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New Story: Kimberwillow Clinic Vol 1 [F/M, spank, enem, some F/F]

Part 1 - The Screening

I was looking through one of those underground types of
publications on the coast, and one very small ad caught my eye.
It said something like "CLINIC - Come to Kimberwillow Clinic and
you'll keep coming back." and a phone number to call for more
information.  One reason I paid attention to it is that it didn't
promise the world, and didn't try to attract the whole world,
unlike many of the other ads.  It also appeared genuine.  I
called the number and the lady at the other end said that I'd
need to come over to the clinic to learn more about it, and that
there would be no fees collected until I decided to have a
session.  I became more and more curious and decided to see what
it was about.

The clinic was about an hour drive from where I called, in a
business-industrial area.  I walked in to the reception area and
mentioned that I had called earlier today and wanted some
information.  The young lady said she remembered my call.

"We offer a variety of services.  As you may have gathered by our
use of the word 'clinic', the sessions are structured in a rather
formal way."  I noticed her blonde ponytail.  "All of our
services involve female domination of one kind or another," she
continued unabashedly.  "The sessions are administered by our
staff of nurses.  In almost all of the sessions you will be given
one or more enemas, and you will also receive discipline from the
women in charge of your session."  My imagination was running
wild, and I was trying to conceal the fact that a boner was
struggling inside my jeans.  "Most sessions," she continued,
"require a minimum of two hours, and some of them are quite a bit
longer.  All the services are administered in an... intimate...
setting."  She paused before and after the word "intimate".

"These sessions are not for everyone," she went on, "and we
expect that if you submit to a session, that you will take
advantage of all that is offered."  Her eyes opened wider and
horizontal ridges appeared on her forehead.  "In other words, we
expect that you will do as you are instructed during the
sessions."

She paused a moment for effect, then handed me a one-page summary
of the types of sessions offered at the clinic.  "As you can see,
we offer sessions in the Discipline Room, the Prostate Response
Clinic, the Ejaculation Extraction Clinic, the Colonic Discipline
Clinic, and sessions with Nurse Gloria.  Sessions are by
appointment only, and if you wish to make an appointment you'll
need to undergo a screening session in which we gain some insight
into your... inner profile.  This screening session requires
about two to three hours.  After the screening session, which can
take place now if you would like, you are free to schedule the
sessions you want.  Do you have any questions?"

"Can you tell me more about Nurse Gloria?  I noticed there is no
description of her sessions here," I replied.

"All I can say about Nurse Gloria is that she has an interesting
- and unique - approach, and that she likes to give severe
over-the-lap paddlings."

I knew at that point that there was no turning back, and that my
curiosity - and my erection - dictated that I follow through and
schedule a session.

"I'd like to go ahead and schedule a session," I nervously
admitted.

"Certainly," she chirped.  "You can choose which session to
schedule after your screening."  She picked up her phone and
pressed four numbers.  A moment later she said to whoever
answered, "I'm going to give a screening now, would you cover the
reception area?"

I was glad that she was going to do the screening, since I felt a
rapport with her.  She gathered a clipboard and some paperwork. 
When her replacement emerged, she instructed, "Follow me."

I followed her through a hallway and she stopped and keyed in a
combination at one of the rooms there, and opened the door and
entered.  She closed the door after I followed her in.

"I am Nurse Carina," she informed me, "and I'd like you to read
and sign this agreement.  Basically you are acknowledging that
you are voluntarily taking part in the sessions, things like
that."

I looked it over and didn't see anything that sounded fishy, so I
went ahead and signed it and handed it to her.

"Very good," she said.  "Now, most sessions, including the
screening, are conducted with the recipient totally unclothed. 
So remove all your clothes, and be seated here while I prepare,"
she ordered, pointing to an adjustable chair of the same kind
you'd find in a dentist office.

While I undressed, Nurse Carina wheeled a cart to the side of
where I was to be seated, with some kind of equipment that had
several cables with electrodes attached.  When I reclined in the
chair, she mentioned, "I'm going to attach several electrodes so
that I can measure your heart rate, skin conductivity, blood
pressure, erectile response, breathing, and eye movements.  I'll
measure these while you view some images in a sort of slide show
format."

Carina proceeded to attach electrodes to my chest, forefinger,
and eyelids.  She then wrapped a stretchable band of material
around the base of my penis and also placed one about an inch
from the tip, and attached a thin cable from the machine to the
material.  Of course, I became very erect while Carina was
handling me to perform this task.  She switched on the machine
and spent a couple of minutes adjusting the settings.  Then she
turned on the image projector and adjusted the focus on a test
image that she projected on the wall in front of me.

"I'm going to turn off the room lights and I want you to just
view all the images."

Carina had a remote control for the image projector and displayed
an extensive array of images, giving me ample time to react and
adjust to each one before going to the next one.  Many of the
images were stimulating to me, some were turn-offs, and many were
neutral.  The images depicted a wide variety of erotic content -
various enema equipment, nurses preparing enemas, women preparing
to administer discipline, various poses, and even some
transsexual images.  When Carina had shown all the images, she
had the machine select the images that I had positively reacted
to, and showed those again, closely observing me all the while.

After she had finished the second run of images, Nurse Carina
said that the next step was to chart my erogenous zones.  She put
a blindfold on me so that I could not see, adjusted the chair so
that I was more reclined than before, and, starting at my feet,
slowly and lightly ran her fingers over every inch of my body,
including my testicles.  I then turned over face down and she
repeated the featherlight touching on my back, buttocks, and the
back of my legs.  I was very aroused by the time she finished,
and I had seeped considerably.  Carina had generated several
sheets of documentation which she placed in a folder while I
dressed.

In my aroused state it was difficult to decide which of the
sessions I wanted to schedule.  After considerable thought I
chose the Colonic Discipline session and scheduled it for the
following day.  Then I went home and fantasized about the
forthcoming session.

Part 2 - Colonic Discipline

I made the hour drive to the clinic for my afternoon appointment
and was greeted by Nurse Carina in the reception area.  She
picked up the phone and pressed a few keys.  "Rachel, your two
o'clock appointment is here."

A moment later a young lady in a white uniform appeared in the
reception area and said, "I'm Nurse Rachel, come with me."  She
was of medium height, slender, pale complexion, and had her long
black wavy hair pulled back.  She wore white sneakers and was
barelegged.  She keyed in a combination to unlock the door to her
room and locked it behind us.

"Clothes off," she directed, "put them over there."

I leisurely removed my clothes, frequently gazing at her.  When I
had finished undressing I looked her and she said, "Stay there." 
She picked up a hardwood hairbrush in one hand and picked up an
armless chair with the other, and brusquely placed it near where
I was standing.

"You certainly took your time removing your clothes, Rick," she
scolded.  "We're going to establish that when I tell you to do
something, you do it without dawdling."  She quickly seated
herself and pulled her dress up to expose most of her bare
thighs.  "Get across here now," she crisply ordered, pointing at
her lap.

My heart pounding, I quickly positioned myself as directed. 
Holding me down with one hand, she began a lengthy and severe
paddling using the hairbrush in her right hand.  Her technique
was to give two hard swats in one place on one side, and then two
hard swats on the other side.  In almost no time my bottom felt
ablaze.

"Ow!  Ow!  Please, Rachel, not so hard!  Ow!  Ahhh!" I begged and
squirmed as she paddled away.  After about twenty swats she
stopped for a moment.

"You've got to learn some manners, young man!" she scolded, and
began to pound with the hairbrush again.  "You don't call me
Rachel! It's always NURSE Rachel, understand?"

"Yes! Yes, Nurse Rachel!"

"UNDERSTAND?" She repeated, still smacking away.

"OH Yes, Nurse Rachel! I understand!"  She was spanking me so
hard that I would have agreed to say anything that she wanted. 
"Please, Nurse Rachel, Please!" I begged.

"STOP SQUIRMING!" she barked, and continued, hitting even harder. 
"Stop that wiggling!"

"I can't! It hurts! Please not so hard!"

"I decide how hard to spank, not you!  I think you need some
more."

Nurse Rachel kept up the brisk pace of the hairbrush paddling,
interspersing the swats with comments like "You need to learn
your lesson," and "I want obedience from you," and "I don't think
you've had enough yet."

After an interminable paddling, she finally stopped and ordered,
"Okay, get up now!"

I hopped up and put my hands back where she had paddled.  When
she saw this she exclaimed, "No! No touching there! Hands in
front, right now!"  I immediately complied, still grimacing from
the severity of Rachel's discipline.

"Bend over this table now, and I'll check your prostate before
your enema," she directed.  I leaned over and saw her putting on
a disposable latex glove.  She placed a fair amount of gooey
lubricant on her middle finger and walked behind me.  I felt the
cold lube on her finger, and then she inserted it.  She wiggled
her finger around inside me, and I felt her press hard against
something that made me ache.  She released, then pressed hard,
again, several times.  I groaned when she applied pressure, and
felt a little squirt of fluid pump through my urethra each time.

"This is good for you," she stated, then withdrew and disposed of
the glove.  "Stand up and turn around now," she instructed, and
carefully wiped the seepage from the tip of my penis.  As she did
this, I became erect.  Nurse Rachel smiled sweetly and said, "You
nasty boy.  I'll bet you're thinking all kinds of nasty
thoughts...  Okay, get up on the table now, on your hands and
knees, and I'll prepare your first enema."

My heart raced at the sound of the word "enema".  She spent a few
minutes filling a two quart bag with warm soapy solution, and
hung it from a chain that came down from the ceiling.  A moment
after I heard some water squirt out of the nozzle as she cleared
the air from the tubing, I felt her insert the nozzle.

"You're going to take it all and hold it a few minutes," she
stated in a girlish voice.  "Get your head down and it will be
easier."  I heard a click and the flow started.

After a moment I felt a cramp.  "Uhhhhhhhh!" I groaned.  "Nurse
Rachel, I...  Uhhhhhhh!  Ohhhhh!"

"Rock back and forth, quickly now!  You need to take the entire
bag."  I felt the gentle femininity of her slender fingers as
they stroked my testicles and penis, making it a little easier
for me to take the enema.

A moment later she said, "There, it's all in.  Keep rocking, you
have to let it do its work."  She lightly touched me in several
places, frequently coming back to my groin and giving my scrotum
or penis a few light tugs.  An occasional cramp came and went
during the time that I held the enema.

Nurse Rachel withdrew the nozzle and told me to go get rid of the
enema.  About twenty minutes later I came back to find that she
had prepared my colonic irrigation with an open-top four quart
bag.  Attached to the end of the tube, instead of a nozzle, was a
long colon tube.

"Time for your high enema now," Nurse Rachel said.  "Up here on
the table, on your hands and knees, like before."  She placed a
gob of lubricant on my anus and inserted the tube a few inches
and started a slow, gentle flow.  As the flow progressed, she
kept inserting more of the colon tube, skillfully snaking it
around the curves and bends of my intestinal tract, until after a
few minutes a considerable length of the tube was inside me.  I
felt very full after taking a little over three and a half
quarts.  My insides sort of ached, but at the same time felt
sensuous with all that water in me.  She instructed me to pant
while she lightly massaged my abdominal area.  Then she slowly
withdrew the tube, occasionally clicking on the flow to get it to
move the right way.  When the tube was totally withdrawn, she
helped me off the table and I got rid of the enema over the next
half hour.  When I was sure it was all gone, Rachel turned on the
shower and told me to get in and get cleaned up.

When I was nearly finished soaping up I startled when Nurse
Rachel opened the shower door and climbed in, completely naked. 
She smiled broadly as I looked at her lovely naked body.  She
washed her face and then told me to wash her back and legs.  I
was of course delighted to do that, and after I had applied a
generous amount of soap to her, she lathered some in her hands
and grasped my firm erection, pumping it and using the soapsuds
as lubricant.  I grasped her shoulders when I started to spurt
with a powerful orgasm, and she kept pumping until I was drained. 
She pressed her chest against mine and we hugged for several
moments, the shower spray still raining down on us.  Then we
rinsed off and stopped the shower.  She smiled broadly and
whispered, "You nasty boy, you squirted your cum on my leg. 
You'll be disciplined for that!"

I put on my clothes, thanked her for an unforgettable session,
and mentioned to Nurse Carina that I'd be calling for another
appointment in another week.

Drained and relaxed, I spent the evening in a contented state.

Part 3 - The Prostate Response Clinic

When I called the clinic a few days later to make an appointment
for a session in the Prostate Response section, I was told that
it's best to avoid ejaculation for at least two days before the
session, and several days if possible.  I timed the appointment
accordingly, and drove over there on the appointed day.

As soon as I got there Nurse Carina talked briefly to another
nurse at the clinic and then said, "Okay, come with me."

"Clothes off, and I'll give you your enemas," Carina stated.  She
smiled as if to herself as I quickly discarded everything I was
wearing.  "Face up on the table," she directed, and busied
herself preparing the enema.

She hung the bulging red bag on the stand and placed a pillow
under my lower back so that the enema would more easily flow into
me, lubed the thick nozzle, and inserted it.  I had a raging
boner by the time she started the flow.  As the soapsuds enema
coursed into me, my erection subsided, and when I felt some
cramping I protested freely.

"You should strive to take your enemas without whining," Nurse
Carina mentioned.  "It's been noted in your file that you
complain a lot.  Too much complaining can lead to strict
discipline!"  I took the hint and attempted to deal with the
fullness by panting and an occasional groan.

When the enema bag emptied and she closed the valve, Nurse Carina
told me to spread my legs far apart, and proceeded to perform
what I can only describe as a testicle massage.  With a generous
supply of lotion, she pressed lightly where it was important to
press lightly, and pressed harder in the other places.  It
actually felt good and I developed a firm, seeping erection.

"I have to do this now while you have the enema to distract you,
or else you'd pop off instantly," she noted as her fingers
continued their sensual kneading.

I got rid of the first enema and Nurse Carina started the second
one, which went in easier and more quickly than the first.  She
continued the testicle massage, which only served to get me more
aroused.  "I don't want you to cum until the end of the session,"
Nurse Carina stated.  "We're going to see how much cum you can
generate in one ejaculation.  Some of the clients refer to this
one as the 'blue-balls' session, understandably."

After five tormenting minutes of testicle handling, Nurse Carina
let me up to get rid of my rinsing enema and told me to get
cleaned up in the shower afterward.

I was face up on the table again. She put on a latex glove and
probed my rectal area, frequently touching or pressing on my
prostate.  At the same time she lightly stroked my testicles, my
erect member, and my inner thighs, occasionally giving me a few
brisk scrotal tugs to discourage me from ejaculating.

Nurse Carina kept up this treatment for what seemed to be an
extended period of time, but actually was probably about fifteen
minutes.

"We'd better cool off some of that ardor. Turn over and put your
hands well forward," she suddenly instructed.  She picked up a
strap and commenced what was to be a severe and prolonged
leathering.  I bucked and writhed, exclaiming and pleading for
leniency.

"Stop that begging!" Nurse Carina scolded.  "You should be taking
what I give you without asking me to stop!  I want you to take
the rest of your strapping without whining, and for heavens sake,
stop that wiggling!  I'm going to note this in your file as
needing work."

She applied about four dozen more strokes while I tried my best
to take them without pleading.  I still writhed and exclaimed,
but managed to not beg her to stop, reasoning that I'm going to
get what she's giving anyway.

The strapping certainly took care of my raging boner.  The
penetrating heat from the strap, however, proved to enhance
things later.

Nurse Carina put the strap down and ran her fingers lightly all
over the erogenous zones that were within her reach - the backs
of my legs, inner thighs, my buttocks, and testicles.  I got hard
again in a hurry, and gave frequent, deep sighs as an indication
of my arousal.  She frequently reached in and prodded my prostate
with a gloved finger.  This went on for another thirty or so
minutes.

Then she had me turn over, face up, and she discarded the glove. 
With one hand around my testicles and the other around my boner,
she gave slow pumping strokes while frequently tugging on my
scrotum to keep me from ejaculating.  After a few moments she had
to considerably decrease the intensity of her handling, since I
was becoming extremely close to squirting.  I desperately wanted
relief, at the same time knowing that after I squirt, the session
- and Carina's sweet handling - would be over.  She had an
amazing sensitivity, and could tell at just what point to lighten
the handling and tug on my scrotum.  Her expert handling
continued for a prolonged period of time, and my nuts ached for
relief.

She stopped handling me, and lowered a horizontal metal bar from
the ceiling which was attached by some chains.  She told me to
stand up and hold on tightly to the metal bar with both hands,
since she wanted me to remain standing when I would ejaculate.  I
reached up and grasped the bar, which was at a height several
inches above the top of my head.

She fetched a transparent container with measuring marks on it,
and squatted in front of me.

"Don't cum yet - hold off as long as you possibly can," she
instructed, and resumed her slow, sensuous pumping and tugging. 
When it was clear that I was not going to last much longer, she
released hold of me, unfastened several buttons on her uniform,
and lowered the top of her dress down to her waist.  Her
beautiful breasts showed, with nipples standing out prominently. 
She lubricated an oblong vibrator and inserted it in my back way
so that it was in contact with my prostate.  A small battery case
and on-off switch was attached to it by a thin wire, and she let
it hang between my legs.

Carina, with a well lubricated hand, resumed her slow and
deliberate pumping of my aching and throbbing erection.  After a
moment she switched on the vibrator, resumed pumping, and said,
"Cum on my tits, Rick! Give me all your cum!"

Just as I started to squirt, she held the container so that all
my fluid splashed into it instead of on her breasts.  My knees
buckled completely and I could not keep from closing my eyes and
moaning incoherently while she pumped and pumped and I spurted
repeatedly.  She kept milking semen from me for several minutes,
a drop here, a spurt there.

Finally she put the container down, replaced her top, pulled the
vibrating egg from me, and said I could get dressed.  I drove
home in a totally spent state.

Part 4 - A Session With Nurse Gloria

I tried to keep from making another appointment for more than a
week, and succeeded only because there were no appointments
available for a couple of the days surrounding the one week mark. 
I opted for a session with Nurse Gloria, not knowing exactly what
to expect, and also curious because so little was described about
her sessions.

Nurse Gloria came to the reception area a couple of minutes after
Carina let her know that I was there.  She was on the tall side,
dark brown hair below her shoulders, tanned olive skin, shapely
bare legs, and penetrating eyes.  For some reason I also noticed
her hips; there was something about her hips that intrigued me. 
It was as if a major part of her energy was centered in and
around her hips.

"Well Rick," she began brightly after she led me into her room
and locked the door, "Let's start you off the right way - with a
couple of enemas.  Take off all your clothes, and I'll give you
some nice, big, enemas.  Oh, and it's okay to simply call me
Gloria."

She prepared a closed-top bag with a sudsy solution and had me
get down on my hands and knees on the floor.  The black nozzle,
which was thicker at the front end than in the middle, slid in
easily.  "Yes, you're getting an enema," she narrated as the
sudsy solution filled me up. "You'll be taking every drop of this
ENEMA and holding it for a while - we're going to clean you out
good with your ENEMA.  Yes, you need to take an enema..."

"Ohhhh, Gloria, I'm so full!" I exclaimed.

"Now now, you just let the enema do its work until I tell you to
get up," she mildly scolded.  "I noticed in your file it says
that you have a tendency to complain.  You're not supposed to do
that, Rick," she added ominously.

After several waves of cramping, Nurse Gloria let me up to get
rid of the enema, and I spent a good fifteen minutes doing that. 
On my hands and knees again, I took the rinsing enema while she
frequently peppered the word 'enema' throughout the conversation. 
Finally I got up and obtained relief from the rinsing enema and
cleaned up in the shower.

Nurse Gloria had moved an armless chair out from the corner and
was casually seated in it when I dried off.  Telling me to kneel 
in front of her, she handed me a container of lotion.  Then, to
my surprise, she bared her chest and told me to put some lotion
on her chest.  My boner stuck straight out as I rubbed lotion all
over her firm, resilient, medium-sized breasts.

"That feels good, Rick," she whispered as her nipples stiffened. 
I worked the lotion into her skin for a few more minutes, and
then she said, "Now do my legs," and hiked up her dress.

I became even more aroused when I felt her firm, smooth legs and
rubbed the lotion in. 

"There are two things that I really like to do, Rick," Gloria
explained as I lotioned her legs. "I like to spank.  I really
like to spank naughty boys when they are across my lap.  Your
bottom is going to get a good working over today - a VERY good
working over with my paddle."  Some drops of pre-cum had oozed
out of me by that time and she continued, "The other thing I like
to do, Rick - is fuck.  I don't know which I like to do more,
spank, or fuck.  I really, really like to fuck.  And when I do, I
fuck until I cum at least once, and sometimes more.  I'm never
satisfied until I cum.  That turns you on, Rick, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Gloria," I hoarsely whispered as I seeped some more.  I
thought of her sensuous hips and how I would love to be inside
her, thrusting my engorged member between her hips, with my legs
pressing against hers, and her stiff nipples against my chest.  I
tried to imagine her cumming.

"That's enough lotion, Rick. Now, I want you to go over to the
examination table.  You'll see a paddle there.  I want you to
bring it to me."

The paddle was shaped somewhat like a hairbrush, although it was
larger, and of course, did not have the bristles.  It was
constructed from a hard wood, and was obviously custom made for
her.  It had the name GLORIA engraved on one side.  I gingerly
handed the hardwood paddle to her.

"When you get across my lap, Rick, put your thing between my
legs.  Get over, now!"

The feel of Gloria's smooth skin against mine gave me a quick
rush as I got across her lap.

"Now, Rick, you aren't going to complain, are you?"

"No Ma'am!"

"And, Rick, you're not going to tell me to stop spanking you
either, now, are you?"

"Uh.... no ma'am," I answered weakly, not knowing for sure if I
could keep from asking her to stop if things got too hot.

"Because if you do, I'll spank you even more.  And I've already
told you how much I like to spank."

My heart was pounding furiously.  "Ummm. Yes ma'am."

"Okay, now that we've got that cleared up, I'm going to give you
your paddling.  I don't want you to interfere with me."

After the first ten or so swats landed, the buildup of hot pain
from the paddle seemed to increase every time Gloria's paddle
made contact.  Although I tried hard, I could not keep from
exclaiming, and I couldn't refrain from wiggling when the
sensation reached the intensity I was feeling then.  Gloria kept
up the paddling with a fairly even cadence, alternating strong
swats first on one ass cheek, then on the other.  

Whap!  Whap!  Whap! ...

"Ahh!  Ow!  OH!  Oh God, Gloria!  Mmmmf!  Oh Gloria! ..."

She scolded me frequently for wiggling, telling me to be still. 
I always said "Yes ma'am" and tried, but I just couldn't.  The
swats had too much of a sting to them.  I actually wondered
during the spanking how I would be able to sit at all afterward.
Gloria just kept on methodically and regularly pounding that
paddle into my burning rear end, and acted like she didn't ever
intend to stop.

On and on it went.

On and on I writhed and exclaimed.

On and on she paddled.  And paddled.  And paddled.

Long after I was sure I would never ever be able to sit again,
Gloria stopped, and helped me up.  she led me to the examination
table, put a firm pillow in the center, and had me lie face down
with my hips over the pillow.  A cool damp towel relieved some of
the immediate pain, and I just relaxed for a few minutes while
Gloria busied herself with other things.

She massaged my back and arms for a few minutes, and I began to
feel contented.

"Don't get up, Rick.  I'm going to take off all my clothes, and
you can watch," she said.  She removed her black sneakers, and
then cast off her uniform.  My eyes immediately went to her hips,
and I saw that she had not been wearing panties.  Also, I was
surprised when I saw that she was wearing a harness which held an
interesting strap-on device.

"As you can see, Rick," she began, "this is not an ordinary
strap-on.  I paid a lot of money to have this one developed for
me.  See, it's very flexible, and also retains its shape.  Not
like an ordinary gel probe.  Also, it has its own supply of
lubricant, and it releases it very gradually, so I don't have to
stop and re-lube your tail end.  Plus, I can make the tip vibrate
and wiggle when I switch on this little battery pack."

Her smile was contagious.

"The best thing about it," she continued, "is that the harness
has an attachment that fits inside me, and is also coupled to the
part that goes inside you.  Very stimulating."

I was in awe.

"Rick, I'm going to give you a good fucking.  I'm going to fuck
you silly, till your head spins.  I'm going to enjoy doing that,
and I won't stop until I've cum several times."

Gloria removed the damp towel from my reddened and well-paddled
bottom.  Then she donned a disposable glove and said, "Before I
start, I'm going to pack some long-lasting lube back there.  I'll
get you nice and sloppy so that I'll slip right in."

She placed several gobs of lubricant with the consistency of
petroleum jelly in me, and also applied some on the outside of
the entrance.  I heard Gloria snap off the glove.  She got up on
the examination table and straddled me.  I felt her spread my
nether region with one hand as she guided the tip of the strap-on
to its destination with her other hand.  A shove, and the tip
entered me.

"Uhhhhh!" I responded.

Over the next several seconds she slowly sank the probe all the
way into me.  I moaned when the tip of it rubbed against my
prostate.  With her probe now all the way inside me, she leaned
forward so that she was lying on top of me.  She extended her
legs and I felt the smoothness of her skin against mine.

"Put your arms on the table and extend them above your head," she
instructed.  When I did, she grasped my hands with hers, and
placed her forearms against mine so that she was both pinning me
down and providing some leverage for herself.

Gloria slowly pulled back almost all the way, and just as slowly
thrust in.  She repeated this a few times, and then quickened the
pace of the thrusts.  Her voice quavering from arousal and from
the motion of her hips as she pegged me with her probe, she said,
"This feels good, Rick. I'm going to fuck your brains out. I
could do this all day."

"Uhh! Uhh! Ohh!" I exclaimed, in time with the ever-increasing
force of her thrusts.  "Uhh!  Ohh!  Glo... ri... ahhhh!  Ohh..."

Her breathing was fast and spirited.  A moment later she gasped,
exclaimed "Oh God!" and vigorously pounded her hips against me as
she climaxed.

She slowed the pace of the pounding, although she continued to
hold me down while she probed with full thrusts.  When her
breathing returned to normal, which took about two full minutes,
she pumped with increased force and swiftness.

I squirmed, having felt well-drilled already.

"Rick, I told you that I like to fuck, didn't I?  You're going to
find out what that means.  I'm not even close to being done with
you."

"Auuugh!  Gloria!"

She giggled.

I recognized her gradual increase of arousal as the minutes went
by.  The force of her thrusts intensified, her breathing
quickened, and she began to give a short 'uhh' sound each time
she thrust the probe into me.  I too began to groan with each
penetration, which I think she liked.

She climaxed again after prolonged pumping.  Her orgasm was again
accompanied by Gloria energetically pounding her hips against me. 
After her orgasmic frenzy, she nestled her probe in as far as it
would go, and rested for a few minutes.

"This feels good, Rick," Gloria half-whispered.  "I can do this
for a long time, as you're finding out.  We've got a ways to go
before I stop."

She lay there, resting, for another couple of minutes, then began
to pump her hips again, slowly at first.  Her hands tightened
their grasp, and she pumped with more force.  Her thrusts speeded
up considerably, and I heard her breathing quicken.  

I recalled that she appeared to like it when I became vocal with
each thrust.

"Uh!  Oh!  Ooh!  Ahh!  Uhnn!  Uh!  Ohhh!" I groaned with each
thrusting penetration.  This strategy paid off and she exploded
with another orgasm, during which she pumped furiously.

"This is so good," Gloria said as she rested with the strap-on
still inside me.  "Do you believe now that I like to fuck?"

"Oh yes ma'am!" I immediately replied.  I wondered how many more
times she was going to ravish me before stopping.  I realized
that the attractiveness of her hips when I first saw her was due
in part to her level of fitness, and also to some extent the fact
that her hips contained the center of her sexual energy.

Geez, I thought to myself, is she ever going to stop?  I wanted
to find ways of making her climax sooner, and decided to
experiment a little.  Ever so slightly, and very slowly, I
pressed my bottom upward against her hips, as if trying to get
the probe to go deeper inside.  Then I relaxed, very slowly.  I
repeated this motion, gradually going a little faster, but not
any more prominently.  Gloria softly moaned, and her breathing
quickened.  I had to admit it was somewhat arousing to me to have
this kind of effect on her.  She began to pump her hips again, in
a rather impatient fashion, and I more deliberately pressed
upward against her with each pump.  The probe constantly rubbed
on my prostate which, in addition to being erotically arousing,
caused me to seep seminal fluid.

She vocally punctuated each thrust with "uh!", and I knew she was
quickly approaching another climax.  I accentuated my response,
pushing back quickly and forcefully, and reacting vocally.

She pumped more forcefully as her orgasm quickly swept through
her.  "Oh! Yes! Ahh!..." she gasped.

As soon as she began to slow down, I decided I would have some
more fun, and try to wear HER out.  Blatantly pushing back and
forth in a pumping motion, I exclaimed, "Oh, Gloria! Uhh! Fuck
me! Please don't stop! Uhh! I can't get enough of you! Fuck me,
Gloria... fuck me!  Uhh!  Hard!"

"Oh, Rick," she quavered as she picked up the pace at my urging,
"I love doing you!"

She pressed her forearms hard against mine as she pinned me down
for her pleasure.  Still pushing back and forth with my hips, I
egged her on.  "Unh!  Ohh!  Ahh!  Gloria...  fuck... me...
hard... fuck... me...  ahh... ooh... ahh... more!  ahh... fuck...
me... fuck... me..."

I went on like that for another few moments, until she gasped,
"Oh God, Rick! Ahh-ahhh-ahh-ahhhhh!"  She pumped convulsively
until her orgasm subsided, whereupon she completely stopped
fucking me.  She panted heavily for a couple minutes, then pushed
until her probe was completely inside me, and held still.

A moment later she said that she had a little treat for me, and
flipped the switch on the small battery pack.  The probe vibrated
and squirmed in a twisting fashion.  I had never felt anything
like that in my life, and it stimulated every nerve ending that
it touched, in addition to prodding my prostate.  Within a moment
I had an orgasm that seemed to explode through my entire body. 
While spurting, I violently bucked, passionately exclaiming with
wordless sounds.

Sweaty and fully spent, I collapsed with Gloria on top of me. 
Her probe was still vibrating and writhing inside me.  "Ohhhh,
Gloria...." was all I could say.

She giggled and switched off the battery pack, and slowly pulled
out.  Telling me to stay where I was, she spent about ten minutes
massaging my arms, back, and legs.  "How about a nice long
shower?" she asked, and turned on the water in the adjoining
area.

We both got in the spacious shower area, and soaped and rinsed
thoroughly.  Gloria smiled broadly, put her arms around me, and,
while we were under the spray of the shower, pressed her lips on
mine.  We exchanged kisses for several minutes, and then I pulled
away, grasped her lovely hips with my hands, and knelt in front
of her.  Gingerly I kissed her pussy.  When she reacted
positively, I kept on, and reveled in the stream of water flowing
down on my face from the shower.  I passionately kissed and
licked her pubic area and heard her moan as if in the distance. 
She placed her hands on my shoulders for stability and trembled
with a fresh climax.  Then she gently pulled my mouth away from
her pussy, saying that she couldn't take any more.  I stood up
and hugged her tightly, fervently kissing her on the mouth. 
After a few more minutes, we got out and dried off.

Gloria put on a fresh uniform while I dressed.

"I can't tell you what an experience this was," I said as I
prepared to leave.  She smiled, took my hand, and led me to the
reception area.

Part 5 - The Ejaculation Extraction Clinic

After my grueling session with Gloria, I thought I'd stay away
from the clinic for a while.  My other experiences there,
however, plus my fantasizing about Gloria and the other nurses at
the clinic, forced me to conclude what I really knew from the
start: I couldn't stay away for long.  I decided to try the
Ejaculation Extraction session next, as I had an idea that it
would involve milking of some kind, and I became erotically
curious.  When I called for the appointment, the one I talked to
strongly advised to refrain from ejaculation for at least five
days prior to the session.  I agreed, although I knew it would be
difficult to do that.

And indeed it was difficult.  After two days, I had frequent
persistent erections, and my fantasies were running wild.  I was
sorely tempted on many occasions to relieve my frustration, but
fortunately I thought better of it and managed to avoid it.  I
felt some seepage of seminal fluid on my drive to the clinic.

I desperately wanted to get started once I was there, and the
fifteen minute wait in the reception area served only to heighten
my desire.

A petite, dark-haired woman called my name and took me back to
the room in the clinic for my session.  She introduced herself as
Nurse Raven.  She wore platform heels, was barelegged, and she
wore her crisp white uniform impeccably.  I was surprised to find
there were two other nurses in the room - Crystal, somewhat tall,
very slender, with medium-length dishwater-blonde hair, and Lynn,
rather petite, with long straight light brown hair.  Crystal
appeared to be less experienced than the other two.

Crystal and Lynn had already set up the enema for me, and Raven
gave me two enemas in succession.  The ladies made several
remarks about my almost constant state of erection during my
enemas and shower.

Raven spoke first after I dried off.  "We're going to extract as
much ejaculate as we can today, and we'll measure and note the
amount in your file in case you want to try again sometime.  You
will ejaculate several times this afternoon.  That's why you were
advised to not have any kind of sex for several days.  You can
tell us later whether or not it was worth it."

Raven directed me to stand with my feet well apart and lean back
against the examination table.  She squatted in front of me,
hiked up her uniform and spread her knees apart.  She wore no
panties, and I saw her dark brown pubic hair and protruding
labia.  Crystal, meanwhile, had applied some vegetable oil to her
hands and masturbated me to a quick orgasm, collecting my fluid
in a container.  Raven smiled and said, "The first one's always
the easiest.  After that, we have to become more creative."

It was a welcome relief to have popped off after five days of
restraint.  It didn't take long, however, to become erect again,
since the three ladies made suggestive comments while all three
handled my penis and testicles.  Three pairs of slippery feminine
hands rubbing, pulling, and tugging caused me to spurt again
after a short while, and Crystal collected my fluid to add to
what I had spent earlier.

Lynn suggested that I get up on the examination table and lie
down to relax for a few minutes.  The three women lightly and
teasingly touched and massaged me all over, and I developed
another boner in about fifteen minutes.  I was really enjoying
the session, especially in view of my five-day abstinence.  

Lynn brought out a sheath-like device with attached tubes and a
hand-operated squeeze bulb, generously poured vegetable oil
inside the sheath and slipped it over my erection.  She adjusted
a valve on the squeeze bulb and gave it a few squeezes.  every
time she'd squeeze the bulb, the sheath slid toward the tip of my
member, and when she released the bulb, the sheath slid back
toward the base to swallow my cock.  The velvety, slippery
feeling each time the sheath slid up and down, was nothing short
of exquisite.  Raven and Crystal watched in fascination as Lynn,
with a bright gleam in her eyes, expertly varied the timing and
the length of the strokes.

Raven cupped my testicles in one hand and teased them with the
fingers of her other hand.  Lynn accelerated the tempo of full,
complete squeezes, and a moment thereafter, I groaned and
writhed, spurting into the sheath.  Lynn removed the equipment
and handed it to Crystal, who transferred as much of the semen as
possible into the container.

Raven suggested a short break, and brought cool refreshments for
all of us.  When we had all finished cooling down, Lynn told me
to lie on the examination table, and she now appeared to lead the
session.

"Raven, please prepare some ginger, and bring a condom," Lynn
instructed.  Turning to Crystal, she continued, "Crystal, do you
remember a recent disagreement we had, and you made a bet?"

Crystal's face took on a worried look and she slowly replied,
"Y-yesss."

"I'll repeat your exact words," Lynn continued, "You said, and I
quote - 'I'll bet your birch against the loser's ass'... Now you
thought that you were going to get to birch me, didn't you?  But
I knew that you'd lose the wager, and you now know that you've
lost.  Rick, turn over and let Raven insert the fresh ginger
suppository."

Raven had crafted an oblong suppository from fresh ginger root. 
The suppository was about an inch-and-a-half long and a little
over a half inch thick.  She snapped on a disposable glove and
pushed the ginger up inside until it rested against my prostate. 
I felt a warm feeling from inside, and developed a firm erection. 
I later learned that this is an effect of the ginger suppository.

"On your back now," cooed Raven, and slipped the condom on me.

"Crystal," Lynn instructed, "please take off all your clothes. 
You may keep your shoes on if you like."

Crystal looked over to Lynn, glanced at me, and turned back to
Lynn.  "You mean...  Does this mean..."

"Yes, it does," Lynn stated.  "I'm going to give you the birching
that you deserve.  Now off with your clothes, and get on top of
Rick," she said in a firm tone.

In a manner that conveyed her doubt that any of this was
happening, Crystal mechanically removed her uniform and her
panties, keeping her white sneakers on.  She slowly climbed on
the table and put her knees on either side of mine, straddling me
in a crawling position.  My boner stiffened as Crystal hovered
there.

Raven spread some lubricant on my condom.  "Lie down, dear," she
said, nudging her so that she got down on top of me.  "Okay,
let's put this inside you, now," Raven gently directed.  Crystal
complied and my stiff member, aided by Raven's hand, slipped
inside Crystal's pussy.  She swallowed my erection inside her
vagina, and softly moaned.

I looked to the side and saw Lynn shaking water off the birch,
which consisted of several switches about twenty four inches
long, bound together at one end to form a handle.  Apparently the
birch had been soaking in brine for a few days.  Lynn whisked it
rapidly a few times.

"Make sure he stays inside you," admonished Lynn, "or I'll give
you extra.  When you feel this, I know you won't want any extra. 
Rick, put your arms around her and hold her tight - she's likely
to be jumpy when she feels the birch."

I put one arm around Crystal's lower back, and placed my other
arm around her shoulders.  I wondered if there was something else
behind the fact that Crystal was getting a birching.  Are she and
Lynn rivals, or roommates, or lovers?  The feel of her firm
smooth legs against mine was a turn-on for me.  Since I had
already ejaculated three times so far this session, I wasn't
about to cum right away, but Crystal's proximity kept me quite
hard and erect.

Lynn walked up to where she had easy access to Crystal's bare
bottom.  Because I was on my back, I could see everything that
was happening.  Crystal, on the other hand, was face-down on top
of me, and she could not see what was happening.

I saw Lynn raise the birch.  An instant later, after a brief
'whippp' sound, Crystal's entire body jerked.  She yelled 
"Aahhh!" and kicked her legs up and down a couple of times.  Lynn
whisked the switches again and Crystal twisted and writhed at the
same time as she yelled "Geeez Lynn."  Further whisks from the
switches resulted in Crystal's almost constant writhing, kicking
of her legs, and loud vocal reaction.  At the same time, she
jerked her hips up and down frequently in a vain attempt to deal
with the intense sensation of the birch.  I tightened my grip on
her.

Lynn paused and said, "Crystal, I don't think you know what a
good spanking really feels like.  I've seen you dish it out to
guys at Discipline Clinic, and you seem to be more harsh than is
necessary.  I hope this will teach you what it feels like to be
on the receiving end."

Lynn resumed her birching of Crystal's bare bottom, giving an
energetic whisk once every two to three seconds.  Crystal cried
out with each stroke.  Her constant jerking, writhing, and
kicking, along with the ginger suppository, was having an
arousing effect on me and I knew I couldn't last much longer
before ejaculating.  About a minute after that, I passionately
bucked and spurted as I was wracked by a powerful, intense
orgasm.  Lynn did not cease administering the birch until after
my throes of passion subsided.

Crystal lay trembling in my arms for a minute or two, and Lynn
told her to pull off and get up.  Crystal gently removed the
condom and added the semen to her container, and noted the
amount.  As she did this, I noticed the many switch lines on her
buttocks.

The session was pretty much over at that point - I was completely
spent, and Crystal said she felt worn out from the birching.

I asked Raven how the staff is matched with their clients for
sessions.  She mentioned that all appointments, except for those
specifically made for Nurse Gloria, are posted for the staff, and
that staff members essentially sign up for the particular
sessions they're interested in.  For me, that meant that all the
women in the session today wanted to be there, and likewise for
my other sessions.

I opted not to have another shower at the clinic - I wanted to
get home and rest.

Part 6 - The Discipline Clinic

About ten days after my last session, I made an appointment for
the Discipline Clinic.  On my drive over there, I wondered what
the setting would be, and how severe the discipline would be.  I
gathered that I would probably be on the receiving end of a
substantial amount, since the session appeared to be devoted
entirely to discipline.

Nurse Carina smiled as she led me to the particular room where my
session would take place.  Once inside the door, she told me to
strip.  While I was removing my clothes, she said that she was
going to bind me to the punishment box, and that I would receive
discipline from several of the staff - one of them would come in
and do whatever they were going to do, then leave and notify the
next one.

"No enemas today, Rick," she said sweetly.

Carina eased me over the punishment box, which was a solidly
built structure in the center of the room.  The box was
constructed so that the recipient's buttocks were perfectly
presented to the discipline administrator.  Further, the
structure was padded and the recipient could be bound in any or
all of several places.

Carina cinched my waist, my wrists, and just above my knees. 
Except for some very limited squirming, I could not move my
buttocks at all.  I was completely at the staff's mercy.  I asked
Carina if she was going to be one of the spankers and she said
not this time.

As she was leaving, she mentioned that this session would be
intense, and that my limits would be tested and possibly
extended.  That told me that the session would be severe.

A few minutes later I heard someone enter the room and walk
around a while before I was able to see her.  It was Nurse
Rachel, and she was holding a paddle in one hand.

"As I remember, Rick," she began in a mesmerizingly sensual
voice, "you squirted on my legs during your colonic session, and
I mentioned that you'd be punished for that.  I'm going to give
you a good paddling, because you're a nasty boy.  I like to spank
nasty boys - and I always spank them hard!"

She pranced around to my left side, and she touched my bottom
with the paddle for a few seconds.  A moment later I felt a hard
paddle swat squarely across both buttocks.  I uttered a surprised
"Uh!" when it hit. A scant five seconds later, she slammed the
paddle against my bottom so that it hit both sides.  A few
seconds later, a third hard swat.  The heat and urgency of
sensation now began to build up and increase every time Rachel
applied the paddle.

Wham! Five... Wham! Six... Wham! Seven... Wham!  Eight..

When is she going to quit, I wondered.  My shouts became louder
and longer lasting with each stroke.

Wham!

"Ow! Stop! Stop!"

Wham!

"Ahhh! Nooooo!"

Wham!

"Owww! I can't -"

Wham!

"Owwwww!"

I felt like Rachel could have fried an egg on my bottom after the
blazing sequence of one dozen very hard paddle swats.

She calmly walked around in front of me, standing up close with
her bare legs practically in front of my face.  "Well, my nasty
boy, we're off to a good start.  I'm sure that spankable bottom
will be very, very sore before you leave here."

She stood there silently for a while, probably to let me recover
a little.

"You're going to get more, Rick," she continued.  "You need to
develop more self-discipline and not tell your Mistresses to stop
spanking, like you did a little bit ago.  You need to learn to
accept your discipline.  When you protest too much, you get
punished more."

She prepared to resume administering the paddle, and held it
touching my buttocks.  "Are you going to accept your discipline
without complaint?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Wham!  "Aaaaugh!"

"Are you going to take your punishment without telling me to
stop?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Wham!  "Oww!"  Wham!  "Oh!"  Wham!  "Oh God..."

"Get ready for some more, Rick! I'm going to give you the rest of
your paddling without stopping. If you beg or tell me to stop,
you will sorely regret it."

Rachel gave me eight more swats without pausing.  I'm sure that
she put every ounce of energy she had into each swat.  I yelled
and exclaimed, but I managed to avoid pleading, although I came
dangerously close to it a couple of times.  She went in front of
me and stood quite near.

"I'd love to give you a lot more of this paddle, Rick.  It would
be nice to paddle you until I'm all creamy and then have you eat
my pussy.  Maybe another time - I get turned on when I give a
hard spanking."  She put the paddle down and made some notes in
my file.

"Let's see who will discipline you next," she mused, looking at
the schedule.  "Oh, Anarosa's next! That will be interesting! 
Too bad I can't stay and watch."

Then she was gone.

A few minutes later the door opened and I heard the clip-clop of
high heels on the floor.  Without a word, whoever entered the
room lightly ran her hands over my back, over my buttocks, and
then my legs.  She then walked to where I could see her.  She was
fairly tall, slender, with olive skin.  Her full lips had bright
red lipstick - although the redness was prominent, it was
tastefully done.  She had short black hair, wore a white uniform,
black pumps, and had smooth bare legs.

"I am Miss Anarosa," she said.  Then she opened a storage closet
and wheeled out a cart on which two television monitors had been
placed side-by-side at an angle which allowed me to see them
without craning my neck.  Some cables were attached to them and
went where I couldn't see the other end.  Anarosa disappeared
behind me and I heard cabinet doors opening and closing, and some
motorized whirring.  Then she switched the power on the monitors. 
A moment later each monitor came into crisp focus.  The rightmost
monitor displayed my bared buttocks as would be seen by someone
standing a couple of feet away.  The leftmost monitor displayed
the scene from behind me from a greater distance, and from an
angle.  Every ten or so seconds the leftmost monitor's vantage
point changed and there was the scene from a slightly different
angle.

She picked up a leather tawse.  I heard her heels clip-clop as
she slowly walked behind me to administer.  At the same time, my
attention was on the two monitors before me.  It was like
watching a fascinating video, and experiencing it at the same
time.  The leftmost monitor showed Anarosa as she prepared to
start the strapping.  I saw her, on the monitor, draw her arm
back, and then she whipped the strap across my bottom.  The
rightmost monitor showed the strap as it came into the camera's
view and swiped across both sides of my bared bottom, and the
instantaneous marks that it left.  Concurrently, I felt a shock
of heat and pain.  Almost immediately she again swiped the strap
across me, and the effect of the sensation from this stroke added
to the previous stroke's buildup of pain.  I exclaimed as I saw
her get ready to administer the next stroke. The pain was rapidly
increasing.  On the leftmost monitor I saw the energy that she
was putting into the swipes.  Her whole body swiveled as she
swung the strap, and she gave a generous follow-through.  I'm
convinced it's the follow-through that makes a swat with a strap
really hurt.  After the tenth fiery swipe, Anarosa went to the
other side and rapidly planted ten more blazing strap strokes
across my buttocks.  I yelled with each impact.

Without saying a word, she kept on like that, giving me ten hard
swipes with the strap, and changing sides, for what must have
been forty or fifty strokes.  Then, she moved directly behind me
and with athletic exuberance, swiped the strap back and forth for
twenty swats.  This hurt even more than the others, since the
strap made contact primarily with the sides of the buttocks where
the skin is more tender.

Quietly, she put the monitors away, and then stood in front of me
and cradled my face in her hands for a few moments.

"I would like to give you enemas," she said, breaking the
silence.  "It would not be easy for you the way I do it.  It
would be worth it - for me and for you.  Maybe sometime?"

Then she left the room.

I was starting to recover from the strapping on top of the
paddling, when I heard the door open and close.  "Well, hello,
Rick! Do you remember me?" asked Nurse Crystal as she came around
to where I could see her.  She was wearing her crisp short
uniform, white sneakers with no stockings, and bare legs.

"Oh, yes, I do..." I answered hesitantly.

"Good.  You'll remember me even more after today, I'm sure."

Crystal walked around and put her hands on my well punished
bottom.  "Hmmmm...  They DID give it to you pretty good! You
still have a ways to go today.  They DID tell you it would be
'intense', didn't they?"

"Umm, yes ma'am."

"You got off on my being birched that time, didn't you?"

I didn't know what to say.  Anything I'd say could be construed
any way she wanted.

"Oh, Nurse Crystal... I didn't make the decision to birch you..."

"You still got off during it, right?"

I remembered that it was very stimulating.  Also, I knew that she
pretty much had me where she wanted me.

"Yes ma'am," I admitted, almost in a whisper.

"At least you didn't lie," she said.  "That's a quality I like in
a person - somebody who won't lie, even if it might mean some,
uh, trouble for them."

"Yes, Miss Crystal," I answered.

"Do you know what else I like in a person?  I like it when a guy
takes a good punishment from me without complaining.  So far I
haven't seen many of those at all.  Do you think you could be
one?"

"I'll try, Nurse Crystal. Yes, I'll try..."

She continued, "You're going to get a good caning today.  The
rattan cane is my favorite thing to use, and I'm very good at it. 
I'm likely to get off several times from caning you. Does that
bother you?"

"No ma'am.  If you get pleasure from it, it doesn't bother me."

"Good.  Because I'd do it anyway.  And you're respectful too. I
like that.  Well, no sense in delaying the inevitable, is there? 
I'll just slip off my panties so I can enjoy giving you a severe
whipping. I'm already starting to cream."

Crystal retrieved a thin straight rattan cane about three feet
long, and it had a rubber handle.  I felt her lightly tap it
several times on my captive bottom, in preparation for using it. 
Suddenly I heard the cane whisper a brief 'whippp!' sound and I
felt a flash of lightning-like pain across my buttocks.  An
instant later, I heard the dreaded 'whip' sound and felt another
streak of pain.  Crystal was giving each stroke of the cane about
once per second, which is very fast-paced for a caning. I could
do nothing but exclaim aloud after the first couple of strokes.

She paused after about a dozen smacks.  I heard Crystal's rate of
breathing increase rapidly, and then a couple of gasps, followed
by a moment of panting, culminating with a sigh of contentment.

She then gave me about twenty brisk smacks with the cane as I
cried out with each one.  She paused to climax again, and this
time could not keep from emitting a few vocal gasps of pleasure. 
I was thankful for the pauses, as they gave sweet respite from
the vigor of Crystal's administration of discipline.

"I like this," she exclaimed, "If you were my boyfriend I'd have
you eat my pussy each time so I wouldn't have to do this myself!"

She imparted twenty four whips with the cane.  I felt like my
bottom was blazing.  She paused, but did not masturbate. 
Instead, she lightly ran her fingers on my bottom, feeling the
ridges and welts from her expert handling of the rattan cane.

"Nope," she declared, "You still need more."

This next set was the most fast-paced yet, with Crystal
administering probably two strokes per second. It went on and on,
probably amounting to about thirty six or more strokes.  I
reacted with an uninhibited shout each time, with one long yell
toward the end of the set, and constantly kicking my legs
throughout the whipping.

She fingered herself to climax again, unabashedly vocalizing her
orgasm.

"I did pretty good today," she stated, "And you did too.  Now
let's get you out of your restraints so I can put some soothing
ointment on your bottom."

Crystal had me lie face down on the examination table after she
released me from the punishment bench.  She gently applied some
cream on my punished bottom and took her time doing so.  After I
lay there a few minutes she had me turn over.

"This session was a lot different from the others you've had,"
she said.  "No enemas, no milking, just plain spanking."  She
smiled broadly and put her hands on my chest and tummy area, and
let them idly wander.  She continued talking, her eyes staring
into empty space.  "I really do enjoy giving discipline," she
continued.  "Lynn was probably right when she said I tended to
get carried away - I just enjoy it so much.  It does something
inside me that - well, it really turns me on.  I wish I had a
boyfriend who I could discipline regularly.  None of the guys
that want to go out with me will take a good spanking just to
please me.  It always ends up the same way - we go out a few
times, things get intimate, I try to steer things so that I get
some pleasure, and they're gone.  It's almost enough to sway me
over to being with women."  There was a brief pause.

"I'm not saying I don't enjoy vanilla sex - I do, but a long term
relationship has to include spanking.  I'm not dominant in all
ways in a relationship, but I do need to administer discipline. 
Sometimes I even think I could like being spanked, if it's the
right person."

She looked in my eyes, having come back to the present, and
glanced over at my groin.  I had developed a firm erection, which
had surprised me too, because I was listening intently to what
she was saying.

"Well, look here!" she exclaimed with gleaming eyes.  "At least
part of you likes what I was saying."  She reached over with one
hand and gently, teasingly manipulated my firm boner and
testicles.

I slowly and deliberately grasped her hand - the one that was
stroking my erection - and brought it to my face.  I held her
hand there a moment, then brought it to my lips and lightly
kissed it.  She was visibly touched by this, and after saying
something like "how sweet," mentioned that while she'd like to
get to know me better outside of the clinic, there are strict
rules against socializing with clients.  I didn't say anything in
reply, but I did kiss her hand again and looked at her wistfully.

The session was basically over, and I got dressed and drove home,
opting to wait until later to get showered so that the ointment
had time to work.

Crystal was heavily on my mind for several days afterward.

I wondered about going back to the clinic, since I had
experienced every different type of session that they had to
offer.  I considered which ones I had enjoyed the most, and
thought that I'd go back and repeat some of those.  Then I
remembered that even if I did repeat a type of session, it may be
with a different person or different group, if more than one was
supposed to be there.  I also had a thrill of curiosity about
Nurse Anarosa's enemas - she had mentioned that they would be
difficult for me, but that they'd be worth it, whatever that
meant.

Also, I wondered about my chances of getting Crystal for another
session.  Would she want to sign up for one with me, or would she
avoid me?  If I chose the Colonic Discipline session, I'm likely
to get Anarosa - she said she wanted to give me enemas.  If I
chose the Ejaculation Extraction, there'd be three of them, but
Crystal would likely avoid that one, and it was frustrating to
refrain from ejaculating for five days or more.  Also, I didn't
want to go back for the Discipline Clinic again for a while - it
was very severe.  I wondered about the Prostate Response Clinic -
what are the chances that Crystal would do that one?

I decided that whichever sessions I chose, I'd enjoy them, and
that I shouldn't worry so much about orchestrating them.  

Since I was getting more curious about Anarosa's administration
of enemas, I called for an appointment for the Colonic Discipline
Clinic and dropped a hint about Anarosa.

Part 7 - Anarosa Does It Good

Anarosa came to get me when I arrived, and I was somewhat nervous
when I tried to figure out how she would administer enemas
differently so as to make them difficult for the recipient.  She
was wearing street clothes - a white T-shirt, jeans, and sandals. 

I took off all my clothes and she told me to bend over and lean
across the examination table.  She had prepared a soapstick which
had the distinct scent of Ivory soap.  The stick was about three
inches long and a half inch across.  Anarosa ran some water over
the soapstick and easily inserted it into me.  It stung somewhat
going in, and I definitely felt it as it pressed against my
prostate.  My insides kind of ached now and then from the effect
of this large suppository.

She then had me stand up while she lowered the height of the
examination table until the surface was about two feet high, and
told me to lie on my tummy.

"The soap has to work for a while," she said, "and then I'll give
you your enemas.  But now, I've got something else for you!" and
removed the leather belt from her jeans, and doubled it up.

Anarosa calmly walked over to one side and dispassionately
administered ten hard strokes of the leather.  I kicked my legs
and exclaimed each time the strap bit into me, and I held on to
the edges of the table with both hands.

"You didn't do too badly then," she mused.  "Can you be still
while I spank you?"

"I don't know..."

"Try it - as much as you can - and be quiet too."

Anarosa gave me ten more vigorous strokes of the leather on my
bottom.  I moved some with each stroke, and managed to keep quiet
for the first three.  I could not keep from kicking my legs after
five swats.

"Well, a little better," she said encouragingly.  "That's a
start.  Here, try again."

Even though I gathered all my resolve, I could not keep still
after the fourth stroke, and I exclaimed, rather quietly at
first, and louder as she kept up the strapping.

"That's not good enough," Anarosa complained, and put me through
several more energetic sets of ten strokes while I tried in vain
to please her.  I felt that I made significant progress, and
needed more practice before I could take a strapping like that
without kicking or exclaiming.

Anarosa put the belt back on her jeans. "Go ahead and use the
bathroom and then I'll give you some enemas," she said.  I went
ahead, and about ten minutes later came back out into the room. 
She had me lie face-up on the examination table, and tilted it
slightly so that the enema solution would have an easier time
going in.

She put a generous amount of Ivory soap solution in the three
quart bag, and hooked up a retention nozzle - one that inflates
to keep it in place - and removed the air from it.  After
lubricating the nozzle with soap, she inserted it and inflated
the inner and outer cuffs.  Then she adjusted the height of the
bag so that the flow would be slow and at the same time
relentless.

Anarosa conveyed that she had no intention of stopping the flow
once it started, by walking to the opposite end of the
examination table, and lightly caressed my face in her hands. 
Her large brown eyes stared directly into mine.  Several times I
felt I was overly full, and asked her to stop the flow for a
little while.  Each time she silently shook her head, smiling
slightly.  I frequently cried out when a cramp gripped my
insides, sometimes opening my mouth wide and clamoring,
"Ahhhhh-ahh-ahhhhhhh!" and tossed my head from side to side.

When the last bit of enema gurgled into me, Anarosa closed the
hose clamp and left the retention nozzle in place.  I almost felt
as though I could taste the soapy solution, I was so full.  She
continued to touch my face with her hands, and peered into my
eyes as I struggled with the frequent waves of cramping and
begged for relief.

I held the enema for ten minutes, which was indeed very
difficult, given the volume, the concentration of soap, and the
fact that the enema went in without interruption.  She deflated
the retention cuffs, withdrew the nozzle, and I gingerly got up
and rushed to get rid of the enema.

A full twenty minutes later, I emerged to find that Anarosa had
prepared another enema for me, and this one had a different
nozzle from what she used previously.  The hose from the enema
bag was connected to a metal box about ten inches in each
dimension, and from that box came a hose which had a long, thick,
slightly curved nozzle.

She had me lie face-up, as before, and lubed the nozzle with some
gooey soap, and inserted it.  Before she started the flow,
however, she stripped completely.  With a sensuous smile on her
face, she straddled the narrow examination table.  She stood with
her legs spread wide, a pose which was arousing in itself.  The
height of the table was such that when Anarosa moved to where my
head was, her pussy came to within an inch of my mouth.

"You know what to do now," she said, and lowered herself as I
opened my mouth to receive her tasty womanhood. She made
contented sounds as I worked, subtly shifting her position to
give her the most pleasure.  She had her hands on her hips as she
maneuvered, occasionally closing her eyes and tightly pressing
her lips together.  She climaxed rather quietly, bearing down
harder, and keeping her mouth closed when she exclaimed.

Anarosa reached back and clicked on the flow for my enema.  She
let it run for about ten seconds, then shut it off, and ground
down on my mouth for about a minute.  She repeated this a few
times, and climaxed twice more.

She removed herself from the table, retrieved a female condom and
inserted it into her vagina.  Then she straddled my midsection
and inserted my now hard erection.  She very slowly worked my
boner, and I was wishing I could speed up the tempo, as it felt
good.  She reached back and opened the valve for the enema, and
flipped a switch on the metal box between the enema bag and the
nozzle.  I heard a whirring sound that settled into a rhythmic
pulsing noise.  

Anarosa, with a gleam in her eye, kept perfectly still with her
hands on her hips, and my raging boner inside her.  Then I felt
the enema entering me in pulsing squirts.  I had never felt
anything like that before.  The sensation of the fluid being
propelled against my prostate and the surrounding area served to
heighten my arousal to the extent that I had an intense and
prolonged orgasm.  The enema kept on pulsing into me until the
bag was completely empty.  Anarosa shut off the pump, and
withdrew.

She mentioned that I would retain the enema for ten minutes,
removed the condom, and straddled my face.  I kissed, licked, and
sucked her to more orgasms, with my efforts becoming more intense
as time went on, due to the effect of the enema inside me.

She let me up to get rid of the enema, and I showered and
dressed.

I saw that Carina was in the reception area as I prepared to
leave, and talked to her for a while.  She casually mentioned
that they had a couple of new staff members since Crystal left a
week ago. 

That got my attention.  "She left?!" I exclaimed, sounding
disappointed.  "I was hoping to see her in other sessions.  Can
you tell me where she went?"

Carina admitted she didn't know exactly, and that she thought
Crystal went to some other clinic, but that she'd ask around and
if she had more information she'd tell me the next time I came
in.

I spent the next few days thinking about Crystal and how I could
get in touch with her.  Knowing that things wouldn't be the same
without her, I considered not going back to the clinic; however,
I decided that my chances of finding Crystal were better if I did
go back and if I persisted with discreet inquiries.


Part 8 - A Busy Weekend

I get very little personal mail, and what does look personally
handwritten and addressed is frequently advertising.  When I got
a letter that appeared to be personally addressed to me, with
only the letter "C" as a return address, I waited until later to
open it.  It turns out that it was a personal letter:

"Hi Rick,

Carina called and said that you asked about me. I've been gone
for a week, I went away to be by myself for a while, the clinic
was wearing me out plus there were other things.  I'm glad you
asked about me it would be good to hear from you, call me if you
want, my phone number is (deleted).  - Crystal"

I was glad, of course, that Crystal wrote, and I was also nervous
about calling her.  I waited until the following day, which was a
Friday, and worked up the nerve to call.  At first I got her
answering machine, so I didn't leave a message.  I called again a
half hour later and she answered.  I led into the conversation by
saying that I was surprised to hear that she left the clinic, and
asked her how she was doing.  She hinted that the work at the
clinic was more intense than she could sustain, and that she's
looking for another similar and less demanding environment to
work in, and was not employed at the moment.  After a while of
small talk, I worked up the courage to tell her that I really
wanted to see her, and asked if we could go out.  She readily
agreed, and suggested a coffee shop for a mid-afternoon meeting
teh next day.

Crystal arrived at the coffee shop dressed in white denim shorts,
a blue T-shirt, and sandals.  She looked fairly content, and
talked to me quite easily.  She seemed to readily tell me things
she ordinarily wouldn't tell anyone else.  We talked for a long
while, and I realized it was near dinnertime I suggested that we
go across the street and continue or discussion over dinner.  The
look in her eyes was precious.

During our dinner conversation, in which we touched on many
different subjects, I reached across the table and grasped her
hand.  She immediately held on tightly, and I looked soulfully
into her eyes.

Crystal asked, "Do you remember what I said to you at the
clinic?"

"Every word, Crystal," I replied, squeezing her hand. "Every
word."

She smiled, and said, "You have some qualities that I like in a
guy."  Then she leaned toward me and talked in a near-whisper. 
"Would you let me give you... discipline? And would you try to
please me?"  

I nodded in affirmation.

"Like I said to you at the clinic," she continued, "I really like
it when the guy I'm giving it to, doesn't complain, but takes it
all.  I get so hot that I'll likely do anything for him then."

She paused, looking directly in my eyes.  I didn't know how to
respond to that right then.

"Rick," she whispered, "I want to try you out.  I want to go home
now, and get a few things together, and come over to your house
and see what happens."

I agreed, and gave her directions to my place.  We finished up
dinner and quickly left.  I walked Crystal to her car and then
went home.

About an hour later, she drove up, and lugged a couple of large
overnight bags into the house.  She asked for a tumbler of water
to drink, and advised me to get one for myself as well.  A few
hugs and kisses, and she said, "Well, why don't we get started? 
Let's go in the bedroom and I'll unpack."

Crystal first unpacked her personal and makeup items, and then
the accouterments for the discipline session - a leather strap,
hairbrush, and rattan cane; a cylindrical bolster pillow; skin
cream, and a few other things.

"I'm never going to tie you up or bind you in any way when I whip
you - it'll be such a turn-on for me if you willingly hold your
position, out of the affection and respect that you have for me. 
A lot of times it won't be easy."

She placed the bolster pillow near the edge of the bed.  "Now I'd
like you to pull your pants down just enough to bare your bottom,
and lean over the pillow."

My heart was pounding rapidly as I willingly followed her
directive.

"I'm itching to give a good whipping, Rick!  It's been more than
a couple of weeks since I've administered discipline.  I'm not
sure yet what I'll use on you tonight. I have to think about
this."

While she was thinking, she continuously ran her fingers all
around my bared bottom with a very light touch.  I became more
aroused by the minute from her tickle-touch.

"Mmmm, Crystal," I sighed.  She giggled and kept on with the
tickle-touch.

"Crystal..." 

"I think I've decided what to use now," she announced.  "You're
going to stay in position for me, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"Remember, you're doing this for me.  You'll take it without
begging or asking me to stop, won't you?"

"Oh, yes!"

"I like you, Rick! Don't forget that when I'm spanking you."

She picked up the leather strap, and started by giving me very
light swats with it, gradually increasing the force over a couple
of minutes.

"That was just the warmup for you, Rick," she said.  "Here's the
real thing!"

The next twenty swipes really tested my resolve.  The leather bit
into my bare skin with a vengeance, and although I couldn't keep
entirely still, I think I did fairly well.  I could not refrain
from a short exclamation much of the time.  I did decide,
however, that I really wanted to develop my ability to stay in
position without exclaiming through a good discipline session.  I
felt, intuitively, why that was arousing to Crystal and others.

Telling me to stay put, Crystal stepped out of her shorts and
panties, and got on the bed, spread her legs, and asked me to use
my mouth on her pussy.  I was more than glad to do that, and she
was profusely creamy.  I went to work on her pussy, and within a
few minutes she had a rollicking climax.

I continued to kiss her tasty labia until she got up and did the
tickle-touch routine on my bottom.  When I had a rock-hard boner,
she started in with the strap again, giving me about three dozen
biting swipes while I tried my best to take them in a way which
would please her.  The latter half of the set of strokes evoked a
pained "Oahhhh!" from me with each swipe as I desperately held
onto the bedspread with clenched fists and kicked my legs, trying
to stay put.

She got up on the bed again and I used my mouth on her creamy
womanhood to give her another orgasm. When she go up, she
delivered very fast-paced forehand-backhand strokes - probably
more than three dozen. I thrashed about in my reaction to her
energetic swats.

Crystal put the strap down, and told me to get undressed,
watching me as I removed all my clothes.  She got on the bed, and
placed the bolster pillow so that when she lay on the bed, her
back was arched.  She spread her legs and invited me in.  My
unbridled passion was obvious as I enjoyed sweet intercourse with
Crystal.  I tried to prolong the experience, but all too soon I
spurted and filled her up with my ejaculate.

We spent the next hour or so exploring one another's bodies, and
I stimulated her to climax and she took me in again before we
fell asleep.

At breakfast I summoned the courage to ask her what her
relationship with Lynn had been, since she pretty much
unquestioningly did as Lynn ordered at my clinic session.

"Lynn is the one who hired me at the clinic, and I worked for
her.  Also, I've been to bed with her a few times - she's bi, and
I don't think I am, but I did actually find her attractive."

I pressed her for more.

"The first time it happened," Crystal continued, "was after a
particularly frustrating day for both of us at the clinic.  Our
appointment schedules got screwed up, and we each didn't show for
a couple of appointments.  Lynn had something to do with that,
unintentionally, and felt bad.  Then my car wouldn't start after
work.  I was ready to kill.  Lynn offered to give me
transportation, help me find a new battery, and bring me back to
work the next day.  I was feeling so beleaguered that I pouted on
the way back into town for a while.  Then Lynn said that I needed
a couple drinks and she wanted to treat me to dinner for her role
in the appointment screw-up.  I was in a bad mood, and
reluctantly agreed."

She had some more coffee and continued.

"She took me to this nice Italian place, and the wine did wonders
for my mood.  Anyway, we lived on opposite sides of town, so she
suggested that we go directly to her place so she could bring me
to work the next day without driving a long distance, and she
also mentioned that she's prepared for guests.  So I said okay. 
We went to her place, and talked a while.  She gave me a
toothbrush and towel and stuff like that, and I took a shower and
freshened up.  She had this king size bed, and said we could
share it, or if I would rather not share a bed, she'd sleep on
the floor in the other room.  Well, I'd have felt bad taking her
bed, so I said that sharing it would be fine."

Crystal looked off into the distance for a moment, and went on.

"Anyway, when it came time for bed Lynn gave me a nightie that I
could use, and said that she didn't use anything, and she
undressed and climbed in one side.  I decided not to use the
nightie, and also undressed completely and went to the other side
of the bed.  We said goodnight and she turned off the light.  We
were both very tired, and went to sleep almost immediately. 
Later that night Lynn shook me awake.  I was having a bad dream
and at the same time I was sleeping so deep that I couldn't wake
up.  She knew I was having a bad dream, I must have been
whimpering or something, and I was thankful that she was there to
wake me up.  She wanted to know what the dream was about and I
said it was scary and I couldn't tell her.  She scooted over and
gave me a hug, because I was shaking from the fright.  I held on
to her also, and after a while started to calm down and relax. 
She sort of petted me on my face with her hand, and even though I
didn't say anything she knew that it felt good to me.  She kept
whispering, 'it's okay' and before long her hand went down to my
butt and she petted me there.  I didn't know what to do, but it
really felt good."

Crystal looked to me for my reaction, and I asked her to keep on.

"So then Lynn got closer to me, and I put my hand on her face. 
She came closer and very lightly touched her lips on mine.  It
felt good, and I kissed back and she became more bold about it. 
She threw the covers off, and climbed on top of me.  It felt kind
of weird and different, her legs were all smooth and she didn't
have a boner sticking out.  We continued to kiss and I was
getting... creamy.  I almost jumped through the ceiling when she
put her hand down there.  She kissed me some more and then said,
'Crystal, I'd like to use my mouth there - is it okay?' and I
said yes, please do!  Well, she made me cum almost right away.  I
put my hand down there on her and she was real wet.  I poked my
finger inside her and wiggled it around, like I like to do when
I'm... by myself.  She said that felt good.  I knew she wasn't
going to cum that way, so I went down between her legs and - is
this upsetting you?"

"No, no, it's interesting, I want to know," I said, and held her
hand.

"So anyway, I got down between her legs, and put my mouth real
close to her down there.  I never did this with a girl before,
but I figured I liked kissing her and all, so I kissed her... you
know, down there.  She was all slippery but I kind of liked it,
and she reacted like I had an electric mouth or something. I sort
of got into it after that, and kissed and licked her more down
there, and she came hard.  That made me feel good, that I could
make her feel good like that.  I climbed on top of her and we
kissed some more, it felt good.  And I went to sleep in her arms,
I felt so safe - like with you last night.  You don't mind, do
you? That I did it with a girl?"

"Oh God, Crystal, no," I exclaimed, "That's a beautiful story. 
Now what happened after that?  Between you and her?"

"Well, during the next day we acted like nothing happened.  Lynn
brought her jumper cables and said she'd follow me to the garage
to get my battery replaced, and she did.  I was grateful to her,
so I wanted to buy her dinner and I invited her to my place for
the night, and she said okay. I was all tense still, and she told
me to take off my clothes and she'd give me a back rub.  It felt
relaxing at first, and then I got - you know - excited, and
turned over.   I turned off the light, and we kind of got into it
fast - like we were hungry for each other.  We got together like
that a couple of times a week after that, and she started getting
more dominant with me - telling me to do this and that.  I didn't
mind, 'cause she was my boss at work and all, and I liked and
respected her.  She never spanked me or anything, but I knew she
liked to give birchings.  So one time I made this bet with her,
and I thought I would win, and thought I'd get to give HER a good
birching - but as you know, it didn't work out that way.  Boy,
that birch really hurt!  Anyway, we kind of drifted apart from
the, uh, experimenting we did with each other.  Sometimes I
thought I'd like to do some more with her, but that was before I
left the clinic and got together with you."

I told Crystal that I found her experiences fascinating.  We
finished breakfast and she said that she had to go home for a
while and would come back that afternoon if I wanted.  She left
her things at my place and returned about 3 PM wearing a button-down
top and a short skirt.

After some intimate touching Crystal suggested that our sex play
that afternoon be totally nonverbal, with no communicating with
words, and said it's a great way to heighten awareness.  I
suspected that she had some other specific reason for suggesting
that.  It did sound interesting and I agreed to it.

I led her to the bedroom and took off her top.  She removed her
panties and left her skirt on, and indicated, nonverbally, that
she wanted me to take all my clothes off.  After I was naked, I
lightly kissed her on the lips and then gently tongued her
nipples. She reacted positively, and I went down between her legs
and used my mouth to bring her to a climax.  I worked on her some
more, and when I sensed she was nearing orgasm, I stopped.  She
pulled me close to her and we kissed for a bit, and when I made a
move to enter her, she quickly shifted her position so that I
couldn't get in.  I saw sensual excitement in her eyes, and
prepared to enter her again and she quickly turned over.  I
concluded that she wanted a mock struggle.  I tugged on her and
turned her over and grasped her hands and held them above her
head, got on top of her, and tried to kiss her.  She jerked her
head from side to side to evade my kisses, so I nibbled on her
cheek and earlobes, causing her to giggle.  I couldn't enter her
with both my hands busy holding hers down, since she was putting
up a spirited struggle.  I tried grasping her hips and getting in
between her knees, but that didn't work.  Finally I pinned her
down with my whole body, and while I nibbled on her earlobes,
used one hand to guide my member in.  She gasped as I plunged in,
and opened her mouth wide and exclaimed with "ahh" sounds as I
excitedly thrust in and out while holding her down.  A few
moments of this activity, and I spurted inside her.

We lay in each others' arms for a few minutes.  I had greatly
enjoyed that variation on sex play, and suspected that she still
had something else planned.  She nudged me over on my back,
climbed on top of me, and sweetly kissed me several times, almost
giggling between kisses.  Since she hadn't spoken, I assumed that
we were still interacting nonverbally.

Crystal straddled my chest, and I rubbed my fingers around her
clitoris.  The mixture of our juices was seeping out of her and
it made a good lubricant.  She moaned, and when I had stimulated
her for a couple minutes, she grasped my hands and guided them to
her breasts.  Her nipples became hard as I tweaked them.

She removed my hands from her breasts, guided them above my head,
and then grasped them tightly, and held them against the
mattress.  Suddenly and swiftly, she moved up and placed her
pussy on my mouth.  I closed my mouth and she ground her pubic
area into my lips, causing me to open my mouth rather than suffer
the pain of my lips being pressed against my teeth.  The mixture
of our juices trickled out of her womanhood onto my face and
mouth.  I acquiesced and stimulated her with my mouth and she
climaxed again.

After a shower we went to dinner and talked about a multitude of
things, with the exception of her plans for the future.  I
resolved to myself to ask her when a decent opportunity arose.

Crystal went home for the night and left her things at my place,
returning the next afternoon.  She wore a yellow dress, white
socks and sandals.  

One of the first things she said when she walked in the door was
that she'd like to give me a caning, and asked if I'd let her. 
Of course I said yes, and she told me to remove all my clothes
and bend over the back of the sofa.  When I was prepared, she
admonished me to remember that I was doing this for her and that
she wanted me to keep as still and as quiet as possible.

Crystal proceeded to administer a very severe caning that
afternoon.  I struggled mightily to be still, although after the
first ten or so strokes, I kicked or writhed each time I felt the
striating punishment.  I struggled mightily to be quiet, although
most of the strokes evoked a raucous "Uhh!" or "Oww!".  I
desperately wanted to plead with her, to tell her "no more,
please stop."   She whipped and whipped, pausing twice to finger
herself to orgasm.

She put the cane down, led me to the bedroom, and had me lay face
down on the bed while I recovered.  She was still clothed except
for panties, which she had removed prior to my caning.  When the
immediate pain subsided, she pulled me on top of her and got me
aroused, and after some sweet and tender touching, invited me in.

Later at dinner I got the chance to ask Crystal about her plans.

"I'm looking for ideas," she started.  "I've gone to look at a
few clinic type of places, and I think I'd get bored - there's
not the variety that there was at Kimberwillow."

I asked her what she liked best about working at Kimberwillow.

"I liked giving canings and strappings the best; also I liked
giving enemas to some of the clients, particularly the punishment
kind.  I liked sessions where I was the only one running the
show.  Maybe I should work at a place that just does domination,
but I might get bored there too.  The variety was great, but the
workload was intense too, and I want to do everything just
right."

Something didn't seem quite right with why she left so suddenly. 
"What else?" I pressed.  "What's the real reason that you left? 
Is it Lynn"

I looked at her directly.

Crystal knew that I knew something was missing.

She reached over and grasped my hand, and sighed deeply.

"Rick," she said, "You know that I wanted a lover who won't run
away if I want to spank him.  I told you things like that at that
session at Kimberwillow, remember?"

"Yes... and...?"

"Well, I wanted that lover to be you.  I mean, I felt the
chemistry between us at that session, and I couldn't see you as
long as I still worked there.  So I took a big chance, and I also
arranged some things to make this happen."

I was touched by her revelation.  I had no idea.

Crystal continued, "I don't know why you're surprised.  The way
you respond to me says a lot more than words can.  Still, I need
to do something about a livelihood.  Tell me if you have any
ideas."

I tightened my grip on her hand, and looked into her eyes.  There
was a look in those eyes that I wanted to see a lot of, and
frequently.

I had some ideas.

(to be continued)

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