Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Nurse/Prize
As you walked to the infirmary, you cross paths with a little crestfallen boy rubbing his butt. Before you could ask, he sees you and quickly produces a hall pass, showing you he has permission to be out during classes.
“Did you go to the nurse?” you asked the boy, making sure the pass is authentic. The boy appears to be in fifth grade, so it’s unlikely he’s cunning enough to falsify a pass, but you can never be too sure.
The boy just nodded, his face still down.
“Are you better now? Going back to class?” you again asked, wondering if perhaps you should take the boy back to the nurse if he’s still feeling bad.
The boy again just nodded, grabbing the pass you offered him and continue on his way without comment. Well, if he felt well enough to go to class, you found no reason to keep him, besides you really want to find the nurse alone in order to cash in your prize.
You take a moment to ponder why you are so excited about taking the nurse to bed, after all she’s a year older than you (you checked her file), and your previous interactions with her have shown she’s got quite an abrasive personality. It could be that she really does look like a teenager, but the way she made fun of you when you meet her also left you with the desire to show her who’s the boss. And the way her reaction changed when she almost begged you not to make her pregnant, you really wanted to see that cute face of hers once more.
The door to the infirmary was open, so you entered without knocking. The nurse was bending down over a small cooler in the corner, where temperature-sensitive medicines were kept, her lab coat covering her butt, but you could still admire how toned it was. In fact, you found no reason to just admire it. You walked in, trying not to make a sound, and in a quick movement both your hands were fondling her behind.
“Hey!” she screamed, getting up and turning around, her hand ready to slap whoever had dared, but you were also ready and quickly got out of reach, “what do you—” her anger melted off her face when she realized it was you, “Oh! if it isn’t my primary breeding stud,” she said in a sardonic manner.
“That’s not very nice.” you said, really not digging her attitude.
“What, is Mr. pedophile more of your liking?”
“You should rethink you attitude if you really want my help in your little research project,” you said, really thinking if the opportunity to inseminate a kindergartener was worth suffering her aggravations.
“Yes, about that…” she said, her devilish smile making a return to her face, “you’re going to have some competition,”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well… I may have convinced some teachers that the procedure would benefit both boys and girls… and they were more than willing to send in the boys as well… so soon all those little bastards are going to start squirting in their beds, and I bet you their classmates won’t be far behind.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal!” you complaint. In fact the thought of the preteen boys and girls experimenting and making a baby without either one knowing was very hot, and you doubted they would claim too many wombs over you, still, “that’s going to give me a nightmare if the boys start raping girls.”
“Now who’s using bad language?” she replied, “and I thought you would appreciate the extra opportunities to handle out punishments.”
“Or I could just go to the headmaster and tell him you tried to promote sexual acts between minors, let’s see how he reacts to that.”
Finally the smile left her face, replaced by a honest look of worry, “C’mon! I’m just teasing you! I thought we agreed to be together against this town!” she said, standing up and walking up to you, fluttering her eyes.
“So you didn’t mess with the boys?” you asked, marveling at how she could make herself so sexy on a whim.
“Well… I actually did… I just couldn’t let the opportunity slip. Imagine how much better my research would look if I manage to incite fertility on both prepubescent females and males,” and there it was, that was the cute face that you wanted to see.
“It will still increase my workload,” you said, wrapping your arms around her and grabbing her ass to bring her closer, “so I think we need to renegotiate our deal,” Andrea’s cheeks started gaining color, and you realized this was exactly why you couldn’t wait to get into her panties, even if her normal attitude was obnoxious, when she showed that frailty underneath she really was irresistible.
“Well… I guess… but…” she squirmed a bit in your arms, not really trying to get away, but preventing your lips from finding hers, “I have a… a patient coming… so we can’t… right now,” you squeezed her ass one last time before forcing your lips on her, and were delighted to feel her body relax on your arms. The way this girl responded to your advances she really appeared to be a teenager.
“You’re not getting away this time,” you said, your hands already lifting her skirt.
“I’m not… there really is a patient… I have to give them the treatment —Ahh!—” she gave a little scream as your hand finally touched her panties, “Please… just let me finish with them and… and then we can—” your lips interrupted her once more, and again she made no effort to stop you.
In a display of will you haven’t considered, she took advantage that your hands were moving up her sides to push you away, leaving you both panting.
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy the process,” she said, keeping you at a hand’s length, “so just watch from there,” she said, pointing to the beds, covered by the sliding curtains, “after I finish… I’ll give you your payment.”
You looked back at the infirmary door, still open. You could just close it and take your way with the nurse, but you did have curiosity to see exactly what she did to the students.