Story: Kimberwillow Clinic [F/M, spank, enema, some F/F] - The Screening I was looking through one of those underground types of publications on the coast, and one very small ad caught my eye. It said something like "CLINIC - Come to Kimberwillow Clinic and you'll keep coming back." and a phone number to call for more information. One reason I paid attention to it is that it didn't promise the world and didn't try to attract the whole world, unlike many of the other ads. It also appeared genuine. I called the number and the lady at the other end said that I'd need to come over to the clinic to learn more about it, and that there would be no fees collected until I had a session. I became more and more curious and decided to see what it was about. The clinic was about an hour drive from where I called, in a business-industrial area. I walked in to the reception area and mentioned that I had called earlier today and wanted some information. The young lady said she remembered my call. "We offer a variety of services. As you may have gathered by our use of the word 'clinic', the sessions are structured in a rather formal way." I noticed her blonde ponytail. "All of our services involve female domination of one kind or another," she continued unabashedly. "The sessions are administered by our staff of nurses. In almost all of the sessions you will be given one or more enemas, and you will also receive discipline from the women in charge of your session." My imagination ran wild, and I was trying to conceal the fact that my erection struggled inside my jeans. "The sessions," she continued, "require a minimum of two hours, and some of them are quite a bit longer. All the services are administered in an... intimate... setting." She paused before and after the word "intimate". "These sessions are not for everyone," she went on, "and we expect that if you submit to a session, that you will take advantage of all that is offered." Her eyes opened wider and horizontal ridges appeared on her forehead. "In other words, we expect that you will do as you are instructed during the sessions." She paused a moment for effect, then continued. She handed me a one-page summary of the types of sessions offered at the clinic. "As you can see, we offer sessions in the Discipline Room, the Prostate Response Clinic, the Ejaculation Extraction Clinic, the Colonic Discipline Clinic, and sessions with Nurse Gloria. Sessions are by appointment only, and if you wish to make an appointment you'll need to undergo a screening session in which we gain some insight into your inner profile. This screening session requires about two to three hours. After the screening, which can take place now if you would like, you are free to schedule the sessions you want. Do you have any questions?" "Can you tell me more about Nurse Gloria? I noticed there is no description of her sessions here," I replied. "All I can say about Nurse Gloria is that she has an interesting - and unique - approach, and that she likes to give severe over-the-lap paddlings." I knew at that point that there was no turning back, and that my curiosity - and my erection - dictated that I follow through and schedule a session. "I'd like to go ahead and schedule a session," I nervously admitted. "Certainly," she chirped. "You can choose which session to schedule after your screening." She picked up her phone and pressed four numbers. A moment later she said to whoever answered, "I'm going to give a screening now, would you cover the reception area?" I was glad that she was going to do the screening, since I felt a rapport with her. She gathered a clipboard and some paperwork. When her replacement emerged, she instructed, "Follow me." I followed her through a hallway and she stopped and keyed in a combination at one of the rooms there, opened the door, and entered. She locked the door after I followed her in. "I am Nurse Carina," she informed me, "and I'd like you to read and sign this agreement. Basically you are acknowledging that you are voluntarily taking part in the sessions, things like that." I looked it over and didn't see anything that sounded fishy, so I went ahead and signed it and handed it to her. "Very good," she said. "Now, all sessions, including the screening, are conducted with the recipient totally unclothed. So remove all your clothes, and be seated here while I prepare," she ordered, pointing to an adjustable chair of the same kind you'd find in a dentist office. While I undressed, Nurse Carina wheeled a cart to the side of where I was to be seated, with some equipment that had several cables with electrodes attached. When I reclined in the chair, she stated, "I'm going to attach several electrodes so that I can measure your heart rate, skin conductivity, blood pressure, erectile response, breathing, and eye movements. I'll measure these while you view some images in a kind of slide show format." Carina proceeded to attach electrodes to my chest, forefinger, and eyelids. She then wrapped a stretchable band of material around the base of my penis, placed another one about an inch from the tip, and attached a thin cable from the machine to the material. Of course, I became very erect while Carina handled me to perform this task. She switched on the machine and spent a couple of minutes adjusting the settings. Then she turned on the image projector and adjusted the focus on a test image that she projected on the wall in front of me. "I'm going to turn off the room lights and I want you to just view all the images." Carina had a remote control for the image projector and displayed an extensive array of images, giving me ample time to react and adjust to each one before going to the next one. Many of the images were stimulating to me, some were turn-offs, and many were neutral. The images depicted a wide variety of erotic content - various enema equipment, nurses preparing enemas, women preparing to administer discipline, various poses, and even some transsexual images. When Carina had shown all the images, she had the machine select the images that I had positively reacted to, and showed those again, closely observing me all the while. After she had finished the second run of images, Carina said that the next step was to chart my erogenous zones. She put a blindfold on me so that I could not see, adjusted the chair so that I was more reclined than before, and, starting at my feet, slowly and lightly ran her fingers over every inch of my body, including my testicles. I then turned over face down and she repeated the featherlight touching on my back, my bottom, and the back of my legs. I was very aroused by the time she finished, and I had seeped considerably. Carina had generated several pages of documentation which she placed in a folder while I dressed. In my aroused state it was difficult to decide which of the sessions I wanted to schedule. After considerable thought I chose the Colonic Discipline session and scheduled it for the following day. Then I went home and fantasized about the forthcoming session. - Colonic Discipline Clinic I made the hour drive to the clinic for my afternoon appointment and was greeted by Nurse Carina in the reception area. She picked up the phone and pressed a few keys. "Rachel, your two o'clock appointment is here." A moment later a young lady in a white uniform appeared in the reception area and said, "I'm Nurse Rachel, come with me." She was medium height, slender, pale complexion, and had her long black wavy hair pulled back. She wore white sneakers and was barelegged. She keyed in a combination to unlock the door to her room and locked it behind us. "Clothes off," she directed, "put them over there." I leisurely removed my clothes, frequently gazing at her. When I had finished undressing I looked her and she said, "Stay there." She picked up a hardwood hairbrush in one hand and picked up an armless chair with the other, and brusquely placed it near where I was standing. "You certainly took your time removing your clothes, Rick," she scolded. "We're going to establish that when I tell you to do something, you do it without dawdling." She quickly seated herself and pulled her dress up to expose most of her bare thighs. "Get across here now," she crisply ordered, pointing at her lap. My heart pounding, I quickly positioned myself as directed. Holding me down with one hand, she began a lengthy and severe paddling using the hairbrush. Her technique was to give two hard swats in one place on one side, and then two hard swats on the other side. In almost no time my bottom felt ablaze. "Ow! Ow! Please, Rachel, not so hard! Ow! Ahhh!" I begged and squirmed as she paddled away. After about twenty swats she stopped for a moment. "You've got to learn some manners, young man!" she scolded, and began to pound with the hairbrush again. "You don't call me Rachel! It's always NURSE Rachel, understand?" "Yes! Yes, Nurse Rachel!" "UNDERSTAND?" She repeated, still smacking away. "OH YES, Nurse Rachel! OW! I understand! OH!" She was spanking me so hard that I would have agreed to say anything that she wanted. "Please, Nurse Rachel, Please!" I begged. "STOP SQUIRMING!" she barked, and continued, hitting even harder. "Stop that wiggling!" "I can't! It hurts! Please not so hard!" "I decide how hard to spank, not you! I think you should have some more." Nurse Rachel kept up the brisk pace of the hairbrush paddling, interspersing the swats with comments like "You need to learn your lesson," and "I want obedience from you," and "I don't think you've had enough yet." After an interminable paddling, she finally stopped and ordered, "Okay, get up now!" I hopped up and put my hands back where she had paddled. When she saw this she exclaimed, "No! No touching there! Hands in front, right now!" I immediately complied, still grimacing from the severity of Nurse Rachel's discipline. "Bend over this table now, and I'll check your prostate before your enema," she directed. I leaned over and saw her putting on a disposable latex glove. She placed a fair amount of gooey lubricant on her middle finger and walked behind me. I felt the cold lube on her finger when she inserted it. She wiggled her finger around inside me, and I felt her press hard against something that made me ache. She released, then pressed hard, again, several times. I groaned when she applied pressure, and felt a little squirt of fluid pump through my urethra each time. "This is good for you," she stated, then withdrew and disposed of the glove. "Stand up and turn around now," she instructed, and carefully wiped the seepage from the tip of my penis. As she did this, I became erect. Nurse Rachel smiled sweetly and said, "You nasty boy. I'll bet you're thinking all kinds of nasty thoughts... Okay, get up on the table now, on your hands and knees, and I'll prepare your first enema." My heart raced at the sound of the word "enema". She spent a few minutes filling a two quart bag with warm soapy solution, and hung it from a chain that came down from the ceiling. A moment after I heard some water squirt out of the nozzle as she cleared the air from the tubing, I felt her insert the nozzle. "You're going to take it all and hold it a few minutes," she stated in a girlish voice. "Get your head down and it will be easier." I heard a click and the flow started. After a moment I felt a cramp. "Uhhhhhhhh!" I groaned. "Nurse Rachel, I... Uhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" "Rock back and forth, quickly now! You're going to take the entire bag." I felt the gentle femininity of her slender fingers as they stroked my testicles and erection, making it a little easier for me to take the enema. A moment later she said, "There, it's all in. Keep rocking, you have to let it do its work." She lightly touched me in several places, frequently coming back to my groin and giving my scrotum or my cock a few light tugs. An occasional cramp came and went during the time that I held the enema. Nurse Rachel withdrew the nozzle and told me to go get rid of the enema. About twenty minutes later I came back to find that she had prepared my colonic irrigation with an open-top four quart bag. Attached to the end of the tube, instead of a nozzle, was a long colon tube. "Time for your high enema now," Nurse Rachel said. "Up here on the table, on your hands and knees, like before." She placed a gob of lubricant on my anus and inserted the tube a few inches and started a slow, gentle flow. As the flow progressed, she kept inserting more of the colon tube, skillfully snaking it around the curves and bends of my intestinal tract, until after a few minutes a considerable length of the tube was inside me. I felt very full after taking a little over three and a half quarts. My insides sort of ached, but at the same time felt sensuous with all that water in me. She instructed me to pant while she lightly massaged my abdominal area. Then she slowly withdrew the tube, occasionally clicking on the flow to get it to move the right way. When the tube was totally withdrawn, she helped me off the table and I got rid of the enema over the next half hour. When I was sure it was all gone, Rachel turned on the shower and told me to get in and get cleaned up. When I was nearly finished soaping up I startled when Nurse Rachel opened the shower door and climbed in, completely naked. She smiled broadly as I looked at her lovely naked body. She washed her face and then told me to wash her back and legs. I was of course delighted to do that, and after I had applied a generous amount of soap to her, she lathered some in her hands and grasped my firm erection, pumping it and using the soapsuds as lubricant. I grasped her shoulders when I started to spurt with a powerful ejaculation, and she kept pumping until I was drained. She pressed her chest against mine and we hugged for several moments, the shower spray still raining down on us. Then we rinsed off and stopped the shower. She smiled broadly and whispered, "You nasty boy, you squirted your cum on my leg. You'll be disciplined for that!" I put on my clothes, thanked her for an unforgettable session, and mentioned to Nurse Carina that I'd be calling for another appointment in another week. Drained and relaxed, I spent the evening in a contented state. - The Prostate Response Clinic When I called the clinic a few days later to make an appointment for a session in the Prostate Response section, the receptionist told me that it's best to avoid ejaculation for at least two days before the session, and several days if possible. I timed the appointment accordingly, and drove over there on the scheduled day. As soon as I got there Nurse Carina talked briefly to another nurse at the clinic and then said, "Okay, come with me." "Clothes off, and I'll give you two enemas," Carina stated. She smiled as if to herself as I quickly discarded everything I was wearing. "Face up on the table," she directed, and busied herself preparing the enema. Carina hung the bulging red bag on the stand and placed a pillow under my lower back so that the enema would more easily flow into me, lubricated the thick nozzle, and inserted it. I had a raging boner by the time she started the flow. As the soapsuds enema coursed into me, my erection subsided, and when I felt some cramping I protested freely. "You should strive to take your enemas without whining," Nurse Carina mentioned. "It's been noted in your file that you complain a lot. Too much complaining can lead to strict discipline!" I took the hint and attempted to deal with the fullness by panting and an occasional groan. When the enema bag emptied and she closed the valve, Nurse Carina told me to spread my legs far apart, and proceeded to perform what I can only describe as a testicle massage. With a generous supply of lotion, she pressed lightly where it was important to press lightly, and pressed harder in the other places. It actually felt good and I developed a firm, seeping erection. "I have to do this now while you have the enema to distract you, or else you'd pop off instantly," she noted as her fingers continued their sensual kneading. I got rid of the first enema and Nurse Carina started the second one, which went in easier and more quickly than the first. She continued the testicle massage, which only served to get me more aroused. "I don't want you to cum until the end of the session," Nurse Carina stated. "We're going to see how much cum you can generate in one ejaculation. Some of the clients refer to this one as the 'blue-balls' session, understandably." After five tormenting minutes of testicle handling, Nurse Carina let me up to get rid of my rinsing enema and told me to get cleaned up in the shower afterward. I was face up on the table again. She put on a latex glove and probed my rectal area, frequently touching or pressing on my prostate. At the same time she lightly stroked my testicles, my erect member, and my inner thighs, occasionally tugging on my ball sac to discourage me from ejaculating. Nurse Carina kept up this treatment for what seemed to be an extended period of time, but actually was probably about fifteen minutes. "We'd better cool off some of that ardor. Turn over and put your hands well forward," she suddenly instructed. She picked up a leather strap and commenced what was to be a severe and prolonged leathering. I bucked and writhed, exclaiming and pleading for leniency. "Stop that begging!" Nurse Carina scolded. "You should be taking what I give you without asking me to stop! I want you to take the rest of your strapping without whining, and for heavens sake, stop that wiggling! I'm going to note this in your file as needing work." She applied about four dozen more strokes while I tried my best to take them without pleading. I still writhed and exclaimed, but managed to not beg her to stop, reasoning that I'm going to get what she's giving anyway. The strapping certainly took care of my raging boner. The penetrating heat from the strap, however, proved to enhance things later. Nurse Carina put the strap down and ran her fingers lightly all over my erogenous zones that were within her reach - the backs of my legs, inner thighs, my bottom, and testicles. I got hard again in a hurry, and gave frequent, deep sighs as an indication of my arousal. She frequently reached in and prodded my prostate with a gloved finger. This went on for another thirty or so minutes. Then she had me turn over, face up, and she discarded the glove. With one hand around my testicles and the other around my boner, she gave slow pumping strokes while frequently tugging on my scrotum to keep me from ejaculating. After a few moments she had to considerably decrease the intensity of her handling, since I was extremely close to squirting. I desperately wanted relief, at the same time knowing that after I squirt, the session - and Carina's sweet handling - would be over. She had an amazing sensitivity, and could tell at just what point to lighten the handling and tug on my scrotum. Her expert handling continued for a prolonged period of time, and my nuts ached for relief. Nurse Carina stopped handling me, and lowered a horizontal metal bar from the ceiling which was attached by chains. She told me to stand up and hold on tightly to the metal bar with both hands, since she wanted me to remain standing when I ejaculate. I reached up and grasped the bar, which was several inches above the top of my head. She fetched a transparent container with measuring marks on it, and squatted in front of me. "Don't cum yet - hold off as long as you possibly can," she instructed, and resumed her slow, sensuous pumping and tugging. When it was clear that I was not going to last much longer, she released hold of me, unfastened several buttons on her uniform, and lowered the top of her dress down to her waist. Her beautiful breasts showed, with nipples standing out prominently. She lubricated an oblong vibrator and inserted it in my back way so that it was in contact with my prostate. A small battery case and on-off switch was attached to it by a thin wire, and she let it hang between my legs. Carina, with a well lubricated hand, resumed pumping my aching and throbbing erection. After a moment she switched on the vibrator, resumed pumping, and said, "Cum on my tits, Rick! Give me all your cum!" Just as I started to squirt, she held the container so that all my fluid splashed into it instead of on her breasts. My knees buckled completely and I could not keep from closing my eyes and moaning incoherently while she pumped and pumped and I spurted repeatedly. She kept milking semen from me for several minutes, a drop here, a spurt there. Finally she put the container down, replaced her top, pulled the vibrating egg from me, and said I could get dressed. I drove home in a totally spent state. - A Session With Nurse Gloria I tried to keep from making another appointment for more than a week, and succeeded only because there were no appointments available for a couple of the days surrounding the one week mark. I opted for a session with Nurse Gloria, not knowing exactly what to expect, and also curious because so little was described about her sessions. Nurse Gloria came to the reception area a couple of minutes after Carina let her know that I was there. She was rather tall, with dark brown hair below her shoulders, tanned olive skin, shapely bare legs, and penetrating eyes. For some reason I also noticed her hips; there was something about her hips that intrigued me. It was as if a major part of her energy was centered around her hips. "Well Rick," she began brightly after she led me into her room and locked the door, "Let's start you off the right way - with a couple of enemas. Take off all your clothes, and I'll give you some nice, big, enemas. Oh, and it's okay to simply call me Gloria." She prepared a closed-top bag with a sudsy solution and had me get down on my hands and knees on the floor. The black nozzle, which was thicker at the front end than in the middle, slid in easily. "Yes, you're getting an enema," she narrated as the sudsy solution filled me up. "You'll be taking every drop of this ENEMA and holding it for a while - we're going to clean you out good with your ENEMA. Yes, you need to take an enema..." "Ohhhh, Gloria, I'm so full!" I exclaimed. "Now now, you just let the enema do its work until I tell you to get up," she mildly scolded. "I noticed in your file it says that you have a tendency to complain. You're not supposed to do that, Rick," she added ominously. After several waves of cramping, Nurse Gloria let me up to get rid of the enema, and I spent a good twenty minutes doing that. On my hands and knees again, I took the rinsing enema while she frequently peppered the word 'enema' throughout the conversation. Finally I got up and obtained relief from the rinsing enema and cleaned up in the shower. Nurse Gloria had moved an armless chair out from the corner and was casually seated in it when I dried off. She told me to kneel in front of her, and handed me a container of lotion. Then, to my surprise, she bared her chest and told me to put some lotion on her chest. My boner stuck straight out as I rubbed lotion all over her firm, resilient, medium-sized breasts. "That feels good, Rick," she whispered as her nipples stiffened. I worked the lotion into her skin for a few more minutes, and then she said, "Now do my legs," and hiked up her dress. I became even more aroused when I felt her firm, smooth legs and rubbed the lotion in. "There are two things that I really like to do, Rick," Gloria explained as I lotioned her legs. "I like to spank. I really like to spank naughty boys when they are across my lap. Your bottom is going to get a good working over today - a VERY good working over with my paddle." Some drops of pre-cum had oozed out of me by that time and she continued, "The other thing I like to do, Rick - is fuck. I don't know which I like to do more, spank or fuck. I really, really like to fuck. And when I do, I fuck until I cum at least once, and sometimes more. I'm never satisfied until I cum. That turns you on, Rick, doesn't it?" "Yes, Gloria," I hoarsely whispered as I seeped some more. I thought of her sensuous hips and how I would love to be inside her, thrusting my engorged member between her hips, with my legs pressing against hers, and her stiff nipples against my chest. I tried to imagine her cumming. "That's enough lotion, Rick. Now, I want you to go over to the examination table. You'll see a paddle there. I want you to bring it to me." The paddle was shaped somewhat like a hairbrush, although it was larger, and of course, did not have the bristles. It was constructed from a hard wood, and was obviously custom made for her. It had the name GLORIA engraved on one side. I gingerly handed the hardwood paddle to her. "When you get across my lap, Rick, put your thing between my legs. Get over, now!" The feel of Gloria's smooth skin against mine gave me a quick rush as I got across her lap. "Now, Rick, you aren't going to complain, are you?" "No Ma'am!" "And, Rick, you're not going to tell me to stop spanking you either, now, are you?" "Uh.... no ma'am," I answered weakly, not knowing for sure if I could keep from asking her to stop if things got too hot. "Because if you do, I'll spank you even more. And I've already told you how much I like to spank." My heart pounded furiously. "Ummm. Yes ma'am." "Okay, now that we've got that cleared up, I'm going to give you your paddling. I don't want you to interfere with me." After the first ten or so swats landed, the buildup of hot pain from the paddle seemed to increase every time Gloria's paddle made contact. Although I tried hard, I could not keep from exclaiming, and I couldn't refrain from wiggling when the sensation reached the intensity I was feeling then. Gloria kept up the paddling with a fairly even cadence, alternating strong swats first on one ass cheek, then on the other. Whap! Whap! Whap! ... "Ahh! Ow! OH! Oh God, Gloria! Mmmmf! Oh Gloria! ..." She scolded me frequently for wiggling, telling me to be still. I always said "Yes ma'am" and tried, but I just couldn't. The swats had too much of a sting to them. I actually wondered during the spanking how I would be able to sit at all afterward. Gloria just kept on methodically and regularly pounding that paddle into my burning rear end, and acted like she didn't ever intend to stop. On and on it went. On and on I writhed and exclaimed. On and on she paddled. And paddled. And paddled. Long after I was sure I would never ever be able to sit again, Gloria stopped, and helped me up. she led me to the examination table, put a firm pillow in the center, and had me lie face down with my hips over the pillow. A cool damp towel relieved some of the immediate pain, and I just relaxed for a few minutes while Gloria busied herself with other things. She massaged my back and arms for a few minutes, and I began to feel contented. "Don't get up, Rick. I'm going to take off all my clothes, and you can watch," she said. She removed her black sneakers, and then cast off her uniform. My eyes immediately went to her hips, and I saw that she had not been wearing panties. Also, I was surprised when I saw that she was wearing a harness which held an interesting strap-on device. "As you can see, Rick," she began, "this is not an ordinary strap-on. I paid a lot of money to have this one developed for me. See, it's very flexible, and also retains its shape. Not like an ordinary gel probe. Also, it has its own supply of lubricant, and it releases it very gradually, so I don't have to stop and re-lube your tail end. Plus, I can make the tip vibrate and wiggle when I switch on this little battery pack." Her smile was contagious. "The best thing about it," she continued, "is that the harness has an attachment that fits inside me, and is also coupled to the part that goes inside you. It's very stimulating." I was in awe. "Rick, I'm going to give you a good fucking. I'm going to fuck you silly, till your head spins. I'm going to enjoy doing that, and I won't stop until I've cum several times." Gloria removed the damp towel from my reddened and well-paddled bottom. Then she donned a disposable glove and said, "Before I start, I'm going to pack some long-lasting lube back there. I'll get you nice and sloppy and I'll slip right in." She placed several gobs of lubricant with the consistency of petroleum jelly in me, and also applied some on the outside of my entrance. I heard Gloria snap off the glove. She got up on the examination table and straddled me. I felt her spread my nether region with one hand as she guided the tip of the strap-on to its destination with her other hand. A shove, and the tip entered me. "Uhhhhh!" I responded. Over the next several seconds she slowly sank the probe all the way into me. I moaned when the tip of it rubbed against my prostate. With her probe now all the way inside me, she leaned forward so that she was lying on top of me. She extended her legs and I felt the smoothness of her skin against mine. "Put your arms on the table and extend them above your head," she instructed. When I did, she grasped my hands with hers, and placed her forearms against mine so that she was both pinning me down and providing some leverage for herself. Gloria slowly pulled back almost all the way, and just as slowly thrust in. She repeated this a few times, and then quickened the pace of the thrusts. Her voice quavering from arousal and from the motion of her hips as she pegged me with her probe, she said, "This feels good, Rick. I'm going to fuck your brains out. I could do this all day." "Uhh! Uhh! Ohh!" I exclaimed, in time with the ever-increasing force of her thrusts. "Uhh! Ohh! Glo... ri... ahhhh! Ohh..." Her breathing was fast and spirited. A moment later she gasped, exclaimed "Oh God!" and vigorously pounded her hips against me as she climaxed. She slowed the pace of the pounding and continued to hold me down while she probed with full thrusts. When her breathing returned to normal, which took about two full minutes, she pumped with increased force and swiftness. I squirmed, having felt well-drilled already. "Rick, I told you that I like to fuck, didn't I? You're going to find out what that means. I'm not even close to being done with you." "Auuugh! Gloria!" She giggled. I recognized her gradual increase of arousal after a few moments. The force of her thrusts intensified, her breathing quickened, and she began to give a short 'uhh' sound each time she thrust the probe into me. I too began to groan with each penetration, which I think she liked. Gloria climaxed again after prolonged pumping. Her orgasm was again accompanied by her energetically pounding her hips against me. After her orgasmic frenzy, she nestled her probe in as far as it would go, and rested for a few minutes. "This feels good, Rick," Gloria half-whispered. "I can do this for a long time, as you're finding out. We've got a ways to go before I stop." She lay there resting for another couple of minutes, then began to pump her hips again, slowly at first. Her hands tightened their grasp, and she pumped with more force. Her thrusts sped up considerably, and I heard her breathing quicken. I recalled that she appeared to like it when I became vocal with each thrust. "Uh! Oh! Ooh! Ahh! Uhnn! Uh! Ohhh!" I groaned with each thrusting penetration. This strategy paid off and she exploded with another orgasm (during which she pumped furiously) when I had vocalized like that for a couple more minutes. "This is so good," Gloria said as she rested with the strap-on still inside me. "Do you believe now that I like to fuck?" "Oh yes ma'am!" I immediately replied. I wondered how many more times she was going to ravish me before stopping. I realized that the attractiveness of her hips when I first saw her was due in part to her level of fitness, and also to the fact that her hips were the center of her sexual energy. Geez, I thought to myself, is she ever going to stop? I wanted to find ways of making her climax sooner, and decided to experiment a little. Ever so slightly, and very slowly, I pressed my bottom upward against her hips, as if trying to get the probe to go deeper inside. Then I relaxed, very slowly. I repeated this motion, gradually going a little faster, but not any more prominently. Gloria softly moaned, and her breathing quickened. I had to admit it was somewhat arousing to me to have this kind of effect on her. She began to pump her hips again, in a rather impatient fashion, and I more deliberately pressed upward against her with each pump. The probe constantly rubbed on my prostate which, in addition to being erotically arousing, caused me to seep seminal fluid. Gloria vocally punctuated each thrust with "uh!", and I knew she was quickly approaching another climax. I accentuated my response, pushing back quickly and forcefully, and reacting vocally. She pumped more forcefully as her orgasm quickly swept through her. "Oh! Yes! Ahh!..." she gasped. As soon as she began to slow down, I decided I would have some more fun, and try to wear HER out. Blatantly pushing back and forth in a pumping motion, I exclaimed, "Oh, Gloria! Uhh! Fuck me! Please don't stop! Uhh! I can't get enough of you! Fuck me, Gloria... fuck me! Uhh! Hard!" "Oh, Rick," she quavered as she picked up the pace at my urging, "I love doing you!" She pressed her forearms hard against mine as she pinned me down for her pleasure. Still pushing back and forth with my hips, I egged her on. "Unh! Ohh! Ahh! Gloria... fuck... me... hard... fuck... me... ahh... ooh... ahh... more! ahh... fuck... me... fuck... me..." I went on like that for another few moments, until she gasped, "Oh God, Rick! Ahh-ahhh-ahh-ahhhhh!" She pumped convulsively until her orgasm subsided, whereupon she completely stopped fucking me. She panted heavily for a couple minutes, then pushed until her probe was completely inside me, and held still. A moment later she said that she had a little treat for me, and flipped the switch on the small battery pack. The probe vibrated and squirmed in a twisting fashion. I had never felt anything like that in my life, and it stimulated every nerve ending that it touched, in addition to prodding my prostate. Within a moment I had an orgasm that seemed to explode through my entire body. While spurting, I violently bucked, and passionately exclaimed with wordless sounds. Sweaty and fully spent, I collapsed with Gloria on top of me. Her probe was still vibrating and writhing inside me. "Ohhhh, Gloria...." was all I could say. She giggled and switched off the battery pack, and slowly pulled out. Telling me to stay where I was, she spent about ten minutes massaging my arms, back, and legs. "How about a nice long shower?" she asked, and turned on the water in the adjoining area. We both got in the spacious shower area, and soaped and rinsed thoroughly. Gloria smiled broadly, put her arms around me, and, while we were under the spray of the shower, pressed her lips on mine. We exchanged kisses for several minutes, and then I pulled away, grasped her lovely hips with my hands, and knelt in front of her. Gingerly I kissed her pussy. When she reacted positively, I kept on, and reveled in the stream of water flowing down on my face from the shower. I passionately kissed and licked her pubic area and heard her moan as if in the distance. She placed her hands on my shoulders for stability and trembled with a fresh climax. Then she gently pulled my mouth away from her pussy, saying that she couldn't take any more. I stood up and hugged her tightly, fervently kissing her on the mouth. After a few more minutes, we got out and dried off. Gloria put on a fresh uniform while I dressed. "I can't tell you what an experience this was," I said as I prepared to leave. She smiled, took my hand, and led me to the reception area. - The Ejaculation Extraction Clinic After my grueling session with Gloria, I thought I'd stay away from the clinic for a while. My other experiences there, however, plus my fantasizing about Gloria and the other nurses at the clinic, forced me to conclude what I really knew from the start: I couldn't stay away for long. I decided to try the Ejaculation Extraction session next, as I had an idea that it would involve milking of some kind, and I became erotically curious. When I called for the appointment, the one I talked to strongly advised to refrain from ejaculation for at least five days prior to the session. I agreed, although I knew it would be difficult to do that. And indeed it was difficult. After two days, I had frequent persistent erections, and my fantasies ran wild. I was sorely tempted on many occasions to relieve my frustration, but fortunately I thought better of it and managed to avoid it. I felt some seepage from my cock on my drive to the clinic. I desperately wanted to get started once I was there, and the fifteen minute wait in the reception area served only to heighten my desire. A petite, dark-haired woman called my name and took me back to the room in the clinic for my session. She introduced herself as Nurse Raven. She wore platform heels, was barelegged, and she wore her crisp white uniform impeccably. I was surprised to find there were two other nurses in the room - Crystal, somewhat tall, very slender, with medium length dishwater-blonde hair, and Lynn, rather petite, with long straight light brown hair. Crystal appeared to be less experienced than the other two. Crystal and Lynn had already set up the enema for me, and Raven gave me two enemas in succession. The ladies made several remarks about my almost constant state of erection during my enemas and shower. Raven spoke first after I dried off. "We're going to extract as much ejaculate as we can today, and we'll measure and note the amount in your file in case you want to try again sometime. You will ejaculate several times this afternoon. That's why you were advised to not have any kind of sex for several days. You can tell us later whether or not it was worth it." Raven directed me to stand with my feet well apart and lean back against the examination table. She squatted in front of me, hiked up her uniform and spread her knees apart. She wore no panties, and I saw her dark brown pubic hair and protruding labia. Crystal, meanwhile, had applied some vegetable oil to her hands and masturbated me to a quick orgasm, collecting my fluid in a container. Raven smiled and said, "The first one's always the easiest. After that, we have to become more creative." It was a welcome relief to have popped off after five days of restraint. It didn't take long, however, to become erect again, since all three ladies made suggestive comments while they all handled my eager member and ball sac. Three pairs of slippery feminine hands rubbing, pulling, and tugging caused me to spurt again after a short while, and Crystal collected my fluid to add to what I had spent earlier. Lynn suggested that I get up on the examination table and lie down to relax for a few minutes. The three women lightly and teasingly touched and massaged me all over, and I developed another boner in about fifteen minutes. I was really enjoying the session, especially in view of my five-day abstinence. Lynn brought out a sheath-like device with attached tubes and a hand-operated squeeze bulb, generously poured vegetable oil inside the sheath and slipped it over my erection. She adjusted a valve on the squeeze bulb and gave it a few squeezes. every time she squeezed the bulb, the sheath slid toward the tip of my member, and when she released the bulb, the sheath slid back toward the base to swallow my cock. The velvety, slippery feeling each time the sheath slid up and down, was nothing short of exquisite. Raven and Crystal watched in fascination as Lynn, with a bright gleam in her eyes, expertly varied the timing and the length of the strokes. Raven cupped my testicles in one hand and teased them with the fingers of her other hand. Lynn accelerated the tempo of full, complete squeezes, and a moment thereafter, I groaned and writhed, spurting into the sheath. Lynn removed the equipment and handed it to Crystal, who transferred as much of the semen as possible into the container. Raven suggested a short break, and brought cool refreshments for all of us. When we had all finished cooling down, Lynn told me to lie on the examination table, and appeared to lead the session. "Raven, please prepare some ginger, and bring a condom," Lynn instructed. Turning to Crystal, she continued, "Crystal, do you remember a recent disagreement we had, and you made a bet?" Crystal's face took on a worried look and she slowly replied, "Y-yesss." "I'll repeat your exact words," Lynn continued, "You said, and I quote - 'I'll bet your birch against the loser's ass'... Now you thought that you were going to get to birch me, didn't you? But I knew that you'd lose the wager, and you now know that you've lost. Rick, turn over and let Raven insert the fresh ginger suppository." Raven had crafted an oblong suppository from fresh ginger root. The suppository was about an inch-and-a-half long and a little over a half inch thick. She snapped on a disposable glove and pushed the ginger up inside until it rested against my prostate. I felt a warm feeling from inside, and developed a firm erection. I later learned that this is an effect of the ginger suppository. "On your back now," cooed Raven, and slipped the condom on me. "Crystal," Lynn instructed, "please take off all your clothes. You may keep your shoes on if you like." Crystal looked over to Lynn, glanced at me, and turned back to Lynn. "You mean... Does this mean..." "Yes, it does," Lynn stated. "I'm going to give you the birching that you deserve. Now off with your clothes, and get on top of Rick," she said in a firm tone. In a manner that conveyed her doubt that any of this was happening, Crystal mechanically removed her uniform and her panties, keeping her white sneakers on. She slowly climbed on the table and put her knees on either side of mine, straddling me in a crawling position. My boner stiffened as Crystal hovered there. Raven spread some lubricant on my condom. "Lay down, dear," she said, nudging her so that she got down on top of me. "Okay, let's put this inside you, now," Raven gently directed. Crystal complied and my stiff member, aided by Raven's hand, slipped inside Crystal's pussy. She swallowed my erection inside her vagina, and softly moaned. I looked to the side and saw Lynn shaking water off the birch, which consisted of several switches about twenty four inches long, bound together at one end to form a handle. Apparently the birch had been soaking in brine for a few days. Lynn whisked it rapidly a few times. "Make sure he stays inside you," admonished Lynn, "or I'll give you extra. When you feel this, I know you won't want any extra. Rick, put your arms around her and hold her tight - she's likely to be jumpy when she feels the birch." I put one arm around Crystal's lower back, and placed my other arm around her shoulders. I wondered if there was something else behind the fact that Crystal was getting a birching. Are she and Lynn rivals, or roommates, or lovers? The feel of her firm smooth legs against mine was a turn-on for me. Since I had already ejaculated three times so far this session, I wasn't about to cum right away, but Crystal's proximity kept me quite hard and erect. Lynn walked up to where she had easy access to Crystal's bare bottom. Because I was on my back, I could see everything that was happening. Crystal, on the other hand, was face-down on top of me, and she could not see what was happening. I saw Lynn raise the birch. An instant later, after a brief 'whippp' sound, Crystal's entire body jerked. She yelled "Aahhh!" and kicked her legs up and down a couple of times. Lynn whisked the switches again and Crystal twisted and writhed at the same time as she yelled "Geeez Lynn." Further whisks from the switches resulted in Crystal's almost constant writhing, kicking of her legs, and loud vocal reaction. At the same time, she jerked her hips up and down frequently in a vain attempt to deal with the intense sensation of the birch. I tightened my grip on her. Lynn paused and said, "Crystal, I don't think you know what a good spanking really feels like. I've seen you dish it out to guys at Discipline Clinic, and you seem to be more harsh than is necessary. I hope this will teach you what it feels like to be on the receiving end." Lynn resumed her birching of Crystal's bare bottom, giving an energetic whisk once every two to three seconds. Crystal cried out with each stroke. Her constant jerking, writhing, and kicking, along with the ginger suppository, had an arousing effect on me and I knew I couldn't last much longer before ejaculating. About a minute after that, I passionately bucked and spurted as I was wracked by a powerful, intense orgasm. Lynn did not cease administering the birch until after my throes of passion subsided. Crystal lay trembling in my arms for a minute or two, and Lynn told her to pull off and get up. Crystal gently removed the condom and added the semen to her container, and noted the amount. As she did this, I noticed the many switch lines on her bottom. The session was pretty much over at that point - I was completely spent, and Crystal said she felt worn out from the birching. I asked Raven how the staff is matched with their clients for sessions. She mentioned that all appointments, except for those specifically made for Nurse Gloria, are posted for the staff, and that staff members essentially sign up for the particular sessions they're interested in. For me, that meant that all the women in the session today wanted to be there, and likewise for my other sessions. I opted not to have another shower at the clinic - I wanted to get home and rest. - The Discipline Clinic About ten days after my last session, I made an appointment for the Discipline Clinic. On my drive over there, I wondered what the setting would be, and how severe the discipline would be. I gathered that I would probably be on the receiving end of a substantial amount. Nurse Carina smiled as she led me to the particular room where my session would take place. Once inside the door, she told me to strip. While I removed my clothes, she said that she was going to bind me to the punishment box, and that I would receive discipline from several of the staff - one of them would come in and do whatever they were going to do, then leave and notify the next one. "No enemas today, Rick," she said sweetly. Carina eased me over the punishment box, which was a solidly built structure in the center of the room. The box was constructed so that the recipient's bare bottom was perfectly presented to the discipline administrator. Further, the structure was padded and the recipient could be bound in any or all of several places. Carina cinched my waist, my wrists, and just above my knees. Except for some very limited squirming, I could not move my bottom at all. I was completely at the staff's mercy. I asked Carina if she was going to be one of the spankers and she said not this time. As she was leaving, she mentioned that this session would be intense, and that my limits would be tested and possibly extended. That told me that the session would be severe. A few minutes later I heard someone enter the room and walk around a while before I was able to see her. It was Nurse Rachel, and she held a paddle in one hand. "As I remember, Rick," she began in a mesmerizingly sensual voice, "you squirted on my legs during your colonic session, and I mentioned that you'd be punished for that. I'm going to give you a good paddling, because you're a nasty boy. I like to spank nasty boys - and I always spank them hard!" She pranced around to my left side, and she touched my bottom with the paddle for a few seconds. A moment later I felt a hard paddle swat squarely across both buttocks. I uttered a surprised "Uh!" when it hit. A scant five seconds later, she slammed the paddle against my bottom so that it hit both sides. A few seconds later, a third hard swat. The heat and urgency of sensation now began to build up and increase every time Rachel applied the paddle. Wham! Five... Wham! Six... Wham! Seven... Wham! Eight.. When is she going to quit, I wondered. My shouts became louder and longer lasting with each stroke. Wham! "Ow! Stop! Stop!" Wham! "Ahhh! Nooooo!" Wham! "Owww! I can't -" Wham! "Owwwww!" I felt like Rachel could have fried an egg on my bottom after the blazing sequence of one dozen very hard paddle swats. She calmly walked around in front of me, standing up close with her bare legs practically in front of my face. "Well, my nasty boy, we're off to a good start. I'm sure that spankable bottom will be very, very sore before you leave here." She stood there silently for a while, probably to let me recover a little. "You're going to get more, Rick," she continued. "You need to develop more self-discipline and not tell your Mistresses to stop spanking, like you did a little bit ago. You need to learn to accept your discipline. When you protest too much, you get punished more." She prepared to resume administering the paddle, and held it touching my buttocks. "Are you going to accept your discipline without complaint?" "Yes, ma'am." Wham! "Aaaaugh!" "Are you going to take your punishment without telling me to stop?" "Yes, ma'am!" Wham! "Oww!" Wham! "Oh!" Wham! "Oh God..." "Get ready for some more, Rick! I'm going to give you the rest of your paddling without stopping. If you beg or tell me to stop, you will sorely regret it." Rachel gave me eight more swats without pausing. I'm sure that she put every ounce of energy she had into each swat. I yelled and exclaimed, but I managed to avoid pleading, although I came dangerously close to it a couple of times. She went in front of me and stood quite near. "I'd love to give you a lot more of this paddle, Rick. It would be nice to paddle you until I'm all creamy and then have you eat my pussy. Maybe another time - I get turned on when I give a hard spanking." She put the paddle down and made some notes in my file. "Let's see who will discipline you next," she mused, looking at the schedule. "Oh, Anarosa's next! That will be interesting! Too bad I can't stay and watch." Then she was gone. A few minutes later the door opened and I heard the clip-clop of high heels on the floor. Without a word, whoever entered the room lightly ran her hands over my back, over my bottom, and then my legs. She then walked to where I could see her. She was fairly tall, slender, with olive skin. Her full lips had bright red lipstick - although the redness was prominent, it was tastefully done. She had short black hair, wore a white uniform, black pumps, and had smooth bare legs. "I am Miss Anarosa," she said. Then she opened a storage closet and wheeled out a cart on which two television monitors had been placed side-by-side at an angle which allowed me to see them without craning my neck. Some cables were attached to them and went where I couldn't see the other end. Anarosa disappeared behind me and I heard cabinet doors opening and closing, and some motorized whirring. Then she switched the power on the monitors. A moment later each monitor came into crisp focus. The rightmost monitor displayed my naked bottom as would be seen by someone standing a couple of feet away. The leftmost monitor displayed the scene from behind me from a greater distance, and from an angle. Every ten or so seconds the leftmost monitor's vantage point changed and there was the scene from a slightly different angle. She picked up a leather tawse. I heard her heels clip-clop as she slowly walked behind me to administer. At the same time, my attention was on the two monitors before me. It was like watching a fascinating video, and experiencing it at the same time. The leftmost monitor showed Anarosa as she prepared to start the strapping. I saw her, on the monitor, draw her arm back, and then she whipped the strap across my bottom. The rightmost monitor showed the strap as it came into the camera's view and swiped across both sides of my bared bottom, and the instantaneous marks that it left. Concurrently, I felt a shock of heat and pain. Almost immediately she again swiped the strap across me, and the effect of the sensation from this stroke added to the previous stroke's buildup of sensation. I exclaimed as I saw her get ready to administer the next stroke. The pain was rapidly increasing. On the leftmost monitor I saw the energy that she put into the swipes. Her whole body swiveled as she swung the strap, and she gave a generous follow-through. I'm convinced it's the follow-through that makes a swat with a strap really hurt. After the tenth fiery swipe, Anarosa went to the other side and rapidly planted ten more blazing strap strokes across my helpless bottom. I yelled with each impact. Without saying a word, she kept on like that, giving me ten hard swipes with the strap, and changing sides, for what must have been forty or fifty more strokes. Then she moved directly behind me and with athletic exuberance, rapidly swiped the strap back and forth for twenty swats. This hurt even more than the others, since the strap made contact primarily with the sides of the nether cheeks where the skin is more tender. Quietly, she put the monitors away, and then stood in front of me and cradled my face in her hands for a few moments. "I would like to give you enemas," she said, breaking the silence. "It would not be easy for you the way I do it. It would be worth it - for me and for you. Maybe sometime?" Then she left the room. I was starting to recover from the strapping on top of the paddling, when I heard the door open and close. "Well, hello, Rick! Do you remember me?" asked Nurse Crystal as she came around to where I could see her. She was wearing her crisp short uniform, white sneakers with no stockings, and bare legs. "Oh, yes, I do..." I answered hesitantly. "Good. You'll remember me even more after today, I'm sure." Crystal walked around and put her hands on my well punished bottom. "Hmmmm... They DID give it to you pretty good! You still have a ways to go today. They DID tell you it would be 'intense', didn't they?" "Yes ma'am." "You got off on my being birched that time, didn't you?" I didn't know what to say. Anything I'd say could be construed any way she wanted. "Oh, Nurse Crystal... I didn't make the decision to birch you..." "You still got off during it, right?" I remembered that it was very stimulating. Also, I knew that she pretty much had me where she wanted me. "Yes ma'am," I admitted, almost in a whisper. "At least you didn't lie," she said. "That's a quality I like in a person - somebody who won't lie, even if it might mean some, uh, trouble for them." "Yes, Miss Crystal," I answered. "Do you know what else I like in a person? I like it when a guy takes a good punishment from me without complaining. So far I haven't seen many of those at all. Do you think you could be one?" "I'll try, Nurse Crystal. Yes, I'll try..." She continued, "You're going to get a good caning today. The rattan cane is my favorite thing to use, and I'm very good at it. I'm likely to get off several times from caning you. Does that bother you?" "No ma'am. If you get pleasure from it, it doesn't bother me." "Good. Because I'd do it anyway. And you're respectful too. I like that. Well, no sense in delaying the inevitable, is there? I'll just slip off my panties so I can enjoy giving you a severe whipping. I'm already starting to cream." Crystal retrieved a thin straight rattan cane about three feet long with a rubber handle. I felt her lightly tap it several times on my captive bottom, in preparation for using it. Suddenly I heard the cane whisper a brief 'whippp!' sound and I felt a flash of lightning-like pain across my bottom. An instant later, I heard the dreaded 'whip' sound and felt another streak of pain. Crystal was giving each stroke of the cane about once per second, which is very fast-paced for a caning. I could do nothing but exclaim aloud after the first couple of strokes. She paused after about a dozen smacks. I heard Crystal's rate of breathing increase rapidly, and then a couple of gasps, followed by a moment of panting, culminating with a sigh of contentment. She then gave me about twenty brisk smacks with the cane as I cried out with each one. She paused to climax again, and this time could not keep from emitting a few vocal gasps of pleasure. I was thankful for the pauses, as they gave sweet respite from the vigor of Crystal's administration of discipline. "I like this," she exclaimed, "If you were my boyfriend I'd have you eat my pussy each time so I wouldn't have to do this myself!" She imparted another dozen whips with the cane. I felt like my bottom was blazing. She paused, but did not masturbate. Instead, she lightly ran her fingers on my bottom, feeling the ridges and welts from her expert handling of the rattan cane. "Nope," she declared, "You still need more." This next set was the most fast-paced yet, with Crystal administering probably two strokes per second. It went on and on, probably amounting to about thirty six or more strokes. I reacted with an uninhibited shout each time, with one long yell toward the end of the set, and constantly kicking my legs throughout the whipping. She fingered herself to climax again, unabashedly vocalizing her orgasm. "I did pretty good today," she stated, "And you did too. Now let's get you out of your restraints so I can put some soothing ointment on your bottom." Crystal had me lie face down on the examination table after she released me from the punishment bench. She gently applied some cream on my punished bottom and took her time doing so. After I lay there a few minutes she had me turn over. "This session was a lot different from the others you've had," she said. "No enemas, no milking, just plain spanking." She smiled broadly and put her hands on my chest and tummy area, and let them idly wander. She continued talking, her eyes staring into empty space. "I really do enjoy giving discipline," she continued. "Lynn was probably right when she said I tend to get carried away - I just enjoy it so much. It does something inside me that - well, it really turns me on. I wish I had a boyfriend who I could discipline regularly. None of the guys that want to go out with me will take a good spanking just to please me. It always ends up the same way - we go out a few times, things get intimate, I try to steer things so that I get some pleasure, and they're gone. It's almost enough to sway me over to being with women." There was a brief pause. "I'm not saying I don't enjoy vanilla sex - I do, but a long term relationship has to include spanking. I'm not dominant in all ways in a relationship, but I do need to administer discipline. Sometimes I even think I could like being spanked, if it's the right person." She looked in my eyes, having come back to the present, and glanced over at my groin. I had developed a firm erection, which had surprised me too, because I was listening intently to what she was saying. "Well, look here!" she exclaimed with gleaming eyes. "At least part of you likes what I was saying." She reached over with one hand and gently, teasingly manipulated my firm boner and testicles. I slowly and deliberately grasped her hand - the one that was stroking my erection - and brought it to my face. I held her hand there a moment, then brought it to my lips and lightly kissed it. She was visibly touched by this, and after saying something like "how sweet," mentioned that while she'd like to get to know me better outside of the clinic, there are strict rules against socializing with clients. I didn't say anything in reply, but I did kiss her hand again and looked at her wistfully. The session was basically over, and I got dressed and drove home, opting to wait until later to get showered so that the ointment had time to work. Crystal was heavily on my mind for several days afterward. I wondered about going back to the clinic, since I had experienced every different type of session that they had to offer. I considered which ones I had enjoyed the most, and thought that I'd go back and repeat some of those. Then I remembered that even if I did repeat a type of session, it may be with a different nurse or different group, if more than one was supposed to be there. I also had a thrill of curiosity about Nurse Anarosa's enemas - she had mentioned that they would be difficult for me, but that they'd be worth it, whatever that meant. Also, I wondered about my chances of getting Crystal for another session. Would she want to sign up for one with me, or would she avoid me? If I chose the Colonic Discipline session, I'm likely to get Anarosa - she said she wanted to give me enemas. If I chose the Ejaculation Extraction, there's be three of them, but Crystal would likely avoid that one, and it was frustrating to refrain from ejaculating for five days or more. Also, I didn't want to go back for the Discipline Clinic again for a while - it was very severe. I wondered about the Prostate Response Clinic - what are the chances that Crystal would do that one? I decided that whichever sessions I chose, I'd enjoy them, and that I shouldn't worry so much about orchestrating them. Since I was getting more curious about Anarosa's administration of enemas, I called for an appointment for the Colonic Discipline Clinic and dropped a hint about Anarosa. - Anarosa Does It Good Anarosa came to get me when I arrived, and I was somewhat nervous when I tried to figure out how she would administer enemas differently so as to make them difficult for the recipient. She wore street clothes - a white T-shirt, jeans, and sandals. I took off all my clothes and she told me to bend over and lean across the examination table. She had prepared a soapstick which had the distinct scent of Ivory soap. The stick was about three inches long and a half inch across. Anarosa ran some water over the soapstick and easily inserted it into me. It stung somewhat going in, and I definitely felt it as it pressed against my prostate. My insides kind of ached now and then from the effect of the large suppository. She then had me stand up while she lowered the height of the examination table until the surface was about two feet high, and told me to get on my tummy. "The soap has to work for a while," she said, "and then I'll give you your enemas. But now, I've got something else for you!" and removed the leather belt from her jeans, and doubled it up. Anarosa calmly walked over to one side and dispassionately administered ten hard strokes of the leather. I kicked my legs and exclaimed each time the strap bit into me, and I held on to the edges of the table with both hands. "You didn't do too badly then," she mused. "Can you be still while I spank you?" "I don't know..." "Try it - as much as you can - and be quiet too." Anarosa gave me ten more vigorous strokes of the leather on my bottom. I moved some with each stroke, and managed to keep quiet for the first three. I could not keep from kicking my legs after five swats. "Well, a little better," she said encouragingly. "That's a start. Here, try again." Even though I gathered all my resolve, I could not keep still after the fourth stroke, and I exclaimed, rather quietly at first, and louder as she kept up the strapping. "That's not good enough," Anarosa complained, and put me through several more energetic sets of ten strokes while I tried in vain to please her. I felt that I made significant progress, and needed more practice before I could take a strapping like that without kicking or exclaiming. Anarosa put the belt back on her jeans. "Go use the bathroom and then I'll give you your enemas," she said. I went ahead, and about ten minutes later came back out into the room. She had me lie face-up on the examination table, and tilted it slightly so that the enema solution would have an easier time going in. She put a generous amount of Ivory soap solution in the three quart bag, and hooked up a retention nozzle - one that inflates to keep it in place - and removed the air from it. After lubricating the nozzle with soap, she inserted it and inflated the inner and outer cuffs. Then she adjusted the height of the bag so that the flow would be slow and at the same time relentless. Anarosa conveyed that she had no intention of stopping the flow once it started by walking to the opposite end of the examination table, and lightly caressed my face in her hands. Her large brown eyes stared directly into mine. Several times I felt I was overly full, and asked her to stop the flow for a little while. Each time she silently shook her head, and smiled. I frequently cried out when a cramp gripped my insides, sometimes opening my mouth wide and clamoring, "Ahhhhh-ahh-ahhhhhhh!" and tossed my head from side to side. When the last bit of enema gurgled into me, Anarosa closed the hose clamp and left the retention nozzle in place. I almost felt as though I could taste the soapy solution, I was so full. She continued to touch my face with her hands, and peered into my eyes as I struggled with the frequent waves of cramping and begged for relief. I held the enema for ten minutes, which was indeed very difficult, given the volume, the concentration of soap, and the fact that the enema went in without interruption. Anarosa deflated the cuffs, withdrew the nozzle, and I gingerly got up and rushed to get rid of the enema. A full twenty minutes later, I emerged to find that Anarosa had prepared another enema for me, and this one had a different nozzle from what she used previously. The hose from the enema bag was connected to a metal box about ten inches in each dimension, and from that box came a hose which had a long, thick, slightly curved nozzle. She had me lie face-up, as before, and lubed the nozzle with some gooey Ivory soap, and inserted it. Before she started the flow, however, she stripped completely. With a sensuous smile on her face, she straddled the narrow examination table. She stood with her legs spread wide, a pose which was arousing in itself. The height of the table was such that when Anarosa moved to where my head was, her pussy came to within an inch of my mouth. "You know what to do now," she said, and bent her knees as I opened my mouth to receive her tasty womanhood. She made contented sounds as I worked, subtly shifting her position to give her the most pleasure. She had her hands on her hips as she maneuvered, occasionally closing her eyes and tightly pressing her lips together. She climaxed rather quietly, bearing down harder, and keeping her mouth closed when she exclaimed. Anarosa reached back and clicked on the flow for my enema. She let it run for about ten seconds, then shut it off, and ground down on my mouth for about a minute. She repeated this a few times, and climaxed twice more. She removed herself from the table, retrieved a female condom and inserted it into her vagina. Then she straddled my midsection and inserted my now hard erection. She very slowly worked my boner, and I was wishing I could speed up the tempo, as it felt good. She reached back and opened the valve for the enema, and flipped a switch on the metal box between the enema bag and the nozzle. I heard a whirring sound that settled into a rhythmic pulsing noise. Anarosa, with a gleam in her eye, kept perfectly still with her hands on her hips, and my raging boner inside her. Then I felt the enema entering me in pulsing squirts. I had never felt anything like that before. The sensation of the fluid being propelled against my prostate and the surrounding area served to heighten my arousal to the extent that I had an intense and prolonged orgasm. The enema kept on pulsing into me until the bag was completely empty. Anarosa shut off the pump, and withdrew. She mentioned that I would retain the enema for ten minutes, removed the condom, and straddled my face. I kissed, licked, and sucked her to more orgasms, with my efforts becoming more intense as time went on, due to the effect of the enema inside me. She let me up to get rid of the enema, and I showered and dressed. I saw that Carina was in the reception area as I prepared to leave, and talked to her for a while. She mentioned that starting the following week, the Colonic Discipline and the Prostate Response sessions would have more than one staff member in attendance, and that the sessions in that format would be "even more intense". She casually mentioned that they had a couple of new staff members since Crystal left a week ago. That got my attention. "She left?!" I exclaimed, sounding disappointed. "I was hoping to see her in other sessions. Can you tell me where she went?" Carina admitted she didn't know exactly, and that she thought Crystal went to some other clinic, but that she'd ask around and if she had more information she'd tell me the next time I came in. I spent the next few days thinking about Crystal and how I could get in touch with her. Knowing that things wouldn't be the same without her, I considered not going back to the clinic. Then I decided that my chances of finding Crystal were better if I did go back and if I persisted with discreet inquiries. - A Busy Weekend I get very little personal mail, and what does look personally handwritten and addressed is frequently advertising. When I got a letter that appeared to be personally addressed to me, with only the letter "C" as a return address, I waited until later to open it. It turns out that it was a personal letter: "Hi Rick, Carina called and said that you asked about me. I've been gone for a week, I went away to be by myself for a while, the clinic was wearing me out plus there were other things. I'm glad you asked about me it would be good to hear from you, call me if you want, my phone number is (deleted). - Crystal" I was glad, of course, that Crystal wrote, and I was also nervous about calling her. I waited until the following day, which was a Friday, and worked up the nerve to call. At first I got her answering machine, so I didn't leave a message. I called again a half hour later and she answered. I led into the conversation by saying that I was surprised to hear that she left the clinic, and asked her how she was doing. She hinted that the work at the clinic was more intense than she could sustain, and that she's looking for another similar and less demanding environment to work in, and was not employed at the moment. After a while of small talk, I worked up the courage to tell her that I really wanted to see her, and asked if we could go out. She readily agreed, and suggested a coffee shop for a mid-afternoon meeting that same day. Crystal arrived at the coffee shop dressed in white denim shorts, a blue T-shirt, and sandals. She looked fairly content, and talked to me quite easily. She seemed to readily tell me things she ordinarily wouldn't tell anyone else. We talked for a long while, and I realized it was near dinnertime I suggested that we go across the street and continue or discussion over dinner. The look of acceptance in her eyes was precious. During our dinner conversation, in which we touched on many different subjects, I reached across the table and grasped her hand. She immediately held on tightly, and I looked soulfully into her eyes. Crystal asked, "Do you remember what I said to you at the clinic?" "Every word, Crystal," I replied, squeezing her hand. "Every word." She smiled, and said, "You have some qualities that I like in a guy." Then she leaned toward me and talked in a near-whisper. "Would you let me give you... discipline? And would you try to please me?" I nodded in affirmation. "Like I said to you at the clinic," she continued, "I really like it when the guy I'm giving it to, doesn't complain, but takes it all. I get so hot that I'll likely do anything for him then." She paused, looking directly in my eyes. I didn't know how to respond to that right then. "Rick," she whispered, "I want to try you out. I want to go home now, and get a few things together, and come over to your house and see what happens." I agreed, and gave her directions to my place. We finished up dinner and quickly left. I walked Crystal to her car and then went home. About an hour later, she drove up, and lugged a couple of large overnight bags into the house. She asked for a tumbler of water to drink, and advised me to get one for myself as well. A few hugs and kisses, and she said, "Well, why don't we get started? Let's go in the bedroom and I'll unpack." Crystal first unpacked her personal and makeup items, and then the accouterments for the discipline session - a leather strap, hairbrush, and rattan cane; a cylindrical bolster pillow; skin cream, and a few other things. "I'm never going to tie you up or bind you in any way when I whip you - it'll be such a turn-on for me if you willingly hold your position, out of the affection and respect that you have for me. A lot of times it won't be easy." She placed the bolster pillow near the edge of the bed. "Now I'd like you to pull your pants down just enough to bare your bottom, and lean over the pillow." My heart pounded rapidly as I willingly followed her directive. "I'm itching to give a good whipping, Rick! It's been more than a couple of weeks since I've administered discipline. I'm not sure yet what I'll use on you tonight. I have to think about this." While she was thinking, she continuously ran her fingers all around my bared bottom with a very light touch. I became more aroused by the minute from her tickle-touch. "Mmmm, Crystal," I sighed. She giggled and kept on with the tickle-touch. "Crystal..." "I think I've decided what to use now," she announced. "You're going to stay in position for me, aren't you?" "Yes!" "Remember, you're doing this for me. You'll take it without begging or asking me to stop, won't you?" "Oh, yes!" "I like you, Rick! Don't forget that when I'm spanking you." She picked up the leather strap, and started by giving me very light swats with it, gradually increasing the force over a couple of minutes. "That was just the warmup for you, Rick," she said. "Here's the real thing!" The next twenty swipes really tested my resolve. The leather bit into my bare skin with a vengeance, and although I couldn't keep entirely still, I think I did fairly well. I could not refrain from a short exclamation much of the time. I did decide, however, that I really wanted to develop my ability to stay in position without exclaiming through a good discipline session. I felt, intuitively, why that was arousing to women. Crystal told me to stay put, stepped out of her shorts and panties, and got on the bed, spread her legs, and asked me to use my mouth on her pussy. I was more than glad to do that, and she was profusely creamy. I went to work on her pussy, and within a few minutes she had a rollicking climax. I continued to kiss her tasty labia until she got up and did the tickle-touch routine on my bottom. When I had a rock-hard boner, she started in with the strap again, giving me about three dozen biting swipes while I tried my best to take them in a way that would please her. The latter half of the set of strokes evoked a pained "Ohhhhh!" from me with each swipe as I desperately held onto the bedspread with clenched fists and kicked my legs, trying to stay put. She got up on the bed again and I used my mouth on her creamy womanhood to give her another orgasm. When she go up, she delivered very fast-paced forehand-backhand strokes - probably more than three dozen. I thrashed about in my reaction to her energetic swats. Crystal put the strap down, and told me to get undressed, watching me as I removed all my clothes. She got on the bed, and placed the bolster pillow so that when she lay on the bed, her back was arched. She spread her legs and invited me in. My unbridled passion was obvious as I enjoyed sweet intercourse with Crystal. I tried to prolong the experience, but all too soon I spurted and filled her up with my ejaculate. We spent the next hour or so exploring one another's bodies. I stimulated her to climax and she took me in again before we fell asleep. At breakfast I summoned the courage to ask her what her relationship with Lynn had been, since she pretty much unquestioningly did as Lynn ordered at my clinic session. "Lynn is the one who hired me at the clinic, and I worked for her. Also, I've been to bed with her a few times - she's bi, and I don't think I am, but I did actually find her attractive." I pressed her for more. "The first time it happened," Crystal continued, "was after a particularly frustrating day for both of us at the clinic. Somehow our appointment schedules got screwed up, and we each didn't show for a couple of appointments. Lynn had something to do with that, unintentionally, and felt bad. Then my car wouldn't start after work. I was ready to kill. Lynn offered to give me a ride, help me find a new battery, and bring me back to work the next day. I was feeling so beleaguered that I pouted on the way back into town for a while. Then Lynn said that I needed a couple drinks and she wanted to treat me to dinner for her role in the appointment screw-up. I was in a bad mood, and reluctantly agreed." She had some more coffee and continued. "She took me to this nice Italian place, and the wine did wonders for my mood. Anyway, we lived on opposite sides of town, so she suggested that we go directly to her place so she could bring me to work the next day without driving a long distance, and she also mentioned that she's prepared for guests. So I said okay. We went to her place, and talked a while. She gave me a toothbrush and towel and stuff like that, and I took a shower and freshened up. She had this king size bed, and said we could share it, or if I would rather not share a bed, she'd sleep on the floor in the other room. Well, I'd have felt bad taking her bed, so I said that sharing it would be fine." Crystal looked off into the distance for a moment, and went on. "Anyway, when it came time for bed Lynn gave me a nightie that I could use, although she didn't use anything, and she undressed and climbed in one side. I decided not to use the nightie, and also undressed completely and went to the other side of the bed. We said goodnight and she turned off the light. We were both very tired, and went to sleep almost immediately. Later that night Lynn shook me awake. I was having a bad dream and at the same time I was sleeping so deep that I couldn't wake up. She knew I was having a bad dream, I must have been whimpering or something, and I was thankful that she was there to wake me up. She wanted to know what the dream was about and I said it was scary and I couldn't tell her. She scooted over and gave me a hug, because I was shaking from the fright. I held on to her also, and after a while started to calm down and relax. She sort of petted me on my face with her hand, and even though I didn't say anything she knew that it felt good to me. She kept whispering, 'it's okay' and before long her hand went down to my butt and she petted me there. I didn't know what to do, but it really felt good." Crystal looked to me for my reaction, and I asked her to keep on. "So then Lynn got closer to me, and I put my hand on her face. She came closer and very lightly touched her lips on mine. It felt good, and I kissed back and she became more bold about it. She threw the covers off, and climbed on top of me. It felt kind of weird and different, her legs were all smooth and she didn't have a boner sticking out. We continued to kiss and I was getting... creamy. I almost jumped through the ceiling when she put her hand down there. She kissed me some more and then said, 'Crystal, I'd like to use my mouth there - is it okay?' and I said yes, please do! Well, she made me cum almost right away. I put my hand down there on her and she was real wet. I poked my finger inside her and wiggled it around, like I like to do when I'm by myself. She said that felt good. I knew she wasn't going to cum that way, so I went down between her legs and - is this upsetting you?" "No, no, it's interesting, I want to know," I said, and held her hand. "So anyway, I got down between her legs, and put my mouth real close to her down there. I never did this with a girl before, but I figured I liked kissing her and all, so I kissed her... you know, down there. She was all slippery but I kind of liked it, and she reacted like I had an electric mouth or something. I sort of got into it after that, and kissed and licked her pussy, and she came hard. That made me feel good, that I could make her feel good like that. I climbed on top of her and we kissed some more, it felt good. And I went to sleep in her arms, I felt so safe - like with you last night. You don't mind, do you? That I did it with a girl?" "Oh God, Crystal, no," I exclaimed, "That's a beautiful story. Now what happened after that? Between you and her?" "Well, during the next day we acted like nothing happened. Lynn brought her jumper cables and said she'd follow me to the garage to get my battery replaced, and she did. I was grateful to her, so I wanted to buy her dinner and I invited her to my place for the night, and she said okay. I was all tense still, and she told me to take off my clothes and she'd give me a back rub. It felt relaxing at first, and then I got - you know - excited, and turned over. I turned off the light, and we kind of got into it fast - like we were hungry for each other. We got together like that a couple of times a week after that, and she started getting more dominant with me - telling me to do this and that. I didn't mind, 'cause she was my boss at work and all, and I liked and respected her. She never spanked me or anything, but I knew she liked to give birchings. So one time I made this bet with her, and I thought I would win, and thought I'd get to give HER a good birching - but as you know, it didn't work out that way. Boy, that birch really hurt! Anyway, we kind of drifted apart from the, uh, experimenting we did with each other. Sometimes I thought I'd like to do some more with her, but that was before I left the clinic and got together with you." I told Crystal that I found her experiences fascinating. We finished breakfast and she said that she had to go home for a while and would come back that afternoon if I wanted. She left her things at my place and returned about 3 PM wearing a button-down top and a short skirt. After some intimate touching Crystal suggested that our sex play that afternoon be totally nonverbal, with no communicating with words, and said it's a great way to heighten awareness. I suspected that she had some other specific reason for suggesting that. It did sound interesting and I agreed to it. I led her to the bedroom and took off her top. She removed her panties and left her skirt on, and indicated, nonverbally, that she wanted me to take all my clothes off. After I was naked, I lightly kissed her on the lips and then gently tongued her nipples. She reacted positively, and I went down between her legs and used my mouth to bring her to a climax. I worked on her some more, and when I sensed she was nearing orgasm, I stopped. She pulled me close to her and we kissed for a bit, and when I made a move to enter her, she quickly shifted her position so that I couldn't get in. I saw sensual excitement in her eyes, and prepared to enter her again and she quickly turned over. I concluded that she wanted a mock struggle. I tugged on her and turned her over and grasped her hands and held them above her head, got on top of her, and tried to kiss her. She jerked her head from side to side to evade my kisses, so I nibbled on her cheek and earlobes, causing her to giggle. I couldn't enter her with both my hands busy holding hers down, since she was putting up a spirited struggle. I tried grasping her hips and getting in between her knees, but that didn't work. Finally I pinned her down with my whole body, and while I nibbled on her earlobes, used one hand to guide my member in. She gasped as I plunged in, and opened her mouth wide and exclaimed with "ahh" sounds as I excitedly thrust in and out while holding her down. A few moments of this activity, and I spurted inside her. We lay in each others' arms for a few minutes. I had greatly enjoyed that variation on sex play, and suspected that she still had something else planned. She nudged me over on my back, climbed on top of me, and sweetly kissed me several times, almost giggling between kisses. Since she hadn't spoken, I assumed that we were still interacting nonverbally. Crystal straddled my chest, and I rubbed my fingers around her clitoris. The mixture of our juices was seeping out of her and it made a good lubricant. She moaned, and when I had stimulated her for a couple minutes, she grasped my hands and guided them to her breasts. Her nipples became hard as I tweaked them. She removed my hands from her breasts, guided them above my head, grasped them tightly, and held them against the mattress. Suddenly and swiftly, she moved up and placed her pussy on my mouth. I closed my mouth in mock resistance, and she ground her pubic area into my lips, causing me to open my mouth rather than suffer the pain of my lips being pressed against my teeth. The mixture of our juices trickled out of her womanhood into my mouth. I acquiesced and stimulated her with my mouth and she climaxed again. After a shower we went to dinner and talked about a multitude of things, with the exception of her plans for the future. I resolved to myself to ask her when a decent opportunity arose. Crystal went home for the night and left her things at my place, returning the next afternoon. She wore a yellow dress, white socks and sandals. One of the first things she said when she walked in the door was that she'd like to give me a caning, and asked if I'd let her. Of course I said yes, and she told me to remove all my clothes and bend over the back of the sofa. When I was prepared, she admonished me to remember that I was doing this for her and that she wanted me to keep as still and as quiet as possible. Crystal proceeded to administer a very severe caning that afternoon. I struggled mightily to be still, although after the first ten or so strokes, I kicked or writhed each time I felt the striating instrument. I also struggled to be quiet, although most of the strokes evoked a raucous "Uhh!" or "Oww!". I desperately wanted to plead with her, to tell her "no more, please stop." She whipped and whipped, pausing twice to finger herself to orgasm. She put the cane down, led me to the bedroom, and had me lie face down on the bed while I recovered. She was still clothed except for panties, which she had removed prior to my caning. When the immediate pain subsided, she pulled me on top of her and got me aroused, and after some sweet and tender touching, invited me in. Later at dinner I got the chance to ask Crystal about her plans. "I'm looking for ideas," she started. "I've gone to look at a few clinic type of places, and I think I'd get bored - there's not the variety that there was at Kimberwillow." I asked her what she liked best about working at Kimberwillow. "I liked giving canings and strappings the best; also I liked giving enemas to some of the clients, particularly the punishment kind. I liked sessions where I was the only one running the show. Maybe I should work at a place that just does domination, but I might get bored there too. The variety was great, but the workload was intense too, and I want to do everything just right." Something didn't seem quite right with why she left so suddenly. "What else?" I pressed. "What's the real reason that you left? Is it Lynn" I looked at her directly. Crystal knew that I knew something was missing. She reached over and grasped my hand, and sighed deeply. "Rick," she said, "You know that I wanted a lover who won't run away if I want to spank him. I told you things like that at that session at Kimberwillow, remember?" "Yes... and...?" "Well, I wanted that lover to be you. I mean, I felt the chemistry between us at that session, and I couldn't see you as long as I still worked there. So I took a big chance, and I also arranged some things to make this happen." I was touched by her revelation. I had no idea. Crystal continued, "I don't know why you're surprised. The way you respond to me says a lot more than words can. Still, I need to do something about a livelihood. Tell me if you have any ideas." I tightened my grip on her hand, and looked into her eyes. There was a look in those eyes that I wanted to see a lot of, and frequently. I had some ideas. - The Plan and A Surprise I did a lot of thinking about things after my first weekend with Crystal. She had entered into my life in a significant way and I had to sort out my emotions and feelings. I cared for her deeply and at the same time didn't want the relationship to head for a dead end due to drifting apart. I wanted to be sure that we both could get enough out of the relationship to stick with it. And then there was the matter of Crystal's employment situation. I mulled over several ideas before deciding to present her with some of them. Crystal was in no position to be the founder of her own clinic, and would no doubt be bored if she went to work for a different clinic. I asked her to come over the following weekend to discuss my suggestions. She was delighted, and further asked if she could satisfy her "itch" which was a reference to her desire to administer discipline to me. Discipline from Crystal was always severe. The emotional rewards, though, were substantial. When I asked Crystal who was the founder of Kimberwillow Clinic, she said that she had tried to find out, and was not able to, due to the woman's apparent reclusiveness. I remarked that whoever it was had a brilliant stroke of genius, and it was not clear how she could keep her finger on the pulse, so to speak, of the clinic while being so reclusive. For all practical purposes, Lynn ran the clinic, but insisted that she was not the founder and was not at liberty to disclose any more than that. When Crystal came over on Saturday afternoon, she couldn't wait to get started "satisfying her itch", so I agreed to serve her in that way. She adopted a stern expression and said that she wanted to see if I had made any improvement in the way I take discipline, and told me to get completely undressed and lie face down on the bed. I concluded that Crystal would be administering a strapping. She removed the belt from her shorts. Her shorts fell to the floor and she slipped off her panties. "Why are you doing this?" she asked me. "I'm doing this for you, Crystal," I replied. "Are you going through this willingly?" "Yes, Crystal," I answered, feeling considerable affection for her and at the same time wishing she would go ahead and start. I dug my fingernails into the bed sheets as she started to leather my bared bottom with the doubled-up belt, and I wanted desperately to please her by being as still and as quiet as possible. Crystal carried on the strapping of my bared bottom relentlessly, varying the timing of the swipes to prevent my anticipating them. After a while of enduring the strap, I began to squirm with each stroke, and my raucously whispered exclamations gave way to being voiced. The strapping continued interminably, and I pounded my fists on the bed in my effort to stay in position. "I'd better quit now," she admitted. "You did good, my pet. Over on your back now." She straddled my face and I hungrily applied my mouth to her creamy womanhood. She had been so aroused from strapping me that she climaxed within a minute. We rolled over and I planted my mouth on hers; she opened her legs and I easily entered her. Her muffled "mmmf!" sounds, and the excited look in her wide eyes ensured a plentiful ejaculation from me. "I love the way you come," she said with a bright smile after we caught our breath. She slowly withdrew me from her, and smeared the mixture of our juices around her pubic area with her hands. "Okay, tell me about your ideas," she said. While we were in bed I told her of the various options I thought she could pursue, and what the advantages and drawbacks were. Of the plans that I presented to Crystal, the one I thought most likely to succeed involved some women that she knew. "I think you should talk to Lynn about it," I mentioned, "but don't tell her everything all at once. I'd like a chance to try to sell her on the idea too." "You're probably right," she said. "I'll see if she can come over here to talk to us privately." Crystal made arrangements with Lynn to come over Tuesday after dinner. Tuesday arrived and Crystal came over well before dinner and talked me into letting her give me a severe caning. I kicked and squirmed as she harshly striated my bared bottom. Subsequent to the caning I worked on her womanhood with my mouth and gave her two orgasms. We did not have time for further play before it was time to have something to eat and get ready for Lynn's visit. At 7:00 that evening I answered the door to find that Lynn and Carina were there. "I brought Carina along to take notes," Lynn stated. Crystal began with a narration of some ways to increase the number of appointments made at Kimberwillow, and expounded on how the creation of a new position, to be filled by herself, would benefit the clinic. Following her talk, I added my input on why I thought Crystal would be good. One of the ideas was for the clinic to accommodate script sessions - the client would furnish, in advance, a sort of script for the arrangement of a session, and the staff would sign up for it. "Crystal, didn't you mention that this has happened infrequently at the clinic?" "Yes," she said. "There was this one time that this guy wanted a reform school setting. He wanted to be brought to the discipline room, tied down to the punishment box, have his bare bottom exposed, and be given a hundred strokes of the 'prison strap' as he called it. My role was to be the maid who tied him down, bared his bottom, and stood in front of him to count the strokes. He was pretty particular about the setting and the formality and all that. Rachel administered that time, and she had a razor strap. She sure did swing that strap hard. It made a loud snapping sound every time it hit. Anyway, that's how it went." I looked over to Lynn and asked her what she thought of the plan. Lynn asked to see Carina's notes, and after a moment of scanning the notes, said, "I have a little surprise for you - and Rick. But first, the information I'm going to tell you is strictly confidential, and each of you must commit to secrecy..." After Crystal and I both gave our assurances, Lynn continued, "Carina has been mostly staffing the reception desk and performing the screenings, and occasionally participating in sessions. I'd like you to know that she is actually the founder of the clinic. By acting in the role that she does, she knows what is happening on a day-to-day level. It was - is - her desire that I appear to be the one more or less 'in charge of things', and as far as the other staff is concerned, I will continue to act the part." Carina smiled slightly as Crystal and I showed our surprise at the news. Lynn continued, "Now I imagine that she should be the one to tell you what she thinks." "You both have some good ideas," Carina began, "and I've been considering a few things like that off and on lately. I like the idea of offering some pre-arranged scripts on the menu, and also some other flavors of sessions. I also need someone to fill in for me at the reception desk when I want to take some time off. Lynn is fairly busy with sessions, so she can only do that part of the time. I'll work up a job description in the next few days and get back to you, Crystal. Remember that what you know about me is not to be shared with any of the other staff." "In fact," Carina continued, "the effectiveness of your position will be dependent on the appearance of your not getting official recognition for much that you'll do. For example - you'll design some sessions, and Lynn will incorporate them into the goings-on at the clinic. You must be pretty much ego-less. You will get recognition from me - it just won't be public. Can you do that?" Crystal paused to absorb all the implications of Carina's announcement, then said, "Yes, Carina - I mean yes ma'am!" Crystal blushed as Lynn and Carina both laughed good-naturedly at her selection of words. "Always simply call me Carina, except perhaps around other clients - then you can call me 'Nurse Carina'. Now, I notice that you like to be the dominant one in your personal relationships. Generally, everyone who is submissive has a dominant side, and those who are dominant are in fact submissive to somebody. I'd like to see for myself your willingness to be submissive. Lynn, the show is all yours." - The Two-Way Street Lynn thought for a moment, then directed Crystal to strip completely except for her shoes. Crystal blushed again while removing her clothes; she appeared a little uncomfortable doing that, but also appeared determined to comply. "Crystal, I'd like you to open some red wine, and pour three glasses, and serve them to us." When we had been served the wine by my naked lover, Lynn further directed, "Please be seated in that chair, and place your hands behind your head." When Crystal had done as ordered, Lynn said, "Now I want you to open your legs as wide as you can." Crystal blushed, more from indignation than from embarrassment, and meekly complied. We all watched as she spread her knees. "Very good," Lynn pronounced, "Please stay like that while we enjoy our libation." Lynn, Carina and I sipped our wine. I could not resist frequent glances at Crystal's very beautiful pubic area, and I could almost feel the heat from her blushing cheeks. When we were finished with the wine, Lynn directed Crystal to take the glasses back to the kitchen and return. Lynn continued Crystal's journey into submission. "I'd like for you to be completely submissive to Rick tonight. Tomorrow, I want you to describe to me in detail how he dominated you, and what your reactions were to your submissiveness. I want to hear all that when you come over tomorrow night." I looked questioningly at Crystal, then at Lynn. "You didn't tell him?" queried Lynn. Crystal stammered, "Um, I was going to..." "No, you weren't! If you haven't told him by now, you didn't really plan to. Rick, I think she deserves a good spanking for that. I want her to tell me that you gave it to her good... If you're too easy on her, I'll use my birch on YOU. Well, Carina, I think we should be going so that these two can have some 'fun'." The following evening, Lynn and Crystal had finished a light dinner at Lynn's place. Lynn kicked off her shoes, reclined on the sofa, and motioned for Crystal to join her there. "Lynn, remember you said that dominant and submissive people are the opposite way in other settings - who are you submissive to?" "Isn't it obvious?" "Carina?" "That's right." "Does Carina give you discipline?" "Now and then she does," Lynn replied. "She really warms my bottom good. Now tell me about last night." "Well, Rick had me put on a maid uniform - basically just the top and skirt, without panties or anything, and had me stand there while he checked me out. Then he kissed me and said he loved me and that we'd both learn something from this. And then he said it was time for my spanking. Told me to bring the hairbrush. I went across his lap - I was still dressed in the maid outfit - and he used the hairbrush on me - God, that hurt like hell! He just kept paddling and I begged him to stop - I hate doing that! When he finished, we went into the bedroom and - Oh! That feels good, Lynn! Mmmmm! "Anyway, he had me get on the bed and told me to put my arms over my head and hold on to the headboard and not let go. Then he put a blindfold on me so I couldn't see. He had me spread my legs and bend my knees and I felt like a street slut just asking for it. Mmmmf! Oh God, Lynn, I love your kisses! Mmmm! "So there I am in this little maid's uniform, blindfolded, in a slutty position, and I realized that I was turned on. He raised my skirt to expose me and stuck a finger in me down there, wiggled it a few times and then took it out and put it in my mouth and told me to suck on it. He did this a few times and I got hotter and hotter. I heard him take off his clothes and he got on the bed and - Lynnnnn! I'm trying to tell you - mmmmm! Okay now... So then he goes inside me and fucks me for a while, and then pulls out and has me suck on his thing. God, I almost gagged on it! Anyway, he did that again, and fucked me some more and then shot his load. He pulled out again and had me suck him clean again. Ahhh! Lynn, that feels so good... "A little while later, he turned me over and spanked me with his hand. I carried on like a foolish brat. It embarrassed me so - Ahhhh! Come here, you... mmmmm... ummmmm... Oh God, Lynn! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Let's go to the bedroom!" - The Erectile Clinic Carina got in touch with Crystal a few days later and formally offered her a position at Kimberwillow, as a receptionist and "assistant to Lynn". Lynn announced at a staff meeting that Crystal was returning and would be filling in as receptionist since Carina would be taking some time off regularly for personal reasons. She also announced that Carina would be training Crystal in the administration of the screenings, and that Crystal had other unspecified duties. Crystal would occasionally participate in sessions, but would not be a "regular" in that regard. She also described some new types of sessions that she added to Kimberwillow's menu, and hinted that there would be more. I was asked by Carina (through Crystal) to be the first one to undergo the new sessions as a client. Crystal arranged my next appointment as if I had called in and requested it. All that she told me is that it involved discipline and colonic irrigation, with an interesting approach that set it apart from the other sessions. Although Crystal and I were lovers, we had agreed that I would continue to have sessions at Kimberwillow, with the understanding that I would describe in detail to her later - usually during sex play - what had happened in those sessions. Also we were to keep any indication of our personal involvement with each other unknown to the other staff. When I arrived at the clinic for my appointment, Crystal took me to a session room. Instead of an examination table, however, there was a double bed. "Take all your clothes off and wait for the first one - Rachel," she said. "In this session, you'll get your spankings first, and the enemas later - saving the best for last." Five minutes later, Rachel entered the room and looked me up and down. "Stand in the center of the room here, Rick," she directed. "That's it - oh, I see you're rising to the occasion. Hands out of the way - up behind your head. Yes, like that. Now keep them there." She fetched a paddle, stood to my side, and gave me several hard swats. Naturally, my boner subsided as my attention was directed to the urgent sensations of the paddling. With her other hand she grasped my member and started manipulating me. Her expert use of her hand had an immediate effect, and I was firm in no time. "Oh, you are such a nasty boy," she whispered. "I must punish you for those nasty thoughts of yours!" She kept one hand on my equipment while she wielded the paddle. Wham! "Ahhh!" Wham! "Owwww!" Wham! "Ahhhhh!" Wham! "Oh!" "You know what, Rick?" she teased. "I'm nasty, just like you. I'm a nasty girl, and I think nasty thoughts ALL (Wham!) DAY (Wham!) LONG! (Wham!) Except that I'm the one who punishes YOU for your nasty thoughts. You must like these nasty things that I'm doing with my hand - it makes you hard, and I've got to punish you." She kept on like that, getting me hard with her fondling and her nasty talk, and giving me swats until I subsided. "Stay just like that, Rick. I'm going to go get Becky." A couple of minutes later Rachel returned with a staff member I had not seen before. She was about five-six in height, had straight platinum-blonde hair down to her shoulders, a delectable smile accentuated by a modest overbite, and a rather low yet squeaky voice. "Well, you did work him over with the paddle," Becky noted. "His butt's nice and red. I think he should have the strap, don't you think, Nurse Rachel?" Rachel stated that the strap was an excellent idea, and retrieved a two-tailed tawse from the cupboard. "Oh, look, Rachel," Becky added a moment later. "You're right, he IS a nasty boy. That flagpole is sticking straight out. I bet he's thinking of what he'd like to do with me - or maybe to me." Rachel delivered ten biting swipes of the tawse and my boner went to about half erect. Becky put a blob of lotion in her hand and lightly stroked my testicles and my hardening member, rubbing the lotion into my throbbing erection. "Ooh, I'll bet you'd like to squirt on my legs and watch me rub it in, wouldn't you? You'd like it better if you could spurt in my mouth, wouldn't you?" She blatantly puckered her lips and brought her mouth close to the tip of my boner. "I think this nasty boy needs more punishment for those oh-so-nasty thoughts of his!" Becky did not move as Rachel delivered about fifteen hard swats of the tawse. I could not keep from exclaiming during that set. "Give him another twenty or so for good measure," Becky advised, her hands still manipulating me. She kept on with the manipulation as Rachel ferociously swung the strap for the suggested dose, and then left the room. "Time for your enemas, Rick," Becky squeaked. Get on the bed, on your back, and I'll prepare a nice, warm, soapy enema." I saw Becky fill a three-quart bag with warm soapy solution and attach a balloon catheter nozzle. She drained the air from the tubing and set up the bag on a metal stand. After she placed a generous measure of lubricant on the tip, she inserted the nozzle and inflated the two cuffs for retention. Becky sensuously massaged my testicles, and when my erection was pointing straight up, she started the flow, saying, "It's okay to cum anytime, Don't worry about where you squirt." She kept the flow going until my boner subsided about halfway. When she stopped the flow, she resumed the sensuous touching around my groin area. She did not, however, touch my throbbing member, in spite of my wiggling about and trying to get her to handle it. When I had been hard for about two minutes, she resumed the flow until the discomfort caused my erection to subside. Becky repeated alternately arousing and injecting more enema into me, until the bag was empty. I was desperate for ejaculatory relief, but she would not touch my member at all. A moment after the bag emptied, she stripped completely and climbed on the bed. Laying on her side, she began to nuzzle and kiss me, putting as much of her body in contact with mine as possible without putting any weight on my full and distended innards. The discomfort from the enema turned into a sensuous feeling of fullness, and the pressure inside me became arousing in itself, especially around and against my prostate. My boner pointed straight up and throbbed as Becky kept up the nibbling, kissing and rubbing on my erogenous areas. She rolled over on top of me, keeping her weight off my distended midsection, and pressed her lips firmly on mine, rather aggressively kissing me. Then she whispered hoarsely, "Rick, you know what I really want to do? I want for you to cum on my body. Then you can massage it into my skin." Then she grasped my nuts with one hand and began manipulating them. That was all it took, and I experienced an immensely powerful orgasm. When I started to spurt, she pointed my pulsing member so that I squirted all over her legs. Streaks of hot semen shot out from me as I bucked my hips and moaned incoherently. After a moment I told Becky that I really had to get rid of the enema, and she deflated the cuffs and let me up. We showered together afterward, and I told her that the session was truly unforgettable. - The Correctional Clinic Crystal signed me up for another new flavor of session at Kimberwillow, this one called the Double Judicial Session. She told me only that it is severe, there would be role-playing, and that some of the experience would be different from the usual fare at the clinic. Crystal smiled as she made a couple of calls when I came to Kimberwillow for the appointment. She led me down the hall, keyed the door open and stayed out as I entered. I was surprised to see Gloria and Rachel there, and Rachel was nude! "You both are going to get enemas before your corporal punishment," Gloria stated. "Take off all your clothes, Rick, and quickly." When my clothes were off, Gloria had me lie face-up on the examination table. Then she told Rachel to get up on the table too, and lie face up, with her head at the end of the table where my feet were. Rachel was told to position herself so that she was between my legs, with her bottom about twelve inches from mine. Her legs were alongside my chest, and, of course, I was rapidly becoming erect. Gloria hung a large, full enema bag on a metal stand. There was a "Y" adapter after the shutoff clip, allowing the bag to feed two nozzles. Gloria lubricated them and inserted a nozzle into Rachel, and then into me. "I'm going to start the enema now," Gloria stated. "You both will get solution at the same time. I have been instructed to make a note of each time that I have to shut off the flow - the punishment for both of you will be increased each time I have to do that. Here it comes now!" I grasped Rachel's legs just below the knee, then heard a click and immediately felt the warm soapy enema rushing into me. "Uhhhh," Rachel exclaimed after a moment. "Aughhh!" I added, and tightened my grip on Rachel's legs. I was quickly filling up and Rachel shouted, "OH! Please! Stop for a minute, please!" Gloria shut off the flow and looked at her watch. "Thirty seconds, and I start again." Rachel panted with relief, and quieted down. Gloria resumed the flow and the solution rushed into us again. Rachel panted aloud, punctuating each breath with "Oh!" She became more vocal as the volume of soapy water filled us up, "Oh God" she exclaimed after a very short while. "Oh! I can't! Stop, Gloria, Stop!" Precious relief was ours when Gloria clicked the valve shut. I stroked Rachel's legs as we waited for the thirty seconds to pass. Click! The flow resumed and Rachel panted, "I hope I can take the rest of it. Oh! Oh! Oh!" "Uhhhhhh!" I groaned, and squeezed my grip on her legs. "Isn't that damn bag empty yet?!" Rachel shouted between her panting exclamations. The water continued to push mercilessly in. After what seemed a long while, Rachel pleaded, "No more! Stop!" Gloria stopped and commented, "Too bad you couldn't take about ten more seconds - it would all be in then." After another thirty seconds Gloria drained the enema bag into us, and then let us up to get rid of the water. Approximately twenty five minutes later we were empty of the soapy solution. Gloria placed wrist cuffs on Rachel and me, and lowered a metal bar from the ceiling . She attached my wrist cuffs to the bar first. Then she produced some platform high heels for Rachel to step into so that we were more evenly matched in height, and, with Rachel facing me, secured her wrist cuffs to the same bar. "Get close together, you two! I want you in contact, front to front," Gloria ordered. She raised the bar so that our arms were above our heads. Just before she bound us together at the waist, she tucked my raging erection upwards and nestled it between Rachel's belly and mine. Gloria tightened a binding strap around our upper body area, and Rachel and I were forehead to forehead. She opened the door and Lynn, Raven, and Becky entered. Raven, holding a clipboard, asked Gloria, "How many times did you stop the enema?" "Three times, ma'am." Addressing Rachel and me, Raven announced, in a commanding tone, "For your misdeeds, you will each receive twenty five strokes of the two-tailed leather tawse, followed by six strokes of the straight-handled rattan cane. Because Nurse Gloria stopped your enema three times, you will each receive an additional eighteen strokes of the straight-handled rattan cane. Lynn and Becky, please pick up pair of dice and roll them. The one with the higher score will administer to Rick, and the other will administer to Rachel." Becky said she got ten, and Lynn got eight. "The instruments of correction are on the counter," Raven continued. "Becky, Lynn, each of you please avail yourselves of a leather tawse and take your positions. Nurse Gloria, please count the strokes aloud." A moment later: "Becky and Lynn, are you ready?" "Yes Ma'am," they mumbled in unison. "When Nurse Gloria has counted, you may administer the next stroke. Please begin." Whap-Whap! "One!" Whap-Whap! "Two!" It was obvious to me that each of the ladies delivering the strap was doing so with incredible energy. Whap-Whap! "Three!" Rachel's eyes opened wide and her breathing quickened. She did not cry out yet, and if the heat I felt on my bottom was any indication of what she was feeling, it would not be long before both of us would vocalize out plight. And we still had a caning to look forward to! Whap-Whap! "Four!" Whap-Whap! "Five!" Rachel's lips were trembling. Every time the strap hit her, I felt some of its energy in my erection which was tucked in between us above our pubic areas. Whap-Whap! "Six!" Whap-Whap! "Seven!" "Ahh!," Rachel yelled as a muted "Uhhh!" escaped from me. In spite of the pain, the sensation of Rachel's skin against mine and the close proximity of our faces kept my boner erect. She began to thrust her pelvis into mine with each stroke, and I frequently heard the clip-clop of her platform high-heels as she kicked her legs. By the time the count reached fourteen, she freely yelled each time the tawse kissed her bared bottom. For my part, I gave a raucous exclamation. When the count exceeded twenty, tears were running down her face and she was shaking her head and writhing, in addition to kicking her legs. We were both sweating when we had gotten our allotment of the tawse. "Thank you, Lynn and Becky," Raven said. "We will wait five minutes before proceeding. Nurse Gloria, please announce when five minutes are up." Rachel smiled sweetly through very wet eyes when I licked the tears from her face. I kissed her tenderly on her lips and she responded surprisingly favorably. The five minute break seemed like an eternity, although I was glad for the chance to give my strapped bottom a rest. Nurse Gloria stated flatly, "Five minutes are up now." "Becky and Lynn," Raven directed, "Please avail yourselves of a straight-handled rattan cane and prepare to administer." I knew that they were ready to cane us when Becky lightly tapped the whippy cane on my bottom, gauging her position. "As before, when Nurse Gloria has counted, you are free to provide the following stroke. Six strokes. Please begin." Whip-Whip! "One!" Rachel gritted her teeth. Whip-Whip! "Two!" "Mmmmff!" came from Rachel. "Whip-Whip! "Three!" Rachel gasped. I heard the clip-clop of her platform shoes again as she kicked her legs with each of the next three strokes, and choked back any urgent vocal reaction. My bottom felt ablaze, and I'm sure Rachel had the same sensation. The knowledge that we had to undergo eighteen more strokes meant that there would be still more heat imparted to our already well-spanked posteriors. "Very good, ladies," Raven announced. "Please keep your positions. In one minute, you will proceed with eighteen additional strokes." I almost no time, Raven directed them to proceed with the set of eighteen. These strokes were delivered with greater force than the first six, as Rachel exclaimed as each of them came to dance on her naked bottom. Besides kicking her legs and wildly thrusting her pelvis into mine, she was now wiggling in a rapid up-and-down motion which, due to the slipperiness caused by our sweating, was erotically stimulating my erection. As I approached orgasm, the cane strokes completely ceased being painful for me, and in fact added to my pleasurable sensation. I imagined what Rachel must look like from the rear - her reddened, striated bottom, her kicking legs, her pelvic thrusting and her wiggling dancing. I faintly heard Gloria say "Thirteen" as I started to erupt. I continued to spurt after the sixteenth stroke, and I was doing some writhing and wiggling myself - from my intense and profound ejaculation. Raven spoke first. "Very well done, ladies. Their punishment is finished. Nurse Gloria, you may release them after five minutes, and then they may shower. Thank you, all." Becky, Lynn, and Raven left the room. Her face flushed from the caning, Rachel looked at me with a sly smile and whispered, "You ARE a nasty boy, aren't you? You came because I was being whipped. I will note that in your file." "Yes ma'am," I whispered in reply, and passionately kissed her. We showered together and I went home completely spent. The following Saturday evening, Crystal had me describe the sessions in great detail, and she was stimulated by my account of them. She gave me a very severe strapping afterward, and we spent much of the night steeped in each others' affection. - Nuts and Bolts Crystal observed Carina administering the testicle massage during some Prostate Response Clinic sessions, and asked to be trained in that skill. Carina mentioned that she needed to supervise Crystal in a "hands-on" way, and would prefer not to do that in an actual session, since the clients should receive services from fully trained staff. Carina suggested that she, along with Lynn and Crystal, get together away from Kimberwillow and she would train Crystal in this sensitive and demanding procedure. Naturally, Crystal needed someone to practice on, and I was invited to the gathering, which took place one weekday evening at Carina's residence. Within a few minutes of our arrival, we were all in Carina's "playroom", which was similar to a room at Kimberwillow, but larger and with a few extras. In addition to an examination table, there was a single bed, a desk, and several chairs. "Let's get started," Carina began. "Clothes off, Rick, and lie back on the bed there. Oh, and Lynn, please bring my hardwood hairbrush." "Rick," Carina said, "you'll find the work that Crystal and I will be doing on your testicles erotically intense, and I'd like you to hold back from ejaculation as long as possible. I'll likely have to use the hairbrush on you from time to time to cool your ardor. Also, if you do ejaculate before we're ready, I'll give you a good working over for that. Men tell me that a spanking always hurts a lot more when it's given soon after an orgasm." She took the hairbrush from Lynn. "Now I'm going to give a little demonstration. Crystal, you and Rick have probably seen only the dominant side of Lynn. I'm going to - rather, she's going to show you that she can be submissive. Notice, both of you, Lynn's exemplary self-discipline as she receives a paddling from me. This is something to strive for. Lynn, please strip from the waist down." A slight blush filled Lynn's cheeks as she stepped out of her shoes and removed her shorts and panties. Carina seated herself on a sturdy armless chair and placed her knees close together and her feet apart to level her lap. "Over here now, Lynn." Gracefully, Lynn went across Carina's lap, pointed her toes and placed the tops of her feet on the floor, and supported her upper body with her hands touching the floor. Carina commenced a thorough over-the-lap paddling, dispassionately giving hard, fiery swats about two seconds apart. Each swat alternated between Lynn's right and left side. The only sound in the room initially was that of the hardwood making contact with Lynn's increasingly reddened bottom. As the paddling progressed, Lynn gritted her teeth and we could hear her breathing become heavier. As Carina kept administering, Lynn moved her head from side to side and contorted her face, still not vocalizing. Carina continued to impart blazing smacks with the hairbrush. Finally, Lynn could help herself no longer, and, try as she might, a brief "Ah!" escaped from her every time the hairbrush hit. Carina kept on paddling for another minute or so. Lynn heaved a sigh of relief. Lynn knelt before Carina, grasped her hairbrush hand and kissed it. Crystal and I were in awe of Lynn's stunning performance. A testament to her self-discipline was that she did not wiggle her bottom or kick her legs at all during the entire paddling. I could not have been that restrained then. Carina caught my eye and exclaimed, "It looks like somebody here got excited by what he saw!" My rock-hard boner was sticking straight out. "Oh, my gosh!" Crystal gushed as she looked my way. "Well, what did you expect!?" I answered. Carina giggled and said, "We'd better cool down your arousal, or you'll pop off right away when we begin working on you. Come over here and get over my lap." I knew better than to resist, so I meekly walked over to Carina. She guided me across her lap. Without any further talk, she gave me about fifteen swats, delivered with the same energy as she put into Lynn's spanking. I wanted to take them as stoically as Lynn did, but after five swats I could not keep still and wiggled. The swats felt amazingly hot. "Okay, it looks like we took care of your 'problem' for a little while - lie down on the bed now and we'll get started. Crystal, pay close attention." For the next several minutes, Carina sensuously handled my testicles, giving an exquisite massage and narrating the important points - where to use light touch, where and how to apply more pressure, how to give the scrotum a pulling tug that tends to delay ejaculation. My boner was hard and seeping, and Carina took me across her lap and gave me another hairbrush spanking. Then she told Crystal to try her hand at the testicle massage. Carefully and deliberately, Crystal's cool and slender fingers touched, rubbed, and prodded, often with suggestions from Carina. I squirmed a couple of times when she applied pressure in the wrong place or too much pressure. Carina took over for a minute or two when that happened, demonstrating what exactly to do different. When Carina sensed that I was nearing the point of ejaculation, she gave me the hairbrush again, this time several more swats than previously. Crystal practiced and practiced, and when she massaged for a while without the necessity for Carina's intervention, she got clearance to bring me to the finish line. She used a small towel to catch the semen as I spurted. Before we left that evening Carina instructed Crystal to practice the testicle massage on me. She was to do this on at least ten different occasions, bringing me close to ejaculation, but not over the line, several times at each occasion. She would then be ready to perform that maneuver at Kimberwillow. Over the next two weeks, Crystal performed this exquisite procedure on me several times, gladly using Carina's technique of applying discipline when she thought I was too close to ejaculating before she was ready. She used the strap then, having me turn over on the bed while she leathered my bottom long and hard. - Open House Crystal mentioned when we next got together that Lynn had booked the entire clinic for a four-hour staff meeting the previous afternoon. The instructions were for everyone of the staff to use the first hour to receive two 2-quart enemas and then the group meting began at 2:30. "The meeting was in one of the larger clinic rooms," Crystal began. "The air was thick with anticipation because Lynn didn't say what the meeting was going to be about. Carina was not there, and I was the receptionist that day. Anyway, Lynn said that we are adding new types of sessions and scripts and that she needed to train us to use a strap-on. Can you believe that a couple of them didn't know what a strap-on was? So Lynn takes out this harness with a flexible strap-on dildo and says that we need to learn how to use it properly. "Anyway, Lynn showed how to put it on and all, and said that everyone here would get some practice with a strap-on, both giving and receiving. She told the group that she would first demonstrate on me - I about died from embarrassment when she said that - and that everyone would then do me. Then one of them would get it from everyone, and so on. Lynn stripped bare from the waist down as she showed how to put it on. Then she distributed a strap-on to everyone else and had them put it on. She had me take all my clothes off and bend over across the examination table; I was still standing up but bent over. "Then she said how they need to put some lubricant inside the recipient - and demonstrated - she put on a latex glove and packed some lube in there. I heard her say that the dildo needs to be frequently lubricated too, and she smeared some on her dildo. Then she told everyone to gather around close while she showed them how to use it. "She parted my bottom with both hands and then put the tip of the dildo on my, you know, hole back there. She told them not to ram it in, but to go slow, and go in a little bit at a time, pumping it back and forth. After a minute she pulled out and put more lube on it and said now you can go in a little faster and deeper. She fucked me with that strap-on - in the ass - and I was actually a little excited from it. I don't know about a guy, but a woman has a lot of nerve endings back there, and if it doesn't hurt, it can feel heavenly. After a couple minutes of fucking me she pulled out and put more lube on it and went back in! I started to think this would be nice for her and me to use on each other sometime. "Then she stopped and pulled out and told Rachel to do me, but that she'd have to use the strap-on that was just used on me. So Rachel put on a glove, and did the lubricant thing, and fuckes me with the strap-on. Lynn was right there to supervise if they would go too deep, too fast, or to encourage them if they were too timid. Gloria was there, although she didn't need to be, since she knew a lot about how to use them. Anyway, she was the last in line to do me, and God, she knew how to use it. She played me like a fine violin. Right at the end of when she did me, she rubbed her thumb on my clit and I just exploded with an orgasm, in front of everybody there. Rachel was next on the receiving end, and I got to do her - and everyone else, eventually. You know, it's kind of fun - I think I'd like to do that to you - very soon. "Anyway, everyone got a chance to do everyone there, including Lynn and Gloria. Gloria was the last one to be on the receiving end, and by the time the meeting was over, everyone was excited about using it." About a week hence, Crystal signed me up for the new "Open House" session, which was described as a strap-on lover's delight with some added spice of discipline. Raven gave me two sudsy enemas and one rinsing enema, then bound me to the punishment bench. She cinched a binding strap around my waist and bound my hands in front of me. Then she placed a paddle, a leather strap, lubricant, a box of latex gloves, and a strap-on harness and probe on a cart. She wheeled the cart around in back of me, and mentioned that over the next hour and a half, any of the staff who wanted to, would come in, spank me, and use a strap-on. The spanking was limited to ten strokes from any one person, but they could fuck me as much as they wanted. She also mentioned that most of the staff was eager to participate in that kind of session. The black-haired nurse then gave me ten hot swats with the paddle, donned the strap-on harness, and went to work on me in pretty much the way that Crystal had described Lynn's instructions. There were times when Raven did seem to get enthusiastic about fucking me. Becky and Rachel came in together as Raven was preparing to leave. Rachel asked if she could go first, used the paddle on me (she sure is hard with the paddle) and did me thoroughly with the strap-on. Becky whipped me with the strap, then powerfully fucked me. Lynn came in and leathered my bottom, then very thoroughly fucked me over an extended period of time. I could tell that she was experienced with the strap-on. Leah, a nurse I had not met before, gave energetic paddle strokes, and was somewhat mild with the strap-on. Anarosa, having been partial to the strap in my other sessions with her, expertly used it and got some vocal exclamations from me, after which she gave me a spirited fucking, which also evoked some oohs and aahs. Crystal made an appearance, strapped me and then pumped me, tenderly at first, then with considerable energy as she progressed. She commented several times that she really enjoyed using the strap-on. Each time a different staff member came in to have her way with me, I heard the snapping sound of her putting on a latex glove. That sound eventually became an erotically arousing sound, as I came to associate it with forthcoming anal intrusion by a female. Gloria was the last one to work me in that session. She made me shout with each paddle stroke, then, while wearing her own strap-on, gave me the most thorough fucking I had that day. When she was ready to end it, she switched on the vibrating and squirming action and I ejaculated profusely. I showered and went home with a very sore bottom from the session. - Going Deeper: The Crystal Sessions Over the next few weeks Crystal had spent most of her time at work as a receptionist, and had assisted Carina with several new screening sessions. She had some time to work on new scripts and sessions for Kimberwillow, and I think she became somewhat frustrated from not participating more in actual sessions. A consequence of that frustration was that she wanted to administer more discipline to me and have more role-playing sessions at home. Crystal wanted to spend a week with me, coming home to my house instead of going to her place after work. She said that when role-playing she'd be wearing her uniform and that she wanted me to address her only as "Ma'am" or "Nurse Crystal". Despite the certainty of an extremely sore bottom from her attentions, I knew that the time would produce some exciting episodes. She was also fascinated by Gloria's custom strap-on device and had persuaded her to have one constructed for her. The week of Crystal sessions began on Sunday afternoon. She arrived with two large pieces of luggage with enough of her belongings for the forthcoming week - including some additional equipment for our sessions. Crystal put some of her things away and changed into her nurse's uniform. She was barelegged, and wore black platform sandals. Then she seated herself on the sofa and casually crossed her legs. "Rick, I'm going to start by giving you an enema. I'm going to give you an enema every day for a week, because I'm going to use a strap-on like Gloria has - every day. When I give you discipline, I want you to work on taking it well. Will you do that for me?" "Yes," I replied. "Yes, what?!" she demanded. "Oh, that's right! I forgot! Yes ma'am." "Well," she said, "I'm going to have to help you remember. Pants down past your bare butt, and lay on the bed!" She stepped out of her sandals, fetched a two-tailed leather tawse, and asked me questions as she enthusiastically strapped me. "You won't forget, now will you?!" "Ow! Oh, no ma'am!" More strapping. "Are you sure now?" "OH! Yes ma'am!" She went on like that for a while. I tried my best not to wiggle or kick, but I couldn't help squirming toward the end. "You've got some nice strap marks on your ass," she commented. "I'll be able to admire them when I'm doing you. Now it's time for your enema! Get undressed while I fix it." I had never received an enema from Crystal before, and she was efficient and at the same time stern, providing sincere encouragement when I needed it. I was on the floor when she gave it to me, on my hands and knees with my forehead touching the floor. She gave me a second enema, which I took more easily. After a shower she had me arrange some pillows on the bed and lie face down so that I was accessible to her. She undressed and put on the custom strap-on device, complete with the extension that fit inside her. And then she fucked me. And fucked me. And fucked me. She did not climax while pumping me that day, but heaven knows she tried. When she was too weary to go on, I serviced her pussy with my mouth and brought her off a couple of times. Then we had sweet intercourse and napped for a while. "Oh God, what a frustrating day!" Crystal exclaimed as she walked into the house after work on Monday. "Lynn was in a bitchy mood, and the drivers out there are crazy! I hope to hell that my mood improves now." No doubt it will, Crystal, I thought to myself. Especially when you ass-whip me. "Let's take care of things before dinner, okay?" she suggested, giving me the most innocent wide-eyed look that she could muster. "Okay, my love," I said as I kissed her. "What do you want me to do?" "Bring me the Spencer paddle. This is going to be fun!" I held onto the other end of the desk as tightly as I could, bent over, totally naked. The paddle swats transmitted an urgent heat to the nerve endings on my bottom. I pretty much kept in position while she swatted, although I kicked my legs a few times and my upper body writhed. Then I was on the floor for a sudsy enema. I cleaned up, and Crystal enthusiastically pumped me with the strap-on device, after which we engaged in a sexual romp. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday followed a similar pattern, and I noticed that Crystal was becoming more dominant - or becoming more comfortable in being dominant - as the week progressed. The tenderness she expressed at other times, along with the exquisite sensual pleasures that she provided, made the daily enemas, fuckings, and whippings well worth it to me. By Friday, I was a little weary of being ass-fucked with the strap-on. I submitted to an enthusiastic serving of her leather strap, and I willingly took another soapsuds enema from her. After I showered, she was wearing the strap-on, as usual, and had set up the pillows on the bed over which I was to position myself face-down. "Crystal, my ass is getting sore from all the fucking, and I -" "DEMERIT! What are you supposed to call me?" "Okay, Nurse Crystal, please -" "Get... on... that... bed!" she interrupted and sternly pointed toward the pillows which were covered with a large towel. She lubed up my back entrance and inserted the strap-on as I groaned. She put as much of her body in contact with mine as she could while she pumped, and after a while I had to admit it felt heavenly. The soreness went away and she fucked ever more enthusiastically, which led to a climax for her. I tasted her sweet pussy and then had my way with her. We spent much of the day together on Saturday. In midafternoon she went into the other room for a while and emerged a few minutes later dressed in her nurse's uniform and carrying a rattan school cane. Summoning me with her index finger, she had me follow her into the bedroom. "Take all your clothes off, my love - it's enema time." She prepared a warm soapy two-quart solution and injected it while I was in my usual "enema position" at her feet. I emerged from the shower and walked into the bedroom to see her smiling and holding the rattan cane. "I saved the best for last, darling," she said. "This is the seventh straight day of our role-playing escapade. Over the pillows, my love." When I was in the submissive position in which she liked to fuck me, she gave me about 15 briskly-paced strokes of the cane. I managed to keep my bottom and legs still through all but the last few strokes. After a pause of a couple of minutes she resumed caning me and delivered ten more strokes, all horizontally placed as she had done with the previous set. "You have a demerit to work off from yesterday, my dear," she announced. "I think another ten with the cane should do it, don't you?" My bottom was livid with pain, but I knew that I was going to get what she decided to give me, so I didn't resist. "Yes Nurse Crystal," I panted, and waited for the inevitable. The ten that she gave me were fast and hard, and were given diagonally so that they crossed the other strokes that I had received. I kicked, wiggled and shouted from the first. She shed her panties and, still standing, asked me to use my mouth on her pussy. I knelt in front of her and tenderly went to work on her, reaching around and cradling her posterior cheeks in my hands. She almost dripped with her own cream, and I knew that the caning had gotten her extremely aroused. She climaxed within two minutes, and then told me to get back on the bed for the strap-on. She fucked me slowly and thoroughly, sometimes pausing for a minute or so to let herself lie on top of me. After what seemed a long time, she withdrew and took off the harness. I was hot for her and had her lie on the pillows face down, and entered her pussy. I stayed inside her for a lengthy session of intercourse, probably close to an hour, slowing down and pausing frequently to postpone ejaculation. Still inside her, we maneuvered so that we were facing each other, and after a few more minutes I finished off. - The Schoolhouse Session When Crystal told me of a new addition to the menu I signed up for a Schoolhouse session at Kimberwillow. The scant description was "A session for unruly students who need discipline at the hands of no-nonsense teachers and the principal." "Leah will be here in a moment," Carina said when I arrived for the appointment. A few minutes later a woman I had not had a session with before came to the reception area to get me. She had medium length straight brown hair and looked to be in her early thirties. She wore nondescript street clothes, was of medium height with a slight build. And, she had a doubled-up belt in her right hand. Without saying a word, Leah beckoned me to follow her. Her hips swayed sensuously as she walked ahead of me. I followed her into a room which was furnished as an office - a desk, several chairs, and a small sofa, among other usual fixtures. Raven was in the office too, and she was not wearing her uniform - instead, she wore an off-white blouse and a light blue frilly skirt. Her eyes were downcast. "Rick, strip down to your briefs, right now," Leah ordered. "Raven, I'll punish you first. I've got to get through to you that you are not to copy other students' answers. I want you to step out of your panties and bend over across the desk." Raven shed her panties as I undressed. Cautiously she approached the desk and leaned over. Leah lifted Raven's skirt to expose her bare bottom and tucked it under her midsection. "Extend your arms straight ahead, Raven - You might want to hold on to the edge of the desk. I expect you to stay in position. Now stick out your bottom and keep it there - you'll get extra if you don't keep yourself presented." Raven, with her legs and feet pigeon-toed, arched her back and pushed her bottom out in a sensuous asking-for-it pose. Satisfied, Leah took her position as discipline administrator, brought her arm far back, and whipped a powerful stroke of the leather against Raven's anticipating bottom, swiveling her hips in perfect follow-through. Raven cried out with an immediate shout. "Ahhhh!" Leah continued her well-practiced delivery of the doubled-up belt. I watched in awe as the belt etched Raven's ass with inch-wide red tracks. Although Raven always kept her bottom where she was supposed to, her shouts filled the room, and she began pounding on the desk with her hands and stamping her feet in a futile attempt to deal with the pain. She must have gotten about fifty strokes before the strapping was finished. Leah told Raven to go sit down, and then turned toward me. "Well, Rick, it looks to me like watching Raven get strapped excited you," looking at the flagpole that struggled to get out of my briefs. "I think I'd better have Principal Becky deal with you before I give you your strapping. Take off those briefs - now!" When I was naked in front of the two women in the room, Leah picked up the phone and pressed a few keys. "Miss Becky, this is Leah. We have a problem student in the administrative office. Yes, I punished Raven and was about to give Rick a strapping when I noticed that he was very... excited from watching Raven get hers. I wanted to tell you in case you'd like to deal with him before his strapping. Yes. Very well, thank you." My boner was still very much in evidence when Becky entered the office carrying a Spencer paddle. "Yes, there IS a problem," she said. "I think I can take care of that one. Bend over the desk, Rick. Reach across and hold on the other end, and DON'T LET GO or you'll sorely regret it! Okay, now stick your bottom out. Yes, like that. I want you to keep it there until I tell you otherwise. Raven, since he watched you, you may watch from anywhere you'd like to in this office." "I'm going to enjoy this!" Raven stated in a pouting tone. She placed a chair well in front of me and seated herself. She was then able to see my face and I could see her while she watched. She smiled and slid her skirt considerably above her knees and pointed her toes inward. Becky slammed the paddle so that it caught both sides of my bottom. "Owww!" As she continued to slam the paddle into me, the buildup of heat and pain on my backside approached unbearable proportions. "Owww! Oh God, Miss! Oh God, please. Oh Miss! OWWW," I lamented as Becky continued to sear my bottom with the paddle. It took all of my resolve to keep my bottom out there for the paddle. As Raven had done earlier, I wildly kicked my legs and stamped my feet. Through my ordeal I saw Raven, obviously excited, press her thighs together and wiggle her legs. Just at the point when I was sure I would not be able to stay in position, Becky stopped paddling. "You may stand up, but keep your hands away from your bottom," she announced. Turning to Leah, she said, "Yes, I think I took care of the problem. Please deal with him as you see fit," and left the room. Leah paced around the office a couple of times to give me a chance to recover from the paddling that Becky just gave me. "You're still going to be well punished for your part in little Miss Raven's cheating escapade," she began. "I've got to convince you that the sweet smile of a girl can get you in deep trouble sometimes. And just because Miss Becky had to paddle you does NOT mean that you'll get any less of the strap. Now get back over that desk and hold on tight... Get your butt out there and KEEP it there, or else this will be a VERY long session!" Raven gave me a sensuous smile as I took my position bent over the desk. She ran her hands up and down her bare pigeon-toed legs, something she would frequently continue to do as Leah applied the strap, and something that was extremely arousing to me. Leah began my strapping after a moment. She typically applied about fifteen to twenty strokes, paused for a couple of minutes, and applied another set. The sound of her doubled-up belt filled the room every time she snapped it against my bare skin. Then my shout filled the room. Invariably. After a couple of sets of strokes I performed the "dance of the strap" and frequently kicked my legs as Leah continued her strong wielding of the belt. After many sets of strokes, Leah stopped and put her belt down. "Rick, no touching of your bottom now. You may go sit down on the sofa. I'm going to leave both of you here for thirty minutes of unsupervised detention. I trust that after your punishments today, you both will be more attentive to the rules at this school. Both of you will stay as you are until I return and tell you to get dressed." Then she left and locked the door. There was complete silence for a couple of minutes. Then Raven came and sat next to me, spread her legs, and hiked up her skirt to expose her beautiful pubic area. Her labia glistened with her juices of arousal. I immediately got a hard erection. "God, I got so hot watching you get paddled and strapped," she panted. "It was all I could do not to jill off then - she'd have really strapped my ass good if I did that! Mmmmmm..." Raven inserted two fingers in her now sloppily wet pussy, withdrew them and smeared the juice all over my hard boner. She did that several more times until my erection was glistening and well lubricated. "Here, turn this way," she said, and I faced her. "Now rub my clit," she said, and grasped my boner with her hand and slowly pumped it. "Look, it's not going to take long at all to make me cum. Watch my pussy when I do..." I rubbed my finger around her clitoris and labia. She wasn't kidding about being hot. She moaned and her breathing became rapid. Her smooth, soft hand kept pumping me, and her mouth was open as she panted. "Okay Rick, watch my pussy!" she hoarsely whispered. As she exclaimed with "Ahhhhh!" sounds I watched the opening of her womanhood spasmodically open and contract several times, and then a sticky, milky substance oozed out with each contraction. I had never seen anything like that before and the sight was so erotic that I immediately ejaculated. Raven shakily pointed my spurting member toward her leg, and several hot jets of my semen splattered on her inner thigh. When the throes of orgasm subsided for both of us, Raven got a stern expression on her face and pointed to the splotches of semen on her leg, which had then dripped down to her skirt. "I'm going to make a note of this in your file, Rick. I understand that Nurse Rachel is particularly interested in correcting this kind of situation." She smiled, and moved to the chair on the other side of the desk. A minute later, Leah came in, looked around, and told us to get dressed. Crystal told me that she and Lynn had fun designing the Schoolhouse session, and that in some cases the teacher, played in my session by Leah, would have used freshly cut switches. A good switching on top of a fresh paddling would have been very intense. I'm sure I would not have been able to keep in position for a switching. I also have a feeling that in an upcoming session my limits will be tested with switches. I mentioned that I was curious about the fact that some of the staff sign up for receiving discipline, as was the case with the Schoolhouse session. "Sometimes they sign up on their own accord, and usually for personal reasons," Crystal explained. "Some of them actually like to get as well as give spankings. When there's a reluctance to sign up, certain incentives are offered, and then there is no shortage of signups." She wouldn't say what the incentives were. Crystal told me a few days later that Carina increased her pay in recognition of her role in the new sessions, and also wanted to take her out for a nice dinner on Friday evening. "I'm really looking forward to it," she said with excited eyes. "I wonder if she has anything particular in mind to talk about?" - Careening for Carina After the following Sunday brunch with Crystal, she came to my place and I pressed her for details about her dinner with Carina which had taken place the previous Friday evening. "She sure knows how to select good places to eat," Crystal related, and told me what she had for dinner. "We spent a good two and a half hours there, just talking about everything in general. It didn't appear that she had any special agenda - by that I mean that we didn't plan strategy for the clinic then. I felt like I got to know her a lot better. It was after the dinner that things got interesting." "Do tell," I prodded, and drew her close to me. "Well, I had driven over to her place so that we could go to the restaurant together, and when we got back to her place I was really feeling good about her - kind of a loyalty thing - and also a desire to please her. Anyway, she drove us home - to her place - and I was going to get in my car to go home, and I told her thanks and that I really enjoyed her taking me out like that. She said that she enjoyed it too, and gave me a hug. Anyway, I didn't want to go home right then, and asked her if I could come in and use the bathroom - I mean, who would say no to that, right? So I went in the bathroom and also freshened up - washed my face and all and she asked if I'd like a little brandy. I said great. She poured us each a little glass of brandy - boy, that stuff was good! So she was sitting next to me and she must have known there was something else on my mind. I was kind of confused about why I wanted to be there some more. She said that she knew there was something that I wanted to say and said it's okay. But I just sat there, I couldn't get any words out. "She kept looking at me, like right in my eyes, and then I don't know why, I started to cry. I couldn't help it, and I couldn't stop crying. She pulled me over to where she was and put her arms around me. After a while I stopped crying and she told me that she knew that would happen and that it's okay. I asked her how she knew and she just smiled. "Then she dipped a couple of fingers in her brandy glass, and spread some brandy on my lips. I about melted right then and there. Then she leaned toward me and lightly kissed me on the lips where she put the brandy. I kissed back, like I was hungry for her, which I was in a way, and after a couple of minutes she pulled me away and said 'I know what you want - why can't you tell me?' I said that I didn't know how to put it. And I challenged her, I said, well, what is it that I want? And she said 'You want me to use you - sexually and otherwise.' My mouth dropped open because that's exactly what I wanted but I didn't know how to say it. "And then I said, Please? I guess it was kind of pathetic because she laughed and asked me if I wanted to stay the night and I said Yes! Then she led me by the hand - oh my gosh, Rick - okay, I'll take these off - then she said she was going to start my training in self-discipline and told me to get naked. I threw my clothes off and she laughed again - I know she wasn't laughing AT me, but kind of like you laugh when a dog does something cute. "She told me the training would be very difficult at times and that she was going to discipline me and I needed to follow her rules exactly. She told me to lay on my tummy and stick my ass out with no support underneath, and hold it there. She said that she'd give me five strokes of the strap and that every time I moved she'd start over. After the third one I collapsed on the bed and she said we had to start over and to get my ass up there. Gosh, she sure hit hard! Anyway - ohhhhh, Rick, how can I - mmmmm, you feel good! So she whipped me some more and I wiggled and we started over. Finally I held still enough and I was glad when she said okay. Mmmm, kiss me, Rick! "So Carina took off her clothes and got on the bed and didn't say or do anything. I wondered if she was mad at me. I got the feeling that she wanted to see what I'd do, so I kissed her and she pulled me on top of her and we kept making out for a while. She guided my hand down there and I stroked her for a bit - then she kissed me some more and had me keep stroking her. She came while we were kissing. Then she had me lay on top of her again and she reached over and put her hand down there on me - oh, Rick, you're so hard, that feels good - as soon as I was going to come she gave me a full-mouth kiss and I came hard. "She also asked me an interesting question and told me not to talk to you about it; what I can say is that she also wants to take you out to dinner - I guess to pick your brain or something." I thought that was an interesting turn of events; I was glad, of course, that Carina wanted to talk to me, apparently in private. Crystal was particularly responsive sexually after her revelation about Carina. I went to Carina's house the following Friday evening after accepting her invitation when she called during the week. Two days before that, Crystal had put me through a prolonged discipline session, interminably administering the paddle and then a severe leather strapping. Then we had an intense lovemaking session, after which she informed me that she had plans to spend Friday night with Lynn. At dinner, Carina's presence was even more intoxicating than the fine claret that she ordered to accompany the food. After making conversation, she told me that she appreciated my enthusiasm for sessions at the clinic, and that I was welcome to plan and suggest new sessions. With a coy smile, she said that "the girls", as she called the staff, always had fun in sessions with me. "I know that Rachel kind of has a crush on you," she continued. "She really likes to put the wood to your butt - it's because she likes you; she's been married about a year, and she's told me that she often fantasizes that she's married to you when she's in session with you." I was glad for the compliment, and I couldn't keep a twinge of embarrassment (and hardening) from showing as I visualized what Rachel would be like as a wife. After a leisurely and thoroughly enjoyable dinner, Carina drove us back to her place and asked me to come in. Without asking, she poured us each some brandy, kicked off her shoes, and sat next to me on the sofa. We lightly sipped brandy as she talked more of her aspirations for the clinic. After a short while she brought her face a few inches from mine and lightly puckered her lips. I teasingly and gingerly felt her lips with mine before pressing in for a thoroughly hungry kiss, which led to a session of wordless and repetitive kissing and exploration with our hands. Later we were both naked on her bed, and I entered her. "Take it slow, Rick," she whispered. "I want to really feel you - I want it to last!" I probed and plowed her welcoming womanhood with my rock-hard erection. We embraced, touched, and explored. I took it slow, and even stopped moving many times to keep from ejaculating. Carina appeared to enjoy the lovemaking. After nearly an hour of being inside her, I looked in her eyes and at the same time felt the smoothness of her legs against mine, and became aware of the inevitability of approaching ejaculation. "Oh God, Carina!" I exclaimed, and brusquely plowed her as I ejected spurt after spurt of hot semen into her. After we were still for a few minutes, she whispered to me, "Rick - Rick, will you do something for me - something really special?" "Anything, Carina." "Rick - I want you to pull out now, and use your mouth on my pussy. Make me cum, Rick - do that now." I admit to having had misgivings about eating her pussy after I spurted in there, but I agreed to it, so I pulled out (she made a slurping sound between her legs when I emerged from her), nestled my face down there and, gingerly at first, went after her pussy with my mouth. During the following twenty minutes she climaxed four times, making the experience well worth it to me. During the night we had intercourse twice more, and showered together in the morning. We went out for a late breakfast, during which Carina mentioned that she had planned to seduce me all along. "I got so tired of the dating scene," she said, "and much of the time the guy just wanted to pop his load right away. Lately I got so I wanted to experience someone who was gentle, thorough, and long-lasting. I told Crystal last week that I wanted to experience you and asked if it was okay to seduce you... Poor girl, she was in a real quandary! Not so much jealousy - I think she feels she has what it takes to keep you - it's more with my being an authority figure for her. We talked about it a while, and she became quite enthusiastic as time went on. I know she'll want to know all the details, and your bottom is probably in for a good thrashing from her. She admitted that she's spent some time with Lynn, and after the episode that she and I had together, she was more agreeable. If SHE can sleep with me and with Lynn, why can't you? I did want to experience your hardness inside me, and for a long time. You exceeded my expectations. I'll have to tell Crystal that she's a very lucky woman." The following day, Crystal came over in the afternoon and wanted to hear all the details about my time with Carina. I told her, and I could tell she was extremely excited. We both undressed, and Crystal, true to form, gave me a prolonged and severe strapping while I lay on the bed face down with two pillows presenting my bared bottom to her. The next hour together more than made up for the strapping. - The Tookie Machine Crystal signed me up for a session that in her words "promised to be memorable," with a new nurse on the staff. There was a gleam in her eyes when I showed up the following week at Kimberwillow. A pale-skinned woman came to get me. She was slender, medium height with black shoulder-length hair arranged in bangs over her forehead. Her brown eyes had a sensuous, and at the same time, penetrating, quality. Her uniform dress exposed several inches of bare leg above her knees, and she wore modest white sneakers with no socks. She firmly grasped my hand in the hallway and silently led me to the room for our session. Once inside, she told me to call her Tookie, and instructed me to strip completely for my enemas. She folded her arms and watched me as I removed my clothes. When I was face-up on the enema table, Tookie inserted a retention nozzle into me and inflated the balloon "cuffs". The red two and a half quart bag bulged with the soapsuds solution, and she smiled slightly as she began the flow. I groaned when the pressure built up inside me. Tookie did nothing to stop, or even slow down, the flow. Instead, she manipulated my testicles and member, which felt good but under the circumstances, but didn't make me hard. "Rick," she said in a low sensuous voice, "You're going to take the whole thing without stopping. Do that for me? I can't begin to describe how hot it gets me when I give a nice big enema non-stop." The pressure increased. "Ahhhhh! Oh, Tookie! Aughhh! Oh, the pressure! It's so much! Ohhhhhh!" I exclaimed. She slipped off her panties. "Feel my pussy, Rick. Look what this is doing to me. Go ahead," she said, and spread her legs. I put my hand under her dress and felt her creamy labia. I put one finger inside her and her prolific juices dripped downward. It occurred to me that I would enjoy putting my mouth there and tasting her juices. This was a momentary distraction from the relentless progress of the enema. She smiled at me and then gently removed my hand from between her legs. A sudden cramp gripped me. "Auuugh! Oh God! Uhhhhh!" Her eyes sparkled. She kept up the manipulation of my testicles. The bag was completely drained after about another minute. "You're going to have to hold the enema for a few minutes," she said with a gleeful edge in her voice. She generously squeezed some lubricating jelly in one hand and grasped my member. She slowly and deliberately pumped as she stared penetratingly into my eyes. In spite of my fullness and cramping, I became erect under her expert handling. As I held the enema I groaned frequently. Nurse Tookie apparently could tell whether my groaning was because of the enema or because of her sensuous pumping of my erect member. She considerably slowed the tempo when I came close to ejaculating. She let me up for precious relief from the enema. A full twenty minutes later I was again lying on the enema table and Tookie inserted the retention nozzle, this time attached to a three quart bag which bulged ominously. "Oh, Rick, I'm absolutely hot right now," she gushed when she opened the clamp that let the enema start flowing. Again she applied some lubricating goo to one hand, and while my enema relentlessly flowed, she slowly pumped my member. She put her other hand under her dress and stimulated herself. I got the definite impression that my expressions of discomfort were wildly arousing to her. When I groaned and panted, she closed her eyes momentarily and breathed deeper and more rapidly. Just as the bag emptied, I loudly exclaimed, and she climaxed. Her trembling hands continued to pump my throbbing erection, slowing and pausing when I approached ejaculation, which was sweet torment. During the five minutes that I held the three quarts, Tookie stimulated herself to climax once more. "Be sure you get every bit of the enema out," Tookie admonished when she let me up. Afterward, she watched as I showered. She had set up a punishment bench while I was getting rid of the enema. She placed a firm pillow over the edge of it and had me bend over the structure. She secured my wrists and waist, leaving my legs free to move. "I'm really hot from this, Rick," she exclaimed. "Have you ever been spanked by a spanking machine?" My facial expression told her that I hadn't. "Well," she continued, "This is going to be the best of both worlds - for me!" I had not noticed the machine, which was sitting unobtrusively behind me in the corner of the room. I was not able to see Tookie set up the machine. I only saw her retrieve a straight segment of rattan from a cabinet, and then she took it behind me and finished setting up the machine. Before she wheeled the spanking machine in place to administer to me she had the machine swish the cane through the air a few times. The machine made a brief whirring sound, followed immediately by the sound of the rattan cutting the air, with another very brief whir as it presumably retracted the instrument into position for the following stroke. Tookie spent about five minutes calibrating the machine for the particular instrument and range of the strokes. She talked to me as she did this. "Okay, dear, now I'm setting it so that it will not strike you above here," and ran her finger horizontally at the upper portion of my bared bottom, "and no lower than here," and traced a line at the very lower edge, barely above my upper thigh. My mouth went dry. Now I knew why Crystal was so excited about me having this session. She probably wanted a spanking machine of her own! Tookie continued in a low, sensuous voice. "I can set the machine to apply the strokes in sequence, each one next to the other, or randomly anywhere in the target zone. Today, I'm choosing random placement." She adjusted some dials and continued. "I'm setting the severity around seven, with a random intensity variation of two. This means that the strokes will always be between level five and level nine of intensity. Seven is... quite energetic; nine is even harder. Ooh, I'm gonna enjoy this!" "Well, it's about time to start your whipping," Tookie announced and walked around in front of me. "Do you know what I'm going to do after your caning?" She turned sideways and placed her hands on her hips and bent her knees slightly. "I'm going to put on a strap-on dildo and fuck you silly with it." She lewdly pumped her hips back and forth with the imaginary dildo while relating her plans. "Yes, I'm going to get a strap-on and fuck you to kingdom come!" She continued to pump her hips silently for a moment. Then she wheeled an adjustable desk chair close in front of me, hiked her dress up all the way and seated herself. She put her legs up and rested them on my shoulders, so that I had a nice view of her thick brunette bush. She looked into my eyes as she pressed a button on the remote control for the spanking machine. I heard a very brief whirring sound and immediately afterward felt a hot streak of pain across my buttocks. "Ahhh!" I exclaimed and saw a slight smile on her lips. She pressed the button again and the machine whipped another cane stroke across my bottom. I yelled. Tookie's free hand went to her pubic area and she slid her finger over her creamy labia. Her aroused clitoris emerged and she pressed the button again. I exclaimed loudly as a forceful stroke danced on my bared bottom. She never took her eyes away from me as she repeatedly pressed the button on the remote and the machine readily did her bidding. I managed to keep quiet for the less severe strokes, but when a forceful one made contact I had no choice but to exclaim aloud. Another interesting thing I observed was that every time Tookie pressed the button to have the machine deliver a cane stroke, she pumped her hips back and forth. A few more cane strokes and Tookie climaxed raucously and quite vocally. Her trembling hand directed the machine to whip the cane a couple dozen more strokes, and her glistening vagina pulsed with a second climax. The machine whipped another dozen after that and Tookie decided to go to the next phase. She moved the spanking machine out of the way and retrieved the strap-on dildo. Standing in front of me, she ceremoniously attached it to her hips and cinched the bindings tightly around her midsection. She went in back of me and snapped on a disposable glove. I squirmed while she packed a considerable amount of lubricating jelly into me. "Okay, Rick. Get ready for the ride of your life." She spread me apart and put the tip of the strap-on against my opening, gave a firm push, and shoved the first inch inside, and stopped for a moment. Then she resumed, working the dildo in and out a little at a time, until it was deep inside me. She pulled out, packed some more lubricant in, and penetrated me again. Tookie firmly grasped my hips with her hands worked up to a brisk tempo. She kept up the tempo and began to thrust the strap-on with long strokes. "UH! UHH! UHHN! UHH!" I exclaimed as the black-haired nurse continued to thrust wildly. The pumping became brusque, and I kicked my legs each time she pounded her hips against me. "Yeah," she panted, "I love it when you move like that!" Tookie the human dynamo just kept on relentlessly thrusting and pumping. Each inward thrust filled me up completely. "Aaaaugh!" I frequently shouted as Tookie continued to wildly fuck me with her strap-on. "Yes! Oh God, Yes!" she yelled. She did not slow down or pause during her climax, but kept up the brusque and rhythmic pounding with her hips. "Tookie," I groaned, "Please, I've had enough!" "No," she answered, while pumping nonstop, "I don't think you've had enough yet..." She pulled out and packed some more lubricant in me, parted my cheeks, and renewed her pumping. "Oh, God, Tookie! Auuugh!" I cried out, to no effect. She kept pistoning the strap-on in and out. I suddenly remembered my session with Gloria, and recalled that when I encouraged her, it wore her out sooner. I reasoned that it couldn't hurt to try the same strategy now. "Oh! Tookie!" I called out. "That feels so good. Fuck me. Fuck me, Tookie! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me good!" Immediately she went over the edge and exclaimed, "Ahh... Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh!" She didn't miss a beat when she climaxed. Those hips kept pumping relentlessly. "Come on, Tookie!" I cried. "I want you to fuck me! In the ass!" Then, remembering that my vocal reactions seemed to excite her, I punctuated every thrusting penetration with an excited "uhh" sound. That seemed to work, and in a rather short time she climaxed again. Still pumping, she panted, "I wish I could see your face right now. I love the way you talk, Rick! I love the way you say my name." "Oh, Tookie!" I exclaimed. Then I called out her name every time she drove the probe into me. "Tookie, Tookie, Tookie, Tookie, Tookie..." I repeated her name continuously. She had another orgasm after a few moments, and then suddenly stopped. "I can't go on, Rick!" she panted. "You wore me out. I thought I'd make you beg for mercy, but you just kept taking it. This is a first for me." Tookie unfastened my bindings and I stood up. My bottom was sore, inside and out, from her enthusiastic attentions. I gingerly reclined on the examination table when she said she'd massage the soreness out of my body. "I realize this session was rather intense," Tookie softly stated as her warm lotioned hands pressed into my tense back muscles. "Lynn told me that she liked my intensity when she interviewed me," she continued. "Lynn also mentioned that she knew of a client who would be just right for this particular session - she was right. I loved it." Her hands felt my legs, and she probed and massaged the tension out of them. I moaned with delight when her hands softly encircled my well whipped bottom. A few moments of this, and her touching became more sensuous. "Oh!" I suddenly exclaimed as she easily slipped a lotioned finger in my back way and wiggled it. She laughed and pulled out, continuing her soft massaging of my posterior. Several more times she slipped her finger in there and wiggled it around. The sensuous feeling from that maneuver just about drove me wild. My developing erection pressed against the table. She told me to turn over and massaged my legs, chest, face, and then my groin. Using both hands on my testicles and raging boner, she again slipped a finger inside me and shimmied it a few seconds while pulling on my scrotum with the other hand to keep me from popping off right away. She did this several times, getting me more aroused with her touch and her talk. "Nurse Rachel tells me that you're a nasty boy," Tookie cooed while her slippery hands slid over and around my testicles and erection. "She says you think nasty thoughts and then you squirt your nasty spunk all over. She asked me to write a note in your file if I think you're a nasty boy. She asked me if you have a girlfriend. I told her I can't imagine that you do and are able to come here at the same time. Unless she's a nasty girl." My rock hard erection was throbbing, and my arousal was intense from Tookie's sensuous talk. She continued massaging, talking, and tugging at my scrotum. "I think Rachel likes you a lot. I heard somewhere that she and her husband are not getting along very well. I'll tell you one thing - she's a nasty girl, Rick. She has all these nasty thoughts about you. She loves to paddle you, and thinks about what she'd like to be able to do with you after a good paddling. She gets so hot when she paddles a nasty boy, Rick! Rachel would like to have you eat her pussy and then she'd put the wood to your butt, real good, and then she'd open up her legs to you. When you'd be inside her, she'd close her eyes and moan. Then she'd feel your legs with hers, and -" "Oh! Ahh! Ooh! Aaah!" I exclaimed as hot streaks of semen spurted forth. Tookie smiled and pumped my exploding member as all the erotic tension and frustrations of the day gushed into the air. Completely spent, I put my clothes on and prepared to leave the clinic. On the way out, Tookie whispered, "I'll just have to write a note for Rachel in your file that you spurted all over the place, you nasty boy!" The next day Crystal came over to spend the night, and asked for full details about my session with Tookie. I told her all about it, including what Tookie told me about Rachel, and asked how she would have known. "We all went out for happy hour on Tookie's first day of work, to celebrate," Crystal began. "Rachel got pretty silly after a few drinks, and was very uninhibited. She told us all that she and her husband were having problems, and that a split seemed inevitable. Then she started talking about you, not knowing that you're my boyfriend. I thought it was pretty revealing, although I wasn't upset with her. Lynn was getting a big kick out of it too. Anyway, Rachel went on to say that she has a crush on you, and how she likes to paddle you and scold you for 'nasty thoughts'. She made a lot of other suggestive comments about you and - oh, look at you, rising to the occasion! Anyway, Lynn talked to me the next day and she says that I can't keep my involvement with you secret forever. She doesn't know yet what to do about it, but I have the feeling that everyone will soon know. We can't let that hard-on go to waste, darling. How'd you like to fuck my brains out?" - Interlude "I want to extend your limits, darling," Crystal told me several days later. "Will you agree to that?" She never asks me that unless she has a plan for me that she hasn't told me about, and the rewards from her are always exquisite. The fact that she asked me is a formality that we agreed to early on. I knew that the discipline session would be rigorous, and the objective is to extend my endurance and submission to her. I looked in her loving eyes and immediately said, "Yes, Crystal." "Good. Let's get started. I want you to take all your clothes off and bend over the desk. I'll be there in a few minutes and we'll start." My heart raced as I shed my clothes. The rules that we follow for an extended limits session are that I'm supposed to take all that she gives me without getting out of position. If I do get out of position, Crystal adds penalty strokes after she has finished with what she would have given me. She decides how much to add. I leaned across the desk, knowing that my bottom would be sore for several days hence. Crystal returned with a leather tawse. She had changed clothes, and always dresses in a way that I find erotic. This time she wore a white shirt with buttons in the front, black shorts, bare legs, black shoes and white socks. "Ready, darling?" "Yes Ma'am." This was also part of our ritual. Crystal delivered twelve hot, powerful swats across my bare bottom and pranced around to where I could see her, and back behind me again. I took them fairly well. Likewise with the second, third, and fourth dozens. The fifth dozen was a struggle, and I held on to the edge of the desk tightly, lest I get out of position. As Crystal continued to apply the strap, I reacted to the hot swats with a brief but raucous shout. I knew that she was getting intensely aroused. After she applied a few dozen more strokes, she shifted her position. I braced myself for what I knew was coming. She got directly behind me, and rapidly applied the strap in a continuous forehand-backhand manner. This is the most difficult part of a strapping from Crystal - the strap bites into the tender part of the bottom more toward the side of each cheek, and the rapid pace assures me a most difficult struggle to stay in position. It was then that I did two things that I did not want to do - first, I pleaded with her to stop, while frantically kicking my legs and twisting. She did not pause or slow down, however, and after more endless swats, I bolted upright and shouted, "OH! I can't..." "You've just earned extra, my love," she said sweetly. "Get back over there now." With fresh resolve I leaned over and gripped the other edge of the desk and waited for her to continue. "I should make you take them without moving AT ALL, but that's for some other time," she cooed. "You know that I love you, don't you darling?" "Yes Ma'am," I groaned. "And you're not going to get out of position again, are you?" "No Ma'am," I replied with a note of uncertainty. Crystal resumed the intense forehand-backhand application of the strap. After several swats I resumed my kicking and twisting. The fiery swats were too much and I stood up again. "Ooh, you must like this," she remarked. "You're just trying to force me to do this!" I replied. "No, darling," she said tenderly. "You're extending your limits, and doing really well. Now I want you to get back over and stay put for twenty more strokes. Can you do that?" "... Yes Ma'am..." Those twenty swats were the most severe yet, but since I knew when she'd stop, I was able to stay bent over, although I still yelled and twisted. Crystal said I could stand up for a few moments after that. I felt as though I had been pressed beyond my endurance. But that is the purpose of extending limits - taking the recipient up to, and somewhat past, what they think they can take, in a firm and loving manner. She returned with a rattan school cane and said that it was time to take care of the penalty strokes for getting out of position. I surmised that she was intensely aroused by this time, and she had taken off her shorts and shirt, and was wearing only her panties, shoes and socks. "Over you go, my love. That's it... Hold on to the other end of the desk and don't let go. I want you to stick your bottom out for these. Yes, arch your back... more... more still, I want your bottom nicely presented. That's it. Like that. Stay just like that!" Crystal took her place and tapped the cane a few times on my sore and well-strapped bottom. Then with a sudden flick of her wrist she whipped a blazing stroke against my waiting backside. "Ahh! OH! Ohhh!" I shouted, and kicked my legs. She paused several seconds. Then... whippp! "OH! Ahhh! Ooooh!" She waited for my twisting to stop. "Come on! Stick your bottom out there! More! Okay. You're going to take every stroke like that, understand, darling?" "Yes Ma'am..." Whippp! "OWW! OH! Ow-Ow-Ow!" She kept on whipping like that, and reminded me that she had to make the consequences of getting out of position unpleasant enough so that I'd have a strong motivation to avoid it in the future. The caning seemed to go on interminably, and the intensity of the strokes was enhanced by the previous strapping. I must have gotten about two dozen before she stopped. She tried to soothe the pain with cool washcloths and skin cream. My bottom was a mass of red and purple, with raised weals from the caning. I knew I'd literally have trouble sitting comfortably for a few days, and I'd be sore for several days after that. Crystal then said that she was going to move in with me for at least a week and a half, during which I could have her any time, and any way that I wanted, as often as I wanted, and that she would never say no. We started that time in the evening, and I experienced many delights with her, some of them new, some of them involving "toys". It was enlightening for both of us how sensuously and delightfully submissive she could be. Like a seasoned dance partner, she always knew what move to make, and how much resistance to offer during every one of the maneuvers that I put her through, even the ones we had not experienced before. Our bond of attachment to each other deepened during that time, which I think was one of her goals before the events of the following couple of weeks afterward. - The Loan To say that Crystal is full of surprises is an understatement. We went out to dinner on a Tuesday evening and Crystal mentioned that she and Lynn had a very interesting meeting that afternoon at the clinic. "Lynn was concerned about Rachel" she began. "Rachel has been absent a lot and we've had to scramble to fill in for her scheduled sessions. We know she's going through a separation and all that, and Lynn doesn't want to be too hard on her now. On the one hand, Rachel should be more responsible in not signing up for sessions that she's not likely to show up for; on the other hand, she's going through a lot, and it's way out of character for her. Lynn is afraid that Rachel's drinking or doing drugs, and that would definitely affect her career. After we threw some ideas around the meeting, which was just the two of us, I piped up that Rachel's always talking about you - Rick - OK, the word 'always' was an exaggeration, but you know what I mean. Anyway, I said to Lynn, maybe Rick can bring her out of her funk. Lynn looked at me kind of weird, and I said yeah, let her have Rick spend a weekend with her, on the condition that she doesn't drink or do drugs during that time, and if she can't come back to us reasonably, let her go. 'You would be willing to do that?!' Lynn asked, and she was definitely surprised. I said of course, I came up with the idea, right? When she agreed, I said I'd have to run it by you, but I don't expect you to be against the idea - in fact, I know you'd have a lot of fun, and I kind of saw this coming when I wanted to extend your limits a couple of weeks ago. So how about it?" It didn't take me long to say yes. Crystal phoned Lynn and told her that the idea was a "go". She stayed the night, during which we took part in some exquisite pleasures. The next day after work, Crystal said that everything had been arranged, and told me where to show up on Friday. She further mentioned that she would be spending the weekend with Lynn, and wanted a detailed narration of my forthcoming stay with Rachel. I told her okay, provided that I got a detailed report of her weekend with Lynn. She giggled and agreed to that. I left work a little early on Friday and went directly to Rachel's. I could not concentrate an anything else that day, and I was definitely nervous and didn't really know what to expect. Rachel answered the door barefoot and wearing a sheath dress. Her eyes looked tired, but her smile was bright, indicating that she was okay with the situation. I brought her a pendant as a little present, and she excitedly put it on. "You know, you're the opposite of my soon-to-be-ex husband," Rachel said. "I can tell that you LIKE me, and I came to realize recently that he didn't - he just wanted a wife and he treated me pretty badly. I don't know how I got fooled into that. Well, what now?" I told her that I didn't know how to proceed, since our interaction so far at the clinic had been with me as a client and her as mistress, and that I definitely like her as well. I told her that we should probably get to know each other. I sat next to her on the couch and she said she wanted to be held, and leaned into me. I caressed her, and she wept as I stroked her hair and face. She continued to cry for about a half hour while I held her, and then spent the next half hour silent. I guessed that her mind was busy all the time with dealing with her situation. She looked up at me with wet eyes and smiled sweetly. I couldn't help kissing her then, she looked so sweet and needy. Her enthusiasm surprised me when she returned my kisses with a fervor I hadn't expected. We kept this up for a while, and then she looked me straight in the eye and said, "Rick - please take me - make love to me. Lead me back to the bedroom." I was a little taken aback that Rachel wasn't assuming an obvious dominant role, and I took her hand and led her to the bed. She pulled her dress off and stood naked in front of me. My aching boner struggled to get out of its confinement, and I quickly shed my clothes. Taking her hand again, I led her onto the bed into a full-body hug. I put my hand on her pussy and noticed that she was profusely lubricating, so I placed my mouth against her womanhood and tasted her sweet nectar. I did not mind that it took her a while to climax. She kept generating sweet tasting pussy juice, and I kept eating it up. Gingerly, I entered Rachel. She hungrily pulled me close and I probed her for several minutes. In my aroused state it didn't take long for me to ejaculate, and I cried out in ecstasy as I spurted into her body. She continued to clutch me near her for a long while, and we both drifted to sleep. I awoke next to her a while later and although she was still sleeping, I gently stroked her pussy with my fingers. She stirred and awoke, and as she pulled me close to her I entered her again. To her delight, I plowed and probed her for some time before she gave me a certain look with her eyes that pushed me over the edge. After I spurted inside her, she again held me close for a while. We were both getting hungry and went out to eat. Since I was her lover for the weekend and she was mine, we acted like new lovers, exchanging meaningful touches and looks in addition to conversation. She told me that although she's quite dominant at work, she's generally the opposite at home. She smiled sweetly again and made it known that she wanted to be totally satiated with sex by the time the weekend was over. She also said that there was something else she wanted me to do, but she couldn't tell me right then. When we got back home I took the lead and stripped her of her clothes, had her lie face down on the bed, and entered her pussy from behind. The feel of her smooth pale legs stirring under me as I brusquely fucked her while holding her down, kept me hard for a long while. The sound of her voice when she climaxed sent me over the edge, and I again pumped her full of semen. We fell asleep soon after and spent the night in close contact. After a shower and a leisurely breakfast that Rachel fixed for us she showed me an assortment of "toys" and implements. There were wrist cuffs, paddles, enema bags with nozzles, vibrators, butt plugs, dildos, and some other contraptions. "This weekend, Rick," she intoned seriously, "I want you to use these freely - use them on me. I won't tell you a second time, but I really want you to use them. I expect you to give me some good hard spankings with the paddles - don't worry, I deserve them. I expect to finish the weekend with a very sore butt. I loved the way you took me last night after dinner. I want you to do things like that - and more. Remember, I'm the submissive one now." I agreed, then waited a few minutes for the atmosphere to change to allow it and also for me to think of some scenarios. "Rachel, I want you to give yourself an enema," I announced. "I'll watch you while you do that." Sheepishly, she prepared a soapy solution in a two quart bag and administered an enema to herself while I looked on. I told her to clean herself well, and that I was going to give her a good spanking. She presented herself to me and I had her bring the oak hairbrush. I guided her across my lap. Rachel's nether buns were exquisite to look at as I slapped the hairbrush repeatedly first on one side, then the other. She kicked her legs as a swimmer would, and I had to admonish her several times to be still. After a few dozen swats I told her to retrieve a butt plug and some lubricant. With Rachel across my lap again, I lubed the butt plug and her nether portal, and worked it inside her. "I think you need some more spanking," I told her, and paddled her until tears flowed from her, which was what I suspected she was after. Then I held her close while she gave vent to her expiated guilt. One of her toys was a metal device designed to fit over the face and keep the mouth wide open. I put that on her and remarked how sexy she looked wearing it. I had her sit on the hardwood chair, with the butt plug still inside her, and cuffed her wrists behind her. She brought me off inside her open mouth, and then I ate her pussy while she was still seated with her hands cuffed behind her and her mouth forced open, and wearing the butt plug. I was exquisitely aroused by the sounds Rachel made when she climaxed. I released her and she allowed that what she had just experienced was intensely erotic. She turned around and wagged her tail end at me in a come hither fashion, and I mock-tackled her onto the bed and fucked her thoroughly; then we dozed for a while. During that night we were close - physically; emotionally. Long, slow, deep, loving, intercourse; kisses all over - several times through the night, followed by deep, restful sleep. The next day we had a couple of meals out and took some walks holding hands. Back at her place we cuddled, and I kissed her tears away. That evening, before I left Rachel to go home, I had her strip and I gave her a severe hairbrush spanking, hoping to expiate enough of her secret guilt so that she'd be functioning later. She cried for quite a while and then we made sweet love one last time. Crystal wisely gave me some space for a few days and she came over to stay the night on Wednesday. She eagerly listened as I told her about my weekend with Rachel. She was surprised at Rachel's submissiveness and had figured that I would have gotten several hard paddlings over the weekend. Aroused and titillated, Crystal gave me a severe paddling, after which she stripped completely and got on the bed next to me to tell me about her time with Lynn. "Lynn fixed dinner for us," Crystal began, "and then we talked about the clinic for a while. I don't know what started it, but we began to roughhouse on the floor - trying to wrestle the other one and pin them down. Every time Lynn pinned me down, she kissed me on the mouth and let me up; then we went at it again. She really is strong. Anyway, she got the idea to raise the stakes of the game and said that I would accumulate 5 spanks every time she pinned me down and vise versa. Well, as you can guess - Ohhhh, Rick! mmmmmmm! - she managed to pin me a lot more than I got her. We still did the kissing - gmmblmmmm - you're making me so hot - when I couldn't go on any more I agreed to add ten spanks to my total, and it came to sixty. I owed her twenty spanks. "Lynn said she'd distribute the sixty spanks she owed me over the weekend, and said it was time to start to pay up, and we should get naked. My clothes were off instantly and Lynn got the hairbrush and had me get across her lap. She said she was going to give me ten swats at a time to work off my debt. But she also said that I needed to take them without moving my legs or wiggling my butt, and if I did move or wiggle, we'd start over. I had to point my toes and keep the top of my feet on the floor, and keep my butt from wiggling. "Well, I took five without moving - she sure hits hard, and I yelled with each swat - then I twisted and wiggled. So I had to really, really try hard to take ten in a row, and I kicked my legs after another six. Damn! So I had to try again, and this time I took the ten from her, but she sure heard about it. She said my keeping still really turns her on, and I can see that because that's the way I like you to take it. Anyway, she spread her legs and asked me to suck on her pussy. She was so wet she was almost dripping! So I grabbed her legs and went to work on her, and she came real soon. She took me to the bedroom and we fooled around some more. Uhhhh! Rick! "We also fooled around during the night. Saturday morning after breakfast, Lynn wanted to give me another ten swats to see if I got better at taking them. We both got naked and I went over her lap. The swats caught me by surprise and I kicked wildly after a few strokes. So, we started over and I tried with everything I had to stay still and I did it! Then we got dressed and met Carina for lunch and spent three hours talking to her. It was great. "On the way back to Lynn's I asked her when I'd get to give her the spanks I owed her, and she said anytime I wanted to. Mmmmmm, Rick, you're making me wet. Anyway I told Lynn that I'd give her a spanking after I'd get my next ten. Off came our clothes, and I was over her lap for another ten swats. I actually held still enough so that she didn't repeat any. So I said okay, you're next. We swapped places and she got across my lap. She told me to notice how she wasn't going to kick or squirm at all, and that I should use the hairbrush as hard and as fast as I wanted to, and that I could give her the whole twenty If I chose to. She's got a nice ass, Rick. I bet you'd like doing her! Uhhhhh! You're so hard. Ohhhhh! Anyway, I - Ahhhhh - so I gave her the hairbrush just as hard as I - mmmmf - could, and she didn't move a muscle! That was so exciting, Rick! She said that was pretty good, but that I was foolish and inexperienced. She said she'd demonstrate when she gave me my next set. Oh-yes! Ummmmm! I wanted to go fool around in the bedroom but she wanted to wait - wouldn't tell me why. "About an hour later Carina came over and we dreamed up a great new session for the clinic - tee hee - and then Lynn told Carina about the spanking game that we played. Carina said she and Lynn frequently play that and that Lynn usually is on the receiving end of the spankings more than she is. I told them I'd like to see them do that and Carina suggested five rounds. I got so hot watching them wrestle each other and kiss, and Carina won three out of five. Off came their clothes, out came the hairbrush, and Lynn took her thirty swats all at once. Carina really gave it to her good, she yelled but she didn't move her butt. That was so sexy. And then it was Lynn's turn to spank. She told me to watch her demonstrate what she mentioned earlier. "Now this was the first time I ever saw Carina submissive like that. Lynn spanked hard, like she always does, and instead of alternating sides with each spank, she placed two or three swats in the same place before changing sides. Carina kept her ass and legs still, but she yelled out when the second or third spank landed in the same place. I almost creamed watching that. They suggested we go in the bedroom and we did. Ahhh! You feel so good inside me! OH! Easyyyy! Anyway, Carina pinned me down on the bed and kissed me while Lynn licked my pussy. Oh God, I almost died cumming - they kept it up until I was incoherent and crying. "Then Carina put on a strap-on and told Lynn to get on top of me and straddle me on her knees, doggy style. I was looking up at Lynn's face and Carina put it in her. Lynn just about went crazy with Carina pumping fast and deep - oh Rick! Ahhhh! Lynn came several times and Carina fucked her nonstop until she pounded on the bed with her fists and begged her to stop. "Then - here's the interesting part - Carina had me put on the strap-on. Then she laid on top of Lynn, face to face, and had me fuck her. I laid on top of her and fucked her good and hard while Lynn kissed her and held her face close to hers. I figured I'd do to her what she did to Lynn - I fucked her like there was no tomorrow, and didn't stop when she came. But she took everything I gave her - I got worn out first. Ooooh, that feels good, Rick! Oh, yes, come in me now - Ahhh, I love it when you come." "So then, we all slept soundly and went out for a nice breakfast the next morning - oh my gosh, I'm so wet and sticky down there now - and I still had thirty swats to take from Lynn that day. Lynn proposed that she give me all thirty at once provided that Carina would help to hold me down, in return for not starting over if I wiggle. I said okay and Lynn told me to take off my shorts and panties. Oh, Rick, I've never had a spanking that long and hard. Lynn really knows her stuff, and I never want to go over her lap again. "Carina left us, and we fooled around in bed for a couple hours and I came home. Oh, and Carina's going to call you this week - she said she wants to take you to dinner again and talk about some things." - Keeping in Practice I did get the expected call from Carina the next day, and I went to her place Friday evening. At dinner, during which she flirtatiously teased me almost constantly, she mentioned that her staff needs to keep in practice regularly with the strap-on dildos, and if she has to, she'll call monthly staff meetings during which everyone takes a turn at administering to each of the staff. She suggested, however, that if I would sign up at least once a month for the Open House session and its variants, I'd get that session at no charge, and she'd have me spend a night with her in addition. I readily agreed and told her I would set up a session midweek. She flirted and teased some more and took me back to her house. The teasing and flirting didn't stop then, and in a matter of minutes we were both undressed, on the bed, with my mouth fervently attending her pussy. Two climaxes later I entered her welcoming womanhood. I pumped and probed, and my first ejaculation of the night pulsed into the warm mystical place between her hips. We talked for a while, touching and stroking one another all the while, and when I developed a boner I slid inside her again. I pumped her pussy in several positions over a considerable while. When Carina determined that I would not last a lot longer before squirting, she maneuvered so that I was on my back, still inside her, and we kept still until the feeling subsided. She told me to just lie back and enjoy what was coming, and moved her well-trained hips so that her pussy was - well, it was as if her pussy was giving me a blowjob. Slurpy sounds accompanied the thrusting of her hips, and her inner muscles demonstrated an exquisite, breathtaking skill. I almost could not believe what I was seeing and feeling. I threw my head back and exclaimed loudly as I let my exquisite ejaculatin take over with uncontrolled spurting. This orgasm was like lightning striking repetitively in the same place. Carina smiled broadly, with me still inside her, when I had calmed down, and asked "How did you like that?" "Ohhhhhhh..." was all I could say at the time. "I thought you might like it. It'll be fun to train Crystal to do that." The following Wednesday I went to the clinic for the promised Open House session. Nurse Becky led me into the room that was equipped with a bed in addition to an examination table. While the enemas were working in me, she placed some thick foam pillows on the bed and put some large towels over them. As I showered after the enemas she arranged the strap-on, the lubricants, disposable gloves, and straps and paddles where they'd be within easy reach of those who would drop in during Open House. With me draped over the thick pillows, Becky gave me ten hard swats with a Spencer paddle and then generously lubed me back there. She inserted the probe into my tail end, and with firm hands grasping my hips, fucked me powerfully. One thing about Becky that I could feel about her hands - the way she gripped me, I knew without a doubt that her probe was going to go in as far, as fast, or as deep as she wanted it to go in. If Becky wanted it to happen, it was going to happen. Since the door to the room was left open during this kind of session, with an "Open House" sign on it (except for the enemas and the very last part of the session), other nurses frequently came in to watch and chat while I was being spanked or used with the strap-on. After Becky, Lynn came in and used a doubled-up leather belt to strap me, and then, in front on Crystal and Anarosa, took me for a good ride. Anarosa used a longish tawse on me, snapped on a disposable glove, profusely lubricated me, and fucked me long and hard. Crystal gave me ten hard smacks with a Spencer paddle, then tenderly fucked me for several minutes. Carina dropped in and, after a scathing leathering with the tawse, gave me quite a boner with her strap-on usage. She stayed around and watched when Rachel, close to the end of the session's time, put the paddle to my butt - hard. Rachel lubed me up and inserted the strap-on. After a few thrusts she stopped and said, "I want YOU to do the work now, Rick. Move that butt back and forth and I'll keep still. Come on, move it!" On my hands and knees on the bed, I pumped my hips back and forth into Rachel's strap-on. She placed her hands on her hips for stability. "Faster, Rick! Show me that you want it. If I don't see that ass moving nice and sexy for the strap-on, I'll make it move real good with the paddle!" Going faster, I thrust my hips so that I smacked up against Rachel, back and forth. I must have looked like I was really into it, since Rachel made sounds of approval. "Yes, like that - keep it up, Rick, this is great." I punctuated each back thrust with an 'uh!' sound as the session went on. When she was satisfied, she let me stop. She pulled out and Carina complimented her and left the room. Rachel locked the door and told me to lie face up on the bed. She stripped completely and straddled my mouth. Her pussy was sloppily wet with her juices and she rode me for two climaxes. She draped herself on top of me and inserted my boner in her pussy. "I've been wanting to do this ever since the weekend that we had together," she sensuously whispered while her hips rhythmically pumped and hungrily caressed me. She planted her lips on mine for a long passionate kiss until my ejaculation exploded inside her and I thrashed about. We showered together and I feasted my eyes on her pale naked body and wide smile. She was delighted that I developed another erection for her as I was getting dressed. On my way out of the clinic, Crystal signed me up for the newly designed session that she told me about earlier. I signed up for one week out to give my well-paddled and strapped bottom time to recover. She also made plans to spend part of the weekend with me, and said she had to call me later that day with some interesting information. When Crystal did call, she told me that Carina had offered her the day off from work tomorrow if she'd spend the night with her that night, mentioning that she'd probably need the day off. That was most interesting, and I couldn't wait for her to come over on Saturday afternoon to fill me in. "I won't spank you this weekend - you still need time to recover before your session next week," Crystal related when we got together. "It was a very interesting night with Carina. Maybe I shouldn't tell you about it, but instead show you. No, I'll tell you. We went out to dinner, like before, and we talked for a little bit when we got back to her place. Anyway, she took me into the bedroom and we got undressed and she hooked up a strap-on. We kissed for a while and then she fucked me all kinds of ways with her strap-on - easy, hard, on top of me, from behind, all that. I was so hot I came several times. Carina laid on her back and wanted me to get on top of her. "She put her hands behind her head and told me to follow her instructions. I sunk the strap-on inside my pussy and she said to imagine that my pussy is my mouth, and to sensuously suck on her strap-on - as if giving a BJ. After a long while I finally caught on and got the hang of it. Carina seemed to get so much pleasure from it that I came Anyway, she stuck her finger inside me and had me work on it that way. Gosh that felt good. Anyway, then I put on the strap-on and pleasured her with it several times. In the shower the next morning we had some fun with getting all slippery with the soap - I guess we spent a half hour in there. Anyway I was kind of sleepy from being up half the night so I went home and napped." Crystal demonstrated her new skills on me. It was breathtakingly erotic and of course she extracted plentiful ejaculations from me. - Old Fashioned Discipline Two women I had not seen before came for me when I showed up for the new session at Kimberwillow. They were clad in lacy dresses, sandals, and bare legs. They were both medium height and dark-haired. One had long wavy hair and the other had shoulder-length straight hair. They unlocked the door to the session room and had me enter before them. I astonished to see Nurse Leah seated at the opposite end of the room, bare from the waist up. The top of her uniform dress had been undone and pulled down to her waist. The two women who came for me locked the door and stood by Leah. "Rick," Leah instructed, "take off all your clothes. Now." I caught frequent glances of Leah's bare chest as I discarded my clothes. I had rarely seen such perfect breasts anywhere. As soon as I finished removing the last piece of clothing, the two women undid the tops of their dresses and pulled them down to their waists, baring their chests. Of course I could not help developing a rapid and firm erection at this lovely sight before me. "Donna and Sulinda," Leah continued as she crossed her legs, "I'd like you to fasten Rick's hands behind him." The session surprised me further when both women reached under their dresses and removed their panties. Donna tied her panties around one of my wrists, while Sulinda did my other wrist. They brought my hands behind me and tied their panties together. There was a small desk in the center of the room, and the two women led me to it so that I was facing Leah. "Rick, I want you to bend over at the waist so that your chest is touching the table... Yes, like that... You are to STAY in that position until I tell you otherwise." "Sulinda," Leah instructed in a commanding tone, "please pick up a switch." Sulinda removed her sandals and drew a supple green switch from a tall vase. "The switches have been soaking in brine for several days." Leah stated. The barefoot Sulinda stepped in position to administer the switching. Donna kicked off her sandals, stood behind Leah, and cupped her hands under Leah's breasts, taking a nipple between each thumb and forefinger. The sight before me was intensely erotic in a surreal way. Leah placed her hands calmly on her lap, and Donna began to stimulate the nipples of the perfect breasts in her hands. "Sulinda - please commence the switching," Leah ordered. I did not have long to wait before I felt a streak of intensely focused pain from the switch across my naked bottom. "OH!" I shouted, and wiggled. I did not have anything to hold on to with my hands since they were tied behind my back. Sulinda's switch swiped across my bared bottom again. "OWW! - Ahh..." The bare-breasted switchmistress continued to expertly apply the supple instrument of punishment, loudly admonishing and encouraging me to stop squirming and stay in position as I shouted, writhed, and danced while determinedly striving to stay bent over. I saw Leah's breathing obviously quicken with her arousal. Donna's eyes were large and I could tell that she was aroused too, both from the scene in front of her and from her handling of Leah's breasts. Leah's mouth opened wide and she trembled violently from the waist up. Donna continued her manipulation of Leah's breasts and nipples throughout the climax. Sulinda continued whipping me through it. When her climax subsided, Leah stopped the switching. "That's enough, Sulinda - you may discard your switch. Stay as you are, Rick." Donna released her hold on Leah's breasts. Sulinda then stood directly before Leah. Leah undid the woman's dress and let it fall to the floor around her feet. After Sulinda stepped out of her dress, I could see that she was wearing only her sandals. She changed places with Donna. Leah undid Donna's dress and from the sounds I heard, began to stimulate her. In very little time Donna's knees buckled somewhat and she wordlessly expressed her climax. Sulinda, standing behind Leah, reached around and took the seated woman's breasts in her hands as Donna had done, and started tweaking her nipples. "Donna, please pick up a fresh switch, and administer it to Rick. Do not stop until I tell you. If the switch should break while you are using it, simply retrieve another one and continue, without my having to say anything. You may begin." Donna, also nude but for her sandals, withdrew a sturdy green switch from the tall vase and whisked it through the air to shake off the brine, casually walked over and began switching. I, of course, began the spirited dance of the switch. Donna vigorously applied the strokes and the three women became more aroused every time the switch hit. My struggle to take the switching bent over with my hands tied behind me was erotic stimulation to them. Leah sat fairly still during her second climax, although she made audible vocal sounds. When she caught her breath, she instructed Donna to stop switching, and told the two of them to attend to me. "Stay bent over, Rick, and the girls will put some ointment on you." Donna and Sulinda brought over a container of lotion. Slowly and gently they applied some to my well-switched posterior, frequently grasping my testicles and member in the process. When they finished applying lotion to my bottom they concentrated on my front side. After a little while my member became erect and I groaned with pleasure at the sensuous feel of the womens' delicate fingers. "What are you girls doing?" Leah suddenly asked. "Bring him over here!" The "girls" had me stand up, and, one on each side of me, brought me in front of Leah. There was no way that I could hide my raging erection. Leah smiled slightly as I stood in front of her with my flagpole sticking straight out, pointing at her face. "It looks like you girls have started something," Leah said, getting up from her chair. Still bare-chested, she climbed up on the desk that I had leaned across for my switching, lifted her dress up to her waist, and spread her legs. Her pussy, and the matted dark brown hair around it, glistened with her juices. It was an erotic and stimulating sight. "Girls, bring him here in front of me. Okay now, Rick, I want you to put your mouth on my pussy and get to work. Keep your mouth there until I tell you. If you pull away before I tell you, I'll personally give you another switching. Do you understand me?" "Yes Ma'am!" "Okay, now get to work." I leaned forward and planted my mouth on her juicy pubic area. I lapped and kissed, tasting her sweet juice and reveling in the sensuous aroma. After she climaxed (I kept working on her), Leah told the girls to finish what they started. I felt sensuous fingers manipulating my testicles and boner. The intense feeling of approaching ejaculation built up within my groin. A few more seconds, and I started spurting. I could not keep quiet, and with my mouth still planted on Leah's pussy, I voiced my orgasmic sounds anyway. "Mmmmmwf! Ummmmmmwuww! Mwmmmmm! Mwwwwmmm!" Leah climaxed immediately, and freely voiced her oohs and ahhs. I kept on lapping and kissing for a couple of minutes, when she told me I could get up. The girls untied my hands and wiped up the semen that I had spurted on the floor. Crystal came over the next day and listened with wide eyes as I told her about the session she helped design. Knowing that she could not administer discipline to me for a while because of the switching, she settled for giving me enemas and using her strap-on dildo on me. She fucked me until she climaxed, after which I had my way with her. - Rectal Rita Crystal mentioned that there had been several new women hired at the clinic, and that she and Lynn, as part of the new hires' training, had a strap-on session that took a complete afternoon. "First," Crystal began, "we spent the morning making sure they knew what they said they knew, and watching them give enemas to each other. Lynn had a couple of them give enemas to her and me also. In the afternoon, we had the strap-on demo. Lynn showed them how to apply the lubricant, and demonstrated on me while I was bent over the exam table. Then she had each of them strip and receive the strap-on from her, so that they knew what it felt like. It was pretty good, I heard a lot of moaning and groaning from every one of them when Lynn pressed the probe into their back way. Then she had each of them do me while she watched and instructed. I sure got a good working over that afternoon. "I told them about the Open House sessions and that they'd get to spank the guy besides giving him the strap-on, and I got the idea that they're really looking forward to the next one. You're gonna get a good fucking, my love, when you have your next Open House. Anyway, one of the girls approached me afterward and said she just moved here, and is having to stay in a pretty expensive, for her, motel and can't find a place to live. She asked me if I had any suggestions. When she told me how much she was paying, I told her good gosh, woman, get your things out of there and stay at my place until you find something! "So we got her things over to my place that evening. We went out to dinner and talked about a lot of things, including the strap-on session that took place that afternoon. Rita mentioned that she was feeling pretty frustrated sexually and that the day's training sessions made it worse. I was feeling aroused too, and mentioned that to her. "We got back to my place and we were tired so I was getting ready for bed and she walked in to ask where something was. After I told her, she sat down on my bed and put her hand in her panties. She said she couldn't stand it any more, then looked at me and asked if I minded her doing that. I said go ahead, I might join you very soon. She got herself off quickly and I took my clothes off and she said 'Crystal, you're gorgeous - can I help?' So I laid down on the bed. Rita sure knows how to eat pussy! She really had me going. Another thing that felt good was that she put a finger up my bottom when she was doing me. "Anyway later that night, I was having some sexy dreams. I woke up and realized that Rita had a finger in my bottom, and we'd both gone to sleep that way. I gently wiggled free, and noticed she was sleeping hard, so I decided to have some fun. I stroked her pussy real gently until she started to cream, then I put her cream on my finger and stuck it in her bottom. She was still asleep and started to moan, so I just kept pumping my finger in and out of her bottom. Finally she opened her eyes, and the look on her face was precious! I started to giggle and she laughed too and told me how good that felt, and keep going. I stroked her clit and went faster with my finger in her bottom, and she came hard. "So I turned over and started to relax to go back to sleep and Rita started to run her hands all over my body. It kind of felt good so I just let her do it. Then she put some vaseline on her finger and stuck it in my bottom again. The way she wiggled it in there felt pleasant. Anyway she started to do herself at the same time and I heard her cum again. Then we both went to sleep. "So the next morning I called her Rectal Rita and she admitted that she likes that part of the anatomy and can almost get off as much doing her finger in someone else's bottom as she can receiving it." Crystal further said that she confided in Rita about her relationship with me, since she was unlikely to be able to keep it from her. She told Rita that we got together after she left the clinic, and was rehired later so there was no shattering of rules. At Crystal's request, Rita promised to keep the information to herself and not divulge it to the other staff at the clinic. I mentioned that I might enjoy a session with Rita and Crystal set up a prostate response clinic appointment and signed up her new roommate. I abstained from ejaculation for five days before the session. On the day of my session, Rita came to get me and led me back to the clinic room. She had almost straight red hair, not quite shoulder length, curled under. She wore a uniform top, and her slacks came down just below her knees, attractively displaying her legs from the knees down. She always spoke very softly, almost in a whisper, with her large eyes opened wide for emphasis. She frequently flashed a wide, even smile. I knew from the start that this would definitely be a "blue balls" session. Rita locked the door, grasped my hand and, looking directly into my eyes, said in her almost whispering voice, "It's time for your enemas, Rick - why don't you take all your clothes off." Her hushed tone was almost conspiratorial, and she always sounded excited. As I disrobed she focused her gaze on my crotch area, and since I was excited and also had not ejaculated in several days, I had a stiff boner when I removed my briefs. She had me lean across the examination table and then snapped on a disposable glove and poked a well-lubricated finger inside and around for a generous amount of time. Rita had me get on the table, face up, and prepared a bulging bag of soapy water. The enema hose had a large curved douche nozzle attached, which glistened with water soluble gel. With a twinkle in her eyes she told me to bend my knees and spread my legs apart, grasped my testicles and lifted them out of the way, and inserted the large nozzle. While the water coursed inside me, and during my second enema, Rita frequently fucked me with the nozzle and handled my testicles and boner, bringing me to the brink of ejaculation several times. I cleaned up in the shower after the two enemas, and Rita was waiting for me with a large oval hardwood paddle in one hand. Her other hand had a disposable glove with profusely lubricated fingers. "I want you to meet my favorite paddle," she stated in a coarse whisper. "Bend over here like you did when I checked your prostate... Okay, now hold on to the other side of the table." She didn't say it, but I knew that I was expected to stay in position for my paddling, so I resolved to do my best. Rita applied the paddle with great force, delivering the swats on alternate sides. Her paddling was every bit as effective as Rachel's. My rear end felt like it was ablaze when she had applied ten swats. She goosed a finger inside my back end for a moment after every ten strokes, until I had accumulated sixty swats and was truly having trouble staying put. She told me to get up on the examination table and lie face down. She soothingly massaged my well-paddled buns, and then poked a lubricated finger inside and wiggled it around for several long minutes while I groaned with frustrated arousal. When it was obvious that any more of her attentions would have sent me over the edge, she stopped and said that she needed to quit handling me for a while or I'd squirt too soon. She surprised me by pulling her pants down past her hips. My boner twitched when I saw her excited smile and her bared hips. Her pussy was surrounded by a light orange mat of pubic hair. She further teased my boner by bringing her mouth close to my throbbing erection and lightly breathing on it. It seemed that she enjoyed watching it twitch and move around. Rita obtained a dildo that appeared to be about 5 inches long and a half inch thick, with two knobs at one end. She plugged in a wire at the end with the knobs, and heavily lubricated the dildo. Then she inserted it so that one of the knobs was inside me, which would serve to keep the dildo inside. The other end of the wire attached to a control box of some sort. When she turned a dial the dildo expanded inside me for a few seconds and then contracted. She increased the expansion until I groaned each time it spread in me, and then she liberally applied lubricant to her hands. Slowly, while the dildo continually pressed on my prostate and released, Rita very lightly ran her hands all over my testicles and erection, constantly stimulating me but not bringing me to the point of ejaculation. My throbbing cock seeped heavily and I was about to go crazy with the teasing. After a long while, she plunged her mouth around my erection and swallowed it to the hilt. I felt some type of membrane in her mouth as she made that move. With her twinkling eyes looking directly into mine, she moved her head back and forth. I cried out as my ejaculation took hold and I spurted forth. She kept milking me for a couple minutes and then stopped the dildo's pulsing and pulled back. I noticed she had skillfully placed a condom in her mouth in such a way that she could perform her actions almost without my noticing. She looked almost gleeful as she emptied the semen into a vial, with her pants still tugged down past her hips, and noted the volume. Crystal mentioned later that she wants to get a large oval paddle like the one that Rectal Rita used on me. - I Get It Good I went to Carina's for our monthly get-together. I was amazed when I saw how she was dressed for our date. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail; she wore a light pink sweater, a medium length full flannel skirt, and sneakers with white ankle socks. She was bare-legged, which she knew I liked. I almost couldn't keep my hands off her, and after a few moments of caresses, she said, "Come on, I've got a nice place in mind for dinner." She drove us to a place I hadn't been before, and we had pizza in a secluded little alcove. Carina unabashedly teased and stimulated me before and during the meal. At one point I put my hand under her skirt with the intention of doing some teasing myself, and was instead surprised when I discovered that she was not wearing panties. I inserted one finger into her pussy and was delighted to hear her gasp as I wiggled it around. Then I withdrew it and sucked her juices off my finger. The look on her face told me that we were going to have quite a romp that evening, and I could tell that she was making plans. We talked about many different things and after a leisurely meal she drove us back to her place. On the way back, she mentioned that she wanted me to give me some enemas that evening. A couple of hours later I was on my hands and knees on the floor, with a very hard boner, waiting to receive Carina's nozzle. Before long I felt very full with two quarts of soapsuds solution inside me. I had a second enema a while after that. I showered, and Carina, still dressed as she was earlier, had me across her lap for a very long hairbrush spanking - she said she needed to do that so I wouldn't cum the minute she touched me. I think she just wanted to administer a spanking. The spanking went on and on - I pounded on the floor and begged her to stop as she kept using the hairbrush. With a very hot butt, I went to Carina's bed and got on my left side as she requested. Her feminine fingers packed me with lubricant back there. She had put on a strap-on dildo with a very flexible probe. She inserted it as she was on her side as well, and fingered my boner as she slowly pumped me with her strap-on. "Roll over on your tummy now, lover," Carina whispered and nudged me over with her on top. "Uhhhh! Carina!" I exclaimed as she sank the probe inside me all the way to the hilt. Slowly at first, and quite brusquely after a short time, Carina pounded her hips - and the attached strap-on probe - into me with unabashed passion. Hard, pounding thrusts. Sometimes fast, sometimes more leisurely, each thrust was full, hard, and deliberate. About all I could do was breathlessly utter spontaneous sounds in reaction to her pumping. "Ooh! Ahh! Oh God! Oh! Carina! Mmmf!" She got into the spirit of what she was doing by verbalizing her dominance in a voice quavering with passion while she pumped. "Yes! I'm gonna give you a good fucking! Give me your ass, Rick! I love this. I've wanted to do this all week. It feels good to have you like this! Yes! Stick your ass out for me! Yes!" Carina got so stimulated by what she was doing, and with my submissively offering my ass to her, that she burst forth with an intense climax. She collapsed on top of me, wiggling and writhing, almost shouting her oohs and ahhhs. When she calmed down she withdrew the probe and got out of the strap-on harness. I nudged her over on her back and easily slid my erect cock into her creamy pussy. She relaxed and placed her hands behind her head. After I pumped for about a minute, her excited eyes and the sensuous expression on her face sent me past the point of inevitability and my hard cock pulsed and spurted inside her body. We went to sleep in a satiated state. I awoke a few hours later lying on my tummy, with Carina fucking me with the strap-on. I had been in such a deep sleep that she was able to pack lubricant inside me, roll me over, and insert the probe. I moaned, signifying that I was awake. Her pumping was not as frenzied as earlier in the evening. She did, however, fuck me long, hard and deep. When she stopped I brought her off with my mouth to her pussy. Then we had long, slow, easy intercourse. I went to sleep in her arms after I spurted another serving of cum into her. The following day Carina fucked me again with the strap-on, after which I had my way with her and then brought her off with my mouth. As I left that afternoon, her eyes told me that I had some interesting times ahead. - Submission Enema There are enemas, and there are Enemas. There are nurses, and there are Nurses. This is an awkward way of saying that once in a while a really great inspiration strikes, and the result is an extraordinary session. This was the case for a new session that Carina, Crystal, and Lynn thought about and developed. I was to be the first one to be the subject of the session. Crystal cryptically told me that there would initially be three nurses, and by the time the session got well underway, only one would be left. She would say no more about it, except that there would probably be no spanking in that session, and to be sure to refrain from ejaculating for a few days beforehand. I arrived at the clinic in midafternoon and Crystal took me back to a session room and said that the three nurses would be by in a few minutes and told me to get completely undressed. Then she left and locked the door. I shed all my clothes and got up on the examination table, which was in the center of the room. I waited nervously for a few minutes and heard some activity just outside the room. Then three nurses came in who I had not seen before. Lexie was medium height, wavy blonde hair, and had a sensuous mouth with a slight overbite. Katerena was taller, had dark brown hair, with a more serious expression. Vanessa had reddish-blonde hair, penetrating eyes, and an attractive smile. Lexie had me lie down on the table face up, and she put an eye mask over my eyes, saying that the first phase of the session would take a few minutes and to relax. I felt a pair of hands caress my face and linger a few moments. The hands slid down to my groin area and cupped my testicles for a short while. Naturally I became quite erect in her hands. Then she withdrew her hands. A presumably different pair of hands did the same thing, followed by those of the third nurse. All this was done quietly. I heard some whispered conversation followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. Feminine hands removed the eye mask, and Katerena was the only other one in the room. "We use the technique that you just experienced to determine which one of us you're most likely to respond to best for this session. Turn over now and I'll get you ready for your enemas." She snapped on a disposable glove and probed a long lubricated finger inside me. She twisted and wiggled it around for a while. She pressed against my prostate until I groaned and felt a little squirt of fluid through my boner. She disposed of the glove and sensuously massaged me for a few minutes, then said she was going to prepare the first enema. I felt the retention nozzle enter me. Katerena pumped up the inflatable part of it until it pressed against my insides. She suspended the bag from a stand and then instructed, "Turn over now, on your back,", and waited while I complied. "I don't want you to touch your cock until after you orgasm, understood?" "Um, yes - yes ma'am," I answered. She then sensuously touched me all over my body - everywhere except my testicles and hardening boner. When my cock was fully hard, she started the enema. The soapy water rapidly coursed into me until the pressure was such that my boner subsided. Katerena immediately stopped the flow and resumed the sensuous touching, which was getting more sexual. She kept away from my boner and testicles, although her fingers came near them. She also did things like put one of her fingers in my mouth and feel around in there, which is something I find intensely erotic. The serious expression on her face vanished and she gave way to intermittent sensuous and girlish giggling when her fingers did something arousing to me. When my boner was erect again, she started the flow and let it proceed until my erection subsided, and resumed the teasing, touching and giggling. She did this repeatedly until I had the entire enema inside me. During the five minutes that I retained it inside, she got me very aroused. Then she deflated the nozzle, pulled it out and I got rid of the enema. Nurse Katerena smiled as she again inserted the inflatable nozzle and pumped it up. She then wrapped some binding straps around my ankles and wrists and bound them to the examination table. She stripped completely, treating me to the sight of her solidly sensuous body. She released the clamp and more soapy water flowed into me quickly. When the fullness caused my raging boner to relax, she caressed my face with her hands and said, "Rick, I want you to give yourself over to me completely. I want you to open yourself up to me totally. If you can do that, you will experience pleasure of an intensity that will astound you. Will you give yourself to me?" I nodded affirmatively. "Say it," she encouraged. "Yes - I'll do that..." "Good. Don't be impatient. This may take some time but it will be well worth it for you." Katerena touched me everywhere with her arms, hands, legs, breasts, face, lips, mouth - everywhere except my hard boner and testicles. She kissed me - deep, tender, and lovingly - on my lips, my mouth, my face, my chest. She moaned, she teased, she giggled. I desperately implored her to massage my cock and bring me to orgasm. She refused, saying, "Give yourself to me, Rick - give yourself to the enema. Think of the enema as my will entering your body, filling you from the inside." I retained the enema for about ten minutes while she continued to massage and tickle and tease me to distraction. Then she had me get rid of it. Back on the table again, I saw that she had a larger bag, filled to the brim. Her eyes twinkled as she inserted the nozzle and inflated it. She frequently stopped the flow and kissed and teased me. When the bag was empty my insides felt extremely full, and the pressure was intense. I groaned from the pressure and from my desperate arousal. Katerena released my binding straps and leaned over to kiss me some more. "Put your arms around me, Rick, and hold on tight" she encouraged. Between kisses she kept up the encouragement to surrender. "Surrender to the enema, Rick. The enema is my will. My will is inside your body, inside your being. It is filling you up!" The she kissed me long and tenderly. My arousal increased as I visualized Katerina inside me. "That pressure is me, darling," she said. "Surrender to me!" Katerena firmly pressed her lips against mine, and I completed my surrender to her. I felt a tingling sensation originate from where the enema was, and spread all over my body. The sensation became stronger, and then became diffused as an orgasm wrenched me - as if every cell in my body was having its own orgasm, all at the same time. I remember shutting my eyes and hearing myself wordlessly and incoherently exclaim. When I recovered I saw Katerena smiling serenely. She leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, long and passionately, then deflated and withdrew the nozzle. When I got up I noticed a puddle of semen on the examination table. I have experienced extremely pleasurable orgasms before, but this one was truly unforgettable. I left the clinic in a relaxed and spent state. Crystal was delighted to hear of the intensity of the session, and said that it gave her some ideas of her own for some interesting variations on our sex play. - Bed-Warming Party After staying with Crystal for about six weeks, "Rectal Rita", the slender soft-spoken redhead Kimberwillow nurse, found her own place and took a few days off to get moved in. When she was all set up in her new place, she invited Crystal over for a small celebration. Crystal asked Rita if she could bring a boyfriend, promising that there would be fun to be had by all. Saturday evening came, and Crystal and I went to Rita's new place, and brought her a present and some food fixings. As soon as Rita saw me she recognized that she had worked on me in session. Rita spent several minutes listening to Crystal's story of how we got together. She frequently gazed my way and smiled brightly. We ate, chatted, and sipped wine for a good while. When the conversation wound down, Crystal contributed to getting things moving again. "Rita," she said, "there's something I'd like to see, and you're the perfect one to do it. You see, although I give Rick a lot of discipline, I almost never get to see anyone else doing it. Would you mind terribly if I asked you to give him a good paddling while I just watch? And then put on a strap-on and fuck his brains out?" Rita, with a gleeful smile and big wide eyes, readily agreed. "Let's all go into the bedroom," she whispered. Crystal reported that she had given me some enemas that morning, and that just the thought of watching Rita paddle me was making her cream. I shed my clothes when Rita suggested that I get naked for the paddle. Crystal stripped from the waist down, reclined in a chair, and spread her legs. Rita fetched one of her paddles, just like the one she used at the clinic - large, oval, and very hard wood. As Rita suggested, I leaned across the edge of the bed, with my feet on the floor. Crystal began to jill herself when Rita commenced my paddling. The redhead nurse administered hard strokes, alternating between the left and right cheeks, about one every four seconds. I heard Crystal's moaning and exclamations when she climaxed after I got about ten strokes. When the count reached twenty or so strokes, I was having great difficulty keeping still. This further excited Crystal and she shamelessly climaxed before Rita had delivered twenty five strokes. As my paddling inexorably progressed, I shouted and writhed while trying valiantly to maintain my position and keep my ass presented to Rita for the paddle. Crystal had a third orgasm during my paddling, which came to about fifty burning strokes. "Ohhh, that was good!," Crystal exclaimed when Rita put the paddle down. "I want to watch while you fuck his brains out with the strap-on!" "Can I use your special toy?" Rita squeaked. Crystal gave her assent and presented it to Rita. Her eyes brightened and she completely stripped and fastened the harness, also inserting the attachment for the female into her pussy. "Wow - this is a high class strap-on. I can't wait to use it!" I bent over the edge of the bed again and she packed some lubricant inside me, leisurely twisting and turning her long fingers as she manually probed me. Just as I started to enjoy her probing, she pulled out and prepared to enter me. I felt the tip of the strap-on probe press against my sphincter, and I allowed it in. Rita rocked her hips and quickly pumped the tool in and out several times before going in further, a bit at a time, repeating the in-out strokes. When it was in all the way, she gave me a few long dep strokes and pulled out. She packed more lubricant in there and entered me again. She grasped my hips with her firm, gentle hands, and experimented with different thrusts and tempos. She settled on long thrusts in which she drove the probe in all the way, making brusque contact with me, stopped for an instant, and then pulled back for another long thrust. I voiced an urgent "UNHHHHHH!" with each inward pump, which intensely aroused Crystal. Rita herself uttered sounds such as "Mmmmmmf!" as she drove the probe inward. Crystal had more orgasms as Rita fucked me. Between climaxes she urged Rita on, saying things like "I love the way your hips move as you fuck him; Don't be shy - do him good; Make him squirm; You do that so good, Rita!" Rita did have me squirming. She fucked me long, hard, and fast. I'm glad she was using Crystal's special strap-on - the probe, while more than one and a half inches thick, is very flexible and was self-lubricating with its own supply of slippery lube, which helped during prolonged pumping. I was also aware of the pleasure that Rita was experiencing from the part of the harness that fit inside of her pussy. Rita completely withdrew the probe and excitedly instructed, "Okay now - get up on the bed and lie face down - quickly!" For good measure she quickly packed some more lubricant inside me and entered me again, with her body prone on top of me. Then she vigorously fucked me - as though she were an insatiable aggressor and I was her sex-crazed slut. She made sensuous mewling sounds with her mouth close to my ear while she pinned me down with her body and endlessly pumped her hips. I felt the probe rapidly snake in and out of me. Finally she stopped pumping and squirmed. I gathered that she was having an intense climax. "Oh wow, that was something else!" Rita exclaimed, and pulled out. I had a suspicion that the evening's festivities were to go on for some time, and I was right. Rita allowed that she was still aroused, and glanced at my rock-hard erection as she made her statement. Crystal, being sensitive, caught her meaning and had me enter Rita's pussy with us both sitting up on the bed, and our arms around each other. I went in easily, as Rita's pussy was well creamed from her own arousal. Crystal instructed both of us not to move. Then she told us to bring our lips together lightly - not to press in with kisses, but remain touching our lips together, and stay like that, looking into each others' eyes. I stayed rock-hard, and I noticed Rita's breathing had slowed and was deepening. Crystal sat immediately behind Rita so that her front was in contact with Rita's back. Her slender fingers reached over and began to manipulate my testicles, using the technique she had learned earlier for giving a testicle massage. After a moment or two she stopped and gave Rita's clitoris a light massage, getting her even more aroused. Crystal repeated the massaging, alternating between my testicles and Rita's clitoris, while whispering admonitions for us to keep still. I fought back the urge to do what came naturally, and that was to pump Rita's pussy with my boner. I also fought the urge to press against Rita's lips and sensuously kiss her. I was intensely aroused and that she was probably in the same situation. Just as I thought that Rita was going to have an explosive orgasm, Crystal stopped stimulating her, reached over and massaged my testicles again, this time keeping up her effort until I could stand it no longer and erupted. When Rita felt my impending ejaculation take hold, she let herself go and her insides exploded with her own orgasm. The three of us went to sleep in Rita's bed that night. I awoke later to the feeling of Crystal's hand around my erect cock. Rita was awake too, and she gently but firmly guided my hands to the headboard and tied them well apart. "This is going to be no-hands and no eyes," she sensuously whispered. She wrapped a silk bandana around my eyes and tightened it. Feminine hands sensuously and slowly manipulated my testicles and erection until it was throbbing and I felt like begging for relief. The hands then withdrew, leaving my flagpole sticking straight up. "We're playing a little game of chance," Crystal told me. "One or the other of us is going to touch your cock, and you have three seconds to guess which one of us it is. If you guess right, we'll take the blindfold off and we'll both work on you to bring you off. If you guess wrong, or don't guess in time, you'll get teased for a full five minutes." I heard sexy giggling from both of them and then it got quiet. A few seconds later I felt some feminine fingers touch my erection for an instant. The touch was gone, and I was waiting to be prompted to guess. Crystal said, "Time's up - you didn't even guess. Better luck next time. Tee-hee!" I groaned as two sets of hands expertly stroked and teased my raging boner, keeping me just short of ejaculating. Five minutes is a very long time when you're being sexually aroused like that. I squirmed and writhed, trying to get the hands to touch me in a way that would bring me off, and they expertly dodged all my attempts. At long last, the teasing stopped. I was determined to not miss my chance to guess on the next try. After a minute or so, I felt the sensuous touch of female fingers on my boner for a second or so. "Crystal!" I exclaimed. "Wrong," Rita whispered. They both giggled, and the two sets of female hands once again tickled, stroked, and teased for a full five minutes. They interspersed their touching and teasing with girlish giggling. After the pause from the agonizing teasing, I guessed Crystal again, and they both gleefully giggled when Rita chortled "Wrong again, Rick!" More desperate squirming from me as the feminine duo stroked and teased me to frustration. I heard some whispering and giggling. The next opportunity was interesting since when I guessed, Crystal said, "Well, you're half-right - we both touched you then. So we're going to take the blindfold off." I anticipated sweet relief. To my disappointment, however, when Crystal removed the silk scarf from my eyes so that I could see, she suggested to Rita, "Since he was wrong so many times, I think we should tease him for a full TEN minutes before we let him pop off." Rita nodded enthusiastically in agreement. They commenced the torment, and the visual cues added more desperation to my situation. One or the other of them frequently brought sensuously puckered lips near my frustrated erection while teasing and stroking, and deftly evaded my frantic attempts to lodge my member therein. For ten long minutes I endured the two females' giggling and teasing while my engorged member struggled, throbbed, and begged for relief. They let me be for a few moments. Then, Crystal took me entirely in her mouth, and partway in her throat. Her sensuous mouth pumped me in place, and she tickled my boner with sounds that she uttered from deep within her throat. Rita concurrently manipulated my testicles, and I exclaimed incoherently as I spurted profusely into Crystal's mouth, which she kept in place the whole time of my ejaculation. Rita released my wrists from being bound, and then I orally serviced both women. We contentedly went back to sleep, all in the same bed. I loved the scent of pussy juice on my face. Part 3 - A Controlling Interest Crystal lamented the fact that she had not recently administered as much discipline to me as she had hoped, so over the following three weeks I submitted to some severe canings and strappings. During that time, I did not go to the clinic. Also during that time, Crystal and Lynn developed a new session that I signed up for in advance. Crystal cryptically suggested, while giggling at the same time, that I refrain from ejaculating for a few days prior to the session, and also to find ways of avoiding ejaculation while being stimulated. I researched the subject and found some information on doing Kegel exercises (for increased ejaculatory pleasure), and also exercises that were the opposite of the Kegels, for holding back from ejaculation. I wanted to practice for a couple of weeks before going to the new session, so Crystal and I did not see each other much during that period. Then I showed up for the session. Lexie, a nurse with wavy blonde hair, a sensuous mouth, and full lips, came to get me when I signed in at the clinic. She watched while I took off my clothes, and smiled when my boner stuck out like a flagpole. She bound my wrists to a spreader bar and hoisted it well above my head. "The object of this session," Lexie began, "is for you to see how long you can last while I try to make you cum. I'm going to stimulate you until you ejaculate, and the longer you last, the better. We'll do this at least once during this session. If you pop off within one minute, then you get thirty strokes of the cane. If you last more than one minute, but less than two, you get twenty five strokes. Five less strokes for each minute you refrain." This was a devious system of rewards, since I have heard that discipline administered soon after the relief of ejaculation has much more subjective punishment than if it's administered while the male is aroused. Since I had refrained from ejaculation for several days, I knew it would not take much, or very long, for me to spurt, particularly when handled by a skilled and attractive seductress such as Lexie. This, in spite of my practicing with delaying of ejaculation. Lexie's slight overbite protruded from her mouth as she smiled sweetly. She picked up a spray bottle and squirted several spurts of vegetable-oil based lubricant on her hands until they were dripping. She approached me and placed her hands around my testicles and boner, keeping still while looking at the wall clock behind me. "I'll start at the beginning of the next minute." After waiting a bit, Lexie started hand-jobbing me - very gently and gingerly spreading the oily mixture all around. Then she lightly and repeatedly pulled on my flagpole with a twisting motion; I brought my attention to the fore and tried to oppose the forces that Lexie was using to persuade my semen to come out at the earliest possible time. As she kept up the relentlessly sensual manipulation, I felt myself helpless to delay her efforts. "Auuuugh!" I exclaimed as my equipment erupted in her hands. She cupped them around my pulsing member as I freely spurted forth. "Fifty six seconds - you get the full thirty strokes. Just a few more seconds and you'd have gotten five less," she giggled. She waited a couple of minutes until my arousal had diminished, retrieved a whippy cane, and dealt the thirty strokes. I did indeed feel them more keenly than I would have if they'd been given before my ejaculation. Lexie let my glowing bottom cool off for a few minutes. Then she worked up a lather with some soap, and thoroughly washed my cock and testicles, and mentioned that this was in preparation for the next part of the session. When she sensed that I was good to go again, Lexie donned a disposable glove on her right hand, and unbuttoned her uniform top. I saw that her pert nipples were hard, and the fact that she was aroused contributed to my arousal. She watched with a smile as my boner steadily rose to the occasion. She generously lubricated both hands and cupped my testicles in them, and watched for an opportune time to start the stimulation. I did reasonably well resisting her efforts to make me cum, and my previous ejaculation helped matters. Still, she was able to get me hard very quickly. Her touch and her facial expressions had a definite effect on me, and before long I had to consciously resist her. At that point she inserted a lubricated finger in my back way and applied just the right kind of pressure and motion to my prostate and rectal nerves. Her merciless pumping of my cock at the same time served to produce the inevitable result - I felt my erect member helplessly approach, then surpass, the point of inevitability. My cock pulsed in her hand a few times before ejecting wads of semen to the accompaniment of her satisfied smile. "Well, that took two minutes and forty seconds - so you get, let's see, twenty strokes of the cane." Lexie dispassionately administered the cane with firm whippy strokes, provoking increasingly anguished vocal reactions from me. After I described the session to Crystal, she looked at the results of her creation of the session with pride. I submitted to her desire to use her strap-on, and she eagerly and energetically fucked me over an extended time. Later, my third ejaculation of the day jetted into her creamy pussy. Part 4 - Crystal's Leggy Slut Crystal's leather strap repeatedly swiped across my bare bottom, imparting a fiery kiss each time it struck. I was on the bed, face down, with a firm pillow under my hips. Linnea was immediately next to me, also nude and face down, receiving discipline from the same strap. Her hips were in contact with mine, we were that close together. Crystal delivered several strokes of the leather to one of us, then focused her attention on the other one. From the way the mattress moved when Linnea was on the receiving end, I guessed that she kicked her legs when she felt each stroke. Crystal administered an extensive strapping to each of us, after which she let us lie there to cool down. Linnea was undergoing a journey of sexual submission to Crystal, and Crystal was happy to provide. I had watched while the naked Linnea received two large enemas, her face contorted from the discomfort and fullness, along with the determination to please Crystal. Then she sat and watched as Crystal gave me my enemas. Linnea's legs are enough to make my nuts ache. They're slender and willowy, and she sits with her knees together and her toes pointed in. After the dual strapping, Crystal took off her panties and instructed Linnea to slowly service her pussy to orgasm. I became aroused watching another woman taste Crystal's pussy - a pussy that I have tasted on countless occasions, and a pussy that has evoked hundreds upon hundreds of spurts of hot semen. After Crystal's relief, she had me orally service Linnea's pussy, and instructed me to avoid giving Linnea a climax. Over the next thirty or so minutes I kissed, licked, tasted, and got to know the black-haired woman's pussy intimately. I pulled back several times, to her desperate frustration. Following that, I got on the bed, on my back, and Crystal mounted me, swallowing my throbbing erection in her creamy pussy. She told Linnea to straddle my mouth, and told me that I could bring her to orgasm. I fervently worked on Linnea's pussy, while my cock was inside Crystal's pussy - the pussy that Linnea had licked and kissed to orgasm. While I was imagining how it would feel to be inside Linnea, Crystal rode me until I ejaculated within her. I bucked like a wild horse during my intense ejaculatory episode. While my member was still pulsing within Crystal, I pressed my mouth brusquely into Linnea's pussy and sucked on her snatch with reckless fervor. That sent her over the edge and she ground her fleshy vaginal lips into my mouth while experiencing her own climax. Crystal, with a gleam in her eyes, told Linnea to lie down on the bed. Then she straddled Linnea's mouth. Linnea's face showed her distaste for sucking on Crystal's semen filled pussy. Realizing that she did not have much choice in the matter, Linnea proceeded, gingerly at first, and later with considerable enthusiasm. Crystal told her not to swallow the semen and to suck her to orgasm. I took pleasure in watching the black-haired woman's efforts, as well as Crystal's dominance and the pleasure she took. After Crystal climaxed, the area around Linnea's mouth was covered with some of the slippery creamy mixture of pussy juice and semen. When Crystal dismounted Linnea's mouth, she told her to get me hard with her mouth. I leaned back and watched the beautiful Linnea take me in her full mouth. The cum that she sucked from Crystal's pussy dribbled from her mouth as she worked on me. Over the next few minutes Linnea worked magic with her mouth - I was hard and throbbing. "Don't make him cum yet, Linnea," Crystal instructed. "I just want you to get him nice and hard - if you make him cum with your mouth, I'll work on you both again with the strap - longer than I did before!" With that motivation, Linnea was very careful, and so was I, since neither of us wanted a repeat of the strapping we got earlier, which was purely for Crystal's pleasure. Linnea was also extremely skilled at orally stimulating me, and she used her eyes, facial expressions, and the oozing cum in her mouth from Crystal's pussy, to enhance my arousal. A couple of times I whispered to her "Easy, easy..." when she got me close to the threshold of ejaculation. Crystal looked on with fascination, and was becoming aroused herself from observing the positive chemistry between Linnea and me. "That's enough," Crystal said to Linnea after a few minutes, "Now come and do me again." I watched as Linnea rapidly brought Crystal to an intense climax with her mouth. "Now, Rick," Crystal said, still panting, "I want to watch while you fuck that little pigeon-toed slut till her head spins. First, I want you to put a butt plug in her." I maneuvered Linnea to the doggy position and Crystal handed me a ribbed butt plug. I generously lubricated it and slowly inserted it into Linnea while she struggled to accept it. When it was in all the way, its shape helped to keep it nestled in there. I told Linnea to arch her back. Her pubic bush stuck out sensuously, and beads of pussy juice hung from her cunt. I entered her easily and experimented to get the correct angle and tempo. Her butt plug had the effect of making her pussy seem tighter than otherwise, and also stimulated her rectal nerves with each pump of my cock. I was gratified to see how aroused she got from the action, and I pumped her through two of her climaxes before I snuggled in and spurted inside her with total abandon. Crystal donned a strap-on and proceeded to fuck Linnea in the pussy with it, using my cum as a lubricant. She was reckless and brusque, and Linnea, still wearing her butt plug, was excited and aroused, and over a period of time experienced two more shameless climaxes. I knew that Crystal immensely enjoyed her domination of Linnea and me; and I enjoyed the sight of Crystal sexually dominating another woman. Crystal pulled out and informed Linnea that she could watch while she worked me over with the strap-on. Linnea obviously enjoyed my repeated "oh" and "uh" exclamations as Crystal thoroughly fucked me. After a considerable while, Crystal told Linnea to lie on her tummy; with my body prone on top of Linnea, I entered her pussy. Crystal then got on top of me and entered me with the strap-on. This was a sensation I hadn't experienced before - being fucked with a strap-on with my member inside another woman's pussy. I worked my hands underneath Linnea's breasts and, unbeknown to Crystal, began to pinch her nipples. She moaned at first, and when I pinched harder, she started to utter "ooh" and "ahh" sounds while bucking her hips. The harder I pinched, the harder she bucked. I mercilessly pinched her nipples while enjoying the ride that she gave. Crystal consequently enjoyed the ride that I gave her. Being sandwiched between two women, along with Linnea's reaction to my pinching her nipples, drove me after a while to an intense ejaculation. My cries of ecstasy pushed Crystal over the edge and she climaxed while furiously pumping me with her strap-on. The session ended after Linnea, following Crystal's instructions, stood up and used the semen I had pumped into her as a skin cream, rubbing it into her legs as we watched. Part 5 - Guess Who? The next time I spent the evening and night with Carina, she described, while administering my enema, a new session that Crystal and Lynn designed. It's an "open house" strap-on session with a new twist. "Since you've been used by the staff several times, you should have some feel for how each nurse uses the strap-on. In this variation, they won't spank you before using you. Instead, you'll be blindfolded and used by any of the staff who wants to. Then you'll be asked to guess who just did you." I struggled to retain the enema. Carina continued, "If you guess wrong, you'll earn ten strokes at the end of the session. After everyone's had a chance, I will draw a name of the girl who will administer your discipline, and then you'll be left alone with her. Unless she tells you, you won't know who disciplined you. Oh, and you start with a balance of twenty strokes, so anything you earn is over and above that." Carina explained that she wouldn't use the strap-on in that session, since she'd be overseeing and co-ordinating the events. An hour later, I was face down over some pillows on Carina's bed. She was insatiable as she fucked me with her strap-on. Oh, how she pumped and plowed! At long last, when she was satisfied from using me, I had my mouth between her hips which had so energetically pumped me with her strap-on. I sucked on her pussy and gave her more orgasms, after which she took me in and we had sweet intercourse. Midweek, I was at the clinic for the new session. Carina gave me my enemas and teased my turgid boner during the time that I held the solution. Then she bound me bent over the punishment box and secured a blindfold on me. She packed me well with lubricant and I waited for the first use of the strap-on. I could only hear and feel. I heard the sounds of a nurse donning the strap-on harness, and I felt her hands grasp my hips and spread my buns. Then came the penetration; the pumping; the thrusting, and my exclamations. After a considerable time she withdrew. Carina asked me to take a guess. The technique of that first one was not very familiar to me, and I guessed Leah. Carina said that she also would not tell me if I had guessed right or wrong - that way I could not use the process of elimination in subsequent guesses. The second nurse to use me felt like the sessions I'd received from Lynn - very thorough, with a sensuous flavor. Then there was a rather brusque, powerful fucking, and I guessed Becky. The session continued with several others, and Carina logged my guesses. When it was apparent that no further takers would be participating, Carina announced that I had mis-guessed five of the nine nurses, which brought my tally to 70 strokes. Then she stated that she was going to randomly draw the name of one of the participants, and send her in to discipline me with a strap, so that I would have less of a chance of figuring out who it was. I waited several minutes, and then heard the door open and close. With no warning, my disciplinarian gave me the entire allotment of 70 strokes without pausing. She had a skilled follow-through, and it could have been any of the nurses at the clinic. The mystery nurse unfastened my bindings, except for the ones tying my hands together, and gingerly led me to the oversized examination table, where I was positioned face up. I was still blindfolded, and the nurse fastened my hands above my head, presumably to keep me from touching any part of her. Interestingly, she also cinched a binding strap around my hips. Suddenly my mouth encountered vaginal lips surrounded by pubic hair. I kissed, licked, and sucked on her pussy. The taste and scent were unfamiliar to me. I kept on, and heard my mystery nurse breathe heavily through a couple of orgasms. She shifted her position, and, to my surprise, I felt my now stiff member being inserted into my mystery nurse's pussy. Straddling my midsection, she slowly pumped her hips, pausing frequently. I could not plow her pussy because of the bindings around my hips. She continued the tantalizing process of pumping her hips until I was ready to spurt, and then paused until the feeling subsided. Any man who has gone through this knows that it can almost drive him insane. When the mystery nurse was satisfied that she had taken me to the brink of delirium, she slowly and skillfully brought me to the finish line, and I erupted inside her. Bear in mind that I could not move my midsection during ejaculation, and I compensated for it by my exclamations and thrashing about wherever I could move. She got up and left the room. Carina came in and release my restrains, and I went home satiated. When I told Crystal about the session a couple days later, she acknowledged that she knew who the mystery nurse was, but would not give me any clues. "I'll tell you that it wasn't me," she said, "and it's also no one whose pussy you've been inside before. Now, why don't you take off your clothes and bring me the rattan cane. I'm absolutely itching to use it!" The Kimberwillow Clinic Volume 5 (F/M spank enema) - Grand Opening Crystal mentioned that Carina was considering opening a second clinic in another area, and wanted her to run it, in the same role as Lynn with the current one. Since Carina's proposal was a big project, Crystal and I talked it over for a couple of weeks before she said yes. Carina also said that she wanted me involved, not in operating the clinic, but rather in training the new nurses. They would demonstrate their proficiency with administering enemas and discipline, and Crystal would train them in performing screening of new clients, giving the testicle massage, and using the strap-on. They would also regularly keep in practice using the strap-on -- on me, of course. Crystal strongly encouraged me to say yes, and eventually I did. We took care of moving while Carina handled the details of configuring the new clinic. Crystal interviewed applicants for staffing, and when a number of them had been selected, arranged for their qualification tests. It was a memorable experience. All six of the new nurses had gathered in a large room in the new clinic, and Crystal had me strip completely in a separate room. Then she led me where they were gathered. They all stood side by side, in their uniforms. A few of them blushed slightly as I stood before them and Crystal introduced me to Jennifer, Rebecca, Stacy, Vanessa, Carol, and Melissa. Crystal asked the nurses to pair off and go to clinic rooms and prepare a soapsuds enema. Since it would take too much time for each of them to give me an enema, Jennifer and Stacy were to administer to me, and the other pairs of nurses were to give enemas to each other, but only with Crystal observing part of the session. Jennifer, a tall leggy nurse with light brown hair and a sweet smile, was first to give me an enema. Crystal looked on in approval as Jennifer went through all the right moves. While I retained the enema and then got rid of it, Crystal went to the other clinic rooms to observe and supervise. Then it was my turn to get a sudsy enema from Stacy, a nurse in her thirties with a serious but sensuous countenance. I definitely wanted to have a colonic discipline session with her. She was firm and knowledgeable, and at the same time dominant while administering my enema. Crystal approved, and told us to go back to the large room when we were finished. When everyone had reconvened Crystal announced that everyone had qualified, and that now they would have a hands-on learning session with strap-ons. She distributed a new kit to each nurse and told everyone to strip. After instructing them in the use and care of the strap-on, she subjected each of them to receiving the probe in the tail end. Some of the sounds that came from the nurses were arousing. Then, Crystal bound me to the punishment bench and demonstrated on me while they all watched. She fucked me enthusiastically, and then let each of them take turns on me. I could definitely tell which nurses had used a strap-on prior to coming here. Crystal let every one of the nurses use me as long as they wanted to, and even encouraged some of them to go on longer. She told them about the "open house" sessions, in which the male is restrained as I was, and each nurse on the staff can spank and use the strap-on. While I was still bound to the structure, Crystal had each nurse give me ten swats with the paddle and ten with the leather strap. She went first, of course, giving me ten strokes from each instrument to demonstrate how it's done. Naturally, I could not refrain from loud outcries as the punishment accumulated, and I got a very sore bottom that day from the six enthusiastic nurses. Crystal made a note of the three nurses who needed additional training in administering discipline and told them that they'd be practicing on me in a few days. That week, and the one following, Crystal was extremely busy with getting the clinic in order for opening day. Because of the high stress level, she craved relief often. One way that Crystal eased her tensions was to administer discipline. She had to balance her desire to take out her frustrations on my bare bottom with the need to have me be in a condition to receive discipline from the new nurses. To that end she settled for giving me enemas and insatiably fucking me with her strap-on. Afterward, I brought her to climaxes with my mouth on her pussy, and then went inside her. During those training weeks Crystal looked on vicariously as she instructed the new nurses in the finer points of administering discipline. I received the hairbrush, the paddle, and several kinds of leather straps during enactment of the scenes from the menu. I noticed with interest the different techniques and approaches that the nurses used for giving handjobs. Each one had their own way of doing it. One in particular, Stacy, had a technique that confirmed my intent to have a later session with her. Three days before formal opening, Crystal performed screenings on several potential clients, and scheduled appointments for them. The first two weeks were incredibly busy, and Crystal signed me up for two open house sessions to keep the staff motivated. She gave me my enemas and took me first with the strap-on, and I stayed bound to the structure for an hour and a half each time, while all the nurses participated. They each gave me an enthusiastic and thorough fucking with the strap-on, after ten hard swats with their favorite instrument. - Oh, Stacy A few weeks into the existence of the new clinic, I made an appointment with Stacy for a Colonic Discipline session. I knew it would be intense, interesting, and sensuous. My heart fluttered as Stacy led me back to the session room. The first thing I noticed was that she had an imposing presence. Her gaze was penetrating, and she had a quiet, dominant demeanor. Her vibes told me that she was deeply sensuous. She didn't tell me to get undressed. Instead she picked up a hairbrush and seated herself in the center of the room. "Loosen your jeans." She tugged my trousers and briefs down just enough to bare my bottom, and motioned for me to get across her lap. Then she thoroughly paddled me with the hairbrush, delivering two swats on one side, then two swats on the other side, alternating that way with a steady cadence. I tried my best to be still and quiet, but her manner of administering a spanking had me squirming and kicking after a short while. Also I could not help giving an anguished exclamation every few swats. As much as it hurt, and no matter what I did, I knew that she wasn't going to stop until SHE decided to stop. My bare bottom felt incandescent when Stacy finally stopped paddling and told me to get up. "Now bend over that table and I'll check your prostate." Still clothed except for my freshly paddled bare bottom, I did as she directed. I heard the sound of Nurse Stacy snapping on a disposable glove. A moment later she inserted a lubricated finger inside me and probed around. I squirmed when she pressed hard against my prostate. It also felt good. She pulled out and removed the glove. "Stand up and turn around." She got a paper towel and wiped the prostatic fluid that seeped from my cock. Then she sensuously milked the backlog of fluid as I became erect in her hand. "Okay, enough of that. Turn around and bend over the table again. I'm going to strap you. You are to stay bent over." Nurse Stacy picked up a tawse and got directly behind me. She whipped the strap in an alternating forehand-backhand manner. This kind of strapping is especially effective since the strap places its hot kiss on the sides of the nether cheeks where the skin is more tender. My jeans dropped down to my knees as I kicked and squirmed. Every swipe of the strap brought forth a loud "Aaaaah!" from me. I struggled to stay bent over, as I did not want to experience the consequences of getting out of position. When I thought I could take no more without standing up, Stacy stopped strapping and came over to me. I stayed bent over at the waist while she sensuously handled my cock and testicles, and brought me to an erect state in a few moments. Then she felt my well strapped bottom with her hands, and then remarked, "No... you still should have more. Stay where you are." While she continued to strap me I used all my resolve to stay bent over. I still kicked, squirmed, and yelled all through the very severe strapping. When at long last she stopped, she told me to take my clothes off and get up on the table on my hands and knees. She donned a disposable glove on one hand, and while she slowly and thoroughly lubricated me for my forthcoming enema, she just as meticulously manipulated my cock until it was ragingly erect and seeping pre-cum. Thus prepared, I waited as she fixed a two and a half quart soapsuds enema and attached an inflatable retention nozzle. I felt full when she inflated it. The sudsy solution sprayed against my prostate and kept me in a state of arousal, even as the enema filled me to an uncomfortable degree. Nurse Stacy was indeed skilled in the art of sensual administration of the enema. When all the enema was inside me, Stacy told me to lie on my back to retain it. She constantly touched me with her hands during the retention period. I noticed aroused and sensual eyes behind her stern no-nonsense visage. Several times during the retention a cramp gripped my insides. "OH! Oh, Nurse Stacy!" I exclaimed. The slightest smile appeared on her face and after a few seconds the pain subsided. I squirmed in pleasure when her expert hands fondled and stroked my testicles and cock. She seemed to take pleasure in my aroused sigh when my cock swelled in her hand, wanting to do what was natural. I got rid of the enema and it was back up on the table on my hands and knees for the high enema. Before she prepared the four quart solution, Stacy teased me just this side of ejaculation a couple of times. She lubricated the colon tube and inserted it. As the enema solution spurted from its tip, she snaked the tube far up inside me. It kept filling me as she pushed, and I felt a sensual glow radiate from my insides. When the four quarts were inside me, I felt very full, but it was not unpleasant. Over the next ten minutes, Stacy slowly and deliberately teased my testicles and raging cock and kept me just this side of cumming. I sighed; I groaned; I called her name. After this extensive teasing, she then brought me over the edge. The intense pressure from the fullness of the four quarts inside me, combined with the feel of her expert hands and her relentless teasing, resulted in an orgasm of an intensity that I have seldom experienced. This was no ordinary hand-job, no ordinary ejaculation. The orgasm seemed to originate from everywhere the enema was present inside me. I writhed and exclaimed incoherently while I copiously spurted on the examination table. I was totally spent. Nurse Stacy slowly withdrew the entire length of the colon tube and sent me to get rid of the huge enema inside me. A half hour later I showered and dressed. Before we left the room she kissed me and said that next time it may be even more fun. Part 3 - My Crystal Oh, Crystal. What can I say that I haven't already said? Being in charge of the new clinic infused her with renewed energy and enthusiasm. When I wasn't on the receiving end of the nurses' attentions, Crystal enthusiastically kept my bottom sore from her attentions. I willingly did my best to please her, which involved my being as still and quiet as possible while taking the paddle, strap, and cane. Some nights she insatiably fucked me with her strap-on, over and over. I could describe the sessions with the other nurses, and with the new ones who arrived, but it would essentially be recounting much of what's been said, just with different names and techniques. It just gets better, all the time, life with my Crystal. ----- This work is copyright 2001-2006 by the author. Commercial use is prohibited without permission. 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