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Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2002 00:10:10 -0400
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The Kimberwillow Clinic Volume 3 (F/M, some F/F)

Part 1 - Careening for Carina

After the following Sunday brunch with Crystal, she came to my
place and I pressed her for details about her dinner with Carina
which had taken place the previous Friday evening.

"She sure knows how to select good places to eat," Crystal
related, and told me what she had to eat. "We spent a good two
and a half hours there, just talking about everything in general.
It didn't appear that she had any special agenda - by that I mean
that we didn't plan strategy for the clinic then.  I felt like I
got to know her a lot better.  It was after the dinner that
things got interesting."

"Do tell," I prodded, and drew her close to me.

"Well, I had driven over to her place so that we could go to the
restaurant together, and when we got back to her place I was
really feeling good about her - kind of a loyalty thing - and
also a desire to please her.  Anyway, she drove us home - to her
place - and I was going to get in my car to go home, and I told
her thanks and that I really enjoyed her taking me out like that. 
She said that she enjoyed it too, and gave me a hug.  Anyway, I
didn't want to go home right then, and asked her if I could come
in and use the bathroom - I mean, who would say no to that,
right?  So I went in the bathroom and also freshened up - washed
my face and all and she asked if I'd like a little brandy.  I
said great.  She poured us each a little glass of brandy - boy,
that stuff was good! So she was sitting next to me and she must
have known there was something else on my mind.  I was kind of
confused about why I wanted to be there some more.  She said that
she knew there was something that I wanted to say and said it's
okay.  But I just sat there, I couldn't get any words out.

"She kept looking at me, like right in my eyes, and then I don't
know why, I started to cry. I couldn't help it, and I couldn't
stop crying.  She pulled me over to where she was and put her
arms around me.  After a while I stopped crying and she told me
that she knew that would happen and that it's okay.  I asked her
how she knew and she just smiled.

"Then she dipped a couple of fingers in her brandy glass, and
spread some brandy on my lips.  I about melted right then and
there.  Then she leaned toward me and lightly kissed me on the
lips where she put the brandy.  I kissed back, like I was hungry
for her, which I was in a way, and after a couple of minutes she
pulled me away and said 'I know what you want - why can't you
tell me?'  I said that I didn't know how to put it.  And I
challenged her, I said, well, what is it that I want?  And she
said 'You want me to use you - sexually and otherwise.'  My mouth
dropped open because that's exactly what I wanted but I didn't
know how to say it.

"And then I said, Please?  I guess it was kind of pathetic
because she laughed and asked me if I wanted to stay the night
and I said Yes! Then she led me by the hand - oh my gosh, Rick -
okay, I'll take these off - then she said she was going to start
my training in self-discipline and told me to get naked.  I threw
my clothes off and she laughed again - I know she wasn't laughing
AT me, but kind of like you laugh when a dog does something cute.

"She told me the training would be very difficult at times and
that she was going to discipline me and I needed to follow her
rules exactly.  She told me to lay on my tummy and stick my ass
out with no support underneath, and hold it there. She said that
she'd give me five strokes of the strap and that every time I
moved she'd start over.  After the third one I collapsed on the
bed and she said we had to start over and to get my ass up there. 
Gosh, she sure hit hard! Anyway - ohhhhh, Rick, how can I -
mmmmm, you feel good! So she whipped me some more and I wiggled
and we started over.  Finally I held still enough and I was glad
when she said okay.  Mmmm, kiss me, Rick!

"So Carina took off her clothes and got on the bed and didn't say
or do anything.  I wondered if she was mad at me.  I got the
feeling that she wanted to see what I'd do, so I kissed her and
she pulled me on top of her and we kept making out for a while. 
She guided my hand down there and I stroked her for a bit - then
she kissed me some more and had me keep stroking her.  She came
while we were kissing.  Then she had me lay on top of her again
and she reached over and put her hand down there on me - oh,
Rick, you're so hard, that feels good - as soon as I was going to
come she gave me a full-mouth kiss and I came hard.

"She also asked me an interesting question and told me not to
talk to you about it; what I can say is that she also wants to
take you out to dinner - I guess to pick your brain or
something."

I thought that was an interesting turn of events; I was glad, of
course, that Carina wanted to talk to me, apparently in private.
Crystal was particularly responsive sexually after her revelation
about Carina.

I went to Carina's house the following Friday evening after
accepting her invitation when she called during the week.  Two
days before that, Crystal had put me through a prolonged
discipline session, interminably administering the paddle and
then a severe leather strapping. Then we had an intense
lovemaking session, after which she informed me that she had
plans to spend Friday night with Lynn.

At dinner, Carina's presence was even more intoxicating than the
fine claret that she ordered to accompany the food. After making
conversation, she told me that she appreciated my enthusiasm for
sessions at the clinic, and that I was welcome to plan and
suggest new sessions.  With a coy smile, she said that "the
girls", as she called the staff, always had fun in sessions with
me.  "I know that Rachel kind of has a crush on you," she
continued.  "She really likes to put the wood to your butt - it's
'cause she likes you; she's been married about a year, and she's
told me that she often fantasizes that she's married to you when
she's in session with you."  I was glad for the compliment,
although I couldn't keep a twinge of embarrassment (and
hardening) from showing as I visualized what Rachel would be like
as a wife.

After a leisurely and thoroughly enjoyable dinner, Carina drove
us back to her place and asked me to come in.  Without asking,
she poured us each some brandy, kicked off her shoes, and sat
next to me on the sofa.  We lightly sipped brandy as she talked
more of her aspirations for the clinic.  

After a short while she brought her face a few inches from mine
and lightly puckered her lips.  I teasingly and gingerly felt her
lips with mine before pressing in for a thoroughly hungry kiss,
which led to a session of wordless and repetitive kissing and
exploration with our hands.

Later we were both naked on her bed, and I entered her.  "Take it
slow, Rick," she whispered.  "I want to really feel you - I want
it to last!"

I probed and plowed her welcoming womanhood with my rock-hard
erection.  We embraced, touched, and explored.  I took it slow,
and even stopped moving many times to keep from ejaculating. 
Carina appeared to be enjoying the lovemaking.  After nearly an
hour of being inside her, I looked in her eyes and at the same
time felt the smoothness of her legs against mine, and became
aware of the inevitability of approaching ejaculation.

"Oh God, Carina!" I exclaimed, and brusquely plowed her as I
spurted load after load of hot semen into her.  After we were
still for a few minutes, she whispered to me, "Rick - Rick, will
you do something for me - something really special?"

"Anything, Carina."

"Rick - I want you to pull out now, and use your mouth on my
pussy.  Make me cum, Rick - do that now."

I admit to having had misgivings about eating her pussy after I
spurted in there, but I agreed to it, so I pulled out (she made a
slurping sound between her legs when I emerged from her), nestled
my face down there and, gingerly at first, went after her pussy
with my mouth.  During the following twenty minutes she climaxed
four times, making the experience well worth it to me.

During the night we had intercourse twice more, and showered
together in the morning.  We went out for a late breakfast,
during which Carina mentioned that she had planned to seduce me
all along.

"I got so tired of the dating scene," she said, "and much of the
time the guy just wanted to pop his load right away.  Lately I
got so I wanted to experience someone who was gentle, thorough,
and long-lasting.  I told Crystal last week that I wanted to
experience you and asked if it was okay to seduce you...  Poor
girl, she was in a real quandary! Not so much jealousy - I think
she feels she has what it takes to keep you - it's more with my
being an authority figure for her. We talked about it a while,
and she became quite enthusiastic as time went on.  I know she'll
want to know all the details, and your bottom is probably in for
a good thrashing from her.  She admitted that she's spent some
time with Lynn, and after the episode that she and I had
together, she was more agreeable.  If SHE can sleep with me and
with Lynn, why can't you?  I did want to experience your hardness
inside me, and for a long time.  You exceeded my expectations. 
I'll have to tell Crystal that she's a very lucky woman."

The following day, Crystal came over in the afternoon and wanted
to hear all the details about my time with Carina.  I told her,
and I could tell she was extremely excited.  We both undressed,
and Crystal, true to form, gave me a prolonged and severe
strapping while I lay on the bed face down with two pillows
presenting my bared bottom to her.  The next hour together more
than made up for the pain.

Part 2 - The Tookie Machine

Crystal signed me up for a session that in her words "promised to
be memorable," with a new nurse on the staff.  There was a gleam
in her eyes when I showed up the following week at Kimberwillow.

A pale-skinned woman came to get me.  She was slender, medium
height with black shoulder-length hair that was arranged in bangs
over her forehead.  Her brown eyes had a sensuous, and at the
same time, penetrating, quality.  Her uniform dress exposed
several inches of bare leg above her knees, and she wore modest
white sneakers with no socks.

She firmly grasped my hand in the hallway and silently led me to
the room for our session.  Once inside, she told me to call her
Tookie, and instructed me to strip completely for my enemas.  She
folded her arms and watched me as I removed my clothes.

When I was face-up on the enema table, Tookie inserted a
retention nozzle into me and inflated the balloon "cuffs".  The
red two and a half quart bag was bulging, and she smiled slightly
as she began the flow.

I groaned when the pressure built up inside me.  Tookie did
nothing to stop, or even slow down, the flow.  Instead, she
manipulated my testicles and member, which felt good but under
the circumstances, didn't make me hard.

"Rick," she said in a low sensuous voice, "You're going to take
the whole thing without stopping.  Do that for me?  I can't begin
to describe how hot it gets me when I give a nice big enema non-stop."

The pressure increased.

"Ahhhhh! Oh, Tookie! Aughhh! Oh, the pressure! It's so much! 
Ohhhhhh!" I exclaimed.

She slipped off her panties.  "Feel my pussy, Rick.  Look what
this is doing to me. Go ahead," she said, and spread her legs.  I
put my hand under her dress and felt her creamy labia. I put one
finger inside her and her prolific juices dripped downward.  It
occurred to me that I would enjoy putting my mouth there and
tasting her juices.  This was a momentary distraction from the
relentless progress of the enema. She smiled at me and gently
removed my hand from between her legs.  

A sudden cramp gripped me.  "Auuugh! Oh God! Uhhhhh!"  Her eyes
sparkled.  She kept up the manipulation of my testicles.  The bag
completely drained after about another minute.

"You're going to have to hold the enema for a few minutes," she
said with a gleeful edge in her voice.  She generously squeezed
some lubricating jelly in one hand and grasped my member.  She
slowly pumped as she stared penetratingly into my eyes.  In spite
of my fullness and cramping, I became erect under her expert
handling.  As I held the enema I groaned frequently.  Nurse
Tookie apparently could tell whether my groaning was because of
the enema or because of her sensuous pumping of my erect member. 
She considerably slowed the tempo when I came close to
ejaculating.

She let me up and the relief was precious.  A full twenty minutes
later I was again lying on the enema table and Tookie inserted
the retention nozzle, this time attached to a three quart bag
which bulged ominously.

"Oh, Rick, I'm absolutely hot right now," she gushed when she
opened the clamp that let the enema start flowing.  Again she
applied some lubricating goo to one hand, and while my enema
relentlessly flowed, she slowly pumped my member.  She put her
other hand under her dress and stimulated herself.  I got the
definite impression that my expressions of discomfort were wildly
arousing to her. When I groaned and panted, she closed her eyes
momentarily and breathed deeper and more rapidly.  Just as the
bag emptied, I loudly exclaimed, and Tookie climaxed.

Her trembling hands continued to pump my throbbing erection,
slowing and pausing when I approached ejaculation, which was
sweet torment.  During the five minutes that I held the three
quarts, Tookie stimulated herself to climax once more.  "Be sure
you get every bit of the enema out," Tookie admonished when she
let me up.  Afterward, she watched as I showered.

She had set up a punishment bench while I was getting rid of the
enema.  She placed a firm pillow over the edge of it and had me
bend over the structure.  She secured my wrists and waist,
leaving my legs free to move.

"I'm really hot from this, Rick," she exclaimed.  "Have you ever
been spanked by a spanking machine?"  My facial expression told
her that I hadn't.

"Well," she continued, "This is going to be the best of both
worlds - for me!"  I had not noticed the machine, which was
sitting unobtrusively behind me in the corner of the room.  I was
not able to see Tookie set up the machine.  I only saw her
retrieve a straight segment of rattan from a cabinet, and then
she took it behind me and finished setting up the machine. 
Before she wheeled the spanking machine in place to administer to
me she had the machine swish the cane through the air a few
times.  The machine made a brief whirring sound, followed
immediately by the sound of the rattan cutting the air, with
another very brief whir as it presumably retracted the instrument
into position for the following stroke.

Tookie spent about five minutes calibrating the machine for the
particular instrument and range of the strokes.  She talked to me
as she did this.  "Okay, dear, now I'm setting it so that it will
not strike you above here," and ran her finger horizontally at
the upper portion of my bared bottom, "and no lower than here,"
and traced a line at the very lower edge, barely above the upper
thigh.  My mouth was dry.  Now I knew why Crystal was so excited
about me having this session.  She probably wants a spanking
machine of her own!

Tookie continued in a low, sensuous voice. "I can set the machine
to apply the strokes in sequence, each one next to the other, or
randomly anywhere in the target zone.  Today, I'm choosing random
placement."  She adjusted some dials and continued.  "I'm setting
the severity around seven, with a random intensity variation of
two.  This means that the strokes will always be between level
five and level nine of intensity.  Seven is... quite energetic;
nine is even harder.  Ooh, I'm gonna enjoy this!"

"Well, it's about time to start your whipping," Tookie stated and
walked around in front of me.  "Do you know what I'm going to do
after your caning?"  She turned sideways and placed her hands on
her hips and bent her knees slightly.  "I'm going to put on a
strap-on dildo and fuck you silly with it."  She lewdly pumped
her hips back and forth with the imaginary dildo while relating
her plans.  "Yes, I'm going to get a strap-on and fuck you to
kingdom come!"  She continued to pump her hips silently for a
moment.

Then she wheeled an adjustable desk chair close in front of me,
hiked her dress up all the way and seated herself.  She put her
legs up and rested them on my shoulders, so that I had a nice
view of her thick brunette bush.

She looked into my eyes as she pressed a button on the remote
control for the spanking machine. I heard a very brief whirring
sound and immediately afterward felt a hot streak of pain across
my buttocks.

"Ahhh!" I exclaimed and saw a slight smile on her lips.  She
pressed the button again and the machine whipped another cane
stroke across my bottom.  A raucous groan escaped my clenched
teeth.  Tookie's free hand went to her pubic area and she slid
her finger over her creamy labia.  Her aroused clitoris emerged
and she pressed the button again.  I exclaimed loudly as a
forceful stroke danced on my bared bottom.  She never took her
eyes away from me as she repeatedly pressed the button on the
remote and the machine readily did her bidding.  I managed to
keep quiet for the less severe strokes, but when a forceful one
made contact I had no choice but to exclaim aloud.

Another interesting thing I observed was that every time Tookie
pressed the button to have the machine deliver a cane stroke, she
pumped her hips back and forth.

A few more cane strokes and Tookie climaxed raucously and quite
vocally. A trembling hand directed the machine to whip the cane a
couple dozen more strokes, and her glistening vagina pulsed with
a second climax.  The machine whipped another dozen after that
and Tookie decided to go to the next phase.

She moved the spanking machine out of the way and retrieved the
strap-on dildo.  Standing in front of me, she ceremoniously
attached it to her hips and cinched the bindings tightly around
her midsection.  She went in back of me and snapped on a
disposable glove.  I squirmed while she packed a considerable
amount of lubricating jelly into me.

"Okay, Rick.  Get ready for the ride of your life."

She spread me apart and put the tip of the strap-on against my
opening, gave a firm push, and shoved the first inch inside, and
stopped for a moment.  Then she resumed, working the dildo in and
out a little at a time, until it was deep inside me.  She pulled
out, packed some more lubricant in, and penetrated me again.

Tookie firmly grasped my hips with her hands worked up to a brisk
pace.  She kept up the tempo and began to thrust the strap-on
with long strokes.

"UH!  UHH!  UHHN!  UHH!" I exclaimed as the black-haired nurse
continued to thrust wildly.  The pumping became brusque, and I
kicked my legs each time she pounded her hips against me.

"Yeah," she panted, "I love it when you move like that!"

Tookie the human dynamo just kept on relentlessly thrusting and
pumping.  Each inward thrust filled me up completely.

"Aaaaugh!" I frequently shouted as Tookie continued to wildly
fuck me with her strap-on.

"Yes! Oh God, Yes!" she yelled.  She did not slow down or pause
during her climax, but kept up the brusque and rhythmic pounding
with her hips.

"Tookie," I groaned, "Please, I've had enough!"

"No," she answered, while pumping nonstop, "I don't think you've
had enough yet..."

She pulled out and packed some more lubricant in me, parted my
cheeks, and renewed the relentless pumping.

"Oh, God, Tookie! Auuugh!" I cried out, to no effect.  She kept
pistoning the strap-on in and out.  I suddenly remembered my
session with Gloria, and recalled that when I encouraged her, it
wore her out sooner.  I reasoned that it couldn't hurt to try the
same strategy now.

"Oh! Tookie!" I called out.  "That feels so good. Fuck me. Fuck
me, Tookie! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me good!"

Immediately she went over the edge and exclaimed, "Ahh... Ahhh...
Ahhh... Ahhh!"

She didn't miss a beat when she climaxed.  Those hips kept
pumping relentlessly.

"Come on, Tookie!" I cried.  "I need you to fuck me!  In the
ass!"  Then, remembering that my vocal reactions seemed to excite
her, I punctuated every thrusting penetration with an excited
"uhh" sound.  That seemed to work, and in a rather short time she
climaxed again.

Still pumping, she panted, "I wish I could see your face right
now. I love the way you talk, Rick!  I love the way you say my
name."

"Oh, Tookie!" I exclaimed. Then I called out her name every time
she drove the probe into me.  "Tookie, Tookie, Tookie, Tookie,
Tookie ..."  I repeated her name continuously.  She had another
orgasm after a few moments, and then suddenly stopped.

"I can't go on, Rick!" she panted.  "You wore me out.  I thought
I'd make you beg for mercy, but you just kept taking it. This is
a first for me."

Tookie unfastened my bindings and I stood up.  My bottom was
sore, inside and out, from her enthusiastic attentions.  I
gingerly reclined on the examination table when she said she'd
massage the soreness out of my body.

"I realize this session was rather intense," Tookie softly stated
as her warm lotioned hands pressed into my tense back muscles. 
"Lynn told me that she liked my intensity when she interviewed
me," she continued.  "Lynn also mentioned that she knew of a
client who would be just right for this particular session - she
was right.  I loved it."

Her hands felt my legs, and she probed and massaged the tension
out of them.  I moaned with delight when her hands softly
encircled my well whipped bottom.  A few moments of this, and her
touching was becoming more sensuous.

"Oh!" I suddenly exclaimed as she easily slipped a lotioned
finger in my back way and wiggled it.  She laughed and easily
pulled it out, continuing her soft massaging of my posterior. 
Several more times she slipped her finger in there and wiggled it
around.  The sensuous feeling from that maneuver just about drove
me wild. My developing erection pressed against the table.

She told me to turn over and massaged my legs, chest, face, and
then my groin.  Using both hands on my testicles and raging
boner, she again slipped a finger inside me and shimmied it a few
seconds while pulling on my scrotum with the other hand to keep
me from popping off right away. She did this several times, while
getting me more aroused with her touch and her talk.

"Nurse Rachel tells me that you're a nasty boy," Tookie cooed
while her slippery hands slid over and around my testicles and
erection.  "She says you think nasty thoughts and then you squirt
your nasty spunk all over.  She asked me to write a note in your
file if I think you're a nasty boy.  She asked me if you have a
girlfriend. I told her I can't imagine that you do and are able
to come here at the same time. Unless she's a nasty girl."

My rock hard erection was throbbing, and my arousal was intense
from Tookie's sensuous talk.  She continued massaging, talking,
and tugging at my scrotum.

"I think Rachel likes you a lot.  I heard somewhere that she and
her husband are not getting along very well.  I'll tell you one
thing - she's a nasty girl, Rick.  She has all these nasty
thoughts about you.  She loves to paddle you, and thinks about
what she'd like to be able to do with you after a good paddling.
She gets so hot when she paddles a nasty boy, Rick!  Rachel would
like to have you eat her pussy and then she'd put the wood to
your butt, real good, and then she'd open up her legs to you. 
When you'd be inside her, she'd close her eyes and moan.  Then
she'd feel your legs with hers, and -"

"Oh! Ahh! Ooh! Aaah!" I exclaimed as hot streaks of semen spurted
forth.  Tookie smiled and pumped my exploding member as all the
erotic tension and frustrations of the day gushed into the air.

Completely spent, I put my clothes on and prepared to leave the
clinic.  On the way out, Tookie whispered,  "I'll just have to
write a note for Rachel in your file that you spurted all over
the place, you nasty boy!"

The next day Crystal came over to spend the night, and asked for
full details about my session with Tookie.  I told her all about
it, including what Tookie told me about Rachel, and asked how she
would have known.

"We all went out for happy hour on Tookie's first day of work, to
celebrate," Crystal began.  "Rachel got pretty silly after a few
drinks, and was very uninhibited.  She told us all that she and
her husband were having problems, and that a split seemed
inevitable.  Then she started talking about you, not knowing that
you're my boyfriend.  I thought it was pretty revealing, although
I wasn't upset with her.  Lynn was getting a big kick out of it
too.  Anyway, Rachel went on to say that she has a crush on you,
and how she likes to paddle you and scold you for 'nasty
thoughts'.  She made a lot of other suggestive comments about you
and - oh, look at you, rising to the occasion!  Anyway, Lynn
talked to me the next day and she says that I can't keep my
involvement with you secret forever.  She doesn't know yet what
to do about it, but I have the feeling that everyone will soon
know. We can't let that hard-on go to waste, darling.  How'd you
like to fuck my brains out?"

Part 3 - Interlude

"I want to extend your limits, darling," Crystal told me several
days later.  "Will you agree to that?"  She never asks me that
unless she has a plan for me that she hasn't told me about, and
the rewards from her are always exquisite.  The fact that she
asked me is a formality that we agreed to early on.  I knew that
the discipline session would be rigorous, and the objective is to
extend my endurance and submission to her.

I looked in her loving eyes and immediately said, "Yes, Crystal."

"Good.  Let's get started.  I want you to take all your clothes
off and bend over the desk.  I'll be there in a few minutes and
we'll start."

My heart raced as I shed my clothes.  The rules that we follow
for an extended limits session are that I'm supposed to take all
that she gives me without getting out of position.  If I do get
out of position, Crystal adds penalty strokes after she has
finished with what she would have given me.  She decides how much
to add.  I leaned across the desk, knowing that my bottom would
be sore for several days hence.

Crystal returned with a leather tawse.  She had changed clothes,
and always dresses in a way that I find erotic.  This time she
wore a white shirt with buttons in the front, black shorts, bare
legs, black shoes and white socks.

"Ready, darling?"

"Yes Ma'am." This was also part of our ritual.

Crystal delivered twelve hot, powerful swats across my bare
bottom and pranced around to where I could see her, and back
behind me again.  I took them fairly well.  Likewise with the
second, third, and fourth dozens.  The fifth dozen was a
struggle, and I held on to the edge of the desk tightly, lest I
get out of position.  As Crystal continued to apply the strap, I
reacted to the hot swats with a brief but raucous shout. I knew
that she was getting intensely aroused.  I was also wishing she
would stop.

After she applied several dozen more strokes, she shifted her
position.  I braced myself for what I knew was coming.  Getting
directly behind me, she rapidly applied the strap in a continuous
forehand-backhand manner.  This is the most difficult part of a
strapping from Crystal - the strap bites into the tender part of
the buttocks more toward the side of each cheek, and the rapid
pace assures me a most difficult struggle to stay in position.

It was then that I did two things that I did not want to do -
first, I pleaded with her to stop, while frantically kicking my
legs and twisting to and fro.  She did not pause or slow down,
however, and after more endless swats, I bolted upright and
shouted, "OH! I can't..."

"You've just earned extra, my love," she said sweetly.  "Get back
over there now."

With fresh resolve I leaned over and gripped the other edge of
the desk and waited for her to continue.

"I should make you take them without moving AT ALL, but that's
for some other time," she cooed.  "You know that I love you,
don't you darling?"

"Yes Ma'am," I groaned.

"And you're not going to get out of position again, are you?"

"No Ma'am," I replied with a note of uncertainty.

Crystal resumed the intense forehand-backhand application of the
strap. After several swats I resumed my kicking and twisting. 
The fiery swats were too much and I stood up again.

"Ooh, you must like this," Crystal remarked.

"You're just trying to force me to do this!" I replied.

"No, darling," she said tenderly.  "You're extending your limits,
and doing really well.  Now I want you to get back over and stay
put for twenty more strokes.  Can you do that?"

"... Yes Ma'am..."

Those twenty swats were the most severe yet, but since I knew
when she'd stop, I was able to stay bent over, although I still
yelled and twisted.  Crystal said I could stand up for a few
moments after that.  I felt as though I had been pressed beyond
my endurance.  But that is the purpose of extending limits -
taking the recipient up to, and somewhat past, what they think
they can take, in a firm and loving manner.

She returned with a rattan school cane and said that it was time
to take care of the penalty strokes for getting out of position. 
I surmised that she was intensely aroused by this time, and she
had taken off her shorts and shirt, and was wearing only her
panties, shoes and socks.

"Over you go, my love.  That's it... Hold on to the other end of
the desk and don't let go.  I want you to stick your bottom out
for these.  Yes, arch your back... more... more still, I want
your bottom nicely presented.  That's it.  Like that.  Stay just
like that!"

Crystal took her place and tapped the cane a few times on my sore
and well-strapped bottom.  Then with a sudden flick of her wrist
she whipped a blazing stroke against my waiting backside.

"Ahh! OH! Ohhh!" I shouted, and kicked my legs.

She paused several seconds.  Then... whippp!

"OH! Ahhh! Ooooh!"

She waited for my twisting to stop.

"Come on! Stick it out there!  More!  Okay. You're going to take
every stroke like that, understand, darling?"

"Yes Ma'am..."

Whippp!

"OWW! OH! Ow-Ow-Ow!"

She kept on whipping like that, and reminded me that she had to
make the consequences of getting out of position unpleasant
enough so that I'd have a strong motivation to avoid it in the
future.  The caning seemed to go on interminably, and the
intensity of the strokes was enhanced by the previous strapping. 
I must have gotten about two dozen before she stopped.

She tried to soothe the pain with cool washcloths and skin cream. 
My bottom was a mass of red and purple, with raised weals from
the caning.  I knew I'd literally have trouble sitting
comfortably for a few days, and I'd be sore for several days
after that.

Crystal then said that she was going to move in with me for at
least a week and a half, during which I could have her any time,
and any way that I wanted, as often as I wanted, and that she
would never say no.

We started that time in the evening, and I experienced many
delights with her, some of them new, some of them involving
"toys".  It was enlightening for both of us how sensuously and
delightfully submissive she could be.  Like a seasoned dance
partner, she always knew what move to make, and how much
resistance to offer during every one of the maneuvers that I put
her through, even the ones we had not experienced before.  Our
bond of attachment to each other deepened during that time, which
I think was one of her goals before the events of the following
couple of weeks afterward.

Part 4 - The Loan

To say that Crystal is full of surprises is an understatement.

We went out to dinner on a Tuesday evening and Crystal mentioned
that she and Lynn had a very interesting meeting that afternoon
at the clinic.

"Lynn was concerned about Rachel" she began.  "Rachel has been
absent a lot and we've had to scramble to fill in for her
scheduled sessions.  We know she's going through a separation and
all that, and Lynn doesn't want to be too hard on her now.  On
the one hand, Rachel should be more responsible in not signing up
for sessions that she's not likely to show up for; on the other
hand, she's going through a lot, and it's way out of character
for her.  Lynn is afraid that Rachel's drinking or doing drugs,
and that would definitely affect her career.  After we threw some
ideas around the meeting, which was just the two of us, I piped
up that Rachel's always talking about you - Rick - OK, the word
'always' was an exaggeration, but you know what I mean.  Anyway,
I said to Lynn, maybe Rick can bring her out of her funk.  Lynn
looked at me kind of weird, and I said yeah, let her have Rick
spend a weekend with her, on the condition that she doesn't drink
or do drugs during that time, and if she can't come back to us
reasonably, let her go.  'You would be willing to do that?!' Lynn
asked, and she was definitely surprised.  I said of course, I
came up with the idea, right?  When she agreed, I said I'd have
to run it by you, but I don't expect you to be against the idea -
in fact, I know you'd have a lot of fun, and I kind of saw this
coming when I wanted to extend your limits a few weeks ago.  So
how about it?"

It didn't take me long to say yes.  Crystal phoned Lynn and told
her that the idea was a "go".  She stayed the night, during which
we took part in some exquisite pleasures.

The next day after work, Crystal said that everything had been
arranged, and told me where to show up on Friday.  She further
mentioned that she would be spending the weekend with Lynn, and
wanted a detailed narration of my forthcoming stay with Rachel. 
I told her okay, provided that I got a detailed report of her
weekend with Lynn.  She laughed and agreed to that.

I left work a little early on Friday and went directly to
Rachel's.  I could not concentrate an anything else that day, and
I was definitely nervous and didn't really know what to expect.

Rachel answered the door barefoot and wearing a sheath dress. 
Her eyes looked tired, but her smile was bright, indicating that
she was okay with the situation.  I brought her a pendant as a
little present, and she excitedly put it on.

"You know, you're the opposite of my soon-to-be-ex husband,"
Rachel said.  "I can tell that you LIKE me, and I came to realize
recently that he didn't - he just wanted a wife and he treated me
pretty badly.  I don't know how I got fooled into that.  Well,
what now?"

I told her that I didn't know how to proceed, since our
interaction so far at the clinic had been with me as a client and
her as mistress, and that I definitely like her as well.  I told
her that we should probably get to know each other.

I sat next to her on the couch and she said she wanted to be
held, and leaned into me.  I caressed her, and she wept as I
stroked her hair and face. She continued to cry for about a half
hour while I held her, and then spent the next half hour silent. 
I guessed that her mind was busy all the time with dealing with
her situation.

She looked up at me with wet eyes and smiled sweetly.  I couldn't
help kissing her then, she looked so sweet and needy.  Her
enthusiasm surprised me when she returned my kisses with a fervor
I hadn't expected.  We kept this up for a while, and then she
looked me straight in the eye and said, "Rick - please take me -
make love to me.  Lead me back to the bedroom, Rick."

I was a little taken aback that Rachel wasn't assuming an obvious
dominant role, and I took her hand and led her to the bed.  She
pulled her dress off and stood naked in front of me.  My aching
boner struggled to get out of its confinement, and I quickly shed
my clothes.  Taking her hand again, I led her onto the bed into a
full-body hug.  I put my hand on her pussy and noticed that she
was profusely lubricating, so I placed my mouth against her
womanhood and tasted her sweet nectar.  I did not mind that it
took her a while to climax.  She kept generating sweet tasting
pussy juice, and I kept eating it up.

Gingerly, I entered Rachel.  She hungrily pulled me close and I
probed her for several minutes.  In my aroused state it didn't
take long for me to ejaculate, and I cried out in ecstasy as I
spurted into her body.  She continued to clutch me near her for a
long while, and we both drifted to sleep.  I awoke next to her a
while later and although she was still sleeping, I gently stroked
her pussy with my fingers.  She stirred and awoke, and as she
pulled me close to her I entered her again.  To her delight, I
plowed and probed her for some time before she gave me a certain
look with her eyes that pushed me over the edge.  After I spurted
inside her, she again held me close for a while.  We  were both
getting hungry and went out to eat.

Since I was her lover for the weekend and she was mine, we acted
like new lovers, exchanging meaningful touches and looks in
addition to conversation.  She told me that although she's quite
dominant at work, she's generally the opposite at home.  She
smiled sweetly again and made it known that she wanted to be
totally satiated with sex by the time the weekend was over.  She
also said that there was something else she wanted me to do, but
she couldn't tell me right then.

When we got back home I took the lead and stripped her of her
clothes, had her lie face down on the bed, and entered her pussy
from behind.  The feel of her smooth pale legs stirring under me
as I brusquely fucked her while holding her down, kept me hard
for a long while.  The sound of her voice when she climaxed sent
me over the edge, and I again pumped her full of semen.  We fell
asleep soon after and spent the night in close contact.

After a shower and a leisurely breakfast that Rachel fixed for us
she showed me an assortment of "toys" and implements. There were
wrist cuffs, paddles, enema bags with nozzles, vibrators, butt
plugs, dildos, and some other contraptions.

"This weekend, Rick," she intoned seriously, "I want you to use
these freely - use them on me.  I won't tell you a second time,
but I really want you to use them.  I expect you to give me some
good hard spankings with the paddles - don't worry, I deserve
them.  I expect to finish the weekend with a very sore butt.  I
loved the way you took me last night after dinner.  I want you to
do things like that - and more.  Remember, I'm the submissive one
now."

I agreed, then waited a few minutes for the atmosphere to change
to allow it and also for me to think of some scenarios.

"Rachel, I want you to give yourself an enema," I announced. 
"I'll watch you while you do that."

Sheepishly, she prepared a soapy solution in a two quart bag and
administered an enema to herself while I looked on.  I told her
to clean herself well, and that I was going to give her a good
spanking.  She presented herself to me and I had her bring the
oak hairbrush.  I guided her across my lap.  Rachel's nether buns
were exquisite to look at as I slapped the hairbrush repeatedly,
first on one side, then the other.  She kicked her legs as a
swimmer would, and I had to admonish her several times to be
still.  After a few dozen swats I told her to retrieve a butt
plug and some lubricant.  With Rachel across my lap again, I
lubed the butt plug and her back hole, and worked it inside her.

"I think you need some more spanking," I told her, and paddled
her until tears flowed from her, which was what I suspected she
was after.  Then I held her close while she gave vent to her
expiated guilt.

One of her toys was a metal device designed to fit over the face
and keep the mouth wide open.  I put that on her and remarked how
sexy she looked wearing it.  I had her sit on the hardwood chair,
with the butt plug still inside her, and cuffed her wrists behind
her.  She brought me off inside her open mouth, and then I ate
her pussy while she was still seated with her hands cuffed behind
her and her mouth forced open, and wearing the butt plug.  I was
exquisitely aroused by the open-mouthed sounds Rachel made when
she climaxed.

I released her and she allowed that what she had just experienced
was intensely erotic.  She turned around and wagged her tail end
at me in a come hither fashion, and I mock-tackled her onto the
bed and fucked her thoroughly; then we dozed for a while.

During that night we were close - physically and emotionally.
Long, slow, deep, loving, intercourse; kisses all over - several
times through the night, followed by deep, restful sleep.

The next day we had a couple of meals out and took some walks
holding hands.  Back at her place we cuddled, and I kissed her
tears away.  That evening, before I left Rachel to go home, I had
her strip and I gave her a severe hairbrush spanking, hoping to
expiate enough of her secret guilt so that she'd be functioning
later.  She cried for quite a while and then we made sweet love
one last time.

Crystal wisely gave me some space for a few days and she came
over to stay the night on Wednesday.  She eagerly listened as I
told her about my weekend with Rachel.  She was surprised at
Rachel's submissiveness and had figured that I would have gotten
several hard paddlings over the weekend.  Aroused and titillated,
she gave me a severe paddling, after which she stripped
completely and got on the bed next to me to tell me about her
time with Lynn.

"Lynn fixed dinner for us," Crystal began, "and then we talked
about the clinic for a while.  I don't know what started it, but
we began to roughhouse on the floor - trying to wrestle the other
one and pin them down. Every time Lynn pinned me down, she kissed
me on the mouth and let me up; then we went at it again.  She
really is strong.  Anyway, she got the idea to raise the stakes
of the game and said that I would accumulate 5 spanks every time
she pinned me down and vise versa.  Well, as you can guess -
Ohhhh, Rick! mmmmmmm! - she managed to pin me a lot more than I
got her.  We still did the kissing - gmmblmmmm - you're making me
so hot - when I couldn't go on any more I agreed to add ten
spanks to my total, and it came to sixty.  I owed her twenty
spanks.

"Lynn said she'd distribute the sixty spanks she owed me over the
weekend, and said it was time to start to pay up, and we should
get naked.  My clothes were off instantly and Lynn got the
hairbrush and had me get across her lap.  She said she was going
to give me ten swats at a time to work off my debt.  But she also
said that I needed to take them without moving my legs or
wiggling my butt, and if I did move or wiggle, we'd start over. 
I had to point my toes and keep the top of my feet on the floor,
and keep my butt from wiggling.

"Well, I took five without moving - she sure hits hard, and I
yelled with each swat - then I twisted and wiggled.  So I had to
really, really try hard to take ten in a row, and I kicked my
legs after another six.  Damn!  So I had to try again, and this
time I took the ten from her, but she sure heard about it.  She
said my keeping still really turns her on, and I can see that
because that's the way I like you to take it.  Anyway, she spread
her legs and asked me to suck on her pussy.  She was so wet she
was almost dripping! So I grabbed her legs and went to work on
her, and she came real soon.  She took me to the bedroom and we
fooled around some more.  Uhhhh! Rick!

"We also fooled around during the night.  Saturday morning after
breakfast, Lynn wanted to give me another ten swats to see if I
got better at taking them.  We both got naked and I went over her
lap.  The swats caught me by surprise and I kicked wildly after a
few strokes.  So, we started over and I tried with everything I
had to stay still and I did it!  Then we got dressed and met
Carina for lunch and spent three hours talking to her. It was
great.  

"On the way back to Lynn's I asked her when I'd get to give her
the spanks I owed her, and she said anytime I wanted to.  Mmmmmm,
Rick, you're making me wet.  Anyway I told Lynn that I'd give her
a spanking after I'd get my next ten.  Off came our clothes, and
I was over her lap for another ten swats.  I actually held still
enough so that she didn't repeat any.  So I said okay, you're
next.  We swapped places and she got across my lap.  She told me
to notice how she wasn't going to kick or squirm at all, and that
I should use the hairbrush as hard and as fast as I wanted to,
and that I could give her the whole twenty If I chose to.  She's
got a nice ass, Rick.  I bet you'd like doing her!  Uhhhhh!
You're so hard.  Ohhhhh!  Anyway, I - Ahhhhh - so I gave her the
hairbrush just as hard as I - mmmmf - could, and she didn't move
a muscle!  That was so exciting, Rick! She said that was pretty
good, but that I was foolish and inexperienced.  She said she'd
demonstrate when she gave me my next set.  Oh-yes! Ummmmm!  I
wanted to go fool around in the bedroom but she wanted to wait -
wouldn't tell me why.

"About an hour later Carina came over and we dreamed up a great
new session for the clinic - tee hee - and then Lynn told Carina
about the spanking game that we played.  Carina said she and Lynn
frequently play that and that Lynn usually is on the receiving
end of the spankings more than she is.  I told them I'd like to
see them do that and Carina suggested five rounds.  I got so hot
watching them wrestle each other and kiss, and Carina won three
out of five.  Off came their clothes, out came the hairbrush, and
Lynn took her thirty swats  all at once.  Carina really gave it
to her good, she yelled but she didn't move her butt.  That was
so sexy.  And then it was Lynn's turn to spank.  She told me to
watch her demonstrate what she mentioned earlier.

"Now this was the first time I ever saw Carina submissive like
that.  Lynn spanked hard, like she always does, and instead of
alternating sides with each spank, she placed two or three swats
in the same place before changing sides.  Carina kept her ass and
legs still, but she yelled out when the second or third spank
landed in the same place.  I almost creamed watching that.  They
suggested we go in the bedroom and we did.  Ahhh!  You feel so
good inside me! OH!  Anyway, Carina pinned me down on the bed and
kissed me while Lynn licked my pussy.  Oh God, I almost died
cumming - they kept it up until I was incoherent and crying.

"Then Carina put on a strap-on and told Lynn to get on top of me
and straddle me on her knees, doggy style.  I was looking up at
Lynn's face and Carina put it in her.  Lynn just about went crazy
with Carina pumping fast and deep - oh Rick! Ahhhh! Lynn came
several times and Carina fucked her nonstop until she pounded on
the bed with her fists and begged her to stop.

"Then - here's the interesting part - Carina had me put on the
strap-on.  Then she laid on top of Lynn, face to face, and had me
fuck her.  I laid on top of her and fucked her good and hard
while Lynn kissed her and held her face close to hers.  I figured
I'd do to her what she did to Lynn - I fucked her like there was
no tomorrow, and didn't stop when she came.  But she took
everything I gave her - I got worn out first.  Ooooh, that feels
good, Rick!  Yes, babe, come inside me.  Oh, yes, come in me now
- Ahhh, I love it when you come."

"So then, we all slept soundly and went out for a nice breakfast
the next morning - oh my gosh, I'm so wet and sticky down there
now - and I still had thirty swats to take from Lynn that day. 
Lynn proposed that she give me all thirty at once provided that
Carina would help to hold me down, in return for not starting
over if I wiggle.  I said okay and Lynn told me to take off my
shorts and panties.  Oh, Rick, I've never had a spanking that
long and hard.  Lynn really knows her stuff, and I never want to
go over her lap again.

"Carina left us, and we fooled around in bed for a couple hours
and I came home.  Oh, and Carina's going to call you this week -
she said she wants to take you to dinner again and talk about
some things."

Part 5 - Keeping in Practice

I did get the expected call from Carina the next evening, and I
went to her place Friday evening.  At dinner, during which she
flirtatiously teased me almost constantly, she mentioned that her
staff needs to keep in practice regularly with the strap-on
dildos, and if she has to, she'll call monthly staff meetings at
which everyone takes a turn at administering to each of the
staff.  She suggested, however, that if I would sign up at least
once a month for the Open House session and its variants, I'd get
that session at no charge, and she'd have me spend an evening
(night?) with her in addition.

I readily agreed and told her I would set up a session midweek. 
She flirted and teased some more and took me back to her house. 
The teasing and flirting didn't stop then, and in a matter of
minutes we were both undressed, on the bed, with my mouth
fervently planted on her pussy.  Two climaxes later I entered her
welcoming pussy.  I pumped and probed, and my first ejaculation
of the night pulsed into the warm mystical place between her
hips.

We talked for a while, touching and stroking one another all the
while, and when I developed a boner I slid inside her again.  I
pumped her pussy in several positions over a considerable while. 
When Carina determined that I would not last much longer before
squirting, she maneuvered so that I was on my back, still inside
her, and we kept still until the feeling subsided.  She told me
to just lay back and enjoy what was coming, and moved her well-trained
hips so that her pussy was - well, it was as if her pussy
were giving me a blowjob.  Slurpy sounds accompanied the
thrusting of her hips, and her inner muscles demonstrated an
exquisite, breathtaking skill.  I almost could not believe what I
was seeing and feeling.  I threw my head back and groaned loudly
as I let go with uncontrolled spurting.  This orgasm was like
lightning striking repetitively in the same place.

Carina smiled broadly, with me still inside her, when I had
calmed down, and asked "How did you like that?"

"Ohhhhhhh..." was all I could say at the time.

"I thought you might like it.  It'll be fun to train Crystal to
do that."

The following Wednesday I went to the clinic for the promised
Open House session.  Nurse Becky led me into the room that was
equipped with a bed in addition to an examination table.  While
the enemas were working in me, she placed some thick foam pillows
on the bed and put some large towels over them.  As I showered
after the enemas she arranged the strap-on, the lubricants,
disposable gloves, and straps and paddles where they'd be within
easy reach of those who would drop in during Open House.

With me draped over the thick pillows, Becky gave me ten hard
swats with a Spencer paddle and then generously lubed me back
there.  She inserted the probe into my tail end, and with firm
hands grasping my hips, powerfully fucked me.  One thing about
Becky that I could feel about her hands - the way she gripped me,
I knew without a doubt that the probe was going to go in as far,
as fast, or as deep as she wanted it to go in.  If Becky wanted
it to happen, it was going to happen.

Since the door to the room was left open during this kind of
session, with an "Open House" sign on it (except for the enemas
and the very last part of the session), other nurses frequently
came in to watch and chat while I was being spanked or used with
the strap-on.  After Becky, Lynn came in and used a doubled-up
leather belt to strap me, and then, in front of Crystal and
Anarosa, took me for a good ride.  Anarosa used a longish tawse
on me, snapped on a disposable glove, profusely lubricated me,
and fucked me long and hard.  Crystal gave me ten hard smacks
with a Spencer paddle, then tenderly fucked me for several
minutes.  Carina dropped in and, after a scathing leathering with
the tawse, gave me quite a boner with her strap-on usage.  She
stayed around and watched when Rachel, close to the end of the
session's time, put the paddle to my butt - hard.  

Rachel lubed me up and inserted the strap-on.  After a few
thrusts she stopped and said, "I want YOU to do the work now,
Rick.  Move that butt back and forth and I'll keep still.  Come
on, move it!"

On my hands and knees on the bed, I pumped my hips back and forth
into Rachel's strap-on.  She placed her hands on her hips for
stability.

"Faster, Rick! Show me that you want it.  If I don't see that ass
moving nice and sexy for the strap-on, I'll make it move real
good with the paddle!"

Going faster, I thrust my hips so that I smacked up against
Rachel, back and forth.  I must have looked like I was really
into it, since Rachel made sounds of approval.  "Yes, like that -
keep it up, Rick, this is great."

I punctuated each back thrust with an 'uh!' sound as the session
went on.  When she was satisfied, she let me stop.  She pulled
out and Carina complimented her and left the room.

Rachel locked the door and told me to lie face up on the bed. 
She stripped completely and straddled my mouth.  Her pussy was
sloppily wet with her juices and she rode me for two climaxes. 
Then she draped herself on top of me and inserted my boner in her
pussy.  "I've been wanting to do this ever since the weekend that
we had together," she whispered while her hips rhythmically moved
and hungrily caressed me.  She planted her lips on mine for a
long passionate kiss until my ejaculation exploded inside her and
I thrashed about.

We showered together and I feasted my eyes on her pale naked body
and wide smile.  She was delighted that I developed another
erection for her as I was getting dressed.

On my way out of the clinic,  Crystal signed me up for the newly
designed session that she told me about earlier.  I signed up for
one week out to give my well-paddled and strapped bottom time to
recover.  She also made plans to spend part of the weekend with
me, and said she had to call me later that day with some
interesting information.  When Crystal did call, she told me that
Carina had offered her the day off from work tomorrow if she'd
spend the night with her that night, mentioning that she'd
probably need the day off.  That was most interesting, and I
couldn't wait for her to come over on Saturday afternoon to fill
me in.

"I won't spank you this weekend - you still need time to recover
before your session next week," Crystal related when we got
together.  "It was a very interesting night with Carina.  Maybe I
shouldn't tell you about it, but instead show you.  No, I'll tell
you.  We went out to dinner, like before, and we talked for a
little bit when we got back to her place.  Anyway, she took me
into the bedroom and we got undressed and she hooked up a strap-on.
We kissed for a while and then she fucked me all kinds of
ways with her strap-on - easy, hard, on top of me, from behind,
all that.  I was so hot I came several times.  Carina laid on her
back and wanted me to get on top of her. 

"She put her hands behind her head and told me to follow her
instructions.  I sunk the strap-on inside my pussy and she said
to imagine that my pussy is my mouth, and to sensuously suck on
her strap-on - as if giving a BJ.  After a long while I finally
caught on and got the hang of it.  Carina seemed to get so much
pleasure from it that I came.  Anyway, she stuck her finger
inside me and had me work on it that way.  Gosh that felt good. 
Anyway, then I put on the strap-on and pleasured her with it
several times.  In the shower the next morning we had some fun
with getting all slippery with the soap - I guess we spent a half
hour in there.  Anyway I was kind of sleepy from being up half
the night so I went home and napped."

Crystal demonstrated her new skills on me.  It was breathtakingly
erotic and of course she extracted a plentiful amount of semen
from me.

Part 6 - Old Fashioned Discipline

Two women I had not seen before came for me when I showed up for
the new session at Kimberwillow.  They were clad in lacy dresses,
sandals, and bare legged.  They were both medium height and
dark-haired.  One had long wavy hair and the other had shoulder-length
straight hair.  They unlocked the door to the session room and
had me enter before them.  I was astonished to see Leah seated at
the opposite end of the room, bare from the waist up.  The top of
her uniform dress had been undone down to her waist.  The two
women who came for me locked the door and stood by Leah.

"Rick," Leah instructed, "take off all your clothes.  Now."

I caught frequent glances of Leah's bare chest as I discarded my
clothes.  I had rarely seen such perfect breasts anywhere.  As
soon as I finished removing the last piece of clothing, the two
women undid the tops of their dresses and pulled them down to
their waists, baring their chests.  Of course I could not help
developing a rapid and firm erection at this lovely sight before
me.

"Donna and Sulinda," Leah continued as she crossed her legs, "I'd
like you to fasten Rick's hands behind him."

The session surprised me further when both women reached under
their dresses and removed their panties.  Donna tied her panties
around one of my wrists, while Sulinda did my other wrist.  They
brought my hands behind me and tied their panties together.

There was a small desk in the center of the room, and the two
women led me to it so that I was facing Leah.

"Rick, I want you to bend over at the waist so that your chest 
is touching the table...  Yes, like that...  You are to STAY in
that position until I tell you otherwise."

"Sulinda," Leah instructed in a commanding tone, "please pick up
a switch."

Sulinda removed her sandals and drew a supple green switch from a
tall vase.

"The switches have been soaking in brine for several days." Leah
stated.  The barefoot Sulinda stepped in position to administer
the switching.  Donna kicked off her sandals, stood behind Leah,
and cupped her hands under Leah's breasts, taking a nipple
between each thumb and forefinger.  The sight before me was
intensely erotic in a surreal way.  Leah's hands were placed
calmly on her lap, and Donna began to stimulate the nipples of
the perfect breasts in her hands.

"Sulinda - please commence the switching," Leah ordered.

I did not have long to wait before I felt a streak of intensely
focused pain from the switch across my naked bottom.

"OH!" I shouted, and wiggled.  I did not have anything to hold
onto with my hands since they were tied behind my back. 
Sulinda's switch swiped across my bared bottom again.  "OWW! -
Ahh..."

The bare-breasted switchmistress continued to expertly apply the
supple instrument of punishment, loudly admonishing and
encouraging me to stop squirming and stay in position as I
shouted, writhed, and danced while determinedly striving to stay
bent over.  I saw Leah's breathing obviously quicken with her
arousal.  Donna's eyes were large and I could tell that she was
aroused too, both from the scene in front of her and from her
handling of Leah's breasts.

Leah's mouth opened wide and she trembled violently from the
waist up. Donna continued her manipulation of Leah's breasts and
nipples throughout the climax.  Sulinda continued whipping me
through it.  

When her climax subsided, Leah stopped the switching.  "That's
enough, Sulinda - you may discard your switch.  Stay as you are,
Rick."

Donna released her hold on Leah's breasts.  Sulinda then stood
directly before Leah.  Leah undid the woman's dress and let it
fall to the floor around her feet.  After Sulinda stepped out of
her dress, I could see that she was wearing only her sandals. 
She changed places with Donna.  Leah undid Donna's dress and from
the sounds I heard, began to stimulate her.  In very little time
Donna's knees buckled somewhat and she wordlessly expressed her
climax.

Sulinda, standing behind Leah, reached around and took the seated
woman's breasts in her hands as Donna had done, and started
tweaking her nipples.

"Donna, please pick up a fresh switch, and administer it to Rick. 
Do not stop until I tell you.  If the switch should break while
you are using it, simply retrieve another one and continue,
without my having to say anything.  You may begin."

Donna, nude but for her sandals, withdrew a sturdy green switch
from the tall vase and whisked it through the air to shake off
the water it had been soaking in, casually walked over and began
switching.  I, of course, began the agonized dance of the switch. 
Donna vigorously applied the strokes and the three women became
more aroused every time the switch hit.  My struggling to take
the switching bent over with my hands tied behind me must have
been a considerable erotic stimulation to them.

Leah sat fairly still during her second climax, although she made
audible vocal sounds.  When she caught her breath, she instructed
Donna to stop switching, and told the two of them to attend to
me.  "Stay bent over, Rick, and the girls will put some ointment
on you."

Donna and Sulinda brought over a container of lotion and slowly
and gently applied some to my well-switched posterior, frequently
grasping my testicles and member in the process.  When they
finished applying lotion to my bottom they concentrated on my
front side.  After a little while my member became erect and I
groaned with pleasure at the sensuous feel of the womens'
delicate fingers.

"What are you girls doing?" Leah suddenly asked.  "Bring him over
here!"

The "girls" had me stand up, and, one on each side of me, brought
me in front of Leah.  There was no way that I could hide my
raging erection.  Leah smiled slightly as I stood in front of her
with my flagpole sticking straight out, pointing at her face.

"It looks like you girls have started something," Leah said,
getting up from her chair.  Still bare-chested, she climbed up on
the desk that I had leaned across for my switching, lifted her
dress up to her waist, and spread her legs.  Her pussy, and the
matted dark brown hair around it, glistened with her juices.  It
was an erotic and stimulating sight.  "Girls, bring him here in
front of me.  Okay now, Rick, I want you to put your mouth on my
pussy and get to work.  Keep your mouth there until I tell you. 
If you pull away before I tell you, I'll personally give you
another switching. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Ma'am!"

"Okay, now get to work."

I leaned forward and planted my mouth on her juicy pubic area.  I
lapped and kissed, tasting her sweet juice and reveling in the
sensuous aroma.  After she climaxed (I kept working on her), Leah
told the girls to finish what they started.  I felt slender
feminine fingers manipulating my testicles and boner.  The
intense feeling of approaching ejaculation built up within my
groin.  A few more seconds, and I started spurting.  I could not
keep quiet, and with my mouth still planted on Leah's pussy, I
voiced my orgasmic sounds anyway.  "Mmmmmwf! Ummmmmmwuww!
Mwmmmmm! Mwwwwmmm!"  Leah climaxed immediately, and freely voiced
her oohs and ahhs. I kept on lapping and kissing for a couple of
minutes, when she told me I could get up.  The girls untied my
hands and wiped up the semen that I had spurted on the floor.

Crystal came over the next day and listened with wide eyes as I
told her about the session she helped design.  Knowing that she
could not administer discipline to me for a while because of the
switching, she settled for giving me some enemas and using her
strap-on dildo on me.  She fucked me until she climaxed, after
which I had my way with her.

Part 7 - Rectal Rita

Crystal mentioned that there were several new nurses hired at the
clinic, and that she and Lynn, as part of the new hires'
training, had a strap-on session that took a complete afternoon.  

"First," Crystal began, "we spent the morning making sure they
knew what they said they knew, and watching them give enemas to
each other.  Lynn had them give enemas to her and me also.  In
the afternoon, we had the strap-on demo.  Lynn showed them how to
apply the lubricant, and demonstrated on me while I was bent over
the exam table.  Then she had each of them strip and receive the
strap-on from her, so that they knew what it felt like.  It was
pretty good, I heard a lot of moaning and groaning from every one
of them when Lynn pressed the probe into their back hole.  Then
she had each of them do me while she watched and instructed.  I
sure got a good working over that afternoon.

"I told them about the Open House sessions and that they'd get to
spank the guy besides giving him the strap-on, and I got the idea
that they're really looking forward to the next one.  You're
gonna get a good fucking, my love, when you have your next Open
House.  Anyway, one of the girls approached me afterward and said
she just moved here, and is having to stay in a pretty expensive,
for her, motel and can't find a place to live.  She asked me if I
had any suggestions.  When she told me how much she was paying, I
told her good gosh, woman, get your things out of there and stay
at my place until you find something!

"So we got her things over to my place that evening.  We went out
to dinner and talked about a lot of things, including the strap-on
session that took place that afternoon.  Rita mentioned that
she was feeling pretty frustrated sexually and that the day's
training sessions made it worse.  I was feeling aroused too, and
mentioned that to her.

"We got back to my place and we were tired so I was getting ready
for bed and she walked in to ask where something was.  After I
told her, she sat down on my bed and put her hand in her panties. 
She said she couldn't stand it any more, then looked at me and
asked if I minded her doing that.  I said go ahead, I might join
you very soon.  She got herself off quickly and I took my clothes
off and she said 'Crystal, you're gorgeous - can I help?'  So I
laid down on the bed.  Rita sure knows how to eat pussy!  She
really had me going.  Another thing that felt good was that she
put a finger up my bottom when she was doing me.

"Anyway later that night, I was having some sexy dreams.  I woke
up and realized that Rita had a finger in my bottom, and we'd
both gone to sleep that way.  I gently wiggled free, and noticed
she was sleeping hard, so I decided to have some fun.  I stroked
her pussy real gently until she started to cream, then I put her
cream on my finger and stuck it in her bottom.  She was still
asleep and started to moan, so I just kept pumping my finger in
and out of her bottom.  Finally she opened her eyes, and the look
on her face was precious! I started to giggle and she laughed too
and told me how good that felt, and keep going.  I stroked her
clit and went faster with my finger in her bottom, and she came
hard.

"So I turned over and started to relax to go back to sleep and
Rita started to run her hands all over my body.  It kind of felt
good so I just let her do it.  Then she put some vaseline on her
finger and stuck it in my bottom again.  The way she wiggled it
in there felt pleasant.  Anyway she started to do herself at the
same time and I heard her cum again.  Then we both went to sleep.

"So the next morning I called her Rectal Rita and she admitted
that she likes that part of the anatomy and can almost get off
doing her finger in someone else's bottom as she can receiving
it."

Crystal further said that she confided in Rita about her
relationship with me, since she was unlikely to be able to keep
it from her.  She told Rita that we got together after she left
the clinic, and was rehired later so there was no breaking of
rules.  At Crystal's request, Rita promised to keep the
information to herself and not divulge it to the other staff at
the clinic.

I mentioned that I might enjoy a session with Rita and Crystal
set up a prostate response clinic appointment and signed up her
new roommate.  I abstained from ejaculation for three days before
the session.

On the day of my session, Rita came to get me and led me back to
the clinic room.  She had almost straight red hair, not quite
shoulder length, curled under.  She wore a uniform top, although
her slacks came down just below her knees, attractively
displaying her legs from the calf down.  She always spoke very
softly, almost in a whisper, with her large eyes opened wide for
emphasis.  She frequently flashed a wide, even smile.  I knew
from the start that this would definitely be a "blue balls"
session.

Rita locked the door, grasped my hand and, looking directly into
my eyes, said in her almost whispering voice, "It's time for your
enemas, Rick - why don't you take all your clothes off."  Her
hushed tone was almost conspiratorial, and she always sounded
excited.  As I disrobed she focused her gaze on my crotch area,
and since I was excited and also had not ejaculated in several
days, I had a stiff boner when I removed my briefs.  She had me
lean across the examination table and then snapped on a
disposable glove and poked a well-lubricated finger inside and
around for a generous amount of time.

Rita had me get on the table, face up, and prepared a bulging bag
of soapy water.  The enema hose had a large curved douche nozzle
attached, which she generously lubricated with water soluble gel. 
With a twinkle in her eyes she told me to bend my knees and
spread my legs apart, grasped my testicles and lifted them out of
the way, and inserted the large nozzle.  While the water coursed
inside me, and during my second enema, Rita frequently fucked me
with the nozzle and handled my testicles and boner, bringing me
to the brink of ejaculation several times.  I cleaned up in the
shower after the two enemas, and Rita was waiting for me with a
large oval hardwood paddle in one hand.  Her other hand had a
disposable glove with profusely lubricated fingers.

"I want you to meet my favorite paddle," she stated in a coarse
whisper.  "Bend over here like you did when I checked your
prostate... Okay, now hold on to the other side of the table."

She didn't say it, but I knew that I was expected to stay in
position for my paddling, so I resolved to do my best.  Rita
applied the paddle with great force, delivering the swats on
alternate sides.  Her paddling was every bit as effective as
Rachel's.  My rear end felt like it was ablaze when she had
applied ten swats.  She goosed a finger inside my back end for a
moment after every ten strokes, until I had accumulated sixty
swats and was having trouble staying put.

Rita told me to get up on the examination table and lie face
down.  She soothingly massaged my well-paddled buns, and then
poked a lubricated finger inside and wiggled it around for
several long minutes while I groaned with frustrated arousal.

When it was obvious that any more of her attentions would have
sent me over the edge, she stopped and said that she needed to
quit handling me for a while or I'd squirt too soon.  She
surprised me by pulling her pants down past her hips.

My boner twitched when I saw her excited smile and her bared
hips.  Her pussy was surrounded by a light orange mat of pubic
hair.  She further teased my boner by bringing her mouth close to
my throbbing erection and lightly breathing on it.  It seemed
that she enjoyed watching it twitch and move around.

Rita obtained a dildo that appeared to be about 5 inches long and
a half inch thick, with two knobs at one end.  She plugged in a
wire at the end with the knobs, and heavily lubricated the dildo. 
Then she inserted it so that one of the knobs was inside me,
which would serve to keep the dildo inside.  The other end of the
wire attached to a control box of some sort.  When she turned a
dial the dildo expanded inside me for a few seconds and then
contracted.  She increased the expansion until I groaned each
time it spread in me, and then she liberally applied lubricant to
her hands.

Slowly, while the dildo continually pressed on my prostate and
released, Rita very lightly ran her hands all over my testicles
and erection, constantly stimulating me but not bringing me to
the point of ejaculation.  I was about to go crazy with the
teasing.  After a long while, she plunged her mouth around my
erection and swallowed it to the hilt.  I felt some type of
membrane in her mouth as she made that move.  With her twinkling
eyes looking directly into mine, she moved her head back and
forth. I cried out as my ejaculation spurted forth.  Rita kept
milking me for a couple minutes.

She stopped the dildo's pulsing and pulled back. I noticed she
had skillfully placed a condom in her mouth in such a way that
she could perform her actions almost without my noticing.  She
looked almost gleeful as she emptied the semen into a vial, with
her pants still tugged down past her hips, and noted the volume.

Crystal mentioned later that she wants to get a large oval paddle
like the one that Rectal Rita used on me.

Part 8 - I Get It Good

I went to Carina's for our monthly get-together.  I was amazed
when I saw how she was dressed for our "date".  First, her blonde
hair was pulled back in a ponytail; she wore a light pink
sweater, a medium length full flannel skirt, and sneakers with
white ankle socks.  She was bare-legged, which she knew I liked.

I almost couldn't keep my hands off her, and after a few moments
of caresses, she said, "Come on, I've got a nice place in mind
for dinner."

She drove us to a place I hadn't been before, and we had pizza in
a secluded little alcove.  Carina unabashedly teased and
stimulated me before and during the meal.  At one point I put my
hand under her skirt with the intention of doing some teasing
myself, and was instead surprised when I discovered that she was
not wearing panties.  I inserted one finger into her pussy and
was delighted to hear her gasp as I wiggled it around.  Then I
withdrew it and sucked her juices off my finger.  The look on her
face told me that we were going to have quite a romp that
evening, and I could tell that she was making plans.

We talked about many different things and after a leisurely meal
she drove us back to her place.  On the way back, she mentioned
that she wanted to give me some enemas that evening.  

A couple of hours later I was on my hands and knees on the floor,
with a very hard boner, waiting to receive Carina's nozzle. 
Before long I felt very full with two quarts of soapsuds
solution.  I had a second enema a while after that.

I showered, and Carina, still dressed as she was earlier, had me
across her lap for a very long hairbrush spanking - she said she
needed to do that so I wouldn't cum the minute she touched me. I
think she just wanted to give a spanking.  The spanking went on
and on - I pounded on the floor and begged her to stop as she
kept using the hairbrush.

With a very hot butt, I went to Carina's bed and got on my left
side as she requested.  Her feminine fingers packed me with
lubricant back there.  She had put on a strap-on dildo with a
very flexible probe.  She inserted it as she was on her side as
well, and fingered my boner as she slowly pumped me with her
strap-on.

"Roll over on your tummy now, lover," Carina whispered and nudged
me over with her on top.

"Uhhhh! Carina!" I exclaimed as she sank the probe inside me all
the way to the hilt.  Slowly at first, and quite brusquely after
a short time, Carina pounded her hips - and the attached strap-on
probe - into me with unabashed passion.  Hard, pounding thrusts. 
Sometimes fast, sometimes more leisurely, each thrust was full,
hard, and deliberate.  About all I could do was breathlessly
utter spontaneous sounds in reaction to her pumping.  "Ooh!  Ahh!
Oh God!  Oh!  Carina!  Mmmf!"

She got into the spirit of what she was doing by verbalizing her
dominance in a voice quavering with passion while she pumped. 
"Yes! I'm gonna give you a good fucking! Give me your ass, Rick!
I love this.  I've wanted to do this all week. It feels good to
have you like this! Yes!  Stick your ass out for me! Yes!"

Carina got so stimulated by what she was doing, and with my
submissively offering my ass to her, that she burst forth with an
intense climax.  She collapsed on top of me, wiggling and
writhing, almost shouting her ooh's and ahhh's.

She calmed down and withdrew the probe and got out of the strap-on
harness.  I nudged her over on her back and easily slid my now
erect cock into her creamy pussy.  She relaxed and placed her
hands behind her head.  After I pumped for about a minute, her
excited eyes and the sensuous expression on her face sent me past
the point of inevitability and my hard cock pulsed and spurted
inside her body.

We went to sleep in a satiated state.  I awoke a few hours later
lying on my tummy, with Carina fucking me with the strap-on.  I
had been in such a deep sleep that she was able to pack some
lubricant inside me, roll me over, and insert the probe.  I
moaned, signifying that I was awake.  Her pumping was not as
frenzied as earlier in the evening.  She did, however, fuck me
long, hard and deep.  When she stopped I brought her off with my
mouth to her pussy.  Then we had long, slow intercourse.  I went
to sleep in her arms after I spurted more hot jets of semen into
her.

The following day Carina fucked me again with the strap-on, after
which I had my way with her and then brought her off with my
mouth.

As I left that afternoon, her eyes told me that I had some
interesting times ahead.

(continued in Volume 4)

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