======= Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Story: (FF/m - sp; en) Ms. Sherry - pt 1 From: an113687@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 25 Jun 1995 09:00:08 UTC Mistress Sherry's Specialty Introduction =========== As I always did when I got home, I went to the answering machine. There were 3 messages that evening: the first two were people selling things. The third, however, was from Cynthia, the dominant mistress with whom I lived and the woman I had served for over 2 years. I was completely her slave, sexually and otherwise. She had been away on a business trip for the past 4 days. "Sorry I missed you, Bill. I'm not coming back tomorrow after all. This deal is going well, and if I stay a while longer I may be able to wrap it up immediately instead of coming back again next month. I'll let you know when I'm coming home, but it probably won't be for a few days. Meanwhile, continue all of the things I asked you to do around the house. Also, a friend of mine has opened an exercise center, and I told her that you'd certainly want to sign up. The membership fee is $200, and I've made an appointment for you to start tonight at 8:45. Sherry's Work Out at 27712 Verona. She's expecting you, and I'm sure that she can give you a good work out." I was a bit surprised at the message, especially since I didn't have a particularly bad body already. Cynthia wouldn't have allowed that. But as it was already 8:20 and I wouldn't think of disobeying her, I left immediately. Sherry's was in what appeared to be a converted motel just south of the interstate. I arrived promptly at 8:45, and a pretty young blonde girl behind the counter took my name, looked at a clip board, said I was expected and asked me to wait until Sherry was free. About 10 minutes later Sherry arrived and sat down. She was a very attractive black woman who carried herself with the confidence of the owner of the business. She asked for the fee and gave me a form to sign. The form asked for several physical details, and at the bottom had some legaleese that absolved the Center from liability if I got hurt misusing their equipment or for not following a counselor's instructions. I signed it. As soon as I handed the form back to her, she looked over at the girl behind the counter and said "Play the tape." "Hello Bill." I was surprised to hear Cynthia's voice. "I'm glad you obeyed me so well. While this is a normal exercise club during the day, in the evening Sherry does a bit more. Since you will have missed at least 2 of our play sessions by the time I get back, I've asked Sherry to spend some time to keep up your training. She and I have discussed the specifics. Obey her as you would me, or when I get back I'll make you wish you had." I suddenly realized that all of the customers had left by 9:00, and the counter girl had been locking the door and turning off the outside lights. I was alone with these two women who, while they certainly were very pretty, suddenly seemed very menacing and dominant as well. "Bill, take off all of your clothes immediately, and then come join us in the women's locker room. Don't speak unless spoken to. I am Mistress Sherry; this is Mistress Laureen. She's a new Mistress, and I'm going to use you as a demonstration aid in teaching her about punishing slaves." I did as I was told, and entered the locker room about 60 seconds later. Mistress Laureen immediately put a blindfold on me, took me to a corner and told me to stand facing it until I was told otherwise. It seemed that I stood there for hours. I heard them both take showers, and could occasionally catch phrases of the conversation. "...until he has bright red ass cheeks.....just keep pushing... and "...at least three times...". I was both terrified and fantastically curious about what was going to happen. Chapter 1: Warm-ups =================== My cock was already at attention when Mistress Laureen grabbed it and told me to follow her. I was still blindfolded, but she didn't lead me into anything or go too fast. Her iron grip gave me little choice, however. After she stopped, I was told to remove the blindfold, and after getting my focus was staring at the two women. They were dressed in black merry widows with push up tops that exposed their nipples and made them seem to beg for attention. They wore no panties but did have on black stockings held up by a garter belt. The effect was spectacular. They were seated facing each other with their legs alternatingly interlocked, forming a "double lap." They pulled me forward across it, spreading their legs momentarily so that my hard cock was caught between two. "To show you who's boss here, we're going to start you off with a spanking. Mistress Laureen will attend to your right ass cheek while I'll do the left," Mistress Sherry said. "Keep your hands behind your back and your feet in the air." Immediately I felt a sharp SMACK on my left cheek followed quickly by one on my right. Their rhythms were each irregular, though not especially fast, and a few times they struck simultaneously. After about 20 swats on each cheek my ass was really getting sore. "Please stop for a minute, Mistress," I begged. They seemed not to hear me and kept up the swatting. "Please !" Then without warning it stopped, and Mistress Sherry was squeezing my balls in a death grip. "I told you not to talk unless you were spoken to. If you forget that kind of order after only a little hand spanking, then you're in for a real lesson that will make you remember who's in charge here!" she scolded. "Stand up and bend over. Put your palms flat on this bench. Keep your knees straight and spread your feet." I scrambled to obey, started to apologize for speaking without permission, but thought better of opening my mouth again. "If you move at any time before we tell you to, you'll get extra of whatever you're getting when you move. Then we'll start over so you'll get it all again," she explained. While she was doing so, Mistress Laureen had been tweaking my nipples, making me gasp with pain. "Go ahead, Laureen. I'm going to make it harder for him to move while we really heat up his tail." While Mistress Laureen continued to tweak my nipples, Mistress Sherry pulled my cock back between my legs and tied a long leather thong around it. Next she took another and looped it around my balls, and then tied it around the bench I was bending down to. Finally, she took a third and tied it to the other bench, so that if I moved either direction my balls would be pulled. "Mistress Cynthia has told me how much this slave can take, and we're not even near his limits. Besides, tonight we're going to stretch those limits quite a bit. Laureen, why don't you start with 25 with the ruler. Remember to work the whole area, and especially that tender crease where the thighs join the hips." Mistress Sherry was obviously taking control and enjoying it. Thut! Thut! Thut!... The 25 strokes landed on my ass again setting it on fire. Mistress Laureen let a few seconds between each so that I really felt it before the next one hit. In all it probably took about 2-3 minutes. "Think that you'll hold your tongue until asked now, Billy ?" asked Mistress Sherry. "Yes Ma'am," I sobbed back. "Is you bottom hot little boy ?" asked Mistress Laureen . "Yes Ma'am," I answered. "Not as hot as it's going to get," added Mistress Sherry. "Let me show you this, Laureen." I felt something rubbing between my legs, in the space between the base of my cock and my asshole. Then it felt very warm, and then it started burning, almost as much as my bottom cheeks. "This is Icy Hot. We use it in the exercise room for sore muscles," she explained. "It's a different kind of hot than the spanking, but I think that giving a slave both is really interesting. Each makes the other seem worse, even though I didn't put them on the same place." That thought was just too much for me. "Please don't put them on the same place, Mistress. Please !" "This slave is still talking without being spoken to, Mistress Sherry. Should we remind him more ?" asked Mistress Laureen. "Absolutely," she answered. "And let's give him something to think about while we do." With that she put Icy Hot on each of my nipples, then clothes pins. She told me to bend over again, and said that this time she would do the spanking, and she would use a hairbrush. SPLAT!... SPLAT!... SPLAT!... SPLAT!... She spanked in fast groups of four, then let the heat sink in. It was awful, especially on my already blazing behind. After about two dozen she stopped and I heard them walk away. It was all I could do to maintain the position. A minute or two later I heard them come back, but I certainly had learned not to say a word. Mistress Sherry reached down and played with the nipple clamps, releasing them and putting them back on shifted 90 degrees. "Go ahead. Get it good and greasy." I heard her say. I had only a few seconds to wonder what she meant before I felt Mistress Laureen shoving her finger into my asshole. "Use at least two fingers, and ream it around all the way," Mistress Sherry encouraged her. I groaned a bit while this continued, but still said nothing. WHAP! "I think that finishing off this part of your punishment with a dozen from my paddle is just what you need," Mistress Sherry said. Before I could think another thought another WHAP! landed, and then holding on to the bench, gritting my teeth and taking it was all I could think of. At the end of the dozen she put the paddle on the bench right in front of my face. I was still gasping. I heard her say "Let's go get ready for his next phase," to Mistress Laureen and then walked away. Chapter 2: Mistress Sherry's Specialty ====================================== I stayed there recovering from the paddle pounding I had just taken for several minutes, and I guess I let my mind wander a bit. I didn't even hear Mistress Laureen walk back up behind me before I felt her hands on the leather thongs tied to my cock. I jerked in surprise. "Hold still while I untie you!" she demanded. Continuing a bit more conversationally, "Mistress Sherry can certainly swing a paddle, can't she. Your tail is still radiating heat, and I'll bet it feels sore for days." "Yes, Ma'am," I answered, not wanting to say anything that could in any way be anything but totally submissive. She had me stand up and blindfolded me again, then once again grabbed my cock and balls and used them as a leash to lead me to another room. My bare feet could feel the tile floor, and I knew I was in the showers. When she took the blindfold off Mistress Sherry started talking, but I missed the first few words as I saw hanging from one of the shower posts a bulging red enema bag with its red hose and black nozzle gleaming. I HATED ENEMAS. "... discussed with Mistress Cynthia, and she thinks that my using you to teach Mistress Laureen about punishment enemas is an excellent idea. They are, you know, a real specialty of mine. I've never had a slave be a behavior problem after I used enema discipline on him. Cynthia tells me that while she has occasionally given you an enema to humiliate you, she has never thoroughly cleaned you out, nor made the enemas themselves the punishments. Today that will be different. You will be given enemas that will be very difficult to hold. They will cause cramps that may even take away your breath for a few moments. You can be certain that they will do no lasting damage, as I have done this many times and will probably do it many more, sometimes to you. "Now the rules for you are very simple," she continued. "You will do everything that we tell you to do or your punishments will be increased. After you have been given an enema, you will retain it for as long as we tell you to. If you do not, then while holding the next one you will be spanked in proportion to the time you were short. However, it you are about to lose control, tell us, so that you can release it into the toilet. If you lose control in here, while the tile floor will make cleanup easy, you will get extra strokes. Besides, just think how embarrassing it would be for you to be blowing dirty enema water out of your asshole in front of two ladies like Mistress Laureen and me. "Now let's get started. Get up on the table. I won't tie you in position, but I want your wrists tied together so you can't get your hands in the way. Spread you knees apart, get your nose down and your bottom up." Through the last part of this she had been prodding me into the position she wanted me in and tying my hands together. I was on top of a plastic covered massage table with my asshole totally exposed and my cock (still at attention) and balls hanging freely. "Laureen, I'd like for you to handle the equipment. Billy, this first enema will be two quarts and you'll be expected to retain it for 5 minutes after it is all in. You may ask us to stop the flow going in one time, but your retention time will not start until it is in. For each minute short of 5 that you retain it, you'll get 10 hairbrush strokes during your next enema. Also, since the purpose of these enemas is to clean you out if you don't hold them the allotted time, it may require additional enemas. If you lose control before you get to the toilet you'll get an extra 20 strokes. Laureen, go ahead." The nozzle they were about to use on me was right in front of my face, and I couldn't help but stare at it. It was about eight inches long with a shaft about the diameter of a finger. At its end was a ball about the size of a golf ball, and there were seven holes at various positions on the end of the ball where the water came out. It was covered with vaseline (?), and I had no doubt where it was going in moments. I wondered if the ball would hurt going in... It did. Not really a lot, but Mistress Laureen placed it on my anus and just shoved it in without slowing down much. A few moments later I heard the "click" of the valve and felt the water filling my gut. It was really hot, and I gasped and moaned at the same time. "Now you can see the reaction that a hot soapy solution has, Laureen." Mistress Sherry was discussing me as if I were a lab animal. "While he probably feels that this is too hot, at 115 degrees it won't really hurt him in any lasting way. The hot water will, however, make the castile soap more effective. The solution will run further up into his bowels, relaxing his muscles and exposing more of the tissue to the soap solution. It takes a well trained recipient so hold one like this very long. Don't ever make them any hotter, though, or you might deaden the nerves inside the rectum. Then he might develop chronic constipation and require enemas just for normal functions. You want to keep them 'special'." I was beginning to feel like my gut was burning up. I had also started to sweat profusely from the hot water, and the soap had started to generate that loose bowels or diarrhea feeling. I didn't know how long I was going to be asked to retain this fluid, but I started hoping it wouldn't be too long, and composing my begging to be allowed to release it early without too much punishment. Suddenly, I heard a gurgling sound and realized that it must be all in. "Now to really get a cleansing enema to work to maximum effect, a vigorous massage of a slave's lower belly is a requirement," she instructed. "Watch how I do it, and then you try it. You don't need to hold on to the nozzle any more, it'll probably stay in by itself, or you can just pop it out if it gets in your way." Mistress Sherry started really working over my gut, and until I squeezed my asshole shut as tight as I could I thought I was going to blow the enema out right then. Just as I flexed my sphincter Mistress Laureen did "pop it out" and as I squeezed the hard plastic I thought I was bruising myself permanently. Mistress Sherry realized what had happened and just chuckled. "You timed that nicely, Laureen. Now see how I'm working over his belly to cause the enema to get into every nook and cranny of his colon ? You try it." Mistress Laureen did, and the torture continued, although a bit more gently. Suddenly, I knew that I only had a few seconds to get to the toilet. I clenched my asshole very tight and said "Please Mistress, I've got to go to the toilet so I don't make a mess here. Please!" I didn't wait for an answer, but jumped off the table and started... I didn't know where the toilet was! I turned around and looked them both, my face screwed up with the exertion of holding my asshole closed. Mistress Sherry, enjoying taking her time, looked at Mistress Laureen and said, "He obviously doesn't know where he's going. Would you like to show him, Laureen ?? And you might go with him just to make sure he doesn't misbehave while he's gone." Mistress Laureen pointed to a doorway, and followed me as I race waddled through it, going as fast as I could without releasing any pressure on my asshole. I found the toilet and was startled to see as I sat down that the seat wasn't smooth but was covered with ribbed plastic. As I sat down I discovered that the ribbings were short spikes, dull enough so they wouldn't penetrate the skin, but sharp enough so that my well spanked bottom really felt them. That pain, however, was secondary to my relief of getting to the toilet only a quarter of a second (it seemed) before my gut exploded and a torrent of dirty, smelly water rushed out. I let out three or four hundred gallons (at least) before I heard Mistress Laureen laughing at the door. I looked up and saw her really enjoying herself, and was so ashamed that I looked at the floor and hoped I could find a hole to crawl into. "Flush it to get rid of the smell," she commanded. I'm sure that you've got lot's more inside you, but while you're getting rid of it, I think that I want you to do something else, too." She pulled a stool over in front of me, sat down, pushed her tits at me and ordered me to suck them. "And if I don't like the way you do it, I'll give you an extra enema and an extra spanking." Needless to say, I focused my attention on it thoroughly, though I flushed with embarrassment each time another spurt of enema found its way down my colon and out my anus. (I actually think that she moaned with pleasure once or twice.) After about 5 minutes of this she stood up and adjusted her merry widow. I could see that her nipples were really hard and standing up, and I hoped that I might have pleased her enough so that she would go easy on my for a while. "Are you finished shitting ?" she asked. "Yes Ma'am," I replied. "Could you please give me some toilet paper," I continued, since I had been unable to locate any. "Beg for it," she instructed. Realizing that my hope for leniency was not to be fulfilled, I begged. "Please, Mistress Laureen. Please let me have some toilet paper." I could see that she liked hearing me beg, and that she wasn't going to respond until she heard more. "Please let me have some toilet paper. I don't want to upset you and Mistress Sherry by going back in there without having used some. Please Mistress Laureen." She stared at me for a few more seconds, grinning, and then took some paper from under a sink. "No. You can't have the paper. Stand up, turn around and bend over with your head on top of the tank. I'll wipe you." If I thought that I'd been embarrassed before, I'd been wrong. Nothing that I'd ever had done to me by Mistress Cynthia or anyone else was even half so mortifying as the thought of this striking, sexy woman wiping my bottom as if I were a little 3 year old. But I decided I didn't really have a choice. The results of my disobedience to their orders was very clear. Slowly I complied with her orders, and felt wave after wave of humiliation as she wiped the paper up and down my crack. (to be continued)