The Session

The Session

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Kevin looked into Lisa's eyes, as she stood before him. Her
breathing was rapid, her heart pounding, as she waited for him to speak.
She knew he was about to spank her and spank her soundly. She always
got very sexually excited prior to a spanking from Kevin. She knew his
hard hand would soon be bouncing off her unprotected behind. He would
test her resolve of not to cry out, to stay in position and take what he
was to give her. She understood that even when her legs would start to
sway up and down, and her low moans would turn to cries, the spanking
would not stop. He always spanked her hard. He never gave in, until HE
was sure that the lesson was learned. Yes, Kevin had spanked her before,
but this was going to be more than just a spanking. This was going to be
a "session."

Kevin had promised Lisa that tonight was going to be different. She
was going to learn total obedience, and she would be at his mercy, and
was expected to do as she was told. Lisa had promised to give Kevin her
total submission and Kevin was going to put her submission to the test.

The first part of the session was the spanking. Seating himself on
a straight back chair, and holding a thick ebony hairbrush, he took Lisa
over his lap. He lifted her skirt and gently rubbed her panty-clad
behind. He reminded her that she was going to get a very hard spanking,
and that he expected her to not reach back. Failure to keep her hands on
the floor, would only result in further doses of the hairbrush. To
further test her promised compliance, he placed the hairbrush in her
right hand, and told her that she was to hand the implement to him upon
his request. When she felt his hand pat her bottom a few times, she knew
it was time for her spanking to begin.

Kevin raised his hand, but paused when he noticed Lisa's backside
was clenched. He reminded the young woman that he would not spank her if
she was clenching her cheeks. She was expected to keep her bum relaxed.
He rubbed her bottom for a full five minutes, and then he finally felt
her muscles loosen. Just as Lisa was beginning to feel more comfortable
over his knee, the palm of his hand descended upon her upturned behind.
It landed with a loud CRACK and the spanking was under way. Kevin let
his palm visit her left cheek and then her right one. He would then
spank up her left cheek and back down the right one. He would take some
time to tend to her thighs. When he spanked her thighs, Lisa always
kicked and squirmed. Kevin was taking his time with this spanking. His
arm must have gone up and down for about five straight minutes, until
finally he stopped. He squeezed her right cheek, and Lisa immediately
moaned. He did the same to her left buttock, and he could hear her sob
slightly. Yes, this spanking was certainly going to be a good one. He
wasn't about to give Lisa too much recovery time. Not today, for this
was a session.

Lisa's ass was very hot and she had a hard time not breaking down
to real tears. She felt a tear or two escape her eyelids, but over all,
she was able to take the first part of her spanking like a good girl.
She wondered if perhaps this was the end of the spanking. Maybe Kevin
would have some mercy on her after all. Those brief hopes were dashed
when she felt his fingers invade the waistband of her panties. Even
though she was no longer a little girl, she started to beg Kevin not to
lower them, same as she had when her mother used to take her over her
lap years ago. She could see her mother in her mind now. Yes, she was
over mom's lap, and mommy had her fingers there, just about to do the
deed. Lisa's dignity about to be taken away from her. She would cry and
beg her mother to "please let me wear my panties just this once, mommy!"
only her mother never gave in to her cries, and she knew that
ultimately, neither would Kevin.

Her own voice brought her back from her daydream, her remembrances
of another time in her life, when things were so much less complicated
than they now were. A time when she was protected from the outside
world, along with its cruelties, her biggest worry being a trip over her
mothers lap. That was then, this was now. And now meant her panties
coming down, same as they had years ago. The more things change, the
more they also can stay the same. At least some parts of things. So she
tried to fight the urge to beg him not to punish her bare, but that was
yet another fight that she could not win. Before he could begin to lower
them, her voice cried out to him. She pleaded with him not to discipline
her with her panties down. She asked him to spare her dignity,
explaining to him, as she had to her mother so many times, that the
spanking would hurt just as much with her thin cotton panties on, as it
would with them off. Kevin was unmoved by her debating skills, and
slowly lowered her white cotton panties to mid thigh. Lisa felt so much
now like a little girl, her bare backside upturned, as Kevin rubbed and
patted it. Then something horrifying happened: Kevin asked for the
hairbrush.

Lisa had promised him total obedience. She wasn't going to fail so
quickly. She knew he expected her to do as he wished, and she was going
to give him her submission, no matter how costly the price of such
surrender would be. So, she closed her eyes and reached back and let the
hairbrush find his awaiting hand. He took the brush from her and
immediately adjusted her over his lap, so that her hiney was at just the
correct angle for the soon to be landing hairbrush. He placed his hand
around her waist, thus securing her in the over the knee position. She
once again clenched her cheeks. She hadn't realized she was doing it,
until she heard his voice, stern yet gentle, reminding her that only
naughty girls clench. This time, she was able to relax her bottom almost
immediately. He rewarded her behavior with not only a few gentle pats on
her bottom, but also with a finger that he extended to touch her
clitoris. Her personal area was wet, and he knew that in spite of the
pain and humiliation, that she was turned on. If that were the case,
then that made two of them.

Kevin told himself that he had to follow through. He had to punish
her severely, almost to a point past his own endurance. He had to make
her cry and cry hard and long. To make it hurt so much, that she would
long for another stroke, if only to take her mind off the last one. He
knew he had never planned on spanking her this hard in the past, but
this was not just a spanking. This was a session.

Like a sudden lightning bolt that comes without warning, the
hairbrush attacked her defenseless bottom. The brush stung even more
than the one her mother used to use on her. She told herself not to cry
out, and for what seemed like a long time, she kept her tongue quiet.
That "long time" was all of 60 seconds. Kevin spanked Lisa with quick
controlled strokes. Each spank was delivered about two seconds after the
last one. Kevin made sure to concentrate many of the blows on her twin
"sit spots" as he wanted to ensure that she would be feeling the effects
of this licking for many hours on after. Lisa first lost her composure
when Kevin decided to apply the brush to her right thigh. Her scream
startled Kevin, but he only let that phase him for a moment. He then
continued to paddle her scarlet fanny into a total submission. At one
point, she reached a crisis, where she was afraid. When would he stop
spanking her? Would she pass out before he felt that she had had enough?
Would her strength fail her? The brush continued to land. Lisa tried
picking up the count and got as far as 50, before she started to wail.
Her nose was now running as she "boo hoo hoo'd" like crazy. He legs were
kicking widely, and Kevin had to wrap one of his legs around hers, to
keep her in place. Kevin scolded her, much like her mother had, as he
watched her twin globes turn into twin pictures of Mars. Lisa was
finally all out of fight and all out of will. Kevin had broken both. Her
entire body now limp, she simply laid over her Masters lap, sobbing
while she could hear the steady sounds of the hairbrush landing on her
bare skin in the background. Finally, after enduring over 500 licks with
the heavy wooden brush from hell, the spanking ended.

Lisa's ass was so sore it was practically numb. Her tears shed she
now felt a sense of pride. She had survived the spanking. Her joy was
short-lived, as she remembered that this was more than just a spanking.
Yes, this was a session. Kevin told Lisa to lie face down on the bed,
and to place a pillow beneath her. He reached into a bag he had brought
with him, and pulled out some items. It took a moment until Lisa
realized that he had something new in store for her. Kevin had ordered
her to keep her head down and to not dare to look at him. She had no
idea of what he was planning next for her. She squealed a bit when she
felt him spread her ass cheeks apart. Soon, she felt his index finger
pressing against her anus. He had a little Vaseline on that finger and
with a little effort, his finger invaded her tiny pink doo-doo hole. He
wiggled his finger around for a few minutes, while once again letting
his other hand find her clit. Yep, she was very wet now. He told her to
lie still, and the next thing she knew, he was blindfolding her. Now,
she was in total darkness.

Parts of her session was like a trip down memory pain, I mean lane.
Kevin once again spread her cheeks apart and she felt totally
vulnerable. She let out a gasp as she felt him insert a rectal
thermometer up her bum hole. It had been ages since her mother had taken
her temperature this way, although her mother did keep this method of
temp taking up until Lisa turned 17, so she was no stranger to this
situation either. Kevin wiggled the instrument up and down and in
circles, as he heard Lisa moan. I suppose one could even have called her
Mona Lisa, as Kevin was certainly doing his best to make this session
nothing short of a work of art.

After ten minutes of temp taking time, Kevin very slowly removed
the thermometer from her rectum. He looked at the reading, and informed
the young lady that she had a slight fever. Lisa didn't feel sick, and
she really didn't know if Kevin was being honest with her, but that
wasn't at issue here. Not tonight. Not during the session. Lisa could
hear Kevin reach back into that bag once again and soon he was out of
the room. Her eyes got big under their blindfold, as she heard him start
running the water in the bathroom. After a few minutes, he came out and
sat down on the bed next to her. He patted her bottom and asked her if
she had been constipated lately. Yes, she had been, but how did he know
that? She did not answer him right away, and suddenly felt a sharp pain
as his hand exploded across her backside. He then inserted his finger
back into her rectum, and after feeling around for a moment, said, "I
feel something in here, young lady." That humiliation brought fresh
tears to her eyes. He once again posed the question of being constipated
to her, and she heard herself admit that she "hadn't gone in a few
days." Kevin informed her that he was going to take care of this for
her. He was going to give her a hot soapy enema.

Lisa had never gotten an enema before. Her mother had once used a
suppository on her, but that was about it. This was going to be a new
experience for her. She was scared, not knowing what to expect. She
almost told him no, but her submissive nature once again took control of
her emotions and she simply nodded her head and agreed that perhaps an
enema is what she needed. Kevin slowly spread her ass cheeks wide apart
and she knew her anus was once again within his view. He gently inserted
the nozzle of the enema up her tight little puckered hole, and pushed it
all the way inside of her. She protested, saying that it "hurt," but
didn't offer any serious resistance. Once the nozzle was in place, Kevin
placed her hands behind her, and cuffed them together. "You will not
interfere with this part of our session," he informed her.

Feeling her entire body shaking with anticipation was a new
experience for Lisa. She took a deep breath and soon felt something hot
and uncomfortable invading her tummy. The enema had begun. Kevin would
pump some enema juice into her, then stop the flow. He would then slide
the nozzle in and out of her asshole, while playing with her pussy.
During this procedure, he would whisper into her ear what a naughty girl
she had been, and remind her that this is how he disciplines her. It
didn't take long for her to request to be taken to the bathroom, but
Kevin ignored her. He was going to give her the entire bag, and her
cries and pleas were not heard by ears that had turned deaf. The more
liquid he pumped into her, the harder she cried. And she was crying hard
now. This hurt a LOT. Kevin had used lots of soap, having absolutely no
mercy on her, nor allowing her some leeway as this was her first ever
enema.

Once the bag was empty, Kevin was all ready with the butt plug.
This was a huge plug. He had purchased it at NY's own Kinnematics. He
inserted the plug up her bottom as she screamed loudly. This plug hurt
her more than the spanking had. Kevin pushed it forward, until it locked
into place. "We cannot have you lose your enema, now can we?" he said
with an amused tone to his voice. Lisa cried and begged him for relief,
but his silence was his way of communicating to her that he was going to
punish her his way. After making her hold the two quart solution for 30
minutes, most of that time with her crying, he finally removed the plug.
She wailed loudly as the thick plastic butt plug was yanked out. She
stood up, but was immediately pushed back down into position. "You were
not given permission to go to the potty, were you?" he demanded. "No
sir. I'm sorry." Her blindfold still in place, she knew the next sound
right away. It was the sound of Kevin unzipping his pants. "No, please,
don't!!" In an instant, she knew what he was going to do, and she
couldn't believe it. She was filled with enema juice, and no doubt shit
too, and he was still going to fuck her right in her ass. If she wasn't
so totally aroused and turned on by this, she would have yelled, "Oh,
this is too gross."

She screamed aloud as Kevin pushed his cock into her now spacious
bottom hole. Yes, the butt plug had certainly enlarged that tiny private
opening, and Kevin was now fucking her ass good and proper. Lisa was
like a cat in heat, she wanted this so badly. Soon, Kevin heard her
saying, "I'm your naughty little slut. Fuck my asshole. Fuck me hard!"
Kevin did just that, fucking Lisa's ass harder than it had ever been
fucked in her life. He reached around and found her clit and this time
he rubbed it until he felt her explode with pleasure. He soon followed
suit, culminating with a huge climax of his own, mixing the enema
solution now with his own hot cum.

He slowly removed his throbbing cock and led his captive beauty to
the bathroom. He sat her down and ordered her to expel the enema.
"Please give me privacy," she begged, but Kevin was not having any of
that. He stayed in the room until Lisa was done expelling a very large
enema. Finally, after her bowels were totally cleansed, she felt Kevin
leaning her forward, and then, much to her horror, wiping her asshole
clean. Once again her thoughts drifted back to her childhood, when her
mommy would wipe her hiney hole clean for her.

Finally, Kevin removed the blindfold from her eyes and she was
greeted with his smiling face. He took her in his arms and told her what
a brave girl she had been and how proud of her he was. She smiled back
at him, her gaze meeting his. Yes, she had lots to be proud of. She had
"survived" her first session and she hoped, much like birthdays, it
would be the first one of many more to come.

The End

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