Sarah Porter's Schooldays

Chapter 3. In which Sarah undergoes a physical

Sarah hurried as best she could out of the room and after her handler. She was still struggling a little with the heels and Miss Harper was moving so fast. She had to take very fast mincing, almost running, steps to catch up to her. As she caught up to the older girl she slowed down and began to walk at a more comfortable pace. Every now and then she took a slight misstep but she was definitely getting used to the new shoes.

"You walk two steps behind me and slightly to my left Porter. That is your position. Keep to it and I don't have to worry where you are. If I have to look for you, ever, you will regret it."

"Yes Miss Harper," Sarah breathlessly replied.

As she settled into a more normal speed and a more natural gait she realised it was anything but normal. The high heels of the shoes caused her to swing her hips a little more than usual and she could feel her skirt swish around the backs of her thighs with each step. It was also causing her breasts to move much more than normal, though Sarah was sure the lack of a proper bra was exacerbating that. As her nipples incessantly brushed against the stiff fabric of her blouse she felt them harden slightly and then fully tighten. It happened so quickly she didn't even have a chance to fight it.

Sarah almost stopped to try and arrest the motion of her blouse against her now rock hard nipples. She snuck a glimpse at her chest and was horrified to see the perfect outline of her nipple and areola through the white blouse, it was like someone had just draped tracing paper over her breasts. The movement was constant, each step brought a slight tensing of the blouse. She knew that as long as she was moving, her nipples had no chance of going down. Her face was so hot she felt like she had a fever.

So focused was Sarah on her predicament that she bumped into Harper when she stopped, pushing her right breast into the prefect's elbow.

"Porter, what the fuck. Another infraction. We'll add that when we log you in the dorm. Now get inside the fucking office. You have to have a physical, then I have to give you a tour and there is no way you are making me miss my late supper. Move it."

Sarah stepped past her handler and into the office. It was a very clinical room: white tiled floor, white walls with medical charts and blazing white halogen bulbs lighting the entire room amazingly brightly.

The only piece of furniture in the room was a strange table with weird metal legs protruding from it. Sarah felt she had seen something like it before but couldn't quite place it. It was obviously something medical. The young girl started to tremble. She had always hated the doctor and almost fainted at just the idea of a needle. But she tried to calm herself down, telling herself she was probably just here so the nurse could make sure she had no allergies and stuff like that.

She had only just finished her quick scan of the room when a door on the far side opened. Sarah just had time to come to attention and get her eyes forward, but she still managed to get a glimpse of what was no doubt the school nurse. She was beautiful, Sarah could tell that from the split second look she had, that plain white nurses pinafore could not disguise the voluptuous body beneath.

"Right Harper, you can wait in my office, make yourself comfortable. This won't take long, I don't really wish to lose too much of my Sunday night." The woman spoke with such authority, it was not what Sarah had expected from a nurse.

"Thanks Miss Sharp," bubbled Harper as she almost skipped across the room.

"Right Porter, you are here for your physical exam and medical history. I am thorough but I will not dawdle through it so pay attention as I am not in the habit of repeating myself."

"Y...yes Ma'am," stammered the frightened teenager.

"Undress, place your clothes in the far corner," commanded the stern nurse, dismissively indicating the empty corner behind Sarah as she walked out the far door.

Sarah froze, and risked a glance at the back of the nurse as she disappeared through the door. She had only been clothed for maybe five minutes and she was already expected to once again lose that protection. As meagre as her uniform was the time she had already spent naked had made her truly thankful for it.

Sarah snapped herself out of her funk and began to undress. She was alone but it did not make it any easier to remove her clothing. She sniffed back any tears that might possibly start forming and first removed her shoes and socks, one leg at a time, sighing as she stepped out of each high heeled shoe, feeling the relief in her calves as her feet flattened on the cool tile floor. She rolled up each sock and placed it in each shoe. Next she unclipped her tie and placed it on top of her shoes, she realised as she bent down that there was no danger of her clothes getting dirty placed on this floor. It was pristine.

"What do you think you are doing?" boomed Nurse Sharp as she appeared at the door pushing a trolley laden with apparatus.

"Undressing Ma'am," Sarah replied softly, confused and terrified as to what she had done wrong now. Sarah saw Miss Harper appear but she was waved away by the furious nurse.

"I have this Harper. You may be new but ignorance is no defence. Protocol must be followed in all things and the flouting of one rule is a show of disrespect for the whole school, the staff and the other students of the school. Now put those clothes back on and be quick about it."

Sarah hurriedly picked up her tie and fumbled badly as she tried to link the clips into the hoops under her collar. Undress. Get dressed. Sarah was confused beyond belief. Just focus on right now, you can't get bogged down in the past, she told herself. She finally managed to get the tie clipped in, reached for her socks and rolled them back up her legs, then stepped into each shoe and rebuckled the straps. Sarah was a blur of motion as she dressed and stood at attention, waiting to see what she had managed to stuff up now.

"Now Porter, I do realise you are headed for Trinity house, believe me I have seen your kind before, but this does not excuse you from an inability to follow rules and a basic lack of manners. On the contrary it is more important for you than for anyone to get these things right. Don't you agree?"

"Yes Ma'am," replied Sarah. She really did agree though she was sure there was more to what was being said than she could comprehend now. She was tired, flustered and more confused than she had ever been in her life.

"How long ago were you issued your uniform?"
"Um, about ten minutes ago Ma'am."

"About ten minutes? About? You will have to do better than that Porter. There are clocks in every room. Time is an important concept for you. Learn to tell the time and learn to keep time. What is the time now?"

"About five past six Ma'am."
"Fucking, about. You better stop fucking about Porter. You just earned an infraction for wilful disobedience. You don't want too many of those. Now what is the time?"
"Six past six Ma'am," Sarah replied disappointedly. She was really letting herself down. She should have known better, she should have paid more attention to what she was saying. Please Sarah, she begged herself, do better, please.

"I suggest you make sure you know the time you enter a room and the time you leave each room. As I said time is an important concept to grasp, even more so for you Trinnies. Now remember all the way back to 10 minutes ago, remember being issued a uniform. Do you remember the order in which you were issued your uniform?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Simply reverse the order for undressing. Now be quick about it. And Porter don’t just throw the clothes in the corner. You fold them neatly. Well don’t just stand there, I told you to move.”

Sarah flew into motion. She unclipped her tie and placed it on the cool tiles in the corner then furiously began to unbutton her blouse. The whole time she was fumbling with her buttons she could not take her eyes off her nipples pushing against her white blouse, creating tiny dark circles under the white material. She shrugged out of her blouse, turning the tight sleeves inside out as they clung to her arms, arching her back as she did so, forcing her breasts to become even more prominent.

Sarah did not stop for a moment, quickly folding her blouse and then unclipping her skirt, folding that and adding it to the pile. She almost began to pull the straps of her bra off her shoulders before remembering that it clipped in front. She really did have to admit it was a great little item. She would happily wear it all the time if only she could have a t-shirt and jumper over the top. She unclipped her bra and slid the straps down her arms, immediately feeling the loss of support for her breasts.

After placing the bra on the pile she slipped her fingers in the strap of her panties and slid them down her legs. Sarah was so used to folding her panties when she took them off but she always wore full briefs, she didn't own anything else. This g-string however simply rolled up as they went down her legs and once she stepped out of them they almost folded in on themselves. She hurriedly dropped them on the pile, once again feeling the full vulnerability of being naked, her sex able to be seen peeking through her thighs each time she bent over, as she now did to unbuckle and remove her heels and slide her socks off, placing them in her shoes.

The whole process had taken just over a minute. Sarah didn't think she had ever undressed as quickly as that. She almost jumped back up to attention, desperate not to anger this beautiful nurse again. She knew she was imposing on people, on their Sunday night and she so wished she had not stopped off for some sightseeing after her plane landed this morning.

"Finally, we can start. Every student has a full medical workup prior to being admitted to the general school. We don't want any nasty surprises with allergies or any pre-existing medical conditions now do we?"

"No Ma'am," replied the docile teen.

"That was a rhetorical question Porter. That means it is a question that does not require an answer, it is simply posed to make you think. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am," replied the thoroughly humiliated young girl.

She knew what rhetorical meant, but what if she got it wrong and got in trouble for not answering. Even though she felt horrible that someone thought she was stupid it was better than having someone angry at her. She had always been a girl who did her best and tried her hardest and she hated letting people down.

"See you got that right, that was a question directly to you. Good girl."

Even though it was humiliating to be praised like a child stacking blocks, Sarah felt a tiny flush of pleasure inside at pleasing someone and finally having someone happy with her.

"First things first, lets get your file up."

The nurse picked up a small scanner, reached out and tugged gently at the tag dangling from Sarah's left ear. The beep caused Sarah to close her eyes in shame, reminded of the tag she now wore like a farm animal. Her chest and face flushed in embarrassment. One saving grace, thought Sarah, was that maybe the heat from the blush would help her still hard nipples to soften.

"Oh my, you already have eight infractions," exclaimed nurse Sharp. "Adding the one you earned in here and you are going to have a very busy form session in the morning. But let's get on shall we. First what we need to do is take your vitals and perform an extended physical. You will be moving around quite a lot so there is no need to be at attention during the examination, but don't take advantage by slouching like a tramp," explained the nurse as she placed a rough plastic cuff around Sarah's left bicep.

"Arm out straight."

An apprehensive Sarah straightened her arm as the band was tightened and pumped up. With relief she realised she was just having her blood pressure taken. The pressure was soon relieved and the band removed from her arm. Sarah knew she didn't have to be at attention but she wasn't sure what would be considered 'slouching'. She simply put her arms at her side but otherwise stayed standing straight. She made sure not to touch her hips with her hands as it only reminded her how vulnerable and exposed she was in her nudity.

It was so difficult for the young girl to keep her hands at her side. With every moment that passed it became harder and harder to fight the urge to cover her body, one hand across her sex and the other hiding her breasts. She was afraid to move but the feeling of vulnerability was starting to become an obsession.

She let her eyes dart to the trolley that the nurse was returning to. Other than the laptop, Sarah could not really tell what most of the stuff was, some of it being covered by dimpled white medical paper.

She watched the nurse pick up a small black baton like object with a triangular head. She knew what this was as her doctor had used it on her many times. It shone a little light that they used to look in your ears and mouth. The nurse continued her examination in silence, swiftly checking each ear. She returned to the trolley and came back with the standard wooden tongue depressor.

"Mouth open, say aaah," directed Nurse Sharp.

Now the examination had begun she was all business. Her manner was brisk and efficient and Sarah hoped that this would mean the examination would be quick and professional so she could get her uniform back on. Even though this was another woman and she was a medical professional, she still felt terribly uncomfortable being naked in front of her.

"Aaaaaurrrgh," Sarah gagged as the thin piece of wood was placed far back in her mouth and caused her to step back away from the invading object, almost retching in the process.

"Get back here now. What are you some kind of fucking baby. Fucking atrocious behaviour. Move again and I will secure that mouth open," boomed the irate nurse.

She glared at Sarah as she stepped forward again, straightened her back and reopened her mouth. The young girl was terrified now. She had not meant to react that way, it was just so unexpected. She had never had anything shoved so far back in her throat before. She was sure she would do better now that she was ready for it, but she fervently hoped it would not go in as far this time.

The nurse continued to glare at the trembling teen, her head tilted back slightly and her mouth wide open but still with a straight back and in a position almost at attention. The older woman noticed that even though she had relaxed her stance somewhat, with her hands at her sides now, balled into fists, she had still kept her legs shoulder width apart. Maybe she would do ok after all, the nurse thought to herself, though nine infractions accrued in a few hours was very high.

Sarah tensed as she watched wide-eyed as the nurse placed the depressor in her mouth again. She was dismayed to feel it go as far back as before and as it was pressed down against her tongue she tried her best to vocalise.

"Aaaaah," said Sarah as her throat tensed as the nurse shone the small light in her mouth and she fought back the urge to push the nurse away to get this foreign object out of her mouth. As the depressor was removed Sarah gagged slightly, making a choking sound.

"Aaah, what Porter," questioned nurse Sharp. She had decided she would have a little fun with this girl. After all she was giving up her Sunday evening for this.

"Aaaah, Ma'am?" replied Sarah questioningly.

Surely she hadn't been expected to say that. She held her breath as she waited for another tirade or infraction to be added to her list. But the nurse simply moved back to the trolley and clicked away at the laptop.

Sarah watched as her medical chart was filled. She couldn't help but admire the physique of the nurse. She looked like one of those pinup girls from the 50s, curves in all the right places and a bouncy bob of beautiful, thick blonde hair.

With two steps the nurse was back leaning over Sarah, very close. She reached in to her face and pulled open Sarah's right eyelid, causing her to stare, unable to close her eyes.

"Look straight ahead," demanded the nurse. Sarah did as she was told as the light was shone directly into her eye. "Look left, now right. Up. Down." The nurse spoke the commands with no emotion, as if she was talking to a dog. The process was repeated with her left eye and when the nurse walked away Sarah was left blinking furiously, her entire field of vision filled with burst of amorphous yellow and orange shapes.

Sarah hadn't realised the nurse was back until she felt her warm hands around her throat. The confused teen was startled by this unexpected touch, but it was gentle. Nurse Sharp was pushing softly on the sides of Sarah's neck, up under her ears and following her jaw line down. Gentle pressure but insistent. Sarah started to relax, the soft warm hands a comfort to her.

With almost no space in between the nurse placed a stethoscope to the bewildered teen’s chest. Sarah jumped slightly as the cold metal head was placed against her left breast. Almost instantly Sarah's nipples rehardened. She felt her breasts move slightly as her nipples tightened and perceptibly moved upwards. She dared a glance at the face of Nurse Sharp and saw an eyebrow raise in question. Oh god, the horrified teen thought to herself, now she thinks I am some kind of pervert or lesbian or something.

"Breathe in and out slowly until I tell you to stop, full deep breaths," directed the nurse.

Sarah breathed in as deeply and slowly as she could, then let the breath out the same way. She continued this as the nurse moved the head of the stethoscope from breast to breast, high on her chest and low, at one point the stethoscope head and the nurse’s hand lay nestled underneath Sarah’s breast.  She then moved around behind her and moved the stethoscope around her back in the same manner.

Sarah then felt the hands of the nurse on her back. They were warm and smooth and she relaxed at the comforting touch. She felt a sharp tap on her back, then another. This was repeated a number of times before the nurse moved back in front of her.

Sarah was still breathing in and out slowly. She was not sure how long she could keep it up as she was getting a little lightheaded. She was then shocked to feel the hands of the nurse on her breasts. The tapping started again, first her left breast then her right. With each tap her breast jiggled and rippled with the force. Sarah tried to tell herself not to be bothered but she had never, ever had another person touch her bare breasts. She hadn't been to the doctor for an exam since they had started to develop. She felt it was wrong but it wasn't like it was sexual. It was medical. She tried to tell herself to stop being silly.

Finally the nurse moved back to the trolley, clicked away at the laptop and then placed a compact glass set of scales on the floor in front of her.

"You can stop the deep breathing now. Step up on the scale and stand still."

Sarah was grateful for being told to stop the deep breaths. She had started to feel quite dizzy. She hadn't eaten anything since lunch and breathing like that was almost too much. She stepped up on the scales, placed her feet together and stood stock still. It was a strange sensation to feel her thighs touching. She hadn't been really aware of it too much before but it only deepened the sense of exposure she had been feeling while standing with her legs so far apart.

"Step off. You could lose a kilo or two but the BMI will tell us more," stated the nurse.

Sarah was a little annoyed. She was slim, always had been. It wasn't that she exercised that much, or dieted. She just watched what she ate. She definitely didn't need to lose any weight.

Sarah's side, just above her hip, was pinched by a pair of plastic callipers, then again at her belly, just beside her bellybutton. Then she felt a tape measure being placed around her waist, above her hips, and then again around her hips across her pubis. She felt the nurses hands scrape across her downy pubic hair and groaned inwardly at the intimate touch. Her naked body was being poked and prodded like a slab of unfeeling meat and she just couldn't accept that this was alright, that it was normal.

"Over against the wall and face out. Heels, buttocks, back and head flush against the wall."

Sarah quickly stepped across the room, noticing thin blacks marks on the wall marking out a height chart that she hadn't noticed before. The nurse came over and took the measurement and went back to the trolley.

She watched as the nurse turned around with a small camera in her hand. She heard the telltale click as the camera took a number of pictures of her naked form. The poor teen was mortified. Now they had naked pictures of her. She had heard all the stories at school of other girls sending pictures to their boyfriends or even doing stripteases on their webcams but Sarah had never thought of ever doing anything like that. The most she had ever done was dance in front of her mirror, but always clothed. They shouldn't be allowed to take pictures of her naked body. She was just about to open her mouth to protest when the nurse cut her off.

"Right, back in the centre of the room and run on the spot until I tell you to stop."

Sarah moved back to the centre of the room, a little more slowly than before. She did not want to do this. Running naked was not ladylike, not like anything else she had done naked was, bending over and baring her vagina to the world each time she got dressed for instance. She didn't really feel like she had any alternative though. Everything had happened so fast, she had just been swept along on the wave of humiliation and didn't quite know how to get off. She took one deep breath and started to jog on the spot, barely lifting her feet off the floor.

"I said run, not flop around like some terminally ill retard."

Sarah cringed and ran harder. She lifted her feet higher off the ground and moved faster, truly running on the spot. She felt like an idiot but it didn't take her long before she had to focus on her breathing and keeping up the pace, more than how she felt and what she looked like. She may be slim but she was definitely not a fit girl. Her breathing began to be laboured and a thin sheen of sweat broke out all over her body. The bouncing motion of her breasts was keeping her nipples hard enough to cut glass. After only a couple of minutes her speed began to slow and her steps began to falter.

"You are terribly unfit young lady. You should be able to keep that pace up for a good ten minutes. You can stop running and we will see how your heart rate has changed," said the nurse as she advanced once again with the stethoscope. Sarah had stopped running and stood as still as she could to let the nurse get accurate readings. Her chest heaved up and down as she struggled for breath.

"Terribly unfit," the nurse tutted to herself as she listened to Sarah's increased heart rate.

"OK, get up on the table and hang your legs over the end," said the nurse as she entered the latest data into Sarah's medical evaluation.

Sarah trotted over to the strange table and popped up onto the cool leather, dangling her bent legs off the end. She took this opportunity to look at the table in more detail. It looked like a cross between a chair and a table really. She noticed that it had two strange metal protrusions at the end, she was sitting between them and the chair itself could obviously be moved to a full reclining position. It looked kind of like a dentists chair but not really.

Nurse Sharp came over and tapped each knee with a hard little triangular hammer, making each of Sarah's knees jump out from the table. Sarah, smiled to herself. She had often done the same thing with a ruler when she was bored at school. It was kind of fun how your body could do things on its own. Kind of like my nipples, she thought to herself, instantly removing the smile that had brightened her pretty face.

"Now before we move on it's time for a little Q and A. When are you due for your period?"

Sarah thought a little before she answered.

"Towards the end of the month Ma'am."

"Well that's a long period of time Porter, when exactly?"
"Um I am not sure Ma'am. Usually towards the end, maybe the last couple of days."

"Are you telling me you don't keep track of your periods?"

"Um, no Ma'am. I mean yes Ma'am. I do but I just don't..."
"Stop babbling," spat the incredulous nurse. "You obviously have little regard for your body, I find it hard to believe you cannot narrow down your period to more than the 'end of the month'. You may as well have said, sometime each month. Bloody hopeless. Well at least tell me what they are usually like."

Sarah was more confused than before. Did other girls know the exact time each month they would have their period? She was sure hers didn't come the exact same day each month anyway. And she wasn't sure what the question meant now, and she was deathly afraid of giving another stupid answer.

"Um, they are usually not too bad. Only a little painful and I get some cramps and ah my..." Sarah bit her lip as she tried to explain, "my um, my nipples get quite tender Ma'am."

Tears began to well in Sarah's eyes as she heard the nurse sigh, knowing she had once again said the wrong thing. How was it possible she was being so stupid?

"What are your periods like Porter? Heavy days, light days, how long do they last? That is the information I need to know, not the difference you notice when your boyfriend plays with your nipples."

Sarah was mortified. She almost blurted out that she didn't have a boyfriend but she caught herself in time. Instead she thought about the question before answering. She figured it was important if the nurse was asking as part of her medical exam and if she was not truthful it might go bad for her in the future.

"Um I usually have one light day and then a heavy day and than another light day. And usually nothing after that at all Ma'am," Sarah replied, quite confident she had been as accurate and truthful as she could remember.

"Sexual partners?"

Sarah just sat there. She told herself she wasn't even sure that was a question, though she knew deep down it was. She just didn't want to answer it. She should not be ashamed, hell she should actually be proud.

"I am a virgin Ma'am," Sarah said softly, though with a hint of pride in her voice.

"Bloody hell," exclaimed the nurse. She was sure that all teenagers from America were sexually active. The country may pretend to be overly prudish on the surface but all this did was hide the bubbling hotbed of sexual proclivity. Well, this is the first American virgin Trinity house has seen for many a year she thought to herself. Definitely in my tenure.

"Well we will see. Lie back on the chair and put your feet up in the stirrups."

The mention of the words stirrups jogged something in Sarah's brain. She had been so dense. She was sitting in a gynaecologists chair, the weird metal things were stirrups and her feet were supposed to go in them. Her feet were supposed to go in them and they would expose her terribly. Open her sex terribly.

Sarah took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair. As soon as she had done so she realised the stirrups needed to be swung around in front of the chair. She straightened up, swung each stirrup around in front of the chair and lay back. Sarah closed her eyes and talked herself into putting her feet in the stirrups. It's a medical exam, it's a medical exam. She's a nurse, she's a nurse, she repeated to herself.

Her mantra was interrupted as she felt her left foot yanked out and placed in the stirrup. Her eyes flashed open to see the nurse grab her right foot and pull it forcefully outwards and place it in the remaining stirrup. She watched as the nurse pulled her legs further down the stirrups and it was only then Sarah realised they weren't meant for her feet but the backs of her lower calf would rest on them, her feet dangling over the end. The helpless teen watched as the nurse drew a Velcro strap around each ankle, securing her legs firmly into the stirrups.

Sarah groaned in horror as the nurse stepped between her stretched legs and pushed them further apart. She kept pushing until Sarah heard a click from each side. Her legs were now obscenely spread and her knees were pushed back towards her chest creating a splayed M shape. Sarah could feel the air across her vagina and cringed at the sight she knew she must make. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to relax.

Suddenly Sarah jerked her left leg hard. Her foot almost jerked out of the stirrup but it was held firmly in place by the Velcro strap. Her eyes flicked open to see the nurse now moving to her right foot, a small metal wand in her hand. She felt the touch again on her right foot. The nurse gently swished the wand up her foot from heel to toe and Sarah's right leg jerked this time, once again barely moving, her foot tightly bound by the Velcro strap. Sarah kept her eyes fixed on the nurse now, she didn't want any more surprises.

She watched down her body, over the twin mounds of her flattened breasts and heaving stomach as the nurse wheeled a small stool between her legs, watched as Nurse Sharp put on white surgical gloves and watched as she leaned in towards her obscenely spread sex.

Sarah's eyes snapped shut as she felt the gloved fingers prod her the intimate area between her legs, she couldn't watch this. She felt the fingers run across the outside of her lips, rubbing her stubbly pubic hair, then gently push her labia apart. She felt her most private of lips being pulled apart, then she yelped a little when she felt her small inner labia also being manipulated. It was over in moments, the nurse didn't linger, she had a job to do, but the clinical way in which she had been violated left the young girl trembling in fear.

Sarah sighed with relief and wiped the burgeoning tears from her eyes. She opened them in time to see the nurse pick up a weird metal instrument, then proceed to pour a thick, clear syrupy liquid over the two long metal tongues.

Sarah closed her eyes and tensed. She knew what it was, she knew what was going to happen. She began to sob a little, her shoulders jerking and her breasts bouncing gently as she lay back on the leather gynaecological chair.

Her whole body tensed as she waited for the ultimate humiliation. Sarah jumped and jerked her feet in the stirrups when the cold metal touched her delicate labia. With one quick, deft motion nurse Sharp had the speculum inside the trembling teen's vagina. Once fully inserted the nurse opened the tongues, spreading the vagina, and locked them in place. She picked up a small plastic instrument similar to a chopstick but with a flared paddle on the end. With this she prodded the inner walls of Sarah's vagina as the teen squirmed in discomfort.

"Well there you have it," Nurse Sharp said with surprise. "Your hymen is intact and you have a healthy vagina as well. You would be surprised how many girls have problems down here."

Sarah felt odd lying back, totally exposed and having the nurse converse with her in this way. But there was also a little relief. She hadn't spoken for some time and Sarah had been a little afraid that she had thought her a liar when she had mentioned she was a virgin.

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Um," Sarah answered and clammed up. She knew she had to answer but her brain was having a hard time cooperating, preoccupied as it was with going over and over the humiliating position she was in: naked, legs spread, vagina spread open by some infernal piece of metal and then being asked to reveal her most private of acts.

"Now if you tell me you don't masturbate, I will know that you are lying. I want you out of here in ten minutes so hurry up."

"Only about once a week Ma'am," Sarah replied through her sobs.

"And how do you do this," inquired the nurse as she released the tongues of the speculum and removed it from the crying teen’s sex.

"With my fingers Ma'am."
"Never with anything else?"
"No Ma'am," Sarah replied with trepidation as she sniffled her runny nose.

She did not have to volunteer how often she had thought about using her hairbrush and had even inserted it just a little a few times but never actually used it to masturbate, so she didn't tell a lie technically.

Sarah heard the twin tearing sounds of the Velcro straps being undone and her whole body relaxed in relief, sure that this was a sign her ordeal was over.

"Back in the centre of the room," commanded the nurse as she removed the gloves and threw them on the trolley. "Just one more exam and we are finished."

Sarah had managed to get her crying under control before it turned into a full bout of body wracking sobs. The relief that this ordeal was nearly over was enough to calm her down. Medical exam or not this had been the most humiliating experience of her life. How did women go through this all the time, and with male doctors as well? She knew she was just being silly, it was just that the day had been so overwhelming.

"At attention now Porter. We are almost finished and we are now back to normal rules," directed the nurse as she stepped in close behind the defeated teen.

Sarah gritted her teeth as felt the nurses warm hands encircle her left breast. Sarah grunted as Nurse Sharp began to squeeze her breast, from the outside moving inwards and compressing the breast meat until her hands met over her nipples which she squeezed hard between thumb and fingers. She repeated the process again on her left breast and moved around behind the teen to replicate it on the right.

Sarah's mind was whirling. She had put up with a lot but what the hell was this for. She had heard of breast exams and she had done one on herself once though she knew it was not necessary but she was sure this hard squeezing, almost milking motion, was not the way in which they were done. It also hurt and this made her reel a little. Everything else had been degrading but nothing had actually hurt. It was a strange sensation that Sarah found hard to digest.

"No discharge, good," said the nurse to herself as she went back to the trolley and entered the final piece of information into Sarah Porter's medical history.

Discharge? Sarah had no idea what she was talking about. She would have loved to have asked, as far as she knew the only time anything came from the breast was when you were pregnant and then that was normal. Was that a pregnancy test? If so it would have to be one of the most inaccurate in history, Sarah thought to herself. The young girl just stood there at attention staring at the far wall hoping and hoping that her time in this room was at an end.

"Samples and we are done. Open wide." Sarah snapped her mouth wide as Nurse Sharp opened a plastic test tube. The lid had a long cotton-tipped swab attached on its underside. This she used to swab the inside of Sarah's cheeks. She then handed Sarah a small plastic cup with a screw top.

"Fill that to the line and not over and we are done. I can get on with my night, or what is left of it, and you can take up someone else's time."

Sarah took the offered plastic container. She just looked at it, then looked at both doors.

"What are you waiting for? Are you deliberately trying to annoy me Porter?"
"No Ma'am. Um Ma'am please, where is the toilet?" asked the desperate girl.

"Toilet, what are you on about. Fill the cup where you stand. I am not asking you to piss a gallon, just fill the cup. Is that too much to ask?"

"No Ma'am," Sarah replied timidly.

Sarah unscrewed the cap from the small container. She slowly lowered the plastic cup between her legs and moved it tight up against her sex, she needed to move her legs a little wider to do this comfortably. She knew she must look lewd and ridiculous but she had to make sure she didn't spill any on the floor, or God on her hands, it wasn't like she had any control over it after all. She couldn't believe she had been asked to pee right out in the middle of the room, and with another person in the room. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to do it!

Sarah stood in the centre of the sterile white room, holding the cup up between her legs and waited. She had not been to the toilet since lunch, and it had been quite a long taxi ride here but still she couldn't go. She knew she needed to go, she had actually thought of asking Miss Harper on the way if they could stop but she hadn't dared. And now it seemed she had some stage fright. She knew it was just that she was nervous, standing naked in the middle of a room and expected to urinate into a cup.

Sarah desperately wanted to pee. The longer it took the more nervous and agitated she became. Her legs began to tremble a little, the strain from standing with them spread was starting to show. She heard the nurse walk towards her, stopping just behind her back. Sarah could not see her but she could feel her presence. The poor girl began to panic, tensing her muscles trying desperately to pee. She cringed, waiting for the tirade about wasting time that she knew was coming.

"Relax Porter. You will never give me what I want like that. You have 4 minutes to fill that cup and honestly it doesn't take much to fill. So relax and pee like a good girl. But believe me, take more than the allotted time and I will have to obtain the sample through other means," warned the nurse, now speaking directly into Sarah’s left ear, close enough that the movement of warm air had sent shivers down her left side, causing goosebumps to appear along her body.

Instantly Sarah began to pee, she was not sure what had removed that mental block but she thought it most likely it was the involuntary shivers that the nurse had caused with her deliciously warm breath.

The embarrassed teen heard the loud splattering noise as her urine hit the hard plastic bottom of the cup. She felt the splashback as her pee hit the surface with great force. Sarah quickly bent at the waist, hurrying to make sure that she stopped before overfilling the cup. She almost started crying again as she watched the clear cup fill with her dark yellow urine. She watched carefully as her pee neared the line to which she had been told to fill. She clenched her muscles and stopped peeing, just short of the line and removed the cup from her vagina, screwed the top on quickly and handed it out to the nurse, who was still standing close behind her.

"See not so hard, girls like you just need the right motivation. The rule holds true for pretty much everything. Don't you think Porter, it's just a matter of motivation and anything is possible?"

Sarah wasn't entirely sure she was supposed to answer but the flustered teen had already decided that it seemed better to err on the side of caution.

"Yes Ma'am."

Nurse Sharp swapped the cup of Sarah's urine for a tissue, "Wipe yourself and place it in the bin then hurry up and get dressed."

Sarah took the tissue and wiped the few droplets of pee that still clung to the lips of her sex. She hurried around the nurse and popped the tissue in the small bin on the trolley and all but ran over to the corner and started to dress. Now she really did need to pee. She had only let out a tiny amount and starting and then stopping had now made her really feel the need to empty her bladder. She didn't know when she would get a chance but vowed to ask Miss Harper as soon as they were out of the room.

Sarah knew it had not really been that long but it felt like hours since she had been clothed. She could not wait to feel that warm protective feeling she knew her uniform would give her. It was a matter of moments for her socks to be rolled up her legs and her shoes to be on and buckled - now there was something she hadn't missed. The heels were as strange a feeling as ever, the added height and the tense feeling in her calves as they were stretched a little to accommodate the new position would still take quite some getting used to.

She heard the nurse leave the room, wheeling the trolley but she neither turned around nor stopped dressing. She hadn't thought about being obedient or that curiosity was not becoming as she had been told, she was just desperate to be clothed and out on her way.

She hurriedly slipped her panties up her legs, taking time to adjust the straps and making sure the actual material of the panties was covering her sex properly. She wasn't sure she would ever get used to the feeling of these panties, the seamless design and decided lack of material made it feel like she was not wearing anything at all which caused the odd jarring sensation when every now and then a movement would cause the material to shift and she would be reminded that she was indeed wearing them.

One thing she definitely could get used to, she thought, was the new bra. She still intensely disliked how exposed her breasts felt, and she was dreading walking with the blouse on knowing her nipples would get hard again, but the comfort was unbelievable. Once she had adjusted her breasts slightly, just pushing the sides a little with her fingers, they felt like they were cushioned on marshmallows.

As she was clipping her skirt, making sure it sat on her hipbones and not around her waist as she had done the first time, she heard someone come into the room behind her. Sarah hurriedly put her blouse on and buttoned it up and took only seconds to clip on her tie, she was already becoming adept at this action. She scooted back into the centre of the room and stood at attention, spotting both Miss Harper and the nurse looking at her.

"Thanks so much for letting me use your room Miss Sharp. It's fantastic."
"That's ok Clarice. A prefect, a maths champ and a very polite young lady. You can come over anytime you would like to have a chat."
"Oh thanks Miss Sharp," beamed the ecstatic girl.

"Call me Michelle, but just when we are alone, don't want the other girls getting jealous now do we," smiled the voluptuous nurse.

"Haha, sure Michelle. If I may ask, where did you get that brilliant throw."
"Oh that old thing," nurse Sharp answered coyly. "That's from Harrods."
"I knew it," exclaimed Harper. "It is so beautiful."

Sarah could not believe what was going on. She had been pushed and prodded and rushed about like the world was going to end and now here they were just talking away as if they had all the time in the world. And she felt a special hurt when the nurse had talked about being alone. They were treating her as if she wasn't even in the room.

"How did she do Michelle. Please don't tell me I have a problem girl on my hands?"
"No Clarice, she has a clean bill of health. And she's a virgin."

Sarah could have died on the spot. She thought this kind of thing was supposed to be confidential and here it was blabbed to the first possible person. She wasn't ashamed of being a virgin but she knew what girls were like and she hoped and prayed that it wouldn't get used against her.

"O.M.G. Michelle."
"Clarice don't talk like that. Those abbreviations are things I expect to hear from common girls, not from a student of Harkwood."
"Sorry Michelle. It's just wow, that’s not something I expected from a Trinnie."

"Well Clarice every now and then we can be surprised by anything. I have a suspicion that she has not even kissed a boy."
"Wow is that true Porter?"

"Oh Clarice we don't have time for this chit chat really. You pop along and remember, you are welcome anytime."
"Sure Michelle and thanks again. Come on Porter we need to hurry now, I don't want to be at this all night."

Oh now we need to hurry, thought Sarah. Now you have finished your small talk, when it suits you. Sarah got a little angry but immediately regretted it. She needed to remember that thinking like that caused slipups, and she was likely to let it through next time she spoke which would be disastrous.

Sarah turned to follow her handler out the door but was halted in her tracks as the nurse spoke to her.

"Porter, what is the time?"

"Um, I don't know Ma'am," Sarah replied dejectedly. She had forgotten to look at the clock before she left, after she had been specifically advised to.

"Look now Porter and don't forget it. I am too tired to open your file again so get moving."

Sarah glanced at the clock before popping a quick curtsy and scurrying out of the room. It had read 6:48. The examination had taken only 42 minutes. Sarah could have sworn she had been in there for way more than an hour.