Betty's punishment

Betty pleaded with Matron to stop the enema punishment.

‘Please, Matron, I’m going to burst!’

‘Nonsense, you silly girl. You can take a lot more of the cleansing fluid yet. And once we’re done, we’ll grease that naughty back passage and fit the plug. Then you’ll be bound and gagged and left for the rest of the afternoon to contemplate your sinful ways.’

But pretty, buxom Betty continued to moan and so Matron called Nurse Phillips away from her duties with another naughty, heavily bosomed beauty (who was already tightly secured in her pretty undies in the punishment seat and pleading desperately into her fat penis gag as the vibrators fitted to the seat buzzed away at full power inside her sex and arse). 

‘Betty’s panties are on the toilet lid. Use them as a gag. Seal them in place with the surgical tape.’

The very beautiful Nurse Phillips smiled and performed a bob curtsey.

‘No, please….please!’ Betty begged, as the thick, creamy fluid continued to flow into her back passage and fill her tormented bowels.

Nurse Phillips stood nearly six feet tall in her demanding stiletto heeled courts shoes of shiny white leather. Her white uniform dress was very short and tight, revealing with the frilled edges of her panties and providing a detailed and arousing view of perfectly shaped legs sealed in sheer white nylon pantyhose. Her large bosom always seemed about to burst the buttons of the dress and a number of the girls had terrible crushes on her, including the very lovely Betty. 

With a mincing feminine delicacy, Nurse Phillips, her sky blue eyes filled with cruel mischief, her strawberry blonde hair bound in a tight bun beneath a cute cap, picked up the pink, white poka-dotted panties from the top of the nearby toilet and then positioned herself so that she was facing away from Betty and the tormented young woman was staring directly at her large, shapely bottom.

Then, in an act of supremely cruel provocation, Nurse Phillips quite deliberately dropped the panties on the floor and, with her nyloned legs held tightly together, bent forward to pick them up. Betty watched, eyes wide with anguish and a terrible, helpless desire as the skirt of the white dress rose up over Nurse Phillips’ backside to reveal, outlined by sheer nylon and her own tight panties, the exquisite, plump orbs of her splendid buttocks. 

‘OOhhhhh!’ Betty moaned, as the Matron pushed the rubber enema tube deeper into her tormented arsehole and as the lovely nurse wiggled her scented bottom cruelly only twelve or so inches from the sweat soaked face of the luscious teenage beauty.

Nurse Phillips then slowly drew to her high heeled feet, the still warm panties in hand, and turned to face a wickedly tormented Betty.
‘Please,’ poor Betty whimpered, ‘don’t gag me with those…not my panties!’

In response, Nurse Phillips very firmly grasped Betty’s nostrils and pressed them painfully together, forcing the prone beauty to gasp for breath and thus create an opportunity to stuff the panties – gusset first – deep into her mouth. 

‘MMMppphhhhh!’ poor Betty protested, as Nurse Phillips took up the roll of thick, wide surgical tape and began – to Betty’s utter horror – winding the wide, sticky material over her mouth and around her head, thus sealing the panties very tightly in place. 

‘Ok, good,’ Matron said. ‘I have just about finished here. Help me fit the plug, then we can tie her up.’

Betty continued to squeal and struggle as Nurse Phillips covered the tip of the plug in a layer of lubricating gel and then, smiling cruelly, Matron eased the enema tube from her pretty captive’s arsehole. And no sooner was the tube removed, than Nurse Phillips stepped forward, pulled Betty’s gorgeously plump buttock cheeks apart and forced the phallic head of the plug deep into her already tormented back passage.

‘MMMMMpppphhhhhhhh!’ the poor beauty squealed in a much higher register as the plug was secured with a wicked determination.
‘Now the ropes.’

Betty whimpered and shook her head in terror, clearly in some considerable discomfort, as Matron and Nurse Phillips began the process of placing the young beauty in tight, disciplining bondage, using thick white cording to lash her nylon sheathed ankles, thighs and thighs together with expert and cruel precision. Then her arms were secured behind her back, bound with equal, taut rigour at her wrists, elbows and shoulders.

As she was tied, the pressure on her strained, bloated bowel increased and tears of pain and fear began to pour from her pretty, honey brown eyes. 

‘Imagine if we took the plug out now – it would be like a volcanic eruption!’

Matron’s sadistic joke induced a girlish giggle from the astonishing Nurse Phillips. 

‘Now the hog-tie; then fit the punishment hood.’

Nurse Phillips obliged with a smile: taking up a further length of the strong, white rope, tying one end to the rope binding Betty’s black nylon sheathed ankles tightly together and then pulling up her legs by the ankles and securing the other end of the additional rope to the rope binding her crossed wrists, and thus pulling the unfortunate and very pretty creature into a demanding and painful hogtie that added to her general discomfort.

Once secured, the hogtie was tested by an obviously aroused Matron. Watching Nurse Phillips take up the black, latex rubber punishment hood, she gently stroked poor Betty’s ample, exposed buttocks and pressed teasingly on the head of the tightly fitted anal plug, inspiring more loud squeals of protest and outrage.

Poor Betty’s eyes widened with a deeper, darker terror as Nurse Phillips stepped forward with the hood: eyeless and mouthless, with just two small holes close together that were designed to fit over the wearer’s nostrils and provide air. 

‘MMMMpppphhhhhh!’ Betty squealed, shaking her head furiously.

But resistance was utterly futile. Demonstrating considerable strength, Nurse Phillips grabbed Betty roughly by her hair and told her very firmly to hold still. Shocked by the pain of nearly having her lovely hair pulled out by its roots, poor Betty obeyed and the gorgeous, buxom nurse began to work the perverse, sinister hood over her head, ensuring an exact second skin fit that ensured she was much more effectively silenced, hardly able to hear and completely unable see.

‘Excellent!’ Matron exclaimed. ‘Now fit Jenny’s hood. Then we can retire to my room for the rest of the afternoon for a little….relaxation.

Jenny, a very buxom brunette, also stripped to her undies (yet also minus her panties) and already very tightly bound and penis gagged, sat upright in the “punishment chair”, a long legged stool whose seat was fitted with two long, thick vibrators that slipped neatly into the arse and cunt of any unfortunate who was positioned upon it. Panty-less and already tormented by the presence of the buzzing dark intruders, she had been positioned so that she was forced to observe her gorgeous, tethered body in the full length bathroom mirror. Yet, thanks to the hood, she too was soon lost in a soundless, voiceless darkness, her ample body assaulted by the steady, deeply arousing vibrations of the phallic intruders.

And this was how the two very naughty girls were left, helpless and tormented, and just as punishment for running down a corridor instead of demonstrating the mandatory ladies wiggle mince, left moaning and struggling while Matron and Nurse Phillips made an intense and quite exhausting love for more than two and a half hours.

(Story credit Christina Shelly)