Learning and Love

Nursing School – Year Three

   The 3d and final year of Nursing School concentrates students according to Specialty. Mine was Discipline Medicine – for both genders. Much of my classroom and Lab work was exclusively devoted to Discipline Medicine. Its many medical, surgical, and psychological aspects.

   However, all nursing students receive intensive training in General Nursing. Pediatric and geriatric. Podiatric and proctologic. Gynecology and testicular. Surgical and medical.

   There were eight other men in my Discipline Medicine class of 25. The field attracts, and requires, a disproportionate number of male doctors and nurses. We were a serious, studious bunch, passionately committed to our chosen profession.

Student Nurse Uniforms

   Our white cotton Male Nurse uniforms were loose and eminently practical. Sneakers. Pants with genital slits, easy to reach in or pull down. Stethoscopes around necks.

   Pockets of V-neck tunics crowded at chest and sides. Pens, tiny flashlights, notepads, surgical gloves. Tongue depressors, stainless steel rectal and vaginal flashlight probes, collapsible mouth openers (for men). Hormone-aphrodisiac caramels for Dominas and men. Other items that Nurses carry.

   Our Domina classmates had their own white uniforms, which varied according to task. For a busy day of medical and surgical work, female Nurses go for comfort, convenience, and sanitation.

   Sneakers with hose and garters, complete panties (women disrelish sneakers and big panties). One-piece, front-zippered Spandex sheath dresses, neck to above knees. Lush bodies nude under tight translucent white. Open clinical coats with capacious pockets.  

   But some (female) Nurses, especially in Discipline Medicine, often have less onerous tasks. Which don’t require all the lifting, standing and walking of common Nursing work. The handling of naked bodies and bodily fluids.

   Supervisory, administrative, and psychological counseling duties are among them. For example, complete medical examinations of both genders are arduous and time-consuming. Messy, smelly, and uniform-staining. Trusted young female Nurse Aides or male Nurses usually do them.

   Office work and assisting at psychological counseling are also less taxing. They don’t require standing or walking all day.

   In those and similar cases, female Nurses replace sneakers with gleaming white 4-inch heel sandals. Full panties with thong panties. They jettison the hose and garter belts. They dress as Domina Nurses.

   My 16 female Discipline Medicine classmates dressed that way in Year 3 of Nursing College. Except in Lab, of course. And such big beauties they were! Voluptuous muscular vixens, 6-4 or taller in heels, stern sexy expressions and commanding husky voices. They melt male hearts, and stiffen our pricks.

Female Feet And Me

   I tried to avoid looking at their feet in class. Almost 21, my foot fetish was shameful and shameless. My prick twitches kneeling at the great grandmas’ feet, for crying out loud! (It twitches when I look at Dominas’ bodies and faces, too, but that’s understandable).

   Mother and Adele must have done that to me. Countless merciless spankings across those laps. In tearful agony, blurry eyes on their large elegant feet. Aching for them to finish, so I can lick and suck.

   You can’t imagine how humiliating it is! Naked on knees. Fanny high and wide. My pecker hard and dripping as I suck Mother’s toes. Girls and women laughing. “The boy really loves his Mother!” Knowing snickers.

   Sucking avidly, with loud slobbers and slurps, despite my tears of shame. Mother gets horribly angry when my Obeisance is not to her satisfaction. Especially with people watching. I cry about many things, not just Discipline.

   And oh, I should have known better about my foot worship. It’s a natural male impulse. I’d seen statues and carvings from thousands of years ago, naked men sucking Dominas’ toes.

   Although my normal footworshipping desires (along with many other psychological and emotional impulses) were also Enhanced in ETT Therapy. Neural implants and 6 solid months of sleep indoctrination.

Third Year Lab

   First Lab of 3d year. Summer semester. Male students walked down the hall, hand in a female classmate’s. The loud distinctive clicks of female heels. My partner was new here. A gigantic Eurasian beauty with the sexiest accent. Maya planned to work for a Thai noblewoman.

   The Lab is an expansive rectangular area of white tile floors and walls. Mirrors on the low 8-foot ceiling. Windows along the south wall. Starting at my knee level, and continuing up. Sunny warm summer day. Nursing and medical school students walking by.

   15 pairs of enema benches – stainless steel, rubber pads, wood - along north and south walls. Knee benches facing in, a floor drain below each. High enema bag rods extending from rolling steel frames.

   Steel waist-high clinical tables on wheels. On them, 2-quart bulb enemas with other equipment and supplies. Fixed steel cabinet 6 feet high, stocked with medical and Domina Arts supplies and equipment. White toilets beside each bench.

   Further south, a dozen Spanking Stools and captain’s chairs. Other equipment and furnishings. 25 naked men, hands and knees on benches, fannies high, knees wide. Their heads were down, facing the walls. Domina hosiery over their faces worked as gauzy masks.

   The Professor walked in, heels clicking. At least 6-5. Black sweater dress, mid-thigh on thick and shapely bare legs. White heel sandals. Long gray hair in a bun. She carried a cane. Swished it in the air.

   “Welcome back to Nursing School! Ladies and boys, I only have one more year to make Nurses out of you. Let’s make the most of it, shall we?”

   “Today, you shall give these darling gentlemen rectal and genital examinations. Standard procedure for medical appointments before the doctor does her own. Need I remind you how to begin?”

   I sighed. Oh well, next week was female exams, which I infinitely prefer. Many of them do, too. I overheard Mother tell Adele she always asks for male nurses and doctors. “But they’re not always available. I hate going through it all with women.”

   Oh well, I wanted to be a nurse, didn’t I?

   My Medical Discovery

   It’s hard to deny that male genitals are more interesting. Erections, precum, testicles. My guy had a tiny black pimple on the underside of his flared cockhead ridge. Almost invisible on the deep purple prick.

   I called the Professor over. She peered closely, and rubbed the pimple with her finger.

   “Very good, Richard. You’re the first to notice this. Probably not serious, but should be seen to. His daughter brought him. I’ll make an appointment with a specialist. She’ll be so grateful. Come to my office right after Lab so she can thank you herself”.

   Maya led me there, a look of puzzled admiration on her angular olive face. “Nice work, young man. Especially for your gender. Even the man’s own daughter didn’t catch it.”

   Her praise would have been sweeter, if not for the churning in my bowels.

   “I have to poop.” Maya put her huge hand in my pants, cupped my right bottomcheek.

   “Plenty time for that later.” A wet bluttering fart emerged from my fat bottomcheeks.

   Maya sat in the waiting room, near a male secretary. Four other faculty members shared the suite of offices. Professor ushered me into hers.

   Sandra ?!

   The first thing I saw was female feet, big and bare in heel sandals. That’s not surprising. Except at work, home, and a few other instances, the male gaze should be on the floor or ground.

   I can’t tell you how many spankings from Adele and Mother it took for me to be reasonably good about it. To this day, I mess up sometimes. And pay the painful price.

   The next thing was an exceptionally cute naked man, styled sandy hair to his shoulders. Riding Out on his daughter’s bare left thigh, toes high in the air. Full purple testicles between the girl’s legs, magnificent hard prick drooling precum on them. Though my dad’s age, he looked young as me.

   I knew him. Roger, a neighbor down the street. Only then did I look up to see … Sandra! Oh. My. Tender. Testicles!

Sandra Described

   It’s weird. Sandra and I always seemed to have some kind of unspoken connection. I looked at her lovely feet and toes before I knew what it meant. She looked at me as if she knew a lot more than I did – even though she was 3 years younger.

   My gracious, Sandra had changed!

   She still had that frizzy chestnut pageboy framing a sweet girlish face. Light blue eyes that softened with affection, became icy when angered. Fluted lips, often upturned in smiles.

   But Sandra wasn’t a girl anymore. She was a stunning big beauty in a revealing yellow summer dress and heel sandals. Thick muscular body with generous curves. She looked at me and smiled warmly. I got butterflies in my tummy, which reminded me I had to poop.

   I Render O To Sandra

   She stood up, put her dad in the Professor’s arms, walked to me. Mercy! She was taller than my sister! (I later learned, 6-7 in heels, exactly a foot taller than me barefoot.)

   Just as Sandra reached me, I fell to my knees, put my lips on her right foot. She clicked her fingers to render O, canted one foot up. I didn’t rush. Licked gently between, then delicately took her big toe in my mouth.

   I was surprised by the taste. Unique. Musky as Mother’s before those terrible spankings for no reason whatsoever.

   Sandra’s click to stop O. She bent over, grasped my armpits, stood me up.

   “I’ve always liked you, Richard. Now even more. I washed my daddy’s penis yesterday, but you caught it. I’d love to kiss you, but that mouth needs washing first. And you should be naked.”

   In The Bathroom With Sandra

   Professor gave her a key to the office suite bathroom. It was large and sumptuous, with earth tones, wood, and mirrors. Two baths, one a shower, two Enema Benches, two toilets and Spanking Stools. Fully equipped.

   Sandra squatted to remove my pants and shoes. I leered down her titty cleavage, then made a long flabby fart. She knew immediately. I blushed.

   “You have to poop! Poor baby. Get on the toilet.”

   I forgot about Roger, and only thought of humiliation. I like to make a good first impression with the big beautiful girls I’m attracted to. Before first dates, Adele or Mother bathes, primps, oils, and dresses me carefully. I always get a full strong enema or two.

   When dates pick me up, I’m at my fragrant best. I make a good impression. Adele’s limit is one kiss on first dates, but girls always want more. Sometimes, I let them.

   So imagine my shuddering chagrin. My first impression on gorgeous Sandra was a huge and aromatic … poop. I cried. I was still sobbing when she tried to wash my mouth.

   “Stop crying. I can’t wash your mouth properly… ah, fiddlesticks! I’ll give you something to cry about!”

   The spanking was ferocious, maybe worse than Adele’s. Sheer savage hell. But I have to admit it calmed my male hysteria. Soon, I was on Sandra’s lap with Salve stinging my fanny, my sobbing almost over. Inhaling her perfume, my prick erecting in her hand. Drinking in her kisses.

   I didn’t see Sandra again for almost 6 months. I dreamed about her every night. She never wrote me from Marine Training.