by Laurel Aspen
Far from appearing pained, Maria’s expression betrayed every evidence of enjoyment, eyes closed, mouth open, uttering tiny guttural gasps of pleasure as her voluntarily proffered derriere was expertly attended to. Dipping her waist and squirming a fraction on the seat, Maria again pushed back her haunches to invite the strap’s cruel caress upon as yet untouched areas, as Matron skilfully curled its tails around the sweet under-curves of Maria’s cute backside. Amy’s voyeuristic pleasure was all the while increasing exponentially and she ran her tongue slowly over her lips, occasionally gasping with empathy as the tawse flashed down, her hands tightly clutching the leather surface of the examination couch as she began to subconsciously clench and unclench her thighs.
‘Aha, a very definite and unambiguous response registering on the machine now,’ the doctor’s educated tones interrupted, but did not halt proceedings. ‘Very strong signs of arousal from the electrodes, which I think we can confirm visually and,’ he reached across to lightly brush Amy’s crotch, ‘yes, definite signs of moisture in your pubic area, young lady.’
His fleeting touch to her moist vagina almost sent Amy into orbit. For the last five minutes she’d being dying to slide a hand down to ease the ache in her craving cunt or attend to the tense nub of her clitoris, but had somehow summoned the self-control not to, lest she should unintentionally ruin the experiment.
‘You must be very tempted to touch yourself,’ he continued smoothly, now apparently adding clairvoyance to his academic attributes. ‘Please don’t, we are approaching a crucial stage.’ In fact it seemed they had already arrived, for Amy’s education was abruptly taken a further radical step forward as Maria’s body suddenly arched and stiffened and she let out a long moan of satisfaction. Good grief, reflected Amy, Matron had spanked the randy little thing to an orgasm.
‘Well done, ladies, thank you,’ said the doctor, once again making notes. Amy, now thoroughly aroused, looked enviously at Maria who remained slumped on the chair, her face illuminated by a blissful smile. Matron, she noted, was employing the guise of returning the tawse to the table in the corner, to surreptitiously slide her hand down into her own knickers in search of some sexual relief.
‘Thank you, everyone, this is progressing very well,’ announced the doctor. ‘Now the next step, Amy, is for me to measure the effect of a spanking applied directly to your person. In pursuit of which we’ll begin, like so.’ Without warning his hand descended upon her naked rump and began to build to a slow rhythm. ‘Nothing too harsh at first,’ he added reassuringly, and the good doctor was as good as his word. Beginning with exquisitely gentle pats he slowly increased the frequency and severity of the slaps to Amy’s firm bottom, alternating from cheek to cheek, each touch a little harder and faster than the one before.
Silent at first, Amy’s breathing gradually became more audible as an initial tingling smart began to spread across her twin peaches. Her bum wriggled in involuntary response as the doctor methodically transferred his punitive attentions from the now rosy-red centre to the under-curves of her stunningly proportioned posterior, extending the spanking to the backs of her thighs, just above the tops of her suspender-clasped stockings.
‘Ow!’ That was sore; a flash of biting fire, and Amy drummed her hands and feet in protest. The slaps were harder now and she was finding it impossible to remain motionless. Despite her brave attempt at fortitude - this was after all, she continued to believe, an important piece of medical inquiry - mews of girlish protest escaped her slightly parted lips. Seeing her distress, Maria moved a chair to the head of the table upon which Amy knelt and grasped her outstretched hands in a gesture of support and solidarity.
‘Hush, baby,’ she whispered, softly stroking Amy’s flushed face, Maria’s brown eyes brimming with sympathy and barely contained lust. ‘It will be okay, the doctor makes your bottom hot and sore this is true, but the feeling between your legs is good, isn’t it?’
Good? Amy felt she’d explode with frustration if someone didn’t attend to her down there soon. Her sex felt as if it was dissolving, an empty void craving to be filled. Her clitoris ached with desire desperately needing someone’s - anyone’s - adept touch. Meanwhile her bum was burning fiercely, she’d have to say something, she couldn’t possibly take any more, the combination of un-assuaged pain and pleasure simply too much to endure.
‘Doc…’ Her incipient words were silenced by Maria’s kiss. Long, lingering, her tongue swirling deep into Amy’s mouth, hands holding her securely in situ as the doctor applied the last, but not the least, of his chastening hand spanks to her blazing buttocks.
‘Ohhh,’ Amy groaned languorously when Maria finally relinquished her passionate embrace. Hair awry, uniform creased and stockings twisted she looked and felt the very epitome of licentious abandon. Every sartorial rule of the clinic broken, but who gave a damn?
‘One of the strongest sexual reactions to a simple smacked bottom I have ever observed,’ concluded Doctor Gooding. ‘One might very well say you’re a natural, Amy.’
And just how many spankings, Amy wondered, had he been present at?
‘Maria, if you’d please continue to help Amy stay in position just a little longer…’ Amy found herself once more held in Maria’s firm but pleasurable grip, ‘…thank you. Matron, if you would also assist with the final trial. I believe you have the requisite instruments to hand?’
‘Indeed,’ replied the alarmingly quiescent Matron. Instruments, Amy thought with a momentary surge of panic. But there was, fortunately, no cause for alarm, albeit that during the next fifteen minutes or so she was sexually excited to a level she’d never believed possible. No stranger to the private use of vibrators, she was adroitly subjected to the simultaneous stimulation of two artificial penises. As Maria held and intermittently kissed her, the doctor continued to sparingly but effectively spank her proffered moons, this time employing a flexible plastic ruler, and Matron slowly, one might also speculate lovingly, worked a large thick vibrator deep inside Amy’s overheated honeypot. Proudly she thrust back her throbbing rump, the feeling inside indescribable as her gaping void was plugged with pulsating plastic, sending courses of pure adrenalin through her throbbing clitoris, suffusing her abdomen with carnal pleasure. Once Amy’s vagina had been properly filled Matron turned her adroit attentions to Amy’s lewdly revealed anus peeking invitingly from the clenching valley bisecting her well-spanked rear contours
‘Ooof…’ Her instinctive protests were muffled by one of Maria’s enforced French kisses, as Matron teased the rim with Vaseline then gradually began inserting a smaller vibrating device into Amy’s virgin back passage. Oh God, thought Amy, her mind in turmoil, distantly aware that throughout this second rogering she continued to be spanked, she couldn’t take it.
But of course she could. Having had her own rear end expertly reamed on numerous occasions, Matron was consummately aware of the body’s capacity to accommodate and adapt. Although Amy was convinced her rectum would be stretched beyond endurance she was soon filled to the hilt, and what’s more, enjoying such an unfamiliar sensation.
The surprising result of the double penetration and the ruler’s continued assault on her supremely sensitised bottom was the most powerful climax Amy had ever experienced. After which events became blurred and confused.
Moaning with disappointment as the two artificial penises were pulled from her seeping channels - what Matron giveth, Matron also taketh away - Amy later dimly recalled pleading, begging for more. In fact, using language more suited to a market stallholder than a nurse, she made it explicitly clear that she’d like the doctor’s cock in her cunt, rammed right up, right away.
A direct request which, in an interesting interpretation of medical ethics, he rapidly obliged, employing one of the biggest cocks Amy could ever subsequently recall having taken, to shaft the young nurse doggy style with considerable energy and vigour until her plundered pussy felt almost as sore as her bottom, leaving her sure she’d have difficulty walking.
At the same time Amy was dreamily witness to a weird reversal of roles as Maria roughly lay Matron back on a similar examination table, spread her legs wide and, with the aid of a scalpel, cut off her thong to expose a gaping slit.
Plunging her head between the delighted women’s legs, Maria put her practiced tongue to work, circling Matron’s protuberant clitoris and saliva-soaked labia, then as the woman gasped and writhed in pleasurable abandon she produced a third, wicked looking black jello vibrator. This, Amy noted vaguely through a mist of sensual overload, appeared to be a double-ended dildo, totalling some eighteen inches in length. The last image she clearly recalled before coming yet again was of Maria’s lips sucking upon Matron’s impressively large tits, their hips a blur of frantic undulation, the dildo joining them, completely buried as their pubic mounds ground urgently together. After which a jet of hot sperm flooded her uterus and she ecstatically closed her eyes, distractedly wondering if the experiment had been a success.
On the other side of a two-way mirror in an adjacent room, the famous film director made final adjustments to his cunningly concealed camera and tweaked the sound levels. His friend, the doctor, had asked him to produce a short promotional video, but this was an epic and would be restricted to invitation only viewing among his elite circle of Hollywood friends. After that performance he’d no doubt Amy had a promising movie career ahead of her, should she ever tire of nursing. But for the moment he intended to go in and enjoy the fun. Those two gorgeous females tangled together in what remained of their nurse uniforms - one mature, one youthful, one white, one dusky - looked as if they had life in them yet. He felt certain his temporary bout of white powder induced impotence had been cured. What a successful clinic this was.
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Enjoy more erotic spanking stories by Laurel Aspen in Managing Mrs Burton, also exclusively published as an eBook by us:
Every stroke produced a frantic, immodest weaving of hips and drumming of toes, but Mrs Burton somehow managed to maintain her stance, keeping some shred of decorum as her curvaceous bottom was soundly whipped.
‘Well done,’ he said, ‘you took that caning very well, now stay exactly where you are and I’ll reward your fortitude.’
‘Thank you,’ Mrs Burton replied huskily, ‘that would be lovely.’
In town and in the country, in offices and suburban semis, women have been getting their first spanking. Reluctantly, hesitantly, sometimes forcibly; some even discovering a taste for further punishment. Perhaps that’s why the woman sat next to you on the train is smiling?
Over-confident career women are tamed and petulant young wives receive a stinging comeuppance in this compelling collection of short stories written by Laurel Aspen, who may well have been present at the time…
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