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 Fantasy Massage Part 2 - Long Hard Ride

   Jeannie had not returned my call when I left a message for an
appointment, so I could only assume that she was out of town or unavailable
for some other reason.  So when she called me the day after I wanted the
appointment and asked, "Weren't you supposed to be here yesterday?" I told
her that she never called back to say yes or no.  She then recalled that
she wrote down the appointment but didn't get around to calling me.  So we
set up another appointment for today.

   Jeannie opened the door and invited me in, immediately saying that she
got some "new stuff" and that we'd be in a different room than usual.  She
led me to a room in her house that I had never been in before.  With her
wide smile, she opened the door and, with a flourish, extended her arm into
the doorway to present the newly-furnished room.

   I was amazed at what I saw.  Toward one side of the room was a double
bed.  There also was a sink with running water, and a small bathroom with a
shower.  There were two end tables with massage oils and towels, a straight
backed chair, a 4-drawer dresser, and a small stereo system.  The room had
dimmable lights.

   "This room is for the longer sessions.  You can stay for a longer
session, can't you?" Jeannie inquired.

   "Definitely!" was my eager reply.

   "Good!  Get undressed and lay face down on the bed," she instructed. 
She did not leave the room as she usually does when I undress.  Instead she
stood there watching me, with her hands on her hips.  I saw a slight smile
in her eyes as she sensed my uncertainty, as if she had planned it that
way.

   Jeannie's strong, graceful hands lightly probed my body for signs of
stress.  She applied lotion to her hands and started working out the knots
and kinks in my muscles.  After a few moments she started to make
conversation.

   "I don't know why I didn't call you back last week," Jeannie began.  "I
just assumed that I had."

   "Had a blonde moment, did you?" I retorted.

   "Oooh, a sassy mouth!" she exclaimed as she playfully pinched my bottom.
"In the first place, I'm a brunette," she continued.  "Secondly, you
shouldn't talk about blondes like that."

   Continuing to work on my stressed muscles, Jeannie said, "You have a lot
of stress points, Rick.  Are you eating more sweets?  How many donuts
today"

   "Two."

   "Have you avoided the sweets any day this week?" she inquired.

   "No, Jeannie."

   "You know that's naughty, don't you?  I'm going to have to do something
about that.  Do you know what I'm going to do about it?" She straddled me
to get to my upper back and neck.

   "You're going to ask me to fuck your brains out," I answered.

   "Such a smart mouth you have, Rick.  You know, I should wash your mouth
out with soap.  I won't, but I should.  What I AM going to do is give you a
good spanking.  You're going to be over my knee while I give you a good
hard hairbrush spanking.  And that's not all I'm going to do, Rick." Then,
leaning forward and lowering her voice to a sensuous whisper, she
continued, "I'm going to give you an enema, Rick.  A good, hot, soapy enema
for your smart mouth and your sweet tooth.  And then you'll get a couple of
rinsing enemas.  And that's not all."

   "That's not all?" I replied.  "So you're still going to have me fuck
your brains out, right?" I teased.

   Jeannie just giggled as she kneaded deeply around my upper back and
shoulders.  After a while she told me to turn over, and continued to work
on me.  She kneaded the stress out of my legs, probed my abdominal area,
and then massaged my face with such finesse and sensitivity that I almost
drifted off to sleep.

   I was brought back to awareness of my surroundings by Jeannie's
feather-light touching of my testicles and rapidly hardening erection.  She
continued with the teasing touch until I was moaning and breathing deeply.
Suddenly she stopped and said, "I want you to get the oval hairbrush from
the bottom drawer and present it to me."

   Inside the drawer were several instruments of correction - a paddle with
several small holes in it, some belts, a tawse, and the hardwood oval
hairbrush.  Jeannie had not used a paddle or a hairbrush on me before; she
had only used a strap or her belt.  The oval hairbrush felt very sturdy,
and was probably made from oak or maple.

   Jeannie moved the straight-backed chair out a couple of feet from the
corner of the room and sat down.  She looked at me with a calm expression.
I walked over to where she was and handed her the oval hairbrush.  Without
a word, she motioned for me to position myself across her lap.  I bent over
her lap and placed my hands on the floor.

   "Point your toes out, Rick.  I want the top of your feet on the floor at
all times," she stated.  "Also, I want you to keep still until I tell you
otherwise.  Got that?"

   "Yes, Jeannie."

   Jeannie spaced the hairbrush swats about one second apart, which is
actually quite brisk, as more than fifty swats can be given in one minute.
She dispensed the punishment to alternate sides of my bottom with
authoritative force.  The sturdy hard wood of the oval hairbrush smarted
intensely each time it made contact.

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   "Oh!"

   SMACK!  "Ohhhh!"

   SMACK!  SMACK!  "OW!"

   SMACK!  "Gaaaahhh!"

   SMACK!  SMACK!  "Jeannie!"

   SMACK!  "OW!"

   SMACK!  "Stop!"

   SMACK!  SMACK!  "OHHHH!"

   SMACK!  SMACK!  "Please-"

   SMACK!  "Jeannie!"

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   "Rick, I told you to keep still!  Now you're wiggling all over the
place!"

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  "Jeannie -"

   SMACK!  "OH!"

   SMACK!  SMACK!  "Please Jeannie!"

   SMACK!  "Stop!"

   SMACK!  "Aaaahhhhhh!"

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   "You aren't keeping still, Rick!

   "I'm trying to, Jeanie!" SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK! ...

   As much as I wanted to, I could not keep still throughout the remainder
of the spanking, which went on for some time.  Jeannie did not slow down
the delivery of the sturdy spanks, except to admonish me to keep still.

   Jeannie kept me across her lap for a few moments after the spanking. 
She told me to stand up, and not to touch my bottom unless I wanted a
repeat of the long hairbrushing that I just had.  "Im going to get your
enema ready now," she said, and told me to stay where I was and watch.

   She spread a large towel just outside the bathroom.  Then she fetched a
stainless steel stand for the enema bag and placed it to one side of the
towel.  She disappeared into the bathroom and turned on the water.  I heard
cabinet doors being opened and closed, and a few minutes later she emerged
with a red enema bag.  Flecks of foam from the soapy mixture floated from
the top of the bag as Jeannie hung it on the stand.

   "Over here now," she said, "down on your hands and knees, forehead
touching the floor." As I went over there I noticed that a douche nozzle
was attached to the enema hose.  It gleamed with clear lubricant.  Jeannie
smiled.  I got down in the mandated position, feeling vulnerable with my
ass up in the air, as if I was asking for the enema.  Jeannie parted my ass
cheeks, positioned the douche pipe against my anus, and pushed it in.  She
slid the nozzle with an in-and-out motion a few times.

   "Oh...  Ah!  Jeanie..."

   Then I heard a click as she released the flow.  A few seconds later I
felt the warm soapy mixture enter my body and start its journey downward
into my system.  It did not take long for me to feel very full, but I dared
not look back to see how much solution remained in the bag.

   "Oh Jeannie!" I exclaimed.  She slowed the flow a little and made sure
that the douche nozzle was firmly inside me.

   "You've got to take all the enema and then retain it for at least five
minutes," she said.  Jeannie fondled my testicles for a few moments and my
attention was completely averted from the feeling of fullness as the
remainder of the soapy solution coursed into me.  Jeannie pulled the nozzle
out and told me to stay in that position and rock back and forth and from
side to side to let the solution do its work.

   The five minutes of retention felt more like a half hour.  I felt
frequent mild cramping alternating with feelings of intense fullness, and
tried to relax my insides so that I could retain the enema without undue
discomfort, knowing that it was progressing deep within me.

   "Okay," Jeannie finally said, "go get rid of the enema and I'll be back
to see how you're doing in about twenty minutes."

   I rushed to the bathroom and started the long process of getting rid of
all the solution.  When an enema goes deeply inside, there may be several
minutes between periods when it is ready to come out.  This was no
exception, and about 15 minutes later I felt that I was finished with it.

   Jeannie came in a couple of minutes later and directed, "Down on your
hands and knees again.  I'm going to give you a rinsing enema now." I got
into the directed position and stayed there while I heard her preparing the
new solution.  She came out and hung the bulging bag on its stand, and
deftly inserted the douche nozzle in me.

   Click!  The flow started.  The solution was able to enter more easily
than before, with the result that I got the feeling of fullness more
quickly.

   "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned as the water coursed its way in, aided by my
submissive posture.  "Ohhhhhhhhhh, Jeeeeeeannie...  Ahhhhhhhhh... 
Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

   "Come on, Rick, you can take a couple of quarts!" Jeannie exclaimed. 
"It's all going to go in, so just accept it."

   After a few moments I heard a slurp as the bag emptied the last of the
solution into me.  "Ohhhhhhh, Jeannie," I moaned, "I'm so full!"

   "You just stay there and hold it for a couple more minutes, then I'll
let you go get rid of it." I tried Jeannie's suggestion of wiggling back
and forth and from side to side, as it alleviated some of the pressure. 
"Okay," she finally said, "Up you go!"

   I hurried to the bathroom and spent the next fifteen minutes emptying
myself of the rinsing enema, and then I cleaned up.  When I returned,
Jeannie was seated on the straight-backed chair with the oak hairbrush in
her hand, her lips pressed together in a strict expression, and a fiery
twinkle in her eyes.  "Oh no," I thought to myself.  With her knees
together and her feet apart, she pointed to her lap.  I positioned myself
over her lap, knowing what was about to happen.  Jeannie again paddled with
sharp, brisk strokes.

   "Aaaahhhhhh!  God, Jeannie, please not so hard!"

   "Stop your whining, Rick," she said while continuing to spank, "You know
you deserve this.  You've got to do something about that sweet tooth of
yours."

   "Jeannie, Jeannie, please!  Owwww!  Gaaaaa!  Oh, not so hard, Jeannie!"

   "You keep both hands on the floor, you naughty boy!" she scolded.  "Put
your hand back there once more and you'll get extra." She kept on spanking,
increasing the tempo.

   "Oh please, Jeannie, please stop!  Aaaaaaahhhhh!  Oh Jeannie! 
Ahhhhhhhhh!  Pleeeeeease!"

   Finally she stopped.  I continued to lay across her lap, knowing that
I'd better wait for her to tell me before I got up.  After a few moments,
Jeannie spoke.  "Get up now, and NO rubbing your bottom if you don't want a
repeat performance."

   I watched as Jeannie placed a couple of thick bolster pillows on the
bed, and covered them with a large towel.  "Come on over here now, Rick. 
Over you go," Jeannie directed, "face down on top of the towel.  I'm going
to rub some lotion on your spanked bottom." That sounded good to me so I
positioned myself over the pillows and sighed with contentment when
Jeannie's expert hands spread lotion on my well-spanked tail end.  After a
few minutes of this, she nonchalantly stated, "I think you need a good
fucking with a strap-on.  I'll be back in a couple of minutes." The way she
said it implied that the decision had been made and that it was going to
happen.

   She came back into the room and got on the bed.  Her expert hands rubbed
more lotion onto my backside, and then she spent a few minutes sensuously
lubricating my back portal.  She pushed one finger inside me, worked it
around, and then a second finger.  I started to squirm at the more recent
intrusion.  Jeannie repeated the lube with two fingers, making sure that I
was stretched enough to allow her easy entry.

   In a throaty whisper she said, "Rick - I'm going to fuck your brains
out." My stomach did some flip-flops.

   I felt both of Jeannie's hands grasp my hips.  She spread my ass cheeks
apart and placed the tip of the flexible gel-like probe against my rosebud.
"First, relax, and then push out, Rick," Jeannie instructed.  A few seconds
later she pushed the tip of the strap-on inside.  "Keep relaxing, Rick,"
she encouraged.

   "Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh," I groaned as she eased the tip of the gel probe in and
out a few times.

   "I'm going in further, Rick.  Keep relaxing," encouraged Jeannie.  She
pushed the probe in about halfway with a steady shove.

   "Auuhhhh!  Ohhhhh!  Ohhhh!" I moaned.

   "I'm going all the way in now," she said.  Then she drove the strap-on
way inside me with a steady push.

   "Oh, Jeannie!  Ahhhhh!" I exclaimed as she filled me up with the
strap-on probe.

   She slowly pulled the probe out and lubricated it some more.  Spreading
my ass cheeks again, she positioned the tip of the probe at my back way and
entered me.

   "Rick, I'm going to fuck you thoroughly," Jeannie said in a throaty
whisper.  "I'm going to fuck you good and hard.  This strap-on harness has
another attachment that is inside my pussy, just where you would like to
be. Every time I thrust in and out, the probe rubs inside my pussy makes me
feel really good.  Now you're going to get the fucking of your life, Rick."

   Jeannie very firmly grasped my hips and drove the strap-on all the way
in and pulled it almost all the way out.

   "Uhhh!  Jeannie!"

   She shoved it in all the way again and withdrew almost completely out
again.  She repeated this move continuously, slowly increasing the tempo.

   I reacted appropriately.  "Oh!  Ahh!  Jeannie!  Uhh...  Uhh...  Oh... 
OHHH!  Jeannie!  Oh, God, Jeannie!  Uhhhh...  Uh!  Uhh-Uhh-Uhh-Uhhh-Uhhhh!"


   With each inward thrust, Jeannie filled me up completely back there. 
When she pushed the probe all the way in, parts of it stroked across my
prostate, stimulating it and at times causing me to seep seminal fluid. 
Jeannie was right.  I was getting a very thorough fucking.

   Jeannie was really getting into it.  Her thrusts became faster and
faster as she ravaged my bottom.  "That...  feels...  good...  Rick..." she
said while continuing the pounding thrusts.  A few moments later Jeannie
began to climax.  "Mmmm...  Ahh...  Unghhh!  Unhhhhh!  Unhhhh!  Uhhhhh!"
Her pounding intensified during the climax.

   The constant stimulation of my prostate, plus the sound of Jeannie
having an orgasm, pushed me over the edge.  I felt jets of semen spurting
from me as I echoed some of the sounds she had made.

   Panting heavily, she draped her body on top of mine, with the probe
still inside me.  We stayed that way for several minutes.

   "How do you feel?" Jeannie asked.

   "Well-fucked," I answered.

   "Good," Jeannie said, and slowly withdrew the strap-on dildo from me and
got out of the harness.  "Time for a shower for both of us," she continued.

   It was fun taking a shower together.

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