chapter 2

"Welcome back Fanny!" Nurse Anders calls out as you step into the treatment room. "So let's see - this is your .... fourteenth probation visit? Any issues - apart from all the sexual frustration that is!"

Her laughter at her own joke and her cheerful smile should put you at ease, but your heart sinks as she gestures to the examination table. "Well let's take a look at you shall we?"

"I - erm, I mean I was wondering whether we might... well - do you think maybe just this once, erm?" You stammer, shifting your weight awkwardly from one foot to the other as the young nurse waits for you to finish. "I mean, could we skip the examination today? I-I'm not feeling quite myself..."

Nurse Anders cocks her head inquisitively towards you. "Tut tut tut!" She said, wagging her finger at you theatrically then putting her hands on her hips in an exaggerated gesture. "Well NOW you've got my curiosity glands going! I'm sure your trial judge emphasized how serious an offense attempting to interfere with your punishment is?" She says, still grinning as she looks expectantly at you.

Your mouth feels suddenly dry, and a part of you wants to turn and run, but you're rooted to the spot. "There, there." She soothes, placing her hand on your shoulder and guiding you to the chair.

You feel faint as she helps you out of your dress and bra, barely noticing as she restrains your ankles and wrists. Your body feels clammy and cold as the panic spreads through you. "What have you done? How could you have been so foolish?" You wonder.

It's the clicking sound as the metal crotch plate opens that brings your attention back to the situation at hand. Nurse Anders occupies herself for a moment with a tablet computer, studying something that you are afraid must be a complete record of your transgressions. She puts the tablet down, and then seats herself on a stool between your spread legs. "Well Fanny." She says, running a finger down the cleft of your pussy. "Is there anything you want to tell me? Things will be easier for you if you confess fully."

You flinch momentarily, but your anxiety is so all-consuming that the humiliation of your vulnerability and her casual violation of your most intimate parts barely register at all. "P-please." You start to sob. "I-I couldn't help it. I didn't mean to..."

"Tell me everything." Nurse Anders commands softly, and you take a deep breath as you feel one of her delicate fingers slip itself between your ripe lips as she places her other palm on your soft belly.