About ten days after my last session, I made an appointment for the Discipline Clinic. On my drive over there, I wondered what the setting would be, and how severe the discipline would be. I gathered that I would probably be on the receiving end of a substantial amount.

Nurse Carina smiled as she led me to the particular room where my session would take place. Once inside the door, she told me to strip. While I removed my clothes, she said that she was going to bind me to the punishment box, and that I would receive discipline from several of the staff - one of them would come in and do whatever they were going to do, then leave and notify the next one.

"No enemas today, Rick," she said sweetly.

Carina eased me over the punishment box, which was a solidly built structure in the center of the room. The box was constructed so that the recipient's bare bottom was perfectly presented to the discipline administrator. Further, the structure was padded and the recipient could be bound in any or all of several places.

Carina cinched my waist, my wrists, and just above my knees. Except for some very limited squirming, I could not move my bottom at all. I was completely at the staff's mercy. I asked Carina if she was going to be one of the spankers and she said not this time.

As she was leaving, she mentioned that this session would be intense, and that my limits would be tested and possibly extended. That told me that the session would be severe.

A few minutes later I heard someone enter the room and walk around a while before I was able to see her. It was Nurse Rachel, and she held a paddle in one hand.

"As I remember, Rick," she began in a mesmerizingly sensual voice, "you squirted on my legs during your colonic session, and I mentioned that you'd be punished for that. I'm going to give you a good paddling, because you're a nasty boy. I like to spank nasty boys - and I always spank them hard!"

She pranced around to my left side, and she touched my bottom with the paddle for a few seconds. A moment later I felt a hard paddle swat squarely across both buttocks. I uttered a surprised "Uh!" when it hit. A scant five seconds later, she slammed the paddle against my bottom so that it hit both sides. A few seconds later, a third hard swat. The heat and urgency of sensation now began to build up and increase every time Rachel applied the paddle.

Wham! Five... Wham! Six... Wham! Seven... Wham! Eight..

When is she going to quit, I wondered. My shouts became louder and longer lasting with each stroke.

Wham!

"Ow! Stop! Stop!"

Wham!

"Ahhh! Nooooo!"

Wham!

"Owww! I can't -"

Wham!

"Owwwww!"

I felt like Rachel could have fried an egg on my bottom after the blazing sequence of one dozen very hard paddle swats.

She calmly walked around in front of me, standing up close with her bare legs practically in front of my face. "Well, my nasty boy, we're off to a good start. I'm sure that spankable bottom will be very, very sore before you leave here."

She stood there silently for a while, probably to let me recover a little.

"You're going to get more, Rick," she continued. "You need to develop more self-discipline and not tell your Mistresses to stop spanking, like you did a little bit ago. You need to learn to accept your discipline. When you protest too much, you get punished more."

She prepared to resume administering the paddle, and held it touching my buttocks. "Are you going to accept your discipline without complaint?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Wham! "Aaaaugh!"

"Are you going to take your punishment without telling me to stop?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Wham! "Oww!" Wham! "Oh!" Wham! "Oh God..."

"Get ready for some more, Rick! I'm going to give you the rest of your paddling without stopping. If you beg or tell me to stop, you will sorely regret it."

Rachel gave me eight more swats without pausing. I'm sure that she put every ounce of energy she had into each swat. I yelled and exclaimed, but I managed to avoid pleading, although I came dangerously close to it a couple of times. She went in front of me and stood quite near.

"I'd love to give you a lot more of this paddle, Rick. It would be nice to paddle you until I'm all creamy and then have you eat my pussy. Maybe another time - I get turned on when I give a hard spanking." She put the paddle down and made some notes in my file.

"Let's see who will discipline you next," she mused, looking at the schedule. "Oh, Anarosa's next! That will be interesting! Too bad I can't stay and watch."

Then she was gone.

A few minutes later the door opened and I heard the clip-clop of high heels on the floor. Without a word, whoever entered the room lightly ran her hands over my back, over my bottom, and then my legs. She then walked to where I could see her. She was fairly tall, slender, with olive skin. Her full lips had bright red lipstick - although the redness was prominent, it was tastefully done. She had short black hair, wore a white uniform, black pumps, and had smooth bare legs.

"I am Miss Anarosa," she said. Then she opened a storage closet and wheeled out a cart on which two television monitors had been placed side-by-side at an angle which allowed me to see them without craning my neck. Some cables were attached to them and went where I couldn't see the other end. Anarosa disappeared behind me and I heard cabinet doors opening and closing, and some motorized whirring. Then she switched the power on the monitors. A moment later each monitor came into crisp focus. The rightmost monitor displayed my naked bottom as would be seen by someone standing a couple of feet away. The leftmost monitor displayed the scene from behind me from a greater distance, and from an angle. Every ten or so seconds the leftmost monitor's vantage point changed and there was the scene from a slightly different angle.

She picked up a leather tawse. I heard her heels clip-clop as she slowly walked behind me to administer. At the same time, my attention was on the two monitors before me. It was like watching a fascinating video, and experiencing it at the same time. The leftmost monitor showed Anarosa as she prepared to start the strapping. I saw her, on the monitor, draw her arm back, and then she whipped the strap across my bottom. The rightmost monitor showed the strap as it came into the camera's view and swiped across both sides of my bared bottom, and the instantaneous marks that it left. Concurrently, I felt a shock of heat and pain. Almost immediately she again swiped the strap across me, and the effect of the sensation from this stroke added to the previous stroke's buildup of sensation. I exclaimed as I saw her get ready to administer the next stroke. The pain was rapidly increasing.

On the leftmost monitor I saw the energy that she put into the swipes. Her whole body swiveled as she swung the strap, and she gave a generous follow-through. I'm convinced it's the follow-through that makes a swat with a strap really hurt. After the tenth fiery swipe, Anarosa went to the other side and rapidly planted ten more blazing strap strokes across my helpless bottom. I yelled with each impact.

Without saying a word, she kept on like that, giving me ten hard swipes with the strap, and changing sides, for what must have been forty or fifty more strokes. Then she moved directly behind me and with athletic exuberance, rapidly swiped the strap back and forth for twenty swats. This hurt even more than the others, since the strap made contact primarily with the sides of the nether cheeks where the skin is more tender.

Quietly, she put the monitors away, and then stood in front of me and cradled my face in her hands for a few moments.

"I would like to give you enemas," she said, breaking the silence. "It would not be easy for you the way I do it. It would be worth it - for me and for you. Maybe sometime?"

Then she left the room.

I was starting to recover from the strapping on top of the paddling, when I heard the door open and close. "Well, hello, Rick! Do you remember me?" asked Nurse Crystal as she came around to where I could see her. She was wearing her crisp short uniform, white sneakers with no stockings, and bare legs.

"Oh, yes, I do..." I answered hesitantly.

"Good. You'll remember me even more after today, I'm sure."

Crystal walked around and put her hands on my well punished bottom. "Hmmmm... They DID give it to you pretty good! You still have a ways to go today. They DID tell you it would be 'intense', didn't they?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You got off on my being birched that time, didn't you?"

I didn't know what to say. Anything I'd say could be construed any way she wanted.

"Oh, Nurse Crystal... I didn't make the decision to birch you..."

"You still got off during it, right?"

I remembered that it was very stimulating. Also, I knew that she pretty much had me where she wanted me.

"Yes ma'am," I admitted, almost in a whisper.

"At least you didn't lie," she said. "That's a quality I like in a person - somebody who won't lie, even if it might mean some, uh, trouble for them."

"Yes, Miss Crystal," I answered.

"Do you know what else I like in a person? I like it when a guy takes a good punishment from me without complaining. So far I haven't seen many of those at all. Do you think you could be one?"

"I'll try, Nurse Crystal. Yes, I'll try..."

She continued, "You're going to get a good caning today. The rattan cane is my favorite thing to use, and I'm very good at it. I'm likely to get off several times from caning you. Does that bother you?"

"No ma'am. If you get pleasure from it, it doesn't bother me."

"Good. Because I'd do it anyway. And you're respectful too. I like that. Well, no sense in delaying the inevitable, is there? I'll just slip off my panties so I can enjoy giving you a severe whipping. I'm already starting to cream."

Crystal retrieved a thin straight rattan cane about three feet long with a rubber handle. I felt her lightly tap it several times on my captive bottom, in preparation for using it. Suddenly I heard the cane whisper a brief 'whippp!' sound and I felt a flash of lightning-like pain across my bottom. An instant later, I heard the dreaded 'whip' sound and felt another streak of pain. Crystal was giving each stroke of the cane about once per second, which is very fast-paced for a caning. I could do nothing but exclaim aloud after the first couple of strokes.

She paused after about a dozen smacks. I heard Crystal's rate of breathing increase rapidly, and then a couple of gasps, followed by a moment of panting, culminating with a sigh of contentment.

She then gave me about twenty brisk smacks with the cane as I cried out with each one. She paused to climax again, and this time could not keep from emitting a few vocal gasps of pleasure. I was thankful for the pauses, as they gave sweet respite from the vigor of Crystal's administration of discipline.

"I like this," she exclaimed, "If you were my boyfriend I'd have you eat my pussy each time so I wouldn't have to do this myself!"

She imparted another dozen whips with the cane. I felt like my bottom was blazing. She paused, but did not masturbate. Instead, she lightly ran her fingers on my bottom, feeling the ridges and welts from her expert handling of the rattan cane.

"Nope," she declared, "You still need more."

This next set was the most fast-paced yet, with Crystal administering probably two strokes per second. It went on and on, probably amounting to about thirty six or more strokes. I reacted with an uninhibited shout each time, with one long yell toward the end of the set, and constantly kicking my legs throughout the whipping.

She fingered herself to climax again, unabashedly vocalizing her orgasm.

"I did pretty good today," she stated, "And you did too. Now let's get you out of your restraints so I can put some soothing ointment on your bottom."

Crystal had me lie face down on the examination table after she released me from the punishment bench. She gently applied some cream on my punished bottom and took her time doing so. After I lay there a few minutes she had me turn over.

"This session was a lot different from the others you've had," she said. "No enemas, no milking, just plain spanking." She smiled broadly and put her hands on my chest and tummy area, and let them idly wander. She continued talking, her eyes staring into empty space. "I really do enjoy giving discipline," she continued. "Lynn was probably right when she said I tend to get carried away - I just enjoy it so much. It does something inside me that - well, it really turns me on. I wish I had a boyfriend who I could discipline regularly. None of the guys that want to go out with me will take a good spanking just to please me. It always ends up the same way - we go out a few times, things get intimate, I try to steer things so that I get some pleasure, and they're gone. It's almost enough to sway me over to being with women." There was a brief pause.

"I'm not saying I don't enjoy vanilla sex - I do, but a long term relationship has to include spanking. I'm not dominant in all ways in a relationship, but I do need to administer discipline. Sometimes I even think I could like being spanked, if it's the right person."

She looked in my eyes, having come back to the present, and glanced over at my groin. I had developed a firm erection, which had surprised me too, because I was listening intently to what she was saying.

"Well, look here!" she exclaimed with gleaming eyes. "At least part of you likes what I was saying." She reached over with one hand and gently, teasingly manipulated my firm boner and testicles.

I slowly and deliberately grasped her hand - the one that was stroking my erection - and brought it to my face. I held her hand there a moment, then brought it to my lips and lightly kissed it. She was visibly touched by this, and after saying something like "how sweet," mentioned that while she'd like to get to know me better outside of the clinic, there are strict rules against socializing with clients. I didn't say anything in reply, but I did kiss her hand again and looked at her wistfully.

The session was basically over, and I got dressed and drove home, opting to wait until later to get showered so that the ointment had time to work.

Crystal was heavily on my mind for several days afterward.

I wondered about going back to the clinic, since I had experienced every different type of session that they had to offer. I considered which ones I had enjoyed the most, and thought that I'd go back and repeat some of those. Then I remembered that even if I did repeat a type of session, it may be with a different nurse or different group, if more than one was supposed to be there. I also had a thrill of curiosity about Nurse Anarosa's enemas - she had mentioned that they would be difficult for me, but that they'd be worth it, whatever that meant.

Also, I wondered about my chances of getting Crystal for another session. Would she want to sign up for one with me, or would she avoid me? If I chose the Colonic Discipline session, I'm likely to get Anarosa - she said she wanted to give me enemas. If I chose the Ejaculation Extraction, there's be three of them, but Crystal would likely avoid that one, and it was frustrating to refrain from ejaculating for five days or more. Also, I didn't want to go back for the Discipline Clinic again for a while - it was very severe. I wondered about the Prostate Response Clinic - what are the chances that Crystal would do that one?

I decided that whichever sessions I chose, I'd enjoy them, and that I shouldn't worry so much about orchestrating them.

Since I was getting more curious about Anarosa's administration of enemas, I called for an appointment for the Colonic Discipline Clinic and dropped a hint about Anarosa.