Literotic asexstories – Bethany's Bikini Clinic by rick_oh,rick_oh
Bethany knew from the shaken voice what she was to ask next.
“What’s the case number?” she asked.
“C seven one sixty four X.”
Bethany smiled to herself. “What day do you want to make the appointment?”
“I just want to get it over with.”
“I have an opening at 2:30 this afternoon.”
“Uh, yes – okay.”
“The appointment will require a half hour. Don’t be late.”
Bethany entered the case number in the online database and retrieved the information she’d need. She knew from the first letter of the case number that she would administer a grade C, or severe, discipline session to the young man who called. She decided she’d give him two dozen paddle strokes followed by two dozen cane strokes.
Bethany’s clinic was one of several small outfits in the city which participated in administering court ordered discipline to repeat offenders. The experimental program was implemented with the goal of decreasing the jail population and decreasing the long term (and expensive) probation process.
Bethany had quickly earned the trust of the overseers of the program. The undercover auditors weeded out the untrustworthy clinics by posing as offenders and offering money if they’d dispense with the actual discipline. Bethany consistently ushered them out the door and filed reports when this happened.
Bethany does more than court-ordered discipline. She also administers discipline in role-play situations and has a steady clientele of subjects, both single and accompanied by their wives or girlfriends.
Bethany loves all the sessions. She loves to discipline, and has an uncanny sense of knowing what is most effective, whether in a court ordered session or with her more consenting clientele.
At 2:28 the buzzer indicated that the person who called that morning had arrived. She released the lock and let him in. A nervous male of about 28 sheepishly entered, and he came up to the counter.
“Let me see your ID,” Bethany instructed. He showed her that he really was the one who made the appointment and not a stand-in. She pressed a couple of controls under the counter which started three hidden video cameras in the discipline room. “Okay, come this way,” she said, and led him to a separate room. The purpose of the room was immediately obvious. One wall was adorned with various instruments of correction: paddles, straps, canes, and various sizes of enema bags. A small cart held some other equipment: disposable gloves, thermometers, lubricant, antiseptic. The most imposing characteristic of the discipline room was a heavy padded structure in the center. There was no doubt that its purpose was to hold a recipient bound in place for punishment.
“I want you to strip completely. Put your clothes on that chair. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Then she left him alone.
His heart pounded as he realized there was no escape from the consequences of something very foolish he had done months ago. He nervously took off all his clothes and stood awkwardly in the room while he waited for Bethany to return.
He heard a noise, and his eyes widened when Bethany entered the room. She had changed clothes, and was dressed in a bikini bathing suit and fashion boots. She was more imposing with the visual dissonance created by her outfit – a blend of sensual beauty and authority.
The young man gazed at Bethany from top to bottom. Her long straight brown hair, her eyeglasses, her country-girl look, and trim figure. Her bikini-clad hips, firm slender thighs, and dark fashion boots.
Bethany walked over to the punishment bench. “Come over here now, and lean over. I’m going to bind you in place.”
With an anxious look on his face, he did her bidding. An audible sigh escaped from him as he bent over the structure. He knew that once bound into place, there would be no escape. Bethany’s touch almost comforted him as she gently grasped one hand and attached a binding strap around his wrist; then, the other one. She cinched a wide binding strap around his waist, holding his bared bottom in place for what was to come. Then came the binding straps just above his knees.
Bethany smiled when her captive male clenched his bottom cheeks several times. She sprayed antiseptic solution on his bottom and wiped it off. The clip-clop of her boots reverberated through the room as she walked over to the collection of punishment instruments hanging on the wall and picked up a Spencer paddle. She stood where he could see her.
“You know that your punishment today will be severe. I’m going to give you twenty four swats with this paddle, followed by twenty four strokes with a rattan cane. I will present them in sets of six, with a short break between sets. I will begin now.”
The long-haired bespectacled Bethany got in position to administer. She extended her arm and lightly touched the paddle on both nether cheeks of the bound male. Then with her gaze fixed on the soon to be reddened bare bottom, she brought the paddle back, pressed her lips together, and slammed the paddle into her target, kicking her right foot as it struck.
“ONE!” she shouted.
The male drew in his breath.
The next swat struck a little lower than the first one. Again, Bethany kicked her right leg as she propelled the paddle into the bound and captive nether cheeks of her charge.
“TWO!”
“AAAAAH!” he shouted.
Scarcely two to three seconds later, the third swat landed.
“THREE!”
“OWWWW!”
Smack! “FOUR!”
“OH! AH!”
Smack! “FIVE!”
“OOH!” The captive male kicked his legs.
Smack! “SIX!”
“AHHHHH!”
The only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of the bound male. Bethany waited exactly one minute, and then resumed the paddling.
Smack! “SEVEN!” “NO!”
Smack! “EIGHT!” “OH GOD!”
Smack! “NINE!” “OW! PLEASE!”
Smack! “TEN!” “AHHH!”
Smack! “ELEVEN!” “GAAA!”
Smack! “TWELVE!” “OWWWW! OWWW!”
The male furiously kicked his legs with each swat.
Bethany, after a short pause, administered the next two sets as she had the first – hard. Each swat evoked ever-louder cries of distress as the relentless blazing kiss of the paddle visited the reddening bared bottom of Bethany’s target.
Bethany took a longer break as she hung the paddle on the wall and fetched the straight handled rattan cane. She swished it through the air constantly as she clip-clopped around the room.
“It’s time for me to give you the cane now,” Bethany said sweetly as she took her position. “Twenty four strokes, in sets of six. Remember, it’s severe.”
The male flinched when Bethany lightly touched the cane to his already paddled bottom. She drew back the cane and whipped it across the upper part of his bottom.
“OH!” He yelled.
“ONE!” Bethany counted.
Scarcely two seconds later the second stroke landed just below the first.
“AAAAAH!” he yelled and attempted to twist.
“TWO!”
Bethany continued to walk the strokes down his bottom, and when she had given six, the top half of the male’s nether cheeks had visible striations. After a one minute pause, she gave him the second set, striating the lower half of his bottom to the accompaniment of spirited shouts of distress.
The third and fourth sets evoked sincere pleas for Bethany to stop. She, however, dispensed the strokes as she always had, dispassionately and with uncanny accuracy. She placed the strokes from the final two sets so that they intersected the previous striations, increasing the effect of the punishment.
Bethany released the male’s bindings, and told him to get dressed. She left him alone in the punishment room and shut off the video recorders. A few minutes later he quietly and gingerly left the clinic.
She changed back into her street clothes and waited for her next clients. She knew she was going to enjoy the next session.
Twenty minutes later a couple walked in. She was a willowy blonde with a sweet smile and long hair. The male, Dan, was obviously on the submissive side. Bethany had learned from previous sessions that the female, Tasha, said very little, if anything, during the sessions. She liked to watch Dan be humiliated and punished. It must have been worth it to both of them, since they keep coming back. Bethany could only imagine what their sex was like afterward.
“Good afternoon, Dan and Tasha. Go ahead and wait for me in the discipline room. And Dan, I want you to get completely undressed and stand by the punishment bench.”
The clients went into the adjoining room. Bethany locked the front door, started the video cameras, quickly changed into her bikini and boots outfit, and gracefully entered the discipline room. Tasha was seated behind the punishment bench where she would have a good view of Dan’s bare bottom as stroke after stroke of the punishment instrument makes contact.
Bethany stood in front of Dan and folded her arms. “How did Tasha prepare you for today, Dan?”
“She – she gave me some enemas.”
“Some?! how many, and what kind?”
“Uh, three enemas. The first one was soapy, and it was two and a half quarts. The others were three quart rinsing enemas.”
“Ooooh, she gave you some good enemas. Did you take them well?”
Dan looked down. “No, ma’am.”
“Oh? Tell me more.”
“She – she said I complained too much. I was really full, though, and I tried to take them well.”
“Oh my gosh. You deserve to be punished for complaining about enemas that Miss Tasha gives you!”
“Yes ma’am,” he whispered.
“How are you to be punished today?”
Dan sighed heavily. “Thirty five with the paddle, and ten with the cane!”
“You’re going to have a very sore bottom! You know I paddle hard, don’t you?”
“Yes ma’am,” he replied shakily.
“Anything else?”
“She – she had me shave around my – my back way so that you can take me with a strap-on.”
“A strap-on! I happen to be in the mood to use one. And I’m going to use it good!”
She paused for effect. “Well, Dan, I want you to bend over the punishment box. I will then bind you in place for your richly deserved discipline.”
Dan bent over the structure, and Tasha removed her panties. Bethany smiled at her, and then bound Dan’s wrists and waist. She retrieved a paddle and took her place. Tasha placed one hand under her dress, and slowly stroked herself. Bethany took aim, and slammed the paddle across both nether cheeks of the bound male.
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