I had often looked for panties just like the ones I had found as a teenager in mother's dresser drawer. But nothing just like them seemed to be made these days. I had even looked at vintage panty sites on eBay without any luck. So to see this pair, so similar, so alike, so silky, sooo...of course I wanted to put them on. I was in a bit of a quandary at the moment, however. My ankles were locked into gynecological stirrups, I had an enema tube filling my bowels, my hands were bound to the side of the table, and I knew that my fate was entirely in Nurse Pyre's hands, at least for now.
"We're just about done with your cleaning and exam, Tom," Nurse Pyre told him, "Then apparently it will be up to me to administer your punishment. Remind me, Tom, why are you to be punished?"
"I must be punished for ejaculating without permission, Nurse Pyre." I said quietly.
"That's right, Tom, and I believe it was something about your first time wearing these very panties that cost you that control, wasn't it?"
"Yes, Ma'am. It was."
"Well, Tom, I am going to unbuckle your wrists and your ankles, and I am going to remove the enema nozzle. I want you to lay silently as long as you can endure the rumbling in your bowels, then you may hop off the table and empty yourself in the toilet through that door. Once that's done come back in here and I will begin your punishment."
By now I was quite exhausted. After all, my day had started quite early, and I hadn't had anything to eat since grabbing a quick breakfast sandwich at the airport. I wanted to be done with this embarrassing medical exam and cleaning and endure whatever punishment was to be dealt me. And, I couldn't get the Mommy panties out of my mind.
After vacating my bowels on a long stint on the porcelain throne, and a symphony of embarrassing sounds that I was sure Nurse Pyre could hear, I finally sheepishly made my way back to the exam room, red-faced but relieved. There I found Nurse Pyre sitting on a stool fiddling with a laptop. She remained sans her nurse uniform dress, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her amply-filled bra cups. She was still wearing the garter belt, hose, and white pumps; but she had made one addition to her wardrobe. She now was wearing the Mommy panties, or at least what turned out to be one of multiple duplicate pairs. She patted a stool next to her and I sat next to her, naked other than the arousal monitor that remained around my balls and flaccid penis. She reached over and adjusted it slightly, "Okay, now I am getting a good reading," and I could see a graph on the laptop screen.
"Are you familiar with what some call tease and denial, Tom," Nurse Pyre asked me as she placed one hand on her crotch and the other on her chest, giving both areas a delicate rub.
"Yes, Nurse Pyre, I have read about it on the internet," I replied.
"Well Tom, Ms. Panington is going to try to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. She wants to continue to increase your staying power, and she wants you to be punished for ejaculating so selfishly. So, what she has asked me to do is what we call the "prolonged arousal" punishment. She wants you aroused for four hours, and there will be no release during or after that four hours. I will be stimulating you and Ms. Panington will be able to access the monitoring program from her office at any time." She stopped talking and reached for a syringe that lay on the counter next to her. Without a word, she injected me on my inner thigh. "This will keep you erect, Tom. Ever hear those ads about an 'erection lasting longer than four hours?' Well, you're going to have one," she explained with more than a hint of sarcasm, "Too bad it still will be tiny, and so useless."
Within seconds my penis began to engorge, and Nurse Pyre instructed me to stand up. "Let me take a look at you. All clean inside and out. All shaved. And look at how your little wee-wee is standing at attention. Does your wee-wee like my tits?"
"Yes, Ma'am. It does." And she took me in her hand and rubbed my cock against the lace of her bra while she kept an eye on the laptop screen. "Whoa. Very nice response. I must be careful if you are to last for four hours. I wonder what would happen if your little wee-wee touched my tits with no bra to hide them. Would you like to see them, Tom?" she laughed.
I was twitching uncontrollably. "Yes, Nurse Pyre, I would be honored to have you take off your bra."
