Debbie Pearson

Debbie had seen Stephen enter the building that morning, catching a glimpse of him in the security monitor. She had popped her head out of the door behind the reception counter only for an instance, to see if she had been correct. Although she was pretty sure that it was Stephen, she had checked the name on the form as the copy had come through to her office.

Although Stephen had not known it, Debbie was well aware of Stephen at school. She had seen him, like many others, look at her surreptitiously. She had always been aware of her good looks and had adopted an attitude, like many other very pretty girls, of aloofness. Her attitude had quickly distanced her from much of the unwanted male attention she had been subject to at school.

She had first noticed Stephen looking at her while she had been outside in the school quadrangle. His attentions had been remote and unthreatening, never even coming close to where she had been standing or sitting talking to her girlfriends. Normally she would have not given him another thought had it not been for his exceptional good looks and his respectful attitude. She had carefully enquired as to who he was, but had been careful not to draw attention to her interest in him.

It had been the annual sports day that had really brought him to her attention. She had been walking past the field changing rooms. These were brick outbuildings that were situated right on the edge of the sports field. They were designed to accommodate equipment that would be needed during a football or baseball game or for a player to change kit during a game for one reason or another.

As she walked past an open door she had seen Stephen dressed only in a jock strap, standing next to his locker. She had stopped for a brief moment and admired his slim physique, before moving quickly on to meet her friends and watch the athletics competition. She knew he had not seen her as he had searched for clothing in his locker.

The visual image of his almost naked body had stayed with her and she had often wondered what had become of him. She had read in the newspapers last year how his parents had been killed in an automobile crash. She had had an impulse to send him her condolences, but had not known his address or if perhaps he would remember who she was.

Now he was in her charge, sentenced to be soundly strapped by the duty sergeant. She knew she was already sexually excited by the prospect, but equally she felt sorry for the boy.

Debbie had taken the job a year ago. She had since school always wanted to pursue a worthwhile profession although she did not need to ever earn a living. Her parents were one of the richest families in the state. They had indulged their daughter and had been pleased that, rather than become a lazy socialite, she had taken up nursing. They had furnished with her own private and luxurious house, beautifully situated in the best area of the city and had given her an income that would have been the envy of even the most successful businessman. To look after her needs, her mother had insisted that she kept the family's two most trusted and discreet Filipino maids.

Her introduction to the center had been by one of the nurses she had worked with in the hospital operating theatre. The nurse had recognised her skill at monitoring the vital signs of patients and had got her an interview at the centre. Her first introduction to the work of the center had been a severe cultural shock, but to her own surprise she had guiltily felt an incredible sexual delight as she had watched a boy being soundly beaten with the regulation punishment strap.

As her first year had progressed, she had delighted in jointly subjugating offenders to humiliation and embarrassment. The better looking the young boys were, the more pleasure she had derived from her part in their punishment. She could not have denied her delight at having Stephen under her control or her sexual interest in him. She had felt a thrill run through her body as Althea had whispered to her after bringing him in to the examination room. The young receptionist's voice had been excited and urgent.

"He hasn't got a girlfriend… never really had one…and get this… he's a virgin. Can you believe that an absolute, lily-white, never been touched nineteen year old… VIRGIN."

Debbie smiled as she thought of Althea… the girl was incorrigible. She had invited Althea to her home, for a weekend by the pool. Several of the nurses regularly came over each weekend and on this occasion Althea had arrived and had immediately gone up to one of the pretty blonde nurses. Jane, who was a slender girl, was lying upon a sun bed wearing a bikini. Althea had whispered to her and then kissed her on the lips before untying the bottom of her bikini. Debbie had been amused, but not surprised, as Althea had taken off her glasses and laid between the girl's slender legs, immediately pressing her lips to the girl's vagina. As Debbie had approached them, somewhat taken aback; Althea had turned her head and without a hint of embarrassment said to her: "Hi Debbie, be with you as soon as I try this out… found a new way to lick clit."

It had not taken long before Althea had worked her impish charm upon Debbie. She had been a little taken aback and surprised at her own sexual feelings as they had lain together one afternoon. Debbie had succumbed to Althea's advances, letting the slender young girl, gently stroke her breasts, almost absent mindedly, as they had talked and lounged by the pool. Debbie realised that the girl was an expert in the way she seemed to know exactly where and when to touch to elicit the greatest sensation. Debbie had allowed the young girl's fingers to roam over her body… and in no time she realised that her body was being brought to a violent and satisfying orgasm by the lips and slender fingers of the young nymph.

Althea had become a permanent weekend guest, as had most of the staff from the center. It was not just that they were all friends, but also because they could discuss the center and their feelings freely without outsiders. On the occasions when there were guests, other than those from the center, everyone had found the atmosphere rather strained and the conversation guarded. So it had become a weekend retreat for center staff only; all of them, enjoying the luxurious lifestyle of their friend without jealousy or resentment at her personal wealth or privileged upbringing.

Debbie was delighted to have met Stephen again… and under these circumstances, her mind raced with the almost limitless possibilities. His body was even better than she had remembered it… and now that she was able to examine him at her leisure she was delighted that his penis and testicles were better developed than she had thought they would be. She loved the look of the boys when they had been shaved and the delicious feel of their smoothly shaven genitalia.

She could not remember exactly when during the day that she had decided that she was not going to let him go. Although she was still uncertain about how exactly she would go about possessing the boy, she realised that that was exactly what she wanted to do: possess him, have total control over him.

Debbie looked down on the naked boy, admiring every contour of his body as she stood back before turning her head towards the center principle.

"He will be alright soon. I think it's a combination of all that he's been through so far, but he will be ready in a few minutes, I am just going to have one of the nurses measure him and I will get her to adjust the stock. You said that we have visitors; anyone I know?"

Tricia nodded. "Yes the judges from the court. I think you already know Constance… and probably some of the others. I think there will be a full house today… with him being… er good looking and all. Word seems to get around somehow!"

Debbie watched as Patricia Hodge left the room and then turned her attention back to the boy. She watched one of the nurses begin to measure him, taking the tape carefully to various points of his body.

There was always a certain excitement among the nurses as offenders were nearing their time of their punishment, but today there seemed to be some mixed feelings. Where as normally there was a sexual vindictiveness in the handling of young male offenders: the girls usually delighting in teasing the unfortunate miscreant with jibes such as, holding his erect penis firmly and saying "Bet this is not so cocky when you feel the strap on your bottom." On this occasion they had felt differently about the timid young boy, even before they had read the transcript of the trial.

Debbie looked at Stephen as he began to stir back into consciousness. She had made up her mind that she would treat him efficiently and clinically, if there became an opportunity to help him through it in anyway then she would try.

It would be a different matter, once he had completed his punishment; then she would do her best to afford him every comfort.

She moved towards him and helped the nurses release him from the stirrups, taking the wedge from under him as they placed his feet on the floor. They waited for him to recover; one of the pretty dark haired nurses stroked his cheek, feeling the blood racing to his face as he once more became aware of his situation.