THE REFINING OF MANDY

by Chad A. Caswald

She appeared to be only 15, daughter of street people who had died a couple of years ago. She was skinny and unkempt, but she possessed an electrifying smile and an unusually cute face underneath the grime and shoddily applied make-up. The light on this corner seemed to be higher than usual, putting out a dismal hue.

I watched from a distance. She was actually trying to turn a trick and doing pretty good in spite of her obvious inexperience. She was dressed in a denim mini skirt, panty-hose with runs, a dirty cotton shirt tied at the buttons, and sneakers. I rolled up to the corner and stopped. She approached as I cranked down my passenger window. She peered into the darkness of my jeep.

"How much you want, babes?"

Promptly she replied, "Depends on what you want."

"How about 5 whole days - total control?" Her mouth dropped open. Her first proposal, and she had struck it lucky. She couldn't decide quickly, so I interjected, "How about five hundred dollars?" Without a second thought, she opened my door and got in, tugging at her skirt. Her mouth was still open.

"Five hundred big ones?" she repeated in astonishment.

"Total control." I wanted to make sure she understood that part of the bargain.

She nodded her head, and said excitedly, "Let's go."

There was a definite odor problem. My first stop was Wal Mart. We parked. I got out, and beckoned to her.

"Come on. Part of that five hundred dollars I'm going to spend on you now!" She grinned sheepishly, and followed me into the store. The clothing department was first, and I found a couple of oversized t-shirts, a good pair of Chic jeans, and some cut-offs.

"Go pick out a couple of new bras." She headed for the display as if she didn't hear me, selected two fancy everyday bras, and tucked them under her arms so I couldn't see them. Some pick-up this is, I thought. I could still see the size on the package - 34B. As she went into the dressing room to try on the things I had picked out, I found a package of brightly colored "Luv-Pats by the Week" silky bikini panties, some pantyhose, black thigh-hi's, and a small-petite sheer red baby-doll set with matching bikini, and tucked them under my arm. She wouldn't need to try these on until later.

She came out smiling. "They fit," is all she said. I mused, she would probably think anything fits.

We headed for the pharmacy department. There I picked up some deodorant, hair shampoo and conditioner, a long-handled flat wooden body brush, a hair pick and brush set, toothbrush, some fragrant bathpowder, Vaseline, mouthwash, fingernail clippers, a file, and nail polish in a subdued color. Then I led her to another aisle and grabbed a large box containing a combination enema/douche fountain and bulb syringe set. I wanted to subtly let her know what she was in for. She saw me pick it up, but there was no reaction. I guess she thought it was just part of all this personal hygiene for her.

The cashier gave me a questioning glance after noticing my merchandise, but didn't let on. One hundred and twenty-two dollars and thirty-seven cents. I wrote a check and took the receipt as she carried the bags.

"I don't even know your name," I commented as we drove to my flat located on the fourth floor of one of the nicest high-rise buildings in the city.

"Amanda Sue Jones. They call me Mandy." She was awfully quiet for being a teen-age girl. I parked in the basement garage, and escorted her upstairs. I could hear the low vibrating hum of the air-conditioning units as we past the third floor. My room was right above them. The hum usually put me to sleep.

My apartment was basic black on white pattern kitchen through the bedroom. It was clean and modern. She looked around slowly, then give a low whistle.

"This is nice." I had heard that before.

"And I want it to stay that way!" I quickly pointed out as I grabbed her arm before her dirty body hit the couch. "First things first. Go to the bathroom, take a long hot bath, dump your old clothes by the door, and then I will style your hair."

She protested. "But I thought I was supposed to do "something" for you."

"You are. Believe me, you are. There's a body brush in the bag that I want you to use on every part of your body, except your head. And I will work on that." My voice began to sound like a father.

She disappeared into the bathroom, only partially closed the door, and began to take off her rags. The water was steaming from the tub, and clouds of bubble bath were rising from its depths. I caught a glimpse of grimy underwear lines before she immersed into the white foam.

She spent 15 minutes actively scrubbing herself before calling me in for inspection. First, I stepped in, grabbed her past belongings, emptied her pockets, then threw the clothes in the trash can outside my door. Then on the way back in, I grabbed a T-shirt, a bra, and a pair of the packaged panties, and placed them on the clothes hamper.

"Now, let's do your hair." I risked using my head scrubber, a plentiful supply of shampoo, and worked with her yet tangled hair until it was squeaky clean.

Then she did a stupid thing. She just stood up. Her small but firm breasts bobbed, and she asked, "Am I clean yet?" Her hand rubbed her soapy mound as she looked down. "So clean there's no tangles." Then she realized she was standing completely nude. First she blushed, then began giggling uncontrollably. I handed her my large white towel to wrap and dry in, and she stepped out.

"Sit here." I took one look at her hair. "O.K. I haven't told you this, but I am a hair stylist, and I intend to make you look beautiful, and act beautiful in five days. And I have a show I would like to put you in at the end of the five days. How do you like that idea?"

"That's O.K." That's all she said. So I picked out her hair, using conditioners, and a hair brush.

Her hair was in terrible shape with tangles, split ends, and several uneven growth lengths. Using a soft conditioner I attempted to comb it out at least past her ears, but that was as far as I got. Then a plan began to form in my creative mind. I stood back and visually framed this face in a pixie style cut. It would need to be lightened up a little, but this creature could be a knock-out with some help.

I brushed down as far as she could tolerate. Then I revealed my plan. "Since you don't care about how I fix your hair, and you certainly don't like my yanking on these long locks, how about we cut them off?"

For the first time, I saw her mind struggling with a decision. She studied my face for a long time, obviously to check my sincerity, then gazed into the mirror with a look of distrust. Finally, the reality of her intangible matted hair brought her around. She slowly nodded her head, but inserted, "My mom used to always have long hair."

"Could it be because she could never afford to have it cut?" She shrugged her bare shoulders. I commenced snipping away with the scissors. Her hair itself was healthy, and easy to work with. I shaped a rounded page-boy with beveled bangs and toned it with a 4% lightener on the surface. Then I did a blow dry and a set. I stepped back to look. It turned out better than I had dared to expect. This girl could definitely be a knock-out. The cut matched perfectly the shape of the face and the upturn of the nose.

"O.K. Go put on your new undies, and a T-shirt, and we will continue your metamorphosis."

She was trying to see herself in the steamy mirror as I walked out. It wasn't long before she emerged. I could see through the material of her new T-shirt her hot-pink panties, and lacy bra. She looked good.

"I ain't used to being this clean. I don't feel like crap."

I purposely made my voice sound stern as I sensed the need to work on her communication.. "Say that again with good English."

"O.K. I'm not used to feeling this clean. It feels nice. Thank you."

"The next time you use rough language, I will take you over my knee, and teach you a lesson or two."

"I'm sorry." She walked over to the couch and plopped down beside me, flouncing her new haircut all the way. She really did look quite sassy. But as she sat she spread her thighs exposing her panty-clad crotch to my full view.

"Let's teach you also how to be a lady." I slid my hand up the inside of her leg until I cradled her pussy in my hand. "You are exposing all of this to my eyes, and that's not like a "woman". She reached down and grabbed my wrist, but allowed my hand to stay there. She slightly rubbed her body against my fingers. Her panties were already warm and moist.

"Remember I said total control for five days was the deal. I will reward you twice every day if you will learn good manners and good speech. But if your tongue or behavior slips, then you can expect me to spank your sassy ass each time."

"What's my reward?"

"A little bit of this," I commented as my fingers began to stroke the hot pink fabric between her legs. "Come on, straddle my lap while we play "lovers". She stood up and placed one leg on each side of my open lap and sat down. I reached up and took her face in my hands and drew it toward me. I could smell fresh mouthwash as I kissed her on the corner of her lips, and she wrapped her arms around my neck into a voluptuous embrace. My hand massaged its way down her back and found the elastic of her bikinis through her T-shirt, and began to teasingly pull on it. Then my hand continued on its downward course to where there was only a shred of fabric between the parted cheeks of her buttocks. The single layer of satin became slippery wet from excitement as my fingers tantalized the front of her vaginal lips to her anal opening. Her pelvis gyrated on my lap as she purred with pleasure. She began breathing hard, not able to kiss any longer, but hung on, gasping.

"What are you doing to me?", she panted, her face expressing both question and pleasure.

I placed my fingers on the front of her sopping crotch and pressed harder as my other fingers twisted at her sphincter through the thin, wet material. Her body was experiencing its first orgasmic spasm.

"OOhhh! OOOOOhhh! OOOOOHHHHHHhhh!" She completely lost control, slid off my lap, and landed on the floor, at first just catching her breath, and then bursting into laughter.

After her emotions settled down, she got back up, sat sideways on my lap, gazed at me seriously with her hazel-green eyes and asked again, "What did you do to me?"

"You have just had your first sexual experience. Did you enjoy it?" I really didn't have to ask. She flashed one of those electrifying smiles, and hugged my neck, then said, "But you only used your fingers, and I didn't even get my panties off!"

"I know." Her body was still trembling, but she began to relax and lay back on the pillow on the couch. In thirty seconds, Mandy was sound asleep. I covered her with a comforter, and went to bed.

I

My alarm woke me at 6 o'clock in the morning. I dressed, showered, ate cold cereal which I left out for my sleeping beauty on the couch, and went to the salon to work. My mind was not really on my work. I kind of worried about what might be going on at home. Finally, I called at lunch.

"Hello."

"Mandy?"

"Oh. It's you."

"Yes. I was just wondering what was happening in my apartment?"

"Oh, I just woke up an hour ago, took a shower, fixed my hair, and ate breakfast. I'm ready for the day, and ready for you to come home." I could hear the next-door neighbor dog barking. Mandy uttered a cuss word in his direction. Then she remembered.

"Whoops. I forgot. I'm sorry." There was a long pause. "Please give me another chance," she begged before I said anything.

"Well," I said calmly, "just be ready for your first spanking when I get home. Bye."

Work during the rest of the day flew by. I drove home, parked, and jogged up the stairs. When I opened the door, Mandy was standing in the kitchen, dressed in her cut-offs and a T-shirt, cleaning up the breakfast dishes. This surprised me, so I complemented her on her industriousness.

"Thank you. I appreciate you doing this for me."

She hugged me quickly, then stepped back and asked, "Are you still going to punish me?"

"Yes. We might as well get it over with so we can enjoy the rest of the evening. Go get the wooden body brush." Slowly she turned to get it from the bathroom, then returned with a pout on her lips, and handed me the brush.

"Take off your shorts." She did it slowly, trembling as they dropped to the floor. I sat down on the kitchen stool, and gestured to her.

"Bend over my knees." She laid her body over mine as I lifted her T-shirt, and slid her panties half way down her thighs, exposing her bare ass.

"Five smacks ought to start you on the road to a good life." She flinched as I patted her bottom with the flat back side of the brush and stated, "One." The second one was slightly harder than the first, and she tightened her cheeks again, squealing, "Ouch!" The next one popped quite loud. "OOOOwww! It stings," as she reached back and rubbed her ass. I gently lower her back down over my knees. Smack. This one hurt, and she started to cry.

"One more."

"No!" she pleaded, holding her bottom, but she obediently bent back over for the last swat, her ass writhing back and forth trying to avoid the - pop! The last one was the hardest.

"OOOOww! That stings!" she wailed as she stood straight up, squeezing her stinging cheeks with her hands, and forgetting about her nakedness. A honey-blonde patch of curly pubic hair covered her squirming mound. Then she noticed where I was looking, and reached down and pulled up her panties with a blush on her face.

"Come on," I gave her a hug. "Get dressed. Let's go out to eat, then I'll take you shopping." She came back out dressed in her Chic jeans.

II

We went to Hardie's for burgers and fries, and then to Dillard's for a shopping spree. She chose some leather boot-shoes, and I helped her pick out a nice white polyester blouse. She tried it on, and decided to wear it with her jeans instead of her T-shirt. She really looked sharp. Some of the other shoppers were giving her second glances as she sashayed down through the mall. Mandy was beginning to enjoy the new look.

"Let's go home. Will you teach me some more of last night's subject, please?" she pleaded coyly.

I smacked her derriere teasingly and scolded, "You naughty girl! Come on."

After arriving home, she scampered into the bedroom and closed the door. In a little bit, she came out wearing her new silky blouse without a bra, and a pair of baby blue bikini panties, and her new boots.

I stammered and said, "Excuse me, I think I will go and change too." I found my royal blue velvet lounger's jacket to wear over my matching silk boxers. I could tell by her eyes she liked what I wore, and what it might possibly mean for the evening's activities. I pulled down some champagne glasses and found a chilled bottle of unfermented Lear's in the refrigerator. I poured a little bit in each glass, enough for a toast.

"To an awakening of Amanda Sue Jones!" She just beamed one of those beautiful smiles, sipped slowly, then laid down her glass, and came over to me.

"Do you like me?"

"Yes, you're improving with every minute."

"Then let's get it on!!" She was very eager to please tonight. I motioned to her to lay her head on my chest as I leaned back on the couch. She curled up in front of me in my arms, and reached over her head to hug my neck leaving her breasts vulnerable to my playing fingers. I started stroking her quivering stomach through the sheer fabric from her navel to her sternum, then lingered at each button long enough to unfasten each of them.

Her nipples were already stiff from arousal as my fingers glided over them continuously. My fingers parted her blouse entirely, and slithered down her trembling abdomen to rub the front of her light blue bikini panties. She reached out her skinny legs, pulled the ottoman stool closer to the sofa, then parted her thighs wide. My fingers glided over the darkened wet patch between her legs and stroked her caged cunt through the silky light blue material. She moaned with ecstasy and thrust her torso upward, then reached down and grabbed my wrist to encourage my fingers to press harder against her clitoris. She sighed.

"Please, will you take off my panties tonight. I want to feel every caress you give my naked pussy."

"Only under one condition." I knew I had her hooked. "If I can shave you as smooth as a baby's bottom."

My fingers resumed stroking her glistening panties while she thought about my proposal. She got up, pulled her blouse back around her, and walked into the bedroom toward the bathroom door. Shortly, she came back without her boots on, carrying my can of shaving cream and my razor.

"O.K. but please be careful," she giggled.

I got up and she slouched down on the couch. Deliberately, I placed my fingers in the sides of her panties, and teasingly inched them down her hips and thighs. She lifted one knee to me to remove one side of her panties, and I deliberately left them on her other thigh as she spread her legs out as wide as she could. Her curly pubic hair was damp with musky, flowing juices. I dabbed a little shaving cream on my hand, and spread it on her fuzzy triangle, then slowly proceeded to shave her whole pelvic area until it was completely hairless. She reached down and caressed her bald mound with her fingers, and started giggling, but then her fingers kept stroking her glistening vaginal lips. Her other hand clasped mine and guided it to her wide open pussy.

"Please play with me like you did last night, and make me feel good."

"O.K. I'm going to make you come even better." I resumed my position behind her and pulled her legs up onto her chest. Then I recommenced fondling her new slick dehaired crotch. My fingers alternated between evading and teasing her wet love button, then attempted to enter her vaginal canal. I was astounded to find a hymen intact. I raised up.

"Mandy."

"Keep doing it." She grabbed my wrist, and guided my fingers back to her wet pussy.

"You are still a virgin."

"O.K." She paused, and then groaned in pleasure. "What does it feel like to be fucked? Does it feel as good as this?"

"Yes, and probably better."

"Then fuck me."

"But you are a virgin."

"Does that stop you? I want to know how it feels to fuck. Please fuck me!" Her guiding hands was pressing my teasing fingers harder onto her sopping cunt.

"I'm worried about hurting you when I tear your virginity." She wasn't listening anymore, she was breathing harder, and her body was nearing an orgasm. I backed my hand off her bottom, and bargained,

"O.K. I'll take care of you right now." She looked bewildered as I got up, stood her to her feet, and marched her into the bathroom. Her fingers were stroking her own crack as I reached under the sink and pulled out the box containing the combination enema/douche set. She clung to me as I opened the box, and unwrapped all the new parts, and threw away the packaging. Then I turned on the hot water faucet, and waited for the water to warm up.

Mandy twisted my neck around and kissed me hard, and asked with a twinkle in her eyes, "What are you going to do to me?"

"This water should be hot enough so you can just barely keep your hand in it," I told her. She put her hand under the water while I caressed the cheeks of her ass. Then I turned back, and removed the plug from the green two-quart hot water bottle while I told her, "Well, this will demonstrate what it feels like to be fucked, and maybe we can get you ready for the real thing at the same time."

Still playing with herself, Mandy backed away with a little apprehension. "It's hot enough." Her eyes were wide with astonishment as she watched me fill the bag about three-quarters full. Her fingers stroked her crotch a little more vigorously as I measured in two capfuls of mint blue mouth wash.

"Come over here and hand me that hose. Finally submitting to what was going to happen to her, she stopped masturbating, and stepped over beside me and handed me the hose and the adapter. Then she looked bewildered at the nozzles.

"Pick which one you want me to slip into your ass."

"Well," she contemplated, "Which one is most like your - you know?" She reached down, and for the first time acknowledged that I had a sexual organ by slowly fondling my obvious hardness while I spoke.

"The enema nozzle," I picked it up to show her, "is straight like me, and spurts out of the end of it, and the other one," I selected the douche nozzle, "is longer and thicker like my penis, but it is slightly curved and squirts the water out the sides of it. Now, you choose which one I'm going to slide up your butt." Her hand didn't stop. She was now caressing me like she was playing with herself before, but she was pondering her answer.

"O.K. The straight one. That other one looks too big." She picked up the little enema nozzle and handed it to me. Then she farted, and broke out in an uncontrollable giggle.

"You naughty girl. For that you will get spanked first!" I continued to hang the warm and brimming enema bottle on a shower curtain hook, and dangled its hose down into the tub. She was still laughing until I ordered her, "Bring me the brush!"

Then all went quiet. Slowly she crept over to the counter-top and fetched the long handled wooden brush that had been her punishing instrument before. As she stood in front of me, her fingers began rubbing at the bottom of her shaved mound again.

"I'm sorry," she started, "I didn't mean to. It was funny." It was dead silent. Her hand kept moving. I put the seat down on the commode, and sat down.

"Over my knee." She had experienced this before, and her naked body was trembling as she laid over my thighs. She touched the floor on the other side, and locked her knees together, positioning her bare ass was way up in the air.

"I want you to cover your pussy, so I don't slap it with this paddle." She obeyed, her fingers caging her vagina. I brought the brush down hard on her awaiting asscheeks. It smacked loudly, and she yelped. I aimed at her other cheek, and swung quickly. She screamed and started crying. She jumped to try to get up, but I easily held her down.

"Ouch! Ouch! OOOOww! OOOOWWWWWwwww!" she squirmed on my lap. Her hands came up to brush off the heat and pain from her burning back side. I watched her rub her blushing red bottom for a minute, then guided her hand back down to her wet cunt. Her fingers were more intense as she played with her slick pussy lips, and in a minute was moaning again in ecstasy. Swat! Again I administered a resounding slap to her defenseless bare ass. Slap! Her asscheeks tightened and flinched from the heat of the whack.

"OOOOOOwwww! Ouch! OOOOwww! No more! Please! Don't spank me any more! It hurts!" she screamed. But I restrained her from getting up again. After another minute of cooling off her rump I steered her rubbing hands back again to her shaved crotch. She quickly resumed masturbating her pussy, and thrusting her torso in anticipation of a near orgasm that had been delayed by the pain to her ass. I laid down the brush, and felt her breathe a sigh of relief, but then I resumed stinging her exposed ass and her upper thighs with my hand. Again she wailed.

"How much more are you going to give me?" she cried, her hot globes dancing and twisting.

"I don't know. Let's take your temperature and find out if your ass is hot enough to have learned a lesson on good manners." She stood up quickly, hoping to escape more blows, but in complete obedience to my wishes. "Go get the temperature gauge out of the aquarium in the studio - in the nude!" She blushed, but hurried to get the item. She was back in a flash carrying a pen-sized glass tube, tapered and weighted on one end.

"Come here, and put your hands on the bottom of the tub, and your ass up in the air." She quickly complied. I took my time in going over to the sink, opening up the medicine cabinet, taking out the jar of Vaseline, and dipping the red tip of the thermometer into it. I walked back over to where Mandy could see my fingers thoroughly greasing up the length of the 5 inch thermometer. Then I spread her pinkened ass-cheeks apart to reveal her quivering anal opening. Slowly I introduced the thermometer into her bottom. She squirmed, spread her thighs, and reached up to touch her private parts again.

"OOoohh! I've never had anything in there before. Sure feels better than a whipping." Her fingers increased their activity as I pressed the thermometer for more depth. Then I eased it back out a ways. Her ass began to gyrate with desire as I applied pressure to get it back in. I was fucking her anus with a thermometer gauge, and she was just about to get off on it.

"MMMMMMMmmmm. Keep doing that! AAAAAAhhhh!" Her fingers were milking her clitoris.

"Stop!" I commanded as I noticed she just about ready to explode. I pulled the thermometer out of her asshole quickly so it wouldn't send her off, and looked at the temperature recorded on it. 98.6. No change.

"Not warm enough yet. Stay bent over!"

"No, please don't spank me again!" Her red bottom squirmed away from me, but I patted her rump with my hand and guided her back to my reach. Then I caught the wriggling hose of the enema set and maneuvered the nozzle toward her quaking sphincter. I spread her cheeks wide and slowly inserted the smooth tip into her lubricated ass.

Be careful! It hurts! OOOOOOooo!" But in a few seconds her tightness relaxed, and I could ease the nozzle in and out a little easier. I sat down on the edge of the tub, and stood her up facing me. I rubbed her bare ass with one hand while stroking the nozzle in and out with the other. Once again she was getting worked up. I removed her hand from her shaved abdomen and replaced it with mine, so I could control the tempo of her tension. Her hands wrapped around my neck.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

Thinking I was about to let her come off, with pleading eyes she begged, "Please, yes!" I slid my hand up the rubber tubing, and released the cock with a click, then set it for a leisurely flow. As the water began moving, I slid the nozzle further into her rectum. Mandy's eyes lit up with dread for a second, but then she relaxed as she felt the liquid warm up and commence to fill her bottom. She bent a little further to accept more of the smooth straight nozzle.

"Oh! It's filling me up, and it's getting awfully warm!" She started to squirm and twist. My fingers kneaded her cunt and I pushed a finger up inside her unexplored vagina. Her thighs opened wider, and she encouraged me more with her writhing and gasps of pleasure. The hot enema bottle was about two-thirds empty, and she was feeling its effects.

"I can't take much more. Please stop the water. It's hot, and I can't hold it much longer!" but her body was still gyrating on my finger up her pussy. Quickly I slid my one finger out, and worked two back in. She jerked just once, gasped, and then exploded with a tremendous orgasm as my fingers fucked her virgin pussy. The hanging bottle twisted and gurgled, so I quickly removed both my fingers and the now dirty nozzle from her tender orifices. She rushed to the commode on shaky legs, and literally blow it all away with great noise and odor.

Then I noticed my fingers were a bit bloody. I knew what had happened. Mandy was no longer a virgin.

III

My mind went to thinking - the week-end had begun. Tomorrow night was the big show, and Mandy still had some lessons to learn in table manners. She had put on just a T-shirt and a clean pair of yellow panties. She curled up beside me in an infantile position, and slept like a baby. I awoke about 9:30. There was some stirrings around the house. I sat up and looked around at a clean tidy place. Mandy had obviously been cleaning for some time, for the apartment was spotless. She peered in, dressed in her loose jogging shorts and a high-cut T-shirt.

"Morning, sunshine! Breakfast is ready for the sleepy head!" I rose, showered, and arrived in the kitchen wearing just my silk boxer shorts. She had really done well with the cooking lessons, and most matters of etiquette. The sliding glass door was open to the patio, so I took my breakfast through the studio outside to eat, and sat on the lounge chair to enjoy. The sun was warm, so after breakfast I just stayed and laid in the rays for a tan. I called for Mandy to bring some baby oil. The warmth felt good.

I must have dozed off because I slowly awoke to sensations of being aroused sexually. I squinted through my eyes to see Mandy's fingers toying with my manhood, and guiding it ever so carefully out of the fly of my boxers. She measured out a bit of baby oil on the palm of her hand, and spread it around on her fingers. Then, oh, so softly, she wrapped her fingers around my engorging penis, and stroked all of her fingertips down its length until her palm cupped its head. Then slowly her fingers caressed their way back up.

I hadn't had such a hard-on in a long time. She wrapped her fingers completely around it, and measured its weight as it continued to grow. The sun was still warm, but her hands were feeling really toasty in the right places. She would alternate between petting me all over my exposed member and steadily stroking me to watch it grow tight, hard, and red. Moans started to come from my throat, and I felt my eruption starting to build.

Mandy had it all in control. She would slowly tease me with her fingertips until my heartbeat slowed a little, then back she would go to stroking me into a foam. I couldn't stand it any more without reciprocating.

"Turn around here. I want to play with your bare ass." She turned her back toward me, and I tugged on her shorts until they slipped down her long legs. I grabbed her hips, and turned her to straddle the lounge.

Her panties were already silky and wet, so I just stroked her slick pussy lips through them while she worked on my engorged cock with her hands. In about two minutes she was gyrating and moaning in pleasure, and the tempo of her caressing hand picked up. I had to do something else to distract her or else she would get a full blast of my come right in her face in just a few seconds.

I reached for the elastic waistband of her soaked panties, and slid them down as far as I could to take them off. Mandy stopped her motions long enough to step again to one side of the lounge and let her undies drop to her ankles. Mandy flicked them with her toes into a eye-catching wad on the deck. Then she straddled my body again, and I grabbed her bent thighs and brought them close to my face. I started distracting her again by just kissing the back of her thighs alternately, and making my way up closer and closer to her open pussy. She looked back at me, not knowing what to think, but then deciding in her mind since it felt good, not to stop me.

"Feels good!" she cooed, then went back to lightly fondling the protrusion that was sticking out of my shorts in front of her. Agonizingly slow, I brought my body kisses nearer their mark. My hands spread the cheeks of her ass wide, and my kisses invaded new territory. Now my tongue found the perfect little pinkish target to play with right in her sopping wet slit. She about went wild, and pushed back against my restraining hands.

"Oh, gawd, that feels so good! Mmmmmm! Let's see how you like it." She bent down, and began planting kisses on the head of my hardness, and then bending my penis toward her, continued kisses down the underside. Immediately my cock responded with a rush of new blood, and it stiffened even more, struggling against her fingers to stand up proud and erect.

Mandy giggled, and continued her barrage of mouthing my most vulnerable area. Again, I had to divert her focus before I would lose it. My tongue now pressed firmly as it made its way from the tip of her clitoris past her urethan opening and her tender vagina, to plunge deeply into her twitching sphincter, then back in deliberately slow cycles. She gasped to catch her breath, but then caught a new vision of what to do with her mouth. I felt her warm fingers aim my cock straight up, and her lips slipped all the way around its bulbous tip, and didn't stop. My hard-on was being lustily stimulated in a hot sucking environment. She was deep-throating me as if she had done it all of her life. I couldn't hold back any more. My whole body exploded with a climax that I hadn't experienced in years, and instead of worrying about choking her with my load, I stroked my tongue hard all up and down her crack. Her body shuddered, then gyrated on my tongue as she cried out in the throes of another orgasm.

We both stopped, silent for a minute, allowing our heart rates to slow back down. Then remembering where we were, she tucked my softened phallus back into my boxers, and I covered her bare ass with a towel. We slept for a little bit in the warm sun before stirring again.

IV

The next several hours were spent in intense training in the area of manners, conversation, and poise. By late afternoon her quick comprehension had transformed her into a completely different image, one of confidence and polish. Only once did she have to pull down her panties to expose her bare ass to the hair brush for an attitude adjustment.

I asked her to change into her yellow print summer mini-dress, then we left the apartment to select her outfit from a small boutique downtown. We walked in, and I introduced my friend to Abby, who had worked with me for a long time.

"Abby, I'd like for you to meet Amanda Sue." Mandy approached the counter.

"How lovely! Chad, where did you find this rare jewel?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Jewel, yes, and we have doing some considerable buffing on this "diamond-in-the-rough". Now, I want you to see what you can do."

"Great! Come over here. Let me take a closer look at you. Take off your dress, and let me get your measurements. You're about 5 foot 5, weigh 120 pounds, slim slightly muscular build, gorgeous highlights and sheen in your honey-blond hair, the cutest pixie nose, sparkling green eyes, dark complexion, slim shoulders, darling firm, young, pointed breasts, a perfectly triangular shaped back, a very slim waist, and firm well shaped derriere and slender, but not skinny thighs, with shapely knees and eye-catching calves. Chad, she's going to be easy to work with. What do you want to emphasize the most?"

"How about we go for her succulent breasts, neck, and her face?" Mandy blushed, but Abby nodded in agreement after studying her for a moment.

"A jasmine green ought to bring out her eyes and accent her hair color. I just can't get over it. She's gorgeous. I wish all my clients had this much potential to work with."

You could see Mandy's confidence increase as she listened to Abby's bantering. Soon a dark green velvet material and mini-suit pattern was selected for her showing tomorrow evening. Then Mandy stripped down to just her bra and panties for a close fitting. Abby had her bend this way and that to assure mobility in her figure-enhancing outfit.

I was noticing that there weren't any marks on her bottom from her spanking as Abby was commenting, "I think some white lace around the fringe of her collar would augment her facial features. Absolutely beautiful! Bring her back tomorrow at ten for your fitting. And don't wear panties with this outfit - the lines would show, only silky opaque-colored panty-hose. And I'm going to put a sheer gathered bloused neck in it, with pearls around a round neck, so no bra. We'll let those little things just stick out there! Maybe a short sequined jacket to top it off?" Abby giggled. She was having a ball.

I patted Mandy's ass as she passed through the door and kissed Abby good-bye. "She's a knock-out!"

"See ya' tomorrow."

V

We went out to eat in an expensive restaurant where I observed her training being put into practice. She had adapted to the grand life with extreme quickness, and was now acting like she had lived this way all of her life. Her conversation just bubbled with personality as we were really getting acquainted.

As we finished our drinks, her third nonalcoholic beer, she teasingly rubbed her thigh up against mine. She welcomed my hand wandering up inside her bare thigh as she giggled, groaned, and led me on by opening her thighs wider. My fingers were playing at the leg elastic of her panties when the waiter came by for the final check.

Mandy grabbed my hand through her dress and held it there until the unaware waiter left, then softly blurted out, "Take me home and fuck me!" My lingering fingers caressed the satin covered mound under her dress.

"You think you're ready, eh?" I teased.

"I'm so hot, I can't stand it any more!" she torted as she gently pushed me out of the booth and headed for the ladies rest-room.

I grabbed her arm, tried to look at her sternly, and instructed, "Nope! You'll have to wait until we get home," I ordered.

"But I've got to go now. I'll be right back." She somewhat resisted my grasp on her arm.

"No."

"I might have an accident before I get home," she whimpered.

"If you do, you will be properly punished."

Her face flushed, she turned toward the door and stormed to the car.

As we drove on I could tell she was indeed having a hard time retaining herself. Her crossed legs were pinching her crumpled dress tightly, and she was squirming on the leather seat. I parked, and she jumped out and almost ran to the elevator. Even though it had been historically slow, it opened about the time I arrived in my unhurried pace.

"Come on!", her eyes pleading, "Help me hold it!" One hand was lifting up the front of her dress and the other hand was pressing hard against her crotch. She dropped her dress and grabbed my hand, put it between her legs, and pressed on my hand. Her panties were damp, but not wet. My fingers instinctively began to massage her pussy, and I accepted her open-mouthed kiss. I knew this passion was partially because of our relationship, and partly because she didn't want to be spanked for wetting her panties.

The elevator opened, and we released our grips. She darted for the door as I purposely fumbled for my keys.

"Please hurry. I'm about to wet myself!"

She turned the knob and rushed in at the instant my key unlocked the door. Mandy rushed for the bathroom, but I heard her wail just before the door slammed shut. I waited in the kitchen for her return. Soon she peeked around the door holding her panties in her hand - soaked.

"And it's all your fault." She was angry, and yet scared because she knew she was soon going to have throbbing flanks for the second time that day. She blushed from her own outburst, then grabbed my hand, led me to sit down on the ottoman, and sprawled her body over my knee.

She raised the back of her dress to bare her naked bottom and sobbed, "Thrash me now while my butt is still wet."

Mandy arched her back and lifted the cheeks of her ass so high that her vaginal lips were peeping between her legs as she trembled in anticipation of my stinging hand. I reached for the back of her knee, and slowly slid my hand up her quivering thighs, then raised it high in the air. She yelped as I gently patted her tightly pinched ass, then moaned about her overreaction. I raised my hand again, and waited for her asscheeks to clench before I softly smacked her bare globes three more times in quick succession. She pretended to cry and whimper.

"I'm not going to thrash your butt yet. Your punishment will come later." Again she pretended to pout.

"Go take a bath. I'm going to lay out your nightie for you to put on." I traced her crack right down to her exposed pussy lips with my finger as I issued my instructions.

In a little while I could hear the water running and see steam coming out from underneath the bathroom door, then all turned real quiet. After a few minutes my curiosity peaked, so I gathered together her see-through red baby-doll gown and bikinis, thigh-high hose, and high heels and opened the door to the most lewd scene I could ever imagine.

Mandy was standing up in the tub of suds sliding the nozzle of the empty enema bag up inside her anus, her fingers masturbating her cunt, and gasping close to an orgasm. She was so absorbed in pleasuring herself that she didn't see me coming. My hand smacked her bare asscheek hard, sending soapsuds in all directions. She spun around, pulling her fingers out of her pussy, and rubbing her buttocks with an startled look on her face.

"Enough!" I rasped with anger in my voice. I spun around and left. I had to clear my head, so I stormed out the apartment door and headed outside for a walk.

VI

I realized I was becoming very attached to this baby bag lady whom had transformed into a madam butterfly during the last few days. My reactions were indicating that my feelings for Mandy were deeper than just lust of her impudent body.

The evening air was getting chilly, so after strolling for about ten minutes, I walked back to my car with a plan in mind. I pulled out of the garage, and turned toward town as I picked up my car phone and dialed home. Mandy answered on the third ring.

"Hello."

"It's me. I apologize for storming out mad. I'm going to pick up some supplies for tonight. There's a couple of Sharpe's beers in the refrigerator. Just make yourself comfortable until I get back." I paused, then said, "Only let me be the one pushing on your love buttons, eh?"

There was a choked sigh, then I heard her voice say, "I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our time together tonight. I'll be ready for you at the door when you come back."

"O. K. See ya then."

I went by the aquarium store to pick 8 feet of clear vinyl hose, and a flow indicator, and a precise regulator, then headed to the photo finishing shop to buy more mini-cam film. My last stop was the grocery store for two liters of club soda, more Sharpe's beer, and a plastic spatula. Mandy opened the door as I approached with the shopping bags in my hand. She was wearing my smoking jacket over her see-through red baby-doll, the tops of her thigh-high hose peeking out the hem, and spike heels. Her light-musk scent tantalized my nostrils as I leaned down to kiss her neck. She reached up with a quick embrace, and then eyed the contents of my bags.

"I'm clean, and anxious, and my fingers have behaved themselves while you were gone, but it was difficult." She had already opened another Sharpe's and was pouring it quickly into a large glass.

I quietly resumed to prepare for the evening. I started a fire in the black tiled fireplace in the bedroom. I loaded the camcorder, set it on a tripod, and aimed in the general direction of the night's action. Then I laid out 2 silk dress scarves, a glass quart jar, the hair brush, the new spatula, and the bottle of club soda near the bed. Then I turned on the camera, and called for Mandy. She came in carrying a near empty glass, and set it down on the lampstand.

"Now is the time." The fire was crackling in the fireplace. I sat down in the big chair at the end of the bed, and beckoned with my finger. She slowly ambled over and stood in front of me, sliding my smoking jacket off her shoulders onto the floor.

The scent of her perfume wafted through the air as I gazed upon this ravishing creature. Her hair lay neatly parted, and curled under just begging for hands to lift it in its place, and bangs perfectly combed. Her exquisite face lightly made-up, bright sparkling green eyes, turned-up nose, small alluring lips tinted discreetly dark to match the tone of her skin. Her bare shoulders and arms were relaxed. The fragile lace of her baby-doll lay just above her petite buoyant breasts, with soft nipples barely a different shade from her skin. A tight belly button drew my eyes down her hour-glass form to her lace-trimmed French-cut bikini panties - white lace on sheer red tricot that puckered at the top seam, and molded around her shaved mound. With no inside lining, a conspicuous fold revealed her wanton cleft.

"You have been a very naughty little girl. You need to be punished. Do you agree?" Mandy bit her lip, and nodded her head. "How much do you think you deserve?" I felt her body start to quiver as I placed my hands around her waist, and drew her to me.

She shrugged, then confessed, "I've been very naughty, so you need to spank me - fifty times."

"O.K." By this time, she was slightly shaking, so I turned her around, sat her down on my knees, and leaned her back against my chest, and laid her head next to mine. The fabric of her baby-doll felt silky as I stroked my hand over her perky breasts. Almost instantly, she became excited, and her nipples hardened from the caressing of my fingers. I tweaked, teased, softly twisted, and petted as she groaned and began to squirm in my lap.

"Be careful. My nipples are tender, but it does feel so good!" She placed her hands over mine to direct my petting toward her panties. She kicked off her heels, planted her feet on my knees, and eagerly spread-eagled her legs. My hand slithered down her trembling belly, hooking once in her navel, and ambled teasingly down toward her awaiting slit. She moaned with desire as I stroked through her mound with my fingers, very gently grazing her sensitive pussy lips.

VII

The log in the fireplace popped, making Mandy glance up. Then she spotted the camera and the red light on the front indicating that it was running. She jumped straight up, and stood in front of me in astonishment.

"I didn't know you were filming this." She blushed, trying to cover herself with her hands. She looked around more and spotted my collection of items near the bed. "And when are you going to use these?"

"Starting now." I got up, picked up the two scarves, and ordered, "Come over here."

"Nooo!" she whined as I tied one end of each scarf to her wrists, then the other end to one side of the bed post so she could be bent over my knee in the chair, and yet get up on the bed. I moved her around so she was laying with her ass over my lap.

"How many times did you say?" compelling her to repeat herself as I rubbed her defenseless buttocks through the translucent fabric of her panties.

"Uh - fifty!"

"O.K. Start counting." I raised my hand and slapped her round bottom with a restrained flick of my wrist. All was calm. Again my hand struck, a little more resounding. Still composed. I swatted her ass-cheek again. This time there was some displeasure in her voice as she squeaked out, "Three!" On four and five the flesh on her butt began to crawl, and her counting came a little more pronounced.

Number six I changed cheeks, and strengthened my controlled slap.

"Six!" Pause, then, "Ouch! Go easy!" Then I let one rip pretty good just to remind her that she was in no position to be supervising her own spanking.

"OOoww!" she yelped, her ass writhing into a different position. "Seven!" Eight and nine were progressively harder. Mandy lost control of the counting, and started whimpering. Spank number ten was the most intense. I could feel the heat coming off my bare hand as she jumped, and attempted to reach back with her secured hands.

"Owwwwww! That feels just like my bottom is on fire! I'm supposed to stand 40 more spanks like that?" She was really sobbing.

"Well, I'll tell you what. I'll only give you 10 at a time, and then let your ass cool off for five minutes between rounds." Her response was just a subsiding whimper.

I virtually tossed her over onto the bed while I got up to find some bath powder, my kitchen timer, and another virgin beer for Mandy. She sat up close to the bedposts and reached for the glass as I brought it in. Her sniffles were almost over. She guzzled down about half of the glass before coming up for air. I set the timer for two more minutes and piled up several large pillows near me. Then I picked up the box of bath powder and placed it nearby.

The timer went off. Mandy set down the glass, and began pleading, "No, please, no! Oh, why did I say fifty?" I stood up and steered her into position standing on the floor, but bending over the pile of pillows. What a sight!

Her wispy bikini panties hardly concealed anything. I ran my hand up the back of her thighs, massaged her backside, then pulled the scanty seat of her panties up tight between the cheeks of her ass to expose her trembling bottom. Then I filled the powder puff with powder and dusted her bare behind until it was white all over.

This time I picked up the hairbrush and commenced to spank her ass gradually more intense until 10 more stings were inflicted on her unprotected derriere. How she pleaded, begged, writhed, and squirmed to escape the heat coming from the swift blows of the brush. Her bottom glowed a faint pink as I stopped on number ten, and laid down the hairbrush.

She retarded her sobbing enough to blurt out, "I've got to pee, and I've got to go bad!" She was twisting around again, trying to prevent her embarrassment.

"O.K. But I'm not going to untie you. You're going to have to pee into this jar!"

"What? Why?" She blushed with shame and humiliation.

"O.K. I'll give you a choice. It's either the jar, or the two quart enema bag." She thought for a moment while pinching her buttocks, struggling to hold it in.

"Please bring me the bag, quick!" I sauntered into the bathroom, opened the cabinet under the sink, and removed the combination enema/douche & bulb syringe set, and brought it back to the bedroom. Slowly I removed the two-quart rubber hot water-bottle, and unscrewed the lid. Then I slowly slid Mandy's panties down past her knees and let them slide to the floor. She spread her thighs, and I held the water bottle in place at her crotch.

"Aaagh!" Her pee gushed into the opening of the bag, almost overrunning it. The warm stream flowed until the bottle was beyond half full.

Her eyes widened as I lifted the heavy rubber bag up to show her how much, then I capped it and placed it aside just as the timer chimed its little message again.

"Roll over," was my command. I assisted her movements until she was on her back straining against the scarves, her head propped up so she could see, and her ass slightly hanging over the end of the bed. I stood up, then returned from my closet with two old, wide ties. Mandy was lying there with the most dumbfounded look on her face.

"Hold up your foot." I caught her ankle and loosely but securely bond it with one of my ties, then repeated the same process with the other. Then I tied the other ends to the bedposts along side the scarves. This forced her knees to come close to touching her breasts. She looked like she was ready to have her diaper changed. Her naked bottom was completely open. Mandy tried to keep her legs together at first, but desire won out as I ran my finger down the back of her extended thigh.

I picked up the plastic spatula in the other hand, and announced, "Let's see how you handle a little pleasure with your spanking." My fingers opened her puffy vaginal lips, and caressed her slick clitoris unrelentingly. Her ass began to churn from the stimulation.

As soon as she began to undulate, I popped her upturned cheeks with the spatula slowly three times spreading the swats all over tight ass and the back of her thighs. Each slap really smacked loudly and left behind a blushing pink spot.

"OOOOOOuch! Oooowww! It hurts! My ass burns! Please stop!"

"I will keep caressing your pussy, but I will also sting your bottom every time you wiggle until we get to ten!"

"No! Please don't spank me any more!"

I resumed to fondle her slippery vulva, especially her wee love bump situated very front and center. She spread out her thighs so I could stimulate her even more. She hissed through her teeth and gasped, and did very best to not move, but her aching body would shudder at the touch of my finger, and crave for more pressure on her clit.

"I can't help my movements, please just glide your finger over my wet pussy oh so gently, and bear down just a little more, and make me come off. Please fuck my wet pussy with your fingers! You've got me so wet and hot. Please don't blister my behind anymore, please. Just fuck me, and make me come!" Her body was giving in to her message, and her wide open ass was gyrating against my finger.

"Oh, that feels so good!" Instantly my other hand swatted her tender bare cheeks another three whacks with the spatula, well distributed all over her backside.

"Ooww! Ouch! That doesn't feel good. It stings! Stop spanking me, please! I am so sore. My ass aches all over."

But as soon as I touched her wet clitoris again, her bottom twitched and danced eagerly for lustful relief. Once more I commenced to smack her ass until the last four stings were administered on her bare round globes. Mandy howled, pleaded, begged, writhed, and twisted to avoid the painful spanks. Her ass and thighs were splotched with small round pink marks.

VIII

I reached down and lightly kissed the back of her thighs. "You're ten are finished. Five minutes rest. Let's give your beaten bottom a little enjoyment. How about a little fucking?"

"Oh, yes! Please fuck my eager pussy! Please! I can't wait! Fuck me, please!"

"O.K. Your punishment just changed. As long as you can hold this in, my big cock will become your play toy." I held up the large 8 ounce syringe bulb tipped with a black, slender, bat-shaped enema nozzle.

"Anything is better than whipping my butt another stroke!" She relaxed and laid back, but watched me with curiosity as I opened the club soda and filled the glass jar clear to the top with the cold liquid. Her naked anus began to twitch as I reached for the K - Y jelly, and greased up the long narrow nozzle, then daubed the rest on her asshole.

I loaded the large douche syringe with about a third of the jar, then swiveled it up, pinched out the air and dipped it in again to top it off. My fingers spread her trembling orifice, and I lifted the syringe into position.

"Ready?" I queried.

"It makes me feel like a little baby," she admitted. To avoid spilling any of the liquid before getting it into her butt, I slowly maneuvered the nozzle up to her quivering cavity, modified the angle, then eased the tip past her tight sphincter ring and into her rectum. I kept pressing the black nozzle to her nether hole until about four inches had disappeared. She gasped as I reversed its direction and started to remove it almost down to the tip, then slowly back in again. Her anus was quaking nervously in distress. I squeezed the bulb firmly, and could hear the liquid effervesce as it rushed thorough the nozzle and into her rectal canal.

"OOOOHHhhh! That's cold! And I feel like I'm blowing up!" She pinched her cheeks together firmly in an attempt to hold on to the fluid while I removed the tapered pipe.

"Now comes the fun part!" I stood back where she could see me, and seductively slid down my red briefs, permitting her to see all. As I walked over to her spread legs, I weighed my manhood with my hands, and felt it engorging itself with blood. My fingers guided my bulbous tip to touch her first on the inside of her leg, and slowly slither down her thigh until it almost reached her pubic triangle. Then I picked it up and started down her other leg.

"Oh, you're so big and tantalizing, and so luscious! I could eat you up!" My penis twitched with a new surge of blood until it attained its full length and capacity of 8 inches long. I slid my heavy throbbing pole down her thigh again, and nestled it right at the top of her slick-shaven mound. Each spasm of excitement caused its tip to jerk up and down the length of her vaginal lips, rubbing against her enlarged sensitive clitoris.

"Oh, put it all the way up inside my aching pussy, and fuck me! Please, don't just tease me like this! Screw me!" I just grinned with pleasure, and kept poking around her slippery love passage with my hot cock. I noticed she hadn't complained much about the gassy liquid in her belly, so after stroking her pussy until she came close to an orgasm, I backed off and filled the large bulb syringe again with more chilled club soda.

"No, please no more!" She clamped her legs together, and tried to squirm out of reach, but I caught her ankle, and forced her to bend back over. "No, I can't hold it!" But I spread the cheeks of her ass and stretched open her anus, and slowly reintroduced the slickened black nozzle between her trembling globes.

"No!" but another 8 ounces were invading her already full lower colon. Again I could hear the fizz as I squeezed to empty the contents of the enema syringe.

"Oohh! OOoohh! It coming back out! I can't hold it! No more! Oh, gawd! I'm going to lose it! Please untie me! I've got to go ...! Hurry! It hurts! I can't hold it any longer! Please!" She rolled over and clenched her cheeks so tight they were turning white, and she was groaning loudly.

"O.K. But I'm going to help you prevent losing your water by putting my finger up inside your rectum." Mandy nervously released her grip as I slid my finger between her fleshy orbs and into her anus. Her sphincter muscles clutched my finger so tightly there was no chance of any gassy liquids escaping. With deft motions I released the slip knots that were fettering her wrists and ankles, and we quickly trudged into the bathroom, grunts accompanying every step.

"O.K." was all she said as we stood in front of the commode. I withdrew my finger as rapidly as her rectal muscles would allow, and she whirled around. The gas and cold fluid erupted from deep inside her bowels. She held onto her abdomen for a long time as she eliminated all of the liquid. Her face and skin looked pale, and she moaned in discomfort.

But soon all subsided, and Mandy was ready to play again. She reached for my hanging semi-flaccid member, wrapped her fingers around it and began to arouse a surging erection.

"Let me taste while I rest, please?" Her eyes pleaded for a time out. I stepped forward. She unsnapped her see-through baby-doll and let it drop to the floor. Then she drew me close to her left breast and nudged my penis in a circle around her nipple. It was throbbing in her hand. She alternately squeezed gently and relaxed her grip, teasing my cock to a higher plane. Then Mandy lifted it to her lips, and with her tongue moistened the head starting at the tip and spiraling around until she pulled it into warm wet mouth. I could feel it pulsating with new energy as she sucked my shaft deeply down her throat.

"OOOoohh! You don't know what you are doing to me! It feels so good!" Then she backed out, lifted it up and licked the underside with her twirling tongue. Her sensuous fingers brought my mushroom back to her lips to fuck her mouth in short rapid strokes until I was approaching a tumultuous orgasm.

"Quit! You're going to make me come. Finish up here so we can complete the rest of your punishment." I pulled back out of her reach, turned and walked out. "Hurry up, I won't wait long."

IX

Soon Mandy came out of the bathroom with her baby-doll gown back on. I beckoned to her with my finger and pointed to the bed. Obediently she walked up the edge and bent over. I grasped the sides of the thin elastic band of her bikinis, and slithered them down her thighs again. Besides the potty ring on her rear, I noticed how blushed her fanny was still from her last spanking. "How many more do we have to go?" I queried. There was a pause.

"Ten more." I picked up the wooden hairbrush off the bed, held it high for her to see, then brought it down on her tender upturned bare bottom with a stinging whack. Mandy screamed, reached for her smarting asscheek with her hands and tried to wipe away the pain.

"You lied! And that one didn't count. Tell me the truth. How many?"

"Twenty!" Mandy confessed, "but please don't spank me twenty more times. I can't stand any more. I'll do anything. I'd rather you give me a two-quart enema than spank me - I'll trade you for the twenty whacks you still owe me, please.

"You can't hold two quarts, your body is too small. You'll never make it!"

"O.K. If I don't, you may whip me with a rose switch!"

"Where am I supposed to get a rose switch?" Mandy stood up, slid her panties back up, walked over to the window and reached behind the curtain. In her hand was, sure enough, a green, limber, rose branch lined with bumpy, but sharp thorns.

"You see, I went on a walk too. I had already decided that I would permit you to thrash me with this! But my ass is so sore - please fill my butt with water instead!"

"Alright. But it will be my way - two whole quarts of slow, hot, soapy pee while you lay on the bed on your back with your hands tied to your ankles. I'll keep you from getting bored during that slow flow of water by tantalizing your sensitive vulva with my tongue. I'm gonna eat your cunt!" Mandy giggled as she fingered her crotch.

"Follow me," I instructed, handing her the green water bottle filled with her pee, then picking up the combination set box, my new tubing, the flow indicator, and headed for the bathroom.

"Go get the thermometer." By the time I turned on the hot water faucet to warm up the water, she was back with the aquarium thermometer. I cut a foot long piece off the new clear hose and connected it to the flow indicator, then to the adapter that goes into the top of the enema bottle. Then I attached the rest of the hose to the base of the gadget, placed the stopcock in place, wrestled on the douche nozzle from the syringe set, and let it drop to the floor.

I unscrewed the cap from the half-filled enema bag, and stuck the thermometer in the neck for a moment. Then I held it up to read it. 90 degrees. Then I handed the thermometer back to Mandy, who stuck it under the flowing water and held it there for another moment.

"OOOhh! It's real warm, almost hot on my fingers." "Let's see." She raised it up to examine.

"100 degrees."

"Hotter." I adjusted the faucet. Mandy tested the water again.

"130." Her eyes widened in astonishment.

"O.K." That would make the average temperature 110 degrees. Just right.

"But that's too hot!" I ignored her protest.

"Hand me the soap." She stuck the bar of soap into the funnel-shaped neck of the rubber bag, and allowed the water to run over the bar. The hot milky fluid soon filled the rest of the bottle until it bulged out and appeared underneath the soap bar. She handed me the assembled coil of hose, and I screwed it into the steaming bottle. It was almost uncomfortable to handle, so I grabbed its hanging tab, and carried it to the side of the bed.

"Mandy, take down that shower curtain down to lay over the bed." She obediently unhooked the nylon curtain and draped over the middle of the high bed.

Now, a place to hang this enema bottle, I thought. I looked around, and spotted the clothes hook on my bureau located right next to my bed. Just the right height. The bottle swung jerkily on the hook causing the long tube to waggle in the air.

I sat down on the edge and drew Mandy to me again. As I patted her panty-covered fanny, she nervously hugged my neck, stuck out her behind, and softly cooed, "Fill her up, doctor! Fill it with lots of hot water! Fuck my ass with that big nozzle!" So I lowered her panties again, patted her bare cheeks, stood up and swung her around onto the bed on her back. She placed her hands on her knees as I picked up a scarf, and tied them all together securely with a slip knot, causing her not to be able to part her knees. There she lay, her pink naked ass tied and exposed, her anus and pussy unguarded.

I retrieved the shiny, black, curved, but untapered douche nozzle off the carpet. Its end was very rounded, and you could see the ducts inside made to twist and whirl the liquid just before it courses through the opening. The little white tube of K - Y jelly was handy on the bed-stand, and I leisurely lubricated the full length of the black tube with much flourish. What was left on my finger I coated her trembling pinkish-brown puckered orifice.

"Hurry up, and fuck me with that thing!" she quivered in anticipation. It looked way too thick to enter her asshole as I placed the tip at her opening, so I started to rotate the end into her small cavity, slowly applying pressure. I could see her sphincter resistantly yielding, perhaps an inch. She took a deep breath.

"Stop, that hurts! Go slow, it's too big!" I kept twisting and rotating the knobby tip into the same area, but lowered my face down between her tethered thighs, and stuck out the tip of my tongue. Her vaginal lips were glistening with love dew. She struggled to spread her legs apart as my tongue just molded its way into her soft hot groove, and toyed with her delicate folds. Soon she was swiveling her bottom, and breathing hard. The pressure of the long black enema tip was still focusing on her anus, which at last dilated enough for it to enter her rectal canal about an inch.

"OOhh! It's in!" She thrashed her open labia up and down quickly against my tongue, cherishing the sensation. My tongue proceeded lighter as I continued to insert the douche nozzle into her rectum.

"It's tight in there, but fuck me deeper!" She rocked her torso down onto the nozzle, causing another inch to disappear between her globes. Mandy danced and thrashed around, striving to work it all into her bowels.

"More!" she pleaded. By now she had impaled all but an inch and a half, and it was slipping in and out, in and out. She was gasping and craving for release.

"O.K. Babes. All that pee is coming back into your butt!" I slid my hand up the hose and released the stopcock, and adjusted it until the flow indicator showed a gentle course of fluid filling her insides.

"Ooooohh, I feel it filling me up!" The nozzle was thrusting in and out of her stretched sphincter. "It's getting warm!" Her asscheeks were alternately clutching and releasing.

"You've got a long way to go, so sit back and relax." I withdrew the tip until there was only an inch in her anus so she could experience the sensations of the hot swirling fluid. She lay still for a few minutes, afraid that the tip would slip out. I could hear the water gurgling its way through her lower colon. I looked up and noticed that Mandy had taken in half of the hot irritating liquid. She began to groan with discomfort.

"Please distract me by kissing my pussy. I'm getting really full, and it's starting to hurt!" I used the tip of my tongue to pinpoint the location of her clitoris. Her aroused love button swelled, and protruded even further from her slick labial lips. My tongue focused its stimulation on that peak at the top of her vaginal lips. She panted, and gasped, rocking back and forth, thoroughly experiencing the mixture of pleasure and irritation. The liquid was sloshing around in her belly and her buttocks muscles were flexing and loosening as her whole bottom churned on the discharging nozzle.

"Oh, fuck me with that thing! I'm so full, I can't hold much more. Please do something!" My tongue was flicking her clit furiously, and her gyrations were keeping pace. She was breathing hard, and her body began to twist and bend out of control.

"OOOoooohh gawd! I'm coming! OOOooohhh! OOOoohh! I'm going to lose it!" she squealed, "OOOooohh gawd! OOOooohh!" Quickly I reached up to turn off the stopcock on the hose, but it wasn't necessary. The green rubber hot-water bottle had gone completely flat. She was holding the whole two quarts in her bowels, and her lower abdomen was quite distended.

"Please help me to the pot - I've got to lose this load!" she cried. This time I just slipped the knot that was binding her, pressed three fingers firmly against her anal opening, and aided her off the bed, and into the bathroom. We made it just on time. The warm pee had done its job on her bowels, and it took a long while to empty all of the two quarts out of her system.

When she finished, Mandy came out and laid down on the bed while I bathed her clean with a warm wet washcloth. Mandy curled up almost immediately in a little ball, and went sound to sleep, totally in the nude. I crawled in beside her, and slept soundly until it was light.

X

I woke to the sound of the front door opening. Mandy was coming back in from her morning five mile jog. Her arms and legs glistened with sweat as she leaned over the bed and silently kissed me and hurried into the shower, leaving the door open. I could see Mandy parting back the shower curtain, adjusting the water temperature, then stripping off her sneakers, jogging shorts and T-shirt. Her naked body appeared exquisite through the cloudy steam. She disappeared into the shower and I got up to fix breakfast.

The phone rang. It was Abby bubbling the good news that Mandy's dress was ready and to come for a fitting at 10 am. Apparently hearing the phone, Mandy excitedly burst in the kitchen, catching the last part of the conversation - wet, and wrapped in a loose towel.

"My, aren't we fresh and in a big hurry today!" She flashed me one of those electrifying smiles and inquired anxiously, "What did she say? Is it ready yet? When can I go and try it on, huh?"

She was dancing around like an impatient puppy. Teasingly, I grinned and retorted, "What's it worth to you? What will you give me for this juicy bit of news?" She pondered for a moment, then she began to unloosen the knot of her towel above her breasts.

Seeing what she was about to do, I told her, "O.K. You can go try on your dress at 10 o'clock." She squealed with delight, dropped the towel on the floor, and unashamedly naked, wrapped her arms around my neck, and stuck her tongue half way down my throat in a passionate kiss. I ran my hands down her wet back and tweaked her bare ass cheeks. She twisted away with "Quit!" and ran to the bedroom to get dressed. She donned a T-shirt made just long enough to be a mini-dress, and some pantyhose with a white panty, then came out to eat breakfast.

Again I instructed her as she applied her make-up, and I set her hair. At 9:30 she was ready, and really looked sharp.

Abby was ecstatic, and met us at the door. She pulled Mandy into the back room, and said, "Excuse us ladies!"

I waited for only a few minutes while listening to the girls jabbering. I couldn't see them, but I could hear -

"Mandy, you've got the most darling little ass I've ever seen, and your little knockers are ready for ripe plucking!"

"Aw, your just making that up to make me feel good."

"No, ma'am. I may have said it before, but what I'm eyeing here now tops anyone I've ever seen. And that's the truth!"

The curtain opened and out walked a vision of perfection. This was the girl I took off the streets 5 days ago - now look at this fresh young beauty.

XI

The evening slipped up quickly. At 5:00 I put the final touches on her hair, and her make-up. It was time for the show. Mandy left my apartment wearing only a long sleeved plaid cotton shirt that buttoned all the way up the front, her pantyhose, her heels, and a gorgeous face. We arrived at the show, and Mandy disappeared backstage to prepare. I joined the audience, and found a place right up under the stage. My camera was ready for all the action.

Out they came. With the blare of music and lights, the pretty girls displayed the new fashions of the year made by the local designers. I aimed my camera and froze hair styles, color splashes of fabric, and lots of leg and underwear onto film. Blondes with long hair, brunettes with cropped hair, long skinny legs in all taupe colored pantyhose all were caught in my camera lens. A few of them were quite cute, especially a thin red-head with a saucy haircut.

Then Mandy sauntered out in her emerald velvet mini-dress. The white sheer collar lined with miniature pearls bounced as her loose young breasts jiggled under the thin fabric. Her undaunted beaming smiles gave her an expression of innocence which paradoxed her ravishing young body. Like a fawn she came lightly prancing down the gangplank flashing her long shapely legs toward my camera. She purposely allowed only a peek of white panty to show as she passed me by. She was more coy about exposing her underwear, which made her more desirous yet. The outfit matched her appearance perfectly - a stunning beauty. The audience's applause raised to a great crescendo as she left the platform.

The rest of the show was bland in comparison. After the curtains closed, the models came onto the floor dressed in the designs. Mandy was quickly swallowed up with onlookers, asking her questions about herself and her designer. Abby eventually made her way to Mandy's side, and fielded many of the technical inquiries, and took many orders as a result of the fantastic blend of design and model.

Soon the floor was cleared, and the dance band re-assembled to play current funky hits for disco dancing. All of the models went into motion, finding partners, and gyrating to the music and the lights. Quickly the floor was filled with undulating bodies - all having a great time, and Mandy was right in the middle of all of them. Two or three of the guys really took a liking to her and took turns dancing with her. I was fairly close, and frequently she would beam one of those excited smiles in my direction, letting me know she was having a good time.

By and by the tempo changed, and the dancing became closer. Mandy was now down to one young man who knew how to dance closely. During the dance his hands would slip down and linger on her ass, and she would just pull in closer to him, look up at me, and blow me a kiss. Her nipples were erect and protruding through the thin material of her dress. Then her partner's hand shifted to lifting the short hem, and gliding his hand into the crotch of her pantyhose. Her eyes lit up, and she intertwined her arm with his to camouflage what he was doing. It wasn't long before she was panting, not because of the dance, but because she was getting turned on. She glanced over at me, and shoved his hand away from her fondled panties.

The music stopped, and he disappeared into the crowd. She sashayed over to me, perspiration gleaming on her face, and said with a twinkle in her eye, "Let's go home! I've got something for you, and you're going to miss it if we stay here."

XII

Half way home, Mandy took my hand from the gear-shift, and guided it down the inside of her thigh to the slippery crotch of her pantyhose. My fingers started to explore, and she began to moan in pleasure.

"You'll be sorry if you make me come before you get me home!" But her hand still pressed mine against her wet cunt. Fortunately, I had to remove my hand to shift and round the last corner to the apartment.

She reached around me and just held me close as the elevator lifted us to the fourth floor. Then she feigned like she was running away from me as we entered my pad. She closed the bedroom door, and stated she was dressing.

I was a little disappointed when she came out donned the same flannel shirt she had left in earlier. She jumped into my arms, nearly bit my ear, and whispered, "Make love to me please!" My arms caught her coming down, and I detected that she wasn't wearing anything else but a garter, and a sheer pair of bikini panties.

"Come on, baby! I've waited too long for this! I want you to fuck the living daylights out of me!" Mandy began unbuttoning the bottom of her shirt, revealing her wet pussy right through the transparent fabric of her sheer white panties. Her fingers were pressing on her open crotch as I leaned over to read the message on her black and red garter. It said - YES!

"Come on!" She sat on edge of the dining table, and twisted on her nipples with one hand, and stroked her hot cunt with the other while I slowly took off my shirt and lowered my pants. Ever so unhurriedly did I peel down my briefs, and expose my already swelling self.

Mandy gasped as she noticed how big my hard cock was getting. She began masturbating her pussy with renewed energy in preparation for the first fucking of her life.

"Here. Prop yourself up, so you can watch my penis slide in and out of your hot pussy!" She put the pillows behind her head as I stood in front of her tossing my engorgement from one side to the next.

"O.K. Your panties are so wet I can see right through them. Take them off." She slithered them half way down, stepped out with one leg, and then the other. The YES garter was still there. I caught her extended leg and laid my heavy eight incher at the top of her knee. Mandy's fingers wandered back to her wet pink pussy as my dick pulsated its way up the inside of her thigh.

"Come on! Don't make me wait any longer. My fingers are going to make me come before your luscious cock reaches my pussy." She reached down and caressed the topside of my penis with her cunt-moistened fingers, causing me to become so rigid I thought I would exploded. Anxiously she pressed the head of my penis right into her hot cavity, spreading her thighs even wider as she stroked its tip up and down her slick hot vagina.

"Oh, that feels so good! I want you all the way up in me deep right now! Fuck me!"

"Whoa, hot girl! I want to make a woman out of you, but love-making is something that gets better the longer you can make it linger." I was sliding my rod the full length of her vaginal lips without penetrating her, and especially teasing her clitoris.

"It's kinda like music, it builds and builds until at last you can't help it - you explode like cymbals with a powerful orgasm - which gives me an idea. I'm going to put on some music, to see if you can outlast it."

As much as I didn't want to move away from between her sweet thighs, I pulled away to put Maurice Ravel's "Bolero" on the stereo. It accomplished two things. I cooled down so I wouldn't explode in the next two minutes, and the music would cover up what ever noises we were going to emit in our love-making.

When I came back, Mandy had taken two chairs and spread them out close to the table. She was turned around and had one knee on one, and one on the other with her mooning ass up in the air. She was still slowing stroking herself, now to the rhythm of the music, and softly moaning, "Please hurry back! I miss your hot pole caressing my clit!"

The accompanied flute was playing its sensuous tune softly, as I pulled up the ottoman up between the chairs and softly applied my tongue and mouth to her bald open cunt.

"Oh, gawd! I love your tongue! Suck on my love button, and eat me, but not too long 'cause I'm so hot I'm ready for your hard cock to fuck me already! Within seconds, Mandy could no longer hold still, and started to rotate her sweet spot on my tongue. She began to pant between little bursts of pleasurable giggling.

The oboe took over the captivating melody just a hint louder, so I backed off with my tongue and just used my finger, sliding all around her labia, lightly tapping her clitoris in tempo with the stereo, and introducing my finger into her pussy opening. She gasped and writhed as I inserted my finger in one inch, teased all the way around, then pressed my finger in two inches and back out for another cycle. Her vagina was exuding plenty of slick juices and I could now think about working in two fingers.

In the background, the trombone commenced sliding around on the same luscious tune. I patted Mandy protruding ass cheeks, and instructed her to lay back down on the table, the way she was before.

Her eyes were pleading as she begged, "Please fuck me more with your fingers, darling, I love it!" I slid a small pillow under her buttocks so her torso was in line with mine. My own sex tool had calmed enough to where I was not pulsating and rigid, but still heavy and engorged. I laid my eight inches right on her upraised crack, and slowly started to saw it back and forth, slickening the bottom side of my penis with each stimulating stroke.

Two instruments joined in duet as I gripped the head of my excited cock, and dragged it through her swollen vaginal lips, then lowered my aim so it would be raking over her anus between the stretched globes of her ass.

"Fuck me!"

Oblivious to her cooing, two of my fingers caressed past her clitoris and pressed into her wanton pussy. Mandy gasped to catch her breath as I thrust my fingers deep, then slowly manipulated them around inside her love hole, withdrawing my fingers leisurely to invade again.

"Fuck me with your cock!"

I could feel her inner muscles contract with involuntary spasms as my two fingers fucked her open bottom, and her anus would contract against my cock wedged between her slippery cheeks. I knew she was as ready as she could get, and so was I. The orchestra increased in volume.

I removed my fingers and placed her feet up on my shoulders, and positioned my penis in the center of her hot cunt, and applied a small amount of pressure.

"Oh, gawd! Please fuck me!"

The percussion section was becoming assertive, and our movement of our bodies was intertwined with the chant of the music.

Mandy reached down and gripped my huge member and pressed it into her slick vagina. She gasped wildly, and cried out, "You're so big! I want you to fuck me with that big thing, but I don't know if I can take it. Please fuck me, but go slow. I don't want it to hurt. I want to enjoy every inch of your thick cock. Oh, gawd, fuck me!" Her fingers had already worked another inch into her slippery, but tight cavity. Her fingers wrapped around the rest of my penis, and stroked it, as she rocked on what she could get inside her.

"Oh gawd! You're so big, and it feels soooo good. Please don't stop, just keep fucking me, and get it all in. I promise you I will be a good fuck!"

I tried to calm her down. "Just relax! Let nature take its course. Just take it easy and enjoy it." The music increased in volume. I stationed my finger against her stretched clitoris to arouse her even more. She let go of my penis, and started thrusting on the tight three inches she had gained so far. I reached up and caught her jiggling nipples, and rolled them around in my fingers.

"Oh, gawd! Hold me close, and fuck me!" She laced her fingers behind my head and pulled me down on top of her perspiring frame, and held me tight, and crammed another two inches of my member up inside her trembling body. Her bottom was churning like a piston attempting to accommodate all of me. Mandy was gasping for air. I backed away.

"Noooo! Don't stop! I've never enjoyed anything like this before in my life. Gawd, please fuck my pussy until I'm raw!"

"Slow down! You're going to kill you and me both before we get done! Calm down, and turn over!" Again, the instructions to get into a new position gave us both a chance to catch our breath. The music was getting louder.

Mandy again placed a knee on each chair, and her head on the pillow on the table. I reached down and kissed the cheeks of her ass before advancing my probe back into her anxious love hole. I purposely aimed too low, and slid my cock along her open wet hot slit. Her hand pressed my member against her swollen lips, and then guided the tip of my penis into her awaiting vagina.

"O.K. Mister! Screw me!" She lowered her head, arched her back, and spread her vulva more with her fingers. Two, three, five - six inches in and gyrating. She was gasping again, and arousing her clit with her fingers. She took in a little more cock, stretching her insides tight until I was slamming against her round globes. The music had crescendo-ed to its loudest peak, and I was just about to lose it. I could feel my semen boiling in its stream. I reached down between her cheeks with my finger and pressed it against her pulsating anus. I could tell -"I'm going to come! Oh, gawd! Fuck me! Make me come with a - OOOOhhh! OOOOOOhhh!"

The cymbals crashed, the thunder roared, and Mandy screamed in ecstasy as she thrust back with all of her might. I drove the crown of my dick deeply against her cervix - all the way in, and exploded. The music stopped. The apartment emptied of loud echoes. All was quiet, except for the rippling spasms of sexual cool down within our bodiess.

XIII

Both of us slept soundly in spite of the fact Mandy stayed cuddled up against me all night long. It seemed as if she consciously knew, even in her sleep, that things were going to change tomorrow.

Alarm clocks are terrible things and 6:00am comes too early. It was back to work for me, and it was the sixth day for her. I went through the "morning" routine still in a fog. I did remember to lay five crisp one-hundred dollar bills on the counter before I left. I felt strangely empty as I checked the door-knob to see if it locked behind me. Maybe that would keep her in there.

I tried to call during my morning break, but there was no answer. Maybe she got up late, and she was out on her jog. Maybe. Oh, I hope she leaves the key - if she does go. The day dragged. I didn't remember what I ate for lunch. I just wished to get home. I wanted to find out. Then again I didn't. Finally my last customer was completely happy with her new hair - what was her name? - and I scooted for home.

I couldn't tell anything by scouring the elevator as it labored to the fourth floor. My key wouldn't come out of my pocket. I burst in. The money was gone. The house was dead silent. After examining closer, most of the clothes she had purchased were still there, except her boots, her Chic jeans, and a white silk blouse. She even left her fluorescent green jogging shorts.

TV was awfully boring, even when the Knicks were getting stomped by the Rockets. I went to bed early, but all I could do is dream about her lovely face and perky body. What was wrong with me? I got up and dressed, jumped back into my jeep, and drove like a maniac back to that dismally-lit back street where I first sighted that smudged electrifying smile.

As I neared the area, I spotted a couple of pick-ups in the distance. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but one of them did look familiar. I cruised up closer and stopped. The shorter one started sashaying in my direction - in a pair of cowboy boots, walking as gentle as a fawn, right toward my jeep.

Mandy stuck her head in the window and with an obvious put-on drawl, said, "What do you want, babes?"

My mouth dropped, and my face flushed. I knew the expression on my face gave away completely my feeling toward her. I just sighed and responded, "You."

She jumped in as if an agreement had been made, and started chattering away as I pulled out.

"You want to know what happened tonight? I was just standing out here minding my own business, and this creep drove up, and tried to pick me up. Boy, did he have real nerve!" I stopped the car at the next stop sign, and waited until she realized that we weren't moving. But she kept on talking.

Finally I interrupted. "Stop! We need to talk. I miss you, - and I have fallen in love with you. No way can I let you go, regardless how much money you ask for."

There was a long pause. She turned and smiled at me with one of those smiles that melts you right down to your toes, and said, "I don't want your money. I just want you, and I don't ever want to leave!"

She leaned over and hugged me tightly for a long time. I thought she would never let go, and I didn't care.

"I'm too old for you!"

"I've already decided that you're not, so you're stuck with me!"

Her kiss was so eager, and passionate that I didn't see the car come up behind us. It beeped.

"Let's go home!"

(Chad A. Caswald has also authored other books such as:

"Summer Dream", "Hold It!", "Squirming Duo", and "Femena Clinic")

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