Summary: Rick has a six month stay under the care of a stern governess, and then the adventures take an interesting turn. Keywords: F/M, spank, femdom Author: Rick_oh Title: Oh! Governess! Story: Oh! Governess! (F/M spank enem) Part 1 "She was an enema nurse before she became a governess," Shandra said, referring to Governess Clarissa. "You know what that means - every time she's going to discipline you, it's two quarts of warm and sudsy... and it all goes in without stopping. Then it's another two quarts of rinse. And you'd better do everything she tells you, or she adds a lot to your spanking." Shandra, who was a year or two older than I, filled me in on the house rules. I was new to the arrangement, and she had been there for a couple of months. Governess Clarissa was one of several women in the area who agreed to supervise one or two students who had shown academic promise, and had either gotten into some trouble, or had some self-discipline problems which threatened their success. I came to regard Shandra as an insolent girl. I could see why she was here, although she probably could not. She was accustomed to getting her way by being attractive, which she was. Long dark brown hair, a pleasant smile when she bestowed it on others, beautiful pale skin, and large eyes. Her somewhat nasal voice, while at times whiny, had a sensual sound to it. Governess Clarissa, on the other hand, had a quiet authority about her, and almost always spoke softly. A woman in her late twenties, her forehead and face showed a few wrinkle lines, and her brown hair framed her face nicely. She was slender, and of medium height. My first meeting with Clarissa was memorable. She sat me down and, with penetrating eyes, told me about living there. She made it clear that she was to be addressed only as Governess, and detailed the house rules. Then the subject got around to discipline. "Once a week," she said, "and more often if necessary, I will review your behavior and if you need help improving I'll give you some motivation. I trust Shandra will give you some information on that. Keep in mind that during those motivational sessions, I expect you to do as I tell you." Her smile conveyed that she really did care about improving those in her charge. Our motivational sessions were usually held on Saturdays, since they required a fair amount of time. I remember my first one. Shandra got it first. That morning Governess Clarissa told her to be at the 'administration room', as she called it, at 2:30 in the afternoon. "And you, Rick, are to present yourself there at 3:30." The administration room was upstairs in Clarissa's house, and when Shandra went up there I made a point of hanging around at the bottom of the stairs in hope of hearing some of her session. I was delighted that Governess Clarissa did not close the door to the administration room, although I could not distinctly hear the conversation. With some trepidation, along with a persistent erection, I listened. After a few minutes I heard Shandra moaning. "Uhhhhhh! Owwwww! Governess, please!..." I gathered she was receiving her enema. A while later I heard similar protests, and gathered that she was getting her rinsing enema. I waited a long while and then heard Governess' voice, then a loud whack. A few seconds later, another whack. Then another. Shandra chimed in with her sexy, nasal voice as the whacks continued. "Ahhhhhh... Ahhh-ahhhhhh... Ahhhhh!" My erection throbbed inside my trousers as I imagined Shandra in a submissive position taking the paddle. At the same time, my fear increased as I visualized Shandra at the bottom of the stairs, listening to my forthcoming punishment less than an hour from now. She must have taken about twenty five or thirty whacks with the paddle. From the sound of them , I knew they weren't love taps, but real physical discipline. A few moments later Shandra shakily came down the stairs, her face flushed and her eyes wet. She walked past me without saying anything, and obviously knew that I heard her being punished. Ten minutes later I walked up the stairs for my first appointment in the administration room. Governess was standing at her desk, and told me to come in. "The first thing you must do when you come in here," she began, "is remove all your clothing. Without being told to. Go ahead, now." With trembling hands I completely undressed in front of my governess, and looked to her for more direction. "When you have removed your clothing, get into position for your enema. Again, you are to do this without being asked to. Come over here and get down on your hands and knees... Yes, like that. Now put your forehead down until it contacts the carpet... All the way down now. Yes. Now you are positioned for your enema. I want you to keep your head down like that while the enema goes in, and while you hold it. You are required to retain your enema for about five minutes. I will then tell you when you may get up to expel. Today I have already prepared the first of two enemas for you. Other times, you might have to wait in that position while I prepare it." A moment later she returned with a very full red enema bag with a douche nozzle on its hose. The nozzle glistened with its lubricant. I gasped as she gently but firmly inserted it. "When you feel cramping, rock back and forth. The cramps shouldn't last longer than ten to twenty seconds each." I heard a click, and the warm soapsuds solution started to course into me. After a few seconds, I felt extremely full, yet the liquid continued to intrude. "Governess, I -" "That's normal, Rick. Start rocking back and forth. You're going to take the whole thing." I did as she suggested, and eventually the cramping diminished. A new cramp gripped me. "Oh! Governess!" She said nothing, and the enema continued to fill me up. "Uhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Governess, please!" I heard myself echoing Shandra's words. "Keep your head down!" Governess ordered. I struggled, panted, and groaned. Governess removed the nozzle, and I felt extremely full. During the retention period, between cramps, Governess talked about why I was there and asked various questions. Most of my answers were "I don't know, Governess," and "Yes, Governess," and "No, Governess." The five minutes of retention seemed much longer, and I finally got precious relief. I was then in the enema position for my rinsing one, which was a little easier to take, although I still had to retain it for five minutes before I got rid of it. Governess told me to take a quick shower afterward, and to present myself to her when I had done that. After my shower I went back into the administration room. Then Governess, with a ceremonious flair, rolled up the sleeve on her right arm, and picked up the paddle. It was about a foot and a half long, made with hard wood, and had some holes drilled in it. "Bend over the desk, Rick. Grasp the other end and don't let go until I tell you. Five extra every time you get out of position." The first swat reverberated through the room. The second swat came soon after, and added considerably to the hot sensation on my buttocks. I gripped the desk harder and gritted my teeth. I cried out with the third swat and could not keep from twisting and writhing. Each succeeding swat added to the intense burning sensation on my backside. As she went on, my outcries became more urgent. I pleaded. I kicked my legs and writhed. She kept on. I could stand it no longer and I stood up. "Get back over there! You've just earned extra." With new resolve, and a blazing hind end, I bent over again. Governess resumed my paddling, and I resumed my kicking, pleading, and twisting. When she stopped, I stayed bent over. She gave a minute or so to recover, and then said, "Now I'll give you your five extra for getting out of position. It may be difficult, but I expect you to stay in position for these as well." Governess delivered the extra swats with all her strength, and I unabashedly cried out with an anguished "Auhhhhhhhhh!" with each one. "You may get dressed now," she calmly stated. Shandra smiled knowingly when I gingerly walked past her once I got downstairs. That night in bed, while still feeling the soreness from my paddling, I could not get to sleep as I fantasized about Shandra getting her enema and paddling. I brought myself to an intense ejaculation, and only then got to sleep. The following several weeks went much like the first one, with the exception that I followed Governess Clarissa's directive about removing all my clothes and assuming the enema position without being told. The paddlings varied in severity, depending on what the week's accumulation of demerits from school or from behavior at home. During one severe paddling I got out of position despite my best efforts, and had to take extra swats. There were a few times when Governess used leather straps. She also warned that some day, she would use switches on us. After a couple of months there, there was one week when Shandra and I both had earned severe punishment. The punishment day was most memorable, as were the following weeks. Around mid-afternoon, Governess told both of us to go up to the administration room and remove all our clothing. We looked at her questioningly. "Go on, before I decide to add to your punishment!" We hurried upstairs and looked sheepishly at each other as we both removed our clothes. I became embarrassed as I could not keep an erection from prominently showing. A few moments later Governess entered the administration room. "Shandra, you're getting your enemas first. Get in position." Although she was mortified at the thought of getting her enema and punishment in front of me, she complied. The sight of the naked Shandra on her hands and knees with her ass high up did nothing to assuage the erection that I could not hide. Governess prepared her enema, inserted the nozzle, and started the flow. Shandra made an erotic spectacle of herself with the expressions on her face, her moaning, and her twisting and writhing as the soapsuds solution relentlessly entered her. During the retention period in which Governess conducted her 'motivational questioning', neither Shandra nor Governess Clarissa mentioned exactly the nature of what she did to earn this severe punishment. Governess referred to it 'the breast thing'. Shandra choked out her answers, which were strikingly similar to mine: Yes, Governess; No, Governess; and I don't know, Governess. She allowed Shandra up, and waited until she had taken the rinsing enema and had cleaned up before she prepared my soapsuds enema. It was my turn to be in the enema position, take the nozzle, struggle with the nonstop flow, and offer my answers to her questioning during the interminable retention period, and come back for a second dose. After I got rid of the enemas and cleaned up, Governess mentioned that she would paddle me first, and told me to assume the position. The paddling progressed as always - with my astonishment at how much it hurt, along with my kicking and dancing, and my "Oh! Governess, please!" cries. The only difference is that this paddling was longer than the others, probably consisting of nearly fifty strokes. It was a wonder that I didn't get out of position and earn more. I stood and watched while Shandra got her paddling. She got thirty hard swats, and carried on much as I did. I had to admit a certain satisfaction from seeing her butt get thoroughly reddened, and watching those smooth pale legs kick. Governess allowed her a few minutes to recover, and then ominously said, "Shandra, please step to the center of the room here." She produced some leather wrist cuffs joined by a short length of heavy chain, and secured them on her. Then she got a length of nylon rope, threaded it through a sturdy hook in the ceiling, through the wrist cuffs, and raised Shandra's bound wrists high above her head. This caused her firm breasts to jut forward. "Rick," Governess directed, "stand immediately behind Shandra... get right up against her... that's right, now put your arms around her waist... no, like you're hugging her... yes, that's it. Now I want you to hold on to her so that she can't turn around. Hold on very tight." "Shandra," she continued, "I thought long and hard about how to punish you today. Since breasts were the focus of your misbehavior, it's only fitting that they should be the focus of some of the punishment. Because of your insolence about the breast thing, you are to be whipped on the bare breasts with a switch!" "No, Governess! Please no! Please! Oh, Governess!" "My decision is not subject to appeal, young lady. Rick, you'll need to hold her steady with your body. Hold on tight. I'll get the switch." There was a tall slender vase in one corner of the room, which had escaped my notice. Governess Clarissa pulled out a switch from the vase and whipped it through the air a few times. "These switches have been soaking in a brine solution for several days," she commented while the switch made a fearful sound cutting through the air. Since I pressed the front of my body against the back of Shandra's, my member had become nestled vertically along her butt crack. It was firming up, and I hoped that Shandra would not notice, although I suspected she knew. Governess stood in front and to one side of Shandra, pressed her lips together, and whipped the switch across both her breasts. Shandra's head jerked backward, her whole body jumped, and she let out an open-mouthed yell. I tightened my grip around her waist and hugged her firmly against me. The switch struck again, and I restrained her as she ferociously attempted to wiggle from side to side as she yelled. Again and again, Governess whipped the switch across Shandra's bare breasts. I was aware that my erection, snuggled between her nether cheeks, was now ragingly hard, and her squirming only served to further stimulate me. Governess picked up the pace of her switching, and Shandra's squirming became more pronounced. I was completely helpless to refrain from being erotically aroused, and the feeling of her nether cheeks writhing and twisting, with my boner lodged between them, was too much, and I felt jets of hot semen spurt forth. I closed my eyes. My knees buckled somewhat, and I grasped Shandra's waist even more tightly until my ejaculatory paroxysms subsided. Governess finally stopped and discarded the switch. She told me to let go, and released the bindings. Governess told Shandra to go ahead and sit down, and then squatted down where the punished girl had stood, wiped her finger on a puddle of creamy white liquid, looked up at me and said, "Rick?" I knew there was no denying what happened, and I didn't say anything. A few stringy droplets were hanging from my member, and I just looked down. Shandra had been too preoccupied at the time to know that I profusely ejaculated while holding her, but as she saw Governess' interaction with me, she surmised what had happened. "I know I need not say more about this, Rick, except that I'm now going to give YOUR naughty bottom a good switching, and let Shandra observe from whatever part of the room she chooses. Present yourself for punishment, NOW!" My mouth was dry, and after seeing what the switch did to Shandra, I was almost in a panic. Knowing there was no escape, I meekly bent over the desk and grasped the opposite edge. "Shandra, you may observe from wherever you'd like," Governess said as she obtained a fresh brine-soaked switch. I cringed when she whipped it through the air, knowing that it would soon be striating my bare bottom. "I suggest that you don't let go or get out of position, Rick. I'm going to switch your bottom until this switch is worn out. If you get out of position, I'll use a second one on you. Do you understand that?" "Yes, Governess," I squeaked. Shandra, her hands on her sore breasts, stood behind me to watch. Governess commenced the switching, giving an energetic stinging stroke about once per second. I squirmed and writhed from the start. "OW! ... Oh! Governess! ... Please! ... Oh God! ... Mercy! ... No! ... Governess! ... Please! ... Oh, Governess! ... Ahhhhh! -" "KEEP YOUR FEET ON THE FLOOR, RICK!" she scolded. She resumed the awful switching, and I made a determined effort to avoid kicking my legs, and probably compensated by increased twisting and writhing. "Ahhhh! ... Governess! ... Please! ... OH GOVERNESS! ..." On and on it went, and Governess Clarissa mercilessly switched me. She paid no heed to my most urgent pleading. I knew that I absolutely had to keep my grip on the other edge of the desk, so I wouldn't get a second switching. After what seemed an eternity, she stopped, and told us the session was over, and that we could get dressed. She also asked that Shandra stay so that she could talk to her. The next day, Governess Clarissa announced to us that she had a family emergency and that she was going to be gone for a period of one to two weeks, and that she was leaving right away. "Since you both are college age, I hope I can trust you to conduct yourselves accordingly. Shandra, you will be in charge of the household in my absence. Rick, I want you to regard Shandra as YOUR governess during that time. You are to follow her instructions as if it were me. Shandra, you may NOT administer discipline to Rick, and you must not abuse your position. I believe I will know if you do, and the consequences of that would be especially severe. You can keep a written record of events, and I'll go over them with you when I get back." While Shandra's eyes lit up at the news of her position of authority, she was clearly disappointed at being told not to discipline me. A few hours later, when Governess Clarissa left the house, Shandra came up to me and said, "Now that I'm in charge, you are to address me only by the title 'Governess'. Do that, and we'll likely get along well. Is that clear?" I knew I had no choice, so I whispered, "Yes... Governess." "Good - now come with me," she ordered. She turned around and I followed her to her room. "Take all your clothes off. Right now!" I suspiciously eyed her as I removed my clothes. "On the bed now, on your tummy. I want to put some lotion where she switched you." I was surprised when Shandra gently massaged my punished nether cheeks. My suspicion vanished, and her hands felt good; I couldn't help voicing my pleasure: "Oh... Governess... mmmmmmmm, oh yes, Governess." Then she had me turn over. "You know why she switched you, don't you?" she asked. "Y-y-yessss, I think so..." "Tell me!" "Uhm, well, it's because I - I, uh, ejaculated." "You ejaculated... when?!" "Uhm, when Governess was switching you." "When she was switching me where?" "On the breasts." "So that turned you on, seeing me switched?!" "I couldn't help it..." "Well," Shandra interrupted, "It turned me on no end seeing YOU get switched! The way you kicked your legs and danced when she whipped you. I loved how you wiggled and gyrated your ass, it's like you were asking for it." She paused, and lightly stroked my face with her hand, then continued. "I'd like to see you dance and wiggle like that some more. I wish I could give you the switchings. I have some ideas of how I'd like to have you in different positions when I SWITCH YOU, and SWITCH YOU, and SWITCH YOU, to see you twist and gyrate!" Shandra came closer, and whispered, "I got a couple hours of pleasure last night thinking about your switching. You know what I mean, don't you?" I felt myself becoming erect. "Yes, governess," I smiled. "In fact, just seeing the switch marks on you does something for me..." She got up and cast off her panties, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Get up, and kneel in front of me." I knelt before her spread legs and caught sight of her dark-haired pussy. "Kiss me and lick me there, and don't stop until I tell you!" While I inhaled the musky scent of her sex, I kissed, licked, and sucked on her through several orgasms. All the while, my boner was erect and hard. "That wasn't too bad," she said. "Maybe I'll have you do that more often - like every day. It's great for stress relief. Stand up now." She got the bottle of lotion and a hand towel, poured a generous amount into her hand, and massaged my throbbing erection until I spurted into the towel. For the following several days, Shandra had me satisfy her orally, and followed each session by quickly hand-jobbing me. I carefully observed her and listened to her closely as she fantasized out loud of her desire to give me enemas and administer switchings. I did this for a reason. Friday, however, she didn't, and although I did not ask her why, she offered no explanation. During that night, I was startled awake by Shandra's presence in my room. She was sitting on the bedside when I awoke, and she looked agitated. She wore a top and shorts pajama set. "I can't sleep, Rick," she stated. "I can't stop thinking of that scene where Governess gave you that switching, and how you displayed your ass. I wish I could give you whippings, Rick - I'm so hot to do that." I used the information I had gathered in the past week, and wanted to see how far I could go with it. "Governess," I said, "I have something to tell you." That caught her by surprise, and she quickly asked for details. "Governess, I've got to tell you that I have fantasies about you punishing me... First, the enema... getting down on the floor with my forehead on the carpet, as I wait for your hand to stick the nozzle inside. Then, as the enema goes in, you would watch as I told you how full I was, and I rock back and forth with the cramping." Her eyes were wide, and she clearly enjoyed my feeding her fantasy. I grasped her hand, and she didn't pull back, so I continued. "I'd beg you to stop - I'd say, 'Oh, Governess, please, please stop, I can't take any more enema!' And you wouldn't stop, you'd just say 'No, you've got to take it all, and you know what, Rick - you've got to hold it in for a full five minutes!' I'd wiggle and squirm, and I'd say, 'Oh please, Governess, please!'" Her breathing deepened, and I pulled the covers off. I lay back, my boner pointing straight up, and put my hands behind my head, and continued. "You make me hold the enema for five long minutes and watch me struggle and squirm. I'm so full and I beg you for relief. 'Oh, Governess,' I say, 'can't I get rid of it now?' You look at your watch and say, 'No - hold it a little longer!' Finally I get rid of it, and you give me another enema! After that, you pull a sturdy switch out of the vase." I deliberately paused to see what she would say or do. "Well? What next," she asked impatiently. That told me that she liked my verbal descriptions of a fantasy that appealed to her. "Kiss me, Governess," I said. "Kiss me and I'll tell you more!" Shandra was visibly aroused by my story, and wanted to hear more. She slowly brought her face close to mine and gingerly pressed her lips on mine. She held there for a moment as I gently kissed back. "And then," I continued, "You look me in the eye and smile as you force me to see you whip the switch through the air several times. My bottom tingles with dread and anticipation as I come to realize the inevitability of the switching that you want to give me. You tell me to bend over the desk and arch my back so that my ass will be presented to you, and you warn that getting out of position will get extra strokes. Kiss me again, Governess." She kissed a little more sensuously, and I kissed back more fervently. Her wide eyes looked into mine as I continued. "And then, you start the switching. The first stroke hits me like a lightning bolt, and I wiggle and cry out, 'OH!' You press your lips together as you continue - whip! whip! whip! I dance! I wiggle! I kick my legs! I beg you to stop. 'OH! Governess! Please stop, please stop!'" I drew her close and kissed her. She responded warmly and moved so that she was prone on the bed, next to me. I pulled her on top of me, and we kissed some more. "Rick, do you think that could really happen?" she asked. I thought for a moment before I replied. "Yes, I think I could arrange it - but I'd do it only for a girlfriend - a lover." She slipped off her top and shorts, and got on top of me. My raging boner stuck straight up between her legs. "Tell me more of the story!" "Okay, so there I am gyrating as the switch marks appear on my ass. Finally I just can't hold my position, and I stand up and plead with you to end it. 'No way,' you tell me, and you pick up a fresh switch. Then you sit down and have me kiss you down there because it turns you on so much. When you resume the switching, you apply the strokes slower, and every time it hits, I cry out: 'OH! Governess!'" I pulled her face to mine and kissed her some more, and concurrently rolled us over until I was on top of her. She had spread her legs, and we kissed some more. She grasped my erection and guided it toward her womanhood. I easily entered her, and knew then that she had been profusely lubricating from my words. "Rick, that feels so good," she hoarsely whispered. We had slow, sweet intercourse; Her wide eyes sparkled, and her smile radiated arousal. Several times I felt the tingling of approaching ejaculation and slowed appropriately. Finally, the enticements and pleasures of Shandra's pussy coaxed my pending ejaculation forth. I closed my eyes and pumped forcefully. As I crossed the threshold into the inevitability of ejaculation, I exclaimed, "Oh! Governess!" and spurted forth the erotic tension of the past week into her eager receptacle. During the night we had two more sessions of intercourse, each one commencing with my whispering a story into her ear - a story about her administering enemas and discipline; followed by my orally servicing her musky womanhood; and a finale of a wrenching ejaculation. The following night, Saturday, we went to bed together in my room, and spent that night in the same kind of sexual bliss as the previous night. Exhausted and deprived of our usual sleep, we slept deeply in each other's arms, and awoke much later than we ordinarily did. When we stirred upon awakening, however, we were treated to the sight of Governess Clarissa standing in the doorway with her arms folded. "Oh my gosh!" Shandra exclaimed. Governess Clarissa smiled slightly and asked "Sweet dreams?" When no answer was forthcoming from either of us, she continued, "I am not surprised at you two getting together. In fact, I pretty much expected it, which is why I talked to Shandra after the ejaculation incident. That is also why I insisted that Shandra religiously use birth control. I AM going to punish both of you - not for getting together, but for neglecting your household cleaning duties. I want to see you both together in the administration room at three this afternoon. This morning, however, I wish to speak with each of you privately. Rick, I want you to be first. Simply come to my study after breakfast. And Shandra, speaking of breakfast, don't you think you should be attending to that?" "Y-yes, Governess," she sheepishly replied. "What are you waiting for - get out of bed! In case you forget, I've seen you naked before, many times. Come on!" After breakfast, I had an interesting conversation with Governess Clarissa, in which she asked some probing questions. I chuckled to myself when Shandra made her way into the study for her talk, as I knew she was in for quite a grilling. That afternoon we each took our two enemas and got cleaned up. Then Governess had me assume the enema position again while she demonstrated to Shandra how to administer a prostate massage. Shandra donned a glove and probed and felt inside me, and worked on me for several minutes. Governess Clarissa had me stand up and told us to listen to her. Then she announced that, as a result of her conversations with us that morning, she would be training Shandra to administer discipline, with emphasis on the erotic aspects for both of us. She strongly reminded Shandra that all discipline that is not truly deserved punishment must be balanced by at least an equal amount of pleasure, and that she would hold Shandra accountable. Further, she stated, our sleeping arrangements are up to us, and she would not interfere there. The biggest change was in her next statement. "After today's session, I will only administer discipline to Shandra; she will be responsible for disciplining you, Rick. She may use the administration room for erotic play for both of you, as well as for punishing you. For the time being, all of her disciplinary attentions must be approved by me in advance. When I am satisfied that she will not abuse her authority, I will no longer require that." She paused to let this sink in. "You, Rick, have unlimited access to me for any concerns, and you may confide in me. I will not break any confidences. Now, let's get on with why you two are here today." Governess Clarissa placed some clamps on Shandra's nipples. She exclaimed, "OH MY GOSH, GOVERNESS!" as each one bit into her. She then bound my arms behind my back, forearms horizontally, to clear the buttocks. She bound Shandra in the same manner, and then had us make contact, front to front, and cinched a binding strap tightly around our waists to keep us together. She picked up the paddle and gave each of us twenty hard strokes. That was followed by a lengthy strapping with a two-tailed tawse, administered forcefully to each of our backsides. Each of us saw the other's reaction up close since we were bound front-to-front. She released our bindings and removed Shandra's nipple clamps. Then she instructed, "Rick, when Shandra administers discipline, you are to address her as 'Governess'. So that there will be no confusion, refer to me as Miss Clarissa. I am still governess to both of you, and she must continue to address me as she always has. In the next few weeks I will train her in all the fine points of being a governess, and I will decide the general severity of your discipline. You two may get dressed now." >From then on, Shandra, after taking her discipline from Miss Clarissa, administered my punishment. For a few weeks she did this under Miss Clarissa's supervision. Then she was free to be unsupervised. We spent our nights together, during which she would tell me what she learned from Miss Clarissa. "I learned how to prepare your enemas, Rick," she said one night. Another time it was, "Governess showed me how to cut switches and prepare them." I was on the receiving end of some severe punishments from Governess Shandra. While she strongly and dispassionately administered stroke after stroke of the paddle or strap I did my best to avoid begging and pleading, and was rarely successful. Those nights, however, her musky womanhood welcomed me inside her more eagerly than usual. Shandra finally got to use switches on me. A few days after she excitedly told me that Miss Clarissa showed her how to use them and had her practice on a pillow, she used the switch on me during a punishment session. She had taken her enemas and been disciplined by Miss Clarissa, and then it was my turn. Shandra gave me my enemas, and when it came time for discipline, Miss Clarissa watched while she pulled a sturdy switch from the vase and told me to present myself for discipline. She tried to conceal her arousal that I knew she felt. My shouts filled the room as Shandra wielded the switch. She whipped briskly, and scolded me several times to keep my feet on the floor. I had no choice but to twist and writhe as the switch repeatedly striated my buttocks and hips. I knew that my motions were extremely arousing to Shandra, but that knowledge did not diminish at all my fervent wish that she stop. Shandra whipped until the switch was worn out. When I got up, I saw that her face was flushed, no doubt from arousal. "Don't get dressed yet, Rick," Shandra instructed, "I want to put some cream on your bottom. Get your clothes and come with me." Miss Clarissa smiled as we left the room. She knew the score. I often wondered if she became sexually aroused while administering or watching discipline, and if so, what she did about it. Shandra soothingly rubbed skin cream where she had applied the switch. After that, she told me to lie on my back, and she took her panties off and straddled my mouth. I sucked her creamy womanhood until she exploded in orgasm. That night, her eager receptacle welcomed me with a fervor that I had not expected. Twice that night I erupted inside her, and settled into a refreshing sleep in the arms of my governess/lover. In the following weeks, Miss Clarissa added a new twist to Shandra's discipline, which Shandra in turn was happy to add to mine. It was no longer sufficient to just bend over the desk in the administration room to present ourselves for punishment. Now, after bending over, the recipient was expected to arch the back and stick out their ass, as if begging for the punishment. The punisher added an unspecified amount of extra discipline if the recipient could not maintain the position. This new twist proved to be quite troublesome for Shandra and for me, so Miss Clarissa, after several weeks, acquired a solidly built discipline structure to take the place of the desk. The structure allowed us to be bent over it and bound in several places, in the position that Miss Clarissa had wanted us to maintain - with back arched and ass sticking out. Now we had no choice but to endure the paddlings, strappings, and switchings tightly bound so that we could not move. Shandra especially liked to wield the strap when I was bound to the structure. She also administered some switchings, which aroused her to an incredible degree. Shandra's stay of six months came to an end, and the sad day came when she left. For the remainder of my stay there, I was the only student, so Miss Clarissa became Governess again. The weekly enema and punishment sessions continued as before, and Governess Clarissa was more exuberant in her administration of discipline. Toward the end of my six months there, I had many open discussions with Governess. She surprised me with her knowledge of matters sexual and erotic. "I really can't allow again the kind of thing that you and Shandra had going," she later said. "I let it go because of the chemistry between you two. I knew her attraction to you before she acknowledged it. Plus, she's a natural governess type." A few days before my term was finished, Governess Clarissa mentioned that she was going to take a break from her contract as a governess for a term or two, and that she was going to have some things done around the house, take some short trips, and sometimes just do nothing. I got an idea. I knelt before her and grasped her hands with mine. "Governess," I implored, "let me stay here with you. I'll do those things around the house, and when you're gone I can take care of things, or - or go with you if you want, and you can teach me things, and you can still do... I mean, you can be my... well, I mean, I can..." I was totally flustered since I hadn't really formulated how to say that she could still give me enemas and discipline. She pulled her hands from mine and caressed my face. "I know what you mean, Rick - at least I think I do. I won't say yes right away, as I need some time to think about it. But I do want you to stay at least a week past the end of your term, to help me with a few things. I will communicate my decision during that time. On the last day of my term, Governess Clarissa gave me enemas, but no spanking. That night, just past midnight, I was awakened by Governess Clarissa. She had come into my room and she gently shook me awake. I started to ask if something was wrong. "Shhhh! Get up and come with me." She took my hand and pulled me out of bed. She was fully dressed; I was naked. She led me to her room, which I had never been in before. It was a spacious bedroom, very nicely furnished. She stopped, turned to face me, and stated, "As of now, you are no longer in my care as you were before. You are not required to call me 'Governess' any longer, though you may if you choose. I have thought about your offer to stay, and these are the conditions: I will discipline you, sometimes very severely, purely for my pleasure. From time to time I will extend your limits of endurance. I will use you in different ways to give me pleasure. You must, as far as you are able, submit to my demands. Just as I instructed Shandra, I will balance your discipline by at least an equal amount of pleasure for you... If you accept those terms, kiss me on the lips." She stood passively still. I will always remember how my hands grasped her head, how I drew near for a kiss, and how I passionately and lengthily kissed her on the mouth. She responded in kind, and we stood for several minutes, our mouths locked together. She finally broke away, and told me to get in bed, and she removed all her clothes. She turned off the lights and crawled into bed. We embraced again, front to front, mouth on mouth. A few moments later she guided my raging erection into her creamy womanhood. I slowly and thoroughly probed and plowed her, recklessly and hungrily kissing her. Her moans and gasps were exquisitely arousing to me. A few minutes of this, and I felt the tingling of approaching inevitability. I pumped harder, and as I started to spurt uncontrollably I exclaimed, "Oh! Governess!" Part 2 I spent my first night with Clarissa exploring her body, in her arms, and in hungry intercourse. She did not conceal her appetite for sexual satisfaction, and I tasted her lips, her pussy, and her feet. I probed her vagina with tongue, fingers, and cock. I explored the insides of her mouth as she willingly lay back with her lips well apart. She handled me all over; grasped me firmly, and palpated my testicles. We were new lovers. In the months that followed she was true to her word about using me for her pleasure, and sometimes very severely. She began by increasing the volume of the enemas she gave, and required me to retain them longer. She administered enemas more often, up to three times a week. She used a very thick nozzle - it was curved like a douche nozzle except that it was huge. I began to enjoy the sensation of the liquid coursing into my back way. She enjoyed my groans as the liquid penetrated and filled me up. Sometimes during retention she manipulated my testicles with her slender fingers; other times she was satisfied to stand there with her arms folded and passively look on as I struggled and occasionally pounded the floor with my hands as the ever-increasing volume of soapsuds solution intruded into me. During the first week we were lovers, she introduced me to taking her strap-on after my enemas. She smiled broadly as she stepped into the harness and fastened it around her hips. Then I lay face down over some firm pillows on the bed, with my legs well apart. I sighed contentedly when she lightly stroked my raging erection and testicles, then generously lubricated me with her finger. I knew the moment of penetration was near when she spread my nether cheeks apart. Clarissa giggled at my loud raucous groan when she penetrated me and slid her strap-on probe slowly and steadily in until it was up to the hilt. She stayed there a moment and wiggled her hips. The sensation of the probe pressing against my prostate reminded me of the prostate massages that Shandra gave me. She fucked me, although fairly gently, for several minutes the first time. She said that I would get accustomed to it quickly and that soon she could let go and fuck me more exuberantly within a week. Clarissa often tied my hands in front of me when she took me with the strap-on. When this happened she bound my hands well apart. After she lubricated me, I felt her hands spread me apart, and she entered me. Then, with her hands firmly grasping my hips, she fucked, and fucked, and fucked. I moaned and yelled, which only whetted her appetite. Often she rode me until she climaxed. Afterward she always offered her pussy to me and we participated in the exquisite dance of intercourse on her bed. Clarissa kept my bottom almost constantly sore from spankings. There was the usual paddling, in which I would bend over her desk and offer her my ass for her pleasure. Occasionally, however, she wanted to extend my limits of endurance. This was always a very lengthy session. In the first such session to extend my limits, she waited until all the soreness was gone from the previous spanking. Then she announced a day in advance her intention to administer such a session. I got my enemas, as usual. Then, since the session was to be especially severe, she bound me to a specially built structure. The structure was like a punishment bench that had a padded cylindrical portion which caused my hips to stick out to the rear. First she bound my ankles and knees to the bench, so that they were vertical. Then she adjusted the padded cylindrical structure so that my hips were pushed back about a foot. Then she bound my wrists as far as I could reach forward. In this position, my buttocks were very nicely presented to Clarissa, and I had very little freedom of movement. Before she administered discipline, she always took me with the strap-on when I was bound in this manner. She fucked me long and hard. Then the work began of extending my limits of endurance. Typically she started with the paddle, and gave about twenty to thirty burning swats. At that point my buttocks were tender, hot, and sensitive. Then she followed with an interminable strapping. She used either a two-tailed tawse, a doubled-up leather belt, or the punishment strap with a wooden handle. The leather really bit into me, since the paddle had tenderized my skin prior to that. She leisurely and dispassionately wielded the strap with full, energetic strokes, and strapped me well beyond the point where my shouts filled the room, and well beyond what I thought I could endure. After the thorough and lengthy leathering of my buttocks, Clarissa waited a few moments and retrieved a supple switch from the vase where they had been soaking in brine for a few days. Briskly, and paying no attention to my strident outcries and supplication, she whipped me with the switch until it was nearly worn out. After Clarissa released me from the punishment structure she led me to her bed and massaged me while I relaxed. Since she was seething with sexual passion from having administered very severe discipline, the lengthy massage ended up with a spurting ejaculation inside her after I satisfied her orally. For the week or so following one of those sessions, I was free to take her whenever I wanted, and with the exception of administering discipline to her, however I wanted. I always took advantage of those times, having her wear dresses and go without panties almost all the time. Some days I teased her by probing her pussy with a raging hard cock several times during the day, without allowing release for either of us. I explored the delights of her mouth, having her slowly, leisurely, and sensuously taking me to heights of pleasure before I spurted into her throat. I also let her take me with her strap-on. After my enemas I lay prone on the bed, on my tummy, and offered my ass to her. She generously lubricated me and the probe, and insatiably ravished me until she had climaxed several times. Then as she lay on the bed exhausted, I removed her harness and kissed her, slowly and passionately. With my mouth locked on hers, I entered her. Over the next hour I slowly and deliberately pumped her pussy, with my lips pressed against hers much of the time. Finally I felt the tingling sensation of my forthcoming orgasm. I let it engulf me, and as the feeling spread throughout my body the paroxysms of ejaculation gripped me. I yielded to it, and profusely and uncontrollably spurted within her. After about four months into our affair, Clarissa announced that she had unexpectedly seen Shandra, and that my former lover would be paying a visit later that day. I asked Clarissa to wear a short dress without panties, and she giggled as she agreed. The look on Shandra's face was precious when she came over and saw that I was there. After some light conversation Shandra said that she should be going, whereupon Clarissa told her to stay and listen. "I know why you wanted to come over even though you didn't say," Clarissa stated. "You have no doubt been through a couple of relationships since you left here, and they didn't measure up to what you were accustomed to with your then lover." Shandra's expression showed that Clarissa was exactly correct. "Rick was deeply hurt when you did not keep in touch with him as you said you would when you left," she continued. "It took some subtle and creative maneuvers on my part to bring him out of his obsessive thinking about you. Although I always thought that you two would be very compatible, there are some important ways that you are not mature enough for that to happen. You should know that Rick and I are lovers now - we are in a relationship where I use him for my pleasure - and I give him pleasure in return, abundantly. He has seen a side of me that I never showed to you." Clarissa went on to describe the ways that she uses me. She described the sessions where she extends my limits of endurance, and emphasized the necessity for the governess to be intimately and lovingly tuned in to the recipient of her attentions. Shandra sat with a shocked expression on her face, and Clarissa continued. She subtly opened her legs as she spoke. "I am taking a sabbatical from being a professional governess. When I go back to doing that, I couldn't very well have the same kind of relationship with Rick that I'm enjoying now. Back to why you're here. You wanted to see about getting back together with him. But you've still got some growing to do. I have an invitation for you. If you want to go through a period of training such as what I'm doing with Rick, I am willing to do that. I must have your solid commitment to go through with it." Shandra stammered, "What - how, what will you be doing ...?" "I will use you for my pleasure, as I do with Rick. In doing so I will teach you how to give and receive exquisite pleasure. You will have to go through intense self-discipline training. I will extend your limits, as I have done with Rick. You will also administer discipline and pleasure to Rick. But you must submit to me, always." Clarissa stood up before continuing. "When Rick decided to stay, I told him to signify his acceptance of my terms by kissing me on the lips. I'll tell you the same thing - if you want to experience dominance, submission, and pleasure in a way you never thought possible, and you accept my terms, kiss me on the lips." Clarissa stood passively and silently while Shandra struggled with herself. After a few moments Shandra stood up and slowly inched her way toward Clarissa until she was directly in front of her. She gingerly leaned her head forward and brought her lips to Clarissa's, and pressed forward. For about ten seconds, their lips touched. Clarissa informed Shandra that she needed to be prepared to at least spend weekends here, and possibly one or two nights during the week as well. She also decided that when either one of us is to receive her disciplinary attentions, she wants both of us to be there, without any clothing. Since the next day was Saturday, Shandra was to return this evening with her things for the weekend. She also announced that the next day's session would be to extend my limits of endurance. That night Clarissa was especially responsive sexually, and we had a refreshing sleep afterward. On Saturday Clarissa announced that she would give Shandra enemas and a spanking before she did my session, and told us to go upstairs and remove all clothing. Shandra, of course, was to present herself for enemas. Since it had been several months since she experienced discipline (and enemas) from Clarissa, she had a hard time taking the first of two enemas. I looked on with a firm boner at the spectacle of Shandra's exclamations and writhing as she struggled to take and retain her enema. The second one was easier. Afterward, Clarissa told Shandra to bend over and lean across the desk. Then to Shandra's surprise, Clarissa undressed completely. "Before I paddle you I'm going to take you with a strap-on. You will no doubt be using one and you must experience it first. Rick, please lubricate her as I do to you." That told me that Shandra was going to take the strap-on in the tail end, not in her pussy. Clarissa made sure that Shandra saw her stepping into the harness and tightening it up, and the thick gel probe. Shandra squirmed as I packed the thick lubricant inside her. Then I lubricated Clarissa's probe. Soon enough, Clarissa spread Shandra's nether cheeks. She jutted the first inch of the probe inward, and Shandra exclaimed, "Ahhhhhh!" Clarissa stayed there a minute so that the bent-over girl would get accustomed to the intrusion. "I'm going to go in all the way now, Shandra," Clarissa stated, and then very slowly but steadily pressed in up to the hilt. "OH! AUHH-WAHAA-EEYOWAWWWOW-AHHH-AUUUUGH-OH-OWWW-WHOAAAA!" Clarissa smiled and pumped with long slow strokes. "UHH! AHHH! OHH! OH-WOWWW! OOHH! WHOAAA! AUUGH!" This erotic spectacle was over in a couple of minutes, and Clarissa stepped out of her strap-on harness. "Now I'm going to paddle you, dear. Remember to stay in position." The sting of the paddle on bare skin should never be underestimated. After about two or three swats, the paddle imparts a most urgent sensation to the recipient, who truly does not know, from one stroke to the next, if she can stay put. Whack! Whack! Whack! "AHHH!" Whack! "OHH!" Whack! "AHHH-AHHH!" The litany of Shandra's paddling went on like this for twenty strokes. Her hips twisted, she kicked her legs and wiggled her buttocks until it was over. Then I took my enemas. Shandra was impressed by the huge nozzle that Clarissa used on me, and the larger volume of enema than she had seen administered before. She was no doubt aroused by my choked wordless indications of my struggle to retain the soapsuds enema. Then came the second enema, after which I got cleaned up and presented myself to Clarissa. "I'm not going to bind you today," Clarissa announced. "I want you to take all your discipline without the benefit of being tied to the structure. Bend over the desk, and I will first take you with my strap-on. Shandra, come over here and you can watch." I presented myself, bent over, and Clarissa demonstrated the lubricating ritual prior to penetration. She emphasized that the administrator must pull out frequently and re-lubricate. Then she thoroughly fucked me as Shandra looked on. The fucking went on and on, and as I squirmed I heard Shandra say, "Oh my gosh!" several times while Clarissa pumped me. Clarissa instructed, "Shandra, go around in front of him and try to keep him from getting out of position. Give him encouragement, hold on to him, anything. If he gets out of position, I'm going to give both of you a good thrashing! Get ready for the paddle, Rick!" The only way to prepare for a bare bottom paddling is to resolve to do everything in your power to stay in position. The first few swats were painful, but the ones that followed really got a reaction from me. Shandra had placed her hands lightly on my shoulders, in preparation for holding me down if she judged that she needed to. I didn't count the strokes, but I must have gotten around 25 good hot swats with Clarissa's paddle. As Clarissa fetched the leather strap, Shandra whispered, "Rick - you can do it, darling." Clarissa commenced the leathering, and the strap bit into my already paddled bottom. Every time it snapped against my bare skin, it left a hot stripe where it contacted. She kept going, interminably. I shouted; I begged her to stop; I pleaded and pleaded. She kept going. Shandra pressed down on my shoulders and whispered endearing encouragements. At long last, Clarissa ceased the strapping. Shandra remarked, "That was quite an ordeal for you." "We're not finished yet," Clarissa said, and drew a switch from the brine vase. "Oh my gosh!" Shandra exclaimed. I tried to get out of any further discipline. "No, Clarissa! Please, no more! Please!" I felt as though I had already been pressed beyond my limits. Shandra pressed hard on my shoulders and pushed until my chest was against the desk surface. "Hold on to me, honey," she said, and I grasped her naked hips. Clarissa tickled the switch on my naked buttocks for a moment before she drew it back and whipped it against me. "Ahhhhhh!" I exclaimed, and kicked my legs as Shandra pressed harder. A couple of seconds later the switch struck again. "Owwww!" I squirmed and dug my fingers into Shandra's hips. Clarissa kept on like that, and briskly switched me with energetic strokes, while I squirmed, danced, and yelled. The naked Shandra pressed harder and desperately held me in place. Finally the switch broke, and Clarissa announced an end to the session. "He's yours for a week," Clarissa announced to Shandra. "Take good care of him." Shandra had never seen a session as severe as the one that just took place, and she indeed took care of me. Freely addressing me as "honey" and "darling", she massaged me and soothed my well punished bottom. She could not deny that she was intensely aroused, and when I got some of my energy back, I brought her to climax with my mouth. Her pussy still had the musky flavor and scent that I recalled from our past adventures. During the night I went to sleep face down, next to Shandra. One of the times I awoke, she hoarsely whispered, "Rick - get on top of me - I want you inside me." The feel of her body aroused me in short order, and I entered her. I plowed and probed, and with my face next to hers, emptied a healthy ejaculation, along with the day's tensions, into her pussy, and went to sleep in her arms. A few days later Shandra gave me some enemas, using the huge douche-style nozzle, under Clarissa's supervision, after which she received instruction on how to use a strap-on. They took turns fucking me, and I knew from her reaction that Shandra would be frequently using me in that manner. I got a thorough drilling from each of them that day, followed by an enjoyable romp with Shandra. A couple of days later Shandra gave me a series of enemas. That night she donned a strap-on and insatiably fucked me. She made no effort to conceal her lusty exclamations of pleasure as she took me, her hands firmly grasping my hips. My raucous reactions to Shandra's plunging and thrusting must have reverberated through the house, and I'm sure that Clarissa heard every word. When she was finished, she removed the strap-on harness; I pried her legs apart and entered her. I plowed and probed, and several minutes later spewed forth a generous serving of semen inside her. A little over a week after my severe session to extend my limits, Clarissa sent Shandra and me upstairs to prepare for a session with her. When Shandra and I had removed our clothes, Clarissa came in and announced, "It's enema time - you first, Shandra." After we had our enemas and cleaned up, Clarissa stripped and donned a strap-on. Then she produced a ball gag with breathing holes, and told Shandra to open up. I was intensely aroused at the sight of the naked Shandra with her mouth spread wide, and her lips tightly hugging the large ball gag. Clarissa had me assume the position over the punishment structure and bound me to it. My hips were presented in such a way that my bottom was prominently and conveniently presented for use. She handed the paddle to the gagged Shandra and told her, "Give him a good paddling." While Clarissa stood in front of me and watched, Shandra paddled me with smart brisk strokes. She paddled and paddled and paddled while I struggled at my bindings and begged Clarissa to make it stop. Oh, how I wanted it to stop! Clarissa permitted the paddling to go on and on. It had progressed well beyond fifty strokes before she said, "That's enough, Shandra." She stepped behind me and spread my blazing cheeks to lubricate me for her strap-on. "Ahh-ahhhhhhh!" I exclaimed when Clarissa penetrated me and drove the probe all the way in. Then she fucked me until she climaxed. I saw that Shandra was aroused from administering a lengthy paddling and watching me get a thorough drilling from Clarissa. "Okay, my dear," Clarissa said to the gagged Shandra after she released me from my bindings, "it's your turn now. Present yourself and I'll bind you in place." Clarissa, after binding Shandra to the structure, gave her a brisk paddling. She delivered about thirty five strokes, to the accompaniment of urgent wordless sounds of distress. I, of course, became erect seeing Shandra's bared bottom turn bright red. Clarissa handed me the lubricant and told me to get Shandra ready for the strap-on. Shandra made some incoherent sounds as I packed the lubricant back there. Then I watched as Clarissa, her hands firmly grasping the hips of the bound female, pumped in and out. She varied the timing and the energy of the thrusts as she fucked, and subjected Shandra to several minutes of probing. Then she withdrew and, seeing my erect state, said, "Now you can fuck her." I parted Shandra's pouty vaginal lips and Clarissa interrupted, "No - the other hole." An incoherent protest immediately emanated from the bound and gagged Shandra. I spread her paddled cheeks and placed the tip of my raging hard-on against the entrance that had been used by the strap-on. Another protest: "Uhhhhyaaaugh!" Then I nudged inward and penetrated her about an inch. "Aaaaughyaa!" I slowly worked in and out until I was in to the hilt. Clarissa suggested that I re-lubricate Shandra, and I pulled out. After packing more lubricant back there, I re-entered her. She emitted more sounds as I journeyed further in. Her sounds became more contented sounding as she realized that my erection was more pliant and flexible than Clarissa's gel probe. I took long steady strokes for a few moments. Then I reached around with one hand and stroked her labia and clitoris while I pumped. Her protests turned to moans of pleasure and she climaxed in short order. I felt the buildup of my impending orgasm, which I delayed as long as possible while keeping the rhythm of my pumping. Finally it overtook me and I bucked like a wild horse as I spurted inside Shandra. She told me later that she felt my cock hardening and expanding before my ejaculation, and that she even felt the jets of semen as they were propelled into her. She added, to my pleasant surprise, that she wanted me to take her that way more often, and that she would never have considered it on her own. Clarissa mentioned that she would be claiming me for the week, and that Shandra would sleep alone for that time. Shandra appeared disappointed and frustrated with that situation. "You were gentle with her," Clarissa told me that night as she undressed. "I know she's disappointed because I'm claiming you now, but trust me - she'll be all the more eager for you to repeat today's performance when she does have you next. Now, having seen you work on her, I know I can trust you. Here's the lubricant. Take me - now!" She lay face down over some pillows on the bed. Seeing her like that was enough to bring on an erection. She sighed with contentment when I inserted a lubricated finger and wiggled it inside her. I repeated the action, making sure she got a generous supply, and then I lubricated my now-raging erection. She reached back and spread her own cheeks and I nestled up to her, and penetrated a couple inches. Another sensuous moan from her. I gently pumped, going in further each time, and her moans became louder. When I was in all the way, I lay on top of her and steadily pumped, using the longest strokes possible. "Clarissa - that feels so good!" I said. "Mmmmmm - yes, it does. I love it!" she responded. I was able to last a fairly long time since Shandra had drained me earlier that day. The feel of Clarissa's sensuous body and her reactions eventually coaxed forth an intense ejaculation, and I thrashed about while spurting inside her. A while later, with my mouth on her pussy, I saw her through several orgasms before we slept. About a week later I found out that Clarissa was right - when I spent a few days with Shandra she had me take her in the tail several times. She, of course, took me with the strap-on whenever she could, and I orally serviced her pussy several times a day. A week or so later there was an interesting twist to a session. One of Clarissa's friends, who she called Jinny, participated. She was a petite woman with Oriental features and a commanding voice. Jinny administered the enemas. She loved the big, thick nozzle. The enemas went in without any pauses, as was usual. She liked to use a somewhat faster flow than we were accustomed to, which resulted in a greater struggle for the recipients, in addition to some most urgent protests. When Shandra and I had taken our enemas and had cleaned up we were led downstairs and told to lie face down next to each other on Clarissa's bed, with firm pillows under us to raise our hips. Clarissa and Jinny, each with a leather strap in hand, proceeded to thoroughly redden our backsides. Clarissa leathered Shandra, and Jinny administered to me. As soon as one of the ladies administered a stroke, the other one immediately followed. The result was an interesting collage of sounds - the biting leather and the almost concurrent shouts and vocal reactions from both Shandra and me. I have to admit that I was more than a little aroused hearing Shandra's sexy nasal voice reacting to her strapping. When our bottoms had been thoroughly reddened, the strapping stopped, and both Clarissa and Jinny stripped and donned strap-on harnesses with gel probes. After packing considerable lubricant inside us, they each plunged in, Jinny doing Shandra, and Clarissa entering me. The chorus of vocal reaction from me and from Shandra must have been at the same time entertaining and arousing to the two governesses. The concurrent sounds from Shandra and me - "Uuuuuuh! Ooooh! OH! Ahhh! Unnnnh! Whooooooah! Uhh! Uhh! Ohh! Ahh! OH! UHHH!" - obviously whetted their sensual appetites, as the fucking from our governesses became more fast-paced and frenzied. They climaxed within a minute of one another. That afternoon Clarissa and Jinny undressed and lay side by side on the large bed with their legs spread, and had Shandra and me satisfy them orally. It was apparently Shandra's first time orally servicing another woman, and she got to do Clarissa. I thoroughly enjoyed the taste and scent of Jinny's pussy and cream, and brought her off twice in the half hour of servitude. Clarissa asked Jinny to spend a couple of nights there, and enticed her with the thought that each of the governesses could have one of us for the night, and swap the next night. Jinny immediately agreed, and said that she wanted Shandra first. Clarissa assented, and then suggested that we all take a nap to get rested for the nocturnal adventures ahead. After a late dinner, Shandra led Jinny to her bedroom. After Clarissa and I got in bed, I suggested that we spend the night in the room next to Shandra's so that we could get an idea of what was going on. She liked the idea and got her strap-on and other equipment together and we settled in next to Shandra's room. As Clarissa was teasing my erect member we heard moans that sounded like Jinny's voice, and I gathered that she was being pleasured by Shandra. The sounds from the next room soon turned to orgasmic moans. Clarissa had me orally service her to orgasm after Jinny quieted down. A short while later we heard Shandra's voice. She was uttering contented sounds of "Oh... Oh... Oh... Ahhh... Yes... Oh-Yes!" and the like. She was no doubt being taken with Jinny's strap-on, probably in the pussy. After Shandra's obvious climax, I entered Clarissa and held her close. While slowly plowing her pussy, Shandra's voice again wafted from the next room: "No... No, please! (unintelligible phrase from Jinny) UH! OH! OH! UNHH! OWW! OH! AHHH! OOOOH!" She was probably experiencing the strap-on in her tail end. After a short while of this, the mental picture of Jinny insatiably fucking Shandra in the ass sent me over the edge and I filled Clarissa's vaginal basket as I ejaculated forth. We slept some and after a couple hours Clarissa nudged me awake. She had me turn over face down; she put on the strap-on harness and probe, and gave me a good fucking. After she climaxed we went back to sleep until morning. That afternoon Shandra and I got another series of enemas from Jinny. Evening came and Clarissa, with Shandra in tow, went to her bedroom, and Jinny, with her collection of equipment, accompanied me to mine. She stood proudly as I gently removed her clothes, and then I removed mine. She reclined on the bed and wordlessly guided my face between her legs, and I tasted her sweet nectar until she climaxed. Then she had me lie on the floor while she straddled my face for another oral romp. I saw her put on her strap-on. Then she had me get on the bed and lie face down. After lubricating me, she thoroughly fucked me while I squirmed and groaned, and then we went to sleep. A couple hours later I orally serviced her to orgasm and she fucked me again with the strap-on. Another two hours of sleep and we repeated the scene, except that she fucked me long, hard, and deep. I liked the way she handled my testicles and boner during her relentless pumping. Afterward I turned over, aching for relief, and she inserted my throbbing erection inside her pussy and lay on top of me in a full-body position. She pumped her hips slowly, probably to make sure I didn't pop off right away. After a long period of this stimulation I felt the approach of the inevitable, and spurted wildly as an incredible orgasm wracked me. Jinny kept on with her steady pumping throughout my ejaculation. I stayed inside her and we both drifted to sleep until morning. The following weekend, Clarissa informed us that she was going to extend Shandra's limits the next day. Shandra was quite nervous about it that night, after seeing what I went through a few weeks previously. When the time came, we both went to the administration room and got undressed. Clarissa came upstairs and gave us our enemas - I was first, and she subtly increased the amount and the flow rate, causing me to be quite vocal in my reaction. Shandra, too, struggled (and protested) mightily in response to the thorough cleansing. Clarissa fastened me to the structure, as I was to get a spanking from her first. This was not my day for an extended limits session, although it was still quite severe. After I was bound so that I could scarcely move, Clarissa undressed and took me with the strap-on while Shandra, all the while dreading her part of the session, observed. The thoroughness with which she pumped me was an indication of her arousal. She gave me a good paddling, administering hard, brisk strokes. Unable to do anything except take the strokes, I reacted in a predictable manner - my shouts filled the room. Then it was Shandra's turn. Clarissa fastened her in place, drawing the bindings fairly tight. Her tail end was nicely presented for whatever Clarissa's plans were, which became apparent soon enough. Shandra groaned as Clarissa penetrated her in the tail end with the strap-on probe. She took as thorough a fucking as I did, and maybe more so, signifying that Clarissa's arousal was at a high level. The short punctuated "UH!" sounds coming from the bound young woman as she repeatedly took the full length of the strap-on intrusion, had a stimulatingly erotic effect on me. Afterward, the moment arrived that Shandra had truly been dreading. Clarissa picked up the sturdy paddle and made a point of having Shandra see it in her hands. Then it began. Clarissa delivered forceful swats to the buttocks of the bound Shandra. She cried out with each stroke, at first more from fear than the pain. After a few strokes, her outcries were definitely a reaction to the hot sensation of the paddle striking bare skin. Thirty strokes she took before Clarissa went to the next phase. She retrieved a tawse, walked in front of Shandra, and displayed it prominently. She touched it, handled it, and whisked it through the air. Then she slowly took her administering position and commenced a thorough strapping of Shandra's nude reddened bottom. She strapped leisurely and forcefully while Shandra's shouts reverberated throughout the room. The bound female struggled in any way she could, which was limited. "Ahhhh! ... Governess, NO! ... Ohhh! ... Oh, PLEASE, Governess! .. Ahaaaaa! ... Please stop! ... No more, no more, PLEASE! ... I can't ... No, NO, NOOOO!" Shandra's outcries did nothing to ameliorate the extended discipline from her governess. Her bright red buttocks progressively bore the imprints of the tawse as Clarissa inexorably strapped, and strapped, and strapped! The scene captivated me. The authority with which Governess controlled Shandra, combined with the most severe discipline the bound girl had ever received, aroused me at the same time that it was somewhat unsettling. At long last, Governess stopped wielding the strap, and put it down. She paced around the room for a few moments while Shandra's sexy nasal voice pleaded for an end to the session. "You're doing well, my pet," Clarissa said, tenderly running her fingers through the bound girl's hair. "Now for the frosting on the cake." Shandra knew what this meant - a switching on top of the paddling and extended strapping. "NO... NO! Governess, I can't take any more! Please, Governess! No more! No..." Clarissa pulled a switch from the vase, whipped it through the air a few times to shake off the salt water it had been soaking in, and took her position. She whipped briskly. Crimson lines rapidly appeared on Shandra's squirming bottom as her voice filled the room. Long and short, thick and thin lines. By the time the switch was worn out, Shandra had truly been pressed to the limits of her endurance. Her intense struggle to deal with and mitigate the amazingly intense sensations of the switch she felt was erotic at the same time that I felt for her. She would come to realize that future sessions to extend her limits would likely be more severe than this one. I took Shandra downstairs to her room and did my best to soothe her punished bottom. She wanted to sleep, so I left her alone. I spent that night with Clarissa. She was aroused; her eyes were bright and excited - and her pussy was wet and creamy. I slid in easily and filled her with my own hardness. "You're thinking of this afternoon, aren't you?" I asked while slowly pumping in and out. "I get so hot doing that!" "I know." I continued pumping and her hips moved too. "Admit it," she said, "you got hot seeing that girl get it. Up till then you'd been on the receiving end - but now you got to see her get it." I thrust harder, and Clarissa moaned. She continued. "After I warmed YOUR bottom good, you were all the more excited when I started in on her!" "Clarissa -" "And you were captivated by the strap, weren't you? Seeing me give it to her again and again and again!" "Clarissa, I'm -" "And then the switch. You liked seeing her get it and me give it! She's given YOU the switch, now you got to see her get it. That really turned you on, didn't it?" Her excited eyes, the words she was saying, and the way her body responded to my plowing her pussy, sent me across the finish line. "Oh God, Clarissa! Aaaaaugh...." She giggled, and I plowed hard and spurted into her pussy. ... Over the following months Clarissa put Shandra through an incredible amount of discipline, and also taught her the finer points of being a governess and giving pleasure. Many times I watched while Shandra's mouth slurpily licked and sucked on Clarissa's pussy. I saw (and heard) Shandra beg for mercy as Clarissa took her with the strap-on, and then extended her limits. Clarissa, of course, also kept my bottom almost constantly sore during that time (frequently allowing Shandra to severely discipline me), and Shandra enthusiastically used me for her pleasure with the strap-on, and had me use my mouth on her pubic area. And then there were the nights. The nights I spent with one or the other of them, wrapped in their arms, in full body contact, tenderly kissing their lips or labia, steeped in their affection. Those mystical nights, when I penetrated the sweet portal between their hips, while their vaginal womanhood caressed and tenderly embraced my meaty erection. The long, slow, thrusting, the soft moans leading to a crescendo of deep excited breaths. Feminine gasps of orgasm, then my exclamations as I writhed uncontrollably, pumping spurt after spurt into my excited lover. Some of those nights, though, I was face down on the bed, or bent over the edge of the bed, taking my lover's strap-on. I was the one moaning and exclaiming then. Clarissa or Shandra plowed and pumped, insatiably and interminably. They whispered words of encouragement as I writhed and wiggled under them. A few times both women were in the bedroom, one of them thoroughly pumping me with the strap-on while I had my mouth between the other's legs. The strap-on play, of course, followed the administration of enemas. Shandra's enemas were a little different from Clarissa's. Both women filled me up without pausing the flow. Clarissa's technique was relentless in a clinical manner. Shandra made them sensuous, even when the solution firmly coursed into me and I begged her to stop. They never stopped. I always, always, took the full measure of the enema, much to their pleasure and arousal. As Shandra became more adept at taking discipline and giving pleasure, Clarissa allowed her ever greater latitude in her interaction with me. During the week, when Shandra was away, Clarissa gradually decreased the discipline and enemas that she gave me, and concentrated on intensifying and prolonging orgasm for both of us, more through mental means than purely physical. She said that she took great pleasure in listening to the sounds coming from the administration room or the bedroom when Shandra and I were engaged in discipline or sexual sessions. It aroused her no end to hear me begging Shandra to stop the enema as it relentlessly pushed, knowing that she wouldn't. She pleasured herself repeatedly when Shandra wielded the paddle, strap, or switch, as I exclaimed, begged, and performed the dance of discipline. I didn't know where all this was leading until several weeks later. Clarissa announced to us that she decided to be a governess again, and that as long as she did that, she would not have the time to regularly give to a lover. I needed to find another place to live. Clarissa assured us that although she would be seeing a lot less of us, this was not an end to the relationship she had with Shandra and me. She gave us two months advance notice so that we had ample time to decide what to do. Shandra and I talked it over and she suggested that we find a place to live where the sound from our sessions would not be a factor, and Clarissa helped us find exactly such a place. We also established ground rules for our relationship. Our last night at Clarissa's was memorable. Shandra and I spent the night with Clarissa in her bed, and repeatedly pleasured her. On the first day that we lived in our new place, Shandra gave me a discipline session. We agreed that I was to address her as "Governess" only during such sessions. First she gave me two enemas. Then she sat spread-legged while I orally satisfied her over more than one orgasm. This was followed by a severe paddling, during which I begged her several times (calling her Governess) to stop. Later I was on my tummy, moaning from taking her strap-on. She fucked me thoroughly and enthusiastically, after which we spent much of the night in sweet intercourse. Clarissa came over the next weekend with her "toys", and put Shandra and me through the paces. Two enemas each. Then she tied us together, front to front, and walked around us while wielding the strap between our waist and knees. When we were thoroughly reddened, we lay face down on the bed, side by side, with pillows to raise our hips. Clarissa fucked us silly with her strap-on. I was greatly aroused from feeling Shandra's movements on the bed and hearing her voice as she was taken in the tail end. She, no doubt, was aroused from my reaction when Clarissa fucked me and fucked me. Following that episode, Clarissa lay on the bed with her legs wide apart and had each of us in turn service her orally, and then she left. Then I ravished Shandra. Over the next several weeks Shandra gave me some severe discipline sessions, followed by giving exquisite pleasure. In turn, I showed her some of the techniques that Clarissa taught me about increasing and sustaining pleasure. I always looked forward to those sessions - a slow and leisurely climb to the stratosphere of sexual arousal, followed by motionless intimate contact, completely nonverbal, with my hard member inside her, our lips gently touching, our affection for each other saturating our beings from the center of the hips outward. After considerable time in this position, a sensation I can only describe as a tingling vibration emanates from Shandra's insides; Her breathing gradually deepens over a few moments and then she throws her head back and practically screams as her orgasm grips her. About the same time a wrenching climax overtakes me, and I hang on as I have what I call a full-body ejaculation. I feel as though every part of my body is having an orgasm, and my cock pulses, twitches and squirms inside Shandra as she drains me of my reserve of semen and welcomes all of it into her body. Shandra is no longer the insolent girl that she was when I met her. Her extensive discipline that she received from Clarissa, along with her willingness to undergo that training, has turned her into an emotionally mature woman who can give and receive pleasure. After she experiences exquisite pleasure from giving me a severe session, she is almost submissive. She sensuously surrenders herself, and in so doing, experiences further pleasure while giving it. I feel her silky smooth skin, I taste her lips and labia. She gives me a come-fuck-me-silly look and I enter her body and feel her internal muscles caress my engorged erection. After a while I can no longer hold back from the increasing stimulation and I feel the ecstatic pulsing and spurting of my ejaculation as she hoarsely whispers endearments. ----- This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use is prohibited without permission. Archiving and reposting of this story unmodified is permitted provided that no fee is charged, either directly or indirectly (including so-called "adult checks") and provided that this disclaimer and attribution to the original author (rick_oh at onolanke.router5.com) are maintained. Please see my other stories at /~rick_oh/