Common Fetish: bondage caning, femdom, medical ,mf spanking

I just couldn't help myself. Maybe I thought Tony had earned the embarrassment I was putting him through. Theresa's eyes lit up as she smiled. I didn't dare look at Tony yet.

I watched Theresa eye him. "The truth is, we get that quite a bit. It's not the least bit uncommon."

I'd just told her about Tony's little thing about nurses. We'd lived in the apartment next door to Theresa for a few months but somehow had never gotten together socially sooner. I really hadn't been planning to bring this topic up, but I guess after a couple of glasses of wine I was feeling a bit frisky. Theresa's look in Tony's direction drew mine, and sure enough, he stood there, speechless. "So nothing to be ashamed of," she said to Tony in a coy manner. "Some of us think it's kind of fun."

I found my curiosity aroused. Theresa wears her nurse uniform for her boyfriends? She grinned but I felt a little guilty at the curiosity I was feeling about her personal affairs. "So, you like that, Tony?"

He was red. "You heard her," he said.

She looked my way again, still smiling. "Want to try it? I've got a nurse friend who does it with me."

Does what? "Uh..." I managed to say.

She came over and said: "Don't worry: it's just an actual physical with a bit of sexy teasing. We don't hop on him or anything. I'll call Beth." I must have looked unconvinced because she added: "I know you'll enjoy it." Then before I had a chance to say any more, she was on the phone.

"It's all set: I know where the clinic is so I'll drive," she said.

Tony looked at me, obviously wondering whether we were going along with this. I could tell he was a bit taken aback by how fast this had happened. "Come on," said Theresa, who had found her purse. I think I might have given a little shrug and I sensed Tony and I were each watching the other to see if we should go along with this. Finally Theresa strode back, took Tony's hand, and led him out. "Don't be shy," she said.

I followed quickly.

Neither Tony nor I spoke as she drove. What had we gotten ourselves into? "You'll like Beth," said Theresa once, and she made a couple of other comments about how great it was going to be.

As we pulled into the parking lot, a woman got out of a parked car. Theresa unlocked the back door of the building and took care of the security system in an apparently practiced manner. Beth was introduced once we were all inside. "OK, Beth and I'll get changed," she said. "You go in here," she told me, leading me into an examination room. "You can take off everything but your underwear and sit on the table," she said, putting a piece of paper on it. "Beth'll be in in a couple of minutes." Then she was gone, closing the door behind her.

Take off my clothes? I briefly wondered whether Tony was in a similar spot and realized he must be. I certainly hadn't thought I would be involved in such a manner and realized I didn't actually know what their plan was. I looked at the table in the center of the room. I decided I needed to go ask what was going on and went back out to the corridor.

I suppose they heard me, because Theresa immediately appeared from somewhere, not completely put together, saying "You have to stay in the examination room."

"What's going on?" I asked as she led me back.

"Your physical," she said. "Now get ready: Beth'll be in here in a minute." Then she left me again.

Take off everything but my underwear and sit on the table. It was all so natural, like an ordinary visit to the doctor, but this wasn't an ordinary visit. She'd said it was a real physical. But why me? Was this Beth going to tease me?

Even so, I found myself complying. In a minute I wore just my bra and underpants, sitting on the end of the table. "Good," said a woman as she slipped in, as she glanced over me. Clearly this was Beth. Fully dressed for her part, too.

She had a clipboard. She weighed me and took my blood pressure. "Any particular problems to report?" she asked.

"No."

She'd begun looking closely at my face, and checked my ears and throat. "OK, take off your bra and lie down flat," she said. The examination continued. "Is your sexual function adequate?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, actually wondering how you answer that. Her touches seemed normal for such a physical, even as she examined my breasts.

"Good," she said as she continued. "Lift up so I can slip your underpants down," she said. She pulled them all the way off. I felt funny and nervous the way she was running her hands down me though it seemed perfectly normal. "Nervous?" she asked, apparently sensing my feelings.

"A little," I said.

She laughed briefly as if my understatement was obvious. "Relax," she said. She sounded exactly like a nurse conducting an exam. "Is there any part of you that is especially sensitive, sexually?" she asked. When I didn't answer, she said: "You can tell me: this is just a physical."

"I don't know," I said. I must have not wanted to say.

"Maybe your neck?" she said. Then I realized she had her hands on my inner thighs, and though she wasn't gently caressing or anything like that, she seemed to be managing to extend the amount of time she spent touching me there. "Or your tummy? Or your hips or buttocks?"

"I guess so," I said. I was shocked at these questions from a woman I didn't even know.

"Naturally your nipples would be sensitive and your vulva. How about your inner thighs?"

"Yes," I said.

"Does your husband turn you on?"

"Yes."

"Turn over on your stomach," she said and helped me shift and roll over. "Now just relax: I'm going to secure you." She brought a strap over my back, then I felt her attach something around each arm. I realized I was being held to the table by my middle. "Just a second," she said and she started pulling a rubber glove over her right hand.

"Beth..." I started. I don't know why I didn't react more: things had certainly suddenly changed away from a typical physical even if she did maintain the same business-like demeanor.

"Just relax," she said and laid her hand on my rear. "Have you ever had anal sex?"

"No."

"Oral sex? With the man's penis in your mouth?"

"Uh, a couple of times."

"Good. Now I want you to relax your rear." She had a tube of jelly and put some right on my anus, then covered the fingers of her gloved hand. "Have you ever thought about the possibility of having anal sex?"

"Uh, maybe."

"Seriously."

I couldn't really remember a time. "Not that I can think of."

"Have you ever found yourself aroused by a man being, well, dominant? You know, like in a movie or something?"

"I don't know."

"Or a woman being submissive?" She'd placed her gloved finger on my anus and was stroking it up and down. "Now you have to relax. Have you ever had any thoughts or fantasies about being with a woman?"

"Uh, maybe."

She laughed a little. "Maybe once or twice?"

"I guess so," I said.

"Now relax: this will only take a minute." Her finger had stopped moving and pressed on my anus. "Relax." With that, her finger pressed more firmly and the tip finally entered. "Good," she said. She slid it in. Neither of us said anything and she slid it slowly in and out. Then she put her left hand in front of my face. "Now, open your mouth," she said.

I did it but I can't say why. I certainly didn't have anything else to do. "Now I want you to suck hard," she said and she put three fingers into my mouth. "As hard as you can," she added.

She stood there. I sucked. The finger went in and out of my rear. "Good: keep it up," she said. I felt her slip a second finger in my rear. And a third. "Close your eyes and relax but keep sucking," she said.

She slipped the fingers in and out part way. "You should feel something now; think about whether you feel anything in your groin."

I didn't want to know whether this was affecting me. I didn't know why I was doing this: sucking like she told me to, doing nothing to stop this. Of course I was restrained and wouldn't be able to do much in any case. Then she put a blindfold on me. "Don't worry, it will help you relax," she said.

But then I realized it couldn't have been her because she still had her fingers in both ends of me! Then I felt hands on my inner thighs again, this time caressing. "Keep sucking," she said, "Hard." The fingers kept slipping into me. The other hands slid up to my pussy and I felt them holding something harder against me.

Suddenly an electric shock went through me, or it felt that way. When I had a moment to think I realized they'd turned on a vibrator that was pushed against my pussy. In seconds I was coming and I couldn't seem to stop. Hands were caressing my inner thighs again, the fingers were still in my rear. "Suck hard!" said Beth, sounding a bit more stern. I felt myself grow weak as I couldn't stop the orgasm. The caressing hands went all the way down my legs and back up.

Finally I was done, vibrator or no vibrator. They obviously noticed and stopped and withdrew the vibrator. The fingers stayed in me. "Don't stop sucking," said Beth. "You're doing fine."

I was shuddering and spent, but I sucked. "Good: now I'm going to withdraw," said Beth, and she did so and unstrapped me, then took off the eyeshades that had blindfolded me before I had the chance to do it myself. "You can sit up now," she said.

I was shaky. "Your sexual function is indeed fine," she said. Then handing me a hospital gown she said: "Put this on and I'll talk to you in my office." Then she was out the door. Neither Theresa nor anyone else had been in the room by the time I was unblindfolded.

I looked at the skimpy gown. I glanced around for my clothes, to find they were not there! I sat there, feeling both spent and confused. I held the gown on my lap. Beth stuck her head in the door: "Move along, now," she said, then withdrew.

I was in this room, naked, alone, no clothes. There was really nothing to do but to play along. I put on the gown. It was about as bad as they get, hardly covering me at all. Beth came back in. "Follow me," she said.

We walked into an office and she motioned me to a seat, then withdrew behind the desk. The room was pretty decent and I wondered if it were a doctor's office. "You're perfectly healthy," she said, "though you could use a bit more exercise. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes," I said.

"Have you been slacking off?"

"A bit."

"Here's what we are going to do," she said, standing. She picked up a slender stick. "This is a punishment cane. I want you to stand up and lean over the desk."

"What?" I stared in shock.

"You need some resolve: this'll do it." She came toward me. "Now I know you feel reluctant, but it's what you need." She tugged on my hand. I thought of fighting her, but ended up standing for her. "Over here," she said guiding me toward the desk, and I found myself leaning over it. She lifted the gown and somehow attached it so I was uncovered from right below my breasts. "Here it comes," she said.

The pain was excruciating. I couldn't imagine how I'd gotten into this or why I was just leaning there taking it. But she had been telling me what to do for at least a half an hour and I apparently wasn't ready to do anything but comply. "Good," she said, "a couple more, then hold your position."

It stopped. I was so thankful: I still wasn't sure how I'd managed it without screaming or running. She touched my legs with the cane for a while and I felt fear, as if she were threatening to do some more. Then the door opened.

It was Theresa with Tony. He was in a gown, a sleeping eyeshade covering his eyes. And his hands were bound behind him. And despite the gown, it was obvious he was utterly hard. "Stay where you are," said Beth quietly to me.

Tony was brought behind me. They weren't shy at all about touching us and had his penis directed into me in seconds. "Push in," said Theresa and he was inside me. Beth had come around the desk in front of me and offered me three fingers again. "Suck," she said.

I heard the cane and felt Tony grunt and push into me. I was so wet from before there was no problem whatsoever. And despite my having come so much and having been just caned, in only seconds I knew I was going to orgasm again. Each time he was caned, I felt the jerk of his body into mine, driving him into me. "Suck hard," said Beth, and I think I did: it was hard to think straight. She was opposite the desk from me and she leaned down so her face was in front of mine. I realized her clothes were disheveled and even had the feeling she was touching herself as she looked into my eyes. Then Tony withdrew.

I was so ready I wanted to kill somebody. But the next thing I knew, I felt his cock guided to my rear hole. "Relax now, sweetie," said Beth, who apparently knew exactly what was going on. "Let him in: we don't want to cane him again until you're ready to take him."

It was more than her fingers filling me, but I managed it. "Want the vibrator again?" asked Beth. He slid in and I felt myself filled back there. I thought again about how Beth had said they were going to cane him. Then I felt more movement and pressure and Tony was pressed against me harder. He groaned.

"Good going," I heard Theresa say, apparently to Tony. Her voice was closer. "Like it?" she asked.

"Now, neither of you is virgin back there," said Beth, smiling. "Keep sucking." Tony's breathing was louder and I felt his body jerk against mine as if another was bumping it from behind. His breathing grew faster and I knew he was about to come. "Suck," she said, her mouth freezing on the "k" shape and I saw her eyes glaze as if her own fingers were distracting her. I felt hands on my hips that reached until they touched me. I never thought I would be so affected by anal sex, but I was getting higher and higher and felt I had to have release. Beth withdrew her fingers from my mouth, and leaning closer, her head bent way back, managed to get her mouth on mine. Her tongue entered my mouth, then she withdrew it long enough to try to say something. I'm sure she said "suck".

We both struggled to breath as we kissed. The fingers on me had me right at the edge. Tony was obviously ready to go any second. Beth, struggling to keep her lips on mine, suddenly swung herself on the desk, clattering stuff all over the floor as she pushed it off. Her angle was better and she took my head and pulled us into a tighter kiss and it was even harder to breath. I managed to notice her skirt was up and her fingers were on herself.

And it happened. Tony in me from behind. Beth released my mouth as I gasped for breath, and the way her body stretched and she grimaced, it was obvious she went over at the same moment. She was on her back, arched, both hands between her legs.

*      *      *

I was over Beth's lap. After we'd all come down, Beth and Theresa pulled us apart, pulled off our gowns, and sitting down in two chairs in front of the desk, pulled us each down over their laps. Beth's hand caressed my rear which still stung from the caning. "You're to do what nurse tells you, you know that, don't you?" she said.

I was exhausted and maybe mumbled something. "Answer me," she said and gave me a smack.

"Yes!" I said more clearly. Theresa was talking to Tony at the same time, saying generally the same thing.

"Now I'm going to spank you," she said, "because you need it. Don't you?"

"Yes," I heard myself say. I'm sure it's because I wasn't ready to contradict her at that moment.

She smacked me, then laughed. "OK, you asked for it," she said.

It just went on and on.