Crystal observed Carina administering the testicle massage during some Prostate Response Clinic sessions, and asked to be trained in that skill. Carina mentioned that she needed to supervise Crystal in a "hands-on" way, and would prefer not to do that in an actual session, since the clients should receive services from fully trained staff. Carina suggested that she, along with Lynn and Crystal, get together away from Kimberwillow and she would train Crystal in this sensitive and demanding procedure.

Naturally, Crystal needed someone to practice on, and I was invited to the gathering, which took place one weekday evening at Carina's residence. Within a few minutes of our arrival, we were all in Carina's "playroom", which was similar to a room at Kimberwillow, but larger and with a few extras. In addition to an examination table, there was a single bed, a desk, and several chairs.

"Let's get started," Carina began. "Clothes off, Rick, and lie back on the bed there. Oh, and Lynn, please bring my hardwood hairbrush."

"Rick," Carina said, "you'll find the work that Crystal and I will be doing on your testicles erotically intense, and I'd like you to hold back from ejaculation as long as possible. I'll likely have to use the hairbrush on you from time to time to cool your ardor. Also, if you do ejaculate before we're ready, I'll give you a good working over for that. Men tell me that a spanking always hurts a lot more when it's given soon after an orgasm."

She took the hairbrush from Lynn. "Now I'm going to give a little demonstration. Crystal, you and Rick have probably seen only the dominant side of Lynn. I'm going to - rather, she's going to show you that she can be submissive. Notice, both of you, Lynn's exemplary self-discipline as she receives a paddling from me. This is something to strive for. Lynn, please strip from the waist down."

A slight blush filled Lynn's cheeks as she stepped out of her shoes and removed her shorts and panties. Carina seated herself on a sturdy armless chair and placed her knees close together and her feet apart to level her lap.

"Over here now, Lynn."

Gracefully, Lynn went across Carina's lap, pointed her toes and placed the tops of her feet on the floor, and supported her upper body with her hands touching the floor.

Carina commenced a thorough over-the-lap paddling, dispassionately giving hard, fiery swats about two seconds apart. Each swat alternated between Lynn's right and left side. The only sound in the room initially was that of the hardwood making contact with Lynn's increasingly reddened bottom. As the paddling progressed, Lynn gritted her teeth and we could hear her breathing become heavier. As Carina kept administering, Lynn moved her head from side to side and contorted her face, still not vocalizing. Carina continued to impart blazing smacks with the hairbrush. Finally, Lynn could help herself no longer, and, try as she might, a brief "Ah!" escaped from her every time the hairbrush hit. Carina kept on paddling for another minute or so.

Lynn heaved a sigh of relief. Lynn knelt before Carina, grasped her hairbrush hand and kissed it.

Crystal and I were in awe of Lynn's stunning performance. A testament to her self-discipline was that she did not wiggle her bottom or kick her legs at all during the entire paddling. I could not have been that restrained then.

Carina caught my eye and exclaimed, "It looks like somebody here got excited by what he saw!" My rock-hard boner was sticking straight out.

"Oh, my gosh!" Crystal gushed as she looked my way.

"Well, what did you expect!?" I answered.

Carina giggled and said, "We'd better cool down your arousal, or you'll pop off right away when we begin working on you. Come over here and get over my lap."

I knew better than to resist, so I meekly walked over to Carina. She guided me across her lap. Without any further talk, she gave me about fifteen swats, delivered with the same energy as she put into Lynn's spanking. I wanted to take them as stoically as Lynn did, but after five swats I could not keep still and wiggled. The swats felt amazingly hot.

"Okay, it looks like we took care of your 'problem' for a little while - lie down on the bed now and we'll get started. Crystal, pay close attention."

For the next several minutes, Carina sensuously handled my testicles, giving an exquisite massage and narrating the important points - where to use light touch, where and how to apply more pressure, how to give the scrotum a pulling tug that tends to delay ejaculation. My boner was hard and seeping, and Carina took me across her lap and gave me another hairbrush spanking. Then she told Crystal to try her hand at the testicle massage.

Carefully and deliberately, Crystal's cool and slender fingers touched, rubbed, and prodded, often with suggestions from Carina. I squirmed a couple of times when she applied pressure in the wrong place or too much pressure. Carina took over for a minute or two when that happened, demonstrating what exactly to do different.

When Carina sensed that I was nearing the point of ejaculation, she gave me the hairbrush again, this time several more swats than previously. Crystal practiced and practiced, and when she massaged for a while without the necessity for Carina's intervention, she got clearance to bring me to the finish line. She used a small towel to catch the semen as I spurted.

Before we left that evening Carina instructed Crystal to practice the testicle massage on me. She was to do this on at least ten different occasions, bringing me close to ejaculation, but not over the line, several times at each occasion. She would then be ready to perform that maneuver at Kimberwillow.

Over the next two weeks, Crystal performed this exquisite procedure on me several times, gladly using Carina's technique of applying discipline when she thought I was too close to ejaculating before she was ready. She used the strap then, having me turn over on the bed while she leathered my bottom long and hard.