The greenhouse set some fifty feet back from the main house, but one could easily walk between the two, shielded from inclement weather by a long, accurate, green awning mounted atop a series of poles and ribs which straddled a grey slate walkway.

For a residence the greenhouse was unusually large, it having been built by a subcontractor to Lowes and Home Depot. It was the pride and joy of Rod and Loni Butts who lived in the red brick mansion that they pompously called Butts Manor. "The Butt's manor? Oh yes, it's down on Fig Lane. It's down at the end of the street. Can't miss it 'cause the street is a dead end."

The street sign at the entrance did indeed give warning of that: "DEAD END - NO OUTLET." Ironically, the Butts' greenhouse was devoted to just that, as its number one line of products were those specifically developed to plug up and torment the rear ends of boys and girls, a technique known to the sexually enlightened as figging.

Loni Butts had made her way through nursing school with the financial assistance and obligation to serve in the army upon her graduation and becoming an RN. She was initially assigned to the mammoth Landstuhl Medical Center in Germany where she worked in pediatric care for service families. From there she was transferred to The Royal Victorian Hospital near Southampton.

It was during those early years that she was exposed to the discipline techniques that were employed by Germans and the Brits upon children as many service men and women were married to locals. There she had been invited to witness the strappings and canings of preteens and teens. She found it strange that she had developed a fetish for the physical punishment of adolescents when her vocation was just the opposite - that of nursing and caring. She attributed it to her simply being surrounded by them, much as members of the cloth came to abusing young members of their flock.

From witness she moved to participant. Whereas in the states a parent might threaten a child with the boogeyman, over there many threatened their child with her: "Shall I send for Nurse Loni - the American?"

"Oh no; please; not her; not the American. I'll behave; I'll be good."

It was only a matter of time before the rumor mill began to churn. The army was hearing things about her, disturbing things. Seeing the writing on the wall Captain Loni Strut decided to end her active duty career and to go into the reserves. The army gave a sigh of relieve and readily agreed.

Back home she found her services in great demand. She could virtually write her own ticket. She chose to work at a half-way house for delinquents where she took full advantage of the girls and boys being on probation. One crossed a member of the staff there at one's own peril of being returned to the reformatory. So when she began to "treat" some of the kids with a twenty minute figging with a root of ginger lodged in their ass, they accepted it. The nurse knew best.

One thing leads to another. Loni moved out of her apartment into a cabin on the lake that was mostly rented out only in the summer. Its owner was delighted to sign her up to a six month lease out of season. She moved in. Three days later she signed out with a nine year old boy by the name of Jesse for an overnight stay with her. Part of her reasoning for selecting him was that he was right on the verge of being returned to the reformatory, and he knew it. At the cabin she would be able finally to put one of the rattan canes she had bought to use, in addition to a good figging.

"Now Jesse, I have brought you out here for the night for punishment, you understand."

"Yes, Miss Loni."

"You are this close to being returned to the reformatory. The house has asked me to give you a sound beating which they prefer not done there. This is why you are here this evening with me so that your whipping is private and not overheard."

"Yes ma'am. I understand."

"Good. Then we'll get started. Do you know what this is?"

"A whipping cane?"

"Exactly right. It's a rattan cane that is used on boys nine through eleven. I will be administering it to you on your bare butt. Just how many and how severe will depend partially upon how well you take them. You are a juvenile, an undisciplined delinquent which is in dire need of a lesion in self-discipline. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, nurse."

"As a nurse I treat and nurse your body when it is sick. In the same way I treat and nurse your mind which controls your behavior when it is sick, as in your case. So you can consider the cane as a medical device - of sorts."

"Yes, nurse."

Loni took a seat in a straight back chair and had the boy stand in front of her. She took off his trousers and then his briefs. She examined his little pecker and balls for a minute as the boy stood there, blushing. Then she had him turn around, spread his legs and spread his ass cheeks. More examination followed.

"Now I want you to bend over and grab hold of your ankles. Each time I give you a stroke of the cane you are to say "Thank you, Nurse Loni." That is the only thing I want to hear. Understand?"

The boy nodded.

Nurse Loni took one step back and then delivered the first blow that little Johnny had ever received from a cane.

At first he only sensed the sound of the swish followed by the sound of the thwick and the feel of the force applied to his butt. Just he was about to utter his words of appreciation he felt a firry line beginning to form. His words of thanks were cut off by his gasping and shock.

"As I recall you were to thank me, Jesse. With no words of appreciation out of you, I'm afraid I shall have to repeat that stroke. You will find that most unfortunate because it will be applied right atop that first one which won't count. Are you ready?"

No response as the boy tried to comprehend and maintain his grip on his ankles.

Loni put the cane softly on the fresh tramline. She gave it several light taps. Jesse clinched his cheeks. Another blow followed just as Loni said it would, by and large right atop the first one. She reasoned that it wasn't really a double since the first one hadn't counted: It hadn't existed.

Jesse screeched, jumped up and grabbed his flaming ass cheeks. Loni returned to her seat and watched the spectacle in satisfaction. A caning never failed to arouse her. It was the one thing in life that she had come to count on after death and taxes.

"Jesse, you are off to a terrible start. Now I shall have to give you another one right on top of those first two. What a pity because a triple really does hurt, as you are about to learn first-hand"

"Oh please, not there again. I'll behave; I'll stay down. Please!

It had only taken two cuts to break him, though Loni. I must be good.

The third was delivered below the double tramline that was already darkening and starting to rise as a welt, but the boy had clinched his cheeks.

Ever so slowly the boy spoke from his bent-down position: "Thank you, Nurse Loni."

"It's about time that you did. But you clinched. No clinching."

"Splat." The fourth one struck home, as the boy clinched, finding its way between the double and single.

"Thank you, Nurse Loni."

"What did I just tell you?"

"Ugh - - - ugh - - - not to clinch."

Being well prepared, she had the boy come and lay across her lap after she had resumed her seat with a freshly prepared ginger root in hand. She ran her fingers gingerly over the double welt that had now formed and was continuing to rise and then over the two most recent.

"Spread you cheeks."

She inserted smooth, wet-slick root into the boy's ass until his sphincter grabbed the shallow, annular groove near its end. "This will help you not to clinch. I hope you appreciate all this trouble I am having to go through. Now get back into position, if you please."

Jesse stood up and resumed his bent-over position with his hands gripping his spread-apart ankles which forced his knees to bend.

Loni looked at the yellow butt end of the ginger root protruding out of the boy's caned ass. She tapped the cane gently on the double welt. Immediately his ass cheeks clinched which forced ginger juices into his rectal walls. The hot, burning sensation from that caused him to unclench.

Again she gently tapped the cane on the double welt. His cheeks began to clinch - only to unclench upon feeling the ginger juice again to flow into his rectum. Once more she tapped the double welt. Jesse found himself in a terrible dilemma: Clinch and burn, or unclench and render his ass cheeks so exposed and vulnerable to the next strike of the cane. When his fifth cut was delivered his ass cheeks were thrown into a state of clinch flutter.

As Nurse Loni continued on with Jesse's "mental therapy," the boy soon lost the ability to maintain position as the junior cane trashed away. She had him move to the chair, lie across the seat and grip the legs. With that done she resumed the caning.

She watched with unbridled delight as his ass cheeks tried to clinch, only to unclench as his rectum clinched the ginger root. His ass cheeks were fluttering as if they were wings of a bird on high. No; more like a wounded little bird with one wing fluttering about on the ground. This fluttering caused the yellow ginger butt to flash on and off as it was hidden and unhidden, only to be hidden again. It brought to mind a flashing caution traffic light at a four-way intersection. She continued on until the entire area was covered by marks with the boy whimpering and just a wisp of his former self.

Though Loni enjoyed it, and the thought of what lay ahead when she bedded the lad after supper, but her enjoyment could not be termed thorough. Something was missing and she realized what it was. There was no one else to share this experience with. There was no man or other woman, for that matter, here sharing.

Later, with the boy naked in bed beside her for the night she would, hopefully, enjoy his inexperienced work on her privates, and definitely enjoy caressing the welts over his stricken ass interspersed with occasional spanks, but still she needed an adult, preferable a tall, dark and handsome one. Suddenly she appreciated how lonesome the cabin really was.

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As the reader might expect, that man was Rod Butts.

Rod Butts came from a long line of Butts. As a child he naturally was the butt of many a taunt. His older brother and he were referred to as "Big Butt" and "Little Butt." But today no one in their right mind would call him Little Butt to his face as he stood six foot one at one hundred ninety pounds.

Having been the butt of childhood taunts was no doubt the genesis of his fetish desire to torment kids, both girls and boys. Early on he satisfied his fetish desire by jacking off to pictures and drawings of adolescents being spanked in magazines and videos. Had the internet existed back then he might have remaining a mere voyeur, but it didn't. Thus it was that he sought active participation. Being around preteens and teens was obviously the gateway, outside of incest, but he was a bachelor.

He considered his options. Where was the supply, he asked himself. There was school, of course, but he wasn't a teacher and didn't have the education to become one. There were churches with their Sunday schools and summer camps. He drew another blank. There were the boy scouts with their counselors. Perhaps. Sports? Nah. Hang around playgrounds and the cops would be called.

Rod had a small lawn care business. One evening at closing it came to light that a work crew had left a leaf blower over at a cabin at the lake. Since it wasn't much out of the way home for him, he decided to pick it. Upon walking through the woods down the drive in the fading twilight he detected the muffled sound of a kid crying out. One look through a window and his quest was at an end. There was Loni caning a boy and it clearly was not being done as mere domestic punishment. No, she was taking her time with it with unabashed lust.

Rod caught sight of the leaf blower but instead of retrieving it rang the doorbell. Loni was startled. She rushed the kid into the next room and stood behind the front door trying to regain her composure and hoping that the caller would leave. The doorbell rang again.

"Who is it?"

"Rod Butts from the lawn service. My crew forgot the leaf blower this afternoon.

Loni recalled hearing the incessant noise of the blower from a couple of hours ago. She relaxed.

"No problem. Go ahead and get it."

"I need some light, ma'am."

Loni opened the door. This man wasn't any worker. Not only that, he was a looker with a sweet and respectful smile on his face.

"You must be the owner of the service."

"I am indeed. As I said, I'm Rod Butts.

"Well now, Mr. Butts, I'm Loni.

"Might I trouble you for a glass of water, Miss Loni? I've got a headache and aspirin, but no water."

"No problem. Do come in."

Rod followed Loni into the kitchen where he took his aspirin and drank. Loni noticed with confirmation that Mr. Handsome did indeed have an aspirin.

"I take it that his dad is not home yet."

"I'm sorry; what did you say?"

"The boy's dad; that was a boy being spanked that I heard, wasn't it?"

"Oh, so you heard."

"There's no mistaking the sound of a caning. No ma'am. There's none other like it."

"You are familiar with canings?"

"Oh yes. I know we're strangers but that is my own personal fetish. I enjoy seeing kids get the cane. Yes ma'am; I sure enjoy it."

"Do you cane kids yourself?"

"Whenever given the opportunity, I do. Unfortunately, those opportunities are few and far between."

"I see. I find that quite interesting, Mister Butts. You see, I'm a nurse.

"Ah, a nurse. Where do you nurse?"

"At a halfway house for juvenile delinquents."

"I bet that kid I heard doesn't particularly care for your - your nursing."

"Jesse; no, I guess not."

They both laughed.

"How about something a tad bit stronger than water, Mr. Rod Butts?"

"Don't mind if I do, Miss Loni. Bourbon and branch, if you have some."

"It just so happens that I have an old bottle of Wild Turkey that's in need of dusting off. But you do have to tell me more about this fetish of yours. I think we have something in common here."

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And so it came to pass that Rod and Loni became an item. They joined forces to live happily ever after tormenting juveniles, both boys and girls, from eight to eighteen. But their liaison went far beyond being mere fetish satisfaction - an avocation; it became a vocation in its own right, a money making, true life vocation.

You see, Loni introduced Rod to figging - a mostly European thing. That was right down, shall we say, his alley, for it tied in to his horticultural endeavors. Rod purchased the house on Fig Lane and called it The Manor. To it he added the greenhouse and wrote the cost off on his taxes. After all, his was in the lawn care and landscaping business.

Within the greenhouse he established a herb section that was initially devoted to ginger planted in rich soil in warm, partial shade. His vegetable section had problano chili peppers and jalapeno peppers in a warm, sunlit area. Later he added some daikon radishes. The rear of the greenhouse had a high glass ceiling. It was there where he planted his rattan and bamboo. As for carrots, tomatoes, onions and parsley, they were all lumped together in a small area for domestic consumption, which is not to say that they were in any way neglected for Rod was big into home cooking and good eating.

Rod's initial marketing of his figging plants was in the form of on-line ads of his own and in association with established suppliers of whipping canes. "Tired of having your sub clinch under the cane? Problem solved by figging. Ginger roots, jalapeno and problano peppers and daikon radishes prepared with the most tender-loving and caring hands are available for shipment from The Manor, ready for immediate use. Free catalog available."

By damn if his business didn't take off. As they say, sex sells. And so did his frigging figging products. You see when the interested went to try it out on their own, they found that ginger hands, as they are called, weren't available at their grocery for they had already been cut. One had to find an oriental grocery and few places had such. Those who placed orders were delighted with the quality of the product what with the roots arriving cool and fresh in Styrofoam containers, cut, shaped and smoothed to perfection, ready for use. They were like a fine Havana cigar. And when a domestic manufacture of canes became his customer for his rattan and bamboo, business was good enough for him to sell his lawn care business and concentrate on his passion.

Not to leave Loni out he had her "work" in his research and development department. That was an easy sell, what with her available supply of test subjects. Their R and D department was where they practiced their labors of love in tormenting delinquent adolescents. Rod toyed with the idea of applying to the National Institutes of Health (NIH) for a research grant, but decided not to do so when Loni told him that the head of the halfway house where she worked had come to unofficial support her involvement with the Butts Research Center - the one at The Manor down on Butts Lane. By damn if the kids didn't straighten out after a visit there. And the mere threat brought about yet more improvement in these young thieves, burglars, dopees, gang members, roughens and the occasional pervert.

Case Study - Johnny

Johnny was given a tour of the Greenhouse upon his arrival at The Manor under the escort of Nurse Loni wearing her white uniform and cap with a green cross emblem. Rod, who was wearing doctor's green scrubs, explained to the 12 year old lad how they were engaged in medical science work on behalf of a pharmaceutical company that produced suppositories. Yes, he had heard of suppositories. He explained that there had been some complaints that certain medicinal ones had the adverse side effect of stinging at tad, and that they were trying to solve this problem with their research and development program.

Johnny was surprised when later led down to the basement to the clinic which was well lit by fluorescent lamps in the acoustical paneled ceiling. Center stage was the device upon which the test subject would be mounted during testing. It had a height and attitude adjustable, split pad upon which the subject's stomach would be supported, and a height-adjustable cup for the chin, much like one used for an eye examination to keep the face positioned looking straight ahead. Below and straddling the stomach pads were two elbow cups and wrist restraints. Within reach of one wrist restraint was a panel with three buttons. It also had two adjustable foot stirrups, with restraints.

Doctor Butt explained to Johnny that he would be grading and ranking the several suppository plants that he had seen for himself growing in the greenhouse. This would be done with the panel buttons. Pleasant sensations were to be displayed in green on a light panel that had a row of ten small lights. Unpleasant sensations would be displayed in red on another row. Thus a very mild pleasant sensation would be shown by one green light. A wonderful sensation could be shown by the illumination of up to ten lights. The converse would be shown by the red lights in the event the sensation was unpleasant. The three buttons were for up and down and red/green selection.

Johnny was so eager to participate that he asked if they could go on and get started now. With a knowing wink between the two, Rod and Loni agreed. He didn't ask about the enema bags that were suspended from three mobile stands nor about the panel on which various paddles, straps and canes were hung. Those must be for someone being punished, he reasoned.

After stripping down to his shoes and socks Nurse Loni helped the boy into position. Down on the pad he went. Loni secured the wrist restraints and placed him chin in the chin cup at a comfortable height where he could easily see the panel lights. Right away he went to playing with the panel lights. "Neat; this is so neat." And while he played with the buttons Doctor Rod secured his feet in the stirrups without Johnny hardly giving any notice. Little did he appreciate that he was now virtually immobilized. The good doctor and nurse were now in charge of his bodily position and reposition.

Loni took a seat further beyond the light panel with a clipboard and pen in hand, much like a psychiatrist. "You're 12, right Johnny?"

"That's right."

"Caucasian."

"Huh?"

"White. You're a white boy, at far as you know."

"I'd better be."

"Any derma logical or gastrointestinal disorder history?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

"I'm going to check your blood pressure and pulse rate now." She did so.

"Good. Okay doctor, I think we're ready to proceed."

Rod inserted a radish into the boy's rectum. Johnny momentarily jumped a tad at the strange feeling of insertion. Loni could see the boy concentrating. Then he began to smile.

"It's beginning to tickle."

"Then push a button."

He pushed a level one green and then increased it to two and then to three.

"Now it's beginning to itch." The sensation level remained at green three.

"Now it's really itching." The panel went to four only to return to level three.

"I need to scratch."

Down the panel lights went to a level one and then to neutral. Now he starting cycling: red one; red two; green one; green two. The boy couldn't decide if he liked it or not. Loni pretended to take notes which the good doctor pretended to read. He then extracted the root, gave his a douche and applied suction. The preliminaries had now been dispensed with.

Next up was a five inch, freshly prepared ginger root that had a shallow, annular grove carved in it an inch from its butt end. In it went. A moment later a single red light appeared as the boy manipulated the control buttons. Then up to level three and on to four.

"I see that you care for this one, Johnny," said Loni.

"It's stinging me - stinging me bad. What is it?"

"We can't tell you that, Johnny; we have to keep this scientifically objective, you see," said Rod.

"You better take it out. It's stinging - stinging, bad."

"We can't do that either for that would ruin the test, don't you see. But remember, bad is good and good is bad. Good means good - that it is burning and the buttocks will not want to clinch.

"You mean I should push green if it burning me bad?"

"You mean burning you good?"

"I don't know what I mean."

"Well I can't help you in that department. I'm not a mental doctor, but let me try to explain it this way.

"Bio materials, like that which is now up your ass, have an important use. You see, when boys and girls are punished, you know, spanked or strapped or caned or such, as I mentioned earlier they tend to clinch their ass cheeks to harden them and lessen the pain. This is only natural for leaving the cheeks all relaxed and soft is an invitation for the rod or whatever to hurt more as it strikes. Tightening up those cheeks protects reduces the pain. No one wants that, of course, because the whole purpose of caning is punishment- to inflict pain. Right? Of course that's right.

"Well fortunately science has discovered that inserting certain organic substances into the ass serves to minimize clinching. It's call 'figging.' Our work here at the clinic is to develop this art - to improve upon it - to seek out the right suppository for a particular miscreant. We even tailor them - you know - write prescriptions specific to the needs of a particular child or teen. Little Tommy may need a ginger root while little Susie a jalapeno to prevent clinching. Some may only need three inches up their colon while others may require a full five. Both writing and filling prescriptions is part of our work here, as is our examinations and testings of individual children and adolescents. In that aspect we are sort of like a diagnostic clinic.

Johnny was no longer following Rod's rambling gibberish. Not only did he not understands many of the words but his mind was focused on the fire he felt in his ass as the juices of the ginger root were absorbed into his rectal walls. The light panel reflected that as it now read a level six - red.

"Of course to perform a full and complete study we must place you under the actual circumstances; under carefully controlled clinical conditions. So before the root now lodged in your ass starts to lose its potency - which it will shortly, we must now proceed to cane you. Unfortunately, all medical scientific research is not free of pain, you know. But as it is said, no pain - no gain. I'm sure you understand."

That said, the contraption upon which he was secured began to reconfigure. The pad, which actually was two pads placed end to end, went from a totally flat position of one have a flat and level section for the chest and an angled down on for the butt.

Doctor Butts laid the four foot rattan cane across the center of the boy's ass which, at a 45 degree angle, presented a perfect target. Feeling that on his cool naked skin, he clinched his ass cheeks. Suspected that, Rod added to the clinch by squeezing his uplifted little rump. Juices from the ginger root were now forced under pressures into his rectum. The stinging sharply increased and then transformed into a hot burning as a horrid morphallaxis.

Johnny screeched and hit the red up button and hit it again. He looked for relief to see that help was coming by looking at the light panel. All he saw however was a blank, back angled view of it as Loni had now rotated it. She watched with a smile as she saw that all ten red lights were now burning as Johnny continued to press the red up button - to no avail. He was maxed out.

The good doctor smiled back at Loni and released his strong squeeze to end the boy's screeching. Again he placed the cane on the well-presented ass cheeks. Johnny gave a brief clinch but quickly released it, leaving his ass relaxed and totally vulnerable to the cane. Down came the cane, forcefully.

At first Johnny didn't totally comprehend just what had happened. That moment quickly passed as he felt a line of pain take form across the center of his ass. His pulse raced and his breathing quickened, but he did not scream. This wasn't the first time he had been caned.

As he felt that line of pain turning into a fire line he felt the cane placed just below it. Then gently the cane moved back and forth along a line parallel the fire line. He clinched. Ginger juices flowed. He unclenched. The cane struck precisely on the targeted line with force. Again he held back a scream and used the now-useless button for an outlet.

"Nicely done, doctor. The subject has indicated an unpleasant sensation by illuminating a red light." Off course Loni was actually seeing the maximum ten red lights lit.

"Why thank you, nurse. Interesting. Make a notation."

"NO; I'm trying to hit more red - more red. I CAN'T STAND IT."

"Well, son," quietly explained the good doctor, "there is a bit of lag time. We don't want you making any quick jumps to conclusions. We need deliberation and thoughtful judgment on your part before you increase or decrease the level of pleasantness or unpleasantness you think you are feeling. Does the panel now show a red level above a level one, nurse?"

"Yes, doctor; we are now above the level one."

"ONE? ARE YOU CRAZY? THIS IS HORRIBLE."

"Now, now, son; you can't fool an old pro like me. Those two strokes have been quite moderate. Besides, I'm more interested in the sensation you are feeling from the root rather than sensation from just an common old cane. Tell the nurse exactly what the feel from it is now, for her research notes."

"I can't tell. It's the outside of my ass that is burning up; not the inside."

"I see. Then it must not be working very well if you can't even feel it. How about now?" Rod squeezed the boy's ass cheeks and held the squeeze.

"I feel it now. It's burning. Now I'm burning inside and out. Let go; let go. Pleaseeeeeeeee!

Rod released his grip. The tram line from the first stroke had now turned from a bright to a dark red and was beginning to rise to form a track welt. Just below it the second tram line was glowing red. He lined up the cane for a third stroke just beneath the second. Johnny clinched and held the clinch. Apparently he feared the coming cane stroke more than the ginger. To Rod's amusement the boy couldn't hold the clinch. The fire in his colon was just too great.

The third stroke was delivered with more power just after the ass cheeks had relaxed. The boy lifted his head out of and above the cup and shock it from side to side as he mouthed a guttural "NO!" His ass bounced side to side and up and down as much as his restraints permitted. His thighs and legs also quivered and tossed about as much as their restraints permitted. He was in abject agony.

Rod let the boy calm before he spoke.

"You appear to be experiencing quite a bit of discomfort now, Johnny. Does the panel show a level two - red - yet, nurse?"

"Level two, doctor? Yes, we are now above the level two.

Johnny couldn't believe what he was hearing. Level two? That had to be modest "discomfort." What would he have to feel for all those higher level? Good God; that was unimaginable.

"Let me take a look. Better still, let's trade places, nurse. I would like a better view of the youth's facial expressions - for my report. However, being of the weaker gender, you will have to put your weight into your strokes for them to match mine. The test needs to maintain a common base line, you understand. And boy, get your head back down into the chin cup and stop acting like a sissy."

"I understand, doctor," said Loni as she passed by Rod and silently exchanged a high-five and a kiss, outside of the subject's view, of course. You see, their erotic enjoyment was not only mutual; it was almost of equal value.

Loni looked with abject delight at Johnny's raised ass and the three tramlines in their several degrees of maturity. As she lovingly caressed them Johnny clinched. She watched as his clinching flickered. From tender caressing she moved to squeezing, and to holding the squeeze. She delighted in seeing the boy's reaction, just as Rod had. Then she proceeded further - to caressing the four foot cane and giving it a loving kiss.

From there it was on to bending the flexible cane and then to swishing it over and over through the room air. From whatever relief the boy had had in seeing the nurse take over the caning role, that was now gone. Vanished. The high pitch of the swishing sound meant that it was cutting the air at high speeds.

"How about here, Johnny? What do you think? Would you like it here?"

"Do you have to? Isn't that enough?"

"Oh no, Johnny. You must be kidding. Three strokes is hardly a sufficient sample.," said Rod. "We must continue, although I know it is uncomfortable for you. After all, the next few are only coming from my nurse assistant."

The next few? From the nurse who is behind me swishing the cane back and forth? Oh God, he thought.

"Swish. THWICK!!!"

"AAAAHHHHHHH!"

"Wasn't that where you wanted it, Johnny? Oh that's right; you never answered my question, did you. Should I repeat it there?" Before the boy could mentally process the question and much else frame a response, Loni delivered another cut that equaled any of the others. The kid screamed as tears flooded his eyes and rained down his cheeks and into the chin cup. His breathing became labored and snot started to ooze out of his nose, making for a mess.

"Johnny, I am not getting your cooperation," said the good doctor. "You are supposed to describe the sensation that you are feeling in your rectum. I am not getting that from you. All you seem to be interested in is the matter of the simple caning. That is merely establishing the clinical environment for this series of tests. Can't you understand? It's not that difficult.

Johnny understood that as about as much as he understood Bulgarian.

"I don't feel much in there because all I feel is the cane, sir doctor. If she lets up I could feel my inside better."

"Well of course you would but that information would be useless for the customer who buys our products to prevent clinching under the care. I simply cannot understand why you don't understand. Anyway, I think we are ready for the next sample nurse, but his colon needs to be cleansed first to dispense with the remains of Sample Two. I'll mark the last one as a level three-plus."

"Certainly, doctor."

With that she unstrapped the boy and took him into the bathroom where she gave him a soapy enema.

Rod watched lustfully as the boy was returned to the testing apparatus. Loni gestured for him to remount. With tears still running he looked at the device and meekly at Rod and Loni. He lowered his head and mumbled a timid, pleading "please."

"Come on boy; up you go. I'm beginning to get hungry. You like fried chicken, don't you? But work before pleasure, you know."

With his arms and hands trembling Johnny slowly remounted and was quickly cuffed into place. Loni inserted a problano pepper. "Now describe what you feel," instructed Rod.

"I - I - I feel something in my butt; something big."

"And?"

"Well I think it's beginning to sting a little."

Rod, who was sitting in the chair now closer to the boy's face nodded to Loni as he gestured a squeeze. Loni squeezed the 12 year-old's ass cheeks tightly and held his butt as it compressed the mild pepper.

"It's stinging more now. It's burning."

"Good. Please proceed, nurse."

"How about here, Johnny," she asked as she laid the cane across the top of his thighs and moved it back and forth as if sawing.

Johnny felt relief - it wasn't to be on his burning ass. "Oh yes."

"So you would like this one here?"

"Oh yes, please ma'am. Thank you ma'am."

Loni hauled off and delivered a vicious blow right where she had indicated.

At first the boy felt nothing but the force which was absorbed by his thighs as the kinetic energy was dissipated. Then the line of fire formed as if he had been struck by a hot wire.

"AAAAAhhhhhhhhh! Oh God."

"What's the problem here, son? Wasn't it where you wanted," asked Rod.

"Oh no; please no more." Johnny now realized how wrong he had been in thinking that his thighs would hurt less.

"But Johnny, that's where you asked for it, wasn't it? Was I wrong," quietly asked Loni with a smile and a wink to Rod. "Wasn't that where you requested?"

"Was there a clinch, nurse?"

"Very little, doctor."

"I see. Now tell me what sensation you are feeling inside your bowels now, boy."

"Inside? It's not any inside - it's my legs."

"So inside you would rank the sensation as 'mild,' "

No response. Nothing about any of this was mild.

"I think we are off target on the legs, what with the sample being in the rectum. Return to his buttocks please, nurse."

Loni moved upward to the crease where thighs and butt meet. It was still virgin. She gave several hand spanks to the boy's well caned ass which sent emergency signals to Johnny's brain. The spanks hurt and that was where the next strokes of the cane were to land. But to his perceived relief Loni placed the cane just below that area along the crease. Johnny breathed easier.

Loni stood back a couple of paces and sighted her target which, with his ass at a forty-five degree angle, presented the crease perfectly. There awaiting her next cut was the boy's uplifted ass with five well defined tramlines and the plug end of the pepper sticking out. Below that was the fresh fire line on the thighs. She sprang forward like a cat and delivered a vicious blow right in the crease. The boy screeched like a cat right into Rod's face that was closely studying his reaction as he felt his cock hardened and harden, further. Rod's rod was rampant to ram. Loni watched to see the fiery tramline appear exactly along the crease. Good but I'm good at this, she thought.

"I believe we have one more specimen sample to test. Right, nurse?"

"Correct, doctor."

"Please make the exchange."

Loni pulled out the problano pepper and inserted a jalapeno pepper. Though both were peppers, the comparison ended there. The problano was no problamo; the jalapeno was the devil incarnated in a vegetable. It was akin to a solar flare when its juices were released into rectal tissues.

"Loni, please exchange places, if you don't mind."

Loni did mind but had to hide her disappointment. She had planned to deliver a backhander next. But they were a loving couple and as such had to share.

She handed the cane to Rod and took a seat with her face just inches away from the boy's face with all its streaks of tears and snot and with his chin still in the cup. Johnny looked up at her helplessly through his tears. She gave his a wide, silent, facetious smile in return.

Rod surveyed his prey. There offered up to his care was the 12 year-old's ass with five tramlines and with one fresh and angry one in his crease, plus the one on his thighs. The jalapeno appeared as a budding beacon - a siren's call. Come -come; I'm here at your disposal. Bust my ass; bust it good. Goddamn if life wasn't good. "Recite your sensation to the nurse, Johnny. And nurse, record this as test sample number four."

"Yes, doctor."

"I - I - I think this one is hotter than the other. Yes, much hotter."

Loni pretended to make a notation.

"How about now," Rod asked as he squeezed the boy's battered buttocks onto the jalapeno - and held his squeeze.

"Oh no. OH NO. IT'S BURNING. TAKE IT OUT!!!"

"So you would judge this sample as not quite as mild as the last," he asked facetiously as he continued to squeeze and exchange lustful looks with Loni as she sat there supposedly taking copious notes.

"PLEASE! OUT OUT OUT OUT! I'M BURNING; BURNING!!!

"Nurse, please note that the subject expresses some level of discomfort."

"Yes, doctor."

Rod released his grip and stood back as the boy frantic cries for help tapered off, now that the squeeze had ended. He took three steps back and ran up with the cane high over his shoulders and delivered a truly vicious blow diagonally across the boy's ass. The boy howled as his head vibrated in the chin cup and his body shook from head to toe in abject agony. And while that was still in play Rod took three steps back again, made another run-up and delivered a crippling blow with his backhand that diagonally crossed the other to form a perfect X. The howling and screaming and shaking would have increased had there been any more room for an increase. There wasn't.

Loni caressed Johnny face as his screaming tapered and tears mixed with snot streamed down like a waterfall into the chin cup basin.

Rod looked with satisfaction at his handiwork. Slowly the boy's frantic cries came to a halt. Rod took a firm grip on the boy's stricken ass and squeezed and squeezed. The screeching and frantic shaking resumed.

It was a full minute before Johnny managed to regain control. Then he heard the good doctor speak.

"Make a note that the subject expressed a significant degree of discomfort."

"Yes, doctor."

"Johnny, I am sure you will be pleased to learn that that was the last sample from the greenhouse to be tested today. All that remains to be done is to cleanse your colon. And then on to that fried chicken! I know that I've worked up an appetite with all this research work." Only it was a different species of chicken that Rod had in mind yet to finish frying before dinner.

Loni extracted this jalapeno, released the boy, had him dismount and took him into the bathroom where she gave him a soapy enema. She waited until he was almost finished voiding before she put that to a stop with a butt plug. She explained.

"Johnny, we need to scrub the inside of your bottom. That why you still have a bit of soapy water left - for the scrubber." That made sense, he thought. Get it good and clean and totally rid of those wicked things - those plants - those sardonic implants.

Quickly he remounted for he wanted this good and over with. He was surprised when she put restraints again about his shoes. That wasn't necessary, he thought; not for just a little scrubbing. However, he was relieved when she left his hands unrestrained.

"Johnny, this here is what I'll use to scrub." She showed him a strap-on dildo. "As you can see it doesn't have any bristles but is smooth except for these little ribs here."

"You mean you're going to scrub my inside?"

"That is what I just told you, but you relax. The doctor is going to sit here in front of you. I want you to put your hands around his neck. Who knows: maybe he'll reward you with some nice kisses. Wouldn't that be great? If he does be sure and kiss him back just as he kisses you. You don't want to be rude or impolite after all the work he has done."

"No ma'am."

"Not with all the attention he has given you. My but aren't you the lucky one."

"No ma'am; I mean yes ma'am; I mean no ma'am. I don't know what I mean, ma'am."

With the push of a button the device rotated forty-five degrees bringing its configuration to an upside-down L. Rod helped Loni strap on the ribbed dildo. Once she was in position to start her dildo-fucking of the boy, Rod pulled out the butt plug. This released a bit of soapy ass water onto the dildo which Loni had put to his anus the moment the plug was out of the way. The soapy water lubricated it as she thrust it in a couple of inches.

Rod and Loni put their arms around each other and looked at the boy's butt with its multiple welts, including the final X which was the most pronounced. The X had no center, of course, as that was where the cleft was between his two ass cheeks. After Rod had applied the X the jalapeno butt had almost filled in to complete the X, however it was slightly below that spatial point.

To Rod's amusement and delight Loni gave several thrust with her hips. Following one last kiss Rod went around the boy and sat down with his face right in front of the boy's face. He lifted the kid's arms whereupon Johnny, recalling Loni's instructions, put his hands around Rod's neck and interlocked his hands.

Loni grabbed the boy's ass cheeks where two purple welts had formed and began to fuck, ramming the full length of the dildo again and again into his rectum. This was desirable, at least for her, as the dildo had a female stimulator. Rod looked up at Loni's face to see it already flush with lust.

"Give him a good scrub-down, nurse. We want him good and clean, don't we," he asked the boy. The boy had a different want. What he wanted was for the viciously thrusting in and out of his bowels to end. "Well, don't we?"

Johnny unclasped his hands from behind and flew back behind him to ward off the rapid fire intrusion. Rod grabbed and replaced them in short order.

"Cleanliness is next to Godliness. Don't you know that Johnny?"

All Johnny knew was that he wanted to be cleansed of that ramming piston.

Loni reached her climax as her head fell back and her mouth opened wide. The steam engine cyclic thrusting ended. Well, it didn't quite end for once she had caught her breath and control, the engine ever so slowly restarted.

Once again her rhythmic churning returned. Damn if she wasn't off to the races again! Women; what a quick recovery time some had under the right, clinically controlled conditions.

Once Loni came again Rod excused himself to check on her, giving Johnny a friendly ruffling of his hair in passing.

Now spent, Loni withdrew the dildo. That was so quickly replaced by Rod's hardened cock that the boy didn't realize it.

The steam engine restarted as he fucked away into the boy's ass without the lad clearly appreciating the fact that it was a human organ that was now pumping away in his bowels instead of that dildo which Loni had showed him.

Loni walked around in front of the boy and pushed the chair aside. She stood right close in front of him with his tear and snot face still held by the chin cup. With the erect dildo still strapped on and began to do gyrations that would easily match those of any night club stripper.

Johnny looked at the gyrating and thrusting dildo there right in front of his face in amazement. So that is why the scrubber had had those straps attached. Now he understood: The nurse had been fucking him! And yet he was still being fucked. His mind returned to his rear to feel the good doctor gripping his ass as if his life depended upon his hold. He felt Rod's naked belly pounding his cheeks with each thrust of the scrubber. The scrubber was his cock, he now realized. He had put two and two together at last. Slow learner.

Loni saw the boy's facial expression change with this revelation. She swung the chin cup to one side and when he opened his mouth wide, Loni took advantage of the occasion by inserted the dildo.

Now both members of the doctor-nurse team fucked away looking at each other as the boy's arms and hands flailed about reaching for anything but grabbing nothing but empty air. To the contrary Rod's hands were full of young and tenderized ass meet and Loni's were gripped the boy's ears and thrust his head forward with each of her forward thrusts of her strap-on. By damn if she didn't feel that she was getting that sensation once more. As she watched the boy's mouth stretched wide by the pounding dildo and his eyes wide open in a muffled scream, and while still jerking his head by her strong grip to his ears, she managed to speak.

"Don't fret, Johnny. You saw the greenhouse. You know the doctor is a gardener at heart. He now is just planting." She paused as her breathing changed to match the change of signals from her clic. "Yes, he is sewing his seeds in you after I had prepared the 'soil.' Yes, I see that his seeds are about to be sewn."

And come he did. Spurt. Rod unloaded deep in the boy's rectum. Spurt - he unloaded again. Spurt - again, just as he saw Loni reach her third climax. Spurt.

PERFECTION! What a team. Oh life was so, so very good.

Later, after the fried chicken was finished, Rod presented Johnny with an engraved certificate; at least it looked to be engraved.

"Johnny, I want you to know how much the medical community and I appreciate your participation this afternoon in our research project. On behalf of The Committee I wish to present you with this Certificate of Appreciation which you will find suitable for framing."

Johnny looked at the certificate, which was encapsulated in plastic for posterity in Rod and his prostate's appreciation of the use made of his posteriority. It looked Greek to him. No wonder, for it was written in Greek whose citizens are rather renowned for such rear-ended endeavors. The only words he recognized were those of his own name which had been typed onto a blank space in the form. He did however recognize the two medical caduceus symbols at the top.

"Thank you, sir."

"Why thank you! Both The Committee, The Board of Trustees, me and my prostate - and Nurse Loni, of course - thank you for your participation today. Your efforts were much appreciated."

Johnny tried again to make something out of the fancy wording that resembled those of some Ivy League Diploma. It was several years later before he happened to have the opportunity to have it translated and to learn what it stated:

"This is to certify that one Johnny Smith, age twelve, has this day successfully completed a course in having his ass caned, fucked and figged to the delight of select members of the frigging Board of Trustees. This is to further certify that that though he failed to complete the designated course with honors, members of the Board certainly did have the honor of fucking and otherwise tormenting his young ass, both inside and out. Goddamn if he wasn't a fucking good piece of ass. Signed this twenty-first day of May, 2013. Board Secretary"

The translator laughed at what was obviously a joke. Johnny, now John, didn't.

To be continued . . . upon popular demand