I crawled as fast as I could around the room picking each ping pong ball up in my mouth and carrying it back to the bucket. She was right about the clothespins on my nipples, they did sway and tug as I crawled. I was beginning to have waves of contractions as my bowel attempted to expel the little enema I was holding and the ice in my ass was creating its own painful discomforts.

“48. . .49. . .50” the regal woman intoned slowly as I dropped the last ball into the bucket. “You may crawl to the bathroom and use the toilet to relieve yourself, there is a package of wet wipes on the back of the toilet, be sure that you are clean when you crawl back to this spot,” she commanded.

I was delighted to be able to finally expel that horrible little enema and to have a moment of privacy to do so. The door was open so I could hear the Dominatrix in the next room moving things around. I could only guess what horrors awaited me when I was finished. I remembered her little speech as she squirted the little enema into my rectum. Enemas for discipline and for punishment. I was fairly sure I would have to endure the former and promised myself that I would not ever require punishment, but something made me suspect it would be unavoidable.

“Kat come in here,” I heard the Dominatrix call. Who could she be calling to. Certainly not me, were we not alone? What was going on? I hastened to finish my business. I wiped and flushed.

“You may crawl back in here, I have a surprise for you,” the Dominitrix called from the main room. As I crawled through the doorway, I looked up. Two things were immediately apparent, there was a second woman in the room and a large piece of furniture resembling a saw horse had been moved away from the wall and stood next to my new Dominatirx and her companion.

“I want you here,” she pointed with her crop, “eyes down until I tell you to look up.” My pulse leapt as I crawled across the room to the spot at her feet she had indicated.

“Kneel up and look at me,” she commanded. “ I want you to meet my personal servant. This is Kat, and you may address as Miss Kat or as simply Miss, but never just Kat.” Is that clear.

I nodded, “speak,” “Yes M’Lady that is clear.” My voice wavered and cracked. Kat laughed.

She looked younger than the Dominatrix. She had short blond hair and a bemused look on her face. She was a big woman with a full featured figure. She was wearing a semi transparent gown and a loose robe of the same semi transparent material. Where the robe and the gown both covered her the skin under was fully concealed. But where the gown only covered her, I could see her feminine charms fairly well. Her breasts were large but the nipples were covered by the robe. She appeared not to be wearing anything at all under the gown and her bush was partially concealed by the gown but still evident. I liked what I saw and it must have showed on my face.

“M’Lady, make him stop,” Kat spoke.

“Eyes down,” the Dominatrix commanded and I quickly dropped my gaze to the floor. Suddenly her crop descended on my right nipple. Well more precisely on the clothespin that was firmly clamped to my right nipple. It went flying and an intense pain flooded into my nipple. I gasped. She quickly hit the left one also and this time I whimpered. “Let that teach you about dirty thoughts.”

As if nothing had happened the Dominatrix continued, “As I said, Kat is my personal servant. She lives here with me, she does my cooking and cleaning. When I desire the comfort of a woman, she services my desires. On days like today however, she assists me in the orientation and training of my new slaves. That would be you. Kat is going to take over for me now, I have other business to attend to. You are to obey her as you would me. She is a very capable trainer of worms such as yourself and I trust her completely. You are not to touch her or look at her without being told to do so. See that you obey her, I will be looking in from time to time to be sure.”

“He has earned 50 with the leather paddle,” the Dominatrix now addressed herself to Kat. “You may give him the first 10 here on the horse and then take him upstairs and get him oriented to our discipline methods. He is to get ten more in each hold period, do not mark him, I want that privilege for myself.”

“Yes, M’Lady,” Kat responded and the grand lady swept from the room.

“Look at me, but keep that nasty look off your face, I am not your sexual plaything,” Kat commanded. I looked up to see her holding the red leather paddle the Dominatrix had used on me. The three swats I had already received from the paddle had hurt more than a little. I did not know if I could endure 10 let alone 50 and what were “hold periods” anyway.

Kat’s voice pulled me back to the present.” This is a spanking horse,” she pointed with the paddle. “It has many uses besides spanking, but that is what I intend to use it for now. You are to stand on the small stool in order to mount the horse. You lie down on the length of its padded top with your legs between the legs of the horse. Your pubic bone should be on the very end of the pad, I want your ridiculous cock and balls to dangle and your ass off the horse. When you are in proper position, I will remove the stool. Your feet will not be able to reach the ground. This will let your butt cheeks hang loosely for the paddle. This position will both heighten your pain and help prevent bruising as M’Lady commanded. Well what are you waiting for, mount up!” she nearly shouted at me as she concluded.

I stood on my shaking legs, stepped up onto the stool and lay down on the length of the horse as she had described. “Further forward,” she commanded, “I want the end of the padding pressed hard against the base of your cock.” I scooted further forward as directed. “Okay,” she said, “take your weight off your feet.” I shifted and she moved the stool. Now my legs were dangling as were my cock and balls. This was not especially comfortable. I heard her move behind me and slightly to one side.

“Do not move, do not attempt to cover up. If you can not maintain position, you will be restrained,” she spoke quietly.

Smack, Smack Smack the paddle landed three times in rapid succession. “Ow!” I cried out.

“Shut up,” Kat commanded

SMACK! she hit me harder.

A tear sprang to my eye and I fought with my mind to maintain my position. I had never experienced such pain.

“You only have six more,” Kat spoke soothingly and then laughed.

Smack, Smack, Smack three more in quick succession. I gasped for breath and squirmed on the top of the horse.

“Don’t move!” Smack, Smack, SMACK! The room was silent except for my ragged breathing.

Kat moved the stool under my feet, “ Stand and dismount, no rubbing,” she commanded.

I stood on my shaking legs and stepped off the stool onto the floor. My ass was on fire and I had to stop myself from rubbing. I looked toward Kat.

“Eyes down!’ she commanded. I lowered my gaze. “We are now going to proceed upstairs and you will be given an introductory disciplinary session. Disciplinary sessions are intended to teach you to obey without question or hesitation. You will find parts of this session difficult to bear and part will be down right painful. None of this will be as difficult to bear or as painful as a punishment session. Try to remember that. Now follow me.”

Kat walked calmly to the stairway and began to ascend. I followed. Despite my submissive tendencies, I am a red blooded heterosexual and I was watching the swaying of her ample butt as she climbed the stairs. Just as I heard the Dominatrix approach the bottom of the stairs, Kat whirled and caught me staring at her ass.

“He’s checking out my ass, M’Lady,” she called to the woman at the foot of the stairs, “permission to upgrade him to a punishment session?” I quickly lowered my gaze and my heart leapt into my throat.

“Denied,” I heard from below. “But you may soap him.”

I was relieved but had no idea what that meant. Kat turned and continued up the stairs and I followed, this time with my eyes firmly lowered. The fire in my ass was subsiding but I remembered I still had 40 coming and I could clearly see the paddle in Kat’s hand.

“In here,” she said as we entered a very large bathroom. There was a large free standing sink, a claw foot bathtub also free standing and a toilet. Everything was white and sterile looking. The walls were tiled up to about waist height and some white cabinets hung on one wall near the sink. There was a large floor drain in the center of the room and a hose coiled next to the sink led me to believe the whole room could be hosed down if needed. The other walls had solid looking rings mounted above the tiling at various heights and in one corner stood a rolling IV stand. The floor under my feet was slightly warm to the touch. As I approached the middle of the room Kat spoke.

“Turn around and face the doorway,” she commanded. I was surprised to see that the Dominatrix had followed us up the stairs and was regarding me cooly from the doorway.

She spoke, “You will remember when I gave you your Fleet enema that I told you that I use enemas both as a form of punishment and for teaching discipline. I also combine corporal punishment with enemas for both types of sessions. Today will be a discipline session for you. However an element of punishment will be added and you will be soaped. Kat will explain that later. First you are going to get another ten from the paddle. Then Kat is going to give you a series of three enemas. Disciplinary and punishment enemas are always given in a series of three, with punishment sessions featuring up to three sets for a total of nine. Trust me, that is an ordeal you should avoid. The Fleet you had earlier should have cleaned you out. My standard disciplinary session begins with one quart of soapy water. This is given for the dual purpose of cleaning you out further for the larger volumes to come and also to increase the disciplinary aspect of holding your enema until told to release. Your first one will be given with you sitting on the toilet just in case you are unable to hold it. After you have released the first one, you will visit the paddle again for ten, that will make 30 of the 50 you earned. Your second enema will be one quart of clear water designed to rinse the soap residue from your bowel. The presence of that soap residue will however continue to cause cramping as your bowel attempts to expel it. I usually require that you hold the second one long enough for 10 more from the paddle. But that will be up to Kat. If you must expel your second one before Kat can administer the required paddling, you will get the full ten after you expel as with the first one. Your third enema will be two quarts of clear water. This will provide a final rinse and a hint of the increased volumes you will experience in future sessions. You will be required to hold your final enema until you have received your last 10 from the paddle. All of your enemas today will be administered with a standard feminine douche nozzle. We have other nozzles, some are quite large and some have features that force retention. We will use one of those if necessary. I warn you do not leak, do not get your water on my floor and do not release before Kat tells you to do so. If you fail at any time to hold your water, we go back to the beginning and start again. If you must expel before Kat tells you to, you are to ask permission and follow her instructions. There will be no penalties today for asking to release early, but there will be in future sessions. The penalty for asking to release early is always less severe that for an accidental release. This process is intended to teach you obedience and discipline. I expect your capacities to expand and your ability to hold to increase. Kat, you may proceed.” Once again the regal lady swirled out of sight.

Kat approached me from behind and placed her arms around me. She felt really nice as she pressed her large breasts against my back. Her nipples were stiff and she was slightly grinding herself against my butt. Mr. Happy began to stir and stiffen in response to her movements when she suddenly pinched my right nipple. “Ahhh!” I gasped, surprised at the sudden pressure and at how tender it was from the earlier clamping of the clothespin. She released my nipple and stepped away from me in one motion. Mr. Happy was now fully erect and throbbing.

I could hear paper being crumpled behind me and sensed Kat approaching. This time she stepped in front of me. She ignored Mr. Happy and looked me in the eye. “I get to soap you now because you were checking out my ass earlier,” she was smiling. She raised her hand and I could see she held a white bar of soap. “Ivory,” she said. She disappeared behind me again and said. “Turn around.”

I turned around. Kat had walked to the sink. She opened the cabinet above and removed a large pitcher. She turned on the water and filled the pitcher up to the one quart line. She dropped the soap bar into it and then reached in to swirl it around. The clear water quickly turned milky white as she turned the soap bar over in her hand under water several times. Before long bubbles formed along the sides of the pitcher. Next she took a yellow latex bag with a long white hose attached from the cabinet and screwed a white fluted douche nozzle on to the end of the hose. She poured the soapy mixture into it and carried it over to the IV stand and hung it there, she put the nozzle into the top of the bag and submerged it deep enough that it stayed in the bag. She pulled the IV stand with the half full bag hanging from it over to the sink and left it there. She picked up the soap bar and the paddle and approached me.

“Soap in your first enema is standard procedure, but this is not,” she said as she raised the soap bar. “Open your mouth.” I couldn't believe what I had heard. “Open” she demanded.

I opened my mouth and she pushed the soap bar into it. “Bite” she said and I closed my jaws. “We call this being soaped,” she explained. “You are to hold that in your mouth through your paddling and first enema.” As she spoke, I tried to suppress a gagging reflex, It tasted awful and had a slight sting to it. While I was adjusting to the soap in my mouth, she moved behind me. She stroked my back and then pressed her boobs up against me again. She whispered in my ear.

“Bend over, I want your ankles together and your hands as near your ankles as you can get them.”

I bent and could not keep saliva and soap from running out of my mouth. She laughed.

SMACK! “That’s one,” she announced, “nine more to go.”

The first one had really hurt and startled me. She delivered the second one with less force and the other eight were lighter too. That is not to say it did not hurt, it did, a lot. She used the paddle skillfully to build a crescendo of agony as I slobbered, drooled and whimpered.

SMACK! the tenth was very hard, she nearly knocked me over. “Stand up,” she commanded, “no rubbing” I slowly straightened up. Soap and saliva ran down my chin, Mr. Happy was shriveled up and retracted and my ass was on fire. I gagged.

She walked over and took the soap from my mouth. “That seems to be enough of that,” she said, “let that remind you to keep your eyes to yourself and your dirty thoughts somewhere else.” She threw the soap in the sink and handed me a towel “Clean yourself up,” she said.

“Then go and sit on the toilet.”

I wiped my face and slowly walked over to the toilet. It hurt to sit but was a relief to my shaking legs to rest them. Kat pulled the IV stand over next to me and retrieved the nozzle from the neck of the bag. She held it up in front of my face and said “Hold this right here.”

I was holding this bright white fluted douche nozzle at eye level right in front of my face. Knowing it was soon to be pushed up my ass to cause me more discomfort, I could only sit and stare. Kat returned with a tube of KY. She took her robe off and hung it on the IV stand next to the bag, leaving herself partially visible to my gaze had I chosen to look. I quickly looked down.

“Good idea,” she said. She took the nozzle from me and put a generous glob of lube on it. “Lean forward,” she commanded. I leaned over and waited. She bent over me, resting those magnificent boobs on my back one more time and then I felt the nozzle at my opening. She rubbed the head of it gently up and down my brown pucker a couple of times and then with one smooth stroke, she pushed the entire length up inside me. It did not hurt, but it did not feel good either, Mr. Happy stirred gently and I felt a deep sense of violation and submission. I sighed as she straightened herself and clicked the stop valve open.

I couldn’t actually feel much. “It is only a quart, you are to take it all. I will remove the nozzle when the bag is empty. I expect you to take this and hold it until I tell you to release. You are sitting on the toilet so if you leak or release early it will not matter much, but you had better for your sake make every effort not to.”

Now I felt something, I felt like I had to GO! I consciously clamped hard and groaned as the pressure quickly built. Just as suddenly as it had started the urge passed.

“Pant like a dog.” she commanded. That helped and soon she closed and stop clamp and leaned over me. The nozzle slid smoothly out and she straightened and rolled the stand and bag over to the sink. She came back to the toilet and stood in front of me.

“Sit up, “ she said. “Now put your arms around my waist and don’t you even think of fondling my butt.” I did as directed and buried my face in her ample belly. Almost immediately another wave of pressure and pain gave me the strong urge to evacuate. I whimpered my discomfort.

“Hold it,” she commanded. I clamped and panted but this time it did not help.

“Oh, please,” I cried.

“Hold it,”

“I can’t hold this, please, let me go,” I was begging.

“You may release,” she said and I clung to her in total submission as the water gushed from my backside.

“Let me go,”: she commanded. I dropped my arms to my lap and just sat exhausted on the toilet.

“Use the paper to clean yourself up when you are finished and flush your mess. I will be back shortly for round two.”