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Sweets at School, part three

Cindy led the way to the Infirmary as Sweets struggled
to match her long legged pace. Upon arrival, Cindy said,
here it is--good luck!

Sweets entered the one story building around which the
gardeners were working shirtless in the warm autumn
sunshine.  She noticed the change from sunny day to
gray day inside the building. White everywhere relieved
by a statue, a cross and a few pastels on corridor walls
felt different from being outside where those men were.

Sweets followed the signs to Sister's office and took a seat
alongside others waiting their turn to be called inside.

Reader's Digest drew her to the word section as it always
did. Sweets did not hear Sister call her the first time.
When Sister said her name loudly, she jumped and
followed her inside a room with a long table and stirrups
at the end.  Sweets saw trays of instruments which looked
scarey--one group resembled duck bills with adjusting
screws between them in several sizes; others were flanked
by glass jars of long cotton swabs and gauze pads.

She wondered what they were for and before she could ask, 
Sister said, stop looking so nervous, Sweets, you are just here
for an exam and to update your history.  Take this gown
and put it on. Leave your socks on, but take off everything
else, then hop up on this table for me, will you?  

Sweets did as she was told, then mounted the step stool 
wondering which end to put her head at until Sister said,
your head goes here, your feet here, now lie on your back
and scoot down until your knees go up and your bottom is
at the end between the stirrups.

When Sweets was in place, Sister said, scoot down more
and open your knees Sweets so I can see what we have
here. Sweets was starting to sweat a little, it felt cold in
this cold room. She looked past Sister seated at end of the
table with her head showing and those fierce eyebrows
above those glasses and she saw a lamp over one shoulder
and the open window over the other shoulder. No wonder
she felt chilled. Sweets could hear the mower and trimmer
being operated nearby. She could smell the grass being 
cut which pleased her more than the smell of antiseptics
in this room. The stirrups were cold and her white-socked
feet kept slipping on their steel surfaces.  Sister adjusted
the light and began speaking.

Sweets, some parents want to know if their girls are virgins.
If your parents asked, I'd say yes because you have an intact
hymen here.  Other parents approve a procedure for using
different sized speculums to gently stretch the opening 
over time for a variety of reasons--no one asked me to do
that to you, so those tools over there--we call them the 
spoons--will not be going inside you, so relax. Now tell
me about when and why you wet yourself.

Sweets gulped and felt her knees close together.  Sister
put her hands between them, those very large hands
with the long fingers and pushed her knees apart. 

Come on, Sweets, she said, let me look at your bottom,
keep those knees apart and tell me...

Sweets could feel a squirt starting while Sister moved 
the lamp, so warm, closer.  Well, said Sweets, when
I get nervous, some leaks... Are you nervous now, Sweets?

Sister's head nearly disappeared from view and Sweats 
wasn't sure if the warmth came from the lamp or her breath.
Sweets said, yes, I am Sister. Sister said, I can see that,
you are leaking now.

Hang on a minute, I want a picture of this... Sister reached
back into a drawer and took out a Polaroid camera which
she aimed at Sweets bottom even though her knees closed
again as the flash went off.  Sister put the camera behind
her and picked up a long cotton swab.

Sweets felt the swab poking here and there. It reminded
her of Charlie's fingers when he was not being mean or 
in a hurry.  It felt nice. Sister kept rolling the tip of the swab
from side to side and up and down.  Sweets liked that. 

She felt her knees almost go limp as she concentrated 
on the swab sliding around very gently and poking near
her pee hole. 

Sister said, that's a good girl, just relax and let me see...
 
Sweets felt the spigot open from way inside her and she
held it as long as she could, but it dribbled and trickled
out anyway. 

Sister said, this is good, Sweets, this is something I can
help you with. Do you wet the bed at night?

No, said Sweets in a whisper.  

Sister said, I have tools for correcting bed wetting which
may just work on your problem here.  One is a zapper
which gives an electrical charge when you fail to control
your bladder, another is a catheter we use to empty
bladders before bedtime to prevent bed wetting and
another is a pencil-sized buzzer operated by a battery
like an electric toothbrush which changes the pleasure
source to another part here when you learn how to stop
leaking so as to have it applied.  

The latter treatment requires that you stop by here after
school for a few days until you get the hang of it. 
Many of the older girls use it or have me apply to them 
as needed. It corrects the urge to leak when they are
nervous or can't get to the bathroom.  I want to think 
about which will be just right for you.  What do you think? 

Sweets could barely answer because the swab kept 
tracing a path to her pee hole and it felt so good she 
did not want it stop. This good stuff made her pee faster 
and Sister said, hold it, Sweets, hold it in or I will take
the swab away. Do you understand? Can you do that?

Sweets tried and failed.  She tried again, but the urge
to pee was overwhelming.  She could almost picture
Charlie's head there pulling and drawing even as she
resisted.  It was awful.

Sweets needed to flood Charlie's mouth like he always
wanted--she could not understand why Sister's swab
had the same effect.  She looked out the window to
distract her self and saw the face of the gardener.  

His mouth was open and his nose was near the glass. 
Sweets said, Sister... then the man at the window put 
his finger to his lips and smiled.  Sweets felt a rush of
happiness. The gardener was watching and Sister did
not know, but Sweets knew. 

It was just like when Charlie had his friend watch while
he licked her bottom.  All of a sudden, Sweets felt at
home. Sister's voice broke through her reverie with: 
Pay attention, Sweets; pay attention to me.  Make it stop
now.  Hold it in, my table is soaked here!

Sweets turned her attention back to Sister who said, 
enough for now. Go wash up and get dressed.  I can
see we have work to do here.  Come back tomorrow,
I'll do paperwork then...in the meantime, you may go
for now.

Sweets felt a little stiff getting off the table after being
in that open-legged position for so long, but she felt 
happy.  The man at the window was gone before 
Sister stood up, but Sweets knew she had someone 
to share this with now.  She hoped she would see him 
again and was anxious to go outside and look for him.

Sweets at school, part three
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