Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
Clit
It wasn't until the new washing machine was installed and the delivery men had gone, taking the old one away, that Jess noticed the model was not quite the same as the one in the shop had been. Colour, size and everything were similar, but there was an extra dial with the strangest settings.
She hunted through the instruction manual, feeling almost sure that someone was playing a prank, although not necessarily on her. Likely some factory worker had caused some mischief and changed the text to sexually suggestive terms.
But if so, they'd had fun with the instruction book too. "For laundry, select laundry," the instructions stated, rather obviously, and then proceeded to talk through all the usual settings that she understood well enough. "For all other options," it added, "see Section P."
Jess dutifully turned to Section P, where an illustration sequence showed a woman inserting her legs and bum, up to her waist, into the drum, so that she was left with her arms, chest and head projecting out. The final picture showed her top half resting on a cushion for comfort. "Set time," the instructions read, "select Ass, Cunt or Clit, or Mix for combined. Set temperature to control spanking. Insert body into drum as illustrated below. Press Start."
It had to be a joke. Jess peered into the drum but could see nothing that looked like weird sex attachments. She even tried to run the Mix programme but without (of course) inserting herself, and nothing happened - except for a cute error message on the LED display that suggested inserting herself as instructed.
Jess had a large pile of actual clothes to wash. They'd been building up for some time since the last machine broke down, but she couldn't resist doing one last test. Undressing herself, she set the timer for ten minutes, turned the temperature down to the minimum of twenty, and selected Clit for the program, just in case there was a mechanical dildo in there. She got down on hands and knees, and climbed backwards into the perforated steel drum.
It was an awkward fit in there, but just enough space for her to get her legs and her bum fully inside. Even more awkward was reaching up to press the Start button, and Jess understood how useful it would be to have a chair or something for support.
The machine hummed for a few seconds, and then something clamped firmly about her waist, holding her in place. Twisting her head around, it was as though her lower body had been swallowed up by a black hole. In a panic she stabbed at the Start/Stop/Pause button but that had no effect.
Jess screamed as a hand smacked her left cheek. It wasn't a very hard spanking, but it made absolutely no sense that it had happened at all. It had felt like a very human hand too.
Another hand, or possibly the same hand, worked gel into her pubic hair. She screamed and tried to squirm away from the massaging fingers that explored her most intimate region.
Smack. This time her other cheek. Definitely not the same hand that was coating her thighs and crotch with slippery gel.
Jess couldn't move, and shouting and screaming achieved nothing, and she wasn't even sure if what was happening was actually real. There wasn't space in the machine for an actual person to hide, so maybe it was all just machinery, even if it really didn't feel like it.
Smack. Right cheek again. Jess did a quick calculation. She had set the timer for ten minutes and the spanking temperature to twenty. Maybe that meant one smack every thirty seconds. She looked up at the clock on the wall and tried to estimate when the next one would be - and received her fourth smack within a second of her guess. "Fuck," she muttered. "Another sixteen to go."
Meanwhile the hand continued its intimate exploration between her thighs, and actually it didn't feel bad at all. Combined with the spanking, it was certainly getting her wet.
The hard glide of a sharp razor shocked her. "No!" she cried, but still couldn't move, and was afraid to struggle with that razor caressing her labia. "What the fuck!"
She was tiring of supporting her weight - half her weight, anyway - on her wrists, but for three whole minutes, or seven spanks, alternating cheeks, she could do nothing but endure the humiliation of having her pubes shaved completely.
Afterwards, she was rinsed with warm water, spanked, dried with what felt like a fluffy cotton towel, spanked, and left alone and untouched for a while. And spanked.
"Three minutes to go," she said. Six more smacks. They weren't hard smacks, but they were adding up, stinging a little more each time. And despite the humiliation of it all, and despite her helplessness, or more likely because of the humiliation and her helplessness, she could feel that her pussy was wet.
The warmth of breath against her shaven pussy was the only warning she got before a tongue swept slowly between her labia, starting at her clit and finishing with a gentle thrust into her vagina.
It was a shock, but the shock gave way quickly to hunger as the tongue returned for a second sweep, then a third. With the fourth it teased her clit for a while, swirling about it and brushing across, only to be interrupted by another smack, the hardest yet.
For two and a half more minutes she was forced to endure that wonderful assault on her clit and the smacking of her bum, and just as she was sure she was about to come, the programme ended. Abruptly the tongue was gone, and the clamp about her waist too, and with a moan of frustration she extracted herself stiffly from the machine.
The cheeks of her bum were flushed red from the spanking, and she had been shaved as bare as a porn star. She dipped her fingers into her very wet pussy and finished herself off, bringing herself to an intense and much needed climax.
What exactly had just happened, Jess wasn't sure, but as she stared at the dial with its settings for Ass, Cunt and Mix, she knew she would have to try them all.
"Later, though," she muttered, and turning the dial to Laundry, she set the first load washing.
Cunt
It was several days before curiosity and convenience coincided and overcame her misgivings about the washing machine's erotic functions. She had spent hours searching the internet but could find no one else talking of similar experiences, and the whole idea was anyway as absurd as it was erotic. She found hundreds of porn clips of women getting stuck in washing machines the other way round, but they were all obviously staged and certainly nothing like her own experience.
She even tried phoning the company to ask about the specific model she had received, but it became quickly apparent that the young woman in the call centre either knew nothing about it or was playing deliberately ignorant.
Home alone one Saturday lunchtime, her husband Tim away at the match, her son off at university, her chores done and no pile of laundry waiting, Jess succumbed to the lure of the machine. This time, however, she came prepared with a comfortable stool to rest her arms on while whatever happened happened.
She set the same programme as before: ten minutes on Clit at twenty degrees, and climbed carefully into the machine so that everything below the waist was squeezed into the drum, and she adjusted the stool so that her arms and chin could rest there while her breasts hung freely. On the floor beneath her, she set her phone to record, and reached back to press Start.
The machine hummed and she felt the constriction about her waist, and after a tantalising few seconds she felt the first of the twenty smacks. This time, however, there was no massaging of gel into her pubes. Then again, she had nothing there but some early regrowth that was very itchy at times. Tim had been delighted by her shaved pussy, and had taken to insisting she walk about the house without underwear - which she didn't mind, especially since it usually ended in a nice, hard fuck - and even begging her to go without underwear at all times...
... which wasn't practical, really, but for the occasional trip to the shops, she was willing to try. It was weird that he liked her completely hairless, but perhaps understandable given all the porn stars were like that. The washing machine clearly liked her hairless too, but this time instead of gel and a razor, there were fingers stretching her skin and the buzzing of an electric shaver, removing what little was there.
And every thirty seconds, a smack. It was impossible to predict which cheek it would land on, and it was surprising to Jess how much she enjoyed it too. It certainly wasn't painless, but she loved the heat it induced in her cheeks, and it was amazing how wet her pussy was.
By the fifth smack, the shaver completed its task, and she was washed and dried and allowed to rest untouched for a few seconds, until with the ninth smack the tongue brushed across her clit and swept between her labia and dipped into her vagina, and Jess sighed happily, knowing that this time the tongue would caress her clit for six whole minutes.
She relaxed into it, sighing happily as she followed the swirling patterns the tongue made as it made love to her pussy and teased and excited her clit wonderfully, and the periodic smacks were delicious too. She resisted the urge to play with her nipples, curious to see whether the tongue by itself would be sufficient, but though she was brought close to the point of climax, the ten minutes were again over too soon.
Next time she would have to start with twenty minutes, but Jess had other plans for this occasion. She turned the dial to Cunt, set the timer for... thirty minutes, she decided, uncertain whether that was too much or maybe not enough. It wouldn't let her reduce the temperature below sixty - that same two smacks a minute - and she didn't dare increase it. Her finger hovered over the Start button for a long moment, before she dared to press it.
