“You know, Hazel, there’s a lot more to over the knee discipline than just spanking,” he told her, spreading her cheeks. “There’s the embarrassment of being exposed, as well as the humiliation of being punished anally.” Now he lightly spanked the area he spread. “Don’t you find this embarrassing, Hazel?”
“Yes!” she managed to utter between whimpers.
“Let me examine you,” he said, pulling her cheeks well apart. She held her breath as he held her spread, then spanked her bottom hole again, harder this time.
“Oh!” she cried softly, for it felt sexy and her clit had begun to ache.
“Don’t you need to be punished like this Hazel?” Robert asked, giving her one last chance to escape the rarified indignities to come.
“Yes!”
“May I ask if your bottom has ever been taken?” he stopped spanking momentarily.
Hazel didn’t reply immediately. Then she finally said, “Yes, but not in the way you’re proposing.”
“In what way then?”
“I did have a boyfriend who sodomized me.”
“I could enjoy doing that myself.”
“Oh no, you’re too big,” she told him, for she had been aware for some time of a jumbo erection pressing against her tummy.
“That’s okay, I’d prefer to take you with a nozzle and a hose anyway, at least tonight,” he told her, lifting her off his lap. “Get up on the massage table now. And assume a position that renders your bottom accessible.”
Hazel stared at him, as though confused by the command. Things were changing quickly! She looked at the massage table.
“Well?” he smacked her on the bottom to encourage her migration across the room.
“Assume a position?” she slowly moved to the table.
“Try getting up on all fours,” he suggested while collecting his equipment. Hazel sat on the table. He came over with a fluffy white towel and threw it across the table. “Spread that out first so you won’t stick to the leather,” he advised. She knelt on the towel and leaned on her hands like a centerfold. He circled her with folded arms. “Drop your chest so that your bottom is uppermost. Bring your knees in a little closer to your chest, and spread your legs even more. Are you comfortable?”
“Uh, sort of,” she admitted.
“Hazel, do you know about the word mercy?”
“No.”
“Well, that’s the word submissives use when they want their dominants to know that some part of the scene isn’t going right, or that something hurts too much.”
“I understand.”
“I see that you can be compliant when you want to be,” he ran his fingertips lightly down her back and ended by caressing her curved bottom. “But you haven’t been this agreeable all night.” He smacked her hard on either cheek. “You behaved disgracefully at The Keep.”
“I know.”
Robert took the long, slim vibrator out of the Anal Invader box and lubricated it.
‘I want you open, Hazel. Every part of you,” he told her, deliberately dividing her labia with deft fingers and lightly probing her slick sex. She squirmed ticklishly as he slipped his middle finger up into her vagina and slowly pistoned it in and out. She arched up to him and opened herself completely.
“You could just fuck me,” she suggested suddenly. “You could get up right behind me here and now.”
Robert sighed and stopped fingering her.
“I thought you weren’t going to try to control this scene,” he said.
“I wasn’t –”
“Yes you were.”
“I just thought that what you were doing just now felt so sexy. And I’m so ready,” she appealed timidly.
“Hazel, I’m not saying you didn’t have a good idea,” Robert told her, coming around in front of her to lightly kiss her and brush her hair away from her face. “But I’m still going to punish you first.”
“Okay.”
“Now stop trying to seduce me,” he ordered, though somehow she was now out of her position and in his arms.
“But you’ve been hard for such a long time,” Hazel softly observed, allowing her hand to brush against his erection. “Don’t you need some relief?”
Robert disengaged her arms from around his neck and gently put her back into her original position. “Hazel, behave,” he scolded, “you’re not in a porno movie.”
“I wasn’t acting pornographically!” she blushed with embarrassment.
“Yes, you were.”
“Isn’t a submissive supposed to serve the needs of her dominant?”
“Different dominants have different needs,” he explained, firmly separating her knees again to achieve the delicious exposure that shifting her position had lost. “I have a fixation on the female bottom that extends beyond spanking. All I ask is that you allow me to indulge it.”
“Oh, certainly!”
“Then be a good girl and stop interrupting me. We’ve delayed the inevitable long enough.”
The next thing Hazel felt was the insertion of the long, cold, slippery vibrator into her bottom. Robert slid it in very slowly. Hazel now forgot all about Robert’s cock. All of her attention was immediately focused on herself and what he was doing to her. The anal penetration was almost too much to withstand. His big hands manipulating her ignited a chain of pre-orgasmic winks, the likes of which she had never before experienced. Slipping one hand under her flat belly, he pressed his palm against her abdomen while smacking her filled bottom. Hazel sobbed. If he continued to do things like this she would succumb long before he got to the enema.
Robert took his hand away from her tummy and slid the vibrator out of her bottom, glad he hadn’t turned it on.
“You aren’t allowed to climax.”
“What if I can’t help myself?”
“I’ll help you,” he told her, pressing her down on the table so that she lay flat on her tummy. This was a very good spanking position and he took advantage of it, turning her cheeks pink with his hand. This made not coming even harder. She was as aroused as she had ever been. But so long as he didn’t put anything back into her bottom for a while, she knew she could maintain for a few minutes longer.
“Get up on your knees again,” he hauled her up by the hips and spread her legs apart. “Now don’t move,” he warned her and disappeared to fill the hot water bag.
This time Hazel didn’t dare move. She knew what was going to happen and was anxious to experience the sensation. Her humiliation was deep, real and profoundly satisfying. He was going to do this. He had thought of it all by himself. It was as though he had read her secret journal, the one that went beyond spanking, just as he had said. Dear, intuitive man. Could they really be so perfectly matched? Robert certainly improved outside the office.
Improvising an IV stand out of a carved wooden coat tree Robert suspended the two-quart enema bag. Then he spread her bottom, lubricated the nozzle and inserted it slowly into her dainty, rose-hued anus.
An ardent bottom worshipper, Robert found his dream in Hazel, for every aspect of bottom was charming, particularly it’s sensitivity to pleasure. That Hazel was anally oriented was never more apparent than in her willingness to submit to spanking on that small, tender area. Robert noticed the way her breathing changed while he pushed the nozzle in.
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