Emily's Spanking and Chastity Stories

                Emily’s stomach gurgled nervously as she stood in line with the rest of Rattangrove’s better behaved locked students outside the nurse’s office. It was the first day of April and at Rattangrove that meant it was a day of both intense excitement as well as worry.

                The first day of each month was when Rattangrove’s locked girls got to cum, at least in theory. Troublemakers and reprobates who got themselves locked in red and black cages weren’t even allowed to get in line. They were denied any sort of release until their behaviour improved. For the rest of the girls, those locked in pink, green, white, and even yellow cages; there was a good chance that they would get some relief today.

                For green caged girls of course, there wasn’t any real worry. A green cage was a sign of an exceptionally well-behaved girl, and they were guaranteed a cage off orgasm each month. Any misbehaviour serious enough to put their orgasm in jeopardy would also have cost them their green cage status, so they lined up without worry, and they chatted and gossiped happily among themselves until it was their turn.

                For the yellow caged girls, it was the opposite. Most of them would likely be turned away by the nurse inside the office; their behaviour simply not good enough to get any relief at all. The system wasn’t without mercy though, and girls who had shown a marked improvement in her behaviour or grades might be able to get the middle option: A prostate milking.

                Skirt and panties off, on her hands and knees on a hard steel table, still locked in her cage, a nurse would lube up a girl’s rear entrance and then very gently slide a couple of fingers inside. Slowly and methodically she would palpate the girl’s prostate, milking out the backed up fluids inside. Gradually the backed up cum would slowly drain from the tip of the poor girl’s cage in the most frustrating manner imaginable.

                It was the best a yellow-caged girl could hope for, but it was a real possibility for white and pink caged girls as well. A girl who kept her grades up and her nose clean could pretty confidently expect to be unlocked, but as for the rest the nurses themselves had broad discretion. If a girl was strongly trending in the wrong direction, skirting the line of ending up in a yellow cage herself, she could be sent away with nothing at all. The admitting nurse had wide discretion.

                For most of the white and pink caged girls it was a question of whether they would be unlocked, or if they would be milked. Grades, attendance, and behaviour were all weighed. A single trip to the Headmaster’s office that month would all but guarantee that a girl wasn’t getting unlocked even if she managed to avoid a yellow cage. For the rest it depended on which nurse ended up with your file. Did a single spanking by a teacher wipe out an A+ on a test? Could a C-grade student earn an orgasm with perfect behaviour? It depended which nurse you got.

Rattangrove employed 8 nurses full-time, and each had a reputation amongst the students. Some were generous, some were strict, some favoured grades over behaviour, and some considered good behaviour far over academic achievement. Teach month it was a different nurse who would decide and there was no way of knowing who you would get until you walked into the office. It was always a group of very nervous girls who waited in line each month. Emily could hear the girls in line behind her gossiping and comparing notes;

 “I only got spanked twice this month, and I’m acing Biology 2400 – they’ve gotta let me out for that, right?” A tall blonde a few places behind her in line said.

“Oh – you’re lucky. I got paddled for failing a test last week, so that’s both bad grades and a punishment. I hope they let me out though, I got milked last month and I’m going crazy!” The girl behind the blonde replied.

                Emily herself had never been milked. Her parents had never believed in it. If Emily couldn’t earn an actual orgasm then she went without anything at all. In her time at Rattangrove she had fortunately been able to earn a full cage-off orgasm every month for the whole school year so far. It had been an amazing luxury to get unlocked that often, even if the circumstances weren’t exactly ideal.

Rattangrove unlocked its girls in batches, six girls lined up in a row against the wall, each sitting on a hard plastic chair, naked from the waist down, permitted no more than ten minutes to have her orgasm. There wasn’t any privacy, and they weren’t even allowed to look at their phones for “inspiration”, although the nurses more or less left them to it. The nurses were always too busy cleaning their cages, lubricating the locks, and filling out paperwork to pay too close of attention to the girls themselves which suited Emily just fine.

 Emily always made the most of her ten minutes. She usually managed at least a couple of really nice edges before finally bringing herself over the line with a gasp; a month’s worth of warm, sticky cum spurting into her palm. They thankfully provided tissues for cleaning the worst of it up, and the nurses took care of the rest. A little bit of tingly sanitizing gel, a bit of lubricating cream around the ring, and the girls were locked back up and sent back into the hallway.

                It wasn’t perfect, but Emily hadn’t been allowed much privacy at home either, and it was vastly better than nothing. Emily had needs, after all.

                Speaking of which, she had some serious needs right now. She had woken up at 4:00AM to beat the line, and had managed to be the very first person lined up outside the nurses’ office. She wouldn’t be the first inside unfortunately, as any green caged girls were allowed to cut ahead of her in line. Just another perk for good behaviour that Rattangrove handed out to those that respected their rules.

                Emily had dressed herself carefully that morning. She wasn’t getting turned away because of a uniform infraction at the last minute. She had ironed her shirt to a perfect crispness the night before, brushed the soft navy wool of her sweater, and retied her school tie twice to get the know just right. Her white sneakers she had worn last term were looking a little battered, so she grabbed her new pink ones out of the closet.

                It was one of the few avenues that Rattangrove allowed for a girl to show some individuality; after her first term a girl was allowed to wear brightly-coloured sneakers so long as they matched her cage colour. The green caged girls almost universally wore their hideous green shoes, just showing off their elite status among the students. Girls in red, yellow, or black cages had nothing to brag about, so they tended to universally wear the standard whites; although Emily had seen Aurora rocking a bright yellow pair around the school lately. That girl really was hopeless.

                For the rest of the pink-caged girls, as long as the primary colour was pink, the rest of the design was up to them. Emily had purchased a pair of pink shoes with green details for herself over the Christmas break, and then a brand new pair of pink and white ones at the campus shop just last week. They were still like new, so she had worn those.

 Emily grimaced as yet another girl gave her an apologetic smile, flashed the little green pin on her lapel that the green-cagers were allowed to wear and took Emily’s place in line. She hated those fucking pins and the self-satisfied attitudes of the girls who wore them. First to get to cum, first in line for meals, first choice of classes; it was unfair how difficult those stupid green cages were to get.

                Emily stamped her foot in frustration. She wouldn’t even be in the first two groups to go into the office now. She’d be in the third group with four green-cagers and the copper-haired girl behind her, assuming no-one else cut in line ahead of her.

                “Excuse me?” There was a tentative, hesitant tap on her shoulder. Emily slowly let out a breath of intense frustration and turned around.

                The girl who had tapped on her shoulder was several inches taller than Emily; her chestnut hair falling over her shoulders with a touch of curl to it. Her dark brown eyes looked down at Emily nervously through her glasses and her fingers were nervously fidgeting with the familiar green lapel pin that Emily had been afraid she would see.

                “Uh… Hi… I noticed you um… don’t have a pin… and your shoes… and I was wondering if…” the girl stammered at her.

                Emily sighed and stepped back, hearing some moans of disappointment from the line behind her. At least she was still in the third group for now; this latest arrival meant another 10 minutes of waiting for the girl behind her.  It was nearly 8:00AM and Emily had hoped that there would be no more queue-jumpers before the office opened. She couldn’t really say anything; it was just the way it was.

                “Sorry.” The girl turned around to face Emily as she stepped into her former place in line. “You must have gotten up really early, huh?” She had the decency to look a little ashamed of cutting ahead of Emily, at least.

                Emily just nodded. She wasn’t feeling particularly chatty at the minute. One more last-minute line-cutter would push her back a whole group. She looked back down the hall, but the line stretched back behind her and around the corner. She was safe for now.

                “I… I’m Rachel.” The tall young woman said, trying to be friendly. “Fourth year.” She paused, and seemed to be scrambling for something to say. “Do you think they’ll let you out?” She managed, after a moment. She was really trying to be sociable, and Emily felt she should at least try to be friendly.

                The truth was Emily had no idea if she was getting unlocked today or not. It was the reason Emily hadn’t been able to sleep last night, the reason she had been so careful with her uniform, and the reason she had been the first one in line this morning. For the first time in her stay at Rattangrove it was really going to depend on which nurse she got.

                Her grades through the first semester had been just about perfect. They were entry level classes, but her grades were still well above what she had thought she was capable of. Even her parents had been impressed. Not enough for them to unlock her over Christmas break, but that had been her choice; the good girl cage offered so many more possibilities. Her cage began to tighten just thinking about it. Dammit. It had been a long month…

She couldn’t really put it down to one single reason but her grades were down. Not enough to put her scholarship in jeopardy, but enough that she was worried about her likelihood of being unlocked. It wasn’t that her grades were bad per se, it was that they looked bad compared to her overachievement last semester.

Worse was her disciplinary record this month. Two spankings by a single professor looked bad; and getting caned by the dorm prefect for being back to the dorm past curfew looked worse. She hadn’t been sent to the Headmaster, thank God, but it still wasn’t something any nurse could ignore. This month’s release was no sure thing.

“Uh… probably?” Emily lied. It was awkward talking to a green-cager about this, Rachel seemed nice enough, but for her the nurse’s assessment was just a formality. Emily could feel a kinship with any of the girls behind her – white, pink, or yellow. They all shared a nervous anticipation, a delicious hope of forbidden pleasure tempered with a looming worry of being refused and sent back into the hall for another month of strict denial.

With Rachel it was like talking to the prefect of her dorm. She was a student, a peer, but Emily couldn’t be as open and unguarded. Rachel’s privileged status set her far above Emily, making her an outsider. Making things worse was that this was Emily’s last chance of an unlock at Rattangrove this semester. She’d be going home at the end of the month and under her parents’ rules a monthly orgasm wasn’t even a remote possibility.

“I don’t really know…” she confessed. Emily wanted to keep this conversation short. A vague and noncommittal answer hopefully would discourage further questions.

Rachel seemed disappointed by Emily’s reticence. Emily felt a little bit chagrined at her own rudeness – Rachel couldn’t help that she was entitled to gentler treatment. Emily knew how hard a green cage was to earn, and to keep. If she had the opportunity to move herself into one, she wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. She tried a friendlier approach, testing out a smile that she really didn’t feel.

“I mean you must be excited, Rachel! You don’t have anything to worry about!” Emily’s voice seemed a little too cheerful even to herself.

Rachel gave her a half-hearted laugh, seeming awkward and insincere herself. “I… I guess so. Perks of the cage, you know?” She fiddled with the hem of her skirt for a moment and then pulled out her phone, looking into the screen intently.

So much for trying to be friendly Emily thought. She didn’t understand these green cage girls at all but at least it appeared that Rachel really was the last to arrive. Her place in line was finally safe. There really were shockingly few green-cagers. Rattangrove wasn’t exactly a big school, and not all of its students were locked, or even trans; but she was surprised that only 17 girls had managed to earn a green cage this semester. That put Emily in the third group, which meant less than half an hour of waiting once they opened the office.

At 8:00 sharp the assembled students went silent as they heard the lock on the nurse’s office click open and a single tall nurse opened the door. Excited whispering broke out in the line as it became clear which nurse it was. This boded very well and Emily’s spirits rose.

Nurse Matthews had a deserved reputation for generosity. Tall, somewhat plain, but irreverent and kind she was a favourite among the students. She wasn’t a pushover, but she tended to resolve a close decision in a student’s favour more often than not. Out of the 8 nurses on campus Emily had her pegged as the second best option she could have hoped for.

Far better it be her than the sour, hatchet-faced Nurse Chambers. The oldest member of Rattangrove’s nursing staff and by far the most feared, she seemed eager to take even the tiniest excuse to keep a girl denied. Had she opened the door, Emily knew that a milking was the best she could have hoped for.

Old Nurse Chambers would be lurking in the office somewhere; the first of the month being so busy meant that all 8 nurses were all on shift. But to the relief of every girl in line the decision of who got unlocked and who didn’t would fall to Nurse Matthews instead. Emily felt a broad smile of relief spreading across her face, which Rachel noticed.

“Matthews today, eh? Lucky you!” Rachel seemed genuinely happy for her, and Emily felt a little ashamed for thinking such unkind thoughts about her earlier.

“Yeah… better her than that bitter old witch Chambers.” Emily said. She wasn’t worried about being overheard, not with so many girls around, each excitedly chattering excitedly about their improved prospects for a satisfying orgasm.   Emily was still worried about her chances of being unlocked, but this was definitely a positive sign.

The nurse held the door open for the first six girls as they eagerly filed into the office, then she closed and locked it again behind them. Emily rocked backwards and forwards on the balls of her feet impatiently. She had been waiting for hours at this point, and the new sneakers might have been a poor choice. She was footsore and tired, but she wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

After what felt like a millennia the office door opened and the first group left the office, cheeks flushed with pleasure and eyes slightly glassy. Nurse Matthews smiled and waved the next group forward. The line behind Emily grew quieter as the second group entered the office, their turns were coming soon and each girl was lost in her own thoughts. Whether practicing excuses or apologies, Emily couldn’t say. She had her own well-practiced lines, though she doubted that they would make much difference one way or the other.

She could hear a little of what was happening inside, even through the heavy wooden door. Not distinct words, but she could hear the muffled sound of Nurse Matthews voice as she addressed the girls who had gone ahead of her.

She could hear the occasional squeak of a shoe against the floor, and once she caught the distinct sharp click of a chastity cage as it was unlocked but after a short while all was silent. Emily checked the time on her phone. The quiet meant that the ten minute counter had started; each of the girls was now enjoying their “private time”. She tried not to think about how sensitive her own clit was in its cage. She needed this so badly…

Emily pulled her phone and tried to focus on that – anything that would make the time pass more quickly. She tried Instagram, Twitter, in this moment of madness she even checked Facebook; but her eyes were always drawn to the clock in the upper left corner of the screen. Time stopped. Empires rose and fell. The seas overtook the land and withdrew. A bird sharpening its beak on a mountain ground the mountain to dust twice over. Second by painful second, ten minutes dragged by.

At last, Emily heard the faint chime of the kitchen timer that signalled the end of the girls’ ten minutes, followed by the scraping of chairs against the hard floor. Her heart gave a little skip as she heard it. She imagined the girls getting cleaned up, having their cages locked back onto them, and getting dressed. The door was a solid panel of century-old oak, but Emily could see every detail in her mind’s eye.

When the door finally opened Emily was almost ready to explode with impatience. She glared daggers at the girls leaving the office, wishing they would pick up their feet. Finally, the nurse waved her group forward, and Emily entered the nurse’s office at last.

Nurse Matthews greeted each of them with a patient smile. She was older – maybe in her mid-forties, but with a kind and still-youthful appearance. Her hair was a mix of brown and blonde, with the first streaks of grey starting to show through, though her face was largely unlined. She was neither overweight nor particularly slim with the wide, round hips of a woman slightly past her childbearing years.

She waved each of the green-caged girls towards the row of plastic chairs as they passed, not even glancing at her clipboard. She held up a hand stopping Emily as she approached though, and she clicked the pen she was holding in her hand, pushing the point onto the paper. Her eyes looked over Emily, then back to the clipboard, then back to Emily again.

She looked a little embarrassed as she turned to Emily and said “I’m sorry, my dear. I’m guessing you’re a freshman? I remember seeing you before, but I’m afraid I don’t recall your name.”

“Black, Miss. Emily Black?” Emily tried to stay as calm as she could – as if the nurse would be able to tell that she wasn’t sure herself if she had really earned being unlocked and would hold that against her. It was stupid, but she really needed to cum, and her mind was racing far ahead of her. She took a deep breath, folded her hands politely in front of her, and looked the nurse in the eyes with what she hoped was a sufficient amount of deference and respect.

The nurse chewed on her lower lip absentmindedly as she went through the pages on her clipboard. “Ah yes – Emily Black. Freshman.” She scribbled on the paper. “Hmmm… caned for being 8 minutes late for curfew?”

Emily swallowed hard. This was normal. It was part of the process. Just breathe. She had been through this little interrogation before and she had always been unlocked. “Yes Miss, I was in study group in the library and lost track of time.” She answered, keeping her voice level.

That was a liberal interpretation of the truth, but she had practiced the line and kept the wavering tremor out of her voice. She really had been in study group… Until Scarlett, the very pretty, very well hung, and extremely unlocked redhead had suggested they find a quiet room away from other distractions. Honestly it had been a miracle she was only 8 minutes late.

“Mhm” Nurse Matthews said; her voice neutral. “And spanked twice in the same month by Professor Arken?” Her green eyes flicked up from the paper she was writing on to meet Emily’s straight on.

What was Emily supposed to say? Professor Donald Arken was the most decorated professor at Rattangrove. He held honorary degrees from at least half a dozen other schools, and had published nearly twice again as many books. Among the esteemed faculty of Rattangrove he was the only one whose level of renown actually approached a sort of celebrity.

He was also an irrepressible pervert who would take even the slightest excuse to haul any student who caught his fancy over his lap for a spanking. It wasn’t a terribly painful spanking, especially for someone with Emily’s pain tolerance. He took his time, getting a good long look, and taking every opportunity to “rub the sting away”. Harmless enough compared to some of the faculty at Rattangrove, but Emily regretted that she was apparently his type.

Again, not something she could say to the nurse. She might have tried explaining it were it a junior professor, but she couldn’t make accusations like that against someone of Dr. Arken’s standing.  She simply nodded and said “Yes Miss. They were small enough mistakes that he only used his hand, but I’m sorry, Miss.”

Nurse Matthews drummed the pen lightly against the top of the clipboard; her eyes flicked up at Emily briefly then back down at the paper. She didn’t really have to take any notes since Emily was only confirming what was already written in her file. Emily hoped she could read between the lines of what she had said at least a little.

 “You’re a History major, correct?” The nurse asked.

“Yes Miss.” Emily answered, promptly.

“Hmmmm… I’m sure that the Headmaster would like to see these grades come up, Miss Black…” The Nurse was looking straight at her, and Emily looked down at her feet. She could explain away the other two things, but her slipping grades were on her.

“I know, Miss. I promise I’ll try harder. It’s just been so busy with the soccer team and all…” It was a shitty excuse and Emily knew it, but in the hours that she had spent waiting for the nurse’s office to open it had been the best one she could come up with.

“I see.” The nurse was writing on her clipboard again and Emily tried to subtly crane her neck to see what she was noting down, but with no success.

“Well, it’s certainly not a gold star performance, Miss Black…” The nurse looked up at her again, and Emily’s heart was in her throat. “But I don’t think it’s quite bad enough to deny you a release this month.” she continued, a small smile spreading across her face. Emily relaxed. She had managed to skirt disaster.

“Go ahead into the back room, take off your skirt and panties, and take your position on a milking table. Nurse Chambers will be along in a moment to assist you.” The nurse finished her notes with a final flourish and clicked her pen closed with an ominous finality. She gave Emily a moment to argue, and then she opened the office door asking the next girl to come inside; there was an empty chair available.

Emily’s shoulders slumped and her face burned with shame. As the only girl whose orgasm was in doubt it would be painfully obvious to those outside who hadn’t made the cut to get their cage off. She slowly walked the length of the room, refusing to look at her more fortunate classmates or anyone else. She passed through the doorway and into the milking room.

It was a fairly small room, and quite narrow with a steel-topped workbench and sink at one end. It smelled clean and antiseptic, but a very mild lingering musk left little doubt as to what the room was used for. Like the six plastic chairs in the first room, six low padded tables were lined up along the wall. A small privacy curtain divided each table from its neighbours about halfway, so a girl being milked would be able to see the faces and shoulders of the other girls being milked, but nothing below the waist.

Not that Emily would have any company for this, she was the first girl to be milked today, and she was filled with bitter self-recrimination as she slid off her skirt and panties. There was a small wire basket attached to the front of each table for her clothes, and she placed her clothes in the basket of the table closest to her and climbed on top.

It was less than 5 minutes later that the familiar form of Nurse Chambers entered the room. She gave Emily the impression, as she always did, as an incredibly disapproving stork. She seemed sickly thin and yet her uniform was drawn tight over her frame as though it were too small for her. From her sharp cheekbones to her pointed elbows, to her long, narrow nose, she gave off an aura of prickly unapproachability.

Unfortunately, she looked more warm and friendly than she actually was. Her mouth was always drawn in a sour, puckered frown, and her eyes watched everyone suspiciously. She was blunt, cold, mean-spirited, and shrewd. A large part of the reason Emily hadn’t tried explaining herself to Nurse Matthews earlier was that on her very first trip to the nurse’s office, she had been interviewed by Nurse Chambers.  It hadn’t gone well.

Nurse Chambers had met her at the door with a sneer. Emily had been feeling quite confident: her grades had been excellent, her disciplinary record for her first month spotless, and as a white-cager she was supposed to get a little leniency. Emily knew now that her unlock that day had been as sure a thing as you could get without a green cage, but Chambers had made her sweat for it. She had grilled her mercilessly on what was “hiding” behind the good behaviour on her monthly report and gradually drawn out a confession from Emily on a couple of minor transgressions she hadn’t been caught for.

She had unlocked her and let her cum in the end, but she had also sent her back to her dorm with a note to the prefect to make sure Emily got a “bedtime reminder” with the prefect’s nasty little paddle that night for the couple little things that Emily had confessed to. Emily despised Nurse Chambers, as did most of the student body.

“Well come along, girl. If you’re going to be an inconvenience, you could at least have the decency not to dawdle!” Nurse Chambers had turned just inside the doorway and was speaking to someone just outside the door. Great, thought Emily whoever was behind me in lie is getting milked as well. So much for privacy. 

It was to Emily’s absolute shock that it wasn’t the girl who had been behind her in line that came through the door, but Rachel. She had already removed her skirt and panties, carrying them in her left hand as she walked through the doorway. Her green cage waggled in front of her, standing out in contrast to her pale and pillowy thighs.

Emily was mildly jealous, not so much of her green cage, but of how nicely Rachel’s bottom and thighs had filled out, giving her a voluptuous figure. Emily was on the same hormones as everyone else, and she was still barely a B-Cup.  Some girls have all the luck. Bloody green-cagers! Emily thought, bitterly.

Why was Rachel here anyway? Green cagers didn’t get milked. She met Rachel’s eyes, curiosity burning, but Rachel just blushed and looked away.

“Up on the table with you, I suppose I’ll have to find a second nurse” Nurse Chambers sniffed indignantly, turned on her heel and stalked out of the room. Rachel dropped her clothing in the basket on the front of the table next to Emily’s and took her place beside her.

“What happened?” Emily asked. Something dreadful must have happened for Rachel to have ended up in the milking room. “It was Chambers, wasn’t it?”

Rachel blushed and shook her head. “No. It wasn’t the nurse. I… chose this instead.” She looked over at Emily, seemingly gauging whether or not she could trust her. “I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t actually enjoy being unlocked anymore. It feels… wrong, somehow.” She finished, her voice quiet.

She was right about the crazy part. Emily absolutely did not understand. The cage was awful. It was an inescapable fact of life at Rattangrove and for Emily at least, at home as well. She didn’t have to like it, though. You weren’t supposed to like it!

Today was the one day of the month when girls like herself and Rachel could feel normal, like all the other girls at the school. Getting to touch, to actually have the sort of pleasure that she was so consistently denied – who on Earth would willingly give that up?

Rachel must have read it on her face because she sighed deeply and looked away. “I didn’t expect you’d understand. You’re still in your first year, right?”

Emily nodded as Nurse Chambers returned with another nurse in tow. She was a short, slightly stout woman with dark hair and copper coloured skin. Emily struggled for a moment with her name. The really generous nurses and the really cruel ones she remembered the names of. The rest she just flatly wasn’t as familiar with.

“Hello dear. I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Doris Singh, and I’ll be taking care of you today.” Her voice was warm and motherly, and made Emily feel very at ease.

“I… I’m Emily.” She managed, nervously. She watched as the nurse walked over to the counter at the end of the room, pulling on a latex glove, and fetching both lubricant and a towel. She walked back and gently stroked Emily’s lower back in a comforting way.

“I know dear, I saw your file. It appears that this is your first time having your prostate milked?” Her voice was calm, and matter-of-fact. Between that and the gentle touch of her hand Emily felt slightly more at ease.

Emily shivered at the thought that very soon the nurse’s fingers were going to be in an extremely intimate area, but she cleared her throat and nodded. “Yes Miss.” She managed, very quietly.

She heard a moan and a squelch from Rachel, and while the curtain obscured her view of what was happening, she was quite confident that Nurse Chambers hadn’t bothered with any formalities before beginning to milk the curvy Senior girl.

“Oh there’s no need for the formality with me, my dear. Nurse Doris is just fine. Now I assume you have some idea how this is going to go?” The nurse asked.

“Yes Mi- Yes, Nurse Doris.” Emily answered. She felt the nurse pat her on the back, and then lay out the towel underneath her to catch her drippings when they came.

“Well don’t worry dear. It won’t hurt a bit, and you’ll be feeling much better when we’re done.” Emily felt the nurse’s soft and warm hands very gently touch her orbs, so badly backed up with cum. The nurse very gently stroked her there with her ungloved hand and Emily whimpered with pleasure, then caught herself and flushed.

“No need to be shy dear.” The nurse chuckled to herself. “You just let it out when you need to, every girl makes at least a little noise, and we’re all used to it.”

Emily heard the nurse flip the cap off of the tube of lubricant, and squeeze what Emily hoped was a generous amount onto her fingers. She flinched slightly as the nurse’s fingers, coated in chilly lubricant, touched her waiting hole.

“Just try to relax, sweetheart. It won’t be so bad.” The nurse’s voice was soothing, and her ungloved hand returned to very gently stroking Emily’s dangling spheres. Emily moaned louder at the sensation and willed herself to relax. She caught Rachel looking at her with a moderately amused expression and she was just preparing to shoot her a dirty look in return when the nurse’s first finger slipped inside.

Emily gasped at the sensation, but held her position. The nurse’s finger paused for a moment, letting her get used to the sensation, and then began working its way in and out of her. It was, admittedly, at least a little pleasant as the nurse loosened her up. She felt the cage grow tight as she strained just a little against the tube. She shivered with pleasure and moaned freely as the nurse slid a second finger inside and moved a little deeper, seeking her prostate.

“Not so bad, right?” Emily looked over to see Rachel smiling at her. “It’s not perfect, but it’s still really good.” Rachel’s face was flushed with pleasure, and Emily could see her rocking back and forth as Nurse Chambers milked her. Rachel winked at her conspiratorially. “I mean, it’s not as good as getting fucked, but you have to go down to the village for that.”

Emily’s eyes widened. They couldn’t talk about sex! Not right in front of the nurses, surely. She looked back over her shoulder nervously.

Nurse Singh gave her a very sly little smile and a shrug. “A lot of girls do it. As long as it’s off school grounds, it’s not forbidden.”

“No. We can’t. But we’re the ones who have to deal with it when you little sluts come running back to us with the clap!” Emily could hear Nurse Chambers grating voice from behind the privacy curtain as Rachel rolled her eyes.

Emily giggled at that. She couldn’t imagine having to ask Nurse Chambers for that sort of thing. She was a nurse though, she supposed. She wouldn’t just say no…

“So…” Rachel’s voice had become both nervous and conspiratorial. “Can you… you know… from just sex?” Emily’s heartrate redoubled in her chest, and she looked over at her in disbelief.

 Rachel shouldn’t be asking these sorts of things. Sure, she talked about it with her roommate, and with her friends, but that was in low voices in the privacy of their dorm rooms. To talk openly about this sort of thing in front of Nurse Chambers of all people was madness.

“I…” Emily’s voice faltered. Was admitting to it going to get her in trouble? She flicked her eyes back to Nurse Singh, but she was focused on her work. Work that was admittedly feeling better and better as it went on. Emily began rocking her hips in time with the nurse’s ministrations the way she had seen Rachel do it. An orgasm was far, far away but this did feel really good.

“Starting to feel good, is it?” Nurse Singh asked her, her warm and kind tone standing out in sharp contrast to Nurse Chambers. “It’s gonna feel like you have to pee soon, and that’s completely normal; just your body flushing out all that nasty cum. Just let it all out, the towel will catch everything.”

How was she so nice? Emily shouldn’t feel so comfortable with someone who was not only a perfect stranger, but who also had two fingers deep inside her. Emily moaned at the sensation and lowered her chest down to the table, spreading her legs apart. She felt so safe, even if she was being milked rather than unlocked to stroke.

“You haven’t had your Sexual Health classes yet, have you?” Rachel interrupted Emily’s pleasure. Apparently she was just in a chatty mood at the most inappropriate time Emily could imagine. “They encourage us to learn how to cum that way, you know? They say it’s more feminine. You won’t get in trouble for telling me.”

Emily just wanted to focus on the radiating pleasure as the nurse worked her p-spot, but Rachel was insistent on carrying on. “Plus… it feels better, you know? I feel so… uncomfortable being unlocked now. It just feels wrong, so that’s why I chose being milked instead. It’s not as good as sex, but getting hard? Stroking like… like a boy? It’s just not for me. Not anymore.”

Emily couldn’t imagine herself being this open with anyone about this sort of thing, and she definitely didn’t agree with Rachel about not being unlocked. Is this what happened after four years at Rattangrove?! Getting unlocked once a month to touch, when she had earned it, was one of the best parts about attending Rattangrove and she couldn’t ever imagine herself giving that up.

She looked over at Rachel in disbelief and she could see that she felt a little abashed at having told her so much. Emily sighed, and decided to answer her question, rather than leave her feeling so awkward.

“I can.” Emily admitted. Her own feelings on the subject were complicated. Sex was obviously a lot of fun, but she had always had such an early curfew at home, and a prostate orgasm took time. Worse yet, growing up out west a lot of the boys she had dated simply wouldn’t allow it. They expected her to tell them when she was close so they could stop. Prostate orgasms were indeed wonderfully powerful, but Emily didn’t have as much experience with them as she would have liked.

“Of course you can, sweetie.” Nurse Singh encouraged her. “You’re emptying out nicely. It shouldn’t be more than a few more minutes until we’re done.”

Emily looked back between her legs, and she could see the narrow stream of white cum running down from her cage to pool on the towel. She hadn’t realized that she was already draining; she had hoped and expected that there would be more pleasure than this.

The nurse’s fingers circling her prostate with a gentle pressure was nice but she had expected some building pleasure, some sort of release. Instead there was just a little pressure on her bladder and the frustrating feeling of liquid slowly draining out of her. Was this really all she was going to get until next month?

Rachel smiled at her, encouraged. “I can introduce you to some cute guys if you want? The next time we’re down in the village? I got a job and spent all summer down there last year, it was really fun and I met all kinds of people. They’d probably really like you!”

Emily sighed very quietly to herself. Rachel was utterly irrepressible. Emily just wanted a little privacy to enjoy this as much as she could, but Rachel was not going to leave her alone until she agreed. She was a freshman! She wasn’t even allowed in the damn village until next term, after Rachel had graduated…

“I’d like that.” Emily lied. Please just shut up, Rachel she prayed. This was all the relief she was going to get for an entire month and she just wanted to focus on the pleasure, however frustrating.

“Take some condoms on your way out then. Stupid little whores.” Nurse Chambers was her usual cheerful self. Happily, with the curtain drawn Emily could mostly ignore her, and even better the nurse couldn’t see Emily either. She stuck out her tongue in Chambers general direction earning a laugh from Rachel and most surprisingly a very generous push right on her prostate from Nurse Singh. That felt wonderful!

Emily closed her eyes and pushed her hips back even more vigorously than before; she felt like she was offering herself up in a hopelessly lewd way to Nurse Singh, but she was purely focused on the sensation.

 Instead of being offended the nurse gently stroked Emily’s perineum with her fingertips making Emily shiver with delight and mewl shamelessly. She felt herself twitch with pleasure as a couple of larger gouts of cum slithered out of her. It was like the echo of a real orgasm. At best it was a tenth as good, but after 30 days completely denied it was heavenly.

The firm pressure of the nurse’s fingers felt wonderful as she circled Emily’s p-spot. In a rhythmic motion she slowly moved her fingers clockwise around Emily’s prostate twice with a gentle pressure, and then a firm push right on the button. Over and over, the sensation was rhythmic, pleasant, and it offered some real relief. Thankfully Rachel had finally found the ability to shut up and Emily could give herself over completely to the pleasure.

She could feel herself draining now, and her prostate was alive with a gentle, warm tingling that spread into her bladder and up into her abdomen. In contrast to the intense but brief pleasure of an orgasm, this was mild and frustrating but it went on for so much longer.

Emily no longer felt embarrassed or hesitant around Nurse Singh, she felt cared for and safe. She wanted to be a good girl for her so that the nurse would be proud of her when she earned being unlocked. She hoped that it would be Nurse Singh herself who got to decide that, and that she would be happy for her when it happened.

After a few more minutes the wonderful warm tingling sensation faded, and Emily felt her cage stop dripping at last. She opened her eyes and looked between her legs at the large pool of cum that had collected on the towel. The nurse patted her on the bottom very gently as she withdrew her fingers.

“All done, Emily. Let me just get you cleaned up and you can get dressed.” Nurse Singh said.

Emily heard her take off the glove and place it in the garbage. She stayed in position as she watched the nurse walk back to the work station and collect a few things, then return to the table where she knelt.

The nurse tore open a small packet, and withdrew a small towelette. “This will be a little cold.” She warned Emily.

The towelette was indeed cold, and Emily could feel herself tighten up as the nurse cleaned her rear entrance. She hadn’t expected this process to be so intimate, but she was grateful that she wouldn’t have to worry about staining her panties.

“Alright dear, last step before you can go. Just have to clean you out.” The nurse said, holding up a very large syringe filled with clear liquid. Emily’s eyes widened with fear. She didn’t mean…

The nurse laughed. “Just my little joke. This is for washing out the inside of the cage, not an enema.”

“That joke has never been funny, Doris.” Nurse Chambers said from behind the curtain. Emily found herself in the odd position of agreeing with her.

Nurse Singh placed the tip of the syringe into the hole at the tip of Emily’s cage and firmly pushed on the plunger. Emily gasped as warm water surged along the sides of her incredibly sensitive shaft, before running out the tip. It took three flushes of her cage before the syringe was empty, and Emily’s skin tingled as the sanitizing agent did its job.

“Alright dear, all done. Hopefully next time we’ll see each other under happier circumstances.” Nurse Singh said as she scooped up the towel off of the table, depositing it in a hamper and laying out a new one. On shaky legs Emily stood up and retrieved her skirt and panties from the basket on the front of the table to get dressed.

She gave Rachel a quick nod on her way out the door. Out in the hall she kept her eyes on the floor, not making eye contact with anyone. She knew that she wasn’t fooling anyone, but at least she wouldn’t have to see their knowing looks.

Next time, she promised herself, she was getting unlocked.