Crystal signed me up for a session that in her words "promised to be memorable," with a new nurse on the staff. There was a gleam in her eyes when I showed up the following week at Kimberwillow.

A pale-skinned woman came to get me. She was slender, medium height with black shoulder-length hair arranged in bangs over her forehead. Her brown eyes had a sensuous, and at the same time, penetrating, quality. Her uniform dress exposed several inches of bare leg above her knees, and she wore modest white sneakers with no socks.

She firmly grasped my hand in the hallway and silently led me to the room for our session. Once inside, she told me to call her Tookie, and instructed me to strip completely for my enemas. She folded her arms and watched me as I removed my clothes.

When I was face-up on the enema table, Tookie inserted a retention nozzle into me and inflated the balloon "cuffs". The red two and a half quart bag bulged with the soapsuds solution, and she smiled slightly as she began the flow.

I groaned when the pressure built up inside me. Tookie did nothing to stop, or even slow down, the flow. Instead, she manipulated my testicles and member, which felt good but under the circumstances, but didn't make me hard.

"Rick," she said in a low sensuous voice, "You're going to take the whole thing without stopping. Do that for me? I can't begin to describe how hot it gets me when I give a nice big enema non-stop."

The pressure increased.

"Ahhhhh! Oh, Tookie! Aughhh! Oh, the pressure! It's so much! Ohhhhhh!" I exclaimed.

She slipped off her panties. "Feel my pussy, Rick. Look what this is doing to me. Go ahead," she said, and spread her legs. I put my hand under her dress and felt her creamy labia. I put one finger inside her and her prolific juices dripped downward. It occurred to me that I would enjoy putting my mouth there and tasting her juices. This was a momentary distraction from the relentless progress of the enema. She smiled at me and then gently removed my hand from between her legs.

A sudden cramp gripped me. "Auuugh! Oh God! Uhhhhh!" Her eyes sparkled. She kept up the manipulation of my testicles. The bag was completely drained after about another minute.

"You're going to have to hold the enema for a few minutes," she said with a gleeful edge in her voice. She generously squeezed some lubricating jelly in one hand and grasped my member. She slowly and deliberately pumped as she stared penetratingly into my eyes. In spite of my fullness and cramping, I became erect under her expert handling. As I held the enema I groaned frequently. Nurse Tookie apparently could tell whether my groaning was because of the enema or because of her sensuous pumping of my erect member. She considerably slowed the tempo when I came close to ejaculating.

She let me up for precious relief from the enema. A full twenty minutes later I was again lying on the enema table and Tookie inserted the retention nozzle, this time attached to a three quart bag which bulged ominously.

"Oh, Rick, I'm absolutely hot right now," she gushed when she opened the clamp that let the enema start flowing. Again she applied some lubricating goo to one hand, and while my enema relentlessly flowed, she slowly pumped my member. She put her other hand under her dress and stimulated herself. I got the definite impression that my expressions of discomfort were wildly arousing to her. When I groaned and panted, she closed her eyes momentarily and breathed deeper and more rapidly. Just as the bag emptied, I loudly exclaimed, and she climaxed.

Her trembling hands continued to pump my throbbing erection, slowing and pausing when I approached ejaculation, which was sweet torment. During the five minutes that I held the three quarts, Tookie stimulated herself to climax once more. "Be sure you get every bit of the enema out," Tookie admonished when she let me up. Afterward, she watched as I showered.

She had set up a punishment bench while I was getting rid of the enema. She placed a firm pillow over the edge of it and had me bend over the structure. She secured my wrists and waist, leaving my legs free to move.

"I'm really hot from this, Rick," she exclaimed. "Have you ever been spanked by a spanking machine?" My facial expression told her that I hadn't.

"Well," she continued, "This is going to be the best of both worlds - for me!" I had not noticed the machine, which was sitting unobtrusively behind me in the corner of the room. I was not able to see Tookie set up the machine. I only saw her retrieve a straight segment of rattan from a cabinet, and then she took it behind me and finished setting up the machine.

Before she wheeled the spanking machine in place to administer to me she had the machine swish the cane through the air a few times. The machine made a brief whirring sound, followed immediately by the sound of the rattan cutting the air, with another very brief whir as it presumably retracted the instrument into position for the following stroke.

Tookie spent about five minutes calibrating the machine for the particular instrument and range of the strokes. She talked to me as she did this. "Okay, dear, now I'm setting it so that it will not strike you above here," and ran her finger horizontally at the upper portion of my bared bottom, "and no lower than here," and traced a line at the very lower edge, barely above my upper thigh. My mouth went dry. Now I knew why Crystal was so excited about me having this session. She probably wanted a spanking machine of her own!

Tookie continued in a low, sensuous voice. "I can set the machine to apply the strokes in sequence, each one next to the other, or randomly anywhere in the target zone. Today, I'm choosing random placement." She adjusted some dials and continued. "I'm setting the severity around seven, with a random intensity variation of two. This means that the strokes will always be between level five and level nine of intensity. Seven is... quite energetic; nine is even harder. Ooh, I'm gonna enjoy this!"

"Well, it's about time to start your whipping," Tookie announced and walked around in front of me. "Do you know what I'm going to do after your caning?" She turned sideways and placed her hands on her hips and bent her knees slightly. "I'm going to put on a strap-on dildo and fuck you silly with it." She lewdly pumped her hips back and forth with the imaginary dildo while relating her plans. "Yes, I'm going to get a strap-on and fuck you to kingdom come!" She continued to pump her hips silently for a moment.

Then she wheeled an adjustable desk chair close in front of me, hiked her dress up all the way and seated herself. She put her legs up and rested them on my shoulders, so that I had a nice view of her thick brunette bush.

She looked into my eyes as she pressed a button on the remote control for the spanking machine. I heard a very brief whirring sound and immediately afterward felt a hot streak of pain across my buttocks.

"Ahhh!" I exclaimed and saw a slight smile on her lips. She pressed the button again and the machine whipped another cane stroke across my bottom. I yelled. Tookie's free hand went to her pubic area and she slid her finger over her creamy labia. Her aroused clitoris emerged and she pressed the button again. I exclaimed loudly as a forceful stroke danced on my bared bottom. She never took her eyes away from me as she repeatedly pressed the button on the remote and the machine readily did her bidding. I managed to keep quiet for the less severe strokes, but when a forceful one made contact I had no choice but to exclaim aloud.

Another interesting thing I observed was that every time Tookie pressed the button to have the machine deliver a cane stroke, she pumped her hips back and forth.

A few more cane strokes and Tookie climaxed raucously and quite vocally. Her trembling hand directed the machine to whip the cane a couple dozen more strokes, and her glistening vagina pulsed with a second climax. The machine whipped another dozen after that and Tookie decided to go to the next phase.

She moved the spanking machine out of the way and retrieved the strap-on dildo. Standing in front of me, she ceremoniously attached it to her hips and cinched the bindings tightly around her midsection. She went in back of me and snapped on a disposable glove. I squirmed while she packed a considerable amount of lubricating jelly into me.

"Okay, Rick. Get ready for the ride of your life."

She spread me apart and put the tip of the strap-on against my opening, gave a firm push, and shoved the first inch inside, and stopped for a moment. Then she resumed, working the dildo in and out a little at a time, until it was deep inside me. She pulled out, packed some more lubricant in, and penetrated me again.

Tookie firmly grasped my hips with her hands worked up to a brisk tempo. She kept up the tempo and began to thrust the strap-on with long strokes.

"UH! UHH! UHHN! UHH!" I exclaimed as the black-haired nurse continued to thrust wildly. The pumping became brusque, and I kicked my legs each time she pounded her hips against me.

"Yeah," she panted, "I love it when you move like that!"

Tookie the human dynamo just kept on relentlessly thrusting and pumping. Each inward thrust filled me up completely.

"Aaaaugh!" I frequently shouted as Tookie continued to wildly fuck me with her strap-on.

"Yes! Oh God, Yes!" she yelled. She did not slow down or pause during her climax, but kept up the brusque and rhythmic pounding with her hips.

"Tookie," I groaned, "Please, I've had enough!"

"No," she answered, while pumping nonstop, "I don't think you've had enough yet..."

She pulled out and packed some more lubricant in me, parted my cheeks, and renewed her pumping.

"Oh, God, Tookie! Auuugh!" I cried out, to no effect. She kept pistoning the strap-on in and out. I suddenly remembered my session with Gloria, and recalled that when I encouraged her, it wore her out sooner. I reasoned that it couldn't hurt to try the same strategy now.

"Oh! Tookie!" I called out. "That feels so good. Fuck me. Fuck me, Tookie! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me good!"

Immediately she went over the edge and exclaimed, "Ahh... Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh!"

She didn't miss a beat when she climaxed. Those hips kept pumping relentlessly.

"Come on, Tookie!" I cried. "I want you to fuck me! In the ass!" Then, remembering that my vocal reactions seemed to excite her, I punctuated every thrusting penetration with an excited "uhh" sound. That seemed to work, and in a rather short time she climaxed again.

Still pumping, she panted, "I wish I could see your face right now. I love the way you talk, Rick! I love the way you say my name."

"Oh, Tookie!" I exclaimed. Then I called out her name every time she drove the probe into me. "Tookie, Tookie, Tookie, Tookie, Tookie..." I repeated her name continuously. She had another orgasm after a few moments, and then suddenly stopped.

"I can't go on, Rick!" she panted. "You wore me out. I thought I'd make you beg for mercy, but you just kept taking it. This is a first for me."

Tookie unfastened my bindings and I stood up. My bottom was sore, inside and out, from her enthusiastic attentions. I gingerly reclined on the examination table when she said she'd massage the soreness out of my body.

"I realize this session was rather intense," Tookie softly stated as her warm lotioned hands pressed into my tense back muscles. "Lynn told me that she liked my intensity when she interviewed me," she continued. "Lynn also mentioned that she knew of a client who would be just right for this particular session - she was right. I loved it."

Her hands felt my legs, and she probed and massaged the tension out of them. I moaned with delight when her hands softly encircled my well whipped bottom. A few moments of this, and her touching became more sensuous.

"Oh!" I suddenly exclaimed as she easily slipped a lotioned finger in my back way and wiggled it. She laughed and pulled out, continuing her soft massaging of my posterior. Several more times she slipped her finger in there and wiggled it around. The sensuous feeling from that maneuver just about drove me wild. My developing erection pressed against the table.

She told me to turn over and massaged my legs, chest, face, and then my groin. Using both hands on my testicles and raging boner, she again slipped a finger inside me and shimmied it a few seconds while pulling on my scrotum with the other hand to keep me from popping off right away. She did this several times, getting me more aroused with her touch and her talk.

"Nurse Rachel tells me that you're a nasty boy," Tookie cooed while her slippery hands slid over and around my testicles and erection. "She says you think nasty thoughts and then you squirt your nasty spunk all over. She asked me to write a note in your file if I think you're a nasty boy. She asked me if you have a girlfriend. I told her I can't imagine that you do and are able to come here at the same time. Unless she's a nasty girl."

My rock hard erection was throbbing, and my arousal was intense from Tookie's sensuous talk. She continued massaging, talking, and tugging at my scrotum.

"I think Rachel likes you a lot. I heard somewhere that she and her husband are not getting along very well. I'll tell you one thing - she's a nasty girl, Rick. She has all these nasty thoughts about you. She loves to paddle you, and thinks about what she'd like to be able to do with you after a good paddling. She gets so hot when she paddles a nasty boy, Rick! Rachel would like to have you eat her pussy and then she'd put the wood to your butt, real good, and then she'd open up her legs to you. When you'd be inside her, she'd close her eyes and moan. Then she'd feel your legs with hers, and -"

"Oh! Ahh! Ooh! Aaah!" I exclaimed as hot streaks of semen spurted forth. Tookie smiled and pumped my exploding member as all the erotic tension and frustrations of the day gushed into the air.

Completely spent, I put my clothes on and prepared to leave the clinic. On the way out, Tookie whispered, "I'll just have to write a note for Rachel in your file that you spurted all over the place, you nasty boy!"

The next day Crystal came over to spend the night, and asked for full details about my session with Tookie. I told her all about it, including what Tookie told me about Rachel, and asked how she would have known.

"We all went out for happy hour on Tookie's first day of work, to celebrate," Crystal began. "Rachel got pretty silly after a few drinks, and was very uninhibited. She told us all that she and her husband were having problems, and that a split seemed inevitable. Then she started talking about you, not knowing that you're my boyfriend. I thought it was pretty revealing, although I wasn't upset with her. Lynn was getting a big kick out of it too. Anyway, Rachel went on to say that she has a crush on you, and how she likes to paddle you and scold you for 'nasty thoughts'. She made a lot of other suggestive comments about you and - oh, look at you, rising to the occasion! Anyway, Lynn talked to me the next day and she says that I can't keep my involvement with you secret forever. She doesn't know yet what to do about it, but I have the feeling that everyone will soon know. We can't let that hard-on go to waste, darling. How'd you like to fuck my brains out?"