The Girls College Ch. 06

The single-use plastic razor in Julie's hand made contact with the soft skin of his crotch and started to slowly move downwards, in the direction of growth his hair was following. The few hairs on his crotch started to tingle before being ripped out of his skin by the sharp blade of the razor. It almost felt nice in a way, but as she finished the last spot of hair remaining on his crotch it started to itch. He tried to relax as well as he could, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply.

Madison sprinkled a generous amount of baby powder onto the shaved area and quickly whisked it across his crotch with her palm. The cool touch of a gloved palm covered in baby oil soothed his newly shaven scrotum. Julie smirked to herself as she applied baby oil to his sac, quickly stroking up his soft shaft once before peeling off her gloves. The boy kept his eyes closed, as the irritating feeling on the skin of his crotch dissolved thanks to the powder and oil that had been applied to it.

"On your stomach," ordered Julie sternly. He quickly turned over on the table and moved up so that his head was poking through the padded face cradle of the massage table. He felt the, now bare, hand of Julie Carter lightly stroke across the welts on his bottom.

"You were given a pretty heavy beating, weren't you, dear?" cooed Julie, inspecting his swollen, bright red buttocks. "I presume you've met the Headmistress's wooden paddle?"

"Yes, Miss," he answered, softly. His buttocks and face were a similar colour as he blushed profusely; the woman's hands were now more roughly touching the welts on his behind, much to his discomfort.

He saw the long feet of Miss Madison Walters below him, walking to the trolley next to the table. A bottle of liquid could be heard being shaken behind him as she walked back to where his bum was. Out of his view the ladies above him were rubbing slippery lotion between their palms. Paul hissed loudly as the matrons each took hold of one of his firm buttocks and started to rub the lotion into them.

"You shouldn't expect to have lotion applied to your raw bum after every beating you receive, you know," commented Madison Walters's shrill voice as her hands expertly massaged his right buttock. "Besides, this beating doesn't seem to even be half of what the Headmistress is capable of. You're lucky to have your first beating performed by the paddle, once you meet some of her larger instruments the paddle is child's play."

"I'd barely call this a beating in fact, this is just a spanking," added Julie, her hands starting to move down his leg a bit. "You'll find out the difference soon, dear. Maybe she introduces you to her bullwhip next, and then you definitely won't be receiving a massage!"

Their taunts terrified him, he had to admit. In any other situation he would highly doubt the Headmistress of a school would be in possession of a bullwhip, but in fact, he believed that Miss Smith owned one. An even more horrible idea was the fact that he might get to meet it. The massage went from slightly uncomfortable to very soothing in a short period of time. Julie's thumbs were expertly digging deep into the skin of his bottom and soothing the welts, whereas Madison was much rougher yet with an equal level of effectiveness. He nearly fell asleep after fifteen minutes of silence and the matrons' hands on his rear. Eventually they finished, much to his dismay. He doubted that he would be treated as carefully again, and sighed discouragingly.

Soft whispering was heard between the ladies, before the sound of bare soles walking across the tile floor was heard. There was a few seconds of silence before he saw the maroon-painted toes of Madison Walters walk to the trolley once more. He heard the bottle of oil being replaced.

"Kneeling position, boy," she commanded as he heard the familiar sound of medical gloves being donned. "Knees nice and far apart."

Paul saw where this was going. He tried to spread his knees as far apart as he could, knowing that it would only make it easier for him to take what was coming. Sure enough, one of the woman's hands spread his glistening buttocks apart and the middle finger of her other hand, slippery because of the lubricant that had been applied to it, started to tease his hole. She could feel that the outside was slightly loose, correctly assuming that it had been penetrated multiple times that day. Without warning her finger pushed through his anus and popped into his rectum. Paul hissed, once again in great discomfort even though he was used to the feeling by now. The inside of his rectum was hurting slightly, it still hadn't fully recovered from its rough treatment in the nurse's office.

"I presume you've had lunch?" she quizzed, twisting her finger inside of his hole, making him squirm slightly.

"Yes, Miss," he managed to say through his gritted teeth.

"What about breakfast?" she asked.

"No, Miss," he answered, remembering that he hadn't had breakfast that morning.

"Does Sophia not feed you?" she asked, pushing her finger somehow deeper into his aching hole. "I guess she can do something right."

Paul was once again enraged by the lady's condescending words about Matron Sophia. He thought about retorting, but before he could say anything he heard wheels being pushed across the tile floor of the room and looked up to see the nude Julie wheeling an IV pole in front of her. The pole had two transparent bags of what seemed like frothy water in them, both had long plastic tubes running out of them.

"What were you fed for lunch, boy?" asked Madison Walters, the woman with her middle finger buried deep inside him.

"It was mac and cheese, Miss," he answered, before she pressed down violently on his prostate, making him scream, before she swiftly pulled her finger from his rectum.

"His hole has been used multiple times today, it feels loose," commented Madison Walters, pulling the vinyl gloves from her hands. "He shouldn't have too much trouble taking these large nozzles."

The boy's eyes shot wide open at these words. He suddenly realized what the bags with their plastic tubes were for. They were going to give him an enema, probably two. He remembered the embarrassment he experienced at the orphanage whenever Matron Sophia would insist on remedying his tummy aches by pumping large amount of hot, soapy water into his rectum before making him keep it inside him for five to ten minutes, then letting him expel it while she watched the strange faces he made and heard the horrible noises that escaped from his anus as he expelled all the contents of his stomach.

"Turn over onto your back, spread your legs apart and bend your knees," ordered Julie, pulling on a new pair of vinyl gloves. The boy assumed the position she had instructed and lifted his neck to peer at the IV pole with the two enema bags hanging on it through his open legs. He laid his head back and sighed loudly, not optimistic about what was about to happen.

"Ever had an enema before, boy?" asked the red-haired lady, walking around the table so that she was standing between the boy's open legs with a perfect view of his flaccid penis and firm bottom.

"Many, Miss," he answered. She was quite surprised to hear this answer from him, as most of the boys that she would ask had never had one. It made it more fun if it was their first time, but since he sounded so experienced, she could be a bit rougher when administering it.

"Very good," she said, placing down a tall bottle of lubricant between his legs that she had taken from the trolley. "You're going to be taking a two quart enema of just plain warm water, which you'll hold for a few minutes. After expelling it, you'll be taking a full three quart bag, this time with soap added. You'll hold that for a few minutes as well, then expel it. It's simple."

It was relatively simple, but terrifying. He had never taken more than two quarts at once, and the prospect of having to take a three quart bag stressed him out, but he knew there was no point in fighting it. Paul felt the woman's gloved finger, now covered in lubricant, start to circle his anus. His hole was already lubricated from Madison's brief excursion inside his rectum, but Julie continued to spread it around his hole, before quickly slipping her finger deeply inside and pulling it out.

It wasn't long before he felt the slippery tip of the enema nozzle touch the ring of his anus, and he closed his eyes. Even though he was definitely familiar with the feeling of a nozzle pumping fluids into his rectum, it didn't ever get any less embarrassing or uncomfortable.

"Relax your bottom so that I can insert the nozzle," said Julie, starting to push the plastic tip against his hole. It was the type of nozzle that had a balloon near the tip, which could be inflated so that it wouldn't fall out of the subject's rectum. "Nice deep breath. That's a good boy."

The very well-lubricated tube pushed into his hole, he felt slight pressure and was taken by surprise when he felt the larger balloon start to push in. Though it wasn't much of a struggle to get the instrument inside of him, as soon as Julie started to pump up the balloon he felt a load of pressure build up in his rectum. He groaned in discomfort as the balloon was pumped four times and grew impossibly large inside of him, it felt much larger than anything he had gotten in his sphincter all day. Matron Sophia never used a balloon nozzle, she just used a normal plastic tube, which could easily slide inside of him and stay for the duration of the enema before being slipped out again, it was easier though uncomfortable. The balloon was beyond uncomfortable, it was painful.

"It's just to make sure it's securely inside of you, there's no need to make a fuss," commented Miss Madison on his loud groan. He still had his eyes closed, so he didn't see her take off her vinyl gloves and apply lotion to her palms before touching them to his chest. He hissed softly as her cool palms touched his chest and started to rub the white lotion into his skin.

"I'm going to start the flow now, try to keep breathing nice and deeply," explained Julie as the valve of the tube was opened and warm water started to cascade into his rectum at a fast rate. "I want you to tell me when you start to feel some pressure or cramping in your tummy, but for now I just want you to relax. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth."

She was strangely gentle in the way she spoke to him and explained how he was to take the enema and how to calm himself down, but she was only doing so to keep him from panicking or getting any bodily damage. Enemas could be dangerous if not administered properly, and she knew that. Some boys would be in a state of intense panic as soon as the nozzle would be inserted inside of them, but Paul was strangely calm in taking it. She guessed it was because it wasn't his first time having an enema, but he would soon start to cramp up and feel pain. Two quarts of normal warm water wasn't usually too hard to take, but a three quart bag was abnormally big for anyone and would cause great pain and discomfort to the subject, just as the matrons wished.

Miss Madison continued to massage Paul's chest, it felt nice and provided a slight distraction from the strong flow of water entering him.

The first half of the two quart bag entered Paul without much fuss, a few low moans of discomfort maybe, but no actual response. However, as the second half of the bag started to enter, the pressure he felt in his abdominal region grew quickly and he started to grunt rhythmically.

"Miss, I, ooOOhh..." started Paul, the water still filling him up rapidly. "It's starting to cramp up, Miss. OOOooo...:

"Okay, Paul, I'm not going to stop the flow, as this is not your first time, however Miss Madison will rub your tummy to help you a bit," explained Julie, and suddenly Paul wished he had lied about his experience with enemas. Matron Sophia would always give him a break if he started to cramp up during his enema, allowing him to calm down before restarting the flow. It never felt that she was doing it to make him uncomfortable; she always did it in an obviously caring manner. He didn't let Julie's gentle tone fool him; he knew she took great pleasure in causing him discomfort.

Sure enough, Madison's soft and experienced hands started to massage his abdomen after she re-applied lotion to her hands. Her fingers dug very deeply into his skin, and it did help him with taking the rest of the bag, albeit very slightly. He continued to moan and beg for her to stop the flow, but Julie didn't bat an eye at his obvious pain.

"You're three quarters of the way there, try to relax for me," she cooed in response to his moaning and groaning. She loved administering enemas to boys; it was one of the best ways to torment them. "Almost done, dear. Deep breaths."

The flow started to slow down, he could feel it as the nozzle choked out the last few millilitres of water into his rear. He was panting as the flow stopped completely, and looked up to see that the bag was in fact empty.

"That's it, dear. See? You've taken it all," cooed Julie, her voice sugary and gentle. Her slippery gloved hands rubbed the insides of his thighs. "You're going to retain it for about five minutes with the nozzle still up your bum, and then we'll let you expel it."

Paul closed his eyes again, dreading this situation. He heard the gloves being pulled off of the redhead's small hands. The ladies took turns in massaging his tummy over the next few minutes, cooing humiliating words as they went. The cramping didn't stop, however, and he struggled to retain it, the only thing holding it in was the inflated nozzle which still sat inside his rear. Soon he started to beg to go to the toilet.

"Please, Miss," he begged. "Please can I use the toilet?"

"Not yet, sweetie," Miss Julie would reply, her voice artificially sweet. "Just a few more minutes."

"Please, it hurts, Miss," he panted.

"Almost done, dear," she retorted again, smirking to herself.

It was definitely longer than five minutes.

"You know, if you struggle this much to hold in two quarts, I don't know how you'll possibly handle three," commented Miss Madison, rubbing his lower belly deeply. He didn't know how he'd handle three either, it was a scary thought.

After maybe ten minutes of retaining the warm water inside his stomach Julie finally told him that he could go expel it. He sighed in relief, but forgot that he still would have to walk to the toilet. The matrons helped him get up from the table, the nozzle still stuck in his bottom. Both of them had put on fresh pairs of gloves.

He felt like an old, sickly man as the matrons helped him along with the tube buried inside of him, connected to the IV pole. Madison opened the door to the bathroom stall furthest to the left, the door was the only one that was labelled, and read Boys on it. His steps got heavier with every foot he had to walk, and eventually Julie guided him into the stall. She made him lift the toilet seat before having to hover over the open toilet so that she could deflate the balloon and remove the nozzle.

"If anything comes out while my hand is under you, I assure you that it will be fed to you along with the glove," she threatened, dropping her sweet tone briefly as he felt the air being deflated from the balloon. It released so much pressure, and he sighed loudly. It took a lot of effort to keep everything inside of him as the nozzle was fully pulled out of him. She allowed him to sit down on the toilet.

However, the door wasn't closed to the stall. Madison stayed in front of the stall, and he remembered that both of the ladies were fully nude. It had almost completely escaped his mind that both the women that were tormenting him were naked, and as the first contents of his stomach were expelled he couldn't help but stare at the woman's beautiful body.

She knew that he was staring at her body, but there was no point in stopping him. Though her arms were folded in front of her breasts, he continued to stare at her hairy crotch. Madison took it as a compliment that he was so mindlessly staring at her nudity. He was too exhausted to think straight, and couldn't stop staring, nearly forgetting about the horrible noises that escaped from his rear end as he excreted all the contents of his stomach into the toilet. After he felt empty, he made to stand up, but Madison forced his shoulders back down.

"You're not empty yet," is all she said, and he stared into her eyes. His face was blank of expression, he was clearly tired. He sat back down on the toilet, unable to object to her words and tried to force out the last matter from his stomach. Embarrassing farting noises filled the stall, making Madison giggle softly. He didn't care, he was just glad that he had emptied himself, although three more quarts of fluids were about to be pumped inside him.

*****

Paul soon found himself back on the leather-padded table, feeling rejuvenated and strangely empty. The expulsion of the water had felt amazing, but he knew that he would have to take a larger quantity this time and it might be less pleasurable to expel it, due to the soap that it contained.

This time it was Madison taking charge of proceedings. There was no gloved finger that delved inside of him first, only a heavily lubricated nozzle, identical to the one used previously. The tip entered him with relative ease, followed by the balloon, which was less easy. He inhaled deeply as the balloon was inflated, once again with four swift pumps. Paul had to grit his teeth; it felt larger than the previous time and even more painful.

Without warning the flow started and he could feel the difference in contents. The soap was slightly irritating, although not unbearable. Matron Sophia had always used soap sud enemas whenever administering them to him, however hers weren't quite as irritating and could actually feel nice if administered in small quantities. This enema didn't feel nice, but was bearable.

On this occasion he didn't need to start complaining about cramps before having his tummy massaged, as Julie's hands, generously covered in white lotion, started to dig into his abdominal flesh. Her delicate style of massaging his tummy was preferable to Madison's more aggressive way. The soapy solution took slightly longer to start cramping, perhaps because his stomach was emptier and could maybe hold more, he thought.

He mentioned his cramping to Miss Madison, but she didn't reply in such a deceivingly sweet manner.

"Don't make such a fuss, you're barely halfway," is all she replied to his continuous moaning.

Julie continued to caringly rub his abdomen as the solution filled him. Madison informed him when he was past where he had been the first time, and it felt like he was physically incapable of taking any more. The red-haired matron realized that his stomach was starting to get more tense and bloated. He kept begging for release, saying that he couldn't take any more of the soapy solution, but neither of the women acknowledged his cries. The cramping was getting unbearable and he felt on the point of passing out.

The pain was overwhelming as Miss Madison announced that he only had a little to go. Unexpectedly the matron squeezed the bag and the last contents of the bag shot into him at a higher pressure, making him scream. Both of the matrons giggled at his sudden, loud scream. The flow of the water stopped with her squeeze of the bag, but he wasn't relieved it was over.

"I think we should make him hold it without the nozzle in this time," said Julie, and Paul sighed. "It's not a challenge if there's something plugging his hole."