(F/f From)

The doctor told me that it was a relatively minor procedure but I would

still be in the hospital for four or five days. I was having surgery to

correct a minor bowel problem, nothing serious, but I wanted to get it

out of the way while there was a lull between seasons. I'm a law

student, but I pay my way through school by working as a catalog model.

Catalogs come out all year 'round, but I'm mostly used in spring and

summer catalogs - I'm the healthy, girl-next-door type and I do a lot of

sports clothes, swim suits, summer dresses. I get some work for

fall/winter catalogs too, but I make the bulk of my money on the

spring/summer issues.

I'm tall, dark-haired and olive-skinned. My hair is short now because

it's more convenient. I can wash it, blow dry, and run my fingers

through it and I'm all set for the day. I'm tall, 5'9" and have a good

figure (34c-24-35) and long sleek legs. My legs are my best feature and

I've done some stocking advertisments too. As for the rest of my

background - well, I've been married but it only lasted a year. He

wanted a housewife & kids, I wanted law school and a career.

I went into the hospital on a Monday afternoon. The doctor told me they

do some final tests, prep me, and I'd go down first thing in the morning

for surgery. He warned me not to eat anything after 9 a.m. God, I

thought I'd starve. I arrived at the hospital at 2:00 p.m. and I was

feeling hunger pangs already. I went through the admissions process and

was in my room by 3:30. They drew some blood and took some final x-rays.

Then I settled down with a book and waited.

It was shortly after 7:00 p.m. when a young woman entered the room

pushing a small utility cart. She told me that her name was Kari. "I'm a

student nurse," she explained, "I'm here to prep you for tomorrow. I

need to shave you and give you an enema." I frowned and she grinned. "I

know, it's terrible, but those are my orders." She closed the door and

locked it. "Now we won't have anyone poking their head in at the wrong

time."

I studied her as she positioned the cart and arranged the shaving gear.

She was a redhead with green eyes and freckles and she looked very

young. She had to be at least 19 or 20, but she looked 15 or 16. She was

small and slim, no more than 5'4" and 112 pounds, and you had to look

twice or three times before you realized how pretty she really was. She

took a small basin into the bathroom and filled it with warm water. When

she returned I asked her how old she was. She blushed and said, "I hate

that question! I'm 20. I'm begining my third year of nursing school. And

I know what I'm doing! Any more questions?" I shook my head and tried to

hide my smile. I'd gotten to her and I was satisfied.

I was wearing a nightgown I'd brought from home. She glanced at it and

suggested I change into one of the hospital gowns and then change back

after the operation. I hesitated, but it was a good idea and I nodded

and asked her to get me one. She left and returned in a minute with one

of those awful gowns that tie in the back, but never very well. She went

to refill the basin while I changed and I appreciated her tact. When she

returned she set the basin down and had me lay back with legs spread as

wide. She drew my gown up until I was fully exposed. She clipped my

pubic hair short and then used a washcloth dipped in hot water to soften

the stubble a little. This was followed by a quick application of

shaving cream. All accompanied by a steady stream of chatter designed to

put me at ease. And it worked for the most part.

She took her time and shaved me very carefully and very thoroughly. I

was surprised to find that it was very erotic to be shaved by her. You

can't be modest and be a model, but this was different and I was

uncomfortable when she first pulled my gown up. When she was done

shaving me she washed me with the washcloth. I looked down and saw that

I was as smooth and as bare as I'd been back before puberty. I'd never

shaved completely and found it strangely erotic. She touched my hip with

the tips of my fingers and asked if I wanted to draw my feet up and take

the enema on my back or roll over and pull my knees up under me. I

hesitated and she said it would be better if I was lying face down with

my bottom in the air. I nodded and started to roll over. She stopped me.

"Wait, it will take me a couple of minutes to fill the bag. About 3

quarts for you, I think. The doctor doesn't want to take any chances. He

wants you fully cleaned out."

When she returned with the bag she hung it from a hook on the IV stand

and told me to roll over. I shook my head. "No, I've changed my mind. No

enema!" She frowned and said, "Roll over! You have to have an enema.

Don't make me get tough with you!"

I had to smile, which turned out to be a mistake. She got mad! Really

mad. "Roll over or I'll turn you over my knee and give you a good

spanking!"

I shook my head and told her I'd complain and get her fired. She

chuckled. "Would you really? Complain, I mean? That you wouldn't take an

enema and got spanked by a student nurse? I don't think so. It would be

too embarassing!"

She had a point and I was suddenly scared. With good reason. She grabbed

my hand and applied a hold her brother, a cop, had taught her. Before I

realized it, I was out of bed and being led over to one of the two

chairs in the room. Kari sat down, retaining her grip on my hand. "Reach

up and untie your gown." I shook my head, but she twisted her wrist and

I went up on the tips of my toes to counteract the sudden pain.

"Please.... I'll do it." She eased up and I reached up with my free hand

and untied the gown. It slipped to the floor. A few seconds later I was

lying across her lap. I was stunned. Here I was, a grown woman about to

be spanked like a naughty schoolgirl and by a girl who barely qualified

as an adult!

She told me she was going to spank me until I asked her to stop and give

me the enema. "Not likely," I muttered under my breath. She heard me and

chuckled. "We'll see." Then I felt her shift her weight. She was still

holding my left hand in the 'come-along' grip with her left hand,

pinning it in the small of my back. Her right hand went up and fell -

hard. Smaaaacck! My head came up and I bit my lip to keep silent,

determined not to show how much it hurt. But after five or six hard

blows I was crying. She was merciless. Smaaaaccck! Smaaaacck! I was

sobbing and whimpering, tears streaming down my face. I lost count after

15 or 16. I broke down soon after and turned my head to beg. "Please,

stop! Please! Please give me the enema now." She stopped immediately and

let me up.

I walked back to the bed and lay down on my stomach, drawing my knees up

under my body to elevate my bottom. I had my face turned away from her,

but she stroked my hip gently and told me to turn and face her. I did

and she wiped my tears away with her fingertips. Then I felt her spread

my buttocks with one hand while guiding the enema nozzle with the other.

She slipped the greased nozzle into my anus and pushed it in far enough

so that it wouldn't slip out. Then she released the clip and I felt the

warm soapy water flow into my bowels. Kari stroked my back and bottom

with both hands and talked to me in a low, soothing voice. "That's

better now, isn't it? You're being a good girl. You do want to be a good

girl, don't you? Answer me, Ellen."

I turned my head a little and looked up at her. "Yes, Kari, I want to be

a good girl." And the shocking thing was that it was true. I wanted to

be good. I wanted her to be happy with me. "This is embarassing for you,

isn't it?" I nodded. She smiled, "But you like it, don't you? The

embarassment, I mean. And the loss of control."

I thought about it for a moment and realized that she was right. I did

like it. I'd even liked being spanked. Not while it was happening, but

looking back on it was exciting. And the possibility of being spanked

again was even more exciting. "Yes, Kari, I like it. I like not being in

control. I like having you control me."

She continued to stroke and soothe me until the bag was empty. She

wiggled the nozzle in my ass for a few seconds before removing it. I

moaned with pleasure and turned my head to kiss her hand. She helped me

sit up and I groaned. My belly was rounded as if I was pregnant and I

felt cramped. She ran her hand over my belly and said, "Next time I'll

give you a full gallon!" I moaned. She helped me up and walked me to the

bathroom. She let me sit on the toilet, but told me to hold it until she

gave me permission to expel it. She stood in front of my and stroked my

hair and cheeks. I kissed and licked her hands. "Please, Kari, let me

move my bowels. Please!"

She crouched in front of my and pushed my knees apart. I blushed,

embarassed but also excited. She stroked my thighs and told me how

beautiful they were. She cupped my breasts and fondled them gently,

teasing my nipples erect with her thumbs. I moaned with pleasure.

"Please.... Kari.... let me do it." She shook her head and slid one hand

down across my belly. I moaned and pushed my hips forward as the tips of

her fingers grazed my sex. "Ellen, what do you want?"

I took a deep breath and looked right into her eyes. "I want to be

masturbated. Please...."

She smiled. "When you're clean and back in bed. Expel now."

I closed my eyes, but she pinched me and said, "Look at me while you do

it."

I opened my eyes and stared at her as I pushed. My sphincter relaxed and

the water gushed out of me in a rush. It was so embarassing. So

fantastic! She left me then, telling me to shower and get back into bed.

"I'll come and masturbate you later if you're a good girl." I nodded and

she turned and left. I was adjusting the water in the shower when the

door opened again. It was Kari with my nightgown. She hung it on the

back of the door. "See you in a while." I smiled and stepped into the

shower.

I was dozing when Kari returned about ninety minutes later. She put her

hand on my forehead for a moment and I turned my head toward her, licked

the palm of her hand. She brushed my hair back and asked if I was ok. I

nodded and smiled. "Yes, everything's fine." We chatted for a couple of

minutes and she stroked my forehead and cheeks the whole time.

"Ellen, are you scared about tomorrow?"

"Yes," I whispered. "I know it's a *minor* operation, but it still

scares me." I paused. "But it helps when you're here. I love having you

touch me." Another, longer pause. "Please, will you masturbate me now?"

She smiled and nodded, drawing the sheet down to my knees. I lifted

myself as she pulled my nightgown up around my waist. She stroked my

thighs gently and I opened them for her. "What about after you leave the

hospital?"

I glanced up at her. I hadn't thought about that. But the answer was

simple. I caught her left hand in both of mine and brought it to my

mouth. I kissed the back of her hand and licked the palm. "It's up to

you," I whispered. "I'm yours."

She smiled and leaned to kiss me lightly on the lips. "Don't you forget

it. You belong to me now." And then she straightened up and slipped her

hand between my legs. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the waves of

pleasure that she generated as she teased my clit before slipped two

fingers into my wet, eager pussy. I arched my back and thrust myself

upward as she rubbed my clit with the ball of her thumb while thrusting

two fingers as deep into me as she could. When I started to whimper and

moan she put her left hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds. I came

with a rush and she pressed her hand against my mouth to stifle my

scream of pleasure. God, it was fantastic! Afterward, I licked my pussy

juice from her fingers and loved that too.

The next morning, when I went down to surgery, Kari was there and took

me down herself. In the elevator she showed me a delicate gold ankle

bracelet with a little engraved disk that read "Kari's Slave". I smiled

and asked her to put it on for me. She did. Five days later, when I left

the hospital, Kari was waiting with her car. She settled me in the

passenger seat and drove me home to my new life as her slave.

THE END?