good spanking position and he took advantage of it, turning her cheeks pink with his hand. This made not coming even harder. She was as aroused as she had ever been. But so long as he didn’t put anything back into her bottom for a while, she knew she could maintain for a few minutes longer.
“Get up on your knees again,” he hauled her up by the hips and spread her legs apart. “Now don’t move,” he warned her and disappeared to fill the hot water bag.
This time Hazel didn’t dare move. She knew what was going to happen and was anxious to experience the sensation. Her humiliation was deep, real and profoundly satisfying. He was going to do this. He had thought of it all by himself. It was as though he had read her secret journal, the one that went beyond spanking, just as he had said. Dear, intuitive man. Could they really be so perfectly matched? Robert certainly improved outside the office.
Improvising an IV stand out of a carved wooden coat tree Robert suspended the two-quart enema bag. Then he spread her bottom, lubricated the nozzle and inserted it slowly into her dainty, rose-hued anus.
An ardent bottom worshipper, Robert found his dream in Hazel, for every aspect of bottom was charming, particularly it’s sensitivity to pleasure. That Hazel was anally oriented was never more apparent than in her willingness to submit to spanking on that small, tender area. Robert noticed the way her breathing changed while he pushed the nozzle in.
“I love you when you’re obedient like this,” he told her, gently urging the nozzle in yet a bit farther while pressing his other hand against her flat tummy. Hazel whimpered at this maddening touch, for the palm of his hand was large enough to blanket even the most elusive g-spot. “Hazel, I’m going to start the flow of hot water. Are you ready?”
“How hot is it going to be?”
“Plenty hot.”
Hazel couldn’t speak for mortification as the water began to fill her. It was very warm, but not unpleasantly so. The nozzle, however, could not but serve the function of a dildo, and felt maddeningly sexy.
“How does that feel?” he asked her suddenly.
“Uh...fine,” she replied, a little abashed at how true this was.
“Not too uncomfortable yet?”
“No.”
“What are you going to say if something’s hurting you?”
“Mercy.”
“You’re little tummy is becoming quite full,” he commented, patting it while twisting the nozzle slightly in her bottom. Hazel felt very warm and almost dizzy by the time the hot water bottle was empty. “Good girl,” he told her, slowly removing the nozzle from her bottom. “Don’t move,” he ordered and left her for a moment in uncertainty. When he returned he showed her a medium-sized rubber anal retention plug. Coating it with the pure, warm juice that bedewed her light brown Venus mound, he then poised it at her anus and attempted to insert it.
“Unclench so I can put this in,” he told her.
“I don’t dare.”
“You’re fine.”
“What if it pops out?”
“Note the way it tapers then flares, it’s designed to stay in. Now open.”
Hazel untensed for a fraction of a second. It was long enough for Robert to nudge the tip of the dildo through her anal ring.
“Relax,” he ordered, smacking either cheek sharply. She whimpered and relaxed momentarily. He pushed the plug in all the way, patting it firmly into place. “You’re doing very well,” he complimented her, stroking her tummy and dewy muff. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
“I hope you haven’t forgotten that you have a good paddling coming for playing the trick at the house,” he reminded her, physically lifting her off the table, tucking her under one arm and carrying her across to the armless chair. Sitting down and putting her over his lap was the work of a moment.
“Ashamed?” he asked, positioning her properly and pushing the plug in as deeply as it would go.
“Yes,” she gasped as he began to spank her on as well as around the plug.
“Uncomfortable yet?” he asked her, reaching under Hazel with one hand to lightly squeeze her tummy. Hazel moaned and twitched across his lap.
“I’m okay,” she declared.
“It’s remarkable how well you’re taking this,” he commented before resuming the spanking. “We’re going to do this again,” he promised. In a few seconds the confluence of sensations caused her to finally climax. Hazel sobbed with emotion as her shuddering subsided and he lifted her off his lap. Without further delay she fled to the commode and locked herself in.
It was a half hour before she joined him in his bedroom. She’d attended to her needs, showered and wrapped herself in a navy cotton robe. Robert had stripped down to green plaid cotton boxers and was lying in his massive bed under the skylight, smoking. He offered her a cigarette but she shook her head with a smile.
“No, I feel too clean.”
“Do you feel okay?”
“A little tired.”
“Sleepy?”
“Uh-huh.”
He put out his cigarette and pulled her against him so that she lay in his arms.
“That was the most fun I ever had with a girl,” he admitted freely.
“Even though we didn’t even do you-know-what yet?”
“I figure we’ll be doing you-know-what in about twenty to forty minutes,” he told her, guiding her hand to his on-going erection. “You need a chance to recover first.”
“Well, that was the most fun I ever had with a man too,” she declared.
“Hazel, I want to do something for you now. Is there anything you want or need? How about that car of yours? Maybe I can get it fixed for you, or let you have a company car to drive.”
Hazel pondered the notion of a material reward for a moment or two, then replied, “The best present I could get from you would be permission to write for the magazine the way I originally did, before you forced me to censor and amend the content of my stories.”
Robert sat up and looked at her with astonishment. “What are you saying, now?”
“The letters in response to my first issue have come in and they’re overwhelmingly positive,” she pressed, sitting up on her heels.
“You know, Hazel, my father started Corning in the early sixties and for thirty years employed an all male staff to write confessions in the first person female. When I took over twelve years ago I retired all the old men and hired a female editorial staff. Our sales quadrupled. I think I know what I’m doing.”
“Well, what’s the good of having an all female staff if you
