Over the next few weeks Crystal had spent most of her time at work as a receptionist, and had assisted Carina with several new screening sessions. She had some time to work on new scripts and sessions for Kimberwillow, and I think she became somewhat frustrated from not participating more in actual sessions. A consequence of that frustration was that she wanted to administer more discipline to me and have more role-playing sessions at home.

Crystal wanted to spend a week with me, coming home to my house instead of going to her place after work. She said that when role-playing she'd be wearing her uniform and that she wanted me to address her only as "Ma'am" or "Nurse Crystal". Despite the certainty of an extremely sore bottom from her attentions, I knew that the time would produce some exciting episodes.

She was also fascinated by Gloria's custom strap-on device and had persuaded her to have one constructed for her.

The week of Crystal sessions began on Sunday afternoon. She arrived with two large pieces of luggage with enough of her belongings for the forthcoming week - including some additional equipment for our sessions.

Crystal put some of her things away and changed into her nurse's uniform. She was barelegged, and wore black platform sandals. Then she seated herself on the sofa and casually crossed her legs.

"Rick, I'm going to start by giving you an enema. I'm going to give you an enema every day for a week, because I'm going to use a strap-on like Gloria has - every day. When I give you discipline, I want you to work on taking it well. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes, what?!" she demanded.

"Oh, that's right! I forgot! Yes ma'am."

"Well," she said, "I'm going to have to help you remember. Pants down past your bare butt, and lay on the bed!"

She stepped out of her sandals, fetched a two-tailed leather tawse, and asked me questions as she enthusiastically strapped me. "You won't forget, now will you?!"

"Ow! Oh, no ma'am!"

More strapping.

"Are you sure now?"

"OH! Yes ma'am!"

She went on like that for a while. I tried my best not to wiggle or kick, but I couldn't help squirming toward the end.

"You've got some nice strap marks on your ass," she commented. "I'll be able to admire them when I'm doing you. Now it's time for your enema! Get undressed while I fix it."

I had never received an enema from Crystal before, and she was efficient and at the same time stern, providing sincere encouragement when I needed it. I was on the floor when she gave it to me, on my hands and knees with my forehead touching the floor. She gave me a second enema, which I took more easily.

After a shower she had me arrange some pillows on the bed and lie face down so that I was accessible to her. She undressed and put on the custom strap-on device, complete with the extension that fit inside her.

And then she fucked me. And fucked me. And fucked me. She did not climax while pumping me that day, but heaven knows she tried. When she was too weary to go on, I serviced her pussy with my mouth and brought her off a couple of times. Then we had sweet intercourse and napped for a while.

"Oh God, what a frustrating day!" Crystal exclaimed as she walked into the house after work on Monday. "Lynn was in a bitchy mood, and the drivers out there are crazy! I hope to hell that my mood improves now."

No doubt it will, Crystal, I thought to myself. Especially when you ass-whip me.

"Let's take care of things before dinner, okay?" she suggested, giving me the most innocent wide-eyed look that she could muster.

"Okay, my love," I said as I kissed her. "What do you want me to do?"

"Bring me the Spencer paddle. This is going to be fun!"

I held onto the other end of the desk as tightly as I could, bent over, totally naked. The paddle swats transmitted an urgent heat to the nerve endings on my bottom. I pretty much kept in position while she swatted, although I kicked my legs a few times and my upper body writhed. Then I was on the floor for a sudsy enema. I cleaned up, and Crystal enthusiastically pumped me with the strap-on device, after which we engaged in a sexual romp.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday followed a similar pattern, and I noticed that Crystal was becoming more dominant - or becoming more comfortable in being dominant - as the week progressed. The tenderness she expressed at other times, along with the exquisite sensual pleasures that she provided, made the daily enemas, fuckings, and whippings well worth it to me.

By Friday, I was a little weary of being ass-fucked with the strap-on. I submitted to an enthusiastic serving of her leather strap, and I willingly took another soapsuds enema from her. After I showered, she was wearing the strap-on, as usual, and had set up the pillows on the bed over which I was to position myself face-down.

"Crystal, my ass is getting sore from all the fucking, and I -"

"DEMERIT! What are you supposed to call me?"

"Okay, Nurse Crystal, please -"

"Get... on... that... bed!" she interrupted and sternly pointed toward the pillows which were covered with a large towel.

She lubed up my back entrance and inserted the strap-on as I groaned. She put as much of her body in contact with mine as she could while she pumped, and after a while I had to admit it felt heavenly. The soreness went away and she fucked ever more enthusiastically, which led to a climax for her. I tasted her sweet pussy and then had my way with her.

We spent much of the day together on Saturday. In midafternoon she went into the other room for a while and emerged a few minutes later dressed in her nurse's uniform and carrying a rattan school cane. Summoning me with her index finger, she had me follow her into the bedroom.

"Take all your clothes off, my love - it's enema time."

She prepared a warm soapy two-quart solution and injected it while I was in my usual "enema position" at her feet. I emerged from the shower and walked into the bedroom to see her smiling and holding the rattan cane.

"I saved the best for last, darling," she said. "This is the seventh straight day of our role-playing escapade. Over the pillows, my love."

When I was in the submissive position in which she liked to fuck me, she gave me about 15 briskly-paced strokes of the cane. I managed to keep my bottom and legs still through all but the last few strokes. After a pause of a couple of minutes she resumed caning me and delivered ten more strokes, all horizontally placed as she had done with the previous set.

"You have a demerit to work off from yesterday, my dear," she announced. "I think another ten with the cane should do it, don't you?"

My bottom was livid with pain, but I knew that I was going to get what she decided to give me, so I didn't resist.

"Yes Nurse Crystal," I panted, and waited for the inevitable. The ten that she gave me were fast and hard, and were given diagonally so that they crossed the other strokes that I had received. I kicked, wiggled and shouted from the first.

She shed her panties and, still standing, asked me to use my mouth on her pussy. I knelt in front of her and tenderly went to work on her, reaching around and cradling her posterior cheeks in my hands. She almost dripped with her own cream, and I knew that the caning had gotten her extremely aroused. She climaxed within two minutes, and then told me to get back on the bed for the strap-on.

She fucked me slowly and thoroughly, sometimes pausing for a minute or so to let herself lie on top of me. After what seemed a long time, she withdrew and took off the harness.

I was hot for her and had her lie on the pillows face down, and entered her pussy. I stayed inside her for a lengthy session of intercourse, probably close to an hour, slowing down and pausing frequently to postpone ejaculation. Still inside her, we maneuvered so that we were facing each other, and after a few more minutes I finished off.