Crystal signed me up for another new flavor of session at Kimberwillow, this one called the Double Judicial Session. She told me only that it is severe, there would be role-playing, and that some of the experience would be different from the usual fare at the clinic.

Crystal smiled as she made a couple of calls when I came to Kimberwillow for the appointment. She led me down the hall, keyed the door open and stayed out as I entered. I was surprised to see Gloria and Rachel there, and Rachel was nude!

"You both are going to get enemas before your corporal punishment," Gloria stated. "Take off all your clothes, Rick, and quickly."

When my clothes were off, Gloria had me lie face-up on the examination table. Then she told Rachel to get up on the table too, and lie face up, with her head at the end of the table where my feet were. Rachel was told to position herself so that she was between my legs, with her bottom about twelve inches from mine. Her legs were alongside my chest, and, of course, I was rapidly becoming erect. Gloria hung a large, full enema bag on a metal stand. There was a "Y" adapter after the shutoff clip, allowing the bag to feed two nozzles. Gloria lubricated them and inserted a nozzle into Rachel, and then into me.

"I'm going to start the enema now," Gloria stated. "You both will get solution at the same time. I have been instructed to make a note of each time that I have to shut off the flow - the punishment for both of you will be increased each time I have to do that. Here it comes now!" I grasped Rachel's legs just below the knee, then heard a click and immediately felt the warm soapy enema rushing into me.

"Uhhhh," Rachel exclaimed after a moment.

"Aughhh!" I added, and tightened my grip on Rachel's legs.

I was quickly filling up and Rachel shouted, "OH! Please! Stop for a minute, please!"

Gloria shut off the flow and looked at her watch. "Thirty seconds, and I start again."

Rachel panted with relief, and quieted down. Gloria resumed the flow and the solution rushed into us again.

Rachel panted aloud, punctuating each breath with "Oh!" She became more vocal as the volume of soapy water filled us up, "Oh God" she exclaimed after a very short while. "Oh! I can't! Stop, Gloria, Stop!"

Precious relief was ours when Gloria clicked the valve shut. I stroked Rachel's legs as we waited for the thirty seconds to pass.

Click! The flow resumed and Rachel panted, "I hope I can take the rest of it. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Uhhhhhh!" I groaned, and squeezed my grip on her legs.

"Isn't that damn bag empty yet?!" Rachel shouted between her panting exclamations. The water continued to push mercilessly in. After what seemed a long while, Rachel pleaded, "No more! Stop!"

Gloria stopped and commented, "Too bad you couldn't take about ten more seconds - it would all be in then."

After another thirty seconds Gloria drained the enema bag into us, and then let us up to get rid of the water. Approximately twenty five minutes later we were empty of the soapy solution.

Gloria placed wrist cuffs on Rachel and me, and lowered a metal bar from the ceiling . She attached my wrist cuffs to the bar first. Then she produced some platform high heels for Rachel to step into so that we were more evenly matched in height, and, with Rachel facing me, secured her wrist cuffs to the same bar.

"Get close together, you two! I want you in contact, front to front," Gloria ordered. She raised the bar so that our arms were above our heads. Just before she bound us together at the waist, she tucked my raging erection upwards and nestled it between Rachel's belly and mine.

Gloria tightened a binding strap around our upper body area, and Rachel and I were forehead to forehead. She opened the door and Lynn, Raven, and Becky entered.

Raven, holding a clipboard, asked Gloria, "How many times did you stop the enema?"

"Three times, ma'am."

Addressing Rachel and me, Raven announced, in a commanding tone, "For your misdeeds, you will each receive twenty five strokes of the two-tailed leather tawse, followed by six strokes of the straight-handled rattan cane. Because Nurse Gloria stopped your enema three times, you will each receive an additional eighteen strokes of the straight-handled rattan cane. Lynn and Becky, please pick up pair of dice and roll them. The one with the higher score will administer to Rick, and the other will administer to Rachel."

Becky said she got ten, and Lynn got eight.

"The instruments of correction are on the counter," Raven continued. "Becky, Lynn, each of you please avail yourselves of a leather tawse and take your positions. Nurse Gloria, please count the strokes aloud."

A moment later: "Becky and Lynn, are you ready?"

"Yes Ma'am," they mumbled in unison.

"When Nurse Gloria has counted, you may administer the next stroke. Please begin."

Whap-Whap!

"One!"

Whap-Whap!

"Two!"

It was obvious to me that each of the ladies delivering the strap was doing so with incredible energy.

Whap-Whap!

"Three!"

Rachel's eyes opened wide and her breathing quickened. She did not cry out yet, and if the heat I felt on my bottom was any indication of what she was feeling, it would not be long before both of us would vocalize out plight. And we still had a caning to look forward to!

Whap-Whap!

"Four!"

Whap-Whap!

"Five!"

Rachel's lips were trembling. Every time the strap hit her, I felt some of its energy in my erection which was tucked in between us above our pubic areas.

Whap-Whap!

"Six!"

Whap-Whap!

"Seven!"

"Ahh!," Rachel yelled as a muted "Uhhh!" escaped from me.

In spite of the pain, the sensation of Rachel's skin against mine and the close proximity of our faces kept my boner erect. She began to thrust her pelvis into mine with each stroke, and I frequently heard the clip-clop of her platform high-heels as she kicked her legs. By the time the count reached fourteen, she freely yelled each time the tawse kissed her bared bottom. For my part, I gave a raucous exclamation. When the count exceeded twenty, tears were running down her face and she was shaking her head and writhing, in addition to kicking her legs.

We were both sweating when we had gotten our allotment of the tawse.

"Thank you, Lynn and Becky," Raven said. "We will wait five minutes before proceeding. Nurse Gloria, please announce when five minutes are up."

Rachel smiled sweetly through very wet eyes when I licked the tears from her face. I kissed her tenderly on her lips and she responded surprisingly favorably.

The five minute break seemed like an eternity, although I was glad for the chance to give my strapped bottom a rest. Nurse Gloria stated flatly, "Five minutes are up now."

"Becky and Lynn," Raven directed, "Please avail yourselves of a straight-handled rattan cane and prepare to administer."

I knew that they were ready to cane us when Becky lightly tapped the whippy cane on my bottom, gauging her position.

"As before, when Nurse Gloria has counted, you are free to provide the following stroke. Six strokes. Please begin."

Whip-Whip!

"One!"

Rachel gritted her teeth.

Whip-Whip!

"Two!"

"Mmmmff!" came from Rachel.

"Whip-Whip!

"Three!"

Rachel gasped. I heard the clip-clop of her platform shoes again as she kicked her legs with each of the next three strokes, and choked back any urgent vocal reaction. My bottom felt ablaze, and I'm sure Rachel had the same sensation. The knowledge that we had to undergo eighteen more strokes meant that there would be still more heat imparted to our already well-spanked posteriors.

"Very good, ladies," Raven announced. "Please keep your positions. In one minute, you will proceed with eighteen additional strokes."

I almost no time, Raven directed them to proceed with the set of eighteen. These strokes were delivered with greater force than the first six, as Rachel exclaimed as each of them came to dance on her naked bottom.

Besides kicking her legs and wildly thrusting her pelvis into mine, she was now wiggling in a rapid up-and-down motion which, due to the slipperiness caused by our sweating, was erotically stimulating my erection. As I approached orgasm, the cane strokes completely ceased being painful for me, and in fact added to my pleasurable sensation. I imagined what Rachel must look like from the rear - her reddened, striated bottom, her kicking legs, her pelvic thrusting and her wiggling dancing. I faintly heard Gloria say "Thirteen" as I started to erupt. I continued to spurt after the sixteenth stroke, and I was doing some writhing and wiggling myself - from my intense and profound ejaculation.

Raven spoke first. "Very well done, ladies. Their punishment is finished. Nurse Gloria, you may release them after five minutes, and then they may shower. Thank you, all." Becky, Lynn, and Raven left the room.

Her face flushed from the caning, Rachel looked at me with a sly smile and whispered, "You ARE a nasty boy, aren't you? You came because I was being whipped. I will note that in your file."

"Yes ma'am," I whispered in reply, and passionately kissed her. We showered together and I went home completely spent.

The following Saturday evening, Crystal had me describe the sessions in great detail, and she was stimulated by my account of them. She gave me a very severe strapping afterward, and we spent much of the night steeped in each others' affection.