The Nude Nurse and the Master of the Whip.
Part 31 March 30, 1974 - The Fourth Day, evening
Dean Robert Hawkins sat in his comfortable, wood-paneled, study with his best friends on the faculty, James Robinson and Bob Meeker.
They had been friends now for over fifteen and had shared many pleasures. Earlier they had shared a fine, though perhaps too generous dinner at the Faculty Club. Right now, they were gathered around a warm fire, sipping some very nice 15-year-old single malt and reminiscing.
Robert turned the talk to a new topic. “Gentlemen, I’m sure you remember about seven months ago, we had the pleasure of sampling the charms of a Miss Eulalia Burns?”
“What? Oh yes! The nursing student with better body than mind?” chimed in James.
“Oh yes, much better body. And a talented mouth, I’d say. A bit of a submissive slut, wasn’t she? Seemed a little off her head. What?” said Bob.
“The very one. I would venture to say that, despite lacking in any mental abilities, the girl was able to provide a very sensuous evening for us. But I’m very sorry to report that there will be no repeat performance.”
“Why not, Robbie, I’d go for one.”
“I as well!”
“Miss Burns took it into her little head to complain that we had treated her ‘disrespectfully.’”
“I had great respect for her,” cracked James. “For her very talented mouth!”
“And I respected her ass with every paddle I gave!” Bob chuckled.
“Agreed, we all did. But her feeble mind was offended and she broke up with me the next day and threatened to report us to the Principal. I explained to her that Women’s Liberation and such was fine and good, but even in the modern world of 1974, she would never be believed against three respected, senior faculty. I think my inexorable logic might have penetrated her thick skull.”
“I wouldn’t be sure of that, old man,” advised Bob. “Never met one this these girls yet who didn’t let their ‘feelings’ and their hormones rule their tiny brains.”
“Indeed,” said James. “How can you trust the common sense of a creature whose hormones make them off their head once every month?”
“I don’t disagree gentleman. I’ve kept a close watch on her, and so far, she hasn’t made a move. I have used my influence to make things here damned miserable for her, hoping she’d leave.”
“Quite proper, Robert. Ungrateful bitch to not appreciate the magnanimous gesture you made in letting her associate with you.”
“Right you are! These silly young girls have to know their place.”
“That’s how I felt. Then, a month ago she left on some do-good mission with the Red Cross to Chile, of all places.”
“Better there than here, if she a possible problem.”
“Exactly, but she would be returning back after a three month leave. Therefore, while she wasn’t here, I filed a complaint against her for trying to seduce faculty for better grades. I got two others who’d had affairs with to back me up. Being Dean, I was able to short-list the right men for the examining board, and they ruled three days ago.”
“Let me guess, old chum,” Bob said scratching his jaw in feigned thought. “She lost!”
“Totally. Found guilt of gross sexual misconduct, gross academic misconduct and gross lack of integrity. Expelled with prejudice and the charges and findings added to her academic record. She won’t be back here. Nor will she be accepted at any other school for nursing or even for a level 1 SCOTCAT program. Miss Burns is permanently excluded from the world of academics.”
“Here, here!” said Bob, and they all drank a toast to the news.
“And I received what might be even better news this morning. Through my Third World Nursing Outreach Program...”
“The one where you teach these military thugs to keep their torture victims alive?” interrupted James with a wink to Bob.
“Ahem; you know that isn’t the way I’d describe it,” said Robert with a wink back. “Two days ago, the first student in the program from Chile informed me that our dear Miss Burns had been arrested as a possible spy. I gladly passed on all I could to help them. The longer she’s rots in a Chilean prison, the longer she’s out of our hair!”
“True, old chum. Still, I miss spanking her ass while she sucked our meat.” Mused Bob.
“I think we can assume that ass will get a good workout from the Chilean military.” Laughed James.
“That’s not the end of it! This morning I received a phone call from the officer in charge of the investigation, a Colonel Rodriguez. He pumped me for further information on her sexual habits and appetites. I told him all I knew and even embellished some. Miss Burns is, it turns out, a lesbian nympho! The Colonel lapped it up.”
“Sounds like he might have the pleasure of sampling the body of a Miss Eulalia Burns as well,” quipped Bob. All three laughed heartily.
“Even better, the Colonel invited me to fly down there to ‘review my program.’ He assured me I would have a chance to watch Eulalia’s private interrogations. From what I’ve heard those people can be nasty, even extremely brutal!”
“Is there room for one or two more in the observation room!” Asked James. Bob and Robert almost spilled their Scotch from laughing.
“Not this trip, old friend. But if things work out, we might need to send a committee in a few weeks to observe progress there. I gather they have an inexhaustible supply of girls to interrogate.”
“If duty calls, I’m prepared,” said James, flashing a masturbatory gesture.
“And would you believe the coincidence. This afternoon I got a call from an old acquaintance at the Red Cross in Geneva. A Dr. Windar. He and I go way back. He and I share the calling to be stern disciplinarians. Anyway, he was calling about Miss Burns since they were responsible for her being there. I told him much of the dirt I told the Colonel. She’s unreliable, slutty, a lesbian who has tried to seduce almost everyone she’s contacted. I told him she’d been expelled and recommended he do the same to stay out of trouble.”
“Sounds like Miss Burns will be on her own in Chile. How delicious!” said Bob with a wistful look.