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 The Estate (C)2003 d.  edwards/san francisco

   Chapter 22

   Reaching to one side, Annabel quickly started pumping on the lever,
raising the seat and to John's increasing alarm, steadily picking his knees
up and pushing his backside well into the air.  Surprised he began
struggling to rock himself loose, but the sturdy wide legs made it nearly
impossible.  Annabel slid a pillow under his face, now flush with blood
from his upending.

   ''Still comfy?" she asked, bending over to look into his eyes and seeing
the fear there.  ''No?  That's fine too,'' she smiled, patting his head, as
she continued to raise his bottom into the air until his knees lost contact
with the floor.  Julie came over and placed several items directly in front
of John, giving him a good look at the instruments they would select from
for his punishment.  She picked one up and held it close for John to see.
It looked like a small version of a cricket bat, about two feet long, with
a wooden handle.  "This is made of styrofoam covered in nylon", she said,
showing him the smooth bat.  "It feels like this,'' she said, striking John
swiftly on the arm with a loud pop, surprising him that it didn't sting to
badly.  He almost began to believe that the punishment about to be
administered by these two young nurses wouldn't be so bad after all.  At
the same time Annabel went behind him, and started unsnapping his plastic
panties and loosening the adhesive strips of his diapers.  Lowering the
back of his diaper she taped the adhesive edges to his thighs, keeping his
penis neatly folded in the absorbent materials of the liner and exposing
his two newly smoothed cheeks, still pink from the hair removal.  Slipping
on a plastic glove she opened a small glass jar and very carefully began
spreading a small dollop of pale red ointment over his cheeks and upper
thighs.  The smell of cinnamon and peppers reached John's nose and he began
to squirm at the slow fire that was beginning to build back there.

   ''Unless you want some of this on your more delicate areas I'd hold
still if I were you,'' she warned, continuing to work the ointment firmly
into his skin.  Try as he might John couldn't hold still, the salve making
him feel like his backside was being cooked slowlyover hot coals.  He began
to panic again, his breath coming in hoarse gasps as his hips twitched back
and forth, trying to escape the agony of her hands as they continued
working the ointment deeper into his inflamed skin.  Sighing, she put down
the jar and unhooked a wide velcro strap from under the stool.  Fastening
it to one side she cinched Johns hips down tightly with a firm tug,
anchoring the strap to the other side, allowing only the slightest
movement. Watching his cheeks flex and spread under her hand, she felt that
familiar warmth start to spread between her legs.  Annabel came around to
kneel alongside John, picking up his head in her lap.  She wiped his
running eyes and nose gently with her skirt, keeping him focused on her. 
"Other than the clamp there's nothing here that really causes physical
damage", she said, "The goal of pain isn't to maim or scar, it's to
instruct.  The next few minutes are to help you make a change in your
behavior." His eyes looked up at her, begging, and he started to whimper,
seeing no mercy in her deep brown eyes.  "The ointment I just applied
contains chemicals which lower the pain threshold several hundred times,
making even a slight stroke of my finger feel like a torch." He was
quivering now, almost faint with anticipation at her words.  He clenched
his buttocks together only to quickly release them at the spike of heat it
caused when the inflamed cheeks touched.

   ''You think the clamp is something,'' she mused, shaking her head,
''wait till you feel the first stroke, it's very special." He began
whimpering with fear as he heard Julie moving around behind him.

   ''Julie?", she asked, seeing the other nurse kneel down and raise the
bat, "You can begin with one stroke every fifteen seconds".  She shook her
wristwatch down and held it for John to see the second hand.

   ''It's simple math really," she said,"Four strokes a minute, ten
minutes, forty strokes, right?'' John, almost insensible with the fire in
his backside, could only nod, hoping against all logic that she'd relent
somehow.  Instead, she offered him a pacifier, forcing it into his mouth
before he could protest.

   ''That's to help with the pain,'' she said solemnly and looking up at
Julie, nodded for her to begin.

   Chapter 23

   Julie lightly struck his inflamed right cheek causing the pacifier to
fly out of his mouth with a hoarse shout as his arms and legs thrashed
uselessly.  Gasping at the searing heat in his backside John tipped over
the edge into panic at being unable to escape the pain,and began babbling
for her to stop, pleading for mercy before Annabel placed the pacifier back
into his mouth to muffle his screams.  Julie leaned back and began her
second stroke.  After the first two and a half minutes Julie smiled with
grim satisfaction to see a yellow stain spreading in John's liner, the pain
having finally won the struggle for control over his bladder.  With a small
gesture she indicated to Annabel what had happened, and paused with her
beating while the other nurse began to talk to him.

   ''John,'' she turned his head slightly to get his attention,
"John......" She waited for him to focus on her, watching as his eyes began
to track on her, coming back from wherever he went to cope with the pain.

   "I think we've had almost enough..." she began, seeing his eyes come
back to life with this unexpected mercy.  He searched her face, pleading
silently with tear swollen eyes.

   "If you promise to do exactly what I say, when I ask you to, without
hesitation..." she said slowly, making sure he understood all that meant.
He nodded slowly, taking a deep shuddering breath at this unexpected mercy,
nodded again, this time more certain.  She held his eyes for a few seconds,
knowing full well he'd agree to anything but wanting to make sure he
understood and would obey.

   "OK," she said finally, watching him sag with a small whimper of relief.
Moving to the lever she lowered him back to the ground, letting his knees
gradually take his weight while Julie loosened the belt over his hips.  He
folded to the floor in a limp heap, rolling to his side and lying there,
breathing slowly.  Julie removed the diaper from the back of his legs. 
Bending over him Annabel whispered "Remember, you promised", to which he
again nodded slowly in agreement.

   "Good", she said, rolling him onto his back, causing him to cry out at
the sudden contact of his swollen cheeks with the thick pile of the rug,
"Let's finish up your spanking."

   ''Raise your legs please", she insisted, waiting for him to respond. 
Sobbing, his legs trembled as he slowly tried to raise them, getting almost
a foot off the carpet.  Smiling with triumph at her partner, Annabel
reached over him and pulled his legs further over his chest by the ankle
restraint, bringing his swollen red buttocks and shrunken scrotum into
view. He was crying with a deep racking sob, looking at Annabel with
betrayal in his eyes.  It almost softened her heart, seeing him so easily
tricked by her words.  "Sweety," she said softly, "I said almost, didn't
I?" "Hold your legs up like this for the next two minutes and we'll be
finished, I promise", she said, picking up the bat and moving to his rear.
Placing her left hand behind his knee to steady him in that position she
began to lightly slap each inflamed cheek, causing him to buck against her
hand and to scream around the pacifier at each stroke.  Gradually
increasing the tempo and intensity of her stroke, John trembled under her
hand, his buttocks quivering as he strained to hold his position and fight
off the pain.  She paused briefly after the first minute to get a small
liner in place on his belly, under his penis, certain that the last thirty
seconds would loosen his control again.  Picking up the bat she continued,
this time slowing down but taking a full swing every time, the sound of the
impact echoing in the room over his constant screaming.  At the ten second
mark she gripped his leg more firmly, took careful aim and smacked him
once, directly on his exposed anus and scrotum, causing him to nearly arch
out of her hand and try to roll over to protect himself.  Her hand held him
firmly in place and she continued a lighter, rapid paddling, making sure to
cover as wide an area as possible in the time remaining.

   "Five...four...three..two...one....Done," she counted, marking each
second with a sharp smack.  He collapsed again, crying freely, rolling away
from her and trying to keep his bright red cheeks away from the floor.

   "Now lets get you cleaned up and re-diapered and we can call Delores
back in, OK?", she asked, not expecting an answer.  She folded up the
soaked liner lying on the floor and started putting away all the equipment
lying around her.  Julie bent over John and gently spread a thick quilt
under his tender backside, rolling him back onto the padded surface.  She
gently wiped the sweat and dried spittle from his face, brushing back his
damp hair then turned to his smooth belly and groin with a cool damp cloth,
careful not to touch the inflamed areas of his thighs, the skin still an
angry red.  He calmed under her delicate care as she had him raise his legs
again for her to tuck a thick diaper and liner under him, cooing soft words
of encouragement at his new cooperation.  Holding his legs in the air she
started to apply a soothing creme to his raw backside, warning him first of
her intentions.  He jerked under her initial touch but started to relax,
moaning softly as she slowly spread the creme over each reddened cheek and
thigh, cooling them off.  She lowered his legs and firmly tucked the thick
diaper and liner around him, getting him ready for the evening.

   Chapter 24

   Seeing her pager blink, Delores left her office and returned quickly to
the nursery, surprised to find herself unusually anxious over John's well
being.  Those few precious moments before his outburst had touched her more
deeply than she had expected, and the last two hours alone had given her
time to begin sorting out her feelings.  Turning the corner of his room she
slowed when she saw the three of them on the quilt...  John, well diapered,
curled up and lying in Julie's arms, taking the second of his three
bottles, Annabel kneeling quietly next to them, reading.  Casting her
senses out she could detect nothing to cause her alarm, and her anxiety
faded as she watched them for a minute, the only sounds coming from John as
he pulled steadily on the nipple in his mouth.  Looking up at the sound of
Delores' steps, Julie smiled and gave her a thumbs up, motioning her over.

   ''He's been a perfect lamb,'' she said as Delores folded herself down
beside her.  Puzzled and a bit disappointed as to why John still had his
eyes closed after hearing her enter she looked inquiringly at the two
nurses, asking silently for the reason.

   ''He made a promise,'' Annabel said simply, ''Before you entered we told
him to finish the bottles, eyes closed, and not to budge one little bit. 
He's been perfect all this time.  You should be seeing much better behavior
from now on.''

   ''How long did he last?'' Delores asked, noticing only a slight pause in
John's nursing at suddenly hearing her voice.  The three women smiled.

   ''Two minutes, thirty seconds on the stand before wetting,'' Julie said
proudly, ''and then another two minutes on his own, unrestrained.'' She
glanced down and saw a flush of embarrassment rise along his neck, but his
nursing didn't waver.  Delores, seeing his face and body laying calmly in
Julie's arms, was impressed.  The sound of an empty bottle got their
attention as Julie leaned John forward to burp him before starting the
third bottle.

   ''Here, let me.'' said Delores, suddenly feeling a desire to have him in
her arms.  Julie's eyes flicked over to Annabel, both mildly surprised at
the head nurses urgency, but she deferred to the older woman, passing a
cloth diaper over to her and sitting John upright before shifting out of
the way.  His eyes still closed, John listened to their bodies rustling
around him and felt Delores' hands lean him forward.  She folded a diaper
over her shoulder and pressed him softly to her, leaning back against the
padded cushion Annabel had placed behind her.  He felt the soft swell of
her breasts touch his bare skin as he was pressed into her, his chin coming
to rest on her shoulder.  With his eyes closed he was keenly aware of the
smell of her neck and hair and the faint hint of a perfume under her ear.
He took a deep quivering breath, again tensing against her soft maternal
caress, waiting......He heard a faint cry, a child it seemed, perhaps
somewhere in another room...........and relaxed into her.  Hearing his
faint moan, she glanced gratefully at both of them, thanking them with her
eyes as they sat there enjoying the moment, the quiet tempo of her patting
the only sound in the room.