The Governess- 4

‘If you would just take off your clothes in there.’ She pointed to the first
cubicle. ‘I will prepare you a jar.’ The nurse moved over to the sinks.
Richard looked up into as he entered the cubicle but could find no curtain to
pull across. Feeling uncomfortable he began to undress. The nurse was still busy
at the sink as he stood in his underpants, the rest of his clothes folded on the
chair beside him.
‘Are you ready yet.’ She said as she turned toward him with a jar in her hand.
‘Ah..’ She looked at the boy ‘You will have to take those off I’m afraid.’
Richard blushed and bent forward, slowly he took off the woollen pants holding
them in front of himself.
The nurse put down the jar and approached him. He timidly looked up to see her
standing before him. The nurse looked amused at his embarrassment. Her smile
made him blush even more. ‘I will see if I can find a bag for these.’ She
reached for the clothes beside him and picked up his boots from the floor. She
placed them on top of the pile and gently pulled the underpants away from the
boy’s grasp. Richard quickly covered himself with his hands. The nurse smiled
down at him, her red lips revealing even white teeth. Her eyes widened in mock
surprise as she looked down on his naked body. “You’re not embarrassed are you
Richard?” He looked down timidly, his hands pressed tightly over his genitals.
‘I think I will have to find you something to do with those hands.’ She turned
and put the clothes down on top of the rubber-covered table and picked up the
glass jar she had been holding earlier. It was large and rounded with a long
straight stem, the lip being about four inches in diameter.
‘Come over here, I want you to give me a urine sample.’ The nurse took hold of
the boy’s shoulder and led him to the centre of the room. She bent on one knee
in front of him. Deliberately she placed her fingers around the boy’s wrist and
gently pulled his hand away from the juncture of his thighs.
‘Take your hands away, there’s a good boy.’ She said softly. Richard was
blushing as he let his hands fall to his sides.
‘Now just stand there, with your legs astride, there that’s the way.’ Richard
nervously stood with his legs apart, his face beginning to turn a brighter red.
The nurse looked up, her brown eyes noting his embarrassment.
‘Don’t be shy, I am not going to hurt you.’ She lifted the glass container up
under his penis, making sure the cold glass touched his testicles. Richard
shuddered as he felt the touch of the container, his scrotum recoiling as she
pressed it against his genitals.
‘Now I just want you to urinate in this, take of hold of it, there that’s it.’
She took his wrist placing his hand on the rim. Richard took hold of the jar
using both hands
.’That’s the way.” She smiled as she reached for his clothes and stood in front
of him.
‘See what you can do, there’s a good boy’. The nurse carried his clothes with
her as she walked into the corridor.
Richard tried to urinate but even the cold of the glass pressed against him did
not help. It was a few moments before he felt the telltale sensations in his
lower stomach. He began to urinate, his bladder disgorging his urine in a rush.
To his horror the door opened and a young nurse walked in bringing Janet with
her. Richard looked at them his face full of anguish, as if to tell they had
made a mistake.
‘Ah I thought we would find him in here.’ The small blonde hair’d nurse turned
to Janet as she spoke. She did not seem in the least concerned at seeing Richard
naked, or the fact that he was urinating helplessly. Richard’s face turned
bright red as both the nurse and Janet turned towards him.
‘He is just having to give his urine sample. ‘The nurse said to Janet, her tone
quite indifferent to the boy’s pleading look.
The epaulettes of the nurse’s starched white tunic bore one gold stripe. Her
shapely legs were firm and tanned, her thighs showed through the flap of her
skirt which finished well above her knees. She wore white shoes, the soles
silent upon the floor as she moved to stand in front of him. Janet looked down
at the jar, noticing how large his young penis was as it lay resting on the
glass rim. She had often wondered how he would look without clothes. She
examined his body, noting his perfect proportions. Richard stood helplessly, his
face suffused in red as he continued to urinate helplessly. She observed the
look of pure terror on his face as he tried to twist his body away from their
gaze.
‘I’m sorry Richard, they didn’t tell me they had started.’ She said softly.
Richard had nearly stopped urinating but could not stop his body giving one
final shudder spilling more urine into the jar. Before he could turn away the
nurse had stooped down and taken the jar. She took hold of his penis, circling
the flesh with her fingers. Deftly she squeezed the last few drops of urine into
the jar. Janet looked down at the boy’s genitals as the nurse gently pulled the
young boy’s penis. She raised her head to look at his face. A flush of pity went
out to him as she observed his acute embarrassment. Richard could not bring
himself to meet her gaze, but lowered his head to avoid eye contact. The nurse
lowered the jar lifting his penis as she took it from between his thighs.
‘Just stay where you are and I will be back in a moment.’ She said to Richard as
she took the jar away from him and placed it on the sink. She attached a label
and wrote Richard’s name on it.
Janet leaned forward and touched Richard’s shoulder. ‘I am so sorry Richard, I
had no idea, please look at me.’ She whispered softly to him as he looked up a
small tear in the corner of his eye. He had pressed his knees together and had
once more covered himself with his hands.
The nurse returned with a small square of gauze. She pushed the boy’s hands away
as she bent on one knee in front of him.
‘I’ll just do this and then we can try and locate his clothes.’ She said to
Janet as she looked over her shoulder. She took hold of the boy’s penis and
squeezed it drawing her hand slowly down to the glans.
Richard watched in horror as her hand encircled him, her delicate fingers cool
on his skin. Through tear-filled eyes, he watched the nurse pull his foreskin
back and gently squeeze the tip of his penis. A small drop of urine escaped on
to the gauze pad.
The nurse stood and turned toward Janet, seemingly unaware of the distress she
had caused the young boy. ‘I think Nurse Carter has probably taken his clothes
to the locker room, shall we go and have a look.’ She waved her hand forward as
she moved toward the door.