A New Adventure for Peter and Nina

It was Thursday evening. Peter was sitting in his small study bedroom at The College thinking about his future because tomorrow was his last day, and after the summer holidays he would be starting his Medical Degree course. And Saturday was his nineteenth birthday. Finally, things were looking up for him.

Peter had never been happy at The College; he hadn't fitted in with the other boys from rich families. The only reason his mum had been able to pay the fees was because his dad was killed in an accident and the insurance payout was used to give him an education. His mum thought his dad would approve of that. So, Peter worked hard, and became an excellent student, keeping his views to himself; well, until last Monday after the Speech Day, when he found the Chair of Governors surrounded by guests, and decided to tell him exactly what he thought of the arrogant, entitled attitude of the boys and the staff, who had looked down on him because of his background. Nobody had spoken to him since this outburst, but he was proud to have let his views be known.

So, here he was, 10 pm on his final night, ready for bed, when there was a knock at his door. Peter opened the door to find Miss Nina Harley, the new Assistant Nurse, standing there, looking a bit nervous. She had only just been appointed and was keen to make a good impression as this was her first job since qualifying, and at twenty-four the youngest nurse the college had ever employed.

'Hi, the principal has sent me to tell you to come to the infirmary,' Nina said.

'OK, I'll just get dressed.'

'No, he wants you to come immediately. He said you would be ready for bed and that you had to come in your dressing gown.'

Peter didn't think that looked good, but walked with Nina to the Infirmary. As they entered the reception office, they saw the principal sitting at the desk, and a ladder backed wooden chair was placed in the centre of the room. He stood. 'Ah, welcome Peter, I've been looking forward to seeing you tonight. Such a shame a student as good as you should leave the college in these circumstances. Your outburst at Speech Day was a major insult to all of us, and, to me personally. Just because you are leaving tomorrow does mean you can avoid the consequences of your action.'

He walked over to a cupboard, opened the door, and took out two canes, examining them carefully.

'I think I use this punishment cane, it's thicker than the other, and I am going to give you six of the best -- no, six of the very best!' he said.

Turning to Nina, he told her she was here as the witness, and was to kneel in front of the chair when Peter bent over the back and placed his hands on the seat, and to hold them tightly until the punishment ended. Nina looked horrified. 'Actually, Sir, I don't think that's my job! I'm here to deal with sick and injured students, not help you hurt them.'

'You will do exactly as you are told, Harley,' said the principle. 'You work for me, so get used to it. Get in front of the chair.'

Nina could see this man was not going to listen to reason so decided to do as she was told and not antagonise him further.

Peter was ordered to remove his dressing gown and pants, then to bend over the back of the chair. Nina watched him strip, admiring his calm composure, and as he bent over the chair, her eyes focused on his cock, hanging at eye level in front of her. She just couldn't help noticing how beautiful it was, perfectly formed, like those she had seen on Greek marble sculptures, except Peter's was much longer. She wrapped a hand tightly around each of his wrists.

The principal stood in position and tapped Peter's buttocks with the cane to mark his target. Nina saw him raise his arm; the cane whooshed through the air landing across Peter's bum with a loud crack. Peter winced and tensed his whole body as the searing pain overwhelmed him. Nina was shocked by the savage stroke and felt she had to help Peter cope with what she now knew was to follow.

'Take a deep breath, it will be over soon,' she said.

At that moment the second stroke landed, making Peter gasp.

'Concentrate on me, look at me, just focus on my face,' Nina said, and the third stroke made him grimace and moan in agony. Through the pain he could feel Nina's thumbs gently stroke the side of his wrists, then she tightened her grasp, and Peter knew the next blow was imminent. It landed with such force that it pushed him towards the chair, and he felt his eyes water and his legs tremble.

'Keep looking at me, concentrate on me, not the pain, it's nearly over, just three more, you can cope with this.' And as she said this another whoosh broke the silence as the cane landed diagonally across the welts of the previous strokes. And then, without any delay, the final two strokes landed on the sensitive flesh across the crease at the top of his thigh. Peter was gasping and bending his knees to find some relief, but the relief came from a gentle voice that cut through his agony.

'It's over Peter, try to relax, the pain will start to subside soon, and you will be ok. Let me help you stand up,' Nina said, letting go of his wrists and standing.

'You will do no such thing Harley,' the principal said sternly. 'You are not here to support and help this student through the punishment; you are here to do as I told you. You are clearly not up to the job. I will have to terminate your employment immediately and there will be no references.'

Nina was stunned by his attitude. 'That's not fair, if I made a mistake, I'm sorry. I can't lose my job; I've got rent to pay on my flat in the village and I won't get another job without a reference.'

The principal stood silently, before saying, 'Well, as an alternative you could face internal punishment and then have your work monitored for a while to ensure you are up to standard. You're choice.'

Nina was relieved and agreed, saying she would be happy with that suggestion, and thanked the principal for letting her have a second chance.

'I think that is a good choice, Harley,' he said. 'Please come and stand behind the chair.'

Nina looked startled by this request. 'Why?' she asked.

'Because your punishment will be six strokes of the cane. I'm sure from your attitude this won't be the first time,' the principal replied.

'Well, it is, I've never been caned, and I don't deserve this,' Nina said in a nervous voice.

'As I'm a reasonable man then I will use the thinner cane, rather than the punishment cane, so if you want to keep your job, stand behind the chair and slip off your uniform.'

'Really!' Nina said. 'Are you serious?'

The principal told her the decision was hers; punishment and job, or dismissal. Nina felt cornered and she needed the job. Moving to stand behind the chair she pulled down the zip at the front of her white nurses' dress, letting it fall to the ground. Peter looked at her standing in her white bra and black tights, white panties showing through the tights.

The principal told her to lower her tights.

Shen rolled them down to her thighs.

'Now your pants.'

She took a deep breath and hooked her thumbs over the top of her knickers lowering them to rest above the tights. Peter could see that she was trembling as she followed the principal's instructions and bent over the chair. Peter held her wrists as she had done for him, his eyes drawn to the neatly trimmed black pubic hair that pointed down to between her legs.

Nina felt the gentle taps of the cane on her bum, then braced herself. The first stroke landed across the soft flesh of her bum.

'Ahh!, that hurt ... please stop.' she cried and the second stinging stroke made Nina gasp. Peter could see tears forming in her eyes. The next two strokes landed in quick succession, leaving her sobbing, tears falling down her face. There was a little pause before the last two strokes made Nina scream as the burning pain intensified and she tried to move her legs to offset the agony, but the tights round her thighs meant she couldn't move much.

Without saying a word, the principal walked out of the room, leaving Nina bent over the chair.

Peter moved round to help Nina stand. She tentatively put her hands on her bruised bum and felt the raised welts. 'It hurts ... it really hurts,' she said and paused with a surprised look on her face, as she let her hands rest between her legs; she was wet and aroused. She glanced quickly at Peter, then pulled up her pants and tights, wincing as the tight material pressed against the sore welts.

'I'm sorry you got hurt for trying to help, I feel guilty. But it did help, and you are a wonderful nurse,' said Peter as he put his pants and dressing gown on.

'Not your fault,' replied Nina, drying her eyes, and picking up her dress as she walked towards a door; Peter looked at her. 'I know, you're wondering why I'm not putting my dress on, but I want the cool air to get to my bum, and as you've seen me with my pants down, it's no problem.' Jane smiled. 'Talking of being a good nurse, I think I should check you over. There is a small flat through this door where the nurse on night duty stays, which is me tonight, so let's go in and I'll have a look at you.'

'I think you've had a good look at me already,' said Peter. 'And you, me!' replied Nina.

They entered the flat, Nina told Peter to go to the bedroom, strip off, and lie face down on the bed while she fetched some antiseptic cream. When she returned, she sat on the bed, squeezed cream from a tube on her hand. 'Just going to spread some cooling cream on the welts; it might sting at first, but it will help. I will be as gentle as I can.'

And she was gentle.

'Is this helping? How do you feel now,' Nina asked.

'Yes, thanks, it is, but I have a throbbing ache all the way up my back. How are you feeling?'

'Just my bum hurts,' said Nina. 'Can you put some cream on me, please?'

Nina took off her tights, pants, and to Peter's surprise, her bra as well, and lay at his side. Peter gently covered the six thin bright red welts with the cream. Nina sighed, 'Oh, that feels better.'

'Happy to help,' said Peter, who had enjoyed touching Nina's soft, but sore, bum.

'OK,' said Nina, 'Let's see what I can do to help with the throbbing pain in your back. I'll help you concentrate your mind on something other than the pain. Just continue to lie on your tummy and close your eyes.'

Nina picked up her tights, holding them by the waistband, so the legs dangled freely, the toes just touching Peter's neck. Slowly she guided then down his spine and across his back. Peter felt the softest touch as the nylon moved over his skin, the subtle tingling, tickling sensation was amazing. Nina slightly parted his legs and the toes of the tights traced up the back of his legs, between his thighs, and over his sore bum. It was intensely erotic; he could feel his cock starting to respond.

'Turn over,' said Nina.

Sensing his reluctant, she said, 'It's ok Peter, I know this is making you hard; that's good, it means you are concentrating on something nicer than the pain. Is it taking your mind off the pain?'

'Mmm ... yes,' said Peter, as he turning on his back.

Jane smiled. 'That's lovely, just relax,' said Nina as she dangled the tights above his chest, tracing them over his nipples, down his tummy and across his waist, then up his legs, between his thighs, and along the length of his hard shaft. Peter sighed and murmured as the legs of the tights were dragged over the ridges of the head of his twitching cock.

'It sounds like you are enjoying this,' said Nina.

'It's fantastic; you are amazing,' replied Peter.

Lying beside him, Nina rested her arm over his chest, her body against his. Their eyes met; Nina kissed Peter softly on his lips, and he pulled her as close to him as he could, his hard cock nestling against Nina's tummy. They couldn't hold back any longer; their tongues finding each other as the kissing became intense. Pushing Nina from his chest, Peter kissed and nuzzled her neck, guiding his fingers to squeeze the hard nipples protruding from her pert breasts. Nina moaned in pleasure, letting her hand find Peters engorged cock, circling the bell end with her fingers.

Nina moved to straddle him; a knee on each side of his pelvis. Peter could see the welcoming wetness between her legs, as she moved so his hard cock was below the swollen moist lips. Nina leaned forward, her hands resting on Peter's chest, and lowered herself on to him. Peter slipped in up to the hilt, and Nina rose and lowered herself, relishing being stretched and feeling every movement inside her. Peter withdrew, rolled Nina on to her back, spread her legs, and entered her with slow deep thrusts. Nina began to raise her hips to meet his thrusts, and she knew she was going to cum quickly.

'Faster!' Nina whispered, Peter increased the intensity of his penetrating thrusts, Nina wrapping her legs around his.

'Harder,' she said as she was breathing more deeply, and they moved together in perfect harmony, Nina clasping her arms round Peter's shoulders.

'Don't stop ... not now ... don't stop ... faster ... I'm cumming, I'm cumming ...' Nina gasped, 'Haaaaah ... mmmmmm.'

Peter felt the spasms round his cock, and moaned in ecstasy, as he emptied himself into her with three deeply penetrating thrusts, that were beyond his control.

They both lay side by side out of breath. 'Wow! said Nina.

'We are going to do this again, aren't we?' asked Peter.

Nina giggled. 'Lots,' she said. 'But we'll give the bit with the cane a miss.'

They giggled, knowing this was the start of a new adventure together.