by John Rivers
I wanted to die. I literally wanted to die.
It was taking all I could do not to hide my face in my hands, but I forced myself to ask.
“What did he tell you?”
“He said you have a procedure you need once a week. Someone has to administer that procedure. I can understand that. Normally, your uncle does that, but when he’s unable to do so, he has one of his close friends to take care of you. Since your uncle was out of town, he asked my dad. I’m sorry Dad’s not here, but I can do it for him.”
“Was that all he told you,” I asked, my voice still a little shaky.
“Well, he said you need to lie in a certain position. Also, your uncle asked him to give you a spanking. He didn’t say why you deserve this spanking. Hey, we all need a spanking once in a while.”
I started to ask if she was still being spanked although she was approximately the same age as myself.
“I talked back to my uncle, that’s why he was going to spank me,” I offered as a pitiful excuse. It didn’t explain why a twenty-four-year old was still being spanked.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Let’s just take care of you. By the way, how has things been going since school?”
“It’s going fair.” I wasn’t going to tell her I was general manager of one of the biggest retail outlets in Las Vegas. I certainly didn’t want anyone there knowing how I spent my Saturdays.
I knew that if I didn’t go through with this, no matter how embarrassing it might be, Uncle John would be mad and he would really spank me. He might spank me enough that my husband would see. Then I’d really be in trouble.
“Ok,” I told Susan. This was just something I was going to have to bear.
Not wanting this to last any longer than necessary, I went ahead and stripped. I told Susan that I usually took my spankings first. It was always up to the giver how he, in this case she, wanted to give that spanking. Uncle had left it up to each of his friend’s discretion how they administered my punishment. I was surprised when Susan Sims took a seat on the sofa and patted her lap. Although we were about the same size, I managed to positon myself across her legs.
I have lain across men’s laps dozens of times and more times than not, they would run their hand between my legs and feel my pussy before commencing to spank. As often as not, they would separate my nether cheeks and tickle or rub my butthole. I was surprised when Susan did both. I almost forgot to warn her not to spank me hard if that was her intention. I’ll never know because she swatted me two or three time and put her hands between my legs and rubbed my clit. Again, I was shocked.
* * *
I was sixteen when I came to live with Uncle John and Aunt Milly after the death of my mother. My father had left us years earlier and no one had any idea where he might be. It didn’t matter; likely he wouldn’t have wanted me anyway. I would have preferred things been different, but since they weren’t, I was delighted to be living with my favorite Aunt and Uncle. I had loved them, more so him, dearly ever since I could remember.
Even at that age I knew they were a little strange, but they were good to me so it didn’t matter. Both considered themselves holistic healers. My aunt believed whole heartily in certain plants and herbs for various purposes. Let me rephrase that: she claimed to believe whole heartily in these things. She had a menagerie of these items that she sold for what would seem an exorbitant price.
Aunt Milly worked full time in her little “clinic” in the back part of the house. People who came to her were referred to as clients rather than patients. She once explained to me that unless you were a medical doctor, you should not refer to your customers as “patients.” Her clients often came to her just to buy the herbs as well as to have a consultation. After the consultations, they would often leave with a supply of herbs. She also gave client injections of different substances. Some of these would be administered intravenously and the people would be there for an extended time. From what I have since heard, most of Aunt Milly practices have since been debunked.
Uncle John was also a holistic healer, but he only practiced the trade in his spare time. He was an electronic technician in the gaming industry. As someone versed in electronics, he was somewhat of a mad-scientist. He had a little shop in back of the house where he worked on devices to be used in the business of holistic healing. He invented one device with two wires extending from it. A client could hold a wire in each hand and as a very low current flowed through their body, a needle on the device would point to what area might be deficient in vitamins and such and need some of the expensive herbs. He was a genius, that uncle of mine. He also invented an ultraviolent halo a client could place on their head. I never knew what that cured.
To make this as short as possible, I’ll omit some of the other devices my genius uncle lay claim to and try to get right to the point. I might have forgotten to mention that in their clinic they had an examination table. It had the stirrups and such as most do. I suppose there were times when a client might need to lie for an examination. That could have been on occasions when Uncle John’s diagnostic devices failed to function as they should.
Aunt Milly had one “client,” a Mrs. Watson, who was a well-built and attractive lady in her early forties. Mrs. Watson came by frequently for holistic medication. She seemed to feel that Aunt Milly was a godsend and often proclaimed how the various ingredient had improved her life. On one particular Saturday when she came by, both Uncle John and Aunt Milly accompanied her into the examination room.
They had been in the examination room for a considerable time when, for some reason I have forgotten, I passed the clinic on the way to another part of the house. At the time, I had no interest in what might be going on. Regardless, my interest was piqued as I noticed the door was slightly ajar and I thought I heard what sounded like moans.
Curiosity overcoming me, I paused and was surprised to find I could partially see all three individual from where I stood. I was even more surprised to see that Mrs. Watson lay atop the examination table completely nude with her feet in the stirrups. Aunt Milly sat in the little roll about stool near the end of the table. Her back was to me and blocked my view of Mrs. Watson’s private area. Uncle John stood to Aunt Milly’s right at a roll-about table approximately waist high. On the table was a small box-like device and he seem to be manipulating what was apparently controls on that box.
I would have hated for them to see me and interpret my presence as spying. I was not spying, but simply overcome with curiosity. I wanted to move and I knew I needed to move, but I couldn’t. Rooted in place, I remained where I stood. After a few seconds, my aunt rolled her stool somewhat to the side, apparently retrieving something from a shelf. I almost jumped thinking she might look back and see me, but I didn’t. Once she moved, I could see Mrs. Watson lower area. The first thing I noticed was her legs and vagina were spread extremely wide. It took another moment before I saw something even stranger. A wire extended from her anus. Following that wire, I realized it was connected to the small box Uncle John seemed to be concentrating on. It stood to reason there was something in Mrs. Watson’s rectum that was controlled by the little box Uncle John was manipulating. Even in my state of shock I told myself this was another one of his invention. After all, the man was a genius.
I finally moved from my point of observation and on to where I’d been headed in the first place. For a moment, I felt sorry for Mrs. Watson. She would have to endure whatever treatment she was undergoing from now on. After all, once someone started a treatment in the holistic arts, they had to continue to do so. At least, that was what the practitioners advised. On the other hand, Mrs. Watson hadn’t seemed to mind. From the best I could tell, she’d had a smile on her face.
It wouldn’t be long before I, myself, would become familiar with the treatment.
Several days later, I noticed my aunt observing a couple of splotches on my face that was usually normal for a teenager.
“Honey, your uncle has invented a means to induce sonic waves into
the body. It works from the inside out. I’m thinking that would help clear up your complexion. Have you noticed how clear Mrs. Watson’s complexion is? She’s just started the treatment.”
I started to say I had seen Mrs. Watson’s treatment and I certainly didn’t want one. Rather than reveal the fact I was “spying,” I asked, “What kind of treatment is that, Aunt Milly?”
“The sonic waves are induced through the rectum. They have to be controlled and varied every few minutes.”
“I don’t want anything in my rectum, Aunt Milly. That will hurt.”
“No, no, honey. It won’t hurt. There’s two different size probes. We’ll use the smaller one for you.”
I won’t bore you with the argument I presented. It went on for some time. I finally lost when my aunt informed me I would either take the treatment or she would whip me like I was a small child. Then she would give me the treatment.
I settled for the treatment without the whipping.
I asked if I would have to lie on the examination table. I hated the thought of that.
No, that wouldn’t be necessary, she told me, the treatment could be given while I lay in the comfort of my own bed.
“Will Uncle John be there,” I asked, hoping she didn’t suspect my spying.
“No, I’ve learned to use it without his help. It will just be you and me.”
Knowing more than likely in addition to having something stuck up my butt, I would have to be naked, I dreaded the thought.
“When do we have to do this?”
“I’m sure I’ve mastered the working of the unit, but just in case I have some questions, we’ll wait until John comes home.”
I suppose I should mention that even at that age I was developed like the old proverbial outdoor edifice. I already wore a C-cup. I think that now facing the situation where I would be naked in front of someone else, I was more concerned with exposing my breasts. My boobs were my most prominent physical feature. They would be the first thing someone saw whether they held any interest or not. My aunt would have no interest in my body, but nonetheless I dreaded having to go through this procedure.
A couple of hours later when Uncle John came home, my aunt informed him that I was going to receive a treatment. She informed him she would administer it, but would consult with him if the need arose. I had been afraid he might say he needed to be present, but he didn’t.
“Go on to your room and remove all your clothes,” Aunt Milly instructed me. I will bring the machine up and we’ll get started. You’ll feel better in no time.”
I wanted to tell her I felt fine as it was, but I knew it would be a futile waste of time. Instead, I headed to my bedroom.
Once I was naked, I lay crossways on my bed. Without being told, I knew my bottom would need to be turned that way. Unconsciously, I covered my breasts with both hands. I didn’t think Aunt Milly would object to me doing so. I entertained another thought: what if she became aggravated for whatever reason and took it out on me. Likely, even though I was almost grown, she might spank my bare-bottom. That would hurt.
While I wished I was somewhere else, she entered the room carrying the box-like device in one hand and a jar of lubricant in the other. She also carried what I had already guessed to be the probes. There were two of them. She pulled a small table away from the wall and set the device on it. She then pulled up a chair and placed it a couple of feet from where my bare-bottom was positioned.
“See, here’s what I told you. There’s two different size probes. We’re going to use the small one.” I wasn’t sure how she did it, but she attached the smaller device to the cord coming from the box.
“Ok,” she said as she opened the jar of what had to be petroleum jelly. “Put your hands behind you knees and pull your legs as high as you can get them.”
I could have run. Not only was I losing what little cover I had for my ample breasts, but I was forced to put myself in this wanton positon. Embarrassed beyond anything I could imagine, I did as I was told. Aunt Milly immediately began applying the sticky stuff to my butthole.
Until now the only thing I had ever had in my rectum was a thermometer. The insertion of the device was something I had never experience before. My sphincter put up a battle of its own.
“You’re going to have to relax,” my aunt informed me.
“I’m trying.” I almost wanted to cry.
The device was shaped almost exactly as what I have since come to learn is a butt plug. A device often used in various sexual situations. Taking a deep breath, I willed my sphincter to relax. Somehow it did and I now had a foreign object up my ass.
“Ok, honey. You can put your legs down.”
I put my legs down and again covered my breasts with my hands. Seeing Aunt Milly doing something to the device and using both hands, I wonder if the object in me might not slip out. “Will it stay,” I timidly asked.
“Yes, it’s shaped so that once it’s in, it’ll stay.”
That was good to know. I didn’t want to go through that again.
Apparently having adjusted the device to her satisfaction, she flipped a switch. I could instantly feel a vibration in my anal cavity. It wasn’t a bad feeling. Had the situation been different, I might have enjoyed it. At the time, I was still a virgin and knew nothing about stimulation in that part of my body. It was strange.
“What’s happening is that the sonic waves are coursing through your body. Can you feel them?”
Actually, all I felt was the slight vibration, but I nodded anyway. She seemed pleased with my silent response.
Damn, this was so humiliating.
“We’ll do it at this frequency for about ten minutes and then we’ll change it to a higher frequency.”
Ten minutes? I had hoped this thing would be over in ten minutes. I had no idea what frequency meant. I supposed it meant it would vibrate faster.
Several minutes later, she flipped a switch on the device. The vibration stopped so suddenly I felt as if I had been in a vehicle that had instantly come to a halt. I felt as if I was tittering forward although I was lying on my back. That in itself was a strange sensation.
Aunt Milly adjusted a knob to what I assumed was her satisfaction and flipped the switch again. Nothing happened. She flipped the switch back and forth several times. Still nothing happened. I heard her mutter, damn, under her breath. She whacked the box with the side of her hand a couple of time, but still nothing.
“It looks like I’ll have to ask John what might be the matter. I’ll be right back.” With that she left the room, leaving me hooked up to this strange box.
She was only gone a moment when it occurred that Uncle John might come back with her. At first, I felt a renewed flood of embarrassment, but the more I thought about it, the less embarrassing it seemed to become. Had I lain here with myself presented to whoever was here to see so long I no longer felt humiliated? Surely not.
Aunt Milly was back a few minutes later and by herself. She did something to the box I couldn’t see and then flipped the switch. Nothing. Fiddling with it some more, she went to the door and yelled to Uncle John. They exchange a few words and she returned to take her seat and attempt starting the machine again. Just outside, I heard a tap on the door.
“Is everything ok?” my uncle asked.
For some reason, I no longer dreaded the possibility of my beloved uncle seeing me in this positon and exposed in such a wanton manner. That lack of dread slowly evolved into wanting him to see me. Something in my groin tingled and it wasn’t the thing up my butt. I was suddenly overcome with the hope that he would come in. In fact, I would like nothing better than for him to finish giving me my “acne” treatment. The hell with Clearasil, I wanted my uncle to treat me.
“It’s alright, you can come in, Uncle John,” I heard myself say. At the same time, I would have given anything if I could have touched myself.
“You sure?”
“It’s fine. Come on in.” I glance at my aunt to see if she would object. She d
idn’t. I supposed they had worked together on patients so often that she saw nothing wrong with his presence.
Uncle John gave me a once over glance before doing whatever he did to the little box. Making some adjustment, he told Aunt Milly, “Let me sit there a minute.” She rose and he claimed the chair. Gently grasping the base of the probe, he moved it around and around a couple of times.
“I believe she can use the regular probe, Milly. With this smaller one she’s going to dilate and it will slip out. After all, she almost a grown woman.”
Without any confirmation from my aunt, he told me to lift my legs. He then used the thumb and forefinger of one hand to spread my butthole. With the other hand, he removed the probe. Wrapping it with a Kleenex, he laid it aside. Attaching the larger one, my legs still raised, he again spread my well lubed hole and slowly inserted the larger one. It hadn’t seemed to hurt at all.
“John, there’s clients waiting. If you want to finish here, I’ll go back to taking care of business.”
A few moments later, I was alone with my uncle. I was alone and as naked as the day I was born with my beloved uncle. I was as happy as I could possibly be. I had come a hundred and eighty degrees from how I had felt with my aunt. If I had to continue this process, I wanted Uncle John to be the one administering it.
Realizing I was still cupping my breasts, I released them and let my arms drop to my side. Feeling the tension drain from my body, I let my legs spread as wide as possible. As my legs spread, so did my pussy. And, it was all right there for Uncle John to see.
“Ok, honey. Are you ready for the next phase? We’ll do this for ten minutes and we’ll be through.”
I almost came off the bed when he flipped the switch. This time it was vibrating throughout my groin. I felt as if my whole body was vibrating along with the probe.
“I know you can feel the sonic waves coursing through your body now.”
I was betting Uncle John had no idea how it felt. He had no idea how good it felt. I squeezed my anus and it seemed to vibrate me even more. I wanted so bad to reach down and rub my clit, but I couldn’t do it with him sitting three feet away. Resisting the urge, I closed my eyes and let the vibration take me somewhere I’d never been before. I knew then I was going to climax. Right there before my uncle, I was going to climax. I wondered what he would say. I also wondered if he had any clue as to what this thing was doing to me.