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St. Barnaby's School for Boys - Simon - 11-25-2025
Sister Jones, a single mother of a ten-year-old girl, has been appointed head nurse and nurse at an English private school for boys. The boys are naturally shy during some of their visits to the nurse, especially when her daughter Sammy offers her help.
Debbie Jones was employed as head nurse and nurse at St. Barnaby's School for Boys. She primarily cared for the upper school boys, but also helped out with the preschool boys when needed.
Debbie was 25 years old, blonde, and had a beautiful, slim hourglass figure. Her 75C breasts were firm, and she never missed an opportunity to highlight her best features. Both of these points were noted attentively by the headmaster during her job interview.
Sammy was the result of a wonderful time she'd spent at school with a 13-year-old boy in eighth grade, when she herself was 15 and in tenth grade. Debbie had loved exploring the differences between the boys at school and embarrassing them when she went out with them. Once, she had sex with one of the boys, and lo and behold, nine months later Sammy was born.
The exclusive school, nestled in the Sussex countryside, was in the middle of nowhere, and the job included a small apartment that was perfectly adequate for her and Sammy. Although there was a kitchen, they were always welcome to join the teachers in the school dining halls if they wished.
Sammy was enrolled in a local co-educational primary school, a bright young girl with blue eyes and blond curls. She had completely resigned herself to the fact that girls were better than boys, because that was the only life she truly knew.
This would be an adventure for both of them, after they had moved from Rutland further into the heart of England.
Debbie arrived at the school two weeks before the students returned from summer vacation. She was busy setting up her office and the small infirmary. The infirmary had four beds and a bathroom. Her office was an anteroom next to the infirmary with an examination table and a desk.
She and Sammy were given a tour of the school and noticed how the dormitories changed from primary to secondary school. They were more intimate for the older boys to offer them more privacy, as the older boys had their own rooms.
As she was being shown around, she looked at the shower areas with the communal changing rooms. Debbie thought about the many boys who showered together, and she felt a little thrill when she thought about how many boys she had seen in the past.
Sammy started at the local school on Tuesday, after arriving at St. Barnaby's on Friday. The state schools always started before the private school.
The students arrived on Sunday before school started. The school accepted students from grades 7 to 13 and then continued on to university.
Debbie was in the reception area, greeting parents and boys from both schools. Some of the older boys nearly wet themselves when they saw Debbie.
The following day began with a health check of the 13-year-olds. Some of them were new to the school, so this examination was very thorough, as new medical records were created. There were six new boys, and each had a specific time to visit the Mother Superior.
Matthew was the first. His 13th birthday the week before made him one of the youngest in school. Mouse-brown, short-cropped hair. He was quite tall for his age, so Debbie thought he might already be going through puberty, even though he looked like a little boy.
"Okay, Matthew, we need to fill out our standard form, and then I'll examine you, so let's begin."
After the form was filled out, she asked him to undress completely, except for his underwear.
Matthew was relieved he didn't have to take his trousers off in front of such a lovely woman. He was a shy boy who had no contact with women in his family, except for his mother. She hadn't seen him without his clothes since he'd been cared for by a nanny when he was six. The nanny hadn't seen him naked for three years, as he bathed himself.
Debbie measured his blood pressure, height, weight, chest circumference, and so on. She looked at his underwear and noticed a nice little bulge. "Okay, Matthew, please take off your pants so I can examine you more closely."
Matthew blushed and was afraid to undress. “But Miss, I was at the doctor’s at home. I’m sure I’m healthy,” he said nervously.
"Matthew, do as you're told, and do it immediately, or I'll report you to your year leader. And you know what that means. To leave no room for doubt, you'll be punished. So do it!" Debbie ordered.
Matthew slowly pulled down his tight white trousers and slipped them off his feet. "Turn around, Matthew, and bend over." Debbie was rather curt and authoritarian, and she figured that was how she should address all the boys to gain their respect.
Matthew was bright red and very embarrassed – Debbie liked that; boys should be put in their place.
Matthew bent over, and Debbie bent over too, to spread his firm buttocks and expose his anus.
"Hmmm, Matthew, it seems you have a problem with cleanliness. Have you showered this morning?" "Yes, Miss, we all had to shower together, it was very embarrassing, so I hurried."
"Well, you have to clean your bottom, young man, otherwise you'll get a sore from sweating, you understand?" "Yes, Miss." "Good, then turn around – and now tell me why you were embarrassed to shower in front of your roommates?"
When Matthew turned around, she saw him properly from the front for the first time. "Well, miss, I've never done this before, and some of the other boys are so much bigger than me," he said, placing his hands on his penis and testicles. "Take your hands away at once, how am I supposed to examine you like this? And were there any boys who were smaller than you?" "Miss, there were a few boys who were smaller than me, yes."
Debbie was right, Matthew was going through puberty; he had a beautiful penis and testicles. On both sides of his penis, which was experiencing a growth spurt, were a few fine hairs. She felt that familiar tingling between her legs again and tried to suppress her trembling. "Now I have to measure you, Matthew, so hold still." She took her measuring tape and measured from her pubic bone to the tip of his foreskin, which had a
It had a red, rosebud-like tip that completely covered the glans. Three centimeters, not bad for a boy of just 13. She wondered how much more he would grow.
She grabbed his penis and wrapped the measuring tape around it. Five centimeters. She let go; he remained completely limp, embarrassed. "Okay, Matthew, I'm going to pull back your foreskin to make sure everything's alright." "Miss, it's okay, it's coming off." "Don't get in my way now, just stand still," she ordered.
Slowly, Debbie grasped his penis and began to pull back his foreskin. He was right; the skin slid back easily, revealing a gray-light blue, moist glans. She was very close to his penis, and he looked down at her as she continued to pull back the foreskin, exposing the inner foreskin, which was quite red and slightly sore. She immediately noticed a smell and saw some smegma on the back of the glans.
"Matthew, look here, do you see this white stuff?" "Yes, Miss." "It's called smegma, and you have to wash it off." "Every time you shower, pull back your foreskin and wash it, understand?" "Yes, Miss, I understand." "Don't lie to me, it wouldn't be here if you'd cleaned it last night or this morning, and judging by the amount you haven't cleaned down there for a few days!" "I have, Miss. I cleaned it in the shower last night, but not this morning because I was embarrassed." "Listen, Matthew, I know what I'm talking about, and are you saying there weren't any other boys in the shower last night?" "Miss, there were..." Matthew knew he'd been caught.
Debbie pulled his glans back. "I'm sick of this lying—turn around!" He did as he was told. She slapped his bare bottom as hard as she could. Four smacks, smacks, smacks, smacks. "OUCH!" cried Matthew. "Turn around again!" He did as he was told, and Debbie grabbed him. Penis again. She noticed now that it was beginning to stick out of his scrotum, and she lifted it up and held it up. She felt his testicles, first one, then the other. "Good, good," she said as she stood up and positioned herself behind the boy. Again she lifted his penis to keep it out of the way with her left hand and cradled his testicles with her right. As she bent forward, she breathed in... ahh, the smell of little boys... while she cradled his testicles, she told him to...
Turn your head to the right and cough, then to the left and cough again. "Good, good. At least you don't have a hernia, Matthew. Now I have another measurement," she said, as she released his now lengthening penis and scrotum, moved forward again, and sat down in front of him.
She looked at him. He was bright red, and his eyes were slightly watering from the humiliation of the slap. It didn't really hurt, but it was extremely embarrassing. It had been a long time since he'd been punished like this. Debbie grasped his thickening penis and pulled back the foreskin. The smell filled them both again. "Matthew, this is what it's supposed to smell like," she said, pulling the skin back and forth, pressing a little harder. Matthew's penis grew harder, longer, thicker, and harder. Debbie's hand trembled slightly as she remembered doing this with other boys when she was a child. "Matthew, are you masturbating, or do you call it jerking off?" Matthew didn't know what to say, but thought he'd better tell the truth.
"Yes, miss." "Okay, when was the last time you did it?" "Last Friday." "Okay, and are you producing sperm yet?" "Yes, miss, but only a little, when I feel like it." "Good boy, thank you for your honesty."
Matthew looked down at Debbie and noticed her beautiful breasts as she slowly brought him to climax. It felt wonderful, and he really hoped she would masturbate him. But she paused and reached for the measuring tape. "Now let's measure again," she said. She looked at his beautiful penis, hard and firm, lying flat against his still-developing stomach. The foreskin still covered the glans, but only just. She could see the glans peeking out from under the foreskin. She longed to slip her tongue inside the foreskin and lick his glans. Dirty or not, she was getting wet and aroused.
Professionalism might prevail in the future, she thought. She grasped his penis, guided it forward with her left hand, and placed the measuring tape against his pubic bone. While holding his penis with her left hand, she also pressed the end of the measuring tape against his pubic bone, between his very sparse pubic hair, while her right hand guided the tape to the tip of his hot, hard, stiff cock—he was really enjoying watching her and wanted to know his size too, since he hadn't measured it in a while—just under 10 cm. Debbie wrote it down and then measured the circumference at the thickest point in the middle of his penis—7.5 cm. "So, Matthew, I'd say you don't need to worry when you shower with the other boys, as you're a good size for your age, you see?" "Yes, miss, um, am I big or small?" "Matthew, you're a good height, and I know some grown men who are shorter than you, so don't worry. Now I'd like you to go over to the bathroom. There was a bathtub with a shower head above it and a shower on the faucet. I'm going to show you how to wash the parts you forgot, Matthew, so you'll know what to do in the future. I'll also make sure you come back so I can check that you're doing it right in the future. And without warning, you understand?" "Yes, miss."
She used the shower head to wet his penis (which was still erect) and testicles, and asked him to turn around and bend over so she could wet his anus, which had small bits of feces from his morning mess on it.
She soaped her hand and gently washed away the feces. She knew he would find this gentle washing arousing as she softly began to insert a finger into his anus.
Oh my God, I can't believe it, she's actually putting a finger in my asshole. Slowly, she curved her finger a little further down towards his perineum and felt his prostate, quite small, but it was there. She didn't massage it too intensely, took her hand away, and soaped it up to gently lick his anus again with her fingers. Oh, damn, he loved that.
"Turn around now, Matthew." He did as he was told, while she soaped her hands again. Debbie stared at his penis, which throbbed with each heartbeat. He watched her, his face flushed, as she reached forward with both hands on either side of his scrotum, washing the folds and running a few fingers over his perineum. "You absolutely must wash all the folds, Matthew, especially after sports, otherwise you could get an infection from all the sweat," she explained. "Yes, miss." Matthew was completely ecstatic, as he had never experienced such gentle touches before. He was always quite rough when he masturbated, and timing was crucial.
… he had never thought of such a soapy lubrication –
Debbie knew exactly what she was doing as she soaped his shaft, wrapped her hand around it, and slowly masturbated him, under the guise of cleaning him. Gradually, she increased the pressure, squeezing a little harder and moving downwards, watching the foreskin retract a little further each time until it clicked behind the glans. There was the glans, now dark red, and full of blood. Matthew watched as she formed a tunnel with her right hand, placed it at the tip of his glans, and slid her hand down his rock-hard, barely 13-year-old penis, pulling the foreskin all the way back. When she reached the base of his penis, she used her left hand and wiped away the smegma with her finger.
"So, Michael, let's clean you up completely, you have to do this, pay close attention." As she said this, she switched hands and held back the foreskin with her left hand, placing her thumb and fingers around the back of the glans and slowly wiping them together to clean both sides, gently squeezing the frenulum. Then she let the foreskin slide forward, and while her left hand washed his testicles, her right hand firmly grasped his 10 cm penis and masturbated him maybe six or seven times. Oh God, I can't take this much longer—"Miss, I, I, I'm getting the feeling." He whispered, "Okay, Matthew, you've been a good boy, just let it happen."
She felt his penis swell slightly, and as she pressed herself against his perineum, she felt the orgasm surge through his body. His legs felt weak, and he leaned against Debbie's shoulders as the orgasm coursed through him. Debbie pulled back his foreskin and watched as a small amount of clear semen trickled from his cleft. She was sure she'd masturbate herself later.
"Okay, Matthew, please stand up." He slowly removed his arms from her shoulders and stood up. He felt quite weak from the first orgasm he had ever experienced that had been given to him by someone else.
Debbie took the showerhead and rinsed Matthew's penis, testicles, and buttocks. His penis slowly went limp. "There you are, Matthew," she said, handing him a towel to dry himself. "Don't forget to dry both sides of your testicles and pull back your foreskin to dry the head." "No, miss," he said, as he did just that. "Now get dressed."
She watched him put on his school uniform. He was a really lovely boy and would make a good match for someone in the future.
"Matthew, I want you to understand that there is such a thing as doctor-patient confidentiality, and nothing that happened here will be shared with anyone. Understood?" "Yes, Miss." "Okay, then get back to your class, and ask Timothy Wells to come into the office." "Yes, Miss."
Matthew left the room feeling very pleased with himself.
Debbie sat on her chair, rubbed her very wet crutch, and almost immediately came in an overwhelming orgasm. She thought to herself that she would really enjoy this job.
Knock, knock, knock – “Come in – hello young man, who are you?”
„Wells Miss, Timmy Wells.“
“Come in, Wells! – So you’re new here, you’re on my list. We need to fill out a form,” she said, looking at the attractive blond boy with the blue eyes. “We’ll fill out the form and then proceed with the examination.” The form was filled out correctly.
"Timmy, you need to undress now so I can perform the medical examination. Take off everything except your underwear."
Timmy was just about to take off his blazer when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” called Sister Jones, without the slightest concern for the boy’s shame.
The school secretary came in with Sammy, Debbie's daughter, and announced that she had been sent home from school because the school was closing early for training.
Debbie had forgotten. That's why I brought her here, so you can guide Sister Jones.
"Thank you, Mrs. Baker. Come in, Sammy, and sit down over there and read a book."
Wells had stopped undressing, and the secretary left the room. He looked at Sister Jones and asked if he should really continue.
"Wells, what's wrong? Hurry up, boy, before you get slapped for wasting my time!" He stripped completely naked, down to his underwear. Sammy pretended to look at one of her books, but Debbie noticed she was watching this gorgeous boy undress. Sammy only ever saw boys with little clothing at the beach or the swimming pool.
Wells stood in front of Debbie. "Okay, Wells, sit down while we fill out the form!"
Wells was glad he didn't have to take his trousers off, especially not in front of a ten-year-old girl. The form was filled out, and she began to take his blood pressure. "Sammy, come here and write down the measurements for me. You can help me too, now that you're here, darling."
Sammy went to her mother's desk and sat down with a pencil in her hand. She looked into Timmy's blue eyes. "Sammy, it's Timmy, it's Sammy, my daughter." Timmy blushed as he looked at Sammy, who had a wide grin on her face. "Okay, Timmy, stand up and go to the measuring tape so we can measure your height: 1.63 m," she told Sammy. "Now stand on the scale and let's measure your chest: 86 cm," she said, and the measurement was noted.
"Now take your pants off, Wells!" Timmy looked at Debbie, then at Sammy, and then again with a horrified expression. "But... but I can't, not in front of a little girl, miss."
“You will, Wells, Sammy is my daughter, and she knows all about boys, doesn’t she, Sammy?” She looked at Sammy and winked: “Yes, Mummy.”
“But Miss…” Debbie interrupted him again, saying with some authority, “Well, if you don’t want to be severely punished, you won’t question my instructions anymore. Now take off your pants.”
She watched Sammy stare at the boy. She knew she'd never seen a naked boy before, except for one of her cousins who was still a baby. She found it exciting to show him what boys really looked like and felt herself getting wet again when Sammy moved a little so she could see him better.
Timmy hesitated, and Debbie approached him from behind and gave him two firm slaps on the bottom. "GUILT!" he cried. "Now, now, what did I say—take your pants off, or I'll have Sammy take them off for you."
“But Miss, this…”
"Be quiet, boy – Sammy, come here to the desk, in front of Wells, good, now get on your knees and pull Timmy's pants down –"
Timmy, stand up and put your hands on your head, now!
Debbie got very excited when she watched Sammy, her 10-year-old daughter, slowly pull down the underwear of a 13-year-old boy. And it was very slow – she placed her hands on either side of the boy's hips, grabbed the underwear, and began to pull it down slowly.
Debbie could see that Timmy had entered puberty, but wondered how far along he was. She looked at Timmy. He was more embarrassed than ever before, bright red and with tears in his eyes.