It’s All in Maggie Fletcher’s Head

The warm reception afforded my recent story “Inside the Mind of Dr. O’Brien” has prompted me to write another story using some of the characters and ideas of Steve Pervy’s great BDSM novel “It/s All In The Mind” ( available on this site as story #4061).   You can figure out this story on its own but it will be more enjoyable of you read a bit of the real Steve Pervy first.

It should be remembered that the Rev. E. E. Norcod inhabits a far darker universe than Steve Pervy.  Steve’s characters ultimately come to enjoy the unleashing of what may be their more base instincts.  Norcod’s women are beaten and forced to do the deeds of their darkest fears.   Ultimately they turn to the dark side.  Those seeking lighthearted fun may not enjoy the following story.

I hope that those who enjoy the darker side of our nature will be entertained by this tale of how a naïve young teacher learns about BDSM.

A Visit to See Dr. Ritchie

Maggie Fletcher glowed with happiness as she walked out of the office of Agnes O’Brien, PhD, Foundress and Headmistress of St. Margaret’s School into as beautiful a June day as the blonde had ever experienced.  There was a buzz about this place that had even spread back to the red-brick university where Mags was about to receive her baccalaureate in Education.  St. Margaret’s was a new establishment on the former site of one of the oldest religious schools in England.  It was said to be backed by its own Trust and rumored to have very deep pockets.  It was only two years old but it was already a buzz percolating around Maggies college of education ‘Potentially the Best Public School for Girls in the UK’. 

St. Margaret’s definitely was a religious school, Dr. O’Brien was a former nun.   But it was not narrowly sectarian, girls could be either Roman or Anglican Catholic, Methodist or Evangelical.  Maggie liked that. She had been raised C of E but who had backslid into a kind of vague ‘Brotherhood of Man, Fellowship of God” Christianity.  It was also exciting that St. Margaret served disadvantaged girls.  That added a kind of a fizz to its mission, sort of like swimming up stream.  Maggie liked that.  And St. Meg’s emphasized heavy participation on the part of the girl’s mothers.  Maggie liked that.  Oh, and yes, Dr. O’Brien has just offered Mags twice the salary that any other school had offered to her, an inexperienced teacher right out of school.  Maggie really liked that.  Dr. O’Brien had pooh-poohed her lack of experience saying “At least you don’t have any bad habits I would have to break.  I will bring you along in my way of doing things, don’t you worry.” 

And what Maggie really, really liked was that St. Margaret’s offered her a room free of charge.  With both her mother and her father dead, Maggie really didn’t have a home to go home to between sessions.  She could always crash in on her married, elder sister, but that was usually less than thrilling because of the twelve year gap in their ages.  A scholarship student, Mags always had to share a dorm room with at least one roommate.  Not having to pay rent meant that Mags could just save oodles out of the nice salary she would be getting.  She liked that.  And she wouldn’t have to teach upper formers who were intimidatingly close to her in age.  She would have first formers.  She liked that.  And a class size of only 12 girls.  She really liked that.  The headmistress had ordered a cab to take her to the closest clinic in order for her to immediately have her pre-employment physical and Dr O’Brien even paid for the cab.  Mags liked that.  She was obviously a candidate that St. Margaret’s wanted.  It was nice to be wanted.

With the girl out the door, Dr. O’Brien picked up the phone and speed dialed Dr. Ritchie’s clinic.  The receptionist immediately recognized her voice and put her through.  Ann had been given explicit instructions that whenever Agnes O’Brien called she was to be put through to what ever room David was in.  As it was, he was doing ‘granny fanny’.  Doing a fecal dis-impaction on a terminally constipated, demented, ninety year old lady.  This meant, using the index finger of a gloved right hand to roll rock-hard turds out of the rectum.  Out of a lady set up in stirrups with a speculum up her ass whose perineum reeked with the odor of long dead fish.  There was a reason he wore a surgical mask.  Once he had rolled enough turds out, his nurse, Mrs Smithers, could give the lady a series of enemas culminating in a four liter job that would wash her out all the way to her ascending colon.  This would empty out all the shit that had been piling up for the better part of a month.  Such fun!  David picked up the phone with his left hand, realizing that it must be important enough for the receptionist to put it through directly, “Hallo, Ritchie”.  When he recognized the voice he smiled for the first time all morning, “Agnes, good to hear from you.”  Dr. O’Brien got to the point immediately, “I have our first candidate and I am sending her over post haste by cab.  You know what to do.  You will like her, large mammary glands and a broad posterior but not yet gone to fat.  Just about to graduate.  Eager to please.  Happy to be a boarder.  I am thinking of giving her Class I.A.  I will call up Steven and get him to take the afternoon off from work and run over.  I want to know right away if she is a suitable candidate for our new First Form.  Can you manage?”  David had hardly had the chance to squeeze out a “Yup” when she said “Great, expect to hear from you in a couple of hours.  Call me on my cell if you need to.” and hung up.

“Good old Agnes,” thought David.  And went back to the asshole waiting for him.  As he rolled another piece of petrified poop out of the moaning woman’s rectum he thought, “Better a special pre-employment physical for a nice young woman, right out of university than granny fanny.   And a girl in need of not simply a physical examination but also a complete functional evaluation.  First the physical exam, then Steve does his thing, then David gets to evaluate function.  Much better than granny fanny.”  While still holding the phone in his left hand, David used his left thumb to press the 0 button summoning the receptionist.  “Hallow, Dr. O’Brien is sending a young lady over for a pre-emp.  As soon as she gets here put her into exam office 3 and have Mrs Smithers get her ready.  I’ll see her as soon as I am done with this granny fanny.”

Maggie was amazed at the treatment she got when she got to the surgery.  The receptionist, identified by a plaque as Ann Richards seemed to be anticipating her arrival.  After taking her papers, Mags never even got a chance to sit down but was immediately escorted by a nurse, identified by a name tag as Nurse Fran Smithers to an examining office.  The nurse, was young and friendly, if that could be believed.  She had Mags remove her suit jacket and skirt and even supplied a hanger on which to put them rather than the usual hook to hang them on.  Mags hated hooking a skirt and jacket on a hook.  It wrinkled them which meant that Mags would have to iron the garments as soon as she got back to her digs.  It was, of course, her only suit.  Then came the blouse, her very nicest for such an important job interview.  That too was considerately hung on a hanger.  Maggie fantasized that after a few months teaching at St. Margaret’s, she would be able to go out and buy some nice clothing.  Imagine that after all these years of scraping and just making do.  The slip could simply be hung on a hook, it didn’t matter and besides, Maggie was a bit ashamed of it.  It was her only slip, after all she wore jeans most of the time, and it was a bit tattered.  Mags was once again surprised by the nurse’s consideration at holding up the hospital gown so that Maggie could slip out of her bra without extensively exposing her large breasts.  She was actually a little bit ashamed of them.  So many men gazed with loving eyes upon them.  Mags hated being leered at.  The other two job interviews she had were with men and one of them had made her acutely uncomfortable.  The man obviously was mentally undressing her as the interview proceeded.  Thank God that Dr. O’Brien wasn’t like that.   Mags was further surprised when the nurse didn’t insist on her removing her knickers immediately.  These hospital gowns were always flimsy and being bare arsed underneath them only made things worse.  The nurse only suggested that she take off her tights before putting her low heeled shoes back on.  The student health service certainly never was like this.  You were always treated like a worthless piece of meat.  Then the nurse took her temperature, pulse and blood pressure and noted them down on a chart.  The she handed Maggie the inevitable cup and said she would be back in a couple of minutes.  Maggie was so excited and thrilled at how things were going that it seemed to take forever to get the pee flowing as she sat on the loo.  She couldn’t believe the things that were happening.     

Physical Exam

When David gave a warning knock and entered the room he was pleasantly surprised.  He had underestimated Agnes and her taste.  This was a quite lovely young lady.  During his years of training David had learned to avoid staring at women.  He knew that soon enough, if things worked out right, he would be able to see and enjoy all this lovely lady’s charms.  He quickly went through the rubrics of a standard exam starting on the top of the head and working down through ears, eyes, nares, mouth, neck glands.  He performed the history and review of systems as he examined each organ system. He was respectful of her modesty in listening to her heart and lungs.  He learned that her father had died of a single, massive heart attack when she was 12.    He could sense the relief that his consideration gave her.  That would change, hopefully, after Steve got through  with her.  “Come on Steve, get a move on” David almost audibly vocalized.  Next he carefully examined her breasts.  David learned that her mother had finally died three years ago after a five year struggle with breast cancer.  He led her over to the mirror and stepped her through a self exam, instructing her as to the importance of early detection.  This further put her at ease.  Again, when he palpated her abdomen, he did it while minimally removing her hospital gown and had her keep her white cotton panties on.  He noted appreciatively, that her waist was slim.  Then he left the room momentarily so that the nurse could get her ready for the pelvic exam.

Maggie was trembling as she waited for the pelvic exam.  She only had a couple of cursory pelvics in her life.   The last of these was several years ago while her mom was still alive.  Mom had taken Mags to her own female Gynecologist and the woman was mostly interested in her sexual orientation and experience.  When Mags revealed that she had almost nil experience and wanted to keep it that way the doctor didn’t bother to do very much.  But Mags had heard lots of stories from her dorm mates and frankly was expecting the worst. 

The nurse had been very gentle but thorough.  She had spent a lot of time washing Mag’s bottom using lukewarm soapy water.  The nurse commented that Maggi did not trim her public hair which was becoming almost a rarity now-a-days.  Mags explained that she was very pale skinned and avoided the sun as much as possible.  No string bikini for her.  Therefore no need for a Brazilian cut.  Besides, her studies left her little time for recreation.  Mags noticed that the nurse paid a lot of loving attention to her thick blonde pubic hair, stroking it with her left hand while her right hand continued to rinse her genitals.  Maggi was beginning to feel funny, almost like the time when her only boyfriend got to stroke her breasts.  But that was all he got to do and he quickly lost interest in her.  She was just starting to breathe a little faster when Dr. Ritchie entered the room.

David immediately noticed Maggie’s tremor.  And was bemused by her shoes.  When you enter a room where a woman is up in stirrups, the first thing you see are her shoes.  It is only when you sit down on the stool that you really see their pussies.  Maggie had black loafers on, with low heels.  Her legs were shaking.   Uncertain as to whether or not it was fear he glanced over at the nurse.  She winked at him.  So she had been doing a little functional testing of her own!  Maggie obviously had intact key autonomic reflexes.  As he sat down David noted that Agnes appraisal of Maggie as possessing a broad posterior was correct.  However, he noted that it was not a fat ass and her thighs were full but not heavy.  Well, after a pregnancy or two all of this would change.  Left to the normal course of things, ten years from now she would have a pendulous belly, thunderous thighs, an arse full of lard and tits that hung down to her belly button.  But not if Dr. O’Brien had her way.  When David finally got around to spreading her labia and examining her introitus he let out a low whistle.  “You really are a virgin, aren’t you.  I haven’t seen an intact hymen in someone your age in quite a while.  You must use pads rather than a tampon, right?”  She confirmed that her periods were light and she used a belt and Kotex. “Well no sense poking around too much in there” he concluded.  What she didn’t realize was that he really meant “not yet”.  He got up and helped the nurse ease Maggie down out of the stirrups.  The nurse opened a cupboard, retrieved a long light-blue robe and helped Maggie into it.  David explained that their Psychologist, Dr. Waters was on his way to give his part of her exam.  And that there was no need for her to sit around half naked while she waited for him.  Maggie smiled appreciatively and thanked him and the nurse for their consideration.  She never noticed that David had lifted her knickers and tights and stuffed them into the pocket of his white clinic jacket before exiting the room.      

Functional Exam

David sat at his desk in his private office.  In his right hand he held a phone.  He was trying to reach Steve’s cell phone.  In his left hand, David held Maggie’s white cotton knickers.  He held them to his nose, inhaling deeply.  Finally the ringing tone in his ear was replaced with “David, is that you?”  “Yup, Steve its me.  And would you believe it that I am sitting here sniffing the odor of an actual, blonde virgin.  One with big tits.  O Steve, you have to get here and find out if there is any reality to all of this.  Because this must just be too good to be true.  But after you begin her programming, remember, I get to pop her cherry.  You have popped more than your fruity share.  This one I want.  OK, you think you’ll be here within five minutes.  OK, I’ll hang on.  But don’t keep me waiting too long.”  With that David hung up the phone.  With his right hand he clasped Maggie’s nude panty hose and lightly ran them across his face.  Then he nibbled the crotch of her panties.

Maggie sat in exam office No. 3.  She snuggled in the long, heavy terry-cloth robe they had given her.  She felt wonderful to be so considerately treated.  None of this being kept waiting for hours, half naked in a cold room.  The nurse had even been nice enough to stick her head in the door to say that Dr. Waters had called on his cell phone to say that he was about five minutes out.  She couldn’t believe how fabulously the day had gone. 

Steve walked into the room still wearing his brown business suit.  He extended his hand to the young blonde woman and said “Hi, I’m Steven Waters and I am the Psychologist for this clinic. You must be Miss Fletcher.”  She nodded.  She was seated in a comfortable chair on the opposite side of the desk.  “I’m not sure why I need to see a psychologist.  Dr. Ritchie said it was a routine part of the care for the students and staff of the school.”  Steve was ready for this.  “You know that school, particularly for new students and new teachers, can be stressful.  In conjunction with Dr. O’Brien we have developed a set of techniques.  These include some relaxation techniques to deal with the stress caused by uncertainty, anxiety over high expectations, and various forms of guilt.”  Maggie had taken a course on Basic Educational Psychology so none of this was really new to her.  But she never really imagined herself sitting in a chair on this side of the desk.  She said, “I do remember how stressful it was during my student teaching rotations.  And I do remember some fairly miserable students.”  Steve reassured her, “One of the reasons that St. Margaret’s is so successful is because of our ability to identify stress factors prospectively and deal with them in a proactive fashion.” 

This put Maggie at ease.  The warm office put Maggie at ease.  The comfortable chair put Maggie at ease.  The cozy Terry Cloth robe put Maggie at ease.  The considerate manner of Nurse Smithers put Maggie at ease.  Steve had well prepared his system, everything was designed to put the women at ease.  This summer he was going to have to program half a dozen teachers and a couple of dozen First Form mothers.  He had to have everything working perfectly.  This was his first one.  It had better go well.  Ms. Fletcher was Agnes’ prime candidate and the lynch pin of the whole system. 

Steve had drawn up a standard Mental Health History form that Nurse Smithers administered earlier.  He reviewed it over with Maggie.  “You seem like an excellent candidate.  You have no major risk factors like previous episodes of ill-health or depression.  Your studies have been quite satisfactory.  You don’t abuse alcohol, drugs or tobacco.  You have not been sexually promiscuous.  And Dr. Ritchie says you are in excellent health.  I think our stress reduction and relaxation program should guarantee you a seamless entry into the St. Margaret’s family.  And it is developing into a fine family.  Since you don’t have an extensive familial support system, St. Margaret’s can fill that gap in your life.  Now I am going to introduce you to our relaxation system.  It will test your functional abilities in the same way that Dr. Ritchie’s physical exam checked your body’s physical status.”

Steve instructed Maggie to cozy up in her robe, snuggle up in her chair, close her eyes and listen to his voice.  Within seconds she was under.  Never had it gone so easy.  Mags was an absolute natural.  He had been worried that his hypnotic method might fail when he tried it on an adult woman who was a stranger to him and who was not anxiously seeking treatment.  But the skill developed managing almost a dozen different people coupled with the non threatening setting he designed had triumphed.  Maggie lay slumped in her chair, softly breathing.  He buzzed David and gave him the news. “A quick and flawless induction.  Call Dr. O’Brien and let her know.  I am about to begin the programming.   Then we can move on to the testing.”

Programming Maggie

After a deep sigh, Steve settled into his task.  He was about to put to use a scheme for programming that he had first empirically derived from working on controlling the seven members of Sally’s family and neighboring circle.  Dr O’Brien was an exception.  That had happened so fast that he never had a chance to plan and think.  He was lucky that she worked out as well as she did but Steve never really had much control over her.  It had mostly been a matter of releasing one or two repressions and allowing her long suppressed drives and desires to burst out.   Steve had further refined his method on the receptionist and two nurses here at the office.  Basically, the Waters Method consisted of getting the patient to talk openly and then applying three principles: Enhance/Minimize, Redirect, and Except. 

Everything started with the subject’s basic drives, instincts, phobias and personal quirks.  Using hypnotic suggestion, you could increase or decrease one of them.  If the patient had a normal sex drive, you could increase it.  If they patient had a normal inhibition about sexual display, you could minimize it.  If a patient had guilt about disclosing intimate details of their life, you could get rid of it by the power of suggestion.  Using the power of hypnosis you could also redirect drives.  If a woman was fundamentally a lesbian, you could redirect some of that drive toward desiring men.  If she was a staunch left winger you could turn her toward accepting corporal punishment in the home and at school.  If a woman was obsessed with control over her body and her life you could redirect the control obsession toward the dozen girls and mommies in her class section.  Finally, you could hypnotically implant exceptions.  For example you could increase the subject’s reticence to talk about certain subjects except when she was talking with Dr. Waters, Dr. O’Brien and Dr. Ritchie.  It was possible to increase the subject’s modesty except under the instruction of a given individual.  Maggie would soon be rigorously avoiding close fitting or revealing clothing.  No more T-tops or blue jeans for her.  Her skirts would be long and panty hose would be a thing of the past.  When Agnes told her to wear suspenders and black hose but to leave her bottom unclad by panties she would comply without a qualm. 

As an initial test of how the programming was working, Steve tried issuing a set of trial commands to Maggie.  “Stand up, girl.  That’s it straight up.  Now, take off your robe and place it on the chair.  That’s a good girl.  Now take off your hospital gown and give it to me.  Good Girl.  Now turn around, bend over and hold your ankles.”  Wordlessly Maggie had obeyed all of Steve’s commands.  He further tested her by commanding her to reach up, grasp her cheeks and display her charms.  She further complied and Steve played for a few minutes with the rather prominent inner pussy lips.  He was satisfied that while under hypnosis, Mag obeyed his commands.  He tossed the hospital gown into the soiled linen can.  Then he had her put her robe back on and return to her seat.  Lastly, Steve supplied her with three post hypnotic scenes that would address and test different fears and desires.  Then it was count to twenty and awake.

Maggie and Mrs Smithers

When Maggie awoke she was unaware that she had been asleep let alone remembered anything that had gone on with Steve.  She believed that the entire half hour had been spent discussing aspects of Educational Psychology as applied to the middle adolescent female and mother.  And they had a little vague conversation about her deceased parents.  She concluded that Dr Waters was a warm and caring person who would help her succeed as a new teacher.  Steve then rose, shook her hand, wished her well and left the room.  A very few minutes later Nurse Smithers entered the room.

In a chipper voice Mrs. Smithers piped up, “We’re going to start you relaxation therapy now.”  Maggie responded to the nurse’s smile with a smile of her own, she was obviously happy with the way the day was going.  Nurse Smithers walked around in back of Maggie’s chair and began to lightly rub the young woman’s neck.  Then she bent over and softly whispered in her ear, “Dreamtime Maggie”.  With that the young woman slumped a little and became a bit somnolent.   Mrs Smithers continued to rub Mags’ neck with her left hand while she reached inside her robe and began to fondle one of the young woman’s nipples.  Although, Maggie continued to stare straight ahead into space, after a few minutes her breathing became a little bit more rapid and deeper.  This suggested to Mrs. Smithers that Maggie was becoming a bit aroused.  She verified her suspicion by continuing to finger Mags’ nipple with one hand while taking the left hand and undoing the belt of the robe.  The nurse then reached into Mags’ crotch and inserting a middle finger into her slit.  Yes, the young blonde was becoming moist.  Well, time for the next step.  Mrs. Smithers took the girl’s somewhat limp right hand and placed it into Maggie’s lap, directly on top of the patch of blonde pubic hair.  “Maggie I want you to stick a finger into your slit and start rubbing.  That’s good, continue.”  The nurse watched as the young woman began to fiddle herself with a will.  “You really like that, don’t you.”  Maggie nodded and a smile turned up the corners of her mouth.  Mrs. Smithers now stood and watched the young woman manipulate herself.  When the all too familiar signs of an approaching climax appeared, the nurse commanded “Stop, you are not to frig yourself until you cum.  Now you are to do this every morning when you get up and every evening before you fall asleep.  Understand, twice a day.  But you are not to wank off to a climax.  No orgasm.  Do you understand.”  Maggie nodded her head in assent.  “Now, after you wake up, you will practice frigging yourself.  You will do it while ignoring me.  You will do it as if I was not standing here.  But remember, no orgasm”.  Now count to twenty and then wake up.

Maggie woke up and didn’t bother to even look around.  She took her right hand and slipped it under her robe, massaging her left nipple.  Then she started massaging her right nipple.  Before long the left hand was doing the breast massage and the right had slipped down to her lap.  This continued for almost five minutes before Maggie’s breathing became really rapid and her legs began to clench and unclench.  But before she could come, she gasped, grunted and went limp.  Nurse Smither’s smiled in approval. 

Alright, the nurse commented, hop up on the table, we have to get you ready for surgery.  Maggie screwed up her face, “I don’t recall any surgery being discussed?”  Mrs. Smithers replied, “Remember, during your pelvic Dr Ritchie noted you had an imperforate hymen and that he would fix it.”  Maggie perceptibly brightened, “Oh yes, he said he was going to do it the natural way.”  Nurse Smithers continued, “Well, we don’t want to be here too late and we have got a lot of things to do.  Off with that robe. Up we go and spread your legs.  We need to get on with the prep.”

Once again Maggie was back in the stirrups, but a good deal more eagerly this time.  And willingly displaying a great deal more of her charms.  She splayed her legs out and shifted her backside down, opening herself widely to the nurse.  Mrs. Smithers did her part.  First she soaped Maggie’s perineum and pubic area and shaved every hair off her mound, lips and peri-anal region.  Then she rinsed the soapy water off.  But instead of drying the area with a towel, Nurse Smithers used her tongue, licking and sucking for quite some length of time.  Maggie responded as expected and Mrs. Smithers told her that this was the way to properly clean a lady.  She promised Maggie that before the day was over the young blonde would get the chance to practice lady cleaning.

Next Mrs. Smithers instructed Maggie to turn over and get up on the table on all fours.  “Make like a puppy at the Vets,” she explained.  Maggie complied, stark naked, breasts dangling down and ass pointed at the nurse.  Nurse Smithers took out a tube of K-Y Jelly and smeared it on her ungloved, right index finger.  Soon enough she was packing the somewhat surprised young lady’s asshole with lubricant.  Maggie queried, “Why are you doing that?”  The nurse reproached her, “Have you forgotten that the prep involves a high colonic enema?”.  “Oh,” exclaimed the girl, “I guess you are right, I guess I forgot”.  Maggie whistled when she saw the size of the cannula.  It must have been four cm wide at the widest portion and she had to really bear down in order for Mrs. Smithers to finally push it in.  Boy did that hurt.  Maggie was afraid that her anal ring was torn but the nurse reassured her that because of the higher pressure of a high colonic, a much tighter seal was needed.  And rather than the usual enema bag, Mrs Smithers hung a big, clear plastic jug that must have had six liters of fluid in it.  Maggie was totally surprised by how much it hurt as her colon began to fill.  Mrs. Smithers left the room just as the cramps began to wrench Maggie’s belly.

David and Steven were sharing a couple mugs of tea when Mrs. Smith entered the private office without knocking.  Dr. Ritchie poured her a mug of her own and asked how things were going.  The nurse reported, “Absolutely fabulously.  All and every detail is going exactly how we discussed.  She never noticed that she had lost her hospital gown.  She instantly went under at the command and I frigged her just to the brink of cuming.  Then I brought her around and she masturbated herself just to the brink of orgasm just as instructed.  She accepted the “Natural Hymenectomy” as soon as prompted and made no protest over the somewhat unusual prep.  I am really looking forward to getting a “Lady Cleaning” job from her later today.  Right now she is getting the high colonic from hell.”  Both Steve and Dave gave her a good job well done.  Steve told David that he thought the young blonde had passed the first test and that he should call Dr. O’Brien and update her as to her new teachers progress.  David said that Maggie should be just about full.  Mrs. Smithers said she would go and get Maggie ready for her spanking.  The nurse also reminded Dr. Ritchie that today was the first day that she would be available for her monthly disciplinary session.  Nurse Smithers volunteered that she had only light spotting for the last two days and that today her tampon was spotlessly white.  David said that he would not forget.  She also volunteered that she would check Ann Richard’s tampon to see if the receptionist was ready for “her monthlies”.  After the nurse left, David reminded Steven “Remember, you can spank the hell out of her but the holes are to be left for me.” 

When Mrs. Smithers got back to Exam/Office #3, Maggie Fletcher was moaning and groaning and her belly was noticeably distended.  The nurse was actually a bit surprised at almost all of the saline solution had run it.  Six liters was a lot and the girl’s colon must be totally distended.  She helped the young woman turn over and get her feet back into the stirrups.  She got the stainless steel pail in place and disconnected the tube from the cannula to unleash the brown torrent.  Maggie actually howled a little as the cramping continued as the diarrheal stool poured out.  The nurse scolded “Don’t be a bad girl, Maggie.  Take your colonic like a big girl or you may need a spanking.”  Maggie’s complaints continued when Mrs Smithers extracted the extremely wide cannula from the girl’s rectum, stretching the girl’s anal sphincter to a degree previously unknown.  It was like the most extreme bowel movement the girl had ever known.  Maggie said it was worse than the biggest turd she had ever crapped just as Dr. Waters walked in the door.

Maggie Gets a Taste of the Strap

“My, that’s nasty language from a young lady.” intoned Steve, severely.  And Mrs. Smithers piped up, “And you should have heard her pissing and moaning during her enema.  She made quite a scene.  And frigging.  She has been arousing herself every chance she gets.”  Maggie’s face and neck turned crimson and she was suddenly conscious of her nakedness.  “Well” Steven remarked, “such bad behavior deserves a spanking”.  Maggie sucked in her breath, “But I haven’t been spanked since I was, well since I was probably 8 or 9 years old.  You can’t do that.”  The nurse replied “Well do it we will.  We can’t have a first form teacher who knows nothing about spanking girls, not at St. Margaret’s we can’t.”  A knot was forming in Maggie’s stomach and she could feel her throat tightening.  What was she getting into?  This sounded really weird.  But she also felt a heat building in her loins.  And she was surprised to feel her perineal muscles and the muscles of her inner thighs clenching and unclenching.  And her breath was becoming more rapid.  Steve declared.  “Nurse Smithers, prepare this girl for a thorough spanking”.  Maggie’s heart began to pound.

As Steve stood aside, Mrs Smithers got the naked trembling blonde down off the table.  She led her over to a white commode and told Maggie to squat and empty her bladder.  She had not relieved her self since early this morning and badly wanted to.  But Maggie was so scared and also so excited that it took her some time to comply.  And then in her anxiety she kept cutting the flow of urine off in mid stream.  “Bad girl, bad nasty girl, come on quit stalling.  Dawdling will only mean worse punishment.” harped Mrs. Smithers.  Once the piddling had come to a final halt, the nurse led the naked blonde back to the exam table but rather than having her climb once again onto the table, she led Maggie to the foot.  She bade her stand a considerable distance away and bend over, extending her arms out to grasp the stirrups with her hands.  “Now that is the punishment position,” began the nurse, “and if you let go the table or raise you head up, or move your feet from flat on the floor, your punishment will be worse.”  Having said that Mrs. Smithers went over to a drawer in the side of the exam table, opened it and withdrew a couple of straps.  They both consisted of fairly thick bands of leather attached to wooden handles.  But one was a relatively narrow tawse with two tails whereas the other was a long and broad leather paddle known as a Texas Prison Strap.  Nurse Smithers slapped both of them on the leather surface of the exam table before the nurse placed them on the table.  This caused Maggie to flinch.  “I think that we should make both twase and paddle available as options, Doctor.  How many do you think she can take.” said Mrs Smithers menacingly.  Steve, smiled and thought to himself “as many as it will take to break her”.  And Maggie, just waited there, bent over, breasts hanging down, panting in fear.  Juice from her aroused pussy beginning to trickle down her legs.  Her bowels roiled with fear and she could hear her stomach rumbling.  But the massive enema had totally evacuated her colon.  There was nothing left to come out.  No, that was not quite right.  Maggie unclenched her battered anal sphincter just the slightest amount.  And the loudest, longest fart of her life escaped out filling the exam room with an indescribable stench.

Steve picked up the long leather paddle and approached the trembling young woman.  “Girl, listen carefully because if you are not completely obedient it will go hard on you.  After each swat you will thank me, give the number of the stroke, and request another.  If you fail to follow the protocol a terrible punishment will occur at the end.  Do you understand?”  Maggie wondered what she had done to get into this situation but she also felt hopeless to do anything about it.  Yes, and there was that bothersome excitement and arousal.  She was confused as all hell.

But only for a moment.  The first swat from Steve with the big leather paddle brought instant clarity to her mind.  A flash of pain exploded and she saw stars before her eyes.  “YEOW!!” she yelled, and ignoring all the previous instructions and warnings, stood bolt upright, clenched her burning buttocks with the palms of both hands and rapidly pranced up and down on both feet while yelling at the tops of her lungs.  Then she saw the ire on Steve’s face and realized that she was in far worse trouble.  He glared at her, “Aren’t you forgetting something”.  She blurted out “I guess I was supposed to say ‘Thank You’, ‘Number One’ and ‘Can I have Another’.  Oh and I am supposed to remain bent over.  And I supposed to keep my hands on the stirrups.  I guess I am in big trouble”.  Now her stomach was really tied in a knot.  And her breath was coming in little gasps.  She was no longer rubbing her behind but instead was wringing her hands in front of her.  And her nipples were erect and her clitoris and the lips of her inner labia were swelling.  Steve menacingly replied, “Little Girl you are in Big Trouble.  After your spanking you are going to get a special punishment like nothing you have ever had before.  And you are going to be a very sore and sorry little girl. Now bend over.  Assume the punishment position.”

And so it began.  Maggie bent at the waist, clutching the stirrups at the end of the exam table.  The sound of the smacking of the leather paddle striking her ample backside resonated through the room.  She audibly  gasped at each blow.  Her shaky voice recited the credo of her chastisement, “Thank you Sir. Six. May I have Another, Sir”.  Steve was wielding the paddle with a strong arm and after every blow her large breasts would jiggle as her body absorbed the energy.  After six Maggie once again released a mighty fart and wondered how long this was going to continue.  At twelve, her legs began to shake.  At twenty her head and neck were covered with sweat.  By thirty she was no longer feeling distinct pain at every blow, just a continuous pain that never really went away but just periodically got worse.  At three dozen the burning in her genitals become unbearable but she didn’t dare take her hands from the stirrups to frig herself.  At forty she became conscious that her vaginal secretions were starting to drip onto the floor and form a puddle.  At four dozen the orgasm started and lasted until sixty.  Then it ended and he stopped.

It took a while before her vision cleared.  For a while her eyes weren’t seeing anything but red.  When Steve said “Stand up” she took her hands off the stirrups and tried to stand up but the shaking in her legs got worse and she almost fell over.  She managed to pull herself up by the use of the table and she stood next to it trembling.  “Naughty, naughty Little Girl,” Steve tauted, pointing to the pool of vaginal secretions on the floor between the sweat spots where she had placed her feet.  “Maggie gets off on being beaten” mocked Nurse Smither’s.  “I know an orgasm when I see one.”  Deep inside Maggie realized that never in her life had she been stimulated like this.  Her trembling diminished to the point where she could take her hands off the table and grasp her burning backside.  And she notice the mirror nearby, turned her back to it, craned her neck and surveyed the damage to her backside.  She was moderately appalled. From midway up her thighs to just below the narrowest part of her waist, and from the lateral side of her right thigh and hip to the lateral side of her left, Maggie was essentially a single swollen red-purple bruise.  But as she inspected them she realized that her worst fear was groundless.  She had been sure that the beating would have torn the skin from her backside.  But aside from half a dozen minute blood blisters scarcely a mm across, everything Maggie saw was bruise.  Although shaken, she breathed a sigh of relief.  Now if only her hands would stop trembling.

But she was not out of the woods yet.  Dr. Waters ordered her to her knees.   Then he commanded her to put her hands behind her head.  She guessed what would be coming next.  Steve addressed her with a menace.  “The bad girl wouldn’t follow directions.  Yelped and put her hands were they didn’t belong.  And the dirty girl got turned on by her spanking.  We all saw your pussy juice run.  We saw you cuming. You realize that you are going to be punished for this, don’t you.  What do you think is going to happen.”  Maggie, stuttering managed to get out, “You are going to whip my titties, aren’t you.” As she said that she looked to Steve to her breasts.  They were large but they were really nice, no sag at all.  The position she was in resulted in them being thrust forth, and with her kneeling, they were just at a nice height for hitting.  She gulped.  She had always loved her breasts although she had never flaunted them.  She wondered how they would look when Steve was done with them.  But she knew that no amount of pleading, no cries for mercy could protect her titties now.

Steve put the paddle down and went over to get the tawse.  The handle on the leather strap made it more effective.  It was easier to get a good swing going.  He had seldom seen a tawse with a handle but he quickly appreciated its utility.  After a practice swing or two he went to work again on Maggie.  Same rubric as before, Thanks, Count, Request.  This time she stuck to it right from the start.  Who-wee, that sturdy girl could take punishment.  And she really thrust her knockers out there to be beaten.  He focused the first few strikes on the tops of her boobs.  But the nipples were too erect, too prominent to resist attention for long.  Soon every blow was aimed at the nipples and their surrounding reddish areolae.  Both had been earlier swollen from desire.  Now, added to that was the swelling from the welts that the tawse was raising.  In almost no time, large as Maggie’s breasts were, they were completely covered with criss-crossed  welts and rising bruises.  And just as the spanking had aroused her, beating her breasts similarly turned Maggie on.  Just as the programming had intended.  But she must have had some underlying tendencies toward becoming a pain slut.  For after only 30 strokes to her breasts, Maggie had her second orgasm of the afternoon.  She was incredibly savy and quick to identify the erotic potential in her pain.  As someone who had for most of her life, denied herself pleasure, she was willing to grovel in the pleasure that her pain gave her. 

After her breast beating was over, Mrs Smithers wrapped Maggie in her robe and put her into the comfortable chair.  She could sit there and recover until the next test came.  Steve went over to David’s private office to let him know that Dr. Ritchie’s turn had come.  “David, you can’t believe how she did on the second test,” Steve excitedly began. “She took sixty solid blows of the TP Strap.  She started climaxing at fifty and was cuming at sixty.  I think I could have beaten her half to death and she wouldn’t have broken.  Then I gave her thirty to the tits.  You have seen her truly magnificent mammaries, and she orgasmed again.  I have never seen anything like this.  Even with Hannah I had to take it a lot slower and a lot longer and she is my finest SM slut.  I can’t imagine the potential Maggie has got.  Now its your turn, her pussy is all yours.”

 

A Natural Hymenotomy

David and Steve joined Mrs. Smithers and Maggie in Room #3.  Nurse Smithers gave Maggie a brief hug and said “OK Honey, its time.  Up you go.”  She led Maggie once again over to the table and up into the stirrups but this time didn’t bother removing the young woman’s robe.  The nurse just undid it and the robe fell around Maggie as she lay back on the table and spread her legs.  Maggie was still a bit dazed from the beating she had taken at Steve’s hands.  David inspected her introitus and looked at Mrs Smithers saying “She could use a little more lady cleaning”.  The nurse knew what the doctor ordered and soon was soon busy munching the newly trimmed blonde’s rug.  After a bit Maggie began to respond to the ministerings by moaning and twisting her pelvis. 

At that point, David said, “Come on Girl, Party Time.  It is long overdue when you should have shed that nasty girlish hymen.  Come get your cherry popped.” and he unbuckled his pants and fished out a cock that was visibly rising second by second.  Nurse Smithers had done her duty and Maggie’s vaginal entrance was brimming with secretions.  Both of them were primed, Maggie by lifelong avoidance of orgasm followed by the eroticism of her beatings and first violent orgasms.  Now, after years of immersion in a sex dominated culture wherein she had postponed sex for the sake of her studies, she was about to get it.  And she wanted it so badly.  David, for his part had been watching the development of Maggie’s sadomaschochistic education transmitted from the six tiny, hidden cameras in Room #3 to the laptop in his private office.  As a result of their mutual urgency and with their arousals already at a peak, foreplay was negligible.   David thrust in and on the very first penetration pushed through her hymen.  “Arrgh” she vocalized, “Do it, stick it to me.  I WANT IT!”  It was the shortest successful sexual intercourse either Steven or Nurse Smithers had ever seen.  After a single thrust, Maggies pelvic muscles gripped David’s prick in a death hold.  David, after having spent most of the afternoon watching Nurse Smithers diddling Maggie, watching Maggie frigging herself, watching Maggie get worked over with enema, tongue, strap and tawse, was on the verge of a fatal congestion of the pampinaform plexus.  To prevent perpetual priapism, he shot his rocks.  When the sperm hit her cervix Maggie screamed.  And what a scream it was.  It was a good thing that the grannies had long since been shuttled back to their nursing homes because the primal scream was such that even in those shriveled bodies long latent lust would have been unleashed.    Within a few seconds Ann poked her head in the door marveling, “What was that? It sounded like all the tabby cats in the world being screwed.  I could sense the cunt-clenching all the way at the reception desk.”  Maggie had finally gotten laid.

The Sisterhood of the Long Red Flannel Knickers

Mrs. Smithers helped the post coital Maggie back to her chair and settled her in.  Ann Richards piped up.  “Well that was quite a performance Dr. Ritchie.  Will you have anything left for us.”  It was that time of month for both her and Fran Smithers.  Time for their Disciplinary session.  Whenever one of the “girls” in the office were finished with their periods, their records were reviewed and they were disciplined accordingly.  After Nurse Smithers divorce was finalized, Ann had moved in with her so that both could save on flat money.  After a few months, their menstrual periods began to synchronize and now, it was not un-common for their monthly Disciplines to coincide.  David entered his password into the computer on the desk in Room 3 and started opening up files.  He located the clinic’s HR file and accessed the relevant files for Ann and Fran.  And he whistled quietly.  “It looks like you girls have not been well behaved this last month.  It looks it is going to be a red knickers week for both of you.  Alright then, let’s see your tampons.”

Steve sat down next to Maggie and explained what was going on.  When a girl received an exceptionally vigorous chastisement her bottom and the upper portions of her thighs often got lacerated.  The cuts would ooze serum until the scabs formed.  This seepage usually dried up in a matter of hours.  But sometimes it might take several days.  The later could cause all sorts of trouble with clothing.  Bloody seepage from a severe caning would run right through thin fabric.  This would cause problems ranging from obvious bloodstains to fabric adhering to the wound.  One solution, other than lying naked on one’s belly until your stripes healed, was dressing the cuts with triple antibiotic gel and covering the wounded flesh with thick cotton panties.  Cotton flannel was ideal.  If the panties were red, blood stains wouldn’t show.  Additionally, since canes were likely to whip around striking thighs and hips, they had to cover a great deal more area than a thong or a brief.  Thus, after a severe caning a lady might wear long red cotton flannel panties. 

As if on cue, both Ann Richards and Mrs. Smithers started shedding their clothing.  In Ann’s case it was a blouse and mid-calf skirt.  In Fran’s case it was her white nurses’ uniform.  Ann next stepped out of her white half slip and Fran pulled her white full length nylon shift over her head.  This disrobing  revealed that each of the ladies were wearing hose, suspender belts and bright red panties that reached from just below the narrowest point of their waists to just above the tops of their stockings at mid thigh.  They were obviously expecting a harsh thrashing.  Each of the ladies then removed their bras revealing breasts that were larger than what Maggie would have suspected from seeing them fully clothed.  And from the degree to which their breasts sagged, Maggie knew that they were older than the late 20’s that she originally estimated.

The events that followed left Maggie feeling amazed and bemused even several days later.  Ann and Fran jointly said to David.  “We were keeping track of our disciplinary record for the last month and we pretty well suspected this would be a red panty week.  So, with our periods tapering to a close this weekend we figured we would come to work today prepared for the worst.  Were we right?”  All David would say in reply was, “Let me see the tampons”.  So the two ladies, continued by unhooking their suspender belts and unfastening their hose which they then gartered with elastics that just happened to Providentially be laying around.  Then Ann and Fran lowered their red panties to their knees and fished the tampons out of their vaginas.  Soggy but unspotted – their periods were over.  And their punishment could begin. 

All David said was “OK, get set.”.  The ladies pulled their panties back up and went over the exam table and opened another drawer.  They drew out brown leather bracelets which they buckled onto their wrists and ankles.  Maggie wondered how much medical equipment that table actually contained versus how much BDSM equipment.  David then said, “Ann, you go first”.  The receptionist then walked over to the foot of the table and bent over, holding her arms out in front of her.  Mrs Smithers walked up to the head of the table and secured Ann’s wrists to some hardware that Maggie had failed to notice so far.  Returning to the foot of the table, Fran pulled down Ann’s red panties.  And went over and dropped them in Maggie’s lap for her to examine.  Fran then went back to Ann and secured her waist to the foot of the table with a web strap and Ann’s ankles to the feet of the table with some sort of metallic hardware.  Well, in this modern age of the internet Maggie had heard of this sort of thing but never actually believed any of it.  Fran walked over to a cupboard. Opening it she withdrew a rattan cane with a leather handle.  Fran raised her arm high over her head and brought the cane down swishing it through the air as if she really knew what she was doing.  Maggie found herself becoming strangely aroused.  Steve leaned over and commented:  “That is what they call the Prague Swing because its use was first popularized in the Czech BDSM community.  In conjunction with a cane like that, it is capable of raising some truly spectacular welts.  You will be getting a show that in some entertainment establishments would cost you a pretty penny to witness.”  After Maggie had a chance to examine the heavy set of panties, Fran came over and retrieved them.  She folded them and placed them into Ann’s mouth.  Steve said to Maggie “That’s not so much to muffle her screams as to give her something to bite down on so she doesn’t grind her teeth.”  Maggie gave her first reply of the day, “How considerate”.

Fran versus Ann

It was obvious to Maggie that what she was witnessing was less standard medical office practice management than a ritual that the nurse and the receptionist found profoundly arousing.  Although Maggie didn’t understand the dynamics of the events unfolding before her, the erotic tension was so great that even as a bystander Maggie found it exciting.  After Ann Richards was stripped and restrained, Fran Smithers looked to David for instruction.  “Fifty” he said and Fran nodded.  The nurse laid six strokes of the cane into Ann’s backside starting at the top and proceeding all the way to the mid thigh, about one lash every ten seconds.  Then she drew back and admired her handiwork.  Ann’s buttocks were plump.  Therefore the blows that landed high up on the buttocks hit skin that had a sufficient layer of fat between it and the pelvic bone so that the skin was not immediately sliced by the cane.  However, every single stroke elicited a rapid response that raised a welt almost a cm high and a good cm and a half wide.  Ann’s pale behind now bore half a dozen bright red wheals 2 to 3 cm apart from top to bottom.  Ann said very little, other than sucking in her breath and with each blow grunting a bit.  However Maggie could see that she was rapidly clenching and unclenching her cheeks and noted that milky white secretions were already oozing from her prominently displayed vaginal orifice.  She suspected that Ann was getting off on her caning.  Fran now walked over to the other side and repeated her performance.  She placed with great accuracy and significant force another six blows in between the first set of cane marks.  Ann breathed harder and soon almost the entire buttocks and upper thighs were a solid mass of swollen and reddened skin. 

Now Fran did something that amazed Maggie but somehow made sense.  The nurse squatted down behind the receptionist and began to lick Ann’s labia and anus.  After a minute or two of cunnilingus, Fran got back up and added another dozen strokes of the cane to Ann’s stripes.  Falling on already inflamed skin these cane lashes caused bruises to spread from side to side and from top to bottom.  Red purple blotches in swollen skin.  The pain must have been intense because Ann was giving little yelps with each blow.  After the twenty-fourth blow Fran went and began to massage the nipples of Ann’s pendulant breasts which were pressed against the leather of the exam table.  These nipples looked already tense and the manipulation caused them to swell to epic proportions.  Then Fran went to the foot of the table and continued her regimen of pussy sucking.  This time she seemed to take Ann just to the verge of climax when she ceased.  Maggie was sure that Fran knew just what she was doing.  Denying the receptionist an orgasm, the nurse once again took up her cane but this time applied a dozen strokes in a criss-cross pattern. Maggie was horrified by the result. Striking swollen, bruised flesh full force with a heavy cane split skin with almost every blow.  Blood began to ooze from the lacerations.  After six lashes, Fran had to stop and apply a moistened 10 cm by 10 cm surgical sponge to staunch the blood.  Then another six lashes.  And Maggie could see that Ann was getting groggy.  Fran spent a little time staunching bleeding skin and cleaning blood off the cane.  Then she spent even more time playing with Ann’s breasts and sucking her pussy while Ann softly moaned and groaned.  Once again Fran masturbated the woman to the verge of a climax and then once again denied her an orgasm.  Maggie now was becoming significantly aroused.  She couldn’t believe it when in front of the assemblage in the room she slipped her right hand under her robe and started frigging herself.  But all the while she was thinking.  David said 50 lashes.  The 36 lashes that Fran had administered to date had turned Ann’s backside into hamburger.  Maggie could see no possible way to administer another 14 blows to Ann’s buttocks and thighs without causing damage that would make the receptionist unfit to work for a week, red panties or no red panties.

Fran did not lay her next stroke across Ann’ buttocks or at a diagonal.  With careful positioning and practiced aim, the nurse hit Ann directly in the crack.  The cane hit the tumescent labia with a resounding ‘SWACK’.  Up until now Ann had taken her beating with a combination of stoic endurance and arousal.  But this blow and the thirteen that followed had gotten to her in a different way.  Ann screamed and began to buck with each blow.  And Fran also altered her pacing.  Rather than six fairly rapid blows followed by a rest, Fran followed each strike of the cane by almost a minute wherein she would stroke Ann’s pussy.  Thus the final 14 strokes took almost as long to deliver as the first 36.  Finally Fran proved her absolute mastery by alternating masturbatory build up of Ann’s progressive arousal with butchering of her pussy lips with the cane.  At the fiftieth lash, Ann experienced a massive orgasm.  If she was in her right state of mind, Maggie would have hailed the genius of the performance with a standing ovation.  But she was not in her right state of mind.  Maggie had an orgasm of her own and then fainted from sexual exhaustion.

As Maggie recovered her wits after cuming yet again, she became aware that she was not the only one in the room who was aroused.  Steve had been a good lad all afternoon giving the Droit De Siegneur to David.  Now he was relieving his pent up sexual tension by taking Ann doggy style while she was bondaged to the exam table.  As it was, it didn’t take him long.   He was highly aroused and Ann was spent.  After he ejaculated, his place was taken by David.  David was now fully recovered from popping Maggie’s cherry.  His passion was rekindled by the splendid performance by Ann and Fran.  Therefore he took plenty of time.  He slowly rogered Ann, manipulating her nipples while slowly moving his shaft in and out.  He had only partially dropped his trousers and drawers and as he thrust into her banging his pelvis into her buttocks, blood stains began to accumulate on his drawers from her tattered thighs and buttocks.  His slow but steady work began to pay off.  Ann slowly came back to the land of the living and started thrusting her pelvis in synchrony with his penile insertions into her lacerated pussy.  Through lidded eyes Maggie admired their languorous copulatory labor. Eventually, the three women and two men, all spent, simply lay there and recuperated from their sexual excess.

Ann versus Fran

David and Steven recovered before any of the women.  The pulled up their pants and zipped up their zippers.  Then they went over and undid the fastenings that bound Ann at her wrists, waist and ankles. Stiffly she got up off the table and stretched herself.  She ran her hands up and down the skin that had been so rudely abused.  And fingered her abuse genitals smeared with blood and semen.  She would live to abuse her sexuality on another day.  But now it was her turn to inflict pain and arousal and Nurse Smithers’ turn to play the submissive.

Soon enough it was Fran that was bound over the exam table, legs spread and ass in the air.  David announced “Seventy” and everybody sucked in their breath a little bit.  It would challenge Ann’s skill with the cane to inflict that many strokes and not cripple the nurse.  Maggie was beginning to appreciate the complexity of the game.

After a dozen strokes of the cane it was obvious that, compared to Fran, Ann was an inferior disciplinarian.  Whereas every lash delivered by Fran raised a welt, Ann’s efforts were effete.  After forty blows, Fran’s backside was covered in wheals but only a few bruises.  It took another thirty hits with the cane before Fran started to bleed.  Ann did not even attempt the tricky pussy shots between the cheeks. Although Ann delivered a competent caning she never whipped Fran to orgasm.   None-the–less everybody congratulated her for her effort.  Both Steve and David took the opportunity to fuck Fran while she was bound to the table.  And both were long, slow explorations of sexual nuance.  They were paying their respects to Fran, the unquestioned queen of sado-masochism in their surgery.  I, for my part, found Ann’s performance mediocre and un-arousing.  No building of erotic tension.  No irresistible need to diddle myself silly.  A dozen hours earlier I was a virgin who had never experience an orgasm.  Was I now becoming sexually jaded?

Aftermath

By the time we were finished, we were all exhausted.  Fran supplied me with a pair of stockings to wear back to my digs.  My panties and tights had disappeared long ago.  I figured that I really didn’t need panties after all but the stockings (and garters) were well appreciated.  The last train back to my university had long since departed and Fran and Ann were more than willing to drive me to the dorm.  After all, I was a member of the team now, albeit a junior member with a lot to learn.  But, bloody hell, there would be a dozen first form mommies for me to learn on.  And their daughters.  I hoped that Ann and Fran and I would have a lot of fun.  I actually looked forward to joining the sisterhood of the long red cotton flannel knickers when my time should come.  Fran and Ann were wearing theirs as Fran drove me to what I now thought of as my temporary home.  And in a few weeks, when I graduated, I would move to St. Margaret’s School.  And a whole new exciting life that I was looking forward to.