This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

BR&T date: Friday, 16 February 1996

"Sara Jessica! Report to the nurse's office," her teacher reminded her, tapping the yellow slip of paper that a boy had placed on her desk while passing out others to other students. It said "10:20" and nothing else. Everyone else getting one had left the papers where they were, in sight on their desk, so she imitated them. She'd been wondering all week why students sometimes stood and left the room and returned later, the teacher saying nothing about it whatsoever. A glance at the clock showed it was already a minute past the time written on her paper.

"What's this about?" she asked, as she stood.

"The school nurse will explain," he replied gruffly. "You're already late, so you better hurry. Take the note."

Sara rushed out of the classroom and down the hallway, glad that she had noticed a door with a caduceus on it the day before, and glad that she knew what it meant, since otherwise she would have had to hunt for the nurse's office. She opened the door and quickly entered. "I'm looking for the nurse," she told a man sitting at a desk against the wall between the door she had entered and another one across the room from it. "Do you know where to find her? I have this paper that says ten twenty and don't know what it's for."

"I'm Nurse Tears," the man told her, rhyming his name with fears, not bares. "Surprised? Like a man can't be a nurse or something? Don't be sexist!" he frowned at her. "You're late. If you're late next time, you'll go to the principal's office instead. Get in there," he commanded, pointing to another open door into an adjacent room.

Sara entered and looked around. Three walls were plain white, but one wall had a very large mirror, with a shelf above it, holding a few shoebox-sized plain boxes. A couple of storage cabinets sat below the mirror. A door leading out to the west hallway was closed and locked with a bolt. In the middle of the room she saw a strange contraption made mostly of clear plastic, seeming to be a round table with knobs and rods. Each of the four corners of the room had a large panel of frosted glass. Lights behind the panels illuminated the entire room evenly from all directions.

The nurse entered behind her, consulting a clipboard, and asked, "You're Sara Jessica Carson, from fourth grade east? Ten years and a couple months old, I see. First time here, right?" Sara nodded.

"This town is in a heavy forest," he began to explain, "which is great for the lumber mill, but the kids here don't get enough sunlight, so they don't get enough vitamin D. To avoid health problems, each student comes in for a vitamin D enhancement session every week. The girls come here, the boys go to the doctor's office in the room next door. You'll stand on this," he pointed to the clear round table, "the lights will come on," he waved at the panels of frosted glass, "it'll turn you around a few times, the lights will go off, and you'll go back to class. You'll do the same every week, usually the same day and time, but not always."

It sounded bizarre to Sara. Everything from the problem to the solution seemed rather far-fetched. But he was a nurse, so he must know. Besides, if every student in school did this every week, being the one who refused would surely get her in trouble. She climbed up onto the round clear plastic table as directed.

"Take off all of your clothes first," he commanded.

"What!?" she exclaimed. "No!"

"When you come in for a session, you have to do it yourself, with no one else in the room, and you have to do it right. I'll explain it to you just once, so you better pay attention, and you better do as you're told. Didn't anyone explain that to you yet? I'm going to spank you once for not doing what you were told right away, and I'll add more if I have to. If I get to three and you still don't do what you're told, I'll just send you to the principal and let him deal with you. Would you like that?"

"No," Sara said, "no, no." There was no way the nurse could be as bad as the principal. She sullenly removed her shoes and socks, then she lifted her dress and pulled it off, with her back to him, facing the wall with the mirror.

He took her shoes, socks, and dress and put them against the wall by the door. He waited awhile longer, looking at her impatiently. "I said all of your clothes. Now you're at two swats. Do you remember what happens if you get past three? That's better," he said, while watching her slide her panties down to her ankles and step out. Looking over her shoulder at him, she held both hands behind her, hiding what she could from him. "Leave your clothes here each time," he said, dropping her panties over by the wall with the rest. "Now notice the places for you to put your arms out," he pointed at two clear plastic rods beside her, making a V toward the ceiling, "and places to put your feet," he added, indicating a pair of clear plastic rods on each side of the table beside her. "Put your feet between them, inside the circles."

Bashfully, she obeyed. With her feet in the required position between the pairs of plastic rods, her legs spread wide apart.

"Make sure your lips are open."

Baffled, Sara opened her mouth and held it open.

"What are you doing?" he asked derisively.

"Keeping my lips open," she said, still confused.

"Not those lips, stupid!" he barked. "Shut your mouth and get your lips open."

Ashamed, Sara reached down and opened her pussy with her fingers, exposing her clitty and every other detail within, glad he was beside her so he couldn't see. Then she realised that with the huge mirror in front of her, it didn't matter much where he was. She blushed crimson.

"You're at three swats now," he warned. "I'm not going to add any more. If you disobey or act like you're stupid even one more time, I'll just send you straight to the principal exactly the way you are!" He picked up a pair of ultra-black goggles and handed them to her. "Put these on." Seeing her look of scepticism, he cautioned, "You'll want the goggles on, believe me. When the bright panel lights come on, it'll be too late to get them, so you better make sure you never forget them. When the goggles are on, put your arms out along the supports and find the control buttons, one for each hand. Don't press them until I tell you!"

Sara put on the goggles. They were so small they only covered her eyes, but the lenses were so dark she couldn't see anything at all through them. The narrow rubber straps, designed to stay snug on any girl from kindergarten to sixth grade, felt terribly tight on Sara. She reached out and found the supports. Ashamed of being naked in front of him, even if she couldn't see him, but terrified of being sent to the principal (let alone going down the hall and into his office that way), Sara stretched her arms out and located the control buttons with her fingers.

"Now I'll give you the three swats you get for not doing what you were told right away." Rather than use his clipboard, he slapped her ass with his hand, not nearly as hard as she feared he would. The three slaps on her bare mounds stung and made her scream, but also made her glad she hadn't been sent to the principal instead. "Now I'll leave," he told her, "and as soon as I close the door, you press the buttons. The machine will start up, run awhile, and shut off automatically at the right time. Then you can get dressed and return to class. You'll do the same thing every week, each time you come back." Instructions finished, he added, "Last warning, in case you were thinking of disobeying: it won't come on if you're out of position, either feet or hands, and I can tell whether it comes on, even from outside the room."

Sara heard the door close, and felt so relieved that she was finally alone, instead of standing naked and spread out like that with some man looking at her. She felt for the control buttons again and pressed them. As she did, she immediately felt warmth on her from all sides. She could see tiny light cracks on the sides of the goggles, that she hadn't seen with the normal room lights. Suddenly, she also felt something pull against her ankles, and very soon after, more loops of something strong pulled tight around her wrists. "Hheeeyeeayyy!" she screamed as all four loops pulled even tighter. She squirmed, but couldn't move either her arms or her legs.

A humming noise started, along with clicking sounds repeating every few seconds, and Sara got the sensation of heat from the light panels gradually moving, warming different parts of her body as the platform began to slowly turn, taking her with it.

The inside rods slid closer to her feet, then continued outward, pushing her feet wider and wider apart until she could barely stand. Since the loops on her wrists held her tightly, her arms couldn't slide down along the support rods, so she stretched instead. Desperately, she let go of the control buttons, but that didn't stop it. Helpless, terrified, and blind, Sara wailed "Help! Help!! Helllllp!"

The nurse called from the other room, "The lights are on. It's working fine. It'll shut itself off when it's time. I can't enter the room without goggles on, and do you really want me to come back in there with you, anyway?"

She tried to remember that every student at the school went through this every week, the girls there in the nurse's office, and the boys in the doctor's office in the next room. If they could survive it, she could. She stopped screaming for help and just moaned, waiting and waiting and waiting for the machine to shut off.

In the next room, a man in a comfy recliner grinned at a boy from one of the school's classes, and two other men, also seated comfortably. Waving at the one-way mirror, he whispered, "Damn, this one is beautiful! Glad I noticed the camera malfunction last night. I'd sure hate for anyone to miss this one's first time. I can't wait to see her up close."

"She's even better'n Kaiah, up close!" the boy chuckled. "And that's sayi-"

"Keep it down," the man hissed at him. "That isn't soundproof like the one in the girls shower room." Then he snorted and added, "But you're probably right, ya lucky bastard."

"They're pretty close, but I'd say he's right," the doctor whispered, "and I've seen this one up-closer than anyone, so far, anyway, so you can take my word for it, Ken."

"I won't need to take your word for it, Poison," Ken retorted in a hushed voice. "This girl will make a great poster, even though she's been fucked already, obviously. I wonder where that happened, since she just got here? As soon as I print the test shot, life size, I'll get a better look at her than even you had, I'll bet, long before they're for sale in shops. Then I'll be the judge of who's best."

The nurse, entering and taking a seat in a recliner reserved for him, softly said "Put her name in for the assembly, please!"

"Already did," the music teacher laughed quietly from another recliner, "and that's what I can't wait to see!"