"The bastard - I'm going to make him pay for this!" Fiona muttered.

"Don't be silly. He has us over the barrel of a gun, and always will. You've just got to grit your teeth and get it over and done with."

"She's right you know." Jeanette said, rubbing her bottom. "God that hurt!"

"Yes and there's more to come." said Sarah. "I don't know if I can take any more."

"You have to." said Jeanette. "He's a bloody pervert isn't he? He loves all that humiliation. You try not to show it but its so hard not to. And on top of it that damn carpet beater. That really stung. You were brave to stand up for Sarah, Helen."

"Stupid you mean. That nearly killed me."

"Look, we'd better do as he says, he's probably waiting outside." With that Jeanette pulled her tights up and removed her bra. The others complied with their orders, and then they draped themselves over the table, spreading their legs and putting their hands on the top of their heads. Just in time! The door opened, and they heard a quiet laugh. Then it closed once more and the nurses were left to wait for Stevens to return.

The wait was awful. Helen tried not to think about what was going to happen, but she dreaded the sound of the door opening and Stevens entering. She felt very exposed now that her tights were off, even though there was nothing he hadn't already seen. She had felt so degraded sitting there with her legs spread for his pleasure. And then he had licked her! Just to show the power he had over them. How had she ever got herself into this mess?

She heard the door open. Stevens was saying "So here they are. What a lovely sight - four naughty little girls halfway through a good hard spanking." Helen heard a laugh and another voice said

"I hope you're getting a record of this." Oh God, there was somebody else in the room! Someone else was seeing her like this!

Stevens said "Oh yes, I've got a couple of video cameras linked up. It wasn't cheap, but it'll be worth it. I'll run you off a copy if you like." Helen felt herself grow cold all over. They were being filmed! That meant that anyone could see her getting her bottom smacked. And spreading her legs. She heard Fiona groan, and then she recognised the other voice. It was Steve Jones, the nursing tutor, and a man not well liked by his female underlings. Helen recalled Fiona having a number of run-ins with him. He was also in charge of all new appointments - now she had no chance of getting a job here.

Footsteps approached and Helen tensed as a hand stroked her bottom. She heard Steve Jones say "Well Fiona, you're not so high and mighty now are you?" and then Crack! Fiona squealed in response.

Bringing Jones in had been a masterstroke, Stevens mused. He was a nasty little man, who knew he was not liked, and he moved down the line goading and fondling and slapping the helpless nurses.

"Mr Jones will conduct the next part of the punishment. Twelve hard strokes of the tawse." Stevens announced.

"Stand up please ladies." Jones ordered. The nurses struggled to their feet, and stood facing their new tormentor, hands on heads, breasts jutting forward, completely exposed. Stevens had constructed a "Whipping post" - basically a horizontal wooden slat supported by two vertical ones, and this was to be the site of their tawsing.

"Snooty Sarah first, I think." Jones said. Sarah stepped forward and draped herself over the post, trembling slightly. With her bottom raised high in the air, Jones straightened and spread her legs exposing her gaping pussy. He then inserted two fingers into her vagina and placed his thumb over her anus. Slowly he pushed it into her hole. Sarah squealed and tried to wriggle away - to no avail. He had entered where nothing had ever gone before, and Sarah wept with shame. Stevens glanced at the other nurses faces and smiled smugly at their looks of horror. They knew it was to be them next.

Satisfied, Jones removed his hand and picked up the tawse. Stevens was impressed by his technique as he brought the leather strap down methodically onto Sarah's waiting bottom. It was a nice change for Stevens to be able to walk around the room watching her pert breasts dangling and swaying, her face respond to the tawse, and tears run down her cheeks. He loved the way her legs kicked at every stroke, exposing herself further to his stare.

Helen was next on the post, fully naked now apart from her shoes. She had magnificently large breasts, firm and up tilting, and her bushy pale pussy showed she was a natural blonde. Stevens and Jones had to drag her over the post against her struggles, with Helen pleading "Please don't touch me down there!" She finally settled with the threat of extra strokes, and Jones took his time probing her fanny before casually inserting his index finger deep into her anus. Helen screamed and sobbed as he moved it around inside her. The tawsing that followed was hard and fast, the twelve strokes lasting no longer than twenty seconds. Helens squeals merged into one large yelp and she struggled lewdly. When it was over she collapsed to the floor sobbing deeply.

Jeanette was next, her legs and bottom encased in the sheer material of her tights. At last, Stevens thought to himself, she had a worried look on her face. Once she was in position, Stevens took a pair of scissors and cut a hole in the gusset of the tights, exposing her spread pussy lips and anus. Jones played with her clitoris at first, gradually bringing involuntary moans from Jeanette, and as she became wetter, he spread her juices over her anus, teasing her with his fingers. She started to wriggle slightly and as his fingers gradually penetrated she let out a whimper of pleasure and shame. Jones thrust his finger in and out of her bottom and Jeanette responded by writhing backwards and forwards. Her groans became louder and more desperate as he inserted another and then a third finger, spreading her anus taut. Then she came in great shuddering sobs and let out a groan of pure embarrassment. Why had she reacted so?

Stevens couldn't believe his eyes- she'd actually come! He and Jones exchanged broad grins. Jeanette was in no state for the tawsing that followed and she kicked and writhed and screamed as the leather strap reddened her bottom and thighs. At last, a proper reaction to her beating. Stevens pulled her head back by her hair so he could see the response on her face, the grimaces and yelps and desperate attempts to hold back her tears. She was obviously in pain and having orgasmed at her probing, utterly humiliated. How she didn't cry was beyond him. He determined to change that during her caning.

Before that though, there was still Fiona to deal with. It was obvious that Jones hated her as much as Stevens did, and was determined to teach her a lesson. He approached her as she stood waiting, fully naked except for her hold-up stockings, hands on head, breasts jutting forward, and cupped her mounds in his hands, juggling them slowly. Then his hand strayed to her vagina and round to her bottom, before he circled around her and, pressing his obvious erection against her arse, tweaked her nipples hard. Fiona's face during this was a joy to behold. She was so proud normally that it was wonderful to find so many ways to humiliate her, and her pain threshold was so low that anything they did brought tears to her eyes.

When he was satisfied, Jones pushed her towards to whipping post. Stevens watched from the other side as Fiona struggled over it, her big white breasts wobbling downwards. Jones took his time spreading her legs, and ran his hands up the inner aspect of her thighs until he reached her pussy, eliciting yet another groan as he fingered her cunt. He took his time, knowing that Fiona was hating every moment, and waiting nervously for him to enter her arse. Instead, he took up the tawse and aimed a searing stroke to her waiting globes.

The shot took Fiona completely by surprise and she let out a loud scream, kicking her right leg out. This exposed her left thigh and the tawse wrapped itself around its inner aspect, leaving a broad red line. The third stroke hit the returning right thigh as Fiona desperately tried to wriggle out of the way, and the fourth seared across the meat of her backside, rippling her flesh satisfyingly. "You were right." Jones told Stevens, "She can't take it very well can she?"

He brought the next two strokes down in quick succession and laughed as Fiona tried, but failed to suppress another shriek.

After the first six strokes, Jones ran his hands down Fiona's right leg. When he reached her ankle, he grasped it and raised it level with her bottom. He quickly brought down three strokes of the tawse on the sole of her foot, holding it still as she tried to pull it free. He let go and went for the left foot, catching Fiona as she tried to climb off the post. Another three strokes brought anguished squeals and Fiona collapsed back onto the wooden bar sobbing.

Jones turned to the other nurses. "Dr Stevens tells me that you have all had to take harsher punishment because of Fiona. Now is your chance for revenge. You will each give her six hard strokes of the tawse. If any of the strokes are not hard enough, then you too will receive six extra strokes. Do you understand?" The nurses nodded meekly.

Fiona was already feeling completely desperate when she heard Stevens speech, and she only just stopped herself pleading for mercy. This was worst of all. Now she was going to be whipped by the very people she had been leading, who had looked up at her. Now they would be looking down at her raw red bottom and her spread legs, and having witnessed her humiliating beatings, they would be beating her themselves!

Fiona could feel herself trembling as Jones announced that Jeanette would be the first to go. Oh wretched body letting her down again! She heard the now familiar swish through the air and then felt the hideous impact in the middle of her bottom. Just as the pain started to ease, the second stroke arrived just above the first one, and added to the hurting. Jeanette certainly wasn't easing up and the next four strokes were measured and harsh. Fiona found herself blinking away more tears and trying vainly to control her sobbing.

Sarah was next, and she was less measured and accurate. Fiona had managed not to scream as Jeanette had beaten her, but a couple of misplaced shots onto her pussy robbed her of even that small ambition. As the last stroke seared down her right thigh she let out a piercing scream of anger and distress. Finally, Helen. Fiona looked back over her shoulder to see her looming above her, tawse raised aloft, a determined look on her face. She saw Helens arm drop and then yelped as the tawse bit into her again and then again and again, three swift hard strokes. Helen was reaping her revenge for all the humiliation heaped on her because of Fiona, but understanding was of no help to her as she writhed her bottom lewdly in response. The last three strokes were probably the hardest she had received, and her answering cries the loudest, most despairing she had howled.

Finally it was over! But the, oh God! She remembered just as Jones had reached her spread pussy. She felt him draw his finger along her labia, and then over the skin to her anus. Slowly, so that she could feel every bit if it, he pushed his finger inside her. Fiona knew it was a way of demonstrating his mastery over her, but the unpleasant sensation, adding to the humiliation, demolished all barriers she tried to put up. Every movement made her aware of where his finger was, whether it was her tensing or Jones playing. Then she heard Stevens laughingly tell Jones to let the others have a go. He slowly removed his finger and told Helen to do what he had been doing.

"No! You can't do this to me." Fiona heard herself shout, and she tried to push herself up. Heavy hands stopped her and she felt Helens hand on her bottom. Then, without lubrication, her finger entered. Oh God, that was painful. Jones made Helen keep it there for a short while and then the finger was removed. Jones called Sarah over, and the process repeated. Finally Jones said "Jeanette, you're last."

Jeanette looked down at Fiona who was weeping freely. She didn't want to put her finger up Fiona's bum, but she had no choice. She remembered how she had felt when Jones had done it to her. It had been awful, but at the same time incredibly arousing. She blushed furiously as she remembered the intensity of her orgasm.

The others hadn't wanted to touch Fiona's pussy, so their dry fingers had hurt her. Jeanette was more considerate and wet her finger with Fiona's juices before entering her. The sensation was strange - different but similar to fingering a vagina. Jeanette was ashamed to realise she was quite enjoying it, despite Fiona's obvious distress.

Finally Fiona was instructed to stand up. As she got to her feet, she kept her eyes fixed on the ground, unable to look at her colleagues. Each of the nurses stood a little away from each other, looking forlorn. Sarah and Fiona were in just their stockings, Helen was fully naked apart from her shoes and Jeanette wore her now cut tights and shoes. Stevens decided to take charge again. It was time for the cane.

He decided to cane them in pairs, Helen and Sarah first, and in two separate sessions of six strokes each. The two blondes were told to climb onto the settee, and then bend over the back, with their hands on the floor. Although this gave him rather a high target, it raised the nurses backsides perfectly, and with their legs spread, exposed them fully once more. Stevens circled the settee with Jones to see how their breasts dangled down and then took up his position. He raised the cane and brought a scything vertical shot onto Sarah's left buttock. She screamed and brought her hands up to protect her backside.

"Put those hands down!" Stevens ordered, and as she obeyed, the cane left its biting imprint on her right cheek. Helen was next and the cane bit deep into her ample bottom. "Oh, oh, ooh." Helen moaned, then "Aargh!" as it found the opposite cheek. Stevens stood back to admire the four vertical lines burning on the girls bottoms. Both were sobbing and already whimpering in anticipation of the next stroke.

Stevens did not disappoint. Each nurse received another two vertical cuts to their buttocks and both begged for him to stop, pleading that they couldn't take any more. They yelled loudly and tensed and untensed their cheeks in an attempt to dissipate the pain. Stevens wasn't going to let up. His next two strokes caused Sarah to practically jump off the settee and Helens final two brought shrill shrieks followed by hearty sobs. Stevens left them for a couple of minutes, watching the nurses naked bodies shudder and listening to their crying. Then he instructed Jeanette and Fiona to swap places.

The nurses flopped over the edge of the settee and Stevens parted their thighs until their inner legs met. He withdrew a coil of rope from his pocket and tied their ankles together. Then he pulled Jeanette's shoes off so that both nurses were in their stocking feet. He knew that Fiona was panicking from her whimpers and trembling, but he also thought he could detect similar signs in Jeanette, and exalted at the thought. Jones moved around the settee to watch the reaction on the nurses' faces, and no doubt enjoy the sight of their breasts wobbling in response to the strokes.

Stevens raised the cane, and then brought it sharply down. It sang through the air and with a loud crack embedded itself into Jeanette's soft mounds. She let out a high pitched whimper of distress and flinched in anticipation of the next stroke. That came just as she relaxed and cut high onto her right buttock. She squealed in agony and kicked her right leg, pulling Fiona's upwards. Fiona had started to cry before the cane touched her, and her first stroke brought a loud, prolonged shriek. The second, a scorching shot caused Fiona to emit inarticulate groaning sounds and try in vain to climb off the settee.

By now it was obvious that Jeanette was whimpering loudly and Stevens brought the cane down with all his strength, a diagonal cut to both buttocks. Jeanette let out a loud long yell, followed by a sob and Jones pulled her head back to reveal tears streaming down her face. Finally they had got to her. An opposing diagonal stroke brought even more distress. Fiona's next two strokes were also diagonal, and both were telling. She had lost the ability to articulate, and her whimpering sobs were punctuated with loud screams. Stevens gave each of them their last two strokes quickly and then left them miserably bending over the settee as he and Jones shared another whisky.

It was now time for the finale, and Stevens approached the end of the nurses' punishment with some regret that it would soon be over. He had enjoyed his evening of power enormously and reflected that it would probably be the only time in his life that he ever did such a thing. He had to make sure that he finished the job with panache. Stevens pondered for a while on how he could best achieve this. Then he remembered how turned on he was by the rope tying Jeanette and Fiona together. He had his answer!

Jeanette was first. Stevens pulled the still sobbing nurse over to the window. He tied a length of cord around her waist and then brought the loose end down between her bum cheeks and tightly up between her pink pussy lips. Jeanette gasped as the rope burnt into her crotch. She was then pulled over the back of a dining chair and her hands tied to one of the wooden slats below the seat. Her legs were spread and tied to the left and right chair legs respectively leaving her totally at his mercy. He gave her a quick slap to emphasise the point.

Helen was next and to her distress, she too was given an excruciatingly tight crotch rope. She was ordered to lay in front of the whipping post and grasp each end of the horizontal slat with her hands. Her wrists were then quickly tied to the vertical slats. Next Stevens and Jones raised one leg each and secured them to ledges on the upper part of the vertical posts. The apparatus was stable and therefore Helen hung with her bottom in the air and her legs spread wide. The final touch was a rope from the horizontal slat pulling tightly on the crotch rope. She groaned loudly as her body weight forced the cord further into her sore cunt.

Sarah had been watching shocked as her friends allowed themselves to be tied up. But she realised that none of them really had a choice, and acquiesced as Stevens pulled her to the table. "Is it nearly over?" she heard herself whimper, and in a rare moment of kindness Stevens nodded. Then, as her crotch rope was yanked tight, she remembered with a shock that they had once been quite friendly on the wards. Those days seemed a long time ago.

Sarah was made to lay face down on the table, the cold surface stiffening her nipples. She was tied spread-eagled, a limb to each table leg, and a couple of cushions were pushed under her hips to raise her bottom. She tested the ropes and found she could barely move an inch. Now Stevens could do exactly what he liked to her. She had begun to tremble again.

Fiona was last and Stevens dragged her roughly to her feet by her hair. "Put your hands on the back of your head." he ordered. This thrust her large breasts forwards and he gleefully entwined the rope tightly around each mound until only half of her breasts were visible, discolouring slightly. Fiona was crying yet again and then squealed as he twisted her nipples harshly. Next came the crotch rope, as tight as he could make it, and then Fiona's arms were tied behind her back, forearm to forearm. Lastly her legs were spread and tied to the foot of each side of the settee and she was pushed forward onto her front. This had two effects, first to further compress her breasts against the floor, secondly to raise her bottom to the perfect position.

As the nurses lay in their various poses Stevens threw open his curtains. He knew that in the block opposite lived "The Weasel", one of the hospital porters and a man renowned as a peeping tom. The nurses obviously knew this too, as each of them groaned. Stevens laughed. The old bugger's eyes must be popping out! He still had one final trick up his sleeve though. He proceeded to blindfold each of the nurses, so that none of them would know when their strokes were going to land.

Stevens and Jones walked among them for five minutes. Jones had picked up the tawse and both of them swished their implements from time to time, enjoying the anticipatory whimpers of the girls. They took plenty of time to fondle whoever they were nearest to and tug their crotch ropes. Helen in particular was in some distress even before the cane had fallen.

Once the two men had satisfied themselves, Jones nodded to Stevens. Stevens moved quietly towards Jeanette and brought the cane down hard. It embedded itself deep in her cheeks and then sprung free as Jeanette howled in response. She tried to pull away but found herself tightly held by the ropes. Jones was standing next to Sarah and quickly followed with a harsh stroke of the tawse to her bottom. She squealed and pulled at her bonds.

Both Fiona and Helen had started to whimper, anticipating that it was to be their turn next. Stevens made them wait, enjoying their moans and groans. He had a wonderful view of Helens spread vagina, the crotch rope parting her labia. He raised the cane and swished it down her ample bottom with a crack. Helen yelled and swung slightly from side to side, aggravating her crotch rope and eliciting a number of mewling whimpers. Jones moved to Fiona and brought down a cracking blow to the top of her waiting bottom. A harsh cry told him she had felt that one!

Stevens moved quickly over to Fiona, and giving her no time to recover, slashed the cane down onto the bright band left by the tawse. She jerked and shrieked loudly with the pain and surprise. Jones' tawse bit into Helens waiting backside moments later and then, keeping up the momentum, Stevens caned the prostrate Sarah whilst Jones tawsed Jeanette.

After the first set of strokes, the nurses were again made to wait, sobbing and whimpering whenever the men swished their implements near them. This time Stevens and Jones tried to make their strokes as simultaneous as possible, Stevens caning first Helen, then Fiona, then Sarah and finally Jeanette. He caned them hard and their answering cries told him of his success. The tawse only added to their distress.

Sevens moved back to Helen, and admired his bondage handiwork. Not bad for a beginner he told himself! Given the previous vertical strokes, Helens bottom now showed a grid-like pattern of angry marks. She was sobbing and he could see tears falling from behind her blindfold. At that moment she sensed his presence and gave a despairing whimper, tensing her bottom. He allowed her to relax a little, enjoying the way the crotch rope bisected her bushy pale pussy. Then he brought the cane down onto the junction between her bottom and thighs. CRACK! Followed by "Nooooooo!" as the pain seared into her bottom. Whilst watching its effect he heard the tawse smack down and recognised Fiona's anguished howl.

He moved to her next, sobbing and whimpering on the floor, no longer the haughty nemesis she'd been. He caned her with considerable force, watching her cheeks ripple and hearing yet another despairing squeal. He looked forward to seeing her on the ward tomorrow. Behind him he heard Sarah yelp as the tawse bit her bottom.

Sarah was next for his attentions. She lay spread-eagled on the table, and the cushions pushing her bottom up exposed her shaved pussy lips. It was these little personal details that he would remember. She had the nicest figure of the lot of them, especially her firm pert bottom, and the cane bit avidly into it, springing back to leave a white line slowly turning red. SPLAT! The sound of the tawse merged with Sarah's howl and was followed by Jeanette's plaintive cry.

She was fully broken now, sobbing as much as the others. Tears fell onto the chair she was tied to, and her legs bent and straightened as if trying to shake away the pain. Stevens waited until they were straight and then caned her across the middle of her thighs. Her whole body tensed and she emitted a piercing shriek. Helens howl joined it moments later in a duet of pain and misery.

Fiona lay with her face pressed on the carpet, painfully aware of her raised bottom. Her breasts ached from the combined pressure of the ropes and her body weight, and her bonds left her totally helpless. She could feel her tears trickling down her cheeks, and felt the cold air on her spread vagina. She heard herself whimpering and then, before she could prepare herself, the swish of the cane through the air. This was the worst of all, a biting, stinging line that slowly spread all over her bottom. She screamed again and prayed that it would be over soon.

For Stevens the opposite was true. He and Jones continued their caning and tawsing until only one stroke of each was left. The nurses had long since reached their limits of tolerance, and he knew that these would have to be the last strokes.

He chose Sarah first, lying spread-eagled on the table. He raised the cane and WHOPP! It bit into her pert bottom. Sarah jerked and squealed, pulling at her bonds before collapsing once more. Stevens turned to Jones, who stood next to Helen. He brought the tawse down hard onto her pussy and her whole face contorted with anguish. The momentum swung her slightly, pulling harder at her crotch rope, and she let out a huge sob.

Stevens chose Jeanette next. She whimpered as he approached, and tensed her bottom in anticipation of the rod. Instead he stroked her vagina, slipping his fingers into her wetness and she sobbed at the humiliation. He gave her a couple of playful slaps, and took up the cane, picking his spot with precision - the sensitive area between her bum and thighs. Jeanette jerked and let out a long low moan as the pain spread. This was followed by a gulping sob. Meanwhile Jones had positioned himself behind Fiona. Whilst Stevens had been caning Jeanette, he had been licking her private parts and taunting her about the stroke to come. It was delivered hard to her exposed pussy lips and she collapsed onto her side moaning incoherently. Jones dragged her back into position.

With Jeanette and Sarah caned, Stevens moved onto Helen. He had fancied her from the first time they'd met and exalted at the sight of her glorious naked body. Realising that time was short he bent down and fondled her breasts pulling and squeezing and tweaking her nipples. They were perfect. Then he moved down her body and, pulling the crotch rope to one side, licked her pinkness for the last time. His fingers probed her intimately and he enjoyed her corresponding moans. Only when he was satisfied did he pick up the cane and bring down a searing blow on her waiting nates. Helen screamed loudly and then swung jerkily from side to side, whimpering. She would remember this for a long time.

As Stevens enjoyed the sight of Helens distress, Jones climbed onto the table and knelt over Sarah. He brought the tawse down vertically between her parted legs and it slapped hard into her pussy, taking her breath away in a high pitched gasp. She tried desperately to move her body, in an attempt to dissipate the pain, but her bonds restricted her. She lay gulping great sobs of despair.

Now each man had reached their last stroke. Stevens indicated to Jones that he should tawse Jeanette first. He reached in his pocket and brought out a pair of scissors, and began to trim Fiona's pussy whilst he watched, despite her pleas to stop. Jones raised the tawse and brought it splatting down between Jeanette's thighs. She squealed and almost overturned herself and the chair in her desperation to avoid the pain. Once she had steadied herself she lay limply over the chair, crying her heart out.

Stevens took his time. He had guessed that Fiona was proud of her bushy pussy and her reaction proved him right. Of course, given her position, it was impossible to do a good job, but he snipped happily away until her pubes were trimmed down. Only then did he stand up.

"You are one of the most arrogant women I have ever met." he told her. "You are rude and cocky, and worst of all a common thief. Well you can't get away with that, you haughty little miss. That's why you've been treated like this. Just remember what I have on you. It won't go away. If you ever treat me like dirt again I'll make sure people know about what went on tonight. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir." Fiona whispered in reply, and Stevens smiled happily to himself. Still, the last stroke was going to be a scorcher. He brought the cane down with as much force as he could muster and it sank deep into her cheeks before springing sharply back. Fiona let out an animal scream and again fell onto her side. This time Stevens left her there, sobbing.

It must have been a good ten minutes before the nurses sobbing subsided. As soon as the caning was over their blindfolds were removed, but they were left where they were whilst Stevens and Jones enjoyed another drink. When they had finished, Jones whispered something in Stevens ear and Stevens nodded vigorously, smiling.

They untied the nurses, who were still in an abject state. One by one they stood up, rubbing their bottoms and staring at the floor, heads low. Stevens instructed Jeanette, Sarah and Fiona to remove their stockings or tights and put their shoes back on. Then he made all four naked nurses stand in front of the window, with their hands on the back of their heads, elbows pulled back. Thus they presented their bodies to anyone who looked out of their own windows.

Stevens and Jones stood behind them. In front of Stevens stood Helen and Fiona. Both their bottoms were bruising nicely, the red glow fading. "Spread your legs girls" he said and they obeyed him instantly. Jones had a grandstand view of Sarah and Jeanette, their bottoms in a similar state.

"Well girls" said Stevens, "your punishment is nearly over, and that saddens me. You really have been delightful. When I dismiss you you shall put your uniforms on and leave. I will keep your underwear, stockings and tights as a souvenir." Their reflections in the window afforded him a great "full frontal" view, and he saw them grimace at this. "Now for the last part of this punishment you will all stand still. If any one of you moves, you will each receive another six strokes of the cane. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir." the nurses replied in unison.

"Right, as I've said, Mr Jones and myself have enjoyed ourselves enormously, and you've provided us with a night to remember for the rest of our lives. You are all very sexy and we are both very aroused. We can't let you go without showing you our appreciation."

With that both men unzipped their flies, pulled out their erect penises and began to masturbate. The nurses faces were a picture of horror and dismay. Fiona opened her mouth to protest, but thought better of it and closed it with a mournful sigh.

Stevens didn't need long. After a short masturbation he felt the familiar sensation of release and his hot come splashed out onto first Helens and then Fiona's back, dripping down onto their punished bottoms. Stevens watched the dismayed, humiliated expressions on their faces and turned to see Jones come over the equally distraught Sarah and Jeanette. Jones' output was amazing and he still had enough sperm left to move round to the front and shed the rest of his load over Fiona's chest and belly. Stevens joined him and saw that a splash of his come had hit Fiona's once proud face. Jones was happily rubbing his sperm into her breasts, and Stevens took some of it and rubbed it onto the other nurses. All of them had started to cry at the shame.

"Turn around, keeping your poses." Stevens ordered. He wanted the video camera to pick up their expressions and see the come on Fiona's chest. When he was satisfied he said "You can go now." The nurses quickly pulled their uniforms on and as he opened the door, filed hurriedly past him, heads down, avoiding his eyes.

As he re-entered the room he saw Jones replacing his penis and with a shock realised that his too was still hanging out. Jones grinned sheepishly. "Got to be going old man. Thanks for a smashing evening. Send us a copy of the video eh?" Stevens said he would and let him out. Then he settled back into the settee over which he had caned all four nurses earlier, and sipping at a malt whiskey, thought about what he was going to say to them on the wards tomorrow.