The Giving and the Taking (F/M spank enema strap-on)

Colleen knew who was calling her when the phone rang. Vance had been
calling her two or three times every day during the past week,
imploring her to consider getting back together. Two weeks ago, Vance
had walked out of the relationship for the third time, after a
prolonged argument with Colleen.

Colleen had so far resisted Vance's promises of things to come. She
had already told her friends that this time it was really over and
that she was "rid of that jerk for good". She told herself that she
would appear quite the fool if she took him back again.

With a heavy sigh, Colleen picked up the phone. "This is really
starting to bug me, Vance. You are the one who walked out, remember?"

"It was hasty, I know," replied Vance. "But I need you, Colleen.
Really. It'll be different. I just -"

"Vance. Listen to me! Do you really want me to even CONSIDER taking
you back?" Colleen asked with more than a hint of exasperation in her
voice.

"Yes! Please Colleen..."

"Then you have to do as I tell you," she continued.

"What's that?" he meekly inquired.

Her voice showing the irritation and resentment she felt, Colleen
said, "First, don't call me for a week. I want you to leave me alone.
I don't want you to make any contact with me whatsoever for one whole
week. No calls, no e-mail, no letters - nothing. Got it?"

"Why?..."

"Because if you do, it's no dice - ever," she said with a tone of
finality. "I'm going to hang up now. I know that you understand my
position. No calls or contact for one week. Then I'll let you know."
Colleen placed the phone on the hook, breaking the connection.

She immediately dialed another number. A woman answered, and Colleen
began to speak. "Stacy, it's Colleen... I have a favor to ask... Can
we have lunch? Soon? Is tomorrow okay? Would that work? I need
your advice... Yes... Okay, gotta run... Thanks. Bye."

"What am I doing?" Colleen said aloud to herself. "Why the hell am I
doing this?"

The next day at 11:30 Colleen and Stacy had just placed their lunch
orders. After a few pleasantries, Stacy got to the point. "Okay,
Colleen, what's on your mind?"

Colleen related to Stacy how Vance had left for the third time and was
pestering her to get back together. Wiping away an occasional tear,
Colleen confided that she didn't know if she could be dominant enough
to steer the relationship where it should go, and not set herself up
for more of the same.

Stacy began to question Colleen. "Didn't the two of you establish
that you would give him discipline the last time around?"

"Yes, we agreed to that," responded Colleen, "but it kind of went by
the wayside after a while."

"You didn't have a contract in writing then?" inquired Stacy
incredulously.

"No, it was a verbal agreement," Colleen admitted.

"Why did you stop disciplining him?"

"Well, he became good at talking me out of it," answered Colleen
sheepishly.

"He did this, he did that, is what I'm hearing from you," said Stacy,
with increasing irritation. "And you stood by and let it all happen,
right?"

"Stacy, I -"

Stacy persisted. "RIGHT?"

"Yes," whispered Colleen, her red face showing embarrassment as well
as impending tears.

"Colleen, listen to me. You're my friend, and you'll always be my
friend. But this is exasperating! I know you have it in you to do
what you have to do. Why is it so hard for you?"

"I don't know, Stacy. I guess I don't have a role model. I don't
know how to do this on a day in and day out basis! I need to be
mentored, or something."

"Bingo!" exclaimed Stacy. "Okay, here's what I'll do for you. At the
end of the week, you call Vance and tell him in no uncertain terms
that the only way this will work is on your terms. And further, that
there will be a written, signed contract stating the terms of the
relationship, and that any further breakup will be permanent. He
agrees to leave you completely alone forever if the relationship ends
again."

Colleen was looking hopeful now.

"And that's not all," continued Stacy. "After the contract is signed,
there will be a ceremony of sorts to get things started on the right
foot. He will be disciplined severely by me and you as I show you how
to handle him. I'll do this for you one time."

"Stacy, thank you! I know I have it in me, that's why this bothers me
so much."

"When you set up the session, I want you to get a two quart enema bag
if you don't have one already, a bar of Ivory soap, a leather strap, a
paddle, a wooden hairbrush, and a strap-on dildo," Stacy directed.
Stacy further instructed Colleen to allow four to six hours for the
entire session, and asked to be told of its scheduling at the earliest
possible time.

Colleen spent the remainder of the week in a frequent bad mood. She
was impatient to force resolution of the relationship problem, knowing
at the same time that she dare not soften her stance. She also
frequently scolded herself for having weakened her dominant demeanor
with Vance, and resolved to herself that it would be different
henceforth.

When the week-long banishment of Vance was over, Colleen, after going
through the potential conversation in her mind many times over, picked
up the phone and called him. After Vance's profuse admission that he
missed her terribly, Colleen got right to the point. She told him, in
a dispassionate voice, that the relationship had to be on her terms.
She told him about the signed contract for discipline, and that if he
left again, there would be no further contact. Then Colleen mentioned
the requirement for a lengthy punishment session before she would
officially take him back. Vance readily agreed to all the terms that
Colleen had outlined, and they scheduled the get-together for Sunday
at 2 PM. When Vance asked if he could see her before then, Colleen
crisply told him that it was out of the question, and that she didn't
want to hear from him before the session.

After Colleen notified Stacy of the scheduled time of the session, she
went shopping for the items on Stacy's list that she didn't have.
Four hours hence, Colleen was the proud owner of a red two-quart enema
bag, several new bars of Ivory soap, a new strap-on harness with
several attachments, and, just for good measure, two new paddles. She
already had the wooden hairbrush and some leather straps. Colleen
reflected on the fact that she was partial to administering the
leather strap, liking the sound of the leather when it strikes the
bare bottom of her charge.

Sunday afternoon found Vance at Colleen's house a little after 2 PM,
making conversation, when the doorbell rang. Colleen admitted Stacy,
a tall, slender woman with straight shoulder-length blonde hair and
penetrating eyes. It was at this point that Vance knew that he was in
for a very severe session. Colleen performed introductions, and when
the pleasantries were taken care of, Stacy mentioned that she wanted
to talk to Colleen and Vance separately, and that she'd start with
Colleen. Vance, at Colleen's request, excused himself to the bedroom
and closed the door, leaving the two women in the front room. Stacy
clarified their respective roles in today's session and gave Colleen a
last chance to back out and call the session off. Colleen
acknowledged that she had made some serious mistakes in the
relationship and steadfastly maintained that she wanted today's
session to take place.

Stacy was more thorough and probing in her questioning of Vance. She
made sure that he understood that the session would be focused on his
punishment and submission, and that if he backed out of the session at
any stage he would have no further relationship with Colleen.
Although visibly afraid of what he was going to go through, he said
that he really wanted to get back together with Colleen. Stacy also
emphasized the importance of Vance's understanding of the terms of the
relationship with Colleen, and that Colleen was going to administer
frequent and harsh discipline whenever she determined that he needed
it. When that was settled, they all met back in the front room.

Stacy, taking charge of the session, instructed Vance to get
completely undressed. "We're starting out with a hairbrush spanking.
He'll get fifty swats from me," she said as she sat down on a
straight-backed chair. As Stacy lifted the front of her skirt away
from her knees Colleen handed her the hairbrush. Vance was instructed
to position himself over Stacy's lap. "Vance," Stacy began, "the
purpose of this session is to punish you severely enough so that you
will have an incentive never to foolishly defy Colleen again."

With that, Stacy began the hairbrush spanking. There were no warmup
swats, as may be the case in erotic spanking play; she instead
delivered each swat very hard and forcefully, alternating between the
right and left nether cheeks. Vance accepted the first ten swats
without much complaint. He yelled and kicked his legs as Stacy
applied the second set of ten swats. After she had applied twenty
five, Vance was yelling and carrying on so much that Stacy had to
pause.

"Vance, you are being punished," admonished Stacy. "If you can't take
a hairbrush spanking, I don't think you deserve to be with Colleen.
Do you want to leave now?"

"No," he whimpered.

"Then I suggest that you settle down and show Colleen that you want to
be with her," scolded Stacy. "I want you to keep your feet on the
floor, or you'll run the risk of getting extra swats. Your hairbrush
spanking is only half over, so you'd better get some self-control and
show Colleen that you can take it."

"Okay, but it hurts!" whined Vance.

Without further comment Stacy renewed Vance's spanking with harder
strokes than before. Colleen winced several times as Vance amply
vocalized his predicament.

"Ow! Owwww! OWWWW! Ahhhh! NO! PLEASE," he cried as Stacy, her
irritation growing, smacked his bottom with fierce determination. "Oh
stop! PLEASE! It HURTS! OWWWWW! AHHHH," he continued, pounding on
the floor with both hands and starting to kick his legs again. Stacy
delivered the final ten swats as hard as she could, with Vance openly
crying now.

"Colleen, have you ever given enemas?" she asked. Colleen answered
that she had only taken a few herself, but not given any. Stacy
resumed her directing of the scene. "He's going to get two enemas.
The first is a warm soapsuds enema with Ivory soap, and the second
will be plain warm water as a rinse. We'll need some vegetable oil
for the lube. I'd like you to bring some, and I'll show you what to
do." Stacy then instructed Vance to place a large towel on the floor
in the bedroom and get on his hands and knees, with his forehead
touching the floor. She proceeded to assemble the enema equipment and
attached the douche nozzle. When Colleen returned with some olive oil
in a small bottle, Stacy showed her how to prepare a sudsy enema
solution in the bag and flush the air out of the tube.

With Stacy carrying the red enema bag, they were ready to begin.
Colleen lubed up the douche nozzle with olive oil. Stacy instructed
her to press the tip of the nozzle on Vance's rosebud and insert it.

"Aaaauh!" he cried as the first part of the nozzle went in.

"Deeper," instructed Stacy, and Colleen pushed the nozzle in
significantly further. Stacy, still carrying the enema bag, adjusted
its height and released the clamp. The warm soapy solution
immediately entered Vance's innards.

"Uhhhhh! Oh no! Gahhhhhh!" he exclaimed as the sensation of the
cleansing solution caused him to feel full. Adding to his discomfort
was the feeling of submission due to his position on the floor and the
power of the two women administering his punishment. Stacy lowered
the height of the bag slightly to cause the fluid to enter Vance's
colon more slowly.

"Rock back and forth, and from side to side," Stacy instructed. "That
will ease the solution going in. It's only two quarts." Feeling
silly, Vance did as he was advised, but still felt very full.

"Oh! I'm so full! Please stop!"

"No, you just keep taking it or I'll have to take your mind off the
enema with the hairbrush," admonished Stacy. "Colleen, please bring
the hairbrush here in case I have to use it." With a smile, Colleen
quickly fetched the wooden hairbrush and handed it to Stacy.

The last of the soapy water gurgled in the bag as it coursed down the
enema tube and through the douche nozzle. When Stacy was sure that
all the water had gone where intended, she asked Colleen to pull the
nozzle out. Vance groaned as the douche pipe was withdrawn. "You
stay in that position now for five minutes. The enema has to do its
work," demanded Stacy. "Keep rocking and it will be easier."

Vance moaned loudly as a cramp came on, peaked, and vanished in a
matter of several seconds. His protests became more strident.
"Ahhhhhh! It hurts! Please let me go! Ohhhhhh!"

Stacy slapped the hairbrush five times on Vance's right nether cheek.
"Your enema time is not over yet. You let it do its work!" she
scolded. Vance continued to groan for the remainder of the five
minutes, although he subdued his protests. Stacy allowed him to go
empty himself out, and advised him to take a full fifteen minutes to
do so. When he came back, Stacy recommended that Colleen prepare the
plain water enema for the rinse, and supervised her.

"Down on all fours again with your forehead touching the floor," Stacy
directed Vance. She also told Colleen to hold the bag this time, and
lubed and inserted the douche nozzle. Colleen released the clamp and
the rinsing enema began to flow. Since he had already taken a
previous enema, this one went in fairly quickly. Vance began to
protest rather loudly about feeling full and having to go, and Colleen
was becoming very irritated. Stacy handed the hairbrush to Colleen,
who vigorously slapped Vance's bottom several times with it. Groaning
and rocking back and forth, Vance endured the five minutes of enema
retention. Colleen then ordered him to get rid of the enema and told
him to get cleaned up in the shower afterward. During the time Vance
was in the bathroom and shower, Colleen explained to Stacy, as she
arranged some pillows on the bed and covered them with a towel, that
she was very irritated at Vance's behavior and that a good strapping
was next on the agenda. Stacy nodded in approval when she heard this
from Colleen.

After Vance's shower, he entered the bedroom to find Colleen holding a
two-tailed tawse in her hand and looking at him with her lips pressed
tightly together and fiery eyes. She pointed to the pillows stacked
in the center of the bed and brusquely said, "Face down over the
pillows. I'm going to give you a strapping you won't soon forget!
I'm very upset with your past behavior."

Vance, wide-eyed with fear, in a trembling voice, said, "No, Colleen!
Please!"

Stacy interrupted with, "Vance, as I told you at the beginning of the
session, you can leave anytime. But if you leave, it's for keeps!"
Vance, his eyes welling up with tears and his head bowed in defeat,
slowly crawled on top of the bed and positioned himself face down over
the pillows with a big sigh. Colleen wasted no time in commencing the
leathering of Vance's backside. Bending her knees with each stroke,
Colleen delivered the swats with a follow-through that commanded
admiration from Stacy. At the beginning of the strapping, Vance gave
a staccato shout with each stroke. As the leathering progressed, his
cries became more open and prolonged, until he was wildly kicking his
legs and writhing under Colleen's fury. She was not keeping track of
the number of strokes she administered, but stopped after she applied
around fifty strokes. Colleen, her face drenched with sweat, and
panting, cast the tawse on the bed and took a few moments to regain
her composure.

"Very good, Colleen," complimented Stacy.

After establishing that Colleen had never used a strap-on dildo and
Vance has never been on the receiving end of one, Stacy suggested that
both women be involved in the next phase of the session. Stacy could
tell that Vance was starting to get scared when he got his first look
at the strap-on equipment. Colleen took her clothes off and Stacy
helped her assemble the equipment. Colleen's eyes brightened when she
inserted the vaginal attachment as she fastened the harness. Then
Stacy helped her attach the gel probe to the harness. Stacy
recommended that Vance should be positioned bent over the ottoman, so
Colleen moved it into the middle of the family room and waited for
further direction.

Directing a stern look at Vance, Stacy told him that this next step
will not be fun for him. "Although you may come to enjoy it in the
future," she said, "this time it's strictly for punishment. This is
your last chance to back out of the session and the relationship. Do
you want to take the oppportuity to back out?"

Vance gazed at the eight inch gel probe that sprang from Collen's
hips, then looked into her bright eyes and quietly said, "I'll stay."

"Down over the ottoman then," directed Stacy. When he took his
position, Stacy told him to spread his knees apart, and then directed
Collen to lube him up really well. Colleen began with one finger,
working a generous amount of water-based lubricant in and around
Vance's back way. Stacy told Colleen how to find the prostate and
cautioned her that the sensation is pleasurable for the male and not
to spend much time on it now, as this time is for punishment. Colleen
applied lubricant to the gel probe and Stacy directed her to place the
head of the probe on Vance's rosebud. Vance's entire body stiffened
when the tip of the probe touched him as he grasped the inevitability
of what was about to happen. Stacy told Colleen to slowly push the
head of the probe into Vance. She pushed the tip inside and Vance
started to protest, saying that it was too big. Colleen slapped Vance
several times on his right nether cheek and told him to settle down.
Stacy advised Colleen to pause and let Vance adjust to the feeling
before going in further. After a moment, Stacy then told Colleen to
go ahead and move in and out in short strokes. Collen took some time
to get accustomed to the equipment and accidentally pulled out
completely, whereupon Stacy told her to add some more lube and go back
in.

When Colleen re-inserted the strap-on probe, Vance began to make a
fuss, so Stacy straddled Vance's back, facing Colleen, and, while
remaining standing, firmly placed her hands above Vance's hips to keep
him still. "Sink it all the way in now," Stacy directed. Colleen
steadily pushed until the probe was in up to the hilt, and Vance
uttered a raucous "Aaaauuuuugh!"

"Work that cock in his ass," instructed Stacy as she pressed harder
with her hands to keep Vance still. "Start with slow small strokes
and work up to fast long ones." Vance renewed his protest.
Exasperated, Stacy said, "Just fuck him, Colleen!"

Colleen needed no further encouragement and proceeded to drive it fast
and hard. Vance still protested, but Stacy managed to keep him still.
Now aroused, Colleen was thoroughly enjoying fucking Vance as the
vaginal attachment was rubbing inside her. After another minute
Colleen closed her eyes and firmly pounded the dildo into Vance,
gritting her teeth and saying, "Yes... Yes! Yes!" Then with an
abrupt thrust, Colleen shuddered and climaxed, and then slowed her
tempo until she finally stopped. Panting with her mouth open, Colleen
had a radiant satisfied smile on her face, and pulled the dildo out.

She asked Vance if he understood how angry she was with him. Shakily
he answered, "Yes ma'am. I'm really sorry, Colleen. I'll do better!"

"That's good," answered Collen, "because I'm going to fuck you with
this strap-on every night for a week, to drive home the importance of
this. Do you understand?"

"Oh, no! I mean, y-y-yes, Colleen."

"That's better," she stated.

The next evening found the dark-haired Colleen, her eyes twinkling,
telling Vance to get undressed and lay face-down on the bed over some
pillows. "Oh, please, Collen!" he answered.

"Now, Vance," she admonished, "I'm going to fuck your brains out, and
you're going to submit to me, every night this week. Do you want a
fucking, or do you want a severe strapping AND a good fucking?" She
looked at him sternly, her head cocked to one side, her lips pressed
together in a thin smile and her hands on her hips. Thirty minutes
later she was in the throes of an intense climax as she drove the
strap-on fast and hard, while Vance pounded his fists furiously on the
bed.

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