Paynton Academy is a private school. It recently changed hands, and philosophies. A new atmosphere of strictest discipline has been instituted, largely at the behest of the parents of it's student body. Ms. Jennings is the new school nurse. She is also Vice-Principal in charge of Discipline. Charles is a young man in the seventh grade with a tendency towards sneakiness and laziness. He recently transferred in from a very lenient public school where his grades were appallingly low. So low that he is repeating the grade.

Charles hadn't opened a book all weekend. He knew that Ms. Miller, the history teacher, always gave quizzes on Tuesdays, so he figured he'd study Monday night He was a bright kid, and usually only needed to read through the material once to get it well enough for a "C". Monday after school, two of his buddies invited him to sneak out with them and go watch the high school football game. He barely got back to his dorm before lights out. He forgot all about "Millstone's" dumb quiz. He remembered during math class. He also remembered what his Dad had told him during their last phone call, that if he got any more failing grades, his parents were going to be REALLY upset. Oh boy, what to do? All he needed was an extra day to study. The old "sick routine" had always worked before. He raised his hand.

"Yes, Charles?" His math teacher, Mr. Bennett, acknowledged him. "Uhhh, I don't feel so good, like maybe I'm gonna barf. May I be excused? I wanna go lie down."

"Charles, I'm concerned about you. You've been ill several times over the past few weeks. We have a new school nurse, and I'd like her to take a look at you." He bent over his desk, writing out a note. He sealed it in an envelope. "Here, I want you to take this note up to the nurse. You're excused from class."

Oh, MAN! Charles thought to himself. I don't wanna go see some dumb ol' nurse. Oh well, soshe'd make him stick out his tongue and swallow some aspirin. Big deal. At least he'd get out of that test. He reported to the office. The secretary took his note, and told him to have a seat in the nurse's office. He sat there for a long time. Finally, she walked in. She had the note from his teacher, and a file folder in her hands.

She stood over him for a few seconds, then said, "So, young man, this note from your teacher says that you're not feeling well and have asked to be excused from class. I am Ms. Jennings, the new school nurse. Come over here and let's have a look at you. Get undressed and hop up on the exam table." Charles looked at her in disbelief. "I said get undressed, that means all of it, off they go every stitch, right now my boy." Slowly, he did as he was told. She paused to snap on a pair of latex exam gloves.

"That's better." The stethoscope felt like an ice cube. " Now, deep breath yes I know that's cold, quit being such a baby. Again. Hmm lungs sound clear, let me take a look in your eyes. Any pain in your ears?" She grasped his ear, painfully pinching it while wiggling it around as she peered inside with the light. "Open wide, say "Ahhhh"" She very nearly gagged him with the tongue depressor " There's a good boy. So far you seem quite healthy. The note said you had an upset stomach?"

"Err, well I'm feeling much better now." he tried to wiggle out of the position he now found himself in.

"Lay back. Hmmm, any pain here? How about here?" She prodded and massaged his abdomen. He winced as she dug her fingers in rather deeply. She pushed down on his groin. He blushed as she grasped his penis and stroked it with her gloved fingers. "Well, now let's just take a look down below, shall we? Stand up, turn around, bend forward and touch your toes." He did as he was told, somewhat reluctantly. He gasped in surprise as she grasped his testes from behind, gently palpating them. "Hmmm, these seem to be quite normal, no swelling or tenderness. Now what about inside eh? Hold still, try to relax. Take a deep breath." She paused to apply KY jelly to her gloved fingers. He groaned as he felt her pushing against his rectum.

"Easy does it, if you tense up it'll just hurt." He gasped as she probed deeply, humiliatingly. "Cough. Hmmm, nothing wrong there. A bit constipated perhaps, but we'll take care of that presently. Lay facedown on the exam table here, I'm going to take your temperature."

"No way, you've got to be kidding. I'm almost fourteen, I can take it in my mouth thank you." He protested, nearly in tears over the humiliation of it all.

" Yes I know you're a big boy, but this is far more accurate. Now, do as I say or you'll be in big trouble. That's right." She inserted the glass rod in his rectum. " Now just lie there quietly while I look at your files. I see you have a history of coming in to the nurse's office on Tuesdays, coinciding with your classroom quizzes. In fact your teacher had asked the previous nurse if you're faking? Are you faking, Charles? " She stepped to his side, where he was lying upon the table, thermometer sticking out of his rear, grasped his chin in her hand and forced him to look at her.

"Answer me. Look me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth. Are you really sick, or are you trying to get out of a test?" Reluctantly, he admitted to trying to evade the test, that he hadn't studied, and that he'd be in big trouble at home if he got any more bad grades.

"Well, young man, I have news for you, you are in big trouble right now. You have lied to me, lied to your teacher, wasted my valuable time examining you, not to mention failing to study for your test. This is a private boarding school, and we have a great deal more leeway in how we deal with miscreants and troublemakers than at those public schools you've attended in the past. The problem is, your behavior has never been effectively and soundly corrected. Now, I am Quite fully prepared to deal with your sort in a manner that guarantees you'll not do something like this again. First we'll deal with that little constipation problem. Lie there and do NOT move. I will be right back. " He heard water running. Presently she returned with a large red bag that had a white hose attached to it.

"Nooo! Please, I'm fine, I'm not sick!" he protested, tears streaming down his cheeks.

She ignored his plea, removed the thermometer, and ordered him to lie on his side. She pushed something hard up into his bottom, a long ways up, and he heard a "click". Something very very warm, almost too hot to stand, began to flow into his bottom, and he squirmed uncomfortably. She slapped his uppermost buttcheek. "Lie still!"

"But it HURTS!" he cried. The hot water flowed and flowed into him, filling him completely. He began to feel cramping sensations deep inside his belly, and he felt like he had to go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW. "I want you to hold that in with all your might, young Charles, or I will punish you severely for making a mess. Now, that's all in, I want you to go stand in the corner for ten minutes while the medicine does its work." She stood him in the corner. She left him there for what seemed like forever, then finally gave him permission to go use the toilet. Then she told him to go back out and lie back down upon the table. He heard the water running again, and realized that she took the enema bag in there with her. She returned, and the bag appeared to be bulging, full of water.

"NOOO! You CAN'T" he yelled, starting to rise. She slapped his rear end, hard.

"I CAN and I WILL, young man! Now, it seems I'll have to restrain you for the rest of your punishment." She quickly fastened his ankles together, and placed his wrists behind his back, where she bound them as well.

"Now then, we will address your naughty, naughty behavior. Studying for a test requires personal control. I am going to teach you that control, starting with control of your own inner workings. I am now going to give you another enema, and you are going to hold it for as long as I say you must." She inserted the hard, long, fat nozzle into his butt. She did something, he heard a hissing noise, and the nozzle seemed to get even fatter inside of him. The water began to flow. Almost instantly, he began to feel cramps. " While you are holding this enema, I am also going to punish you for lying to your teacher. I am going to spank you, very very hard, for a very long time, on your bare butt, while it is full with the enema. Then you will stand in the corner, still holding the water, until I say you may use the bathroom. If you mess yourself, I will spank you again, even harder. Not only that, but after you finish with the enema, I am going to spank you again, twice as long and twice as hard, for lying to me and wasting my time. You have been a very bad boy, and you are going to get what is coming to you."

She allowed the full contents of the bag to flow into him very quickly. Then she sat down on the table, and moved him around so that he was draped, belly down, across her thighs. His butt was now raised into perfect spanking position, and the added pressure on his full belly made him feel slightly ill. She picked up a small leather paddle, and began to swat his right butt cheek rhythmically, over and over and over again, on the exact same spot, low down near where his leg joined his butt. She spanked and spanked and spanked. Finally she stopped, only to switch to the matching spot on his left cheek. Again she spanked for an eternity. Over and over and over again, until he was yelping with the pain. Finally she finished, loosened his ankles just enough so that he could shuffle to the corner, and left him there.

He stood in the corner, crying and wishing he'd never heard of this school, never thought of pretending to be sick. Eventually she told him he could go use the toilet. She followed him in, and did something to the rubber hose still sticking out of his butt. She pulled it out as he sat on the john, and the liquid gushed from his rear for ages and ages. When he was finished, she cleaned up his bottom, which of course he couldn't do with his hands tied. It made him feel very young and helpless. Then she ordered him to go wait by the table. She sat on the table, and pulled him across her lap for his next spanking. She proceeded to blister his butt cheeks with the little paddle again. This time, the punishment went on and on, much longer than anything he could ever have possibly imagined. It hurt all the worse on his already tenderized behind. She finally stopped when his backside was a uniform shade of deep maroon. Satisfied, she pulled him to his feet, and looked him in the eye.

"Now, young Charles, are you ever going to lie and try to get out of a test again?"

"N-n-n-noooo Ma'am…" he sobbed.

"Good. Now you may go to your room and lie down. You will get your wish after all, you are excused from classes the rest of the day. However, you will take a makeup quiz in history tomorrow, and in addition you will write out a full page note of apology to each of your teachers. Furthermore, if you get anything less than a "B" on this or any other test from now on, you will report back here to my office for a repeat dose of the same. Inform your friends of the consequences of skipping class as well, it may save some of them a trip to my office."

She released him, and indicated he should get dressed.