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Sandra and stuff

Si x Months Later    One winter Saturday morning after my bath, Mother carried me downstairs naked. I was out of sorts. No spanking since Thursday night, and no cum either. It was Yuletide. Snowing.    Mother stuffed used panties in my mouth, strapped me in a Carrier, and walked off. A few minutes later, she returned in a Governess uniform, and wrapped a blanket around me. She took me outside, holding my Carrier by the handle.    I guessed it was for a complete medical examination. Both genders get them every quarter. A girl called out in a deep throaty voice. Sandra.    I watched her striding to us, my head immobilized in the Carrier hanging at Mother’s knee. Heedless of the weather, Sandra didn’t wear a coat over her Marine dress uniform and heel sandals. When she came closer, I could only see her feet.    Sandra looked even bigger and more muscular. In her Marine uniform, she was every young man’s wet dream. To be more precis...

Learning and Love

N ursing 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 tu...