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 Story: Bethany's Bikini Clinic
"Hello - I - I'd like - I'm uh, supposed to make an appointment there,"

stammered a male voice at the other end of the phone.

   Bethany knew from the shaken voice what she was to ask next.

   "What's the case number?" she asked.

   "C seven one sixty four X."

   Bethany smiled to herself.  "What day do you want to make the
appointment?"

   "I just want to get it over with."

   "I have an opening at 2:30 this afternoon."

   "Uh, yes - okay."

   "The appointment will require a half hour.  Don't be late."

   Bethany entered the case number in the online database and retrieved the
information she'd need.  She knew from the first letter of the case number
that she would administer a grade C, or severe, discipline session to the
young man who called.  She decided she'd give him two dozen paddle strokes
followed by two dozen cane strokes.

   Bethany's clinic was one of several small outfits in the city which
participated in administering court ordered discipline to repeat offenders.
The experimental program was implemented with the goal of decreasing the
jail population and decreasing the long term (and expensive) probation
process.

   Bethany had quickly earned the trust of the overseers of the program. 
The undercover auditors weeded out the untrustworthy clinics by posing as
offenders and offering money if they'd dispense with the actual discipline.
Bethany consistently ushered them out the door and filed reports when this
happened.

   Bethany does more than court-ordered discipline.  She also administers
discipline in role-play situations and has a steady clientele of subjects,
both single and accompanied by their wives or girlfriends.

   Bethany loves all the sessions.  She loves to discipline, and has an
uncanny sense of knowing what is most effective, whether in a court ordered
session or with her more consenting clientele.

   At 2:28 the buzzer indicated that the person who called that morning had
arrived.  She released the lock and let him in.  A nervous male of about 28
sheepishly entered, and he came up to the counter.

   "Let me see your ID," Bethany instructed.  He showed her that he really
was the one who made the appointment and not a stand-in.  She pressed a
couple of controls under the counter which started three hidden video
cameras in the discipline room.  "Okay, come this way," she said, and led
him to a separate room.  The purpose of the room was immediately obvious.
One wall was adorned with various instruments of correction: paddles,
straps, canes, and various sizes of enema bags.  A small cart held some
other equipment: disposable gloves, thermometers, lubricant, antiseptic. 
The most imposing characteristic of the discipline room was a heavy padded
structure in the center.  There was no doubt that its purpose was to hold a
recipient bound in place for punishment.

   "I want you to strip completely.  Put your clothes on that chair.  I'll
be back in a few minutes." Then she left him alone.

   His heart pounded as he realized there was no escape from the
consequences of something very foolish he had done months ago.  He
nervously took off all his clothes and stood awkwardly in the room while he
waited for Bethany to return.

   He heard a noise, and his eyes widened when Bethany entered the room. 
She had changed clothes, and was dressed in a bikini bathing suit and
fashion boots.  She was more imposing with the visual dissonance created by
her outfit - a blend of sensual beauty and authority.

   The young man gazed at Bethany from top to bottom.  Her long straight
brown hair, her eyeglasses, her country-girl look, and trim figure.  Her
bikini-clad hips, firm slender thighs, and dark fashion boots.

   Bethany walked over to the punishment bench.  "Come over here now, and
lean over.  I'm going to bind you in place."

   With an anxious look on his face, he did her bidding.  An audible sigh
escaped from him as he bent over the structure.  He knew that once bound
into place, there would be no escape.  Bethany's touch almost comforted him
as she gently grasped one hand and attached a binding strap around his
wrist; then, the other one.  She cinched a wide binding strap around his
waist, holding his bared bottom in place for what was to come.  Then came
the binding straps just above his knees.

   Bethany smiled when her captive male clenched his bottom cheeks several
times.  She sprayed antiseptic solution on his bottom and wiped it off. 
The clip-clop of her boots reverberated through the room as she walked over
to the collection of punishment instruments hanging on the wall and picked
up a Spencer paddle.  She stood where he could see her.

   "You know that your punishment today will be severe.  I'm going to give
you twenty four swats with this paddle, followed by twenty four strokes
with a rattan cane.  I will present them in sets of six, with a short break
between sets.  I will begin now."

   The long-haired bespectacled Bethany got in position to administer.  She
extended her arm and lightly touched the paddle on both nether cheeks of
the bound male.  Then with her gaze fixed on the soon to be reddened bare
bottom, she brought the paddle back, pressed her lips together, and slammed
the paddle into her target, kicking her right foot as it struck.

   "ONE!" she shouted.

   The male drew in his breath.

   The next swat struck a little lower than the first one.  Again, Bethany
kicked her right leg as she propelled the paddle into the bound and captive
nether cheeks of her charge.

   "TWO!"

   "AAAAAH!" he shouted.

   Scarcely two to three seconds later, the third swat landed.

   "THREE!"

   "OWWWW!"

   Smack!  "FOUR!"

   "OH!  AH!"

   Smack!  "FIVE!"

   "OOH!" The captive male kicked his legs.

   Smack!  "SIX!"

   "AHHHHH!"

   The only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of the bound male. 
Bethany waited exactly one minute, and then resumed the paddling.

   Smack!  "SEVEN!" "NO!"

   Smack!  "EIGHT!" "OH GOD!"

   Smack!  "NINE!" "OW!  PLEASE!"

   Smack!  "TEN!" "AHHH!"

   Smack!  "ELEVEN!" "GAAA!"

   Smack!  "TWELVE!" "OWWWW!  OWWW!"

   The male furiously kicked his legs with each swat.

   Bethany, after a short pause, administered the next two sets as she had
the first - hard.  Each swat evoked ever-louder cries of distress as the
relentless blazing kiss of the paddle visited the reddening bared bottom of
Bethany's target.

   Bethany took a longer break as she hung the paddle on the wall and
fetched the straight handled rattan cane.  She swished it through the air
constantly as she clip-clopped around the room.

   "It's time for me to give you the cane now," Bethany said sweetly as she
took her position.  "Twenty four strokes, in sets of six.  Remember, it's
severe."

   The male flinched when Bethany lightly touched the cane to his already
paddled bottom.  She drew back the cane and whipped it across the upper
part of his bottom.

   "OH!" He yelled.

   "ONE!" Bethany counted.

   Scarcely two seconds later the second stroke landed just below the
first.

   "AAAAAH!" he yelled and attempted to twist.

   "TWO!"

   Bethany continued to walk the strokes down his bottom, and when she had
given six, the top half of the male's nether cheeks had visible striations.
After a one minute pause, she gave him the second set, striating the lower
half of his bottom to the accompaniment of spirited shouts of distress.

   The third and fourth sets evoked sincere pleas for Bethany to stop. 
She, however, dispensed the strokes as she always had, dispassionately and
with uncanny accuracy.  She placed the strokes from the final two sets so
that they intersected the previous striations, increasing the effect of the
punishment.

   Bethany released the male's bindings, and told him to get dressed.  She
left him alone in the punishment room and shut off the video recorders.  A
few minutes later he quietly and gingerly left the clinic.

   She changed back into her street clothes and waited for her next
clients. She knew she was going to enjoy the next session.

   Twenty minutes later a couple walked in.  She was a willowy blonde with
a sweet smile and long hair.  The male, Dan, was obviously on the
submissive side.  Bethany had learned from previous sessions that the
female, Tasha, said very little, if anything, during the sessions.  She
liked to watch Dan be humiliated and punished.  It must be worth it to both
of them, since they keep coming back.  Bethany could only imagine what
their sex was like afterward.

   "Good afternoon, Dan and Tasha.  Go ahead and wait for me in the
discipline room.  And Dan, I want you to get completely undressed and stand
by the punishment bench."

   The clients went into the adjoining room.  Bethany locked the front
door, started the video cameras, quickly changed into her bikini and boots
outfit, and gracefully entered the discipline room.  Tasha was seated
behind the punishment bench where she would have a good view of Dan's bare
bottom as stroke after stroke of the punishment instrument made contact.

   Bethany stood in front of Dan and folded her arms.  "How did Tasha
prepare you for today, Dan?"

   "She - she gave me some enemas."

   "Some?!  how many, and what kind?"

   "Uh, three enemas.  The first one was soapy, and it was two and a half
quarts.  The others were three quart rinsing enemas."

   "Ooooh, she gave you some good enemas.  Did you take them well?"

   Dan looked down.  "No, ma'am."

   "Oh?  Tell me more."

   "She - she said I complained too much.  I was really full, though, and I
tried to take them well."

   "Oh my gosh.  You deserve to be punished for complaining about enemas
that Miss Tasha gives you!"

   "Yes ma'am," he whispered.

   "How are you to be punished today?"

   Dan sighed heavily.  "Fifty with the strap, and ten with the cane!"

   "You're going to have a very sore bottom!  You know I strap hard, don't
you?"

   "Yes ma'am," he replied shakily.

   "Anything else?"

   "She - she had me shave around my - my back way so that you can take me
with a strap-on."

   "A strap-on!  I happen to be in the mood to use one.  And I'm going to
use it good!"

   She paused for effect.  "Well, Dan, I want you to bend over the
punishment box.  I will then bind you in place for your richly deserved
discipline."

   Dan bent over the structure, and Tasha removed her panties.  Bethany
smiled at her, and then bound Dan's wrists and waist.  She retrieved a
wood-handled strap and took her place.  Tasha placed one hand under her
dress, and slowly stroked herself.  Bethany took aim, and swiped the strap
across both nether cheeks of the bound male.

   "AAAAAAUH!"

   A few seconds later, another swipe.

   "OHH!"

   By the fifth stroke Dan kicked his legs each time the leather strap
whipped across his bottom.  The buildup of painful sensation of the captive
male always had him believing that he could not endure any more.  But
endure he did, as he had no choice.  By the tenth swipe, Dan begged her to
stop.  Bethany kept on.

   Both women enjoyed seeing Dan frantically kick and twist with each
subsequent stroke of the leather.  His shouts served as a testament to
Bethany's skill at wielding the atrap.  By the thirtieth hot swipe, Tasha
had come to orgasm.  When the count had reached fifty, she again climaxed.

   She allowed five minutes for Dan to recover and get ready for his
caning. As she walked around the room the clip-clop sound of her boots
conveyed her authority over the captive male.  After the five minute wait,
she picked up a thin, whippy, straight handled rattan instrument and
vigorously whisked it through the air several times.

   "Please, no more!" Dan implored.  "Please!"

   Bethany took her position with one hand on her hip.  Tasha again placed
her hand under her dress and began to stimulate herself.  The whippy cane
strokes had the predicted effect.  As the far tip of the cane slightly
curled to complete the stroke, it raised a weal not only on the bottom
cheeks, but also on the more tender skin to the side.  Bethany spaced the
strokes about ten seconds apart.  Dan shouted, furiously kicked, and
begged. Tasha climaxed hard when the tenth stroke landed.

   When the caning was finished, Dan's entire bottom was a reddened area
with cane lines across it.

   "Now, young man," Bethany said, "I will get my strap-on and fuck you
silly!" She stood in front of Dan and removed her bikini bottom.  Then she
stepped into the leather harness and attached the gel probe.

   "I haven't used this in a while," she said as she tightened the harness.
"I hope I can remember how."

   Tasha giggled.

   Bethany pulled on a disposable glove and then went behind Dan.  She
spread his nether cheeks with one hand and inspected his shaving there. 
"Not bad," she remarked.  "That little hole of yours is just begging for
Bethany's cock!"

   She gave him several servings of lubricant with her gloved finger, and
then applied a thick coating to her strap-on probe.  Then she got in
position to give it to him.  She bent her knees slightly, spread his nether
cheeks with both hands, and placed the tip of her probe against Dan's
entrance.

   "Don't tighten up, or it'll hurt.  Relax back there."

   After a few seconds she pushed in a couple of inches.

   "UNHHHH!" Dan exclaimed.

   A short pause there, and she continued to drive the probe inside Dan, a
little at a time, until she was all the way in.

   "Uh!  Ah!  Oh!"

   Both women giggled.

   "Now, all the way out," Bethany cooed as she pulled back until only the
tip of her probe was in Dan.  "And ALL the way IN!" she exclaimed, and
pushed in to the hilt.

   "AAAAAAH!"

   "Now out...  and IN!"

   "Uh-UHHHHH!"

   Bethany kept up her in-out narrative as she increased both the speed and
the intensity of her thrusts.  Dan reacted predictably, and gave louder
shouts when the Bethany thrust inward.

   The fucking went on and on, and Tasha treated herself to orgasm after
orgasm as she watched her submissive boyfriend being taken in the tail end
with a strap-on.  Dan's struggle to take what Bethany gave him aroused both
women, and after a prolonged fucking, Bethany surrendered to her own
orgasm. Her face flushed from her arousal, she closed her eyes tightly,
pressed her lips together, and pounded Dan while uttering close-mouthed
moans of pleasure.

   Bethany released Dan's restraints.  Tasha put her panties on as Dan got
dressed and Bethany stepped out of her strap-on harness.

   Tasha said nothing, but her eyes conveyed to Bethany that she and Dan
were headed for the bedroom and would likely spend the rest of that day and
night steeped in pleasure.  She handed Tasha a sealed envelope and the
couple left.

   This one will be fun to watch in bed, Bethany said to herself as she
shut off the video cameras and transferred the day's sessions to disc.  She
surmised that Tasha had a very sweet pussy, and wondered how many times she
would let Dan cum inside her that night.

   As she prepared to leave the clinic, the phone rang again and she
decided to answer it.  A shy, soft female voice quavered, "Bethany.  It's
Elisa.  Can you?  Today?"

   Although Bethany had taken care of the video transfers and was preparing
to leave, her inner voice told her that she should not miss this one. 
Also, she always liked the scripts that Elisa came up with.

   "Okay.  Give me a half hour to set up."

   Elisa whispered, "Okay," and hung up.  A moment later Elisa's script
emerged on Bethany's fax machine.

   "I always get the weird ones," Bethany thought to herself.  "But this
one I can't help getting turned on about.  Plus, I'm not likely to get much
sleep tonight.  My boyfriend's going to want to fuck me all night after
seeing today's videos." She set up the hidden video cameras and made sure
that one of them would get a full frame view of Elisa's bare bottom as she
whipped.  Then she studied Elisa's script.

   Before Elisa arrived, Bethany stepped out of her bikini and put on black
pumps.  She admired herself in the mirror and waited for her appointment.

   A minute later, a slender, nervous female walked in.  Her straight brown
hair hung down, and her white blouse and black skirt gave the appearance of
regulation clothing.  Her bare legs were made all the more noticeable by
her white socks and sneakers.  She carried a long thin package wrapped in
newspaper.

   "It's about time you got here, young lady!" Bethany scolded.  "Get
yourself into the punishment room right now.  I want you facing the
punishment bench, bare-bottomed, and your skirt hiked up!"

   "Yea ma'am," Elisa squeaked, and hurried to do her mistress' bidding.

   Bethany quickly started the several hidden video cameras, locked the
outside doors, and regally strolled into the punishment room.  She picked
up one of the crepe myrtle switches Elisa had brought, and felt her
womanhood tingle.  The ample switch had been perfectly prepared, and felt
good in her hand.  She walked around so that she was behind Elisa.  The
fearful young lady's hips touched the punishment bench.  Her legs were
together, and her hands held her skirt so that her bottom was bare.

   Bethany whipped the switch through the air several times and saw Elisa
visibly shudder.

   "Young lady," Bethany ordered, "bend over the punishment bench.  Keep
your skirt above your waist, and don't get out of position.  You have
earned a very severe session today."

   Elisa instantly bent over.  Bethany regarded the pale bared bottom and
thighs which would soon be heavily striated with the switch.  She tapped
the switch several times on Elisa's pale nether cheeks, and then gave a
hearty swipe.

   Elisa gasped and tightened her leg muscles for an instant.  Bethany gave
another swipe, and Elisa silently jerked her head up and settled back down.
The third swipe was considerably harder, and a soft whimper escaped from
Elisa's mouth.  Elisa kicked one leg upon feeling the hot striations from
the next few switch strokes.

   "Stop kicking!" Bethany ordered.

   "Yes ma'am," Elisa replied in a choked, high pitched voice.

   Bethany continued to switch Elisa's bare bottom, and the slender
recipient twisted and writhed.  Her whimpers became open-mouthed shouts. 
She stayed in position, though, while her legs trembled and her upper body
twisted.

   Bethany casually tore off the frayed end of the switch, and resumed,
faster and harder.  She directed some of her attention to Elisa's thighs.

   "OH!  AH!  MISTRESS!  UHH!  OH-MISTRESS!" Elisa shouted, and could not
keep from kicking her legs.

   "I told you not to kick!  Stand up and take all your clothes off!"

   Elisa wiggled her bottom as she removed all her clothing.  Bethany
retrieved a fresh switch and pointed to an area of the room with ample
floor space.

   "Get over here, facing that wall.  Okay.  Now get your feet apart.  Yes,
like that.  Put your knees together and point your toes inward."

   When Elisa was in the mandated pigeon-toed pose, Bethany told her to
bend over with her hands on her knees and her back horizontal.  In that
provocative position, Elisa's bottom stuck out as if asking for attention.

   "I'm going to use this switch on you until it's well worn.  If you get
out of position, I'll use the third switch on you until there's nothing
left of it!"

   "Oh, Mistress!" Elisa quavered.

   Bethany's womanhood was abundantly creamy, her arousal high.  With wide
eyes, she focused on the switch-streaked bared bottom of her charge, and
with a determined expression on her face, commenced part two of Elisa's
very severe discipline.  With vigorous strokes, she whipped Elisa's bottom
and thighs with fast-paced strokes.

   Elisa freely voiced her reaction to the unbearable strokes of the
switch, interspersing her shouts with "OH, MISTRESS!  OH, MISTRESS!" She
writhed and twisted, and held her position amazingly well until the switch
strokes proved too much for her.  Although she kept her knees together and
feet apart, she kicked her legs, alternating right and left, giving Bethany
a provocative view of the dance of the switch.

   "AAAH!  MISTRESS!" Elisa shouted as she stood up and hopped up and down.

   Bethany put down the frayed switch and scolded, "I wanted you to stay in
position!  Now you're going to have to be bound in place."

   "Oh, mistress, please!" Elisa pleaded.

   Bethany's voice almost quavered from he arousal.  "Get over there and
bend over the punishment bench!  Put your arms straight out!"

   Elisa whimpered as she assumed the bent over position.  Bethany, nude
but for her pumps and aroused almost to a dripping state, cinched a binding
strap around the girl's waist.  Then she secured her charge's wrists and
ankles in place, and picked up the third switch.

   "This is what happens to naughty girls who don't take their punishment
as they should," Bethany mock-scolded.  Then she applied the third switch
like she meant business.  Every two or three seconds she whipped the switch
across Elisa's bare bottom, sometimes striking the woman's thighs.  From
the start, Elisa freely shouted with each stroke, and frequently exclaimed
"Mistress!" between shouts.

   Bethany knew that she was giving very severe discipline, and was tempted
to stop amid Elisa's sincere and fervent pleading.  She also knew that if
she did stop without fulfilling the script, Elisa would never come back for
another session.  After a minute or so, Bethany spread her legs apart and
continued to whip.  When the switch was too frayed to continue, several
drops of Bethany's natural cream had trickled down her thighs or dripped on
the floor.

   "There, you naughty girl, I hope you've learned your lesson," Bethany
said.  She walked over to the bound girl and inserted a finger in Elisa's
pussy.  It slipped easily inside her abundantly lubricated womanhood.  "Oh,
a nasty girl!  You've got a creamy pussy from the whipping.  I'll have to
teach you a lesson for this next time."

   "Please mistress," Elisa panted.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me with a strap-on! 
Mistress, please!"

   "No.  You got out of position, you naughty girl.  If you had stayed in
position, I'd do that for you.  You've got to learn some self-discipline."

   She released the bound girl's restraints and told her she could leave.
Elisa hurriedly gathered her things and left the punishment room.  A moment
later, Bethany walked to the outer office and retrieved the sealed envelope
that Elisa left for her, put on her clothes, transferred the session to
disc, and hurried home.

   "I can't wait to get started," Bethany panted when she got in the door
of her house.  Her boyfriend was on the bed of their playroom, completely
naked.  His boner stood at attention.  "I'm too aroused to eat.  Let's play
a little first," he said.

   Bethany inserted discs in the three players which would display
concurrently on the two sets of three large screens.  There were three
screens on the ceiling, and three screens on the wall at floor level. 
Since the bed was in the center of the room, each person could view the
videos while engaged in sex play.

   She started the discs playing.  The screens came alive with three
different views of the first session of that day.  Bethany heard her own
voice telling the male to get undressed.

   She threw off her clothes and got on the bed.  She spread her slender
legs and her boyfriend impatiently entered her.

   "Easy now," she said.  "It gets better." The paddling of the male played
on the screens.  The loud WHACK of the paddle striking bare skin filled the
room, as did the bewildered exclamations of the male receiving them.  The
image of Bethany in her bikini and boots wielding the paddle appeared on
one of the screens on each set.  Bethany's boyfriend tried to go slowly. 
Her creamy pussy had readily accepted his full length, and the stimulation
of his thrusting felt good.

   A few moments later the caning of the bound male appeared on the screen.
The images of Bethany administering, along with the other images of the red
streaks appearing on the male's reddened bottom, and those of his facial
expressions, sent her boyfriend over the edge.  "Oh God," he cried out as
he began to spurt in Bethany's hot pussy.  She closed her eyes and reveled
in the feeling of her boyfriend's frenzied thrusting.  The feeling in her
pussy got stronger, and as he drained the last of his pent-up arousal
inside her, she arched her back and climaxed.  Her boyfriend held on as she
moaned freely and pumped wildly.

   "Oh, Bethany, that was hot!  I love those severe ones."

   She giggled and puckered her lips.  After a few kisses she said, "Let's
get something to eat now.  The other sessions are even hotter."

   A couple of hours later they were back home and eager to watch the other
sessions in bed.  They hurriedly shed their clothes.  Bethany got on the
bed, spread her legs, and pointed to her pussy.  Her boyfriend knew that
she wanted him to satisfy her orally before anything else.  Although he was
impatient to see the other sessions, he took it slowly and kissed and
licked her tasty and aroused womanhood until she convulsed in orgasm.

   She switched on the videos of the session with Tasha and Dan.  As the
preliminary humiliation of Dan talking about his enemas from Tasha, and
having to tell Bethany how Tasha wanted her to punish him reverberated
through the room, Bethany's womanhood accepted the hard and erect cock that
her boyfriend eagerly thrust inside.

   He pumped slowly as the video played back Dan's severe strapping and the
start of his caning.  He was near the finish line as they watched the cane
whisk through the air and strike Dan's bare bottom.  When the eighth stroke
hit, Bethany's pussy got a fresh serving from her boyfriend.  He stayed
inside her as the footage from the strap-on scene played on.

   A short while later, Bethany set up the playback of Elisa's session.  It
showed her entering the punishment room, placing the bundle of switches on
a table, stepping out of her panties, and hiking up her skirt.  Elisa
placed her hand on her exposed pussy and stroked it for a moment before
taking her position at the punishment bench.  Her tender bare bottom and
pale, willowy legs were in sharp contrast to her black skirt.  Her socks
and sneakers gave her a sexy look.  Then, nude except for her pumps,
Bethany walked in and grasped a switch.

   Bethany paused the playback.  "I'm really tired and have got to get some
sleep.  We can come back to this later." The paused images remained on the
screens, and Bethany quickly went to sleep in her boyfriend's arms, knowing
that she'd be awakened several times during the night with her boyfriend's
hard cock inside her and the sounds of the replayed session.  Those
nocturnal episodes were all the more sensual to Bethany, since, in the
dreamy state between sleep and wakefulness, she experienced the sessions
anew.  In her bed with a hard cock pumping inside her, she often let
herself go and experienced orgasm after orgasm in a way that she couldn't
in a more alert state.

   That night, as the scenes of Elisa's very severe switchings played out,
Bethany awoke in various positions -- on her tummy, on her back, on one
side -- with her boyfriend's cock thrusting in and out.  She dreamily
moaned, first with arousal, later in orgasm as she heard the sound of the
switch repeatedly swipe across Elisa's bottom and thighs, and her charge's
shouts of distress.  Bethany's boyfriend, of course, raptly watched and
listened while plunging inside her, and gave her fresh servings of creamy
ejaculate.

   After a long sleep extending to mid-morning, Bethany had a thought.  She
told her boyfriend that it was her turn to have some fun that night after
work.  She took the video discs with her so that he would not watch any of
them before she got home.

   During the idle moments at her bikini clinic, she formulated her plan.
When she got home from the clinic that day, she got started right away on
her fun night.  It began with her giving her boyfriend three enemas -- a
two-quart sudsy solution followed by two rinsing enemas of three quarts
each.  She stroked herself to orgasm twice while watching her boyfriend
struggle with retaining the enemas.

   Bethany then tied her boyfriend's hands to a spreader bar and arranged
two pillows on the bed.  She stepped into a strap-on harness and motioned
for him to lie face down with the pillows raising his hips.  With a broad
smile on her face, she started the videos of her favorite sessions.

   She entered her boyfriend.  As the sessions played, she pumped
relentlessly and deliberately.  The probe snaked in and out of her
boyfriend and his exclamations sometimes filled the room as much as those
of the participants in the video, and her arousal steadily increased.  Just
before cresting, she let herself lie forward until she was prone on top of
him.  Amid her boyfriend's raucous groans, she pumped hard throughout her
orgasm.

   They rested a few minutes, and Bethany again had him assume the position
for receiving her probe.  Her arousal from being dominant was almost as
strong as her arousal from the stimulation from wielding her strap-on.  The
replay on the screen from her favorite and severe sessions stimulated both
of them, and as she lustily pounded his ass with the probe, he begged for
relief -- both from her strap-on and sexual relief.  He knew her answer as
her hands tightly gripped his hips and she kept pumping.  As the night went
on, Bethany pumped her boyfriend with the strap-on for a longer time before
subsequent orgasms.  He knew that his begging her to stop had no effect,
and that she was going to continue to pump his already sore ass with it
until she decided to stop.  He lay there in submissive surrender while
Bethany repeatedly had her way with him.

   At long last, she had enough, and removed the strap-on and his bindings.
She had him suck her pussy to orgasm, and then mounted him.  As he savored
the sweet caress of her womanhood, his insides still throbbed from her
strap-on domination.  With slow and deliberate thrusts, he worked up to a
massive and wrenching ejaculation.  He cried out and his aroused cock
pulsed and throbbed inside her as it spurted hot jets of semen into her
welcoming pussy.  Her lithe body, gleaming eyes, and country-girl smile
consistently evoked every last drop of his reserve.

   As they cuddled half an hour later, Bethany was still aroused from her
dominant romp.  She had brought her boyfriend to an erect state again, and
was delighted to hear his breathing pick up.  A little more sensuous
touching, and he entered her.

   Her eyes twinkled, and she said, "I think it's time you had a session at
the clinic."

   "Oh god," he replied, recalling the other times she had him over there.
The sessions were extremely grueling, and at the same time rewarding.

   "I'd wear nothing except my boots," she continued.  "You'd get a series
of enemas, just like today.  After that, it's across my lap for the
hairbrush.  Naughty boys get a long, hard, hairbrush spanking.  A hundred
and fifty swats for you!" She felt his cock harden inside her.

   "Bethany," he hoarsely whispered.

   "And you'd better not leak, or you'll get the cane," she continued.

   He always seeped when she gave him over-the-knee paddlings.  The sweet
surrender to her dominant side, plus the way she tickle-touched his nuts
during the paddling assured that he always leaked pre-cum.

   "Naughty boys who leak on their Mistress' legs get punished severely. 
They get tied to the punishment bench for a good caning.  After that, they
get a good fucking with a strap-on."

   Bethany giggled when she noticed his thrusting become faster and harder.

   She said no more.  She let her boyfriend's imagination stimulate him
further, and in a few moments he spurted wildly.

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