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The Kimberwillow Clinic - Volume 2 (F/M, some F/F)

Part 1 - The Plan and A Surprise

I did a lot of thinking about things after my first weekend with
Crystal.  She had entered into my life in a significant way and I
had to sort out my emotions and feelings.  I cared for her deeply
and at the same time didn't want the relationship to head for a
dead end due to drifting apart.  I wanted to be sure that we both
could get enough out of the relationship to stick with it.  And
then there was the matter of Crystal's employment situation.  I
mulled over several ideas before deciding to present her with
some of them.  Crystal was in no position to be the founder of
her own clinic, and would no doubt be bored if she went to work
for a different clinic.

I asked her to come over the following weekend to discuss my
suggestions.  She was delighted, and further asked if she could
satisfy her "itch" which was a reference to her desire to
administer discipline to me.  Discipline from Crystal was always
severe.  The emotional rewards, however, were substantial.

When I asked Crystal who was the founder of Kimberwillow Clinic,
she said that she had tried to find out, and was not able to, due
to the woman's apparent reclusiveness.  I remarked that whoever
it was had a brilliant stroke of genius, and it was not clear how
she could keep her finger on the pulse, so to speak, of the
clinic while being so reclusive.  For all practical purposes,
Lynn ran the clinic, but insisted that she was not the founder
and was not at liberty to disclose any more than that.

When Crystal came over on Saturday afternoon, she couldn't wait
to get started "satisfying her itch", so I agreed to serve her in
that way.

She adopted a stern expression and said that she wanted to see if
I had made any improvement in the way I take discipline, and told
me to get completely undressed and lie face down on the bed.  I
concluded that Crystal would be administering a strapping.  She
removed the belt from her shorts.  Her shorts fell to the floor
and she slipped off her panties.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked me.

"I'm doing this for you, Crystal," I replied.

"Are you going through this willingly?"

"Yes, Crystal," I answered, feeling considerable affection for
her and at the same time wishing she would go ahead and start.

I dug my fingernails into the bed sheets as she leathered my
bared bottom with the doubled-up belt, and I wanted desperately
to please her by being as still and as quiet as possible.

Crystal carried on the strapping relentlessly, varying the timing
of the swipes to prevent my anticipating them.  After a while of
enduring the strap, I began to squirm with each stroke, and my
raucously whispered exclamations gave way to being voiced.  The
strapping continued interminably, and I pounded my fists on the
bed in my effort to stay in position.

"I'd better quit now," she admitted.  "You did good, my pet. 
Over on your back now."

She straddled my face and I hungrily applied my mouth to her
creamy womanhood.  She had been so aroused from strapping me that
she climaxed within a minute.  We rolled over and I planted my
mouth on hers; she opened her legs and I easily entered her.  Her
muffled "mmmf!" sounds, and the excited look in her wide eyes
ensured a plentiful ejaculation from me.

"I love the way you come," she said with a bright smile after we
caught our breath.  She slowly withdrew me from her, and smeared
the mixture of our juices around her pubic area with her hands.

"Okay, tell me about your ideas," she said.  While we were in bed
I told her of the various options I thought she could pursue, and
what the advantages and drawbacks were.  Of the plans that I
presented to Crystal, the one I thought most likely to succeed
involved some women that she knew.

"I think you should talk to Lynn about it," I mentioned, "but
don't tell her everything all at once.  I'd like a chance to try
to sell her on the idea too."

"You're probably right," she said.  "I'll see if she can come
over here to talk to us privately."

Crystal made arrangements with Lynn to come over Tuesday after
dinner.

Tuesday arrived and Crystal came over well before dinner and
talked me into letting her give me a severe caning.  I kicked and
squirmed as she harshly striated my bared bottom.  Subsequent to
the caning I worked on her womanhood with my mouth and gave her
two orgasms.  We did not have time for further play before it was
time to have something to eat and get ready for Lynn's visit.

At 7:30 that evening I answered the door to find that Lynn and
Carina were there.

"I brought Carina along to take notes," Lynn stated.

Crystal began with a narration of some ways to increase the
number of appointments made at Kimberwillow, and expounded on how
the creation of a new position, to be filled by herself, would
benefit the clinic.  Following her talk, I added my input on why
I thought Crystal would be good.

One of the ideas was for the clinic to accommodate script
sessions - the client would furnish, in advance, a sort of script
for the arrangement of a session, and the staff would sign up for
it.  "Crystal, didn't you mention that this has happened
infrequently at the clinic?"

"Yes," she said. "There was this one time that this guy wanted a
reform school setting.  He wanted to be brought to the discipline
room, tied down to the punishment box, have his bare bottom
exposed, and be given a hundred strokes of the 'prison strap' as
he called it.  My role was to be the maid who tied him down,
bared his bottom, and stood in front of him to count the strokes. 
He was pretty particular about the setting and the formality and
all that.  Rachel administered that time, and she had a razor
strap.  She sure did swing that strap hard.  It made a loud
snapping sound every time it hit.  Anyway, that's how it went."

I looked over to Lynn and asked her what she thought of the plan. 
Lynn asked to see Carina's notes, and after a moment of scanning
the notes, said, "I have a little surprise for you - and Rick. 
But first, the information I'm going to tell you is strictly
confidential, and each of you must commit to secrecy..."

After Crystal and I both gave our assurances, Lynn continued,
"Carina has been mostly staffing the reception desk and
performing the screenings, and occasionally participating in
sessions.  I'd like you to know that she is actually the founder
of the clinic.  By acting in the role that she does, she knows
what is happening on a day-to-day level.  It was - is - her
desire that I appear to be the one more or less 'in charge of
things', and as far as the other staff is concerned, I will
continue to act the part."

Carina smiled slightly as Crystal and I showed our surprise at
the news.

Lynn continued, "Now I imagine that she should be the one to tell
you what she thinks."

"You both have some good ideas," Carina began, "and I've been
considering a few things like that off and on lately.  I like the
idea of offering some pre-arranged scripts on the menu, and also
some other flavors of sessions.  I also need someone to fill in
for me at the reception desk when I want to take some time off. 
Lynn is fairly busy with sessions, so she can only do that part
of the time.  I'll work up a job description in the next few days
and get back to you, Crystal.  Remember that what you know about
me is not to be shared with any of the other staff."

"In fact," Carina continued, "the effectiveness of your position
will be dependent on the appearance of your not getting official
recognition for much that you'll do.  For example - you'll design
some sessions, and Lynn will incorporate them into the goings-on
at the clinic.  You must be pretty much ego-less.  You will get
recognition from me - it just won't be public.  Can you do that?"

Crystal paused to absorb all the implications of Carina's
announcement, then said, "Yes, Carina - I mean yes ma'am!"

Crystal blushed as Lynn and Carina both laughed good-naturedly at
her selection of words.

"Always simply call me Carina, except perhaps around other
clients - then you can call me 'Nurse Carina'.  Now, I notice
that you like to be the dominant one in your personal
relationships.  Generally, everyone who is submissive has a
dominant side, and those who are dominant are in fact submissive
to somebody.  I'd like to see for myself your willingness to be
submissive.  Lynn, the show is all yours."

Part 2 - The Two-Way Street

Lynn thought for a moment, then directed Crystal to strip
completely except for her shoes.  Crystal blushed again while
removing her clothes; she appeared a little uncomfortable doing
that, but also appeared determined to comply.

"Crystal, I'd like you to open some red wine, and pour three
glasses, and serve them to us."

When we had been served the wine by my naked lover, Lynn further
directed, "Please be seated in that chair, and place your hands
behind your head."  When Crystal had done as ordered, Lynn said,
"Now I want you to open your legs as wide as you can."

Crystal blushed, more from indignation than from embarrassment,
and meekly complied.  We all watched as she spread her knees. 
"Very good," Lynn pronounced, "Please stay like that while we
enjoy our libation."

Lynn, Carina and I sipped our wine. I could not resist frequent
glances at Crystal's very beautiful pubic area, and I could
almost feel the heat from her blushing cheeks.  When we were
finished with the wine, Lynn directed Crystal to take the glasses
back to the kitchen and return.

Lynn continued Crystal's journey into submission.  "I'd like for
you to be completely submissive to Rick tonight.  Tomorrow, I
want you to describe to me in detail how he dominated you, and
what your reactions were to your submissiveness.  I want to hear
all that when you come over tomorrow night."

I looked questioningly at Crystal, then at Lynn.

"You didn't tell him?" queried Lynn.

Crystal stammered, "Um, I was going to..."

"No, you weren't!  If you haven't told him by now, you didn't
really plan to.  Rick, I think she deserves a good spanking for
that.  I want her to tell me that you gave it to her good...  If
you're too easy on her, I'll use my birch on YOU.  Well, Carina,
I think we should be going so that these two can have some
'fun'."

The following evening, Lynn and Crystal had finished a light
dinner at Lynn's place.  Lynn kicked off her shoes, reclined on
the sofa, and motioned for Crystal to join her there.

"Lynn, remember you said that dominant and submissive people are
the opposite way in other settings - who are you submissive to?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Carina?"

"That's right."

"Does Carina give you discipline?"

"Now and then she does," Lynn replied.  "She really warms my
bottom good.  Now tell me about last night."

"Well, Rick had me put on a maid uniform - basically just the top
and skirt, without panties or anything, and had me stand there
while he checked me out.  Then he kissed me and said he loved me
and that we'd both learn something from this.  And then he said
it was time for my spanking.  Told me to bring the hairbrush.  I
went across his lap - I was still dressed in the maid outfit -
and he used the hairbrush on me - God, that hurt like hell!  He
just kept paddling and I begged him to stop - I hate doing that! 
When he finished, we went into the bedroom and - Oh! That feels
good, Lynn! Mmmmm!

"Anyway, he had me get on the bed and told me to put my arms over
my head and hold on to the headboard and not let go.  Then he put
a blindfold on me so I couldn't see. He had me spread my legs and
bend my knees and I felt like a street slut just asking for it. 
Mmmmf! Oh God, Lynn, I love your kisses! Mmmm!

"So there I am in this little maid's uniform, blindfolded, in a
slutty position, and I realized that I was turned on.  He raised
my skirt to expose me and stuck a finger in me down there,
wiggled it a few times and then took it out and put it in my
mouth and told me to suck on it.  He did this a few times and I
got hotter and hotter.  I heard him take off his clothes and he
got on the bed and - Lynnnnn! I'm trying to tell you - mmmmm!
Okay now...   So then he goes inside me and fucks me for a while,
and then pulls out and has me suck on his thing.  God, I almost
gagged on it!  Anyway, he did that again, and fucked me some more
and then shot his load.  He pulled out again and had me suck him
clean again.  Ahhh! Oh, Lynn, that feels so good...

"A little while later, he turned me over and spanked me with his
hand.  I carried on like a foolish brat.  It embarrassed me so -
Ahhhh! Come here, you... mmmmm... ummmmm... Oh God, Lynn! Ahhh! 
Ahhhh! Let's go to the bedroom!"

Part 3 - The Erectile Clinic

Carina got in touch with Crystal a few days later and formally
offered her a position at Kimberwillow, as a receptionist and
"assistant to Lynn".  Lynn announced at a staff meeting that
Crystal was returning and would be filling in as receptionist
since Carina would be taking some time off regularly for
"personal reasons."  She also announced that Carina would be
training Crystal in the administration of the screenings, and
that Crystal had other unspecified duties.  Crystal would
occasionally participate in sessions, but would not be a
"regular" in that regard.  She also described some new types of
sessions that she added to Kimberwillow's menu, and hinted that
there would be more.

I was asked by Carina (through Crystal) to be the first one to
undergo the new sessions as a client.  Crystal arranged my next
appointment as if I had called in and requested it.  All that she
told me is that it involved discipline and colonic irrigation,
with an interesting approach that set it apart from the other
sessions.

Although Crystal and I were lovers, we had agreed that I would
continue to have sessions at Kimberwillow, with the understanding
that I would describe in detail to her later - usually during sex
play - what had happened in those sessions.  Also we were to keep
any indication of our personal involvement with each other
unknown to the other staff.

When I arrived at the clinic for my appointment, Crystal took me
to an ordinary examination type of room.  Instead of an
examination table, however, there was a double bed.

"Take all your clothes off and wait for the first one - Rachel,"
she said.  "In this session, you'll get your spankings first, and
the enemas later - saving the best for last."

Five minutes later, Rachel entered the room and looked me up and
down.  "Stand in the center of the room here, Rick," she
directed.  "That's it - oh, I see you're rising to the occasion. 
Hands out of the way - up behind your head.  Yes, like that.  Now
keep them there."

She fetched a paddle, stood to my side, and gave me several hard
swats.  Naturally, my boner subsided as my attention was directed
to the urgent sensations of the paddling.

With her other hand she grasped my member and started
manipulating me.  Her expert use of her hand had an immediate
effect, and I was firm in no time.

"Oh, you are such a nasty boy," she whispered.  "I must punish
you for those nasty thoughts of yours!"

She kept one hand on my equipment while she wielded the paddle.


Wham! 

"Ahhh!"

Wham!

"Owwww!"

Wham!

"Ahhhhh!"

Wham!

"Oh!"

"You know what, Rick?" she teased.  "I'm nasty, just like you. 
I'm a nasty girl, and I think nasty thoughts ALL (Wham!)  DAY
(Wham!) LONG. (Wham!)  Except that I'm the one who punishes YOU
for your nasty thoughts.  You must like these nasty things that
I'm doing with my hand - it makes you hard, and I've got to
punish you."

She kept on like that, getting me hard with her fondling and her
nasty talk, and giving me swats until I subsided.

"Stay just like that, Rick.  I'm going to go get Becky."

A couple of minutes later Rachel returned with a staff member I
had not seen before.  She was about five-six in height, had
straight platinum-blonde hair down to her shoulders, a delectable
smile accentuated by a modest overbite, and a rather low yet
squeaky voice.

"Well, you did work him over with the paddle," Becky noted. "His
butt's nice and red.  I think he should have the strap, don't you
think, Nurse Rachel?"

Rachel stated that the strap was an excellent idea, and retrieved
a two-tailed tawse from the cupboard.

"Oh, look, Rachel," Becky added a moment later. "You're right, he
IS a nasty boy.  That flagpole is sticking straight out. I bet
he's thinking of what he'd like to do with me - or maybe to me."

Rachel delivered ten biting swipes of the tawse and my boner went
to about half erect.

Becky put a blob of lotion in her hand and lightly stroked my
testicles and my hardening member, rubbing the lotion into my
throbbing erection.

"Ooh, I'll bet you'd like to squirt on my legs and watch me rub
it in, wouldn't you?  You'd like it better if you could spurt in
my mouth, wouldn't you?"  She blatantly puckered her lips and
brought her mouth close to the tip of my boner.

"I think this nasty boy needs more punishment for those oh-so-nasty
thoughts of his!"

Becky did not move as Rachel delivered about fifteen hard swats
of the tawse.  I could not keep from exclaiming during that set.

"Give him another twenty or so for good measure," Becky advised,
her hands still manipulating me.  She kept on with the
manipulation as Rachel ferociously swung the strap for the
suggested dose, and then left the room.

"Time for your enemas, Rick," Becky squeaked.  Get on the bed,
lie on your back, and I'll prepare a nice, warm, soapy enema."

I saw Becky fill a three-quart bag with warm soapy solution and
attach a balloon catheter nozzle.  She drained the air from the
tubing and set up the bag on a metal stand.  After she placed a
generous blob of lubricant on the tip, she inserted the nozzle
and inflated the two cuffs for retention.

Becky sensuously massaged my testicles, and when my erection was
pointing straight up, she started the flow, saying, "It's okay to
cum anytime, Don't worry about where you squirt."

She kept the flow going until my boner subsided about halfway. 
When she stopped the flow, she resumed the sensuous touching
around my groin area.  She did not, however, touch my throbbing
member, in spite of my wiggling about and trying to get her to
handle it.  When I had been hard for about two minutes, she
resumed the flow until the discomfort caused my erection to
subside.  

Becky repeated alternately arousing and injecting more enema into
me, until the bag was empty.  I was desperate for ejaculatory
relief, but she would not touch my member at all.  A moment after
the bag emptied, she stripped completely and climbed on the bed. 
Lying on her side, she began to nuzzle and kiss me, putting as
much of her body in contact with mine as possible without putting
any weight on my full and distended innards.

The discomfort from the enema turned into a sensuous feeling of
fullness, and the pressure inside me became arousing in itself,
especially around and against my prostate.  My boner was pointing
straight up and throbbing as Becky kept up the nibbling, kissing
and rubbing on my erogenous areas.

She rolled over on top of me, keeping her weight off my distended
midsection, and pressed her lips firmly on mine, rather
aggressively kissing me. Then she whispered hoarsely, "Rick, you
know what I really want to do? I want for you to cum on my body. 
Then you can massage it into my skin."  Then she grasped my nuts
with one hand and began manipulating them.  That was all it took,
and I experienced an immensely powerful orgasm.  When I started
to spurt, she pointed my pulsing member so that I squirted all
over her legs. Streaks of hot semen shot out from me as I bucked
my hips and moaned incoherently.

After a moment I told Becky that I really had to get rid of the
enema, and she deflated the cuffs and let me up.  We showered
together afterward, and I told her that the session was truly
unforgettable.

Part 4 - The Correctional Clinic

Crystal signed me up for another new flavor of session at
Kimberwillow, this one called the Double Judicial Session.  She
told me only that it is severe, there would be role-playing, and
that some of the experience would be different from the usual
fare at the clinic.

Crystal smiled as she made a couple of calls when I came to
Kimberwillow for the appointment.  She led me down the hall,
keyed the door open and stayed out and locked the door when I
entered.  I was surprised to see Gloria and Rachel there, and
Rachel was nude!

"You both are going to get enemas before your corporal
punishment," Gloria stated.  "Take off all your clothes, Rick,
and quickly."

When my clothes were off, Gloria had me lie face-up on the
examination table.  Then she told Rachel to get up on the table
too, and lie face up, with her head at the end of the table where
my feet were.  Rachel was told to position herself so that she
was between my legs, with her bottom about twelve inches from
mine.  Her legs were alongside my torso, and, of course, I was
rapidly becoming erect.  Gloria hung a large, full enema bag on a
metal stand.  There was a "Y" adapter after the shutoff clip,
allowing the bag to feed two nozzles.  She lubricated them and
inserted a nozzle into Rachel, and then into me.

"I'm going to start the enema now," Gloria stated.  "You both
will get solution at the same time.  I have been instructed to
make a note of each time that I have to shut off the flow - the
punishment for both of you will be increased each time I have to
do that.  Here it comes now!"  I grasped Rachel's legs just below
the knee, then heard a click and immediately felt the warm soapy
enema rushing into me.

"Uhhhh," Rachel exclaimed after a moment.

"Aughhh!" I added, and tightened my grip on Rachel's legs.

I was quickly filling up and Rachel shouted, "OH! Please! Stop
for a minute, please!"

Gloria shut off the flow and looked at her watch.  "Thirty
seconds, and I start again."

Rachel panted with relief, and quieted down.  Gloria resumed the
flow and the solution rushed into us again.

Rachel panted aloud, punctuating each breath with "Oh!"  She
became more vocal as the volume of soapy water filled us up, "Oh
God" she exclaimed after a very short while.  "Oh! I can't! Stop,
Gloria, Stop!"

Precious relief was ours when Gloria clicked the valve shut.  I
stroked Rachel's legs as we waited for the thirty seconds to
pass.

Click!  The flow resumed and Rachel panted, "I hope I can take
the rest of it. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Uhhhhhh!" I groaned, and squeezed my grip on her legs.

"Isn't that damn bag empty yet?!" Rachel shouted between her
panting exclamations.  The water continued to push mercilessly
in.  After what seemed a long while, Rachel pleaded, "No more!
Stop!"

Gloria stopped and commented, "Too bad you couldn't take about
ten more seconds - it would all be in then."

After another thirty seconds Gloria drained the enema bag into
us, and then let us up to get rid of the water.  Approximately
twenty five minutes later we were empty of the soapy solution.

Gloria placed wrist cuffs on Rachel and me, and lowered a metal
bar from the ceiling .  She attached my wrist cuffs to the bar
first.  Then she produced some platform high heels for Rachel to
step into so that we were more evenly matched in height, and,
with Rachel facing me, secured her wrist cuffs to the same bar.

"Get close together, you two! I want you in contact, front to
front," Gloria ordered.  She raised the bar so that our arms were
above our heads.  Just before she bound us together at the waist,
she tucked my raging erection upwards and nestled it between
Rachel's belly and mine.

Gloria tightened a binding strap around our upper body area, and
Rachel and I were forehead to forehead.  She opened the door and
Lynn, Raven, and Becky entered.  

Raven, holding a clipboard, asked Gloria, "How many times did you
stop the enema?"

"Three times, ma'am."

Addressing Rachel and me, Raven announced, in a commanding tone,
"For your misdeeds, you will each receive twenty five strokes of
the two-tailed leather tawse, followed by six strokes of the
straight-handled rattan cane.  Because Nurse Gloria stopped your
enema three times, you will each receive an additional twelve
strokes of the straight-handled rattan cane.  Lynn and Becky,
please pick up pair of dice and roll them.  The one with the
higher score will administer to Rick, and the other will
administer to Rachel."

Becky said she got ten, and Lynn got eight.

"The instruments of correction are on the counter," Raven
continued. "Becky, Lynn, each of you please avail yourselves of a
leather tawse and take your positions.  Nurse Gloria, please
count the strokes aloud."

A moment later: "Becky and Lynn, are you ready?"

"Yes Ma'am," they mumbled in unison.

"When Nurse Gloria has counted, you may administer the next
stroke.  Please begin."

Whap-Whap!

"One!"

Whap-Whap!

"Two!"

It was obvious to me that each one delivering the strap was doing
so with incredible energy.

Whap-Whap!

"Three!"

Rachel's eyes opened wide and her breathing quickened.  She did
not cry out yet, and if the heat I felt on my bottom was any
indication of what she was feeling, it would not be long before
each of us would vocalize our plight.  And we still had a caning
to look forward to!

Whap-Whap!

"Four!"

Whap-Whap!

"Five!"

Rachel's lips were trembling.  Every time the strap hit her, I
felt some of its energy in my penis which was tucked in between
us above our pubic areas.

Whap-Whap!

"Six!"

Whap-Whap!

"Seven!"

"Ahh!," Rachel yelled as a muted "Uhhh!" escaped from me.

In spite of the pain, the sensation of Rachel's skin against mine
and the close proximity of our faces kept my boner erect.  She
began to thrust her pelvis into mine with each stroke, and I
frequently heard the clop-clop of her platform high-heels as she
kicked her legs.  By the time the count reached fourteen, she was
freely yelling each time the tawse kissed her bared bottom.  For
my part, I emitted a raucous exclamation.  When the count
exceeded twenty, tears were running down her face and she was
shaking her head and writhing, in addition to kicking her legs.

We were both sweating when we had gotten our allotment of the
tawse.

"Thank you, Lynn and Becky," Raven said.  "We will wait five
minutes before proceeding.  Nurse Gloria, please announce when
five minutes are up."

Rachel smiled sweetly through very wet eyes when I licked the
tears from her face.  I kissed her tenderly on her lips and she
responded surprisingly favorably.

The five minute break seemed like an eternity, although I was
glad for the chance to give my strapped bottom a rest.  Nurse
Gloria stated flatly, "Five minutes are up now."

"Becky and Lynn," Raven directed, "Please avail yourselves of a
straight-handled rattan cane and prepare to administer."

I knew that they were ready to cane us when Becky lightly tapped
the whippy cane on my bottom, gauging her position.

"As before, when Nurse Gloria has counted, you are free to
provide the following stroke.  Six strokes. Please begin."

Whip-Whip!

"One!"

Rachel gritted her teeth.

Whip-Whip!

"Two!"

"Mmmmff!" came from Rachel.

"Whip-Whip!

"Three!"

Rachel gasped.  I heard the clip-clop of her platform shoes again
as she kicked her legs with each of the next three strokes, and
choked back any urgent vocal reaction.  My bottom felt ablaze,
and I'm sure Rachel had the same sensation.  The knowledge that
we had to undergo a dozen more strokes meant that there would be
still more heat imparted to our already well-spanked posteriors.

"Very good, ladies," Raven announced.  "Please keep your
positions.  In one minute, you will proceed with twelve
additional strokes."

I almost no time, Raven directed them to proceed with the set of
twelve.  These strokes appeared to have been delivered with
greater force than the first six, as Rachel exclaimed as each of
them came to dance on her naked bottom.  

Besides kicking her legs and wildly thrusting her pelvis into
mine, she was now wiggling in a rapid up-and-down motion which,
due to the slipperiness caused by our sweating, was erotically
stimulating my erection.  As I approached orgasm, the cane
strokes completely ceased being painful (for me), and in fact
added to my pleasurable sensation.  I imagined what Rachel must
look like from the rear - her reddened, striated bottom, her
kicking legs, her pelvic thrusting and her wiggling and dancing. 
I faintly heard Gloria say "Ten" as I started to erupt.  I
continued to spurt after the twelfth stroke, and I was doing some
writhing and wiggling myself - from my intense and profound
ejaculation.

Raven spoke first.  "Very well done, ladies.  Their punishment is
finished.  Nurse Gloria, you may release them after five minutes,
after which they may shower.  Thank you, all."  Becky, Lynn, and
Raven left the room.

Her face flushed from the caning, Rachel looked at me with a sly
smile and whispered, "You ARE a nasty boy, aren't you?  You came
because I was being whipped.  I will note that in your file."

"Yes ma'am," I whispered in reply, and passionately kissed her. 
We showered together and I went home completely spent.

The following Saturday evening, Crystal had me describe the
sessions in great detail, and she was stimulated by my account of
them.  She gave me a very severe strapping afterward, and we
spent much of the night steeped in each others' affection.



Part 5 - Nuts and Bolts

Crystal observed Carina administering the testicle massage during
some Prostate Response Clinic sessions.  Carina mentioned that
she needed to supervise Crystal in a "hands-on" way, and would
prefer not to do that in an actual session, since the clients
should receive services from fully trained staff.  Carina
suggested that she, along with Lynn and Crystal, get together
away from Kimberwillow and she would train Crystal in this
sensitive and demanding procedure.  Naturally, Crystal needed
someone to practice on, and I was invited to the gathering, which
took place one weekday evening at Carina's residence.  Within a
few minutes of our arrival, we were all in Carina's "playroom",
which was similar to a room at Kimberwillow, but larger and with
a few extras.  In addition to an examination table, there was a
single bed, a desk, and several chairs.

"Let's get started," Carina began.  "Clothes off, Rick, and lie
back on the bed there. Oh, and Lynn, please bring my hardwood
hairbrush."

"Rick," Carina said, "you'll find the work that Crystal and I
will be doing on your testicles erotically intense, and I'd like
you to hold back from ejaculation as long as possible.  I'll
likely have to use the hairbrush on you from time to time to cool
your ardor.  Also, if you do ejaculate before we're ready, I'll
give you a good working over for that.  Men tell me that a
spanking always hurts a lot more when it's given immediately
after an orgasm."

She took the hairbrush from Lynn.  "Now I'm going to give a
little demonstration.  Crystal, you and Rick have probably seen
only the dominant side of Lynn.  I'm going to - rather, she's
going to show you that she can be submissive.  Notice, both of
you, Lynn's exemplary self-discipline as she receives a paddling
from me.  This is something to strive for.  Lynn, please strip
from the waist down."

A slight blush filled Lynn's cheeks as she stepped out of her
shoes and removed her shorts and panties.  Carina seated herself
on a sturdy armless chair and placed her knees reasonably close
together and her feet apart to level her lap.

"Over here now, Lynn."

Gracefully, Lynn went across Carina's lap, pointed her toes and
placed the tops of her feet on the floor, and supported her upper
body with her hands touching the floor.

Carina commenced what was to be a thorough over-the-lap paddling,
dispassionately giving hard, fiery swats about two seconds apart. 
Each swat alternated between Lynn's right and left side.  The
only sound in the room initially was that of the hardwood making
contact with Lynn's increasingly reddened bottom. As the paddling
progressed, Lynn gritted her teeth and we could hear her
breathing become heavier.  As Carina kept administering, Lynn
moved her head from side to side and contorted her face, still
not vocalizing.  Carina continued to impart blazing smacks with
the hairbrush.  Finally, Lynn could help herself no longer, and,
try as she might, a brief "Ah!" escaped from her every time the
hairbrush hit.  Carina kept on paddling for another minute or so.

Lynn heaved a sigh of relief.  Lynn knelt before Carina, grasped
her hairbrush hand and kissed it.

Crystal and I were in awe of Lynn's stunning performance. A
testament to her self-discipline was that she did not wiggle her
bottom or kick her legs at all during the entire paddling.  I
could not have been that restrained then.

Carina caught my eye and exclaimed, "It looks like somebody here
got excited by what he saw!"  My rock-hard boner was sticking
straight out.  

"Oh, my gosh!" Crystal gushed as she looked my way.

"Well, what did you expect!?" I answered.

Carina giggled and said, "We'd better cool down your arousal, or
you'll pop off right away when we begin working on you.  Come
over here and get over my lap."

I knew better than to be uncooperative, so I meekly walked over
to Carina.  She guided me across her lap.  Without any further
talk, she gave me about fifteen swats, delivered with the same
energy as she put into Lynn's spanking.  I wanted to take them as
stoically as Lynn did, but after five swats I could not keep
still and wiggled.  The swats felt amazingly hot.

"Okay, it looks like we took care of your 'problem' for a little
while - lie down on the bed now and we'll get started.  Crystal,
pay close attention."

For the next several minutes, Carina sensuously handled my
testicles, giving an exquisite massage and narrating the
important points - where to use light touch, where and how to
apply more pressure, how to give the scrotum a pulling tug that
tends to delay ejaculation.  My boner was hard and seeping, and
Carina took me across her lap and gave me another hairbrush
spanking.  Then she told Crystal to try her hand at the testicle
massage.

Carefully and deliberately, Crystal's cool and slender fingers
touched, rubbed, and prodded, often with suggestions from Carina. 
I squirmed a couple of times when she applied pressure in the
wrong place or too much pressure.  Carina took over for a minute
or two when that happened, demonstrating what exactly to do
different.  

When Carina sensed that I was nearing the point of ejaculation,
she gave me the hairbrush again, this time several more swats
than previously.  Crystal practiced and practiced, and when she
massaged for a while without the necessity for Carina's
intervention, she got clearance to bring me to the finish line. 
Carina used a small towel to catch my semen as I spurted.

Before we left that evening Carina instructed Crystal to practice
the testicle massage on me. She was to do this on at least ten
different occasions, bringing me close to ejaculation, but not
over the line, several times at each occasion.  She would then be
ready to perform that maneuver at Kimberwillow.

Over the next two weeks, Crystal performed this exquisite
procedure on me several times, gladly using Carina's technique of
applying discipline when she thought I was too close to
ejaculating before she was ready.  She used the strap then,
having me turn over on the bed while she leathered my bottom long
and hard.

Part 6 - Open House

Crystal mentioned when we next got together that Lynn had booked
the entire clinic for a four-hour staff meeting the previous
afternoon.  The instructions were for everyone of the staff to
use the first hour to receive two 2-quart enemas and then the
group meting began at 2:30.

"The meeting was in one of the larger clinic rooms," Crystal
began.  "The air was thick with anticipation because Lynn didn't
say what the meeting was going to be about.  Carina was not there
that day.  Anyway, Lynn said that we are adding new types of
sessions and scripts and that she needed to train us to use a
strap-on.  Can you believe that a couple of them didn't know what
a strap-on was?  So Lynn takes out this harness with a flexible
strap-on dildo and says that we need to learn how to use it
properly.

"Anyway, Lynn showed how to put it on and all, and said that
everyone here would get some practice with a strap-on, both
giving and receiving.  She told the group that she would first
demonstrate on me - I about died from embarrassment when she said
that - and that everyone would then do me.  Then one of them
would get it from everyone, and so on.  Lynn was bare from the
waist down as she showed how to put it on.  Then she distributed
a strap-on to everyone else and had them put it on.  She had me
take all my clothes off and bend over across the examination
table; I was still standing up but bent over.

"Then she said how they need to put some lubricant inside the
recipient - and demonstrated - she put on a latex glove and
packed some lube in there.  I heard her say that the dildo needs
to be frequently lubricated too, and she smeared some on the
dildo.  Then she told everyone to gather around close while she
showed them how to use it.

"She parted my bottom with both hands and then put the tip of the
dildo on my, you know, hole back there.  She told them not to ram
it in, but to go slow, and go in a little bit at a time, pumping
it back and forth.  After a minute she pulled out and put more
lube on it and said now you can go in a little faster and deeper. 
She fucked me with that strap-on - in the ass - and I was
actually a little excited from it.  I don't know about a guy, but
a woman has a lot of nerve endings back there, and if it doesn't
hurt, it can feel heavenly.  After a couple minutes of fucking me
she pulled out and put more lube on it and went back in!  I
started to think this would be nice for her and me to use on each
other sometime.

"Then she stopped and pulled out and told Rachel to do me, but
that she'd have to use the strap-on that was just used on me.  So
Rachel puts on a glove, and does the lubricant thing, and fucks
me with the strap-on.  Lynn was right there to supervise if they
would go too deep, too fast, or to encourage them if they were
too timid. Gloria was there, although she didn't need to be,
since some of us knew that she knew a lot about how to use them. 
Anyway, she was the last in line to do me, and God, she knew how
to use it. She could play me like a fine violin.  Right at the
end of when she did me, she rubbed her thumb on my clit and I
just exploded with an orgasm, in front of everybody there. 
Rachel was next on the receiving end, and I got to do her - and
everyone else, eventually.  You know, it's kind of fun - I think
I'd like to do that to you - very soon.

"Anyway, everyone got a chance to do everyone there, including
Lynn and Gloria.  Gloria was the last one to be on the receiving
end, and by the time the meeting was over, everyone was excited
about using it."

About a week hence, Crystal signed me up for the new "Open House"
session, which was described as a strap-on lover's delight with
some added spice of discipline.

Raven gave me two sudsy enemas and one rinsing enema, then bound
me to the punishment bench.  She cinched a binding strap around
my waist and bound my hands in front of me.  Then she placed a
paddle, a leather strap, lubricant, a box of latex gloves, and a
strap-on harness and probe on a cart.  She wheeled the cart
around in back of me, and mentioned that over the next hour and a
half, any of the staff who wanted to, would come in, spank me,
and use a strap-on.  The spanking was limited to ten strokes from
any one person, but they could fuck me as much as they wanted. 
She also mentioned that most of the staff was eager to
participate in that kind of session.

The black-haired nurse then gave me ten hot swats with the
paddle, donned the strap-on harness, and went to work on me in
pretty much the way that Crystal had described Lynn's
instructions.  There were times when Raven did seem to get
enthusiastic about fucking me.

Becky and Rachel came in together as Raven was preparing to
leave.  Rachel asked if she could go first, used the paddle on me
(she sure is hard with the paddle) and did me thoroughly with the
strap-on.  Becky whipped me with the strap, then powerfully
fucked me.  Lynn came in and leathered my bottom, then very
thoroughly fucked me for an extended period of time.  I could
tell that she was experienced with the strap-on.  Leah, a nurse I
had not met before, gave energetic paddle strokes, and was
somewhat mild with the strap-on.

Anarosa, having been partial to the strap in my other sessions
with her, expertly used it and got some vocal exclamations from
me, after which she gave me a spirited fucking, which also evoked
some oohs and aahs.  Crystal made an appearance, strapped me and
then pumped me, tenderly at first, then with considerable energy
as she progressed.  She commented several times that she really
enjoyed using the strap-on.

Each time a different staff member came in to have her way with
me, I heard the snapping sound of her putting on a latex glove. 
That sound eventually became an erotically arousing sound, as I
came to associate it with forthcoming anal intrusion by a female.

Gloria was the last one to work me in that session.  She made me
shout with each paddle stroke, then, while wearing her own strap-on,
gave me the most thorough fucking I had that day.  When she
was ready to end it, she switched on the vibrating and squirming
action and I ejaculated profusely.

I showered and went home with a very sore bottom from the
session.

Part 7 - Going Deeper: The Crystal Sessions

Over the next few weeks Crystal had spent most of her time at
work as a receptionist, and had assisted Carina with several new
screening sessions.  She had some time to work on new scripts and
sessions for Kimberwillow, and I think she became somewhat
frustrated from not participating more in actual sessions.  A
consequence of that frustration was that she wanted to administer
more discipline to me and have more role-playing sessions at
home.

Crystal wanted to spend a week with me, coming home to my house
instead of going to her place after work.  She said that when
role-playing she'd be wearing her uniform and that she wanted me
to address her only as "Ma'am" or "Nurse Crystal".  Despite the
certainty of an extremely sore bottom from her attentions, I knew
that the time would produce some exciting episodes.

She was also fascinated by Gloria's custom strap-on device and
persuaded her to have one constructed for herself.

The week of Crystal sessions began on Sunday afternoon.  She
arrived with two large pieces of luggage with enough of her
belongings for the forthcoming week - including some additional
"equipment" for our sessions.

Crystal put some of her things away and changed into her nurse's
uniform.  She was barelegged, and wore black platform sandals. 
Then she seated herself on the sofa and casually crossed her
legs.

"Rick, I'm going to start by giving you an enema. I'm going to
give you an enema every day for a week, because I'm going to use
a strap-on like Gloria has - every day.  When I give you
discipline, I want you to work on taking it well.  Will you do
that for me?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes, what?!" she demanded.

"Oh, that's right! I forgot!  Yes ma'am."

"Well," she said, "I'm going to have to help you remember.  Pants
down past your bare butt, and lay on the bed!"

She stepped out of her sandals, fetched a two-tailed leather
tawse, and asked me questions as she enthusiastically strapped
me.  "You won't forget, now will you?!"

"Ow!  Oh, no ma'am!"

More strapping.

"Are you sure now?"

"OH! Yes ma'am!"

She went on like that for a while.  I tried my best not to wiggle
or kick, but I couldn't help squirming toward the end.

"You've got some nice strap marks on your ass," she commented.  
"I'll be able to admire them when I'm doing you. Now it's time
for your enema! Get undressed while I fix it."

I had never received an enema from Crystal before, and she was
efficient and at the same time stern, providing sincere
encouragement when I needed it.  I was on the floor when she gave
it to me, on my hands and knees except that my forehead was
touching the floor.  She gave me a second enema, which went in
easier.

After a shower she had me arrange some pillows on the bed and lie
face down so that I was accessible to her.  She undressed and put
on the custom strap-on device, complete with the extension that
fit inside her.

And then she fucked me.  And fucked me.  And fucked me.  She did
not climax while pumping me that day, but heaven knows she tried. 
When she was too weary to go on, I serviced her pussy with my
mouth and brought her off a couple of times.  Then we had sweet
intercourse and napped for a while.

"Oh God, what a frustrating day!" Crystal exclaimed as she walked
into the house after work on Monday.  "Lynn was in a bitchy mood,
and the drivers out there are crazy!  I hope to hell that my mood
improves now."

No doubt it will, Crystal, I thought to myself.  Especially when
you ass-whip me.

"Let's take care of things before dinner, okay?" she suggested,
giving me the most innocent wide-eyed look that she could muster. 

"Okay, my love," I said as I kissed her.  "What do you want me to
do?"

"Bring me the Spencer paddle.  This is going to be fun!"

I held onto the other end of the desk as tightly as I could, bent
over, totally naked.  The paddle swats transmitted an urgent heat
to the nerve endings on my buttocks.  I pretty much kept my
bottom motionless while she swatted, although I kicked my legs a
few times and my upper body writhed.  Then I was on the floor for
the sudsy enema.  I cleaned up, and Crystal enthusiastically
pumped me with the strap-on device, after which we engaged in a
sexual romp.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday followed a similar pattern, and
I noticed that Crystal was becoming more dominant - or becoming
more comfortable in being dominant - as the week progressed.  The
tenderness she expressed at other times, along with the exquisite
sensual pleasures that she provided, made the daily enemas,
fuckings, and whippings well worth it to me.  

By Friday, I was a little weary of being ass-fucked with the
strap-on.  I submitted to an enthusiastic serving of the leather
strap, and I willingly took another soapsuds enema from her. 
After I showered, she was wearing the strap-on, as usual, and had
set up the pillows on the bed over which I was to position myself
face-down.

"Crystal, my ass is getting sore from all the fucking, and I -"

"DEMERIT!  What are you supposed to call me?"

"Okay, Nurse Crystal, please -"

"Get... on... that... bed!" she interrupted and sternly pointed
toward the pillows which were covered with a large towel.

She lubed up my back entrance and inserted the strap-on as I
groaned.  She put as much of her body in contact with mine as she
could while she pumped, and after a while I had to admit it felt
heavenly.  The soreness went away and she fucked ever more
enthusiastically, which led to a climax for her.  I tasted her
sweet pussy and then had my way with her.

We spent much of the day together on Saturday.  In midafternoon
she went into the other room for a while and emerged a few
minutes later dressed in her nurse's uniform and carrying a
rattan school cane.  Summoning me with her index finger, she had
me follow her into the bedroom.

"Take all your clothes off, my love - it's enema time."

She prepared a warm soapy two-quart solution and injected it
while I was in my usual "enema position" at her feet.  I emerged
from the shower and walked into the bedroom to see her smiling
and holding the rattan cane.

"I saved the best for last, darling," she said.  "This is the
seventh straight day of our role-playing escapade.  Over the
pillows, my love."

When I was in the submissive position in which she liked to fuck
me, she gave me about 15 briskly-paced strokes of the cane.  I
managed to keep my bottom and legs still through all but the last
few strokes.  After a pause of a couple of minutes she resumes
caning me and delivered ten more strokes, all horizontally placed
as she had done with the previous set.

"You have a demerit to work off from yesterday, my dear," she
announced.  "I think another ten with the cane should do it,
don't you?"

My bottom was livid with pain, but I knew that I was going to get
what she decided to give me, so I didn't resist.

"Yes Nurse Crystal," I panted, and waited for the inevitable. 
The ten that she gave me were fast and hard, and were given
diagonally so that they crossed the other strokes that I had
received.  I kicked, wiggled and shouted from the first.

She shed her panties and, still standing, asked me to use my
mouth on her pussy.  I knelt in front of her and tenderly went to
work on her, reaching around and cradling her posterior cheeks in
my hands.  She was almost dripping with her own cream, and I knew
that the caning had gotten her extremely aroused.  She climaxed
within two minutes, and then told me to get back on the bed for
the strap-on.

She fucked me slowly but thoroughly, sometimes pausing for a
minute or so to let herself lie on top of me.  After what seemed
a long time, she withdrew and took off the harness.

I was hot for her and had her lie on the pillows face down, and
entered her pussy.  I stayed inside her for a lengthy session of
intercourse, probably close to an hour, slowing down and pausing
frequently to postpone ejaculation.  Still inside her, we
maneuvered so that we were facing each other, and after a few
more minutes I finished off.
Part 8 - The Schoolhouse Session

When Crystal told me of a new addition to the menu I signed up
for a Schoolhouse session at Kimberwillow.  The scant description
was "A session for unruly students who need discipline at the
hands of no-nonsense teachers and the principal."

"Leah will be here in a moment," Carina said when I arrived for
the appointment.

A few minutes later a woman I had not seen before came to the
reception area to get me.  She had medium length straight brown
hair and looked to be in her early thirties.  She wore
nondescript street clothes, was of medium height with a slight
build.  And, she had a doubled-up belt in her right hand.

Without saying a word, Leah beckoned me to follow her.  Her hips
swayed sensuously as she walked ahead of me.  I followed her into
a room which was furnished as an office - a desk, several chairs,
and a small sofa, among other usual fixtures.  

Raven was in the office too, and she was not wearing her uniform
- instead, she wore an off-white blouse and a light blue frilly
skirt.  Her eyes were downcast.

"Rick, strip down to your briefs, right now," Leah ordered. 
"Raven, I'll punish you first.  I've got to get through to you
that you are not to copy other students' answers.  I want you to
step out of your panties and bend over across the desk."

Raven shed her panties as I was undressing.  Cautiously she
approached the desk and leaned over.  Leah lifted Raven's skirt
to expose her bare bottom and tucked it under her torso.  "Extend
your arms straight ahead, Raven - You might want to hold on to
the edge of the desk.  I expect you to stay in position.  Now
stick out your bottom and keep it there - you'll get extra if you
don't keep yourself presented."

Raven, with her legs and feet pigeon-toed, arched her back and
pushed her bottom out in a sensuous asking-for-it pose. 
Satisfied, Leah took her position as discipline administrator,
brought her arm far back, and whipped a powerful stroke of the
leather onto Raven's anticipating buttocks, swiveling her hips in
perfect follow-through.

Raven cried out with an immediate shout.  "Ahhhh!"

Leah continued her apparently well-practiced delivery of the
doubled-up belt. I watched in awe as the belt etched Raven's ass
with inch-wide red tracks.  Although Raven always kept her bottom
where she was supposed to, her shouts filled the room, and she
began pounding on the desk with her hands and stamping her feet
in a futile attempt to deal with the pain.  She must have gotten
about fifty strokes before the strapping was finished.

Leah told Raven to go sit down, and then turned toward me. 
"Well, Rick, it looks to me like watching Raven get strapped
excited you," looking at the flagpole that struggled to get out
of my briefs.  "I think I'd better have Principal Becky deal with
you before I give you your strapping.  Take off those briefs -
now!"

When I was naked in front of the two women in the room, Leah
picked up the phone and pressed a few keys.  "Miss Becky, this is
Leah.  We have a problem student in the administrative office. 
Yes, I punished Raven and was about to give Rick a strapping when
I noticed that he was very... excited from watching Raven get
hers.  I wanted to tell you in case you'd like to deal with him
before his strapping.  Yes.  Very well, thank you."

My boner was still very much in evidence when Becky entered the
office carrying a Spencer paddle.

"Yes, there IS a problem," she said.  "I think I can take care of
that one.  Bend over the desk, Rick.  Reach across and hold on
the other end, and DON'T LET GO or you'll sorely regret it! Okay,
now stick your bottom out.  Yes, like that.  I want you to keep
it there until I tell you otherwise.  Raven, since he watched
you, you may watch from anywhere you'd like to in this office."

"I'm going to enjoy this!" Raven stated in a pouting tone.  She
placed a chair well in front of me and seated herself.  She was
then able to see my face and I could see her while she watched. 
She smiled and slid her skirt considerably above her knees and
pointed her toes inward.

Becky slammed the paddle so that it caught both sides of my
buttocks.

"Owww!"

As she continued to slam the paddle into me, the buildup of heat
and pain on my backside approached unbearable proportions.

"Owww! Oh God, Miss!  Oh God, please.  Oh Miss!  OWWW," I
lamented as Becky continued to sear my bottom with the paddle. 
It took all of my resolve to keep my bottom out there for the
paddle.  As Raven had done earlier, I wildly kicked my legs and
stamped my feet.  Through my ordeal I saw Raven, obviously
excited, press her thighs together and wiggle her legs.

Just at the point when I was sure I would not be able to stay in
position, Becky stopped paddling.  "You may stand up, but keep
your hands away from your bottom," she announced. Turning to
Leah, she said, "Yes, I think I took care of the problem.  Please
deal with him as you see fit," and left the room.

Leah paced around the office a couple of times to give me a
chance to recover from the paddling that Becky just gave me. 
"You're still going to be well punished for your part in little
Miss Raven's cheating escapade," she began.  "I've got to
convince you that the sweet smile of a girl can get you in deep
trouble sometimes.  And just because Miss Becky had to paddle you
does NOT mean that you'll get any less of the strap.  Now get
back over that desk and hold on tight...  Get your butt out there
and KEEP it there, or this will be a VERY long session!"

Raven gave me a salacious smile as I took my position bent over
the desk.  She ran her hands up and down her bare pigeon-toed
legs, something she would frequently continue to do as Leah
applied the strap, and something that was extremely arousing to
me.

Leah began my strapping after a moment.  She typically applied
about fifteen to twenty strokes, paused for a couple of minutes,
and applied another set.  The sound of her doubled-up belt filled
the room every time she snapped it against my bare skin. Then my
shout filled the room.  Invariably.  After a couple of sets of
strokes I performed the "dance of the strap" and frequently
kicked my legs as Leah continued her strong wielding of the belt.

After several sets of strokes, Leah stopped and put her belt
down.  

"Rick, no touching of your bottom now.  You may go sit down on
the sofa.  I'm going to leave both of you here for thirty minutes
of unsupervised detention.  I trust that after your punishments
today, you both will be more attentive to the rules at this
school.  Both of you will stay as you are until I return and tell
you to get dressed."

Then she left and locked the door.

There was complete silence for a couple of minutes.  Then Raven
came and sat next to me, spread her legs, and hiked up her skirt
to expose her beautiful pubic area.  Her labia were glistening
with her juices of arousal.  I immediately got a hard erection.

"God, I got so hot watching you get paddled and strapped," she
panted.  "It was all I could do not to jill off then - she'd have
really strapped my ass good if I did that!  Mmmmmm..."

Raven inserted two fingers in her now sloppily wet pussy,
withdrew them and smeared the juice all over my hard boner.  She
did that several more times until my erection was glistening and
well lubricated.

"Here, turn this way," she said, and I faced her.  "Now rub my
clit," she said, and grasped my boner with her hand and slowly
pumped it. "Look, it's not going to take long at all to make me
cum. Watch my pussy when I do..."

I rubbed my finger around her clitoris and labia.  She wasn't
kidding about being hot.  She moaned and her breathing became
rapid.  Her smooth, soft hand kept pumping me, and her mouth was
open as she panted.

"Okay Rick, watch my pussy!" she hoarsely whispered.  As she
exclaimed with repeated "Ahhhhh!" sounds I watched the opening to
her womanhood spasmodically open and contract several times, and
then a sticky, milky substance oozed out with each contraction. 
I had never seen anything like that before and the sight was so
erotic that I immediately ejaculated.  Raven shakily pointed my
spurting member toward her leg, and several hot jets of my semen
splattered on her inner thigh.

When the throes of orgasm subsided for both of us, Raven got a
stern expression on her face and pointed to the splotches of
semen on her leg, which had dripped down to her skirt.  "I'm
going to make a note of this in your file, Rick.  I understand
that Nurse Rachel is particularly interested in correcting this
kind of situation."

She smiled, and moved to the chair on the other side of the desk. 
A minute later, Leah came in, looked around, and told us to get
dressed.

Crystal told me that she and Lynn had fun designing the
Schoolhouse session, and that in some cases the teacher, played
in my session by Leah, would have used freshly cut switches.  A
good switching on top of a fresh paddling would have been very
intense.  I'm sure I would not have been able to keep in position
for a switching.  I also have a feeling that in an upcoming
session my limits will be tested with switches.

I mentioned that I was curious about the fact that some of the
staff sign up for receiving discipline, as was the case with the
Schoolhouse session. 

"Sometimes they sign up on their own accord, and usually for
personal reasons," Crystal explained.  "Some of them actually
like to get as well as give spankings.  When there's a reluctance
to sign up, certain incentives are offered, and then there is no
shortage of signups."  She wouldn't say what the incentives were.

Crystal told me a few days later that Carina increased her pay in
recognition of her role in the new sessions, and also wanted to
take her out for a nice dinner on Friday evening.

"I'm really looking forward to it," she said with excited eyes. 
"I wonder if she has anything particular in mind to talk about?"

(Continued in Volume 3)


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