Stephanie looked around her domain, as she referred to her office cum sick-room at Wellborough School. All was spick and span and just as she liked it -- First Aid kit in its cabinet, medicines and pills locked away in cupboards and her disciplinary items safely out of sight in a drawer of her desk. Not that there had been much call for them recently, she reflected. On a whim she pulled out the leather paddle -- her favourite implement -- and thwacked it against her palm. Yes, it was about time she had another bare bottom over her knee to deal with, or else Nick was going to have to bear the brunt of her frustration. But he had visited her at home for a lunchtime massage session -- plus "optional" discipline -- only a couple of weeks ago, so she had better give it a bit more time before the next session. No point overdoing it, it would lose its sparkle if they engaged in their favourite bedroom antics too often.
With a last look round Stephanie checked her reflection in the full length mirror -- stockings straight, uniform crisp, hair up - and then closed and locked the door, before striding off determinedly in the direction of the staff room for a well-earned cup of tea. It was nice now the evenings were lengthening, she thought, it seemed as though one had more hours in the day. The cricketers were making use of the lighter evenings to get some post school nets practice in she noted as she strolled past.
She entered the staff room and made straight for the teapot, which someone had only just filled by the looks of it. She spotted her friend Sally, art teacher extraordinaire, on the other side of the room and made her way over with her cup of tea.
"How goes it Sal, any budding Van Goghs or Turners in your classes this term?"
"So far as painting is concerned, most of them would be better off sticking to walls and ceilings, maybe skirting boards for the more advanced," she replied with a laugh.
"How's it going with Rob?" asked Stephanie, referring to Sally's boyfriend.
"Well, let's just say that since that interesting weekend we spent with you and Nick, his horizons have been broadened somewhat," replied Sally with a lascivious grin. "My hairbrush has been getting used for a lot more than Mr Mason or Mr Pearson intended, I'm quite sure!"
"I'm glad to hear that your unfeasibly sexy backside has been getting its just desserts. Then the rest of us might feel there is some fairness in the world when we have to compete with it!"
They both grinned and Stephanie replayed in her mind the scene round the pond where Nick had spanked a naked Sally over his knee, Rob had then been introduced to the pleasure of spanking Stephanie clad in her nurse's uniform, stockings and suspenders with knickers lowered and the highlight the following day when she and Sally had been bound together face to face and strapped, spanked and tawsed to a climax by both of the men. Yes, she was sure that must have broadened Rob's horizons.
They both looked up as some commotion accompanied the arrival in the room of Andy Lowes, one of the younger teachers -- who Stephanie privately thought was quite dishy with his wavy brown curls and blue eyes -- and who was clearly in some distress. A couple of the other teachers helped him to a sofa where he lay back with his legs up and a look of relief on his face.
"What's happened to you, Andy?" asked Stephanie as she walked over to him.
"Doing fielding practice with the Second XI, there was a patch of grass that was still a bit damp from the rain this morning, and keeping my eye on a high ball, I did the splits," Andy winced.
"Ooh dear, sounds nasty," murmured Stephanie consolingly. "Now in case you are suffering from shock, a nice strong cup of tea is just the thing."
With that Stephanie got up and leant over the tea trolley to find Andy a cup, which she filled with steaming tea and topped up with a dash of milk. On taking it back to Andy, who was still slumped on the sofa, she thought she noted a bit more colour in his face and a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
"Gosh, thanks Steph," he gasped, just what I needed. He took a long draught of the tea and then set it down exhaling noisily. "It's flipping sore, I really staggered over here from the nets, what do you think I have done, nurse?"
"Well," said Stephanie adopting her serious professional nurse tone, "you have probably strained the adductor muscles in your groin. It can be quite painful but as long as you are young and fit, with a bit of care not to overdo it in the next couple of weeks and then some physio you should be right as rain. Now I should pack you off to A&E to get checked out but I know you'll wait for about three hours, get a cursory examination and then be packed off home with a couple of iboprufen. If you like, and you can make it as far as my office, I can give you a check over and save you a long wait."
"That would be kind of you Steph," replied Andy eagerly. "I'm not sure how steady on my feet I am though."
"I expect Sal will help us to get you over there, won't you Sal?" enquired Stephanie while looking her friend in the eye.
"Yes of course," replied Sally, "just finish your tea and when you are ready to go, I can take one side and Steph can take the other." She looked at Stephanie meaningfully. "I am sure we will have you perked up in no time."
With Stephanie on one side and Sally on the other, and his arms round their shoulders, Andy made his way rather slowly to the sanatorium, wincing from time to time. Once inside they helped him to the examination couch.
"Now then Sally, if you would like to assist me here I will co-opt you as a temporary member of the medical staff, but remember the rules about patient confidentiality," said Stephanie in a professional sounding voice.
"Certainly, nurse," sniggered Sally.
"Now then Andy, we had better get your trousers off and inspect the damage," said Stephanie. "Help me with his belt will you Sal?"
She thought Sally took rather long over unbuttoning Andy's belt, undoing buttons and lowering his flies but eventually the trousers were removed from his legs and Stephanie was able to inspect is inner thigh with Sally looking on expectantly. She donned a pair of latex gloves and began gently prodding and feeling Andy's thigh muscle. A few gasps escaped his lips as she pressed a sensitive spot and both women noticed some stirrings within Andy's black underpants.
"How does this feel?" asked Stephanie as she moved her hand upwards along his thigh.
"Very nice," chortled Andy, "er, I mean, it's still rather sore."
"I see we have a joker," observed Stephanie with mock sternness. "Sally, go to the fridge in the wall and get me an ice pack will you?"
Sally did as asked and came back with a flexible cold pack. "Now I am going to apply this to your thigh muscle, it should take down any swelling," announced Stephanie. As she pressed it against the injured spot there was a sharp intake of breath from the patient.
"Gosh, that's cold," he muttered, "it would take down swellings anywhere."
Stephanie cast a knowing look in Sally's direction and imperceptibly edged the cold pack up the inside of the thigh until the end came into contact with Andy's groin. There was a muffled groan as the growing bulge in Andy's pants deflated.
"Yes, I think that is taking the swelling down nicely," announced Steph with a smile at her co-conspirator. "Now I do have some effective pain relief medicine, Sal take another look in the door of the fridge and bring out the bottles you find there will you?"
Sally went back to the fridge and returned with a bottle of vodka and a bottle of orange juice.
"Now this is not strictly on the approved list of medicines but in this case I think it is just what the doctor -- or rather nurse -- ordered. As long as you keep schtum Andy I will prescribe a vodka and orange and I think the nursing staff deserve one as well."
"Thanks, I think that will certainly hit the spot," agreed Andy as he took the proffered glass.
Sally took a swig of her drink and asked, "Do you think some massage of his thigh would help? I've been on a course," she added slightly too eagerly.
"Well, perhaps just lightly," agreed Stephanie, "but we don't want to risk aggravating any strain. Pop these latex gloves on and use this tube of Arnica. It will help prevent bruising."
Sally donned the gloves and gently, some might say sensuously, began rubbing the Arnica into Andy's thigh, her hand creeping slightly higher with each stroke. Andy began breathing rather more deeply and Stephanie observed some renewed bulging in his groin area.
"Yes, that seems to be doing the trick Sal," she observed, "now reapply the cold pack." Andy groaned again and closed his eyes as Sal's warm fingers were replaced by the cold mass. "I think you are just torturing me here," said Andy through gritted teeth. Stephanie smiled at Sally. "I don't know what you mean," she said in an innocent voice, "we are just administering sound approved nursing care, well maybe apart from the vodka."
"I'm half expecting you to get out your punishment implements next!"
"Now I don't think you have done anything to deserve corporal punishment...yet," replied Stephanie primly.
"Go on Steph, show us the tools of your trade," joined in Sally, "where do you keep your instruments of chastisement?"
"Oh, you are both very interested aren't you? Well, only those about to receive corporal punishment get to see what they are about to have administered to their bottoms."
"Just professional curiosity, you know, one member of staff to another," said Andy through pursed lips.
"You know what the kids call you, don't you Steph?" added Sally. "Remember One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest? They call you Nurse Thrashit."
Stephanie hadn't heard that one but she had to admire the humour. She looked from one eager face to the other. "Keep up the work with the ice-pack Sal," she ordered as she rose from her stool next to the couch and went to her desk drawer, where she pulled out the black leather paddle, her ebony Mason & Pearson hairbrush, an oblong wooden paddle and a two-tailed tan leather tawse. She brought these back to the couch and laid them down.
