"It still makes my bottom tingle when I hear the clip-clop of a woman wearing boots," he said.
The interviewer listened attentively. "Take all your clothes off," she instructed.
She smiled to herself when he immediately stood up to remove his clothes. She knew that most guys have no reservations about undressing for a female they find attractive, and more so with a submissive male. "Those too," she said, referring to his briefs.
For an uncomfortable moment, he stood naked before her with an involuntary erection. She told him to get back on the recliner.
"Tell me everything," she said, and subtly opened her bare legs enough to expose some of her inner thighs.
"I really shouldn't have taken those movies from the adult store," he began. "I really thought she wasn't watching me and I could get away with it. And then the humiliation when she not only caught me but noticed the kinky ones I lifted."
"What were they about?" She noticed his hesitation and said, "It's important that you not leave anything out. I'm not likely to be shocked by any of it."
He sighed deeply. "Spanking and bondage. Cumshots. Girls doing girls. I knew I was in big trouble then, and I tried to pay for the stuff. I told her I'd pay for them and never come back if that's what she wanted, I told her I'd do anything. But she went ahead and made the phone call to the store's owner. I had to show her all my ID and stuff, and they showed me the video of my being caught. So after they got all the evidence in order the clerk told me that if I agreed to go to this special camp for civil offenders they wouldn't involve the courts and I wouldn't have an arrest record. I had to sign some forms, and I had to pay the cost for the camp, which was pretty steep but I guess it beats paying lawyers and going to court. Plus, I had to do that within the next 30 days and show them the certificate of completion."
"And then...?"
"So I signed the forms and made the arrangements. I told them at work that I had to get away and go backpacking. The place was about a hundred miles away and was really more of a reform school kind of place than a camp. Man, I was nervous when I got there."
"I want to know every detail, starting from your arrival."
"The first thing after signing in was the physical exam. I had to give them all my clothes except for my briefs. Then I went to the nurse's station. She had me take off my briefs and lay face down on the -"
"Describe her, including how she dressed."
"Straight dark hair, kind of a strict expression, quiet, a white uniform dress, and sneakers. She put a rectal thermometer inside me and then checked my pulse and stuff, looked me over. Then she checked my prostate and had me turn over. She checked my balls and then told me I was going to get an enema."
"An enema!" she said, her eyes widening. She leaned forward and noticed his erection stiffening. "Don't leave anything out."
He blushed slightly and continued.
"The nurse raised these stirrups on the exam table and I had to put my feet in them. Then she tied my ankles so that I couldn't get out of the stirrups. That was embarrassing. Also she tied my arms to the sides of the table. She brought this red enema bag and hung it on a metal pole that was close by. She put water in it until it was full and bulging. She lubricated this weird nozzle and put it inside me. Then she pumped it up."
"A retention nozzle. How did it feel?"
"OH! I felt like I was already full and had to go! The nurse sort of smiled and then started the enema. After a little bit I asked her to stop and she said it's only two quarts. She didn't stop it at all. It all went inside me until the bag was empty. Oh, I felt so full! I was groaning with the pain and then she tilted the table backward so the enema went way up inside me. So there I was, asking her please, please let me get rid of it, and she just stood there looking at me."
"How long did you have to hold it?"
"It felt like forever. She said it was five minutes. Then she untied me and let me up. After I got rid of the enema I rinsed off in the shower and put my briefs on. I was led to a room that was like a cell, and they locked me in there."
The female interviewer opened her legs a little more and listened.
"While I waited there, I heard the clip-clop of women's boots walking through the hall. I saw them lead another guy, also in his underwear and nothing else, down the hall. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, another one. After several times, one of the women with boots unlocked my cell and motioned me to come with her. Clip clop, down the hall we walked and she led me into the punishment room and locked it."
"What did this one look like?"
"Oh, early thirties maybe, long brown wavy hair, blouse and a dark short skirt."
"Pantyhose or bare legs?"
"Bare. I was scared when I got to the punishment room. There was this sturdy thing in the middle of the room and there was no doubt what it was for - holding someone in a bent-over position. There were straps and paddles and things hanging on the wall. So she had me bend over the box as she called it, and she tied my hands to it and also tied above my knees. Then she put a strap around my waist and tightened it so that I couldn't move."
"Were you nervous then?"
"Oh yes! Then clip-clop, she walked over to the wall and picked up this leather strap. She stood in front of me and said that before they could give me a certificate of completion I had to have several spankings. Just then I heard a noise and the nurse came in. She told me that she was there to witness the punishment and that she'd take me for a checkup afterward."
The interviewer moved closer and rested her hand on his naked thigh, close to his erect cock.
"The woman with boots slowly pulled down my briefs, and told me that my introductory spanking would be twenty five strokes. She said the others would be more severe. 'Remember why you are here,' she said, and then started. There was this mirror on the wall in front of me and I could see her with the strap. She drew it way back and then whipped it hard on my bottom. She kept going with a follow-through and kicked one leg up before she got ready for the next one."
"How did the first one feel?"
"I couldn't believe that a leather strap could hurt that much. But then she whipped as hard as she could. She gave me the whole twenty five like that. I started to yell after the first few, and I said 'Please stop!' several times."
The woman's hand moved to his pubic area and her slender fingers lightly touched his ball sac. His cock became more erect. "How fast did she whip?"
"Every few seconds. God it hurt! Then I had to stay tied up for ten minutes while she slowly walked around the room. Clip clop, clip clop!"
Very lightly and slowly, the interviewer stroked his cock. "And then...?"
