Nurse's Orders

by Penny Birch

  The morning was bliss, a little exercise, a swim, a massage, irrigation, before a lunch of lobster salad and a half-bottle of Chablis. I was on my last glass when a waiter put an ice bucket on my table with a second bottle in it. Before I could point out his mistake, Natasha followed, along with Poppy.

  I was a little taken aback, and felt the most ridiculous flush of modesty at Poppy seeing me in nothing but a towel. Both kissed me, and I managed to respond without seeming too flustered, although from the look of mischief on Natasha’s face I could guess it was no chance meeting.

  ‘So you met?’ I stated, hoping to get some background.

  ‘We’ve been swapping emails all week,’ Natasha answered. ‘Since I sent your number and that Nurse Trainer thing.’

  ‘As often as I can get down to the café, anyway,’ Poppy put in. ‘Anna won’t let me have a computer, naturally. Sometimes she can be too obsessive.’

  Natasha busied herself with the bottle, filling my glass, then the two she had brought for Poppy and herself. Poppy took a gulp as Natasha held her glass up to the light, swirled, sniffed and sipped, then nodded in appreciation.

  ‘We thought Nurse Trainer sounded fun,’ Poppy said.

  ‘Perhaps yes, but…’

  ‘So we’re going,’ Natasha cut in, ‘and you’re coming with us.’

  ‘I am not sure…’

  ‘No buts, Gabrielle.’

  ‘She’s too stern for me, Natasha.’

  ‘Come on, Gabby, don’t be such a baby!’

  ‘That’s the idea, to be a baby. Not to be spanked, at least not hurt.’

  ‘Who says you’re going to get spanked? She’s into it, obviously, but all you need to do is say it’s outside your boundaries.’

  It took them nearly half an hour and the rest of the bottle of Chablis to persuade me to come, but they succeeded. After all, as they pointed out, I simply needed to be firm about my boundaries, and there would be three of us.

  I did manage to ask about Anna, but Poppy’s response was a shrug that conveyed both indifference and a touch of irritation that the question had been asked. Assumed that they had argued, I let the matter lie, although it was impossible not to ponder the possibilities of her being single as we walked to Natasha’s car, or rather Percy’s, her own being some completely impractical sports model.

  It took us a while to find the house, in East Dulwich, halfway along a narrow straight road. As with Anna Vale’s, there was nothing to distinguish it from its neighbours. Natasha parked as close as she could, double checked the address and marched boldly up to the front door, with Poppy and I behind her.

  Natasha rang, and the door swung open to reveal a woman bigger even than the drawing had suggested, certainly fatter. She was also dressed the part, in a huge deep blue matron’s uniform, complete with complicated little hat and upside-down watch. However, instead of welcome, her face expressed surprise and not a little embarrassment. It was left to us to speak.

  ‘Hi,’ Natasha ventured. ‘Nurse Trainer? I’m Natasha, we swapped emails, yes?’

  ‘Natasha?’ she queried. ‘Yes, but…Come in anyway.’

  She made way and we trooped in. The house was typical enough, a little chintzy perhaps, but nothing out of the ordinary. We were shown into a comfortable front room with a sofa big enough for all three of us. We sat and Nurse Trainer followed us in to take a hard chair and perch herself nervously on the edge.

  ‘You’re not press, are you?’ she asked.

  ‘No,’ Natasha assured her. ‘We’re genuine, one hundred per cent, aren’t we, girls?’

  ‘I don’t want to be awkward,’ she went on, ‘but do you have any proof?’

  I sighed inwardly. I knew what came next – the cane. Natasha saved me, grabbing my bag and starting to pull out bits of equipment, nappies, my bottle, powder, cream.

  ‘There we are,’ she said happily. ‘Would a journalist carry all that stuff? She probably wouldn’t know where to get some of it! Anyway, what’s the problem? You seemed happy with us before. I answered your questions, didn’t I, in the messages?’

  ‘Yes, but…’

  ‘So what is the problem?’ Poppy demanded.

  ‘Nothing,’ she replied, ‘only…I wasn’t expecting…actual girls.’

  ‘No? What were you expecting?’ Natasha demanded.

  ‘Transvestites?’ Poppy suggested.

  ‘Special girls is the term we use,’ the woman said, ‘but yes, transvestites, in a way. Up until now, all my clients have been men. More than half like to dress as girls and use girls’ names. I respect that.’

  ‘Clients?’ Natasha queried. ‘So you’re professional.’

  ‘Yes, of course. I offer a full service.

  ‘Well, we’re not going to pay!’ Natasha exclaimed. ‘No way!’

  ‘Girls don’t pay,’ Poppy put in.

  ‘I charge. It’s my living,’ Nurse Trainer answered.

  ‘OK, sure, but you’ve got to be into it?’ Natasha answered.

  ‘Of course I am…’

  ‘And you like real girls?’

  ‘Yes, I do…’

  ‘Then have some fun with us.’

  The woman paused, evidently tempted as she glanced between us.

  ‘Would you mind if I took some publicity photos?’ she asked.

  ‘No problem, sounds fun,’ Poppy answered immediately.

  ‘So long as my face is not visible,’ I said.

  ‘Likewise,’ Natasha added.

  Nurse Trainer smiled.

  ‘Deal?’ Natasha asked.

  ‘I think so,’ she said. ‘Let me tell you what I offer. There’s a playroom upstairs, almost brand new, as it goes, with full-sized equipment. Across the passage is my nurse’s room, where I keep my own things, such as bottles, milk, spare nappies and, of course, paddles, if anybody’s naughty. The only thing I won’t do is change dirty nappies. Wet, yes, but not dirty.’

  ‘I wanted to ask about discipline,’ I said. ‘Can we opt out? Are we able to set limits?’

  ‘You can’t opt out, no, or where would we be?’ she answered me. ‘It’s something I’m used to using my judgement on.’

  ‘Fair enough. I appreciate that you need to be fully in charge, of course, but please be aware that my pain threshold is very low.’

  ‘All right. And you two?’

  ‘Medium,’ Natasha answered.

  ‘Punish me as you think just,’ Poppy added.

  ‘Now that’s the real answer,’ Nurse Trainer said. ‘So, we had better get you three little ladies dressed. I offer two choices, first stage, which means just your nappy, and training, which means panties and vest. Anything elaborate, you need to bring yourselves.’

  ‘Training for me,’ Poppy answered her.

  ‘Me, too,’ Natasha added. ‘First stage for Gabby, I’m sure.’

  I nodded, rising to follow the nurse as she made for the stairs. On the first floor landing we were shown into a room stretching the full depth of the house, with large frosted windows at either end. It was painted lemon yellow, both light and bright. The floor was wood block, and several pieces of obviously customised pine furniture stood about; a gigantic cot, a table with a top of padded plastic, a low chair, a great chest. A huge mirror covered nearly half of the long wall, with a robust wooden climbing frame in front of it.

  ‘That’s not just for play,’ Nurse informed us, catching our interest in the frame. ‘It’s where very naughty girls go for punishment. Now, off with your clothes; I’ll be back in a moment.’

  She left us, and after a moment of hesitation we began to undress. It was my first chance to see Poppy fully naked, and I made no secret of watching as she peeled off. Her breasts were everything I’d imagined, full and heavy, slightly pendulous, with big nipples and in perfect proportion to her soft waist and slightly chubby bottom. Stood by the svelte Natasha, she looked small and ever so slightly plump, an enchanting comparison. Both were bustier than me, and fuller bottomed, adding to my desire to be firmly junior dur
ing what was to come.

  Nurse Trainer returned while we were still undressing, and waited patiently for the removal of panties and bras before putting the bundle of pink material she was carrying down on the table. Our clothes were taken away and we were left nude, and in role.

  All I had was a nappy, the same large pink sort I normally wore, nothing more, adding to the delicious sense of exposure already strong in my head. I was shaking as I pulled it into place and fastened the tabs, tight, to really bring home the feeling of being in it, and stood back to watch as the others investigated their panties and vests.

  The panties were huge. They were also pale pink, see-through nylon, with an elasticated waist and legs, and layer upon layer of frills to create a frou-frou effect that pouted out from the girls’ bottoms. Both of them had to tie them at the sides, leaving the material tight against bulging bottoms and stuck out in a big, frilly puff at either hip. The effect had Natasha giggling with erotic humiliation and sticking her bottom out in the mirror to get the best of the effect.

  The vests were little better, also see-through pink nylon again, short and flared, to leave the girls’ bottoms showing underneath the hems and doing very little to conceal their breasts. Again, both were really too large, but it only added to the vulnerability of their look.

  Nurse had watched us dress without speaking, her face set in a placid smile. She was big, but with me in just my nappy she seemed huge, reassuring, yet threatening at the same time. There were already butterflies in my stomach, and I was wondering how it would feel to be fed at her huge breasts with the other two looking on.

  ‘Photographs first,’ she said, when Natasha had at last tired of posing in front of the mirror.

  She already had the camera in the pocket of her uniform, a straightforward point-and-shoot. We were photographed in a number of babyish poses, crawling, sat splay-legged on the floor, curled up, always to make plenty of display of our bottoms. She was good about our faces and concentrated on Poppy, who inevitably was chosen for the punishment shots.

  I was given the camera and watched as Poppy was draped across Nurse Trainer’s knee with her bottom raised to show off the pink frou-frou at the rear of her panties. I took one like that, a second with the panties being levered down, and a third with them right down and the full bare globe of Poppy’s bottom showing, along with a hint of her sex. It did look glorious and left me flushed and moist, very much ready to play.

  A couple of firm swats put enough pink in Poppy’s cheeks to let me take a proper spanking shot, and she was released to jump up, giggling as she pulled up her panties.

  ‘Three shots left,’ I informed the nurse.

  ‘Best finish them,’ she said. ‘How about the three of you touching your toes?’

  I nodded and got into position alongside the others as they bent obediently, well down, with our bottoms stuck out to the camera. I heard the click and imagined how it would look, with all three of us in spanking position, our bottoms lifted meekly to await punishment.

  ‘Now bare,’ the nurse said. ‘Pop down your panties.’

  Poppy and Natasha reached back to ease down their frillies and show their bottoms. It didn’t seem fair for me to stay covered, so I did the same, opening my tabs and letting my nappy fall open at the back to add my own bare bottom to the line. Again the camera clicked and I knew we’d been recorded in our beautifully exposed condition.

  ‘Legs wide for the last one, please,’ the nurse said.

  I could only obey, opening my legs to let the nappy drop to the floor. I was nude, showing my naked sex from the rear, my anus too, as I was photographed, everything exposed, between two girls scarcely less open. It left me shaking so hard I had trouble fastening my nappy tabs. I was thinking of all the men who would be seeing my naked body, especially my shaved sex-lips and the tight hole between my bottom-cheeks. They would undoubtedly masturbate over the sight, the same way Monty did when he made me pose.

  ‘Thank you,’ Nurse Trainer said as she extracted the film from the back of the camera. ‘I think two hours is fair for that. Now, Gabby, naturally, must let nature take its course. You other two, if you need pee-pee, call for me and I’ll bring a potty. Wet panties mean a spanking, and don’t think I won’t do it.’

  ‘Yes, Nurse,’ they answered in chorus.

  The nurse left us, walking across to her own room, which meant she was still in earshot. I already wanted to come, although my fantasies were a little confused, as much exhibitionism as being in my nappy as owing a lot to the sight of Natasha and Poppy in their panties and vests. What I didn’t want to do was get punished, but by the mischievous looks on their faces I could tell I was the only one.

  ‘I’m quite ready,’ Natasha announced. ‘I want to do it in my panties.’

  ‘Me too,’ Poppy agreed.

  Poppy had sat down cross-legged. Her face was flushed and her nipples hard, showing her arousal, and I could imagine that with her love of spanking the all-too-brief session across the nurse’s knee would have been more frustrating than satisfying. Natasha was still standing and had her fingers in her mouth, excited but nervous at the prospect of what she wanted to do.

  ‘I’m going to,’ she said suddenly. ‘I’m going to do it, watch.’

  She turned and stuck out her bottom, stretching the pink panty material taut across her cheeks. Her legs were a little apart so I could see the harp-shaped rise that marked the outline of her vulva, with the pink nylon loose at the centre. I saw her muscles tense, and heard her little gasp, pleasure mixing with dismay as pee erupted through the crotch of her panties, spraying out backwards to patter on the floor.

  Not all came through the material. More was gushing out at the sides of her panties, and I could see the bulge where the nylon was holding it in. What came out ran down her legs, both sides, to add to the pool rapidly forming on the floor. As it came, she reached down to slide a finger between her sex-lips, rubbing and sending her pee splashing in every direction. I watched, hoping she’d masturbate through her wet panties and let us watch her come, only for her to stop as the piddle died down. She turned, grinning, her eyes bright with pleasure.

  ‘You are going to be in trouble,’ I warned.

  ‘I know,’ she said proudly, and sat down right in the puddle. She put her bottom in the very middle and crossed her legs as the piddle began to soak into the seat of her panties. She was smiling and wiggling her bottom in the mess. The front of her panties were soaking, the material tight against her pussy-lips to show the shape of her sex to perfection.

  ‘That’s lovely,’ she said. ‘Now you, Poppy.’

  Poppy just nodded and moved round a little so that both of us could see the front of her panties, with her pussy bulging out beneath the frills. Taking one heavy breast in each hand, she closed her eyes, stroking her nipples, her mouth slightly open. I watched, my eyes on her crotch, and suddenly the nylon was damp, a patch spreading down the groove of her sex before a little fountain of piddle burst from the centre.

  She sighed, hanging her head as the pee began to gush, erupting from her panties in spurts and dribbles to pool between her thighs and soak in under her bottom. I could feel for her, imagining the sheer joy of wetting myself in panties, such an uncontrolled, irresponsible thing to do. She let it all out too, until, like Natasha, she was sitting in a big yellow puddle.

  ‘Gabby?’ Natasha demanded. ‘Come on. I want to see that nappy bulge.’

  ‘I haven’t much…’

  ‘Do it.’

  ‘Or we rub your face in ours,’ Poppy added.

  ‘Yeah, and make her lick it up,’ Natasha agreed.

  ‘Don’t be so cruel!’ I retorted. ‘I’ll do it. Beasts!’

  Like Poppy, I’d sat down, and for all my protestations I knew I had enough inside me. I would simply have preferred to wait until I really needed to go. They watched, grinning, as I opened my legs wide to leave the nappy pushing out over my sex in a fat pink bulge. I strained, willing myself to let go, and sure enough
it came, running out into my nappy with a faint hiss. Poppy giggled, clutching on to Natasha’s arm as they watched the puff of nappy material between my thighs slowly fatten and sag as the pee soaked in.

  ‘Now you’ll get it too!’ Natasha laughed.

  ‘No, I won’t,’ I protested. ‘I’ll just get changed. Should we call nurse, do you think?’

  ‘No. She can hear anyway.’

  It was true, but I hadn’t expected her to appear so suddenly in the doorway, or so silently. One moment she wasn’t there, the next she was looming over us, her hands on her hips as she surveyed the mess on the floor. For a moment there was silence, broken only by the sound of Poppy biting nervously on a fingernail. Finally the nurse spoke.

  ‘Filthy little brats! How dare you, and all over the floor!’

  ‘Sorry, nurse,’ Poppy managed.

  ‘You will be,’ Nurse Trainer assured her. ‘In a line, the three of you!’

  ‘Me!’ I protested. ‘I haven’t peed…Well, not on the floor!’

  ‘And did you call for me when your friends wet?’

  ‘No, but…’

  ‘Precisely. Now into line, madam, or I shall have to fetch Mr Hairbrush, and you wouldn’t like that, not one little bit.’

  Poppy and Natasha were already standing, side by side, next to the big chair, where nurse had pointed. I joined the end of the line, shaking and wondering if I dared protest further. I didn’t. I was going to get spanked again.

  It was done like a production line, one by one, panties down, over the knee, spanked, and into the corner. Nurse came behind me first, ducking down. I shut my eyes as she eased my tabs, allowing her to tug my nappy down around my thighs. She refastened them to leave me bare-bottomed, with my legs held tight together and the pee-soaked nappy hanging heavy between my knees. Poppy followed, her panties jerked down around her thighs, where they hung below her bare, wet bottom, dripping pee on to the floor. I was watching from the side of my eye and expected Natasha to be given the same treatment. Instead, Nurse Trainer sat down on the chair and patted her lap.