Every year the little village of Millbrae held a lottery. All the females of the village over the age of 18 and under the age of 50 dutifully wrote their names, in perfect, precise penmanship on a small scrap of paper and dropped it into the pink box. All the males over the age of 21 and under the age of 60 scrawled their names on paper and jostled each other as they stuffed the blue box with their offerings.

Although the lottery had occurred every year for the last hundred years, the men of the village knew that without the co-operation of the ladies of the village, the lottery would have ended soon after it had begun. But the ladies of the village were a wise lot and knew that one women's humiliation on one day of the year provided all the women with a full year of almost god-like reverence. Each had agreed that they would suffer the indignity of the lottery for the good of all. And so the lottery had continued, unchanged, through out the years.

The men of the village, had kept to their part of the bargain, struck so long ago, and had behaved as perfect gentlemen for 364 days of the year, it was only on lottery day that all their passions rose to the surface like high tide during hurricane season. For on this one day, a small piece of paper was pulled from the blue box, the man whose name was inscribed upon it would practically float up to the grandstand and smile and wave to all the disappointed men standing below him. Their reaction

was always the same, some cursing, some cat calls, but they all eventually began to applaud and call out suggestions for the winner.

The reaction from the women of the village remained the same year after year.... complete silence. As the lucky man jaunted up to the grandstand and began to wave to the crowd, they stood silent, and as the small scrap of paper was pulled from the pink box and the name was read out loud, they quietly moved aside, allowing the lady who belonged to the name to move through them and up to the grandstand, where she would stand silent, her head held high.

This year the lottery was held as always and the lucky man strode to the grandstand. His name was Carl Anderson, he was tall and quiet. He merely smiled sheepishly to the adoring men below. He was in his forties, married with children, but none of that mattered on this day. The lady who stood by him on the grandstand was called Lydia Robinson, she was single and twenty-one years old. The men in the audience hooted and whistled, the women stood quietly, trying to catch Lydia's eyes and give

her strength for what was soon to come.

Mayor Wilson grinned wide before finally pounding upon the dais with his wooden gavel... "Ladies and Gentlemen, Carl has announced that he would like to give young Lydia a complete examination today!!", he exclaimed in excitement.

The assembled men hooted and howled and began to punch each other, their faces split with wide grins. The women nodded to each other knowingly.... "The examination" was a common demand. Lydia would have to obey whatever Carl demanded today, but she would have to do so in public, while the entire village watched, as the rules of the lottery commanded. This was the price the women of the tiny village had agreed to.

That evening at precisely 6:00 pm, the grandstand was lit with bright lights. Instead of a bare country grandstand, it had been transformed into a doctors office, complete with an exam table and counters and cabinets. No detail was left undone. The only difference was that one entire wall was missing, so that the village people could watch in rapt attention as Dr. Carl gave young Lydia her "exam".

Carl stood on stage, dressed in a white doctor's coat, still smiling sheepishly. He called out to Lydia, who was behind the screen towards the back of the stage. Lydia took a deep breath and a last, small swig of whisky from the bottle that some thoughtful lady had stashed there for her use, she tossed the empty bottle on the floor then stepped out into the full view of the assembled villagers. At Carl's request, she wore only a pink hospital gown and a pair of white cotton panties. Upon her arrival the men of the village erupted in applause and whistles and cat calls, it took almost ten minutes for them to quiet down so the

drama could begin.

Carl asked Lydia to sit upon the exam table and he made a show of placing the ends of the stethoscope in his ears, as a young boy he had thought of becoming a doctor or an actor, in reality he had become a long haul truck driver, but he was comfortable on stage and began to get into it. He gently pulled down the hospital gown to expose Lydia's breasts for all to see and placed the other end of the stethoscope between her pert, round globes. Old man Whitherspoon, who had just turned 81 last summer, quietly slipped off his chair and hit the ground, clutching his chest. He was carried off by two volunteer firemen who stood by the edges of the audience for just such an emergency. His funeral was held several days later before a much smaller audience.

As Carl bade Lydia to lay down and he began to "examine" her breasts, the male half of the audience began to get deathly quiet, except for the sound of many zippers being drawn down. Carl took his time kneading each of Lydia's young breasts, pinching and pulling at each of her hard nipples. Lydia obeyed his every instruction and lay still as her nipples began to react to Carl's gentle manipulation. She had always thought Carl a handsome man, and was not entirely displeased when her name had

been called and she had stood next to him on the grandstand.

Carolyn McPhearson, sixty-eight, and owner of the village grocery store also admired Carl's tall good looks, but she was glad it wasn't her breasts that were on display now. She had lost the war with gravity many years ago, none-the-less, she discreetly reached up and fondled her left breast, her eyes glued to young Carl.

Carl removed the stethoscope and tossed it onto the counter before picking up the rectal thermometer. He began to shake it down vigorously. The audience watched his every move, glancing only occasionally over at Lydia, who they knew would soon be the recipient of the small, thin, glass tube. Lydia for her part, sat calmly, blushing only slightly, the whisky was beginning to kick in.

Mayor Wilson began to rub his crotch as Lydia obediently rolled over onto her stomach and held still as Carl tugged her white, cotton panties down to her knees, exposing her round, supple buttocks to her fellow villagers. Mayor Wilson was an "ass man", he absolutely loved young ladies bottoms and frequently imagined some young, nubile, high school student laying across his lap, skirt flipped up, panties pulled down, crying, as he paddled her bottom until it was bright red.

Carl dipped the rectal thermometer into the open jar of vaseline then brought it close to Lydia's exposed bottom. He reached out with his left hand and spread her cheeks apart then softly inserted the glass tube into her rectum. Lydia sighed and closed her eyes and lay still while Carl took her temperature. Carl made sure to hold the thermometer securely in Lydia's rectum, the last inch held tightly between his fingers as his palm rested on her white bottom.

Cathy Michealson groaned quietly and reached her hand down into her panties and began to rub her clitoris as Carl took Lydia's temperature. Cathy was only seventeen and still went to a pediatrician. She could still remember her last trip and how she had climaxed for the first time as the doctor had slid that cold glass tube into her bottom. She had relived that day every night in her dreams.

Carl helped Lydia slip off the white, cotton panties and then ordered her down to the end of the table where he placed her feet in the metal stirrups. Carl snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and sat down on the stool between her spread legs. He glanced out over the audience and winked, before picking up the tube of k-jelly and greasing up his right index finger. He slid his large finger deep into Lydia's warm vagina and began to swish it around. Lydia lifted her hips a bit and scrunched down just a bit farther.

Tom Nixon, the local mailman, gripped his penis tightly and began to masturbate with new fury. He came as Carl seemed to wink at him, then promptly fell asleep.

Carl pulled his finger free of Lydia's vagina and stripped off the rubber glove. He quickly pulled on a new one and relubed. This time he aimed his finger at her spread little anus. It seemed to smile at him and his finger. Lydia only moaned and scrunched down farther still as Carl's large slippery finger entered her bottom.

Grace Thompson glanced to her left at Kelly Lamuska. Kelly's eyes were glued to the stage, yet she was squirming in her seat as if she had a bad case of hemorrhoids. Only when Kelly began to moan out loud with wild abandon did Grace reach out and slap her hand over Kelly's mouth, smothering whatever expletives Kelly was trying to spew forth for all the world to hear.

Carl finished lubricating young Lydia's rectum, then withdrew his finger. Lydia sighed audibly as he retreated. He went to the sink and assembled the enema bag, hose and hard plastic nozzle. He filled the red bag with warm water and a little soap, letting a little flow out before clamping the hose tight. He hung it on the IV stand and rolled it towards the front of the stage before bringing the large wooden chair up and placing it next to the IV stand.

Lydia staggered just a little as Carl removed her feet from the stirrups and helped her down off the exam table. She leaned on his arm as he guided her to the front of the stage, next to the wooden chair. Her eyes gazed upon the IV stand and enema bag hanging from it. She gasped quietly as Carl undid the back of the hospital gown and removed it from her entirely, leaving her to stand completely naked in front of her friends and family and fellow villagers. She instinctively wrapped one arm around her breasts and reached her other down trying to cover her groin. This left her naked bottom in full view of the audience and the

men whistled their appreciation. Several women in the audience smiled to themselves wishing they were about to go across Carl's lap for a warm filling... audience or not.

Kevin Connerly, the grocery store clerk, was sitting on the edge of his chair, his pants down around his ankles, his penis growing in his hands. He had made sure to arrive early and was sitting in the first row. Lydia was only a couple of feet from his nose. He could almost smell the musty scent of her wet pussy. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He forgot the rules for a moment and reached one of his hands up towards Lydia. Raymond Bothwell, the town banker, who was seated next to him, grabbed his hand and jerked it back.... "Keep your hands to yourself Kevin!, You know the rules!!"... Kevin blushed and dropped his hand down. The rules of the lottery were painfully simple. The winning male could command the "winning" female to do as he bid. All activity was to take place on stage for all the villagers to witness. Those in the audience could behave in any way they wanted..... as long as they stayed in their seats and kept their hands to themselves.

Carl sat down in the wooden chair and drew Lydia closer to him. He ran his hand up the back of her legs and buttocks, playfully smacking her bottom until she stood next to his right leg. He reached up and gripped her around her waist then bent her down and across his lap. He continued to arrange her until he was satisfied with her position. Her head hung down over his left leg, her hands resting upon the wooden stage, her pretty little bottom rested on his right leg, her legs stretched out and

down to his right, her toes just touching the floor.

Lydia lay across Carl's lap. Even the small amount of whiskey she had consumed could not blur the fact that she was as naked as the day she was born about to be given an enema in front of everyone she had ever known. A small tear slipped down her face and dropped silently onto the wooden floor beneath her. She tried to hold her emotions in check, but when Carl began to spank her for real, she began to cry like a baby.

Carl paddled Lydia's bottom, smacking each round cheek in turn until her bottom was a bright red and Lydia was crying like a little girl. Only then did he stop and begin to massage her bottom until she had calmed down a little. He gently pulled her left leg towards him and pushed her right leg away so that her legs were spread wide open. He reached over and grasped the enema nozzle and brought it towards Lydia's anus. Carl grasped Lydia's waist tightly, then pushed the enema nozzle deep into Lydia's rectum

Lydia's head snapped up and she cried out as the hard plastic enema nozzle entered her rectum. The audience oohed and aaahed as the enema nozzle traveled farther up her little bottom. The men gazed openly upon Lydia's naked body and wished they were Carl. The women glanced through half open eyes and imagined themselves as Lydia, lying naked over Carl's lap, the cold hard nozzle impaling their backsides, waiting for the warm enema to flow as their neighbors looked on.

Sheila Torres, forty-eight, the town librarian, feinted soon after Carl had begun spanking young Lydia, she came to as Carl had driven the enema nozzle into Lydia's spread cheeks and promptly feinted again. She continued to come in and out of consciousness for the rest of the evening, but nobody seemed to notice, librarians are a quiet lot.

Carl reached up and unclamped the enema hose and watched as it stiffened and Lydia began to react to the warm water flowing down and into her backside. He reached out and smacked Lydia's bottom as she began to beg him to stop the enema. He clamped the hose only when the bag was half empty and let Lydia adjust to the water within her. He gripped her waist

tighter before reaching up again towards the clamp and releasing it. Lydia squealed as she felt the new flood of water, but could only squirm about and cry while laying across Carl's lap, but the audience appreciated her efforts and gave her a small spattering of applause.

Steve Railsback, the town sheriff, practically squealed like a pig, then ejaculated onto the back of Mike Ryerson's plaid shirt. Mike Ryerson, the town drunk, never noticed, he had passed out soon after young Lydia had made her initial appearance.

Carl clamped the enema hose and helped young Lydia up from his lap, her belly distended. He made her stand naked between his legs, the enema nozzle still embedded deep in her rectum. The hose snaking it's way from her bottom up to the empty enema bag. He reached up and began to massage her breasts with his left hand, with his right he reached behind her and

jiggled the end of the enema nozzle. Lydia groaned and jumped from foot to foot, struggling to hold in the enema. When Carl placed the bedpan on the chair, then bent her over to pull the enema nozzle from her bottom she didn't complain. She quickly plopped down upon the bedpan and for the next fifteen minutes released the enema as the village looked on.

Carol Stevens, the grade school principal, moaned in unison with Lydia. Her husband Gary would sometimes punish her for spending too much money by putting her across his lap, pulling her panties down, then paddling her naked bottom with a stiff wooden hairbrush. If he was really angry with her, he would also hold her down and administer a large, warm, soapy enema. Sometimes he would hold her down across his lap for ten minutes, while the enema churned away in her bowels. She never told him that she always climaxed as the warm water entered her bottom.

Gary Stevens watched Lydia sitting on the bedpan and thought of his wife, Carol. He knew that the enemas and spankings he sometimes gave her, were more of a pleasure, rather than the punishment that they were intended to be. But he really did enjoy the sight of his young wife's red bottom laying across his lap, waiting for the enema nozzle.

Lydia finished releasing the enema, then stood and bent at the waist so Carl could wipe her bottom with the cool wash rag. It was only as he began to push the large, waxy, suppository into her bottom that she dropped down on all fours and Carl knelt down behind her. He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard dick out. He sodomized young Lydia in front of the entire village. Only after he had sent his sperm deep into her rectum did he stand and accept the wild applause from the crowd. Another great Lottery, and only 364 days until the next!