Message-ID: <20271eli$9902280430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20271.txt> From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) Subject: Sweets at School, part two (F/f, ws,ped,mc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19990227155934.14413.00001112@ng140.aol.com> Sweets at school, part two When the knock sounded, Cindy put on her t-shirt, but Sweets just stood up holding her panties. Cindy asked, who is it? Sister Help of Christians, came the reply. As Cindy moved to open the door she whispered to Sweets, get in the bathroom--get those pants on--fast! Sweets did as she told, then listened at the door. Hi Sister! from Cindy elicited a hello, young lady, what are you up to? Where is your room mate? Cindy answered, in the bathroom Sister--did you want to see her or me? Sister said, you, I'll see later; her I want to see now--tell her to come out here. Cindy called in to Sweets, come on out, there is someone here to see you. Sweets slowly opened the door to see the tallest nun she had ever seen. Sister Help of Christians stood about six feet tall and her large boned frame was emphasized by the white habit. The outer skirt was folded up to waist and secured with some wooden parts that resembled dowels connected by elastic like Sweets hair holders when she wore braids or a pony tail. When Sweets looked up at her face she saw dark thick eyebrows above rimless glasses which seemed to make her dark eyes larger. Sweets could see some gray and black hairs on either side of her temples which her head-dress did not completely cover. Sister was not smiling; she looked very serious. Sweets shivered a little, this woman looked like a very large mean man. When Sister spoke, she thought she felt her panties get wet because she was scared and when she was scared she leaked a little which felt oddly reassuring to Sweets. Sister said, come over here, let me get a look at you. As Sweets walked toward her, she noticed Sister was carrying a clipboard because she had used it to signal Sweets closer. Sweets had to tilt her head back when she was this close; Sister was very tall. Sister spoke, Sweets, I hear you turned twelve which means I will be your nurse at the Infirmary instead of Sister Camillus who gave you flu shots and aspirin last year. Do you know why I am here? No, Sister, said Sweets and shivered again feeling pee permeate her panties and reach her thighs which she held closely together. I need to take a history on you, she said waving the clipboard. Follow me to the Infirmary. Sweets asked, now? Yes, right now, young lady said Sister. Sweets turned to Cindy--do I have to? Sister spoke sharply to Sweets, never mind her, of course, you have to--you come with me now. Sister, may I change my clothes? I had an accident and some of my stuff is... Cindy spoke up, it's okay, Sweets, Sister knows about accidents, she can make things all better, right, Sister? Sister glanced at Cindy who continued speaking. When I was constipated, Sweets, Sister gave me an enema to make me all better, right Sister? Sister smiled for the first time since entering their room. Of course, Cindy, I like helping you with that problem. You hold the water longer and better than any of my girls. Your idea of preventive medicine once a week last year ensured your continuing comfort which is what I am here for--to keep girls from having aches and pains. Sweets spoke hesitatingly, my accident is not there, it's... Speak up, Sweets, what are you saying, asked Sister, where is it? Well, Sweets stammered, sometimes I wet my pants when... Sister spoke softly, I can fix that for you Sweets, let me examine... Sweets looked horrified for a moment and blushed again. I can't let a nun look at... Sure you can, said Sister, sure you can. Think of me as your mother or a nurse who wants to help you. Don't be afraid of me, Sweets, I would not hurt you, really, I just want to help you. Are you wet now or do you wet the bed? Sweets felt too embarrassed to speak. How could she tell this nun how the nice old men at the movies taught her to squirt when they touched her panties? How could she explain that getting scared seemed connected with that touching that thrilled her because they kept asking her to give them a little more in the dark with all the other people around them? Sweets wondered for a minute if Sister knew what Cindy just did to her in the bathroom and how remembering it made her little pussy vibrate for some more? Sweets felt scared and excited at the same time, then some pee rolled down her leg making her pull her knees more tightly together to keep it from reaching her socks. Well, Sister said, are you going to just stand there or answer me? Do you wet the bed or are you wet now... Sweets felt the pee near her knee and another squirt starting. She said in a whisper, I don't wet the bed, Sister. Cindy snickered and Sweets blushed. Sister looked at Cindy then back to Sweets. Girls, don't waste my time here, is there a problem or isn't there? Cindy--what can you tell me, if anything? Cindy said, well, Sister, I think Sweets leaks when she gets nervous, like now, I bet she is leaking now, right, Sweets? Sweets face felt hot and she nodded. Sister spoke very slowly to Sweets. Come with me and let me take a look, Sweets. I need your history anyway because girls your age sometimes have their period without realizing it and need some help coping with it. I know about such things and can help when the time comes. In the meantime, come as you are to the Infirmary. With that, Sister backed up to the door and left the room. Neither girl spoke for awhile, then Cindy said, she likes you, Sweets, I can tell. She is kind of rough with me sometimes, she hardly ever smiles at anyone-- I'm one of her special girls because I enjoy her enemas. She has a way of trickling that hot water... Sweets was horrified--you like enemas? Gross! I had one once and I did not like it at all--cramps and stuff just hurt so much... Cindy said, wait, Sweets, just wait until you get one of Sister's--it's not like what you remember. She has this jelly lubricant and these different size nozzles... she rubs your stomach and stuff while the hot water pours here and there... Here and there? asked Sweets. I thought it went into your poop place? Well, it does, Sweets, but Sister does stuff... never mind. She is not going to give you an enema anyway, you are too young I think. You want me to walk over to the Infirmary with you, Sweets? Oh, yes, please do, responded Sweets. Cindy patted Sweets head and smiled broadly. Let's go, kid! Sweets at School, part two Swe2/99a.txt -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>