I stopped in a local bar (an upscale place!) for a beer after work. Finding a seat at the bar, I proceeded to have a leisurely drink. After a few minutes, a very suggestively dressed woman sat down beside me.

I did not pay any attention to the lady on the next bar stool even though she was VERY attractive, but she soon struck up a conversation, which included a number of sexual innuendoes. Although I was tempted to egg her on, I mostly listened. She, however, became more explicit in her sexual references. I finally left the bar, but she followed me to the street. Although she never made an offer of "play for pay", the implications were there. Finally, I thought "what the hell" and asked her what she charged. At that point she reached into her purse and pulled out a set of handcuffs, which she promptly clamped on my hands as she arrested me for soliciting sex from a prostitute!!

Needless to say I was shocked. I was hauled off to the police station and formally charged, but I was released on my own cognizance pending trial. I planned to plead innocent on grounds of entrapment; however, before trial, I had a call from the District Attorney's office to warn me that the Judge was very hard on people who were convicted after "wasting the court's time" with a trial. I was advised to plead nolo contendere (no contest, but admitting no guilt).

At the trial, I followed the District Attorney's advice. The Judge sentenced me to 30 days in jail!!! I was flabbergasted!

My whole career could go down the tubes with 30 days off of work! The Judge, however, gave me an option - I could spend two weekends during the month being punished by one of several individuals assigned by the courts. The only real limitations on the punishment were that I would have to take a blood test and a physical examination first to prove I didn't have Aids or other social diseases and that no punishment would be administered which would cause any injury. For example, I could be spanked with a paddle or wide belt, but not with a whip, as that would cause a scar. To protect my career, I had no choice but to accept her offer.

On the first of the two weekends, I showed up at the appointed house on Saturday at 9:00 am with a small bag of toiletries. The arresting officer met me at the door (this looked like a set-up!)

"Do you know exactly why you are here?"

"Yes, to be punished."

"You must do exactly WHAT I tell you, WHEN I tell you without any back talk, or a single phone call will have you in jail for 30 days. Also, you must acknowledge that you are here of your own free will and that you are free to go at any time; although, if you leave, you will be subject to the jail term. Do you agree to these conditions?"

"Yes"

"Then you must sign this statement, which includes a release from any damages."

She took me to a spare bedroom that she said I would use for the night. She did not want me roaming around the house at night, so the door would be locked but if there were an emergency, I could escape through the window. If I needed to piss during the night, there was an old-fashioned chamber pot under the bed.

She then instructed me to remove my clothes and hang them up in the closet, as I would not need them again until I left on Sunday afternoon. As I stood naked before her, she reached for my penis and examined it carefully. While studying my fully erect penis, she asked me some very personal questions about my sexual habits.

She then instructed me to turn around and spread my buttocks. I heard her pull a rubber glove over her hand and saw her coat her finger with Vaseline. I then felt her gently massage my anus and then insert her finger (all the way!).

She then slowly pulled her finger out of my ass and removed the glove. She told me to stand still while she left the room. I heard her turn off the stove (I still wondered what that was all about!). She came back with some plastic ties - the type used to bundle electrical wires. She placed one loosely on each wrist and on each ankle and clipped off the tab that was pulled through the ratchet.

"You look so comfortable without the encumbrance of clothes; I would like you to undress me."

I gently removed her clothes down to her panties at which point she stopped me. She placed my hands over her tits just to show me her nipples had become erect. Then she pulled my hands behind my back and connected the loops around my wrists to each other with another plastic tie. Then I was instructed to remove her panties without using my hands. I could only think of one way to do that! I worked my tongue under the elastic band and grabbed the top of the panties with my teeth and pulled that corner down. I had to repeat this several times, working around the top. As I went down past her pubic hair, the very full bush tickled my cheek. I finally had to grab the crotch with my tongue and teeth and received a slight aroma of urine as well as her feminine odors. As I finally pulled the panties from around her feet, she told me that she would use the panties as a gag if I made any unusual noises during the next two days. She then clipped the band holding my hands behind my back.

She gave me a towel with a design on one side. I was to sit on the towel, design side down, any time I sat down, as she didn't want me to wipe my bottom on her furniture. If I forgot, it would be one smack with a 3-inch leather strap (an old razor strap) the first time, two smacks the second time, etc, to help me remember.

"Now it is time to begin your punishment".

With that comment, we went into the kitchen and she instructed me to adjust the water faucet until it was running water at skin temperature and measure out one and a half pints. She then poured the water into an old-fashioned enema bag and removed a most unusual enema nozzle from the pan of water on the stove where she had been boiling it. The nozzle was slightly more than one inch in diameter with depressions at one-inch intervals along its five-inch length. At the end where it connected to the hose, there was a cross bar so it wouldn't go all the way into the anus. The indentations would keep it from slipping out.

We then went down to the basement recreation room. There were two parallel bars about 3 feet apart. I was then required to bend over the first bar and hold on to the second bar with my hands. She took a couple of the plastic ties to connect the loops around my wrist to the bar so I wouldn't be tempted to stand up. A shallow bucket was located next to the bars.

My anus was still greasy from the finger treatment so she started slowly inserting the enema nozzle, one indentation at a time. She paused after each groove had passed through the sphincter. When it was in all the way, she released the valve on the tubing and the water started to flow in. It felt very good and refreshing at first. Then I began to feel some slight cramps. As the water continued to flow, I began to feel some cramps.

As she regulated the flow, she explained what would happen next. After the enema was complete, I would receive 10 whacks with the razor strap on my bare ass, spaced 30 seconds apart. I had to hold the enema for five minutes, and if I leaked so much as one drop, the whole process would be repeated. What I didn't know was that the enema had been spiked with phospo-soda, the same ingredient that creates such an urge with pre-packaged enemas!!

I finally took all of the liquid inside my bowels, and she SLOWLY pulled out the nozzle, a notch at a time. Then the clock started, and after 30 seconds, the first belt came down hard on my bare ass with a WHACK. I uttered a yell in surprise and was warned that the next outburst would require stuffing my mouth with her panties. The urge to release some of the liquid grew, and with each stoke of the razor strap, it became harder and harder to avoid involuntarily letting some out. Finally at the sixth stroke (three minutes), a little water spurted out and ran down my leg.

"Well, it looks like we do this again," she said, grinning with a devilish grin.” I knew you weren't man enough to hold it. I am surprised, though, that you didn't have to be gagged".

As long as hope of retaining all of the enema fluid was lost, I let out just enough more to relieve most of the pressure (but I still tried to hold as much as I could because I knew I had to clean up the floor after this was over). The other four whacks were delivered with a louder pop (since my behind was now a little wet). After the tenth stroke, she clipped the plastic ties holding my arms to the bar and I squatted over the bucket and relieved myself.

"Feel better?"

"I would if my ass didn't hurt so much."

"Well, I sure am not going to kiss it to make it better; however, even though we have to do this again, since your buttocks are so red, I think I'll wait and repeat it during my poker party tonight. That way we will have an audience and maybe some audience participation."

After I had wiped myself, I emptied the bucket in the toilet and proceeded to scrub the floor on my hands and knees with a strong disinfectant. I ended up scrubbing the whole recreation room floor until it was spotless.

Since I was still pretty messy (some of the liquid had dried on my legs, etc.), I was told to take a shower. While in the shower, she got in also and I washed her all over. After we dried, she led me to her bedroom.

"Kiss my neck, my ears and then my tits -- gently suck my nipples." Needless to say, I did as I was told.

"Now kiss my ass - I want to feel you to rim my asshole with your tongue."

“Press your tongue hard against the hole.”

As I complied with her commands, a small fart hit me in face, and I instinctively pulled back.

“When I want you to move, I’ll tell you. Next time you pull back, you’ll be punished.”

When she finally tired of anilingus, she sent me to the bathroom to wash my mouth with a strong mouthwash.

“I don’t want e-coli in my vagina!”

“Now kiss my cunt,” she said after I had washed up.

After her shower there was only a delicate feminine odor still there. I massaged her somewhat engorged clitoris with my tongue, and also worked my tongue into her vagina. She began to respond with popping noises as the vagina expanded and contracted.

"Make me climax."-I did.

I was very much aroused at this time. The shower had taken the sting from my buttocks, and I had forgotten that vicious spanking. She told me, however, that I was not allowed to ejaculate without her specific permission; maybe if I were good, she would let me come later that evening. She told me that if I ejaculated without her permission, I would be punished again.

After supper, I was still naked, but she put some clothes on for her company. Just before the other four women came to play cards, she put an apron on me, which covered most of my front.

"Some of my guests might be distracted by your penis."

My job was to serve the drinks and refreshments and I was to jump when I was called. Every once in a while when serving the table, a guest would peek under my apron. I was so preoccupied with doing a good job at serving, I forgot to put my towel on the chair when I sat. Immediately, she got up and went for the strap.

"Bend over" Whack - I let out a yell. The other four women laughed - this was great fun for them.

"Remember what I said about outbursts - next time, the gag".

Toward the end of the evening, I was told to prepare for my repeat enema. We were in the basement recreation room, and I was told to remove the apron and stand completely nude in front of the five fully dressed women. Then I was again bent over the two parallel bars and restrained. Each of the five women was given a rubber glove and there were two syringes with feminine douche nozzles. Each would then lubricate my asshole with her finger and then insert and squeeze a syringe while the other syringe was being refilled. It seemed like each one in turn was slower and more deliberate than the last. I was ready to explode before the spanking started.

Each woman would take turns administering the spanking, with two swats of the belt each. With the first stroke of the razor strap, however, I let out an inadvertent yell. So came the promised panties as a gag. The crotch portion of the panties was stuffed into my mouth first. The gag, which was left from earlier that day, contained typical feminine odors. In a strange way, these unusual odors and tastes turned me on, and my fully erect cock, which was hanging unrestrained between the two bars, leaked some pre-coital fluid.

It was hard to tell which of the five women had the hardest stroke! I jerked at each one. They were clearly competing among themselves to see who could leave the reddest mark. Some of the strokes were across my buttocks; others struck my thighs. If it hadn't been for the gag, I probably would have yelled. As it was, I squeezed my ass tightly at each stroke to hold the fluid pressing in my bowels; but this time, to the disappointment of the audience, I succeeded. After the five minutes (and ten strokes) were up, I was released, and humiliated by the five women standing around, I squatted on the bucket, and with a big sigh of relief, let go.

After the party was over, I cleaned up, washed dishes, and then was told to prepare for bed. She noted that she told me earlier that she would let me obtain sexual relief before the day was over.

"First, you must bring me to climax again. You can use any combination of methods you want, mouth, fingers, etc."

I started by kissing her neck, and working down her sensuous body gently. I kissed down her arms, inside her elbows, under her arms etc. When I got to her tits, I ran my tongue around her very erect nipples. Then I gently kissed my way down her back, behind her knees, her feet, and back up inside her legs and thighs. I tickled her abdomen with my tongue, and finally, after she was almost in a frenzy, got to the tiny, but shiny and moist red clitoris. Her very moist cunt now had a strong odor that really turned me on! She asked me to pull a rubber glove out of the drawer of the bedside table, lubricate my finger and massage HER asshole. While licking her clitoris, I worked my finger up her ass and my thumb into her dripping vagina. She almost exploded with ecstasy!!

After that was over, she gently massaged my buttocks (still a bit sore). Then she went to work on my penis, tickling and teasing it. She ran her finger gently around the rim and stroked it softly. After she started the up and down motions, seminal fluid squirted all over my abdomen, and we both lay exhausted for a few minutes. She then locked me in and we both slept well. I wondered what the next day would bring.

The next morning, I used the chamber pot to relieve myself. Soon after, she opened the door and instructed me to bring the pot to the bathroom. She then fitted me with a pair of diving goggles and told me to lie down in the tub where she closed the drain. After pouring my still warm urine over my naked body, she squatted in the tub and let herself go. The warm yellow liquid spurting from her urethra splashed over my body and a little splashed on my face. I was glad to remember that, unless there is some infection, urine is essentially sterile.

Lying in a pool of piss, I was surprised to see her sit on the edge of the tub with her butt hanging over my chest. Then I saw why – the anal opening began to stretch as a brown turd began to appear. It, and a successor, fell on my chest. That, however, wasn’t all. She got two enema bags, both filled with warm water. Each was fitted with a well lubricated, larger than normal, nozzle. She inserted one nozzle into my asshole and handed me the other. As she repositioned her butt over my chest, I inserted the second nozzle into her rectum. She started the flow into both of us.

As we both filled up, she stopped the flow. I removed her nozzle and was greeted by a flood of warm, brown water. After she was completely drained, she removed my nozzle and allowed me to spew out the contents of my large intestine. So there I lay, for what seemed to be a very long time, in a tub of unpleasant contents.

After draining the tub, I was allowed to wash thoroughly and we both still naked sat down for breakfast.

“After you satisfy me one more time, you can go.”

So we went back to her bedroom. There she produced a rectal vibrator, which had a T-shaped bar at the end. She lubricated the vibrator, shoved it into my asshole, and taped it in so it wouldn’t slide out.

“As I increase the vibrator intensity with my controller, you must increase the intensity of whatever you are doing.”

With that I started the routine of kissing every inch of her body. As I reached the buttocks and the anal region, the vibrations increased. My mouth was firmly planted over that rosebud opening as there was a medium sized fart, but I didn’t flinch.

After washing my mouth with mouthwash, the vibrator controlled my actions during cunninglingus, during which we used a “69” position. As I massaged her pulsing clit with my tongue, the vibrator was at maximum intensity. As she reached her climax, she gently massaged my erect cock and a spurt of seminal fluid erupted and fell between her tits.

As promised, she let me go after this escapade. I wondered what the next weekend would bring.