Anya allowed Claire to take her arm and lead her further into areas of the school she hadn't visited before. She was still sniffing, walking slowly, as each step she took rubbed the fabric of her knickers against the welts on her bottom, reminding her forcefully of every stroke of the headmaster's cane. She had never been physically punished before, and had never imagined it could be so painful. Although, it was clear that it was far from painful for the two girls holding her, if their reactions were anything to go by. In fact it seemed to turn them on, she mused, remembering the girl's tongue in her mouth, forcing its way between her lips. She wondered what it would be like to have another girl kiss and lick her elsewhere…
The thought angered her, and she pushed it from her head, and angrily shook off Claire's hand. She stood and smoothed her hair tidy, and adjusted her clothes, composing herself. Holding herself a little stiffer than was normal perhaps, she nonetheless walked unaided and upright.
Claire said nothing, and ignoring her attempts at independence, led on. Finally they came to the sanatorium, and were shown into the doctor's room by a fierce looking woman in a spotless uniform.
"You may leave" she crisply directed Claire, who nodded and went without so much as a glance in Anya's direction.
Despite her antipathy towards her Anya wished the other girl were staying to keep her company.
The nurse looked Anya up and down, clearly unimpressed by what she saw, and nodded to a screen in the corner.
"Undress behind the screen, and put on the gown you'll find ready, then wait to be called. If you are thirsty there is squash on the table"
She turned to leave, and was clearly irritated when Anya called to ask her "Why do I need to undress?"
Sighing, she turned and stared at the girl for some time, until Anya began to wonder if she would ever speak.
"You need to undress because you were TOLD to undress, is that too difficult for you to understand?" she asked, sarcastically.
"You are in need of treatment in the first place because of your problem grasping simple instructions and obeying rules. Should you need help removing your clothes, I can certainly find hands willing to assist-" she smiled, "-but I do not think that you would particularly enjoy the experience!" and turning on her heel she left the room, and Anya was alone with her blushes.
Feeling defeated, and seeing no other course of action open to her, she undressed and slipped the gown on over her knickers. It barely went round her, and was short in the extreme. There was no belt with it, and so she pulled it as tight as she was able across her breasts and folded her arms. That caused it to gape open at crotch level though, so she tried pulling it a little more together there, but then her chest was on display. It barely covered the curve of her buttocks anyway, as it only just reached the top of her thighs. Holding it together with both hands, she tiptoed across to the squash jug, hoping no one else would come in and see her so exposed. She found she was very thirsty, and drank 2 glasses of the squash straight down. A little breeze played around her legs and she shivered, trying in vain to pull the tiny gown closer around her. She gingerly touched her fingers to her bottom, wincing as she felt the raised lines on her flesh where the cane had bitten home.
"Do they hurt very badly?" came a jolly voice, - a MALE voice, and Anya jumped, her stomach lurched and her heart pounded, and pulling at that hateful gown she turned, slowly and reluctantly.
His crisp white coat marked him as a doctor, as did his air of quiet authority. He looked kindly, like a favourite uncle, and Anya relaxed. This man would be her salvation she was sure. No education authority would condone physical punishment in this day and age, and she felt sure that the headmaster would be called to answer for his actions sooner rather than later.
Realising he was waiting for an answer she cleared her throat, and replied that yes, they were very sore, and they stung, and she wasn't sure she was going to be able to sit down at all.
Tut tutting, he ushered her into the next room, where Anya was somewhat annoyed to see the nurse stood by the desk.
"Right then, a few preliminaries first" he positively beamed at her, and Anya found herself smiling back at him, thinking again how kind and jolly he looked. She wiped her hand across her brow, and saw it come away damp with perspiration. Was it hot in here? She didn't feel hot, but it must be.
He was rattling off the usual questions, full name, age, childhood illnesses, vaccinations, accidents and injuries etc, and she found herself answering without thinking, the words just coming.
She puffed her cheeks out a little, and licked her lips, thirsty again.
"Would you like some more squash, are you thirsty?"
She nodded, not sure where the voice was coming from. The room seemed a little larger than she had thought, and it was too difficult to try and focus on objects. It was easier just to listen to the soothing voice, and answer the questions.
She took the glass put into her hand and swallowed the contents. It slipped down very easily, and she held the glass out hoping for more. Sure enough it was refilled, and she drank greedily again. Then the glass was gone and she was burning up. She flapped the gown, hoping to cool her body with the draught.
"If you're hot, why not take the gown off?" suggested the voice, the doctors voice of course, Anya recognised it now. A smiling voice, full of warmth and concern.
Why not? He was a doctor; nothing wrong with undressing in front of a doctor was there? She found herself nodding dumbly, but she couldn't seem to work out how to take it off.
Then cool hands were on her shoulders, slipping it down and whisking it away from her body. She sighed, and smiled, feeling cooler already. She tucked her hair behind her ears and wished she had some more squash.
The doctor chuckled and wagged his finger at her. "Naughty girl, you've still got your knickers on! Weren't you told to undress completely?"
Anya put her hands to her lips. "Oops, sorry Doctor!" She giggled, swaying a little.
Tucking her thumbs into the waistband she pulled, but she slipped and the panties twanged back against her tummy, causing a fresh wave of giggles to erupt.
"I think you need to lie down for a little while, whilst we have a look at that poor sore bottom, and just fill in these final few questions" crooned the voice, and the nurse, who looked much more friendly now, led Anya to a large couch. It was high and wide, and she wasn't sure how to get up onto it so she just rested her arms on it, and then her head, seemingly very heavy all of a sudden, just sank down onto them, and she closed her eyes. The smell of the leather was comforting, bringing to mind horses and comfy sofas. She wobbled, and countered that by spreading her legs wider, and leaning further forwards onto the couch.
