Jennys sicknote

Jennys heart was beating rapidly as she approached the school nurse's office. Without a doubt, her brilliant plan had backfired. Today was the day of Miss Graves dreaded maths exam. Jenny hated maths, what seemed to come so easily to others seemingly bounced off her. Her only hope was banging her head against the wall, repeatedly, way into the night. Lately her nights had consisted of gaming binges, and now it was too late to have any hope of passing.

In a moment of genius, she decided to fake illness, a fever. School regulations stated that with appropriate symptoms she would be sent home, allowing her a few more nights of self-torment over the books to the grim morning hours. That should be enough to pass the bloody thing she thought to herself.

What she hadn’t considered was the depth of Miss Graves no-nonsense attitude. Demanding a visit to the nurse rather than a swift dismissal. She was to return to Miss Graves with a sicknote, or fail the exam straight out.

So here she was, stomach fluttering, hands sweaty and heart beating through her chest, walking through the long corridor towards the nurses office.

The office was impractical for its use, it was more like a fishtank than anything else. It lay at the end of a long corridor running perpendicular to several classrooms. The wall facing the corridor was made entirely of large windows. The only privacy that separated the room from being a television screen were thick white blinds that seemed to flutter by the mildest breeze from the inside.

She knocked on the door apprehensively.

“Enter” a calm voice echoed from within.

Miss Samantha Brown was sitting at her desk. Objectively speaking Samantha was a very attractive woman, maybe in her mid-20s. She was skinny, but her body was athletic and firm. Large breasts, and a full bottom which she was very proud of. She kept her brown hair in a tight bun, which gave her a slightly intimidating aura, remedied by a broad smile she was always wearing. She was the envy of almost all the girls in the academy, the only one who came close to competing in appearance was Rachel.

“Jenny! What a surprise! why are you here?” Samantha said with a smile.

“Hey Samantha, I have a fever and need a note I can show to Miss Graves.” Jenny replied meekly

“A fever?” Miss Brown narrowed her eyes.

“Yes, I need a sicknote so that I may be sent home to rest”. Jenny somehow struggled to keep eye contact with Samantha, instead her eyes lingered on Samantha’s breasts, which were reluctantly kept in place by her undersized overalls. Her bright red bra peeking out from the ill-fitting fabric.

Miss Brown frowned, the nervous girl standing in front of her didn’t display any obvious symptoms, other than healthy sexual drive, noting how Jennys eyes darting towards her cleavage. Samantha didn’t mind the attention. In fact, she always had a soft spot for Jenny which reminded her so much of herself at that age. Despite Jennys lacking features, she was just overall cute! Her new hairdo of a bright pink streak next to her temple contrasting her (what she assumed) natural blonde hair color. She couldn’t help it; Jenny made her smile.

“Let’s get that checked out, wouldn’t want you to take the big math exam when you have a fever now would we” Samantha winked at the nervous girl.

Jennys eyes widened. She knew! Samantha knew! She knew today was the day of the exam!!!

Ignoring the clearly flustered girl in front of her Samantha tapped the green leather exam bench, “Go on, bend over here.” Jenny sat down in a daze, feeling like the world just collapsed in an eyeblink, failed exam, failed A levels, failed future, shed be a failure. Her gaze drifted from side to side, until they stopped at the thin white blinds fluttering peacefully from the draft.

Her view suddenly obstructed by the towering Miss Brown standing in front of her. Her mild expression gone, the towering character in front of her was wearing a strict and forceful expression, measuring Jenny with steel cold eyes.

In her right hand she held a large glass thermometer, it was far bigger than anything Jenny had ever seen. It must have been six inches long, nearly one inch thick. The imposing glass tube was marked with incremental ridges along its length.

“What… is that?.....”

“Oh this?” Samanthas mean demeanor faded into a bright smile as she looked into Jennys apprehensive eyes. “This is a mercury rectal thermometer. Its custom ordered, slightly larger than average”. Her eyes gleaming wickedly. “I find it particularly useful for young schoolgirls with fever symptoms”. She leaned closer to Jenny, her imposing height caused her cleavage nearly touching Jennys face. “See these ridges?” She dragged her fingers across the surface of the tube carefully. “They’re indented at certain intervals, each ridge indicates an insertion depth, the ones back here…” She motioned to the very end of the 6-inch instrument. “They give the most accurate reading”.

Just looking at it made Jenny swallow audibly; she felt a mixture of a knot of dread and a swarm of butterflies building in her stomach. The thought of that… Instrument… up in her….

“Now then” Miss Browns demeanor changed once more, to the steel eyed gaze looking in Jennys eyes. “Bend… Over….”

Jenny stood frozen… Unsure what to do, she clearly did not have a fever, yet… That glass tube…

She blushed