“Do you get headaches often, Connie Jo?”
“Yes sir,” she said, perched on the edge of the examination table in the infirmary as I took her blood pressure. “About once or twice a month.”
“Do they occur around the time you have your period?”
“Not always.”
“Hmm.” I laid the back of my hand against her cheek. “You feel just a little hot. I’d better take your temperature. I hate to embarrass you like that, but…”
She smiled and blushed.
“It’s a little embarrassing, but as long as it’s you, I don’t really mind.”
No doubt it was embarrassing, and more than a little. As part of regressing the girls, Mr. Carnifax had instituted a rectal thermometer-only policy at the school infirmary. Of course, before me, they had always had a female nurse, so it wasn’t a really major issue then. Still, despite my suggestions to the contrary, Fiona had insisted the policy remain in place. Like administering a spanking, it might have been stimulating in a way, but it was almost as embarrassing to me as it was to the students. Still, this was Carnifax, and we did things the Carnifax way, leaving the red-faced girls with no choice but to “grin and bare it” as Candy Lynn had once remarked philosophically.
“Okay. Tell you what; go behind the screen, undress, and put on one of the backless examination gowns there on the shelf. Would you be more comfortable if I called Ms Price in while I do this?” I always offered this last to re-enforce to the student that she was not being punished, and more importantly, that she was safe.
“Not really, sir. The less people see, the less embarrassed I’ll be. I trust you.”
“Thanks, Connie Jo; I really appreciate that.”
When she finally came out wearing only her socks and gown, I pointed to the table.
“Lie down on your stomach, please.”
She hesitated.
“Mr. Bower, is there any way you could do this with me across your lap instead?”
“I suppose so. How come?”
She looked at the floor, blushing harder and refusing to meet my eyes.
“This is really going to sound really silly, but I’d just feel more comfortable that way – as long as you’re not spanking me, I mean.” I had only had to correct her once, a Level One for talking in Ms. Johnson’s English class. Despite that, she and I were very close, due in part to me sitting up with her when she had the chronic nightmares she was subject to following her sexual and physical abuse at the hands of a former teacher. “Even then, it’s not as bad as it could be. The way you kind of hold me like that makes me feel more secure.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Yes sir.”
I sat down on the black vinyl couch along the wall and motioned towards my lap, and she immediately lay across it. The back of the gown fell partly open, revealing the snow-white globes of her pretty rear. I opened the cloth the rest of the way and patted her bare behind gently, reassuring her.
“What I’m going to do first is lubricate your bottom. I’m going to put a dab of petroleum jelly on there. It may be cold at first, but it’ll warm up.”
She told me she understood, and I opened the jar and got a little bit on the tip of my finger. Spreading her cheeks with the thumb and fingers of my left hand, I touched it to her tiny hole, which immediately puckered tighter as her cheeks involuntarily tried to clench together.
“Oooh! You’re right, sir; that is cold!”
“Told you,” I said, massaging it gently with my fingertip, warming it and forcing what I could of it into her from the outside without actually penetrating her. I turned and picked up the thermometer, and coated the business end of it with a liberal amount of the lubricant.
“Okay, Connie Jo, I’m getting ready to take your temperature now. I want you to try your best to relax; it’ll be easier on both of us that way. Ready?”
“Yes sir.”
She moaned softly as I slipped the instrument in and held it there, my other hand on the small of her back.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes sir. Can I tell you something without sounding weird?”
“Sure. You know you can always talk to me, no matter what position you’re in.”
She giggled a little at that, making the thermometer quiver between my finger and thumb.
“It really feels good to be held like this. It makes me feel like a little kid that someone loves and takes care of. Sir, is that wrong or sick or something?”
I thought of Fiona, who had very similar tastes.
“Not at all. Besides, someone does love you – Ms. Price and I both do – and we’ll take care of you whenever you need it.”
She reached back to put a hand on my knee and squeezed briefly.
“Thank you so much, sir. I love you both too; you know that.”
“Have you had any health problems that you’ve noticed, any changes, things like that?”
“I’ve been a little…irregular lately.”
“How irregular? When was the last time you had a bowel movement?”
“I don’t know; about four or five days ago maybe.”
I shook my head.
“I think we’ve found your problem then. You’ve had health class, so you know you should be going at least once or twice a day, not once a week. I’m tempted to spank you for letting it go on this long without telling me.”
“I told Ms. Price, sir, and she gave me a laxative yesterday. It didn’t seem to help though. I didn’t tell you because…well, it’s really embarrassing to have to tell a man you can’t poop. Please don’t spank me, Mr. Bower; I’m sorry.”
“Relax,” I told her as I slipped the thermometer out and held it up to the light. “I’m not going to spank you since you told Ms. Price; just promise me you’ll let me know the next time if it doesn’t work. That’s not good for you, and if you let it go too long, you could end up in the hospital.”
“Yes sir, I promise.”
“You can get up for a minute. You do have a little temperature, just slight. However, we’re going to have to get that stuff out of you. I’m afraid you’re going to need an enema – at least one.”
“Will it hurt? I mean, I know what they are, but I’ve never had one before.”
“It might be a little uncomfortable, but it won’t really hurt. I’ll be careful.”
She watched while I filled the bag with warm, soapy water, and her blue eyes were big and frightened when she saw the volume.
“Do you want this on the table or across my knee again?”
“Over your knee sir, please.”
“Okay then, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to have to make certain you’re fully lubricated because the enema nozzle is a little bit bigger than the thermometer. I’m going to hang the bag up and let it drain into you if it will; I may have to squeeze it a few times. After I take the nozzle out you’ll feel the urge to go, but I need you to hold it as long as you can. Once you absolutely have to go, use the infirmary bathroom right over there. Just don’t wait too long, or we’ll have a mess to clean up in here.”
I clamped off the hose and hung the bag on an IV stand before sitting down and draping a towel across my lap in case of any leakage. Without any prompting from me, Connie got back in position.
I rubbed the petroleum jelly on the enema tube, and then on her hole one more time. She was trying to hide it, but she began squirming and grinding her pudenda gently against my leg, and it was obvious how the process was affecting her.
“Tilt your bottom up for a moment.”
She obeyed and I spread her cheeks again.
“Relax, Connie Jo; I’m going to put it in now.”
She was tight but I took my time, easing it in a little, backing off a bit, and easing it forward some more. I watched her little anus wrap around the white plastic tube, gripping it tightly. She was obviously having difficulty relaxing, but I gradually worked it inside past her tight sphincter, and her moans and grinding increased although I pretended not to notice. I let go of her cheeks and opened the clamp, letting the bag begin to drain. Holding the tube between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand while my palm rested on her bottom cheeks, I began rubbing her back with my left, trying to relax her.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes s-sir.” Suddenly her voice took on a husky quality. “Oh, Mr. Bower, stop! I-I think I’m…”
From the increasing energy of her pelvic movements, it was very obvious what she was on the verge of doing.
“I know. It’s all right, Connie Jo. If you need to, just relax and go ahead; I don’t mind.”
Her groans came deeper in her throat and her body suddenly tensed and shivered as she orgasmed, right there across my lap.
“Oh God, Mr. Bower! I’m sorry! I’m so ashamed!”
“Shh. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” I told her as I continued to massage her back in reassurance. “It’s just something natural that happens, occasionally at odd times. Don’t worry about it; just relax until we’re done, and if it happens again, don’t worry about that either.”
She evidently took me at her word, because by the time the bag was empty, she’d come at least two more times, and I was thinking it was probably just as well I’d put the towel over my legs. Finally I removed the nozzle and simply held her there, patting her bottom and rubbing her back as she sobbed with humiliation, making no effort to rise.
“It’s all right, Connie Jo; it’s all right. We’re through now.”
“I feel so dirty! I’m sorry, sir!”
“There’s nothing to feel dirty about, honey. Nothing sexual was going on; your body just reacted involuntarily to a particular stimulus. It’s no more than that.”
“But you belong to Ms. Price! What would she say?”
“Well, you could always ask me.”
We both looked up to see Fiona leaning against the doorframe around the portal connecting the office to the infirmary, her arms crossed over her breasts. Sometime during the procedure, she had quietly opened the door and simply stood and observed. Connie turned even redder before burying her face in her hands and crying all the harder.
Fiona sighed and came over, kneeling by her head.
“Look at me, Connie Jo.”
“Please don’t make me, Ma’am! Please don’t! I’m too embarrassed!”
“Connie Jo, you will either raise your eyes to me, or so help me, I’ll tell Mr. Bower to spank your bare bottom until you do. You’re in a very good position for it right now.”
Reluctantly she raised her tear-filled eyes to meet those of the Administrator. Fiona took both the girl’s hands in one of hers and caressed her cheek with the other as she smiled.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am! I didn’t mean to!”
“I know you didn’t. Now stand up. Mr. Bower, would you please excuse us for a moment? I need to talk to Connie Jo privately, woman to woman.”
I wanted to ask her not to be hard on the girl, but something in her eyes told me I didn’t have to worry about that. I washed my hands and left, but curiosity got the better of me. Instead of going to my office, I went next door to Fiona’s and brought up the infirmary camera on the security monitor, then turned on the intercom microphone.
“I know you didn’t mean to,” the Administrator was reassuring her, “and you don’t have anything to be sorry about. Like Mr. Bower told you, it’s just a natural reaction that some people have to certain stimuli. You didn’t seek it out; it just happened.” She paused for a minute before asking in a mischievous tone, “Did you enjoy it?”
Connie closed her eyes tightly and nodded.
“Yes, but – ”
“Good. I enjoy it when it happens to me too; I’m glad to know I’m not alone.”
“Wh-what?”
“Sit here on the couch with me for a bit. Can I trust you, Connie Jo?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m going to tell you a little secret, but only if you promise you’ll never tell another living soul. Do you promise?”
“Yes ma’am. I swear.”
“Well, it’s like this: my butt’s pretty sensitive too, and the same thing happens to me.”
“Really?”
“Of course; I get sick just like everybody else. Anyway, no one even have to give me an enema; the last time I had my temperature taken that way, I had an orgasm right there and then, just like you did, and I felt just as embarrassed.”
Fiona was trying to make the girl feel better so she didn’t quite tell her the whole story, which was probably just as well. Connie Jo had no need to know I was the last one who had taken the Administrator’s temperature, or just what I had taken her temperature with. Suffice it to say it’s permanently attached to me and is quite a bit bigger than a thermometer
“What happened doesn’t matter. As long as you’re not having an affair with my fiancé, I don’t care how many orgasms you have as long as he’s doing what he has to do, and not doing it just to make you have them. You happen to come when he gives you an enema; I know for a fact that some of the girls here climax every time they get spanked. Regardless, I don’t expect him to stop doing either one whenever it’s needful. If you happen to enjoy it, then be glad and make the most of it. I suppose it’s so much the better; often there’s too little fun in the world. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”
“Yes Ma’am. Thank you so much for not being mad at me.”
Fiona hugged her close.
“How could I be mad at you? I’ll be glad for you when you finally get out next month, but I know I’ll cry when you go.”
“I’ll miss you too.” Suddenly her eyes widened and she went “Oh!” just before leaping to her feet and running for the bathroom, her gown flapping.


“Thank you for being so understanding with her, Fiona,” I said, having reentered once Connie had dressed and gone back to class.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked as she watched me cleaning and putting away the equipment. “You don’t have a monopoly on loving these girls, Jack Bower!”
I turned around.
“I never said I did; it just amazes me more everyday how kind and loving you can be. I didn’t dream there might be a woman like you out there, let alone that she might be crazy enough to be interested in somebody like me.”
She came to me and I put my arms around her.
“Oh, Jack. I’m the one who should be wondering that; you’re too good for me.”
“Fiona, as far as I’m concerned, you are the finest woman to ever walk the earth, and I’ll be more than proud to have you beside me as my wife. More than proud!”
She snuggled a bit, and she was smiling when she raised her head.
“Sir, I’m afraid I haven’t been feeling too well either.”
“Are you irregular too?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head as she glanced towards the enema bag, which evidently wasn’t her thing, “just a little rough around the edges.”
I smiled.
“Well I guess then, as soon as we’re through for the day, I’ll have to give you an examination too.”
“What will this…examination entail?”
“At the very least, after what you told Connie, I’ll need to take your temperature,” I said, watching her squirm, “Oh yes, and a spanking to go with it.”
“A spanking?” she asked breathlessly. “What did I do to be spanked for?”
“Eavesdropping: you snuck in here and spied on me with a patient.”
“But…yes sir.” She slipped into the student role-play she loved. “Oh please, Mr. Bower, don’t do it! I’ll be good!”
I slipped my hand up under her skirt and cupped her little mound. Her panties were already damp with her juices as she involuntarily ground herself against my hand.
“And I’ll throw in a few extra licks too, for you being such a horny little devil, having a wet crotch right now. Think about that for the next, oh, about four hours.”
“Oh, sir!” Her voice had grown slightly hoarse, and sounded as hot as she was.
“Until then, I’ll just give you a little something to hold you. Hands on your head.”
She complied, and I began massaging, masturbating her through the silky smoothness of her panties. She spread her legs slightly, giving me better access. I took my left hand and pulled the elastic around one leg aside, exposing her naked, shaved vulva. She was almost dripping by this time, and my fingers slipped easily over her, and into her. I put my middle and ring finger inside and curled them in a ‘come hither’ gesture, rubbing against her G spot, and in only a few minutes she began to come. Her eyes squinted closed and she bit her lower lip as she quivered and whimpered. She kept her hands in place as long as she could, then suddenly dropped them, grabbed my wrist with both hands and held it in place as her whole body shook in the throes of a powerful climax.
“Please, Jack!” she gasped. “Take me now! I can’t wait!”
I paused only long enough to lock the door. I was unzipping my pants by the time I turned back to her.
We didn’t bother to undress. I took my manhood out and she seated herself on the edge of the table, pulling the crotch of her already-soaked panties to one side again. I smoothly thrust inside her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. Both of us knew there was a good chance of interruption if we took very long, so neither of us held back. As soon as I felt her vagina contract violently I let myself go as well, shooting my seed deep inside her as she groaned in ecstasy between her clenched teeth. We held each other a minute longer.
“Oh Jack, I love you,” she told me as she kissed me.
“I love you, Fiona.” I withdrew and patted her on the thigh. “I’ll see you again in about four hours.”
She closed her eyes and sucked in her breath at the thought.

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© Copyright by author, 2005; all rights reserved. No duplication except with author’s permission. CARNIFAX II: THE HONEYMOON is a work of fiction, and all characters and places depicted in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or to any institution, is purely coincidental.
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