The Great Scot: Chapter 3

The story you are about to read is fiction.
Any resemblance to real persons or events is entirely in the perverted mind of the reader.

Melanie led her party of five nude and furiously blushing girls through the corridors without serious incident. Most of the people they encountered were girls their own age in "Lassie" uniforms. Many of them giggled, of course, and made mock-serious remarks about how red certain bottoms were. The few adult women and men they passed usually just smiled and went on, although a few ventured a friendly pat on a passing bottom.

The infirmary was at the far end of the classroom wing and the girls breathed a sigh of relief as Melanie opened the door. The sighs turned to squeals, however, as the sole occupant of the room turned out to be a boy who appeared to be in his mid teens sitting behind a reception desk. The girls instinctively covered their private parts and did a little dance as they tried to hide behind each other.

Megan cried out in dismay, "What's that BOY doing here? He shouldn't be looking at us! Get him out of here."

Melanie glared at Megan. "Quiet, all of you!" She turned to the boy behind the desk. "I'm sorry, Mr. Abbott, I wasn't expecting you here today or I would have warned the girls. Where is Stephanie?"

The boy smiled and stood up. Standing, he towered over Melanie and the other girls. Tami estimated his height at 6-2 or 6-3 and he looked like a junior version of Mr. McNab. "Now, Mel," he said calmly, "You are a Senior Girl now and you don't have to 'mister' me any more.

Just call me Walter, OK? I'm not a real adult anyway."

"Stephanie had a daycare problem and she asked me to fill in for her."

Walter looked with amusement at the blushing girls. "I better step outside for a few minutes while you brief the newbies. I need to visit the plumber anyway."

Melanie sighed and smiled tremulously. "Thank you, Mist... err... Walter. I should have asked before I brought them here. It's my fault, really, Sir."

Walter chuckled and ruffled her hair gently. "No problem, Mel. I am used to that kind of reaction. You're doing just fine." He gave her a hug and an affectionate pat on the bottom and left the room.

Tami looked at the expression on Melanie's face and realized that the older girl had a major crush on young Walter. For some reason she could not explain, Tami found this disturbing.

Melanie was all business as soon as the door closed behind Walter. "The gentleman who just left the room is Mister Walter Abbott. He is sixteen years old and will be going to UW as an advanced placement premed student in the fall. He is already a fully qualified EMT and he shares staffing duties in the infirmary with Mrs. Stephanie Braddock, who is an RN. He is to be treated as a full adult and a staff member at all times. He has full authority to give you orders and punish you as he sees fit. And I can tell you that he can give a very thorough spanking."

Heather looked surprised, "But you said you were twenty-seven and he is only sixteen. How can HE have the authority to spank YOU? Or us, either."

Melanie looked annoyed. "Because we are NOT adults. We are girls . . . children. If I was an adult I wouldn't be here and neither would you. We are here because we are immature for our calendar ages and need structure and discipline. If it helps, think of yourselves as eight-year olds and I am your thirteen year old baby sitter. I am older and more mature than you are, but not yet an adult. I can spank you but I can, and do, get spanked myself if I mess up. Clear?"

There were nods from the group but some were obviously still hazy on the concept.

Melanie continued, "Now let me give you the briefing I should have given you before we left your dorm room. You are all first-year girls or 'babies' as we call it here. When you get your uniforms you will get a pink hair ribbon. Second, third and fourth year girls wear red, blue and green hair ribbons. Right now the important thing is that the only girls who can give you orders and spank you legally are the ones wearing green ribbons and the green armband like mine. We are called Senior Girls and there are only six of us here."

"Senior Girls are to be addressed as 'Miss' or 'Ma'am' as you prefer. Other girls are addressed by their first names. Anybody in the mansion or the store who is not wearing the Lassie uniform is an adult and is to be addressed as Mister, Ms or Miss at all times. We will talk about the store uniforms later. Any adult has the power to punish any girl on the spot if he or she decides it is warranted. You must accept the punishment at the time, but if you feel it was unjust, you may complain to me or to one of the teachers or counselors later."

"Now we are going to go through your initial medical examination. You will cooperate fully with Mr. Abbott at all times." Melanie looked sternly at each girl in turn. "If Mr. Abbott finds too much fault with your behaviour, he may decide that *I* need a spanking as well. Now you might find that amusing at the time, but you will sure not find it funny once we are back in your dorm room."

As if on cue, Walter came back into the room. He checked a stack of clipboards on the desk and called out Tami's name.

"Here, Sir," Tami piped up, raising her hand. "OK, Tami, come on up here." Walter picked up a large green magic marker. As Tami stood in front of him, he calmly drew a large "T" on her bare tummy and said, "turn around."

Tami turned around obediently. He drew something on her right buttock cheek and told her to turn around again. The other girls tittered and Tami blushed. "What is that for?" she asked in annoyance.

Walter grinned. "Just something so I can tell you girls apart. I have never seen you before and I don't want to get the paperwork messed up."

A little voice in Tami's head said, "let it go," but Tami's bratty nature surged to the fore. "Well, if your attention span is THAT short, I guess you have to do SOMETHING."

There was shocked silence in the room and Melanie's face turned almost sheet-white as she tried to repress her anger. Walter laughed and sat down on the edge of the desk, taking Tami by the wrist as he sat. "Well, Mel, this one has spunk, you've gotta give her that."

Tami wailed forlornly as Walter pulled her firmly across his knees and placed his left hand firmly on her back. For the first time, she noticed how large his hands were. In a second she realized how strong his arms were as his huge right paw descended on her bare bottom. "CRACK".

That first spank with his bare hand was harder than any of the whacks she had gotten from Melanie's paddle and Tami realized, too late, that her mouth had gotten her into BIG trouble once again. Walter spanked her slowly and methodically, covering every inch of her rapidly reddening bottom and thighs, allowing just enough time between spanks for a partial recovery before the next swat.

Tami had never been over a man's knees for a spanking since puberty and the sensation was painful, but exciting at the same time. The feel of her tender tummy skin against the rough texture of his khaki pants was almost sexual - hell, it WAS sexual. She could feel his member rise and press against her navel and stomach as the spanking continued and that was new and exciting, too. When he paused between spanks and rubbed or patted her burning bottom cheeks - that was almost unbearable.

But this was, after all a spanking, and Tami's pain became worse and worse until it seemed to dominate the universe. She had yelped and squealed with the first few smacks, but as it continued, the yelps turned into wrenching sobs and her frantically kicking legs fell limply to the floor as she lay sobbing across the boy's knees.

Finally Walter stopped spanking and lifted her to her feet. He took a handful of tissues from a box on the desk and held them up to her streaming nose. "OK, now blow." he said kindly.

Tami blew her nose vigorously and was rewarded by a smile and a "good girl." He took some more tissues and carefully wiped off her tearstained cheeks. Then he handed her a clipboard and pointed to some chairs against the wall. "Just have a seat, while I take care of the other girls."

Tami gave him a tearstained half-smile and he patted her sore bottom gently, giving her a quick hug. Tami walked slowly over to the chairs and, picking out what looked like the softest one, lowered her flaming bottom into it with a quickly repressed yelp of pain. Walter turned toward the other girls. "Megan, come up here."

One at a time, the other four girls accepted their clipboards and allowed their initials to be drawn onto their bare bodies without a single comment. Walter turned to Melanie. I think the situation is under control, Mel. hy don't you go grab some lunch while I finish the paperwork. Doctor Higgins will be here at 1:15 and I want all the preliminaries out of the way."

Melanie glanced at the five girls sitting obediently in their chairs, even the one who was still squirming a bit. Yes, Walter, I think you have matters well in hand." She smiled brightly at him and left the room.

Walter addressed the five girls. "Now, you each have a personal medical history form in front of you. I want you to fill it out as best you can remember. If you have a question about an item put a question mark beside it and we will talk about it after the doctor gets here." He paused and grinned. "Hmmm. I guess none of you has a pen or pencil on you do you?"

The five nude girls giggled, even Tami. "OK - here are some pencils. Please print clearly and be as neat as you can. I will you call you up one at a time to do the measurements and that stuff. Tami, you come up first. Leave your clipboard on your chair; you won't need it for this part."

Tami followed Walter dutifully to the other side of the room. The other girls were working on their clipboards, but watching closely at the same time. Walter had her stand on the scale and recorded her height and weight. Then she sat in a chair as he took her blood pressure. "Hmmm 98 over 65 - very good." His hand on her wrist as he took her pulse felt good and she smiled. But the smile turned to a frown as he reached onto the equipment table and > drew on a rubber glove.

OK. Tami, hop up on the table and get on your hands and knees. It's temperature time."

Tami cringed, "You don't mean that!! Please say you don't meant that!!"

"Yes, I do, little girl. Rectal temperature is the rule here." There was dead silence as the four pencils on the other side of the room paused. "Unless you'd rather be over my knee while your temperature is taken." Nervous giggles from the other girls.

Confusion roared through Tami's head. NOBODY does rectal temperatures any more except for babies! But Melanie said we ARE babies! No that's just a silly label the older girls use. What can I do? This is SO embarrassing!! But he has already seen everything and spanked me, too. But putting his finger into me??? I can't let him do that!! But I don't want another spanking!!! What can I say?? What can I do??

Well - lesser of two evils, I guess, but I don't want to be up on that table with my ass sticking up for all the world to see. "Uh, could I lie over your lap, Sir?" DAMN - I actually SAID it!!!

"Certainly, little one." He chucked her under the chin. "Don't worry, I will be gentle."

Walter sat down in the straight chair, drew the thermometer tray within easy reach and patted his lap. Tami screwed up her courage and slowly leaned over his knees and allowed herself to drop into place. Walter took a firm, but gentle grip on her slender waist and rubbed her still-red bottom reassuringly. Tami moaned a little but stayed in place.

Walter centered Tami firmly over his left knee, drew her legs apart slightly and placed his own right leg between them to keep them apart. She squirmed a little, but settled in place after a sharp spank on her upturned bottom. He took a gob of Vaseline onto his gloved finger and carefully pulled apart her cheeks to bring her little anal sphincter into clear view. Moving slowly and gently, he massaged the gel into and around the opening, working it slowly into her rectum. Tami moaned softly and squirmed a little as the finger moved deeper.

Withdrawing his finger, he lubricated the thermometer and slid it gently into her rectum with a minimum amount of force. Once it was firmly seated, he cupped his hand over her bottom to ensure that the little tube did not slide out, carefully cradling the thermometer end between two fingers. Her little involuntary movements sometimes made the thermometer slide out a little and he gave it a little tap now and then to seat it firmly.

After five minutes, he withdrew the thermometer, wiped it off and read it. "98.4 - very good." Dropping the used thermometer into a jar of alcohol, he cleaned Tami's bottom thoroughly with tissues and released her legs. Tami continued to lie over his lap, almost dreamily, until he gave her a light smack on the bottom. "OK, kitten. Time to get up now."

Startled alert, Tami blushed crimson and scrambled to her feet. In a way she was sorry that it was over. The sensation of Walter's hand gently probing her most intimate areas had been one she had never experienced with any man or boy. She thought to herself - "God, I wish he was ten years older."

Each of the other girls in turn went through the examination ritual. Caroline and Heather opted for the over-the-lap method for their temperature-taking. Megan decided to climb onto the table and on her hands and knees. Jennifer, however, was the last to go through and balked at the whole process.

"You can't make me do this, you pervert," she wailed. "I won't let you touch me that way!"

Walter sighed, sat down in the chair again and flipped Jennifer over his lap.

He spanked her long and hard until she was blubbering like a five-year old and begging for mercy. When she was totally limp, he took her temperature, read the thermometer and informed her that it would have to be done over again after the rest of the examination, since the spanking had elevated it too much for it to be accurate.

Shortly after Jennifer's spanking, the doctor arrived and commenced the rest of the physical exam. Tami went through the whole exam in something of a daze. She could see that Walter was at the doctor's side throughout, even during the gynecological portion - which she had always hated. Somehow, the fact that Walter was observing and assisting - even touching her most intimate parts at times, was more comforting than threatening. She hardly noticed the doctor or the other girls the whole afternoon.

By 4:30, the entire medical examination was over, including Jennifer's second rectal temperature taking. She accepted it with ill grace, but did not require another spanking. Melanie appeared to take charge of the group again. It was a very subdued and chastened group of girls who followed her down the seemingly endless corridors to their dorm room.

As they entered the room, Melanie giggled and said, "Guess what, kids? You actually get to dress for dinner!." There were more groans than giggles at this feeble witticism, but they did visibly brighten.

Find out what happens next in The Great Scot: Part IV - Dinner and Entertainment

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