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Story: Transferred (F+/M femdom)

Jay couldn't believe his fate.  After graduating from high school, he
took a year off and did what many guys in his situation do - he got
bored, hung around with the wrong crowd, and then got in deep trouble.
The justice system gave him a choice: pay a large fine and
restitution, spend a year in the city jail, or submit to a year's stay
in a reform school.  Jay had quickly decided on the reform school
option, since he had not earned a penny after getting out of school,
and didn't want to spend a year around the unsavory types of people in
the city jail.

In the reform school Jay became quite rebellious - in a nonviolent
way.  He frequently broke the house rules, and seemed impervious to
the threat of serving additional time there.  The school psychologist
correctly recognized that Jay would like nothing better than to stay
there for an extended period of time, and annoy the system - much the
same flavor of rebellion that got him into the institution.  The
reform school then did what they did with all incorrigible inmates -
they sent Jay to the girls' reformatory.

The most significant difference was that the girls' reform school
dispensed ample corporal punishment.  The girls' school also welcomed
male "guests" for the humiliation aspect of their punishment.

As Jay rode in the transport van, he recalled his disbelief when he
was told that he was being sent to the girls' reform school.  He was
speechless, because, although he considered begging them not to do
that, pride got the better of him.  He had heard rumors about being
sent to the girls' school and how the inmates' bottoms were kept sore
from spankings, but had considered them unfounded.  Now, with regret
from his delight in pushing the system, he had no idea what lay ahead
of him.

The two hours in the van had been uncomfortable, and the driver, a
staff member from the reform school that he was leaving, did not want
to talk.  They stopped and passed through two guarded gates, and then
arrived at the admissions center.

Two strong looking female staffers escorted Jay, whose hands were
bound behind him, into the admissions bay.  Beginning then, he
experienced a series of surprises.

His eyes met those of the uniformed nurse inside the admissions bay.
He immediately blushed.  It was Catherine, a girl he'd had a wild
crush on in high school.  They had several of the same classes during
the last two years of school.  Catherine was blonde, slender, and
pretty, with a sweet engaging smile.  He recalled with embarrassment
that during high school days she had frequently caught him staring at
her legs.  He had habitually fantasized lying next to her, both of
them naked, handling and stroking her smooth bare legs while kissing
her sweet lips and preparing to enter her.  Jay had spent many moments
in the paroxysms of ejaculation while thinking of the beautiful blonde
Catherine.

And now, he was before her - being admitted to a girls' reform school.

She smiled.  Her smile was every bit as sweet as he remembered.  His
embarrassment deepened, as he saw the recognition in her eyes.  She
leafed through his file, and her smile faded.  She pressed her lips
together for a moment and continued reading his file.  When she
finished, she picked up the phone and presses a few digits.

"Miss Allison, this is Nurse Catherine.  We just got an M-ten in
admissions.  Health clean."

After a pause of several seconds, Catherine said, "Yes Ma'am," and
hung up.

"The head governess would like to have a few words with you," she said
to Jay.  "After I give you an enema."

Jay's feeling of humiliation and shame deepened as he imagined the
object of his high-school crush doing something so intimate in a
clinical setting.  The two guards escorted him to the nurse's station.
Catherine walked ahead, and Jay's stomach fluttered when he saw the
smooth slender legs that he had so often fantasized about.

In the nurse's station, one of the guards released Jay's wrist cuffs.

"I want you to strip, Jay," Catherine ordered, her voice taking on a
crisp quality.  "Everything off.  I'm going to give you a three quart
soapsuds enema, which you will retain for five minutes."

As Jay removed his clothing, Catherine continued, "I am required to
note all instances of non-cooperation in your file."  Then she snapped
on a pair of disposable gloves and placed a firm bolster pillow in the
center of the table.

"On your tummy now," she ordered, patting the examination table.  Jay
nervously climbed on the table and lay face down.  The bolster pillow
raised his hips, which added to his humiliation.  She bound his ankles
to the table with firm binding straps.

"Let your arms hang down the sides of the table," she instructed.
When he complied, she fastened binding straps around his wrists.

"Okay now, we're ready to begin."

Catherine lubricated a gloved finger and inserted it past Jay's
sphincter.  She worked it all around inside him, and he wished that
she would get it over with.  She withdrew, put some more lubricant on,
and applied it again.

He waited as she prepared the enema.  He heard water running for a
while, and then the sound of the full bag being clipped to a stainless
steel stand.

He felt Catherine spread his nether cheeks, and for about twenty
seconds, a soft object lightly touched his back entrance, moving
around.  Suddenly he felt a sharp pain as Catherine rapidly shoved the
inflatable retention nozzle inside.

"AAAAAAH!" he yelled.  The pain persisted for about a half minute.
"Aaaaaah!  Aaaaah!"

Catherine gave the attached bulb two squeezes and inflated the
retention nozzle.  It expanded inside jay's back portal, and he
immediately felt extremely full.

"Ohhh!  Uhhhhh!"

"I'm going to start the enema now.  After it's inside you then you'll
hold it for five minutes."

Catherine released the hose clamp, and the soapy solution began to
flow.  Jay felt a few jets of water shoot into his innards, and then
the stream became steady.  In almost no time the pressure became
intense.

"Aaaaah!  Ohhhhh!  I'm FULL!"

The relentless enema persisted.

"Please!  I can't...."

"Oh, yes you can," Catherine interrupted.  "It's all going in before I
start the retention timer."  She decreased the flow rate slightly.

Jay continued to squirm, grimace, and complain as the enema expanded
inside him.  When the flow became blocked, Catherine gently rocked him
from side to side, and then gave the bag a healthy squeeze.  Jay
shouted as the enema resumed.

"Aaaah! Oh!  Ahh!"

He had never felt so full in his life.  He forgot about his
humiliation as the cramps gripped his innards.  It took several
minutes for Catherine to work the enema until the bag was drained.

"Five minutes now!" she said sweetly and looked at her watch.

Jay struggled and pleaded as his body desperately sought to expel the
intrusion, but couldn't.

Catherine calmly stood by, and checked her watch every half minute or
so.  She was aroused by the scene before her.  'I'm enjoying this more
than giving it to a girl,' she told herself.  She also knew that she
would greatly enjoy what was to come.

Near the end of the retention period, Catherine released the wrist and
ankle binding straps.  Then she deflated the retention cuff and pulled
on the hose until it emerged.

"You can get up and expel," she announced.  "Take your time - then
we'll get you showered and present you to Miss Allison."  She felt a
twinge of arousal between her legs.

Her thoughts wandered as she sat and waited for Jay to completely get
rid of the enema.  About twenty minutes later she attached ankle cuffs
connected by a short length of chain to Jay's ankles and led him to
the shower stall.

"In you go, and get nice and clean all over," she ordered, and watched
while he scrubbed himself and dried off.  She cuffed his forearms
together behind him and asked the staffer to escort him.

Jay's humiliation came to the fore and he asked, "Like this?  Can't I
get dressed?"

"Miss Allison wants to see you as you are now," Catherine replied, and
turned around and led the way.  As they walked through the long
corridor, they encountered two instances of a new female inmate being
led to admissions.  Each time, the captive female stared probingly at
Jay's nakedness, much to his embarrassment.

"I'll tell Miss Allison that I'm ready to present you, and then I'll
be back to get you," Catherine told Jay, implying that he and his
escorts had to wait in the hall.  She unlocked a door and went in.  A
few uncomfortable minutes later, she emerged and asked the escorts to
lead Jay in.

They traversed a receptionist's area and into an office with an open
door.  A name plate on the large desk said "ALLISON".  The woman at
the desk told the escorts they could leave Catherine and Jay with her,
and to lock the door to the corridor.

Miss Allison, a dark haired woman in her mid thirties, was dressed in
a white blouse and a grey skirt.  The tone of her voice was crisply
efficient, and her face seemed attractively sculptured.

"So this is a male from the other reform school.  Listen, Jay, things
are quite different here.  That's why they sent you over here.
Corporal punishment is freely given, and I daresay after looking at
your file that you will likely have a constantly sore bottom until you
learn some important lessons.  It will go much better for you if you
voluntarily comply with what you are asked to do."

Miss Allison waited a moment for effect, and continued.

"I will give you an introductory spanking now.  Do everything you're
told, or it will be worse."

She opened a desk drawer and pulled out a box of disposable gloves, a
tube of lubricant, and a medium sized latex butt plug.  When she had
spread them on the desk she surprised Jay by unbuttoning her blouse
and taking it off.

Jay could not resist staring at Miss Allison's breasts.  He had never
seen such perfect, seductive breasts.

"Jay, I want you to bend over across the desk while Nurse Catherine
inserts this rectal plug."

Jay's heart was fluttering.  His mind was confused, and he didn't know
what to do.  He was in a girls' reform school, naked and bound, and
had just been told to bend over to accept a butt plug from his high
school fantasy girl, by a woman who had just bared her attractive
breasts.

"Catherine, perhaps he needs some assistance."

The blonde nurse gently pushed Jay up to the desk and guided him into
a bent over position.  Then she snapped on a disposable glove and put
ample lubrication on a gloved finger.  Jay flinched when Catherine
inserted the lubricated finger between his nether cheeks, and worked
it around rather brusquely.  She withdrew, removed the glove, and
retrieved the anal plug.  After spreading some lubricant on the plug,
she inserted it to the sound of an uttered "Uhhhhhh".

Miss Allison then spoke.  "I want you to stay bent over until I tell
you otherwise.  Keep your chest against the surface of the desk.  I'm
going to give you a caning now.  You will receive ten strokes of the
cane across your buttocks.  Two extra every time you get out of
position."

The bare-breasted governess retrieved a straight handled rattan cane
and fiercely whisked it through the air several times, causing Jay to
shudder.  She stood to Jay's left side, extended her arm, and tapped
the cane several times across his vulnerable uninitiated nether
cheeks.

"I will deliver each stroke about five seconds apart.  Catherine,
please count them aloud," Miss Allison instructed.

There was a whippy noise followed by the unmistakable sound of the
instrument making contact with bare skin.  Miss Allison had placed a
cane stroke directly across the center of Jay's buttocks, propelling
the instrument so that the tip of the cane curled around slightly at
the opposite end.

Jay immediately felt a sharp hot striation across his bottom.  It
seemed to intensify even after it had been delivered.

"AAAAAAAAUGH!" he screamed, and halfway stood up.

"One," Catherine's sweet feminine voice counted.

"Get back in position," Miss Allison ordered.  That's two extra."

Jay bent down again.  Miss Allison went through the ritual of tapping
his buttocks several times before delivering the next stroke.

Whippppppp-SMACK!

"AAAAAAAAAAH!"

Jay kicked his legs.

"Two," Catherine announced.

"You may kick your legs as long as they both don't leave the floor at
the same time.  If both feet leave the floor, that counts as getting
out of position."

Whipppppppp-SMACK!

"OHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Three," Catherine's voice quavered with excitement.

The next stroke landed immediately adjacent to the previous one.  Jay
furiously struggled to stay in position as he yelled.  Catherine's
voice was shaky when she counted out the fourth stroke.

Whippppppp-SMACK!

"AAAAAH!  OHHHH!  OWWWWWW!  NO!"

"Five!"

Jay squirmed and kicked mightily through the sixth and seventh
strokes.  When the eighth stroke striped his bottom, he bolted upright
again.

"That's four extra.  Get back down there."

Miss Allison placed the ninth and tenth strokes near the upper part of
Jay's buttocks.  The stripes from the previous strokes were evidence
that Miss Allison knew how to give a punishment caning.

"Catherine, please remove his rectal plug, and then I'll finish his
caning."

"Yes Ma'am."

Jay flinched visibly as Catherine tugged on the plug and withdrew it.

"I'm going to administer your penalty strokes faster than I did the
others," Miss Allison announced.  "It will likely take considerable
effort to stay in position, but the same rules apply - two extra every
time you get out of position.  Consider this as motivation to take
your strokes properly the first time."

Catherine stood rigidly, her legs pressed firmly together.  Her eyes
were wide.

The first stroke cut diagonally across Jay's bottom, intersecting
several previous striations.  Just as he started to shout, the second
stroke landed.  It cut across the other weals as well.  His shout
intensified, and he kicked one leg.  The third and fourth strokes
whipped across his buttocks and he kicked both legs.

"That's two more," Miss Allison ordered.  "Get both feet on the floor,
right now."

"Please, no more!  Please!"

"You are not in a position to negotiate.  Stay bent over with both
feet on the floor for the next two, and we'll be done.  Keep getting
out of position, and you will be here for a long time."

Jay was breathing hard, and presented his striated bottom.  He gave a
loud shout with each stroke, and writhed.  Catherine had seen many
canings before, but this one was especially arousing to her.  It was
somewhat refreshing to hear a male voice under the striating cane, and
to see a male's bottom and thighs twist and writhe.  Although Jay was
not the first male at the girls' reformatory that she had encountered,
it was an infrequent situation and she was acquiring a taste for
witnessing male humiliation.

"You may stand up now," Miss Allison stated.  "Catherine, please
unfasten his hands."

Jay, after his hands were released, turned around.

"No, stay facing the desk.  We're not finished yet," Miss Allison
ordered, and stood up.  Catherine was anxiously anticipating the next
move.  Miss Allison retrieved a strap-on harness with an attached
probe, and laid it on the desk in front of Jay.  Jay had never seen a
strap-on dildo before, but its function was obvious.  It had a
mysterious sensuality to it, and he felt his stomach flutter.
Catherine felt her panties dampen as her arousal increased.

Miss Allison picked up the strap-on, turned around so that only her
back was visible, and removed her gray wool skirt and her panties, and
placed them on the desk.  She stepped into the harness and adjusted it
so that it fit snugly around her hips, and turned around.  She had a
determined expression on her face.  The sight of her standing there,
legs spread, hands on her hips, lips pressed together, presented a
frightful picture to Jay.  He did not have to guess what was coming
next.  He didn't know, however, how intense his humiliation would be.

"Jay," she said, "I want you to bend over across the desk.  Right
now."

He didn't think he really had a choice, so he cautiously leaned over.

"Jay, reach back and spread your bottom cheeks.  I want you to keep
them spread until I tell you otherwise."

The striating pain from the caning gave way to embarrassment.  He
again thought of the sweet-looking Catherine, and how he was having to
do these humiliating and private things in front of her.  He placed
his hands back and spread his nether cheeks somewhat apart.

Miss Allison nodded at Catherine.  The nurse donned a disposable glove
and generously squirted some thick lubricant on one finger.

"Open wider, Jay," the nurse's sweet voice instructed.  He pulled a
little harder.  "More still.  You need to spread them completely
open!"

With a flush of red returning to his face, Jay pulled his nether
cheeks well apart.  Catherine inserted her lubricated finger and
probed around.  Jay groaned when she pressed hard against his prostate
a couple of times.

Catherine stepped back, and Miss Allison, with her ominous probe
sticking out from her hips, walked around in back of Jay.  She had
kept her black high heeled pumps on.

"Very good, Catherine," she said.  "Jay, I want you to keep your
cheeks spread until I tell you otherwise."

She spread a thick coating of lubricant on her strap-on probe, and
then brought it so that it just touched Jay's sphincter.  With
precision from obvious practice, Miss Allison pushed gently until the
probe penetrated about an inch, and stayed there a moment.  Then she
steadily pushed until she was in as far as she could go.  Jay gave a
loud "Uhhhhhhhhh-Aaaaaaaaugh!" shout as she sank in.

She stayed like that for a moment for him to fully experience the feel
of the probe when it was in all the way.

"You may release your hold on your buttocks now," she told him.
"Reach across the desk and grasp the other end, and don't let go."

When he had done as she ordered, she slowly and deliberately pumped
her hips several times, each time bringing the probe almost all the
way out, and then pushing it completely in.  Jay emitted a loud groan
with each thrust.

After a moment of this Miss Allison withdrew and smeared more
lubricant on her probe, and entered Jay, driving her probe to the
hilt.  He groaned again.

With a rather casual and careless flair, Miss Allison then subjected
Jay to a prolonged and thorough fucking.  She pumped with varying
force, tempo, and penetration.  As she fucked, Jay's reaction was an
almost constant litany of choked utterances of surprise, humiliation,
and discomfort.  Catherine looked on with increasing arousal as Jay
wriggled, twisted, and writhed under the continuous assault of the
strap-on probe.

Miss Allison continued fucking far beyond the point where Jay
complained of being sore from the interminable snaking in and out of
the probe.

Catherine had seen Miss Allison previously use the strap-on dildo on a
few recalcitrant female inmates - it was not something that was done
as a matter of course.  This is the first time she had seen it used on
a male.  Catherine believed that Miss Allison always knew what she was
doing, and probably had a good reason for subjecting Jay to this
grueling period of discipline and humiliation.

Miss Allison stopped her prolonged fucking of Jay's back way when she
sensed that he really was getting too sore to continue.  She slowly
pulled out and told him to stand up.  She bound his hands behind him,
and told Catherine to summon the escorts to take him to his quarters.
Then she got dressed.

As the staffers were leading the weary and humiliated Jay away, Miss
Allison asked Catherine to stay.

"Next week, before his enema I'd like you to shave his legs and pubic
area," Miss Allison stated.  "Then bring him here.  If you're ready,
you can use him with the strap-on."

Catherine smiled and thanked Miss Allison.

She walked down to hall to her station and felt a damp tingling
between her legs as she visualized pumping the strap-on probe into Jay
until he begged for mercy.

Transferred part 2

Exactly a week later two escorts brought Jay to the nurse's quarters
where Catherine was waiting for him.  Jay had been stripped to his
briefs before being brought before Catherine, and his hands were bound
behind him. His face showed a light blush.

Although she had looked forward to this session since last week, she
had to keep her composure and authoritative tone. Her panties were
already damp. She had Jay step out of his briefs and lie face down on
the padded table with his feet well apart, and placed binding straps
around his waist and ankles. Jay, of course, knew that he was probably
in for an enema or two, and expected that Catherine would now
administer one.

He was surprised to hear the hum of electric clippers. He felt
Catherine's hand grasp his right leg just below the knee, and then
felt the effect of the clippers as she ran them up and down his calf.

"What - what are you doing?!"

"Miss Allison wants you shaved from the waist down. That's what I'm
doing. Then you'll get your enemas."

"Please no, Catherine! I don't want -"

"Jay, we are NOT on a first name basis here. You are to address me as
NURSE Catherine, or Ma'am. That is a demerit that I will note in your
record."

Jay emitted a choked sob. He knew that a demerit meant more severe
punishment. The clippers efficiently removed most of the hair on the
backs and sides of his legs and thighs. Catherine went to work on his
bared buttocks. She smiled in anticipation as she thought of what she
had planned for today's session in Miss Allison's office.

When Catherine had finished with the clippers, she applied warm lather
to his bared bottom and shaved him with a razor, including the area
between his nether cheeks. Jay had to admit that the thought of
Catherine's firm and slender fingers there was arousing - or would be,
in another setting.

As Catherine worked on his legs with the lather and razor, she
recalled the past week when she insisted that her boyfriend submit to
being taken with the strap-on.  Although he initially showed some
reluctance, her enticing smile and gentle persistence paid off, and
she got the practice that she wanted for today's session.

She released the ankle restraints, loosened the waist strap, and had
Jay turn over so that he was face up. The front parts of his legs, as
well as his pubic area, had not been shaved yet. After cinching the
waist strap and binding his wrists above his head, she prepared a
three quart sudsy retention enema. He looked at the full and bulging
read bag with trepidation. Catherine attached the inflatable retention
nozzle to the hose, snapped on a disposable glove, and lubricated Jay.
After she generously applied lubricant to the nozzle and flushed out
the air in it, she had Jay bend his knees, and inserted it. Jay
groaned as she inflated the nozzle so that it would definitely not
slip out.

An audible click echoed within the treatment room as Catherine
released the enema. Jay immediately felt the intrusion of the warm
soapy liquid.

"Uhhhhhhhh!"

As the enema inexorably entered Jay, he felt filled to capacity after
scarcely a quart. He groaned, panted, and begged Catherine to stop.
She just smiled and watched. She had become accustomed to hearing what
Jay repeated, that he could not take it, and that he was too full. By
the time the three quarts were inside him, he almost constantly
groaned and twisted in his restraints. His brow was furrowed and he
panted.

"Now Jay," Catherine began, "I will continue your shaving. But first,
I want you to ask me, properly, to shave your legs so that they're
smooth like a girl's.  When you do that, I'll shave you."

Jay groaned, both from the distention caused by the three quart enema
inside him, and the humiliating thing that Catherine ordered him to
say.

"Uuuuuh! Please Nurse, can I get rid of the enema?"

"Not until you get shaved. And you know what you have to do before
I'll shave you," she smiled.

A few moments passed, with Jay squirming and groaning.

"Nurse Catherine, will you, uh, shave me?"

"That's not good enough, Jay.  You're supposed to ask me to shave your
legs so that they're smooth like a girl's," Catherine taunted. Then
she added, "I know you like to look at girls' legs, Jay."

He was almost in tears then, and choked out a sob.  Then, realizing
that he was truly in a bind, he attempted to say what Catherine told
him.

"Aaaaaugh! Nurse Catherine, please -- uuuh -- shave my, uhh, legs so
that, uhhh! they're smooth. UUh! Like, like a girl's."

"One more time, Jay, without the pauses."

The cramping and fullness from the large enema spurred him on. He knew
that Catherine meant what she said and that the enema was going to
stay inside him until he performed his humiliating task and she
finished shaving him.

"Aaaaugh! Nurse Catherine, please shave my legs so they're smooth like
a girl's!"

"That's better, Jay. After I shave you legs and pubic hair, you can
get rid of your enema."

Catherine proceeded to leisurely use the clippers on the front parts
of Jay's legs and thighs. Then she clipped his pubic hair. After
applying hot lather to the freshly clipped areas, she used the
straight razor to shave him smooth. The entire process had consumed
about twenty minutes, and Jay was almost beside himself with the
fullness and humiliation. She wiped his legs clean, then ran her hands
up and down them.

"Ooh, now your legs are nice and smooth. Just like a GIRL!"

Catherine released his bonds and allowed him to get up and expel. She
made sure he took about a half hour to get rid of the entire enema,
since it had gone far inside him with the lengthy retention period.
She watched him as he showered, and then called the escorts.

The two female escorts bound his hands behind him.

"Nurse Catherine, can I put on something before going out there?"

"Jay, if you wear anything, it's going to be a GIRL'S uniform.  With
your shaved legs, I think you'd look darling in a short pullover dress
and laceless sneakers!"

The escorts giggled, and Jay bowed his head.

The walk to Miss Allison's office seemed to take forever. Jay was very
self-conscious about his freshly shaved legs and pubic area, and
several new admissions stared at him probingly as they passed one
another. He had to wait in the hallway with the escorts when Catherine
entered Miss Allison's outer office. After a ten minute wait, with
more new arrivals led past him, Catherine opened the door and said,
"Okay, let's bring him in now."

Miss Allison stood casually and leaned against her desk. She wore a
white blouse with sleeves rolled up, a black skirt, and black pumps.

"Well, Jay, do you remember what happened last week in my office?"
Miss Allison quizzed.

Jay lowered his head and whispered, "Yes... ma'am."

"Tell me, Jay -- what are the rules for taking a whipping?"

Jay was further humiliated by this line of questioning. He stammered,
"I-I-I have to bend over the desk."

"And?"

"And-and stay there without getting up."

"Without getting up OR what, Jay?"

"Or kicking!"

"Good. Now what happens if you get up or kick your legs?"

"I-I get extra."

"Correct. You know the rules. Now bend over across my desk, with your
chest in contact with the surface at all times. I'm going to give you
another whipping like last week."

Jay gave a sigh of resignation. He knew that whatever Miss Allison
said was going to happen, would take place. He bent over the desk as
instructed, with his chest touching its surface.

Miss Allison picked up the rattan punishment instrument and whisked it
through the air a few times. Jay shuddered.

"Jay," Miss Allison continued as she whipped the cane through the air,
"it appears that you have made some progress this week. But I am sure
you can do much better. You know the stuff, but you should apply
yourself to it. You also have a very recent demerit. To help you
remember, I'll give you fifteen strokes today. Two extra every time
you get out of position."

Jay was shocked. This was more than last week's painful lesson.

"Fifteen?! Please, Miss Allison!"

"Yes, fifteen. Remember what I said about applying yourself. We will
begin."

Catherine stood back, with her legs pressed together. She admitted to
herself that she greatly enjoyed seeing males endure punishment. She
felt a twinge of arousal in her womanhood. Miss Allison took aim, and
whipped the first stroke solidly across the center of Jay's bared
buttocks.

"AAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAH AHHHH!" he shouted, and wiggled for a few seconds.
Miss Allison paused but a short moment, and laid another stroke near
the first one.

"AHHHHH! OH! OOOOOH!"

Catherine's pussy was wet at this point with her natural lubricant.
Jay kicked his legs violently on the eighth and ninth strokes, and
brought his will to the fore during the following three after that.
Then he kicked on the fourteenth stroke.

Miss Allison paused for a minute, then said, "You got out of position
three times, Jay. That's six extra, and you'll get them faster than
the others." Jay didn't know how he was going to be able to take the
extra strokes, but he knew that he had to somehow get through this. He
gritted his teeth.

Miss Allison whipped the rattan cane vigorously so that they
intersected the previous striations. Jay's anguished shouts rang in
the room, and on the last stroke, he stood up.

"I just can't! It's too much!" he wailed.

Miss Allison tapped the desk surface with her cane.

"Get back there. Right now. Two more."

Jay knew that further argument would make it worse, so he complied.

He stayed bent over for the two vigorous strokes.

"Stay bent over, Jay. Nurse Catherine will prepare you for the next
step by inserting a rectal plug in you."

"Oh God," Jay panted, and the others smiled.

Catherine unfastened Jay's wrist bindings and told him to spread his
cheeks wide.  Then she snapped on a disposable glove and generously
applied lubricant to his nether portal.

Jay groaned when Catherine inserted the butt plug. 

"Now grasp the other end of the desk, Jay," she instructed. "You will
retain the rectal plug for five minutes."

Jay maintained his humiliating position for the requisite time while
Catherine and Miss Allison chatted. At the end of five minutes,
Catherine withdrew the butt plug and waited for Miss Allison to set
the direction.

"Now, Jay," Miss Allison said, "I want you to hold that position. If
you let go of the other end of the desk you will sorely regret it."
Then she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a strap-on probe with
its harness.  "Catherine, I would like you to use this on him. You'll
need to strip, although you may keep your shoes on if you wish."

Catherine's heart raced as she walked over to the front of the desk
and began to remove her clothes in front of Jay. Once she was totally
nude, she paused for a moment, and then picked up the harness with its
ominous probe. She stepped into it, and fastened it tightly around her
waist. A smile of anticipation graced her visage, and she pulled on a
fresh disposable glove on one hand. Her footsteps were silent as she
walked behind Jay. She inserted a generous amount of lubricant inside
him, and placed some on her probe.

Jay felt Catherine's hands spread his nether cheeks. Then the tip of
her probe touched his entrance. She pushed in about two inches.

"Uhh!"

She worked it until it was up to the hilt.

"Uhhhh-ahhh!"

She gave a few brusque strokes, and then pulled out to put more
lubricant inside Jay. He groaned when she re-entered him.  Then, with
increasingly hard strokes, she pumped the strap-on  probe so the Jay
felt the full length of it.

"Oh! Uhh! AAH! OHH! UUUUH! AAAAUGH! OH! AHHH!"

Catherine grasped Jay's hips more firmly and pumped vigorously.

"OOH! PLEASE! PLEASE NOT SO MUCH! PLEASE-NURSE-CATHERINE-IT-HURTS!
OOH! AAH! OHH! NO MORE!"

Catherine continued to pump as Jay twisted and writhed. He did not
release his grip on the opposite end of the desk, although he kicked
his legs several times during his strap-on ordeal. He frequently
complained that he was getting very sore back there, but Catherine
paid no heed and used him thoroughly. She steadily and vigorously
pumped until Miss Allison called a halt to her dominant pleasure. When
she pulled out, she told Jay to stay in position. Her face flushed
with arousal, she stepped out of the strap-on harness and put on her
uniform.

Miss Allison summoned the escorts. As they led Jay out of the office,
Catherine stayed and discussed how they would add to Jay's humiliation
the following week.


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