Changes for Susan

Humiliation is an important part of Susan's training. It keeps her docile and sweet, making her a more appealing sissy. I spend a lot of time thinking about how best to humiliate Susan while keeping within the bounds of what is allowed by the Sissification School Board when it occurred to me that for a very long time, Susan had skipped out on something very simple that really is for her own good. It's something that every girl goes through and that a few lucky sissies do, too. Susan was due to get her period.

When Susan came in, I blindfolded her in order to dress her. This was a major deviation from our normal routine, so she knew something was up. Once she was dressed, her hair done and a little bit of simple make-up applied, I told her to go to the restroom and brush her teeth, use the toilet, and just generally make sure she was ready for her day at school. Susan knows better than to argue with me about whether or not she has to go, so she just went into the bathroom like a good girl.

As she brushed her teeth like a good girl, I slipped into my vintage style nurse uniform and cap and laid out a few things I'd prepared earlier. Then from the bathroom came a loud, girlish shriek. Susan had discovered the red stain in her panties!

Instead of finishing her toilet, she came rushing out, her excitement tempered with dread. Her shock at finding she was suddenly a woman was added to by the shock of seeing me in a nurse's uniform, another first for her.

Susan has a bad habit of putting her fingers in her mouth when she's excited, surprised, or afraid and being all three now, her fingers were again in her mouth. A quick order to hold out her hand for five slaps with a wooden paddle on each hand fixed that quickly enough and she was ordered to strip, put on a robe, and climb up onto the antique, green leathered exam table.

Her legs spread and her knees pointing to the sky, I proceeded to give Susan a very thorough exam. Her temperature was taken and she was examined with pen light and speculum. She shivered the whole time and even got a little wet. When you're a chaste little school sissy any attention at all is enough to get you excited!

I also gave Susan the rest of a basic exam, weighing her, listening to her heart, and checking her eyes and ears. In her shock at pulling down her panties, she had forgotten to actually use the restroom, so a urine sample was also taken as she squatted on the toilet, legs apart and I stood by holding the cup as she looked shyly away.

Of course, there was only one conclusion to draw. Susan would need sanitary pads. Of course, like any school nurse worth her salt, I was stocked with a good supply in all different forms. Poor Susan spent the next half hour being fitted for a sanitary pad, having to model them beneath her uniform skirt before I finally prescribed a single, un-gummed, overnight pad in a sanitary belt. And six strokes with the leather strap to the back of the legs was added to her punishment for soiling her panties and not even thinking of washing them out in the sink like a good girl.

From then, we proceeded to Susan's lessons. She had written an essay on an Angela Brazil novel she'd just read. When she received her caning for mistakes she'd made in it, the sanitary pad made a very amusing sound. Being sent home, Susan had to continue to wear her pad and, since I wouldn't be there to help her through the first scary night, I tucked a diaper into her bag as well with strict instructions to wear it to bed.

Here's a fun video that might help other sissies going through a similar change...