A few weeks into the existence of the new clinic, I made an appointment with Stacy for a Colonic Discipline session. I knew it would be intense, interesting, and sensuous.

My heart fluttered as Stacy led me back to the session room. The first thing I noticed was that she had an imposing presence. Her gaze was penetrating, and she had a quiet, dominant demeanor. Her vibes told me that she was deeply sensuous.

She didn't tell me to get undressed. Instead she picked up a hairbrush and seated herself in the center of the room.

"Loosen your jeans."

She tugged my trousers and briefs down just enough to bare my bottom, and motioned for me to get across her lap. Then she thoroughly paddled me with the hairbrush, delivering two swats on one side, then two swats on the other side, alternating that way with a steady cadence. I tried my best to be still and quiet, but her manner of administering a spanking had me squirming and kicking after a short while. Also I could not help giving an anguished exclamation every few swats. As much as it hurt, and no matter what I did, I knew that she wasn't going to stop until SHE decided to stop.

My bare bottom felt incandescent when Stacy finally stopped paddling and told me to get up.

"Now bend over that table and I'll check your prostate."

Still clothed except for my freshly paddled bare bottom, I did as she directed. I heard the sound of Nurse Stacy snapping on a disposable glove. A moment later she inserted a lubricated finger inside me and probed around. I squirmed when she pressed hard against my prostate. It also felt good.

She pulled out and removed the glove. "Stand up and turn around."

She got a paper towel and wiped the prostatic fluid that seeped from my cock. Then she sensuously milked the backlog of fluid as I became erect in her hand.

"Okay, enough of that. Turn around and bend over the table again. I'm going to strap you. You are to stay bent over."

Nurse Stacy picked up a tawse and got directly behind me. She whipped the strap in an alternating forehand-backhand manner. This kind of strapping is especially effective since the strap places its hot kiss on the sides of the nether cheeks where the skin is more tender.

My jeans dropped down to my knees as I kicked and squirmed. Every swipe of the strap brought forth a loud "Aaaaah!" from me. I struggled to stay bent over, as I did not want to experience the consequences of getting out of position.

When I thought I could take no more without standing up, Stacy stopped strapping and came over to me. I stayed bent over at the waist while she sensuously handled my cock and testicles, and brought me to an erect state in a few moments. Then she felt my well strapped bottom with her hands, and then remarked, "No... you still should have more. Stay where you are."

While she continued to strap me I used all my resolve to stay bent over. I still kicked, squirmed, and yelled all through the very severe strapping.

When at long last she stopped, she told me to take my clothes off and get up on the table on my hands and knees. She donned a disposable glove on one hand, and while she slowly and thoroughly lubricated me for my forthcoming enema, she just as meticulously manipulated my cock until it was ragingly erect and seeping pre-cum.

Thus prepared, I waited as she fixed a two and a half quart soapsuds enema and attached an inflatable retention nozzle. I felt full when she inflated it. The sudsy solution sprayed against my prostate and kept me in a state of arousal, even as the enema filled me to an uncomfortable degree. Nurse Stacy was indeed skilled in the art of sensual administration of the enema.

When all the enema was inside me, Stacy told me to lie on my back to retain it. She constantly touched me with her hands during the retention period. I noticed aroused and sensual eyes behind her stern no-nonsense visage.

Several times during the retention a cramp gripped my insides. "OH! Oh, Nurse Stacy!" I exclaimed. The slightest smile appeared on her face and after a few seconds the pain subsided.

I squirmed in pleasure when her expert hands fondled and stroked my testicles and cock. She seemed to take pleasure in my aroused sigh when my cock swelled in her hand, wanting to do what was natural.

I got rid of the enema and it was back up on the table on my hands and knees for the high enema. Before she prepared the four quart solution, Stacy teased me just this side of ejaculation a couple of times.

She lubricated the colon tube and inserted it. As the enema solution spurted from its tip, she snaked the tube far up inside me. It kept filling me as she pushed, and I felt a sensual glow radiate from my insides. When the four quarts were inside me, I felt very full, but it was not unpleasant.

Over the next ten minutes, Stacy slowly and deliberately teased my testicles and raging cock and kept me just this side of cumming. I sighed; I groaned; I called her name.

After this extensive teasing, she then brought me over the edge. The intense pressure from the fullness of the four quarts inside me, combined with the feel of her expert hands and her relentless teasing, resulted in an orgasm of an intensity that I have seldom experienced. This was no ordinary hand-job, no ordinary ejaculation. The orgasm seemed to originate from everywhere the enema was present inside me. I writhed and exclaimed incoherently while I copiously spurted on the examination table.

I was totally spent. Nurse Stacy slowly withdrew the entire length of the colon tube and sent me to get rid of the huge enema inside me. A half hour later I showered and dressed.

Before we left the room she kissed me and said that next time it may be even more fun.