Madeleine awoke prematurely. The vibrations from the next bed were being transmitted to her own. It didn't take her long to realize what was happening. In a low voice, she called out to him

"Jacques! You little pig! You're masturbating so hard you can feel the bed move! But... I told you not to touch yourself!

- But Madeleine you said not to touch me alone, but now I'm not alone!"

Madeleine sighed; Jacques had no shortage of repartee.

"Little pig, you deserve to have your bottom reddened! I can't give you the spanking you need with these paper walls... but don't worry I saw the difficulty coming."

Madeleine turned on the light, fetched a towel from the bathroom as well as toilet paper, and her special utensil bag. She sat down on the bed, put the towel on her thighs and pointed to it. "Take off your pajama bottoms and briefs and come and lie across my lap."

Jacques complied. The smell of eucalyptus, the "suppository smell" that had sometimes caused him so much embarrassment as a child, intensified with his clothes off. Madeleine had it right in her nostrils once he was in position.

She spread his buttocks. Jacques' buttocks were still greasy from Vaseline and suppositories. He must have felt like he'd "messed his pants". Well done, she thought.

Madeleine slipped a horsehair glove over her hand and set about vigorously scrubbing the buttocks presented to her, avoiding however the soiled insides. She didn't hesitate to overflow onto the thighs and hips.

Jacques had never had such a sensation of being scoured. His irritated skin told him to protest, but he knew he'd never get away with it. Madeleine didn't stop until her bottom had turned a lovely shade of pink.

"Good. That's it for the back. Now let's deal with your utensil... Get up.

- You're not going to... well, rub my penis with it..."

Madeleine chuckled.

"No, I'm not going to rub your willy with a horsehair glove. I'm just going to take care of it so you can sleep without groping yourself and waking me up. Now get up and take off your panties."

Jacques complied. Madeleine spread the towel on the bed and told him to lie on his back with his buttocks on it. Once Jacques was in position, she began to play with his penis. This teasing, combined with the warmth of his horsehaired buttocks, made him harden. Madeleine admired how the skin of the penis finished shrinking to form a smooth surface, with no folds other than the furrow behind the corona of the glans.

She began to want to proceed as she usually did with men, i.e. grab the skin and slide it up and down. This was awkward, and a small, tense reaction from Jacques let her know that this was not the right procedure.

"Did I hurt you?

- A little..."

Madeleine drew a breath. She'd picked up some condoms on the off-chance... She unwrapped one and placed it on her penis, which she began to masturbate gently again.

"Is that better?

- Yes."

Madeleine was in no hurry to make Jacques ejaculate; she wanted to prolong the game, so y her hand played had the penis without over-stimulating it. Then she got up and went to get some things. She slipped on an examination glove, making herself very visible to Jacques.

"Bring your knees to your chest and spread your buttocks with your hands.

Madeleine observed the little hole that scented the eucalyptus. She put Vaseline on her finger, greased the already greasy orifice, instructed Jacques to "push" and pushed her finger deep into his rectum. She began by examining the inside in different directions, then looked for his prostate and found it.

"Put your feet flat on the bed, legs apart."

Still with Madeleine's finger deep in his bottom, Jacques got into this position reminiscent of a gynecological examination.

Madeleine began to masturbate him with one hand, pressing on his prostate and making little back-and-forth movements imitating sodomy.

Jacques said nothing more. Madeleine watched him. She heard his breathing grow ragged and accelerated his masturbation. The condom reservoir filled with a white liquid, while she felt the spasms of the penis in her hand.

"Well, it looks like I've released your tension."

She withdrew her finger from the rectum, pulled off the condom, tied it, wiped the penis with a bit of toilet paper, considered wiping the buttock, then thought better of it. She handed him his briefs, still adorned with the sanitary protection.

"Renculotte-toi."

Jacques fell asleep with his greasy ass, still with the memory of his finger digging into it.

Madeleine had set an alarm clock. She and Jacques wished each other good morning. It didn't take her long to get down to business.

"Morning temperature. Get on your stomach and pull down your underwear."

The thermometer was quickly in place; there was no need to lubricate it. She stuck it in deep, then went to the bathroom. Jacques heard her go to the bathroom, then shower.

Madeleine came back, removed the thermometer ("you can go back to bed now"), the bed, cleaned it with alcohol and put it away.

"Good. Do you think you were treated well last night?

- Yes, Madeleine.

- Good. So, now it's your turn to work."

Madeleine took a cushion from the bed and placed it on the floor. Jacques looked at her a little bewildered. She rolled up her nightgown and removed her panties.

"You're going to make me pussy.

Madeleine settled on the bed, legs spread. Jacques knelt down. There was something religious about his kneeling, such was his fascination and attraction for the female sex. Madeleine's was very pretty, surrounded by chestnut-colored hair. He parted her large labia, admired the sight of the pinkish folds, and placed a series of kisses all over her slit. Then he began to lick her clitoris, occasionally going as far as the entrance to her vagina. Jacques' partner didn't like cunnilingus and he made up for it...

Madeleine came out of the shower, and the taste of her sex was sweet. Jacques appreciated the particular taste of the edge of her orifice. He drew in a breath.

"Do you want me to put a finger in you?

- Not this time. Only you will be penetrated in this room... I want your tongue."

And Madeleine had Jacques' tongue... and Jacques had the pleasure of hearing her breathing become hoarser, feeling her stir, then pushing his tongue away from the clitoris made too sensitive by orgasm.

"Good. You've got it. Now go to the bathroom and shower!"

Jacques left. When he returned, Madeleine was dressed.

"Did you have a bowel movement?

- No, I haven't.

- Mmmh. Well, let's have breakfast."

It felt strange for Jacques to go from fulfilling his fantasies to the breakfast room with the silent images of BFMTV in the background.

They returned to the bedroom. Jacques put his things away and headed for the bathroom. Madeleine followed in his footsteps. Jacques was embarrassed, but sat down on the toilet and started to urinate... then defecated. Madeleine looked satisfied.

"A bowel movement is at least once a day, twice is better. You need to keep an eye on your bowel movements."

When he'd finished, she bent him forward and wiped his bottom like a three-year-old.

"Take off your pants and briefs."

Jacques obeyed, and was led back to the shower for a soaping and rinsing of his buttocks. Madeleine wiped his bottom with the towel.

"Take your things back to the bedroom." Jacques obeyed.

"Lie on your stomach with your legs apart." Jacques obeyed once more. He heard plastic noises, then felt Madeleine spread his buttocks, a finger grease his anus, then the fresh smell and feel of eucalyptus suppo on his anus.

"Push!" The little torpedo went into her rectum!

Madeleine handed him his clean briefs. "Knee briefs." Jacques did as she told him, and Madeleine was able to put on some sanitary protection before pulling up his briefs.

"You can finish getting dressed."

Soon it was time to say goodbye. Madeleine smiled at the thought of Jacques having to go to his very official meeting with a suppository in his buttocks, which was bound to produce characteristic odors... not to mention the panty liner that would come to mind...