Carina got in touch with Crystal a few days later and formally offered her a position at Kimberwillow, as a receptionist and "assistant to Lynn". Lynn announced at a staff meeting that Crystal was returning and would be filling in as receptionist since Carina would be taking some time off regularly for personal reasons. She also announced that Carina would be training Crystal in the administration of the screenings, and that Crystal had other unspecified duties. Crystal would occasionally participate in sessions, but would not be a "regular" in that regard. She also described some new types of sessions that she added to Kimberwillow's menu, and hinted that there would be more.

I was asked by Carina (through Crystal) to be the first one to undergo the new sessions as a client. Crystal arranged my next appointment as if I had called in and requested it. All that she told me is that it involved discipline and colonic irrigation, with an interesting approach that set it apart from the other sessions.

Although Crystal and I were lovers, we had agreed that I would continue to have sessions at Kimberwillow, with the understanding that I would describe in detail to her later - usually during sex play - what had happened in those sessions. Also we were to keep any indication of our personal involvement with each other unknown to the other staff.

When I arrived at the clinic for my appointment, Crystal took me to a session room. Instead of an examination table, however, there was a double bed.

"Take all your clothes off and wait for the first one - Rachel," she said. "In this session, you'll get your spankings first, and the enemas later - saving the best for last."

Five minutes later, Rachel entered the room and looked me up and down. "Stand in the center of the room here, Rick," she directed. "That's it - oh, I see you're rising to the occasion. Hands out of the way - up behind your head. Yes, like that. Now keep them there."

She fetched a paddle, stood to my side, and gave me several hard swats. Naturally, my boner subsided as my attention was directed to the urgent sensations of the paddling.

With her other hand she grasped my member and started manipulating me. Her expert use of her hand had an immediate effect, and I was firm in no time.

"Oh, you are such a nasty boy," she whispered. "I must punish you for those nasty thoughts of yours!"

She kept one hand on my equipment while she wielded the paddle.

Wham!

"Ahhh!"

Wham!

"Owwww!"

Wham!

"Ahhhhh!"

Wham!

"Oh!"

"You know what, Rick?" she teased. "I'm nasty, just like you. I'm a nasty girl, and I think nasty thoughts ALL (Wham!) DAY (Wham!) LONG! (Wham!) Except that I'm the one who punishes YOU for your nasty thoughts. You must like these nasty things that I'm doing with my hand - it makes you hard, and I've got to punish you."

She kept on like that, getting me hard with her fondling and her nasty talk, and giving me swats until I subsided.

"Stay just like that, Rick. I'm going to go get Becky."

A couple of minutes later Rachel returned with a staff member I had not seen before. She was about five-six in height, had straight platinum-blonde hair down to her shoulders, a delectable smile accentuated by a modest overbite, and a rather low yet squeaky voice.

"Well, you did work him over with the paddle," Becky noted. "His butt's nice and red. I think he should have the strap, don't you think, Nurse Rachel?"

Rachel stated that the strap was an excellent idea, and retrieved a two-tailed tawse from the cupboard.

"Oh, look, Rachel," Becky added a moment later. "You're right, he IS a nasty boy. That flagpole is sticking straight out. I bet he's thinking of what he'd like to do with me - or maybe to me."

Rachel delivered ten biting swipes of the tawse and my boner went to about half erect.

Becky put a blob of lotion in her hand and lightly stroked my testicles and my hardening member, rubbing the lotion into my throbbing erection.

"Ooh, I'll bet you'd like to squirt on my legs and watch me rub it in, wouldn't you? You'd like it better if you could spurt in my mouth, wouldn't you?" She blatantly puckered her lips and brought her mouth close to the tip of my boner.

"I think this nasty boy needs more punishment for those oh-so-nasty thoughts of his!"

Becky did not move as Rachel delivered about fifteen hard swats of the tawse. I could not keep from exclaiming during that set.

"Give him another twenty or so for good measure," Becky advised, her hands still manipulating me. She kept on with the manipulation as Rachel ferociously swung the strap for the suggested dose, and then left the room.

"Time for your enemas, Rick," Becky squeaked. Get on the bed, on your back, and I'll prepare a nice, warm, soapy enema."

I saw Becky fill a three-quart bag with warm soapy solution and attach a balloon catheter nozzle. She drained the air from the tubing and set up the bag on a metal stand. After she placed a generous measure of lubricant on the tip, she inserted the nozzle and inflated the two cuffs for retention.

Becky sensuously massaged my testicles, and when my erection was pointing straight up, she started the flow, saying, "It's okay to cum anytime, Don't worry about where you squirt."

She kept the flow going until my boner subsided about halfway. When she stopped the flow, she resumed the sensuous touching around my groin area. She did not, however, touch my throbbing member, in spite of my wiggling about and trying to get her to handle it. When I had been hard for about two minutes, she resumed the flow until the discomfort caused my erection to subside.

Becky repeated alternately arousing and injecting more enema into me, until the bag was empty. I was desperate for ejaculatory relief, but she would not touch my member at all. A moment after the bag emptied, she stripped completely and climbed on the bed. Laying on her side, she began to nuzzle and kiss me, putting as much of her body in contact with mine as possible without putting any weight on my full and distended innards.

The discomfort from the enema turned into a sensuous feeling of fullness, and the pressure inside me became arousing in itself, especially around and against my prostate. My boner pointed straight up and throbbed as Becky kept up the nibbling, kissing and rubbing on my erogenous areas.

She rolled over on top of me, keeping her weight off my distended midsection, and pressed her lips firmly on mine, rather aggressively kissing me. Then she whispered hoarsely, "Rick, you know what I really want to do? I want for you to cum on my body. Then you can massage it into my skin." Then she grasped my nuts with one hand and began manipulating them. That was all it took, and I experienced an immensely powerful orgasm. When I started to spurt, she pointed my pulsing member so that I squirted all over her legs. Streaks of hot semen shot out from me as I bucked my hips and moaned incoherently.

After a moment I told Becky that I really had to get rid of the enema, and she deflated the cuffs and let me up. We showered together afterward, and I told her that the session was truly unforgettable.