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.


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