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.


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