Messrs.

X, Y and Z
byyeswetstories
Mr. Z came home from work early. The office had been slow and it was Friday. The whole
weekend was before him, so he had ducked out early to get a good jump on the work free
days ahead. He parked his car in his space inside the six-stall garage that was attached to the
huge, perfectly landscaped house. He lived in this house with two friends, Mr. X and Mr. Y,
and with Miss El. Well, actually just El. She had no title. She was all the Messrs. girl, and
they did with her as they pleased.

Mr. Z moved through the house. He was home alone, for now. He knew El was out for lunch
with her girlfriends, showing off her newest car. It was a high-end model that Mr. Y had
bought her. She drove a new car every three years, bought in a rotating cycle by all the men.
El didn't work outside of the house. She was responsible for the household and all three of the
men. She did work hard, and she was generously compensated. Besides a new car every few
years, she usually had at least three vacations a year, sometimes more. She was available to
travel with each man, plus she was allowed to take a vacation with her girlfriends.

The Messrs. liked their lifestyle. They all had a girl they loved and all the sex the craved, from
private to group. And by pooling their money, they lived grandly, if not unorthodox.
Everyone who knew them, knew of their living arrangement, and passed no real judgement.
Most were curious, wondering if they could live the same way. The men especially liked the
idea of having a girl at their complete and utter disposal, and many wanted to experience
group sex, but the boys didn't allow that. If El was interested, like she had been when she first
met Mr. Z, then X and Y permitted it, otherwise the answer was no. And El had never been
with another girl. The boys wouldn't allow that either. Z thought their decision was based a
little bit on fear. What if the girl was better? He knew they wondered and worried about that.
Although El showed no interest in other girls, they had been approached with offers, and their
answer had always been no. Overall Mr. Z doubted any of their friends could live they way
these four did.

They had a precise, structured way of living. The bills were split in an even way, and the girl
was split much the same way with no hint of jealousy or possessiveness. Although, when it
came to El, there was a bit more flexibility. But even that was carefully planned out on a
monthly calendar which was planned out three months in advance. No, he thought to himself
as he checked the X, Y, and Z calendar, we four are special, different. We share, we
cooperate, and we like each other's company, in and out of the bedroom. He had joined this
cozy little family almost four years ago. The other three had been cohabiting since before
their college days. He was a good, final fit to their family, and he was glad to join them

He noticed the mail neatly stacked on the kitchen counter. He opened the cabinet to consult
the calendar hanging on the door inside. He smiled when he noticed it was his weekend,
starting tonight, that El would share his bed. His cock twitched excitedly.

He picked up the mail. The bill paying was his duty. He grabbed a beer from the fridge,
quickly read the dinner menu El had left hanging from a magnet there, and took a seat on a
stool at the breakfast nook. He cracked open his beverage and did a quick scan of the mail
before he opened each item and sorted through the pile. His joy of having El to himself this
weekend and his to play with was soon replaced with shock and displeasure. He carefully set
aside the credit card bill, and as he finished with the rest of the mail, he began formulating a
new weekend for El.

Mr. Z was still sitting at the breakfast counter, drinking his second beer, when he heard El
come home. He watched from the kitchen window as she pulled into the garage. His cock was
rock hard and throbbing hotly. He was going to punish his little girl, and he would have to
bring her transgression to the attention to Mr. X and Mr. Y. This was something he could not
handle alone. It was his duty and his responsibility to share what had happened with the other
boys. He glanced back at the bill, and his blood boiled! She had over spent on her credit card,
and that was completely unacceptable.

El breezed into the kitchen, keys and purse in hand. She looked adorable in her new white
baby doll dress with a sweet purple flower applique. Her white three-inch heels, with a
lavender bow at the toe, were a perfect match. Mr. Z noted it all. He knew she had charged it.
Even her purse was new and matched perfectly.

"Oh, hi," El said happily when she saw Mr. Z at the breakfast bar. "You're home early."

She smiled at him. She was so beautiful. Blonde, blue eyed, petite, a freak in the rack; trained
to kinky, nasty perfection.

El came over to him and gave him a kiss. When he was done kissing her, he held her at arms
length, and admired her cute, new outfit.

"I hope you're wearing panties, my little one. That dress is awfully short," he commented.

El laughed easily, "Of course I am. My goodness, you sound like Mr. X. Honestly!"

Mr. Z looked at her and pulled her close, between his knees. His hand slid down her back and
he cupped her small buttocks in his large, strong hands.

"You're a good girl, wearing these panties."

El snuggled closer to Mr. Z. She noticed his huge boner and her pussy flickered softly. There
was plenty of time for fucking, if he should decide he wanted her.

"Why don't you go to your bedroom," Z whispered into her neck, his hands still holding her
sweet bottom. He felt her push against him, getting horny anticipating his desire. His next
words to her changed everything, "When you get there I want you to bend over the edge of
your bed on your knees with your dress up, your panties down around your ankles, leave your
shoes on, so your bottom is bare. I'm going to spank you. You've been a bad, bad girl, and you
need reminding."

El struggled against his chest, but he held her captive.

"Shh, shhh..." he whispered in her neck. "Settle down, little one. I'll explain your
transgression before I begin. You'll know the reason for your spanking. I promise. Now, off
you go. Any hesitance or flippant attitude wouldn't be very wise right now. So be a good girl,
and get yourself ready as I instructed."

He patted El's butt as she set off to her bedroom.

Z made El wait a full half-hour before he came to her room, the offending bill in his hand. He
placed it on the bed in front of her.

"Look at that," he ordered.

El lifted her head and looked at the paper. It took a moment before she realized what she was
looking at.

"Oh, shit," she gasped.

She had thought Mr. Z was game playing and trying to arouse her when he ordered her to her
own bedroom, to pull down her panties, to kneel by her bed, to bend over it, and then to wait
patiently until he came to spank her. Her pussy had twitched in orgasm as she waited for her
Master Z to come and punish her and fuck her. But now she realized he really did mean to
punish her.

Z was furious! The bill, the outrageous amount of the bill, and now the foul mouth!

"What did you say?"

El knew she was in deep trouble. She hadn't realized what she had spent the last month! She
had an allowance of five hundred dollars a month for clothing. That amount rose to one
thousand dollars any month that she was vacationing with anyone of her Messrs. She had no
vacation coming and the bill was two thousand dollars! She was no longer horny. She was
now very worried.

"Excuse me, sir," she said in the most humble, repentant voice she could muster. Her eyes
were locked on the column that told her her balance, told her of her overspending.

"Repeat what you just said," Mr. Z demanded.

"I said," El gripped the bed cover in both hands. Her heart was racing, her pussy quiet. "Oh,
God. Please, sir!" She knew cussing, especially in front of Master Z was forbidden as
unbecoming a young lady.

Z shifted angrily behind her. "Repeat it!"

"Shit, sir. I said a naughty word. I'm so, so very sorry. Please forgive my filthy mouth. I know
I am a young lady and should never speak such words, especially in front of my master."

"So God damn right you are," Z told her. "Now, can you explain to me why I have put you in
your current position? Can you tell me why I have you kneeling over your bed with your
bottom bared?"

"My credit card bill." El gripped the bed cover tighter. This would all be so much easier if her
pussy was throbbing hotly, helping her to remain calm.

"And what is wrong with said credit card bill?"

"I'm over my monthly limit, sir."

"What exactly are the rules, limits, parameters, and boundaries that you are restricted to?"

El hated Mr. Z. She hated the way he taught her, nothing kind or understanding or loving. He
was always mean and superior and pushy. Oh! If only she could move!

"Well!?" Z demanded.

"I have a limit, a generous, ample limit," she added smartly, "of five hundred dollars a month.
My limit goes up an extra five hundred when I'm going on vacation with one or more of my
masters, sir."

"Read to me your current balance."

"Two thousand dollars, sir."

"Meaning?" Z asked cruelly.

'I hate you,' El thought. 'Just spank me and be done with it.' She had no idea what Mr. Z had in
store for her. No idea how long and how severely he meant to punish her.

"Meaning I am well over my monthly allowance."

"How much over?"

'Jesus Christ!' El screamed in her own head. She hated this type of interrogation. Hated to
voice her transgressions out loud while Mr. Z listened carefully, measuring her sentences, her
words, the inflection of her voice. She had to be oh, so very careful. But, of course, her mouth
and her fear would get the better of her, adding to her already grave situation.

"Fifteen hundred dollars, sir," she confessed.

She fidgeted across her bed. She had made a huge, terrible mistake!

"Sit still, my dear," Z purred. "You may not move."

"Yes, sir."

"And relax your hands," Z further instructed. He unbuckled his black leather belt and pulled it
through the belt loops of his work slacks. "I want you nice and loose before I whip you."

El was panicked! She had rarely been whipped with a belt before. She had once or twice
received the belt, but that was a long time ago when she and Mr. X and Mr. Y had starting
living together, and everyone, mostly the boys, were working out all the rules for her and the
household. Mr. X had administered each whipping with Mr. Y watching. The experience had
been horrible! She had to figure a way out of her current trouble. She just had to!

El boldly turned her head to look up at Mr. Z and told him, "What's the big deal? It's my name
on the card."

Mr. Z laughed. That frightened El. "Whose name is on the bank account that pays the credit
card that has your name on it? And who gave you the right to look at me without permission?
Get your head forward, eyes down, and answer me!"

"Master Z's name is on the bank account that pays my credit card bill. I had no permission to
look at you, my lord. I took great liberty with my spending and with being sassy and to gaze
upon you without permission." But El couldn't keep quiet, so great was her worry over
receiving the belt that with her next words she sealed her fate, "But any extreme punishment
has to be okayed by all my misters."

Z held his belt, doubled in half, loosely in his left hand. He stepped forward, El's words
echoing in his head, and yanked her head back by her hair. He put his face one-inch from
hers, and told her in a calm, measured voice, "Who says giving you the belt across your
naked, well over her credit card limit, bad girl butt is extreme?"

El was worried. She couldn't handle the belt, and Master Z always punished her harshly, so
much harsher than her other two masters. Her fear made her brash, and mouthy. It made her a
fool.

"You need Mr. X's permission to use the belt on me," she hissed back at Mr. Z.

His expression didn't change as much as the level of his ire did. His steel gray eyes snapped
into absolute anger, his hand gripped El's hair tighter, and his resolve hardened. He knew she
was right about Mr. X. Although all the men had absolute authority over their girl El, X had
rule over everyone. He was the supreme leader of the household, and sometimes he had to
make the final decision about some issue. His one voice was an important tool when opinions
were spilt, and was a stopper when situations become out of control. Z knew he should, by
rights, inform X about what he planned, but he knew his decision was appropriate. He decided
that he would proceed with El's correction, at the level he felt necessary, and if Mr. X
disapproved, they could discuss it later after El was put to bed.

El's fear intensified when she saw the change in her lord's face. She knew it was coming, like
it or not, permission or not, she was going to get the belt. Tears sprang to her blue eyes, and
her pussy still remained silent, abandoning her.

"Wrong, you mouthy shitty child." Z finally said, his cock jumping to red-hot life. "I have
equal power here in our house, the men's house. You have none. None!" He jerked her head
back further by her hair. "You are mine to do as I see fit."

El, fool that she was, a fool forgotten by her own pussy, and being controlled by her sassy
defiant mouth, spoke slowly and clearly and very, very stupidly when she hissed at her captor,
"You...don't...have...permission."

"That's it!" Mr. Z released her hair, stood, and barked at El as he left the bedroom, "Get back
into your correct position and stay put."

El did as she was told. Again Mr. Z left her alone for thirty minutes. Her pussy was still
absent, nothing stirred in her crotch, and she was beginning to think she had managed to get
out of her whipping when Mr. Z returned. She just knew he would release her from her
current predicament and she would be spared, for now, from his belt. She was truly a little
girl, a fool from which she could not hide, because she never guessed what came next.

"Open up." Master Z held a wet, soapy full bar of fresh soap in front of El's mouth. He did not
touch her in anyway; she would be required to take the soap into her mouth willingly.

El looked at the bubbly, wet bar, and a whimper escaped her lips.

"Come on," Z coaxed. "Open up and take your soap. There's a big girl," he told her as El
opened her mouth and Z slipped the bar halfway into her mouth. "Now close. Big girl! Now,
you hold that bar in your sassy, nasty mouth until you have learned your lesson. Cozy back
over the bed, arms stretched high, no gripping the sheets, you will remain relaxed. Head
forward. It's time for your whipping."

El did as she was told. The soap was horrid! Never had she had her mouth washed out! The
fresh bar of soap had been worked into a plentiful lather and it filled her mouth. It was bitter
and it burned her sassy tongue. But its real punishment came with the first lash of Mr. Z's belt
across her naked bottom. The pain was so great that she bit down, instinctively clenching her
jaw, and her teeth suck down into the detergent, helping it to release its bitter punishment.

Mr. Z had never used a belt to discipline El. As a child, he knew the neighbor boy received
the belt by his father. He had heard those events sometimes, as he walked home, never feeling
sorry for his friend. He had heard the leather against his friend, but as he administered his own
whipping to his disobedient girl, he knew his friend had, at least, his clothes on when his
father corrected him. The leather's slap against the fleshy mounds of El's ass was clear and
loud. The sound stung.

He smiled as he watched El's bare butt turn red in precise even lines all down her butt. He
enjoyed the muffled sounds from her mouth as she held the bar of soap between her lips.

"Don't you dare spit that soap out," he warned. He aimed another swipe of the leather to El's
bottom. "You hold that soap in your nasty, back talking mouth, and accept your punishment."
Another well placed lick with the belt. And another. And another.

El held the bar of bitter soap in her mouth, her teeth halfway through its thickness, and
suffered through her whipping. Her ass was so sore and painful, her pussy so cold and gone
from her, her mouth so full of suds and salvia because she didn't dare swallow, that she began
to cry. She couldn't help herself. She bawled and regretted, regretted her unmindful, grand
behavior. She knew better.

Mr. Z stopped, and as he put his belt back around his slacks, noticing the massive bulge in his
crotch (he'd offer it to El if he didn't think of her sucking him off wasn't a reward) told her,
"That is one fine color of red on your bad little bottom, Miss. Nice, neat stripes across your
backside. That's testimony to my excellent aim, the beauty and balance of your stripes. Quite
perfect, I'd say. I did a good, precise job. Didn't I?"

El nodded in eager agreement. Her face still wet from her spent tears.

"Huh?" Z asked. "I couldn't hear that. Oh, oh, that's right. Your mouth is being punished too.
Corrected to remember just who the hell you are, and how you are to talk to your superiors!
You may remain as you are, butt bared, soap in mouth until I come and get you to start
dinner."

Mr. Z left the room and helped himself to another beer.

El, unwilling to swallow the sudsy water in her mouth, drooled all over her bed sheet. She'd
probably catch hell for it, but she had no choice. The soap was disgusting and tasted
poisonous, but it was working. She never wanted to mouth off or sass or cuss or over spend
again in her life.

Mr. Z finally returned and allowed her to rid her mouth of the soap. He had to help her
because her teeth had suck so deep into the soft bar. She was still kneeling down, bent over
her bed.

"Oh, my," Mr. Z tut, tutted. "My belt must have delivered my message. Look at these teeth
marks. Maybe we should keep this. Display it for you. Help keep you focused. How does that
sound? Should we buy a nice glass case and put your bar inside. Prop it up in your bedroom
so your remember what happens to little girls that sass and disrespect her betters."

"Yes, sir," El gagged.

"You soiled your bedcover. Strip that off and put on a fresh cover. You may rise and get to
work. You may not replace your panties. You may not rinse your mouth."

El worked quickly, running the soapy bedcover to the laundry room. She eyed the wash basin
thirstily. She wanted to wash the soap out of her mouth, but didn't dare. When she returned to
her room and finished replacing the bedcover, Mr. Z had her stand, her left side to him, and he
held her left wrist in his left hand. With his right hand he lifted up her dress and looked at her
bare butt.

"That looks like one sore ass, Miss," he commented. "Describe it to me."

"It is sore, sir. You are quite skilled with your belt. I have never felt so corrected, never so
loved."

Z's cock thumped back to life. When she put her mind to it, El was brilliant.

"You've been spared a lot of cuts. You have just a few. You'll have a tender backside a few
days, but that's tough isn't it?"

"No, sir."

"Why not?"

El hung her head, her mouth bitter, her ass bared. "I deserved my whipping."

"And?"

"And my bar of soap."

"God damn right you did. Hold up your dress." El grabbed it in her right hand. Z swatted her
ass. El jumped. "Arch your back," he told her. He spanked her with his bare hand. "Why don't
you count for me, baby? Nice and clear. Let's hear your shitty mouth behaving today." His
hand began to work.

"One! Two! Three! Four, five, six," El counted. Her butt was beyond sore and blazing hot!
"Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen..."

At twenty hand swats, she was allowed to stop counting. Mr.Z next used a paddle on El's
bottom, and was paddled again to twenty. She was forced to thank her daddy, Daddy Z, for
loving her after each swat of the wooden board to her bottom.
"That is one red butt! Sore and humbled. Get out of your new outfit."

El undressed and redressed in approved clothing and was led to the kitchen by the hand to start
dinner. Before she was allowed to start cooking, Z had her make him a tall, ice filled glass of cool
clear water while he took a seat at the breakfast bar. He made her stand in front of him as he slowly
took three sips from the glass.

"Mmm," he said, torturing her. "That is good! So clean and pure. Cleansing. Refreshing. Mmm," he
sipped again, holding the glass up to look at it when he was finished. "Look how clear it is. Look how
soothing it is." He handed the glass to his servant. "Dump that out and get me a beer. A frosty glass
too. You may pour."

El held back the tears that threatened to fall. She wouldn't break! Her ass hurt, her mouth was gross,
but she would remain strong and tough. She wouldn't cry again. She just wouldn't! She fixed Mr. Z his
beer, frosty mug and all, and set to work preparing supper under her master's critical eye.

The boys settled in around the dinner table. El had set it as usual: china, silverware, linen, and put
the hot dishes down the center. Since it was not her place to discuss any matters unless requested
to, she acted cheerful and helpful as she fixed drinks for all, and took her place at the table. She sat
next to Mr. X's right who sat at the head of one end of the table. Mr. Z sat at the head of the other
end, and Mr. Y sat directly across from her.

As they settled in, Mr. Z told El, "Wait. I have your dinner right here." He put a fresh bar of soap on
her dinner plate. It was dry this time, but still menacing.

Mr. X asked, curious, "What's this?" He looked at Mr. Z.

"Someone has been very, very sassy today. Sassy and extremely disrespectful," Z explained
mysteriously.

Mr. X looked at El.

"Daddy?" She implored, begging him with a look to spare her.

Mr. X looked at the soap on the plate, and then back to his girl. He had no idea what was going on,
but Z was a Master and he must have a good reason to punish El in this new method.

"Put it in your mouth," he told El.

"Please?" She begged.

X just gave her a look that told her to do it now; there will be no discussion.

El picked up the bar and put it in her mouth.

"There's a big girl," Mr. X said. He looked back at Mr. Z and asked, "What's this all about?"


Mr. Z explained as the men filled their dinner plates and ate. He told X and Y about the credit card
bill, and the subsequent curse word, and the serious back talking. When he was done with his story,
even Mr. Y looked shocked, and he rarely cared about what El did. He basically just liked to fuck her
and play with her. He had his fetishes, things he liked to do, but really had no use for many of the
things X and Z liked to do with El.

El hung her head in humble shame, the bar of soap hanging from her mouth.

"Come here," Mr. X told her. El leaned toward him. He took the bar of soap in his hand and told her,
"Open." She opened. X pushed the bar further into her mouth. "Close." He sat back and examined his
work. "That's better." He took her chin in his hand and stroked her cheek with his forefinger. "There's
a big girl."

El started crying. Being called a 'big girl' was code for 'you're a stupid girl, so naughty and in trouble.
You will take your punishment and correction without compliant or fuss. You will behave, and you
have obeyed my order, but you are not a good girl, you will not escape, you will submit, you have no
choice.'

Mr. X tisked, tisked her tears, shaking his head slowly, a look of regret in his blue eyes, "Now, now
your tears won't help you. You've been a very bad girl, and you are being punished. Mr. Z has every
right to correct you as he sees fit. I won't help you. I can't help you. You sit here like a big girl with
your soap in your mouth, and think about your behavior and how you need to behave, and how you
will apologize to Master Z. Your superiors are going to discuss your further punishment and finish
their dinner. So sit up straight, hands on your lap, eyes down, and be still. You're to be thinking." X
dropped her chin, looked her over, and told her, "There's a big girl."

X returned his gaze to Z as he returned to his meal, and told him, "I think the belt in this case was
prudent. I would have done the same. I still might. What got into her? The spending? The serious
back talking?"


Z shook his head. "I didn't ask."

"Well," X sighed, "I think we'll have to get to the bottom of her behavior. We need to take steps to
prevent this from happening again." Mr. X looked at El. "Don't we girl?"

El did not look up, but nodded her head obediently.

"Maybe she's full of herself," Mr. X continued. "Maybe she's full of shit. I think we ought to clean her
out top to bottom. I think someone needs an enema. Help rid her of her shitty ways."

El's spirit sank lower. She began to cry anew. Mr. X gave her an enema twice a month, at the
minimum, in the privacy of his bedroom. He always told her, as her butt quivered trying to hold her
enema inside her, that it was good for her anal muscles. It kept her tight and clean for ass fucking.
She knew this enema tonight would not be private, would not be to cleanse her, keeping her ready
for anal use, or to exercise her, keeping her hole and canal tight, but it would be to punish, to
humiliate, to teach.

Mr. Z's eyes lit up. He had never known of this. Had never seen it either. "Oh, yeah? An enema, huh?
It helps?"

"It can," it was Mr. Y finally speaking. "A nice big flushing. Soap in her mouth. Soap up her ass."

El was shocked by Master Y's interest. He had never even given her an enema. He rarely joined in
when she was being treated with an enema. He had watched, of course, but she knew he had no real
taste in it. His words scared her.

"I'd like to spank her over my knee while she holds her water," Mr. Y added.

El's mind swirled. No one had ever done that to her before. What if she lost control and squirted all
over while she was being paddled!? What if they plugged her butt spigot and wouldn't allow her to
squirt!? Oh, God! Oh, God! She was so afraid!

"You can do that?" Mr. Z asked.

"Oh, yes, you can," Mr. X explained. "Although we've never done anything like that. We've bounced
her up and down, made her walk around while she holds her enema. It's good exercise. But a
spanking while she's full? Interesting. It would be really fun and punishing if she was very full and
plugged."

"Plugged?" Z asked.

"Yes, a big butt plug. You see," X put his elbows on the table explaining, "a small enema can be held
in the bowels, with practice, easily. And our girl is well practiced with that. I've even driven her to
dinner, making her hold her water, then had her release it in the parking lot. Remember that,
sweetie?" He reached out and caressed her arm.

El blushed bright red. No one knew of that. It had been so horrible to practically squat in a public
parking lot and drain her bowels. She had been perfectly clean. Master X had given her bag after bag
until she ran clear, but it was still embarrassing. Mr. X had praised her as she gathered her skirt from
the bottom, crouched down a bit, and voided. He had held her from behind to watch her stream hit
the pavement. He had been so kind to her that night. So lovingly and proud of her control and trust
in him. El nodded her head. Yes, she remembered.

"But a big enema," X continued, "especially if its soapy and irritating, needs to be held in. It's called
forced retention. It's hard on the recipient but exciting for the administer. Yes, yes! A big enema she
will be forced to retain while she takes a trip around the spanking circle. Then we'll use her is some
other ways. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Y and Z said.

El was standing, her back to the boys, as they sat behind her. Mr. X was making ready her treatment.
Thankfully her mouth was free of the bar of soap and she had been allowed to rinse her tongue,
teeth, and lips. They were all in Mr. X's bedroom, the usual place for her monthly enemas. The boys
were sitting in chairs behind her. She was naked and for the moment they were talking about her
whipping and her naked butt.

"Hardly any bruising or lash marks," Mr. Y observed. "Are you sure you used your belt?"

"Am I sure, girl?" Mr. Z asked El.

"Yes, sir. Very sure," El obediently answered.

"How many licks did I give you?"

Z knew she didn't know. He hadn't required to count out, but he knew there was an appropriate
response to his question, and he expected her to answer correctly.

"I was unable to count out my licks because I was having my mouth washed out with soap." El
watched Mr. X move to the room's bathroom and begin to fill an enema bag. He also added a healthy
squirt of cleansing soap to the bag and gave the bag a good shake, mixing the soap and warm water.
She didn't want what was soon to come. "I did not keep track," she continued, "because with each
loving lash, I mentally praised my master for having the wisdom and desire to correct me, and to
teach me how to be a good young lady. My gratitude was all consuming."

Mr. X returned to his seat behind her, bringing with him a portable stand from which El's enema bag
would hang.

"So right you are, little girl. But you were also given a good ole fashion spanking. How many swats did
you get?" Z asked.

"Forty, sir. Twenty I counted clearly and graciously while my Master used his hand. The other twenty
my Master used a paddle, and I sang out my gratitude to my daddy Z for loving me, caring for me so,
so much while he used his paddle on me."

"Master Z is good to you, baby?" Asked Mr. Y.

"He is an excellent Master. All my misters are excellent to me."

"You don't deserve us, do you girl?" Y prodded her mind and her obedience. He was truly angry with
her. He was actually looking forward to punishing her. He wanted her to be completely humbled,
completely repentant.

"No, sir," was all she said, it was enough because the next voice was Mr. X's. She tried not to tense,
but she was so very worried.

"Usually I have her spread her own ass or I have her on her hands and knees with her legs spread
really wide so I can see her rectum. Since this is your first time Z, what would you like?"

Z wasn't sure, but Mr. Y came up with an excellent idea. "Why don't I spread her butt," Y offered. "I'd
like to rip her butt open. Z should have a clear view of her enema."

Z was pleased. That would be very nice. "Yes, that would be satisfactory."

Mr. Y picked up his chair, placed it in front of El, and reached around, grabbed a butt cheek in each
hand, and pulled El open.

"A little wider," Mr. X said. "Please, Z pick a nozzle. The tip will be inserted into her rectum, all of it,
which the bag and hose will be connected. I'll be honest, I usually only use the smaller nozzles."

Z picked up a big nozzle, not the biggest, but bigger than the middle sized ones.

"Very good," X said.

He lubed up the whole nozzle. El clenched her butt together when she felt the cold of the lubed
plastic at her chute's opening.

"Easy girl," Mr. Y warned. "Time for your medicine."

El was not lubed up herself, and the nozzle was bigger than she was use to. She groaned in shame,
knowing the two boys were watching the evasion of her butt hole.

"I said easy, girl," Y warned. There was a rare, dangerous edge to his voice.

El told herself to relax. Let come what would surely come and try to have some pleasure in it,
although she didn't like her enemas.

"Now, we connect her to the hose, unclamp it, and fill her butt and bowels. Would you like the
honors, Mr. Z?" X asked.

"Yes. What do I do?" He was eager to watch this. The hose was clear so he would be able to see the
soapy contents enter El's butt.

"Unclamp that." X pointed to the clamp near the top of the hose.

Z stood and removed the clamp. The bag began to empty, the water flowed, it disappeared into El's
rectum where it began to fill her with warm sudsy water. He quickly sat back down.

Mr. X watched carefully too. El whined as the air in the hose made its way up her, then she sighed
pleasantly when the warm water poured in.

"I didn't prime the hose so the first sound you hear is one of discomfort as air is forced in. I don't like
priming the hose. I like, well how do I say this, the audio of the air coming back out her rectum. It's
quite funny. All farty and wet, but as you see it is soon replaced with pleasure." El squeaked a little
and fidgeted on her feet. Mr. X continued his speech to Mr. Z, "As she fills, and it does come quickly,
you can see it's uncomfortable. There's a big girl, El. This is a modest enema. We're going to show
Master Z how you can hold your water. Oh, yes, big girl. Almost done."

El's body heated up and she felt blushed with shame.

"Almost done. Almost ready to be exercised."

X jiggled the nozzle in her butt. And finally, excitingly, with the warm fullness in her butt, her bowels
vaguely gurgling, and the tap of her nozzle up her butt, El's pussy tingled awake. She was more
confident now; her ally was back.

"She's emptied her bag," X said to Z. Mr. Y still held her ass apart. "We will now remove her nozzle.
You hold your water girl. Any leaks or accidents and we start over, but bigger and sudsier. You hold it
until you you're allowed to release it."

X removed the nozzle slowly. El clenched her sphincter muscle and she closed up tightly. It was easy,
for now, to comply with her instructions. Mr. Y closed her butt and rejoined the boys behind her.

Mr. X sat back in his chair. "I remember when I was in med. school, we had to learn how to
administer enemas, suppositories too. I was so excited. We had all just moved in together," he waved
his hand to indicated Mr. Y and El, "and I wanted to practice so I would be ahead of the rest of the
class. You hold your water, girl. I want you exercising that anal canal and hole for me." He reached
forward and gave El a gentle pat on her buttocks. "There's a big girl. So I go the hospital drug store
and buy the works: bag, clamp, nozzle, hose, cleanser, stand. I rush home, strip El down, she was so
young, just a baby really, still a virgin, me and Y were still exploring our little girl, put her on the bed
on her side, and set off and filled the bag with water and cleanser. What I didn't know, was the water
was too hot and I had put in way too much soap, but I rushed back to the bed, made El raise a leg to
her chest, and tried to shove the nozzle up her butt, dry. I was starting to get pissed, thinking she was
purposely preventing me from inserting it that I almost spanked her," he laughed. "Then I
remembered I needed lubrication. I couldn't wait to fill her so I just crammed the nozzle up her after I
had lubed it up. She wailed. She was not experienced anally. I told her to shut her mouth, hung the
bag, and let it rip. She complained almost immediately, who knew about the air in the hose? I told
her again to shut up, but when the water entered her, she really wailed. Now, I didn't know what her
problem was so this time I did spank her. Just held her down on her side and flayed away, paddling
her butt but good. She started crying. I just held her down so excited the water was filling her. You
remember that, baby?"

"Yes, sir."

Boy did she ever remember that!

"What happened next? Tell Master Z."

El couldn't believe this! This story wasn't funny. She didn't want to replay this memory out for their
amusement. She was getting anxious. She could now feel her enema, although a modest one,
working. She felt all loose and fluid in the small of her back, but she had better start talking. She was
already in too much trouble.

"The soap started to work."

"Yes, yes," X said happily. "I didn't know better. Besides, this was her first enema so she had no
training. After awhile I started fiddling with the nozzle, and she blew that plastic right out her ass!
And boy did she make a mess! And the noise! I learned later in school to prime the hose so the
patients don't make so much noise when they eliminate. I didn't understand what her problem was
so I decided right then and there she needed to be potty trained again. I cleaned her up, cleaned up
the bed and floor, and as I was putting her over my knee to spank her properly for being such a
naughty girl, shitting all over, I noticed the water had been too hot and her skin was very red and
angry. I put her on the bed and tended to her. Remember that, baby?"

El nodded, her buttocks beginning to quiver. The enema was moving her bowels. "Yes, sir."

"She's beginning to quiver. Look at her exquisite ass. The soap is working, churning inside her,
loosening her. Look. Look how she has to clench. You hold your water, girl." X reminded her. "You
continue with your story, but don't you dare lose your load. You hold your enema until you are
allowed to relieve yourself."

El clenched her bottom and continued Master X's story. "You gave me ice."

"Where did I put the ice?"


"Up my butt."

"I did. I did. And it helped right?"

"Oh, yes sir. It felt good."

"Yes, I know. I was becoming the doctor I am now so I brought her relief. After a week or so, I
resumed her potty training. By this time, I had actually 'learned' how to give an enema, learned how
and why they work, and I was able to train her. Didn't I, girl?"

"Yes, sir. I was thoroughly potty trained by my daddy X."

Mr. X suddenly got up, grabbed his chair, and placed it front of El. The chair was slightly turned
toward Mr. Y and Mr. Z. When he sat and pulled El onto his lap, her legs straddled him. Her feet did
not touch the floor. Both boys could see X's face, but could still see El's butt hole.

El could barely hold her enema with her legs stretched opened. She knew what was coming next. She
had never done this in front of an audience. She rarely failed anymore, but this added pressure might
make her weak and she would displease her masters.

Mr. X looked at her. "Sit up straight. There's a big girl." He looked at her tits. They were full and
round and her nipples were peach pink. He pinched them causally, watching them hardened.
"There's a big girl. It was during your potty training, when you learned to use the potty properly, that
we came up with that." X was now far away, remembering the early years. "I remember your potty-
chair, then your bucket, then the big potty. You were such a big girl weren't you?" He snapped out of
his memories, he suddenly looked cross and determined. El squirmed on his lap. "How're your
bowels?"

"Loose. I'm ready, sir."

"Louder!" X pinched her nipples hard.

"Loose!" El squealed. "I'm ready!"

"You're not ready. You're ready when one of us, one of your masters, tells you you are ready. Hold
your water! You're going for a ride."

El braced herself...what she feared began.

Master X began to bounce her on his lap. He lifted both knees quickly up and down. El's titties
bounced up and down on her chest, but it was her ass canal that she concentrated on.

"Look at me," X ordered. "You hold your water." El groaned, misery engulfing her. "You better hold
your water. Any leaks or you squirt, we start over, bigger and badder."

El broke out into a sweat. Her body glistened, but she held her enema. She moaned in helpless
shame as she realized soon she would lose control and empty her bowels on the carpet.

Mr. Z was watching Master X take complete control. He remembered everything. He wanted X's
power. He wanted El as helpless and demeaned to him as she was to her Master X. He hardly noticed
his raging cock.

Master X looked sternly at his bouncing baby. "Oh, oh, oh," he mocked her as he watched her face.
"Oh, oh, I know it's hard!" He bounced harder. El was now really pounding up and down. "Oh, I know
it's hard to hold it! Potty training a little girl is tough business." Bang. Bang. Bang, his knees went, El
joining in the ride. "Hold that water! Hold it! Hold it! You don't have your potty-chair beneath you.
You better not soil my carpet." X's boner was breaking under El's relentless jarring. El was about to
make a huge mistake. She couldn't lose control! She needed help to hang on.

"Oh, Daddy, please, please! I can't. I can't hold it!"

"Here." X pulled her forward and bent her torso to the side of his chest. He stuck a finger up El's butt
hole and sat her back up. "Better?"

"Oh, yesss! Oh, thank you. Thank you, Master."

Mr. X felt her relax dangerously, but his finger held her enema up her. She cuddled against his chest,
her rectum bearing down against his finger. El was quivering around his finger. She was boiling hot,
and limp bodied, breathing in small shaky breaths.

"Did you cum, little one?" He asked her, not minding her prone position. She hadn't been given
permission to snuggle down against him, or to cum, but she was trying so hard, and it couldn't be
easy to hold a soapy enema up your butt while others watched closely.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." She began to sob. "I'm so, so sorry." Her bottom pushed against his finger up her
rectum.

"It's okay, baby. You're a big, big girl. Turn your head and look at your daddies. You may keep your
head against my chest."

El turned her face to the right and looked at her two other masters. She kept her face on Master X's
chest, near his neck. She brought up her hand, making a little fist, close to her mouth. Her bowels
relaxed against the reassuring pressure of Mr. X's finger plugging her up.

Mr. Y and Mr. Z both thought their sex toy was absolutely adorable tucked up on her master's lap,
snuggling against his chest, her hand balled up near her mouth, her beautiful face stained with tears.

"Suck your thumb," Mr. Y ordered.

El knew Master Y liked it when she was infantile. He liked to rock her and swaddle her at bedtime like
a small child. He never went so far as diapers, but he had thoroughly enjoyed her potty training
sessions all those years ago, and during that time he had trained her to suck from a bottle. He had
wanted her to breast feed off a wet nurse, but El had never been receptive to that idea so he settled
for nursing her with a bottle and having her suck her thumb.

El tucked her thumb in her mouth and sighed deeply. She knew Master Y would have her do it, and
she found a weird, old comfort as she sucked a way at her digit. She wished her night could be over,
but she knew better. She relaxed more, taking advantage of the rest, and her bowels rumbled.

"God, that's so sweet," Y said. "You're so precious, little one, so young and pink. Can we get her to
the toilet?"

"No," X replied. "She's totally relaxed against me. Her sphincter can't hold it anymore. You okay,
baby?"

El just wiggled closer into his chest and sucked childishly on her thumb. She whined a little and
sighed deeply.

"What a precious little girl," X said. "I think we better get her potty-chair. We'll have her void here on
my lap."

Mr. Y rummaged in Mr. X's closet and found the chair. He placed it in front of the couple on the chair,
and took off the seat top so just the deep bowl was below El.

Mr. Y and Mr. Z repositioned their chairs away from the potty-chair, but near enough to enjoy the
show.

Mr. X placed his free hand of El's hot, sweaty back and rubbed her gently. He told her, "Sit up,
sweetie. There's a big girl."

El knew she would use her potty-chair, something she hadn't done in years, in front of her masters.
She knew they would watch her hole explode as water, and solids and air fought their way out of her.
She was nervous and ashamed. She felt her O-ring tighten around the finger that held her enema
inside her.

Mr. X gave her a gentle bounce or two, and eased his finger out of her hole. He didn't remove his
finger completely. Instead he said, "Time to void. I want you to bear down through your rectum. You
will force your water out. You are being monitored and watched. Your audience wants to see your
elimination. They want to see you strain and squirt."

X bounced her again and ordered her, "Push. And again. Push. Rest. Push. Rest. Push. There's a big
girl." X could feel the rumble in his slave's bowels. He felt her heat up with the straining he was
forcing her to produce. "Push. Hold it. Hold it. Keep pushing. Keep pushing. There's a big girl."

El was suffering. She had to keep pushing against X's implanted finger, and she felt her body cramp
and strain. She was biting her thumb and groaning loudly. Why wouldn't Mr. X remove his finger!?
Oh, God! He kept making her push. She had to void! She had to go!

"Just a few more, El. Keep pushing. Relax." X's boner was throbbing hotly in his slacks. All the boys'
boners were pulsing beasts in their pants. "Push. Relax. Push. Push. Push. Keep pushing. Big girl. Big
girl. Keep pushing. Almost there. Bear down. Bear down. Think of your rectum. Think of your water.
Think of the release, the blessed release of your enema. Think of your potty-chair. Keep pushing.
Bear down. God! She's gonna blow! You boys watch out," he warned. "Almost ready. Almost done
pushing. Relax. Relax. That's a big girl. Push. Push. We're almost ready. Push. Push. Push. Hold it!
Hold it!"

Never had Mr. X punished El so cruelly. She groaned in misery and her bowels growled in protest. She
wanted to blow her enema, but she had to keep pushing and straining. Finally her body went slack;
she sucked her thumb hungrily, finding comfort in her suckling like a true baby. She no longer could
push, and was no longer afraid of voiding her contents into her potty-chair. She needed to release
her bowels, and she would accept her daddy's decision to when that might be.

Mr. X sensed her surrender. It was what he wanted. He realized how much he missed the early days,
when El was a little girl, a virgin in need of guidance and training.

"What has potty training taught you, baby girl?" He asked.

"Control. Responsibility. Humility," El answered her thumb still in her mouth.

"What do you need, little baby girl?"

"To use my potty-chair."

El didn't care. She wanted to go. She needed to void. They would watch and laugh, and she would be
a big girl.

"Promise me you won't miss the chair. I'm going to have you squirt up here on my lap."

"Yes, Daddy. I won't miss."

"Okay, baby, let's get you ready."

Mr. X knew she couldn't push anymore, but that was okay. He could feel the pressure inside her. Feel
it and hear it.

"You boys ready?" X asked.

Z sat forward in his chair. He was more than ready to watch. They both nodded eagerly.

X removed his finger, and El groaned in absolute relief. She felt her hole open and her stomach
clenched tightly as she pushed out her enema. Water, soap, solids, and air all rushed out loudly and
sloppily. She heard it hit her potty-chair with force. She knew it had a deep bowl, but hoped none of
it was splattering onto the carpet.

"Oo, wee, look at her go!" Mr. Y cheered. "Jesus, she's a steady stream." Right then El farted loudly.
"Oh and loud too!"

The boys laughed heartily.

El would cry later, for now she had to go! At the end, air escape from her bottom and she passed it
loudly.

The boys laughed again and mocked her.

"Is that your final word, girl?" Y asked.

"It's not polite to talk with your mouth full," Z scolded playfully.

More laugher. More straining by El, but she was completely empty.

Master X stroked her back and allowed her to rest against him again. El sucked her thumb again. She
knew they hadn't forgotten their plans to have her visit the spanking circle being forced to hold an
enema. She had had those before, but never did she have to visit the spanking circle while she was
forced to retain her enema. She felt the sting in her eyes of the tears she was sure to shed. She
listened to the boys laugh and comment on how her hole had opened, and how her water had come
out in a strong stream. Mr. X assured them her hole would open nice and wide when she voided her
next enema. El sucked harder at her thumb. The boy's talked soon turned to her potty-chair. She
hadn't spilled a drop, thank God, but it was dirty. X assured them it was normal, and the next one
would be cleaner. El tugged harder at her thumb and cried like the little girl she was.

Master X laid El, tummy side down, on his bed. Unfortunately for her, he had inserted a rectal
thermometer in her bottom. It had special bulbous tip, and it was very long. It could be inserted
deeply or shallowly, and it wouldn't fall out. El was so aware of the thermometer that she held her
butt up, her hips off the bed.

Doctor X, her supreme Master, noticed her and came to her. He sat next to her and leaned close to
her ear, "Put your bottom down, El," he said. He patted her naked butt gently. "I know you don't like
it when you have to have your temperature taken rectally, but I don't give a shit what you like or
don't like. I am your doctor and I will monitor you. There's a big girl. You lay still and let the
thermometer do its work. Don't make me remove it, paddle you, and start over. We're busy getting
things ready for you. Now, warm up your thermometer so I can make sure you're healthy. Besides,
your other Masters are enjoining watching you as my patient. They like seeing you on my bed being
measured. You may suck your thumb, little one. I know that helps."

El didn't want her thumb. She wanted a cock, but she couldn't demand one. She popped her thumb
in her mouth to make Master X happy, but she wasn't at all happy. Her butt felt violated. She hated
having her temperature taken, and her bottom was tender from her whipping, and her hole was tired
from her enema. She wanted to kick her feet and scream.

Mr. X left. He had El's next enema to prepare. El was alone for awhile. She began to suck her thumb,
imaging one of her master's cocks. Her pussy whispered softly in her groin, comforting her, and
without realizing it, she lifted her bottom upward, in a childish attempt to escape the intrusion in her
asshole.

Mr. Y and Mr. Z returned to Mr. X's bedroom. They had beer, and they had arranged one of the
lesser-used rooms in the house, the one they always used, for El's spanking. She would be forced to
hold a big, warm enema while she was required to move around the room, naked, and bend over
each of their knees to be paddled. They had gathered big fluffy towels in case of an accident, dozens
of spanking devices, and a bucket of crushed ice stuffed with beer. They noticed El. Her butt was
elevated, and she was sucking her thumb like a baby whore. As they both cracked open beers, they
moved toward her, their cocks raging in their pants.

"Get that butt down," Mr. Y told her. "You know better than that." Y kneeled on the bed next to her
head. "On second thought, bitch, get that ass back up."

El complied immediately. Her pussy hugged her hotly, finally letting her know it was here to protect
her, to help her through her difficult evening.

Mr. Y unzipped his pants and pulled out his sausage. He had the smallest penis of all her masters, but
it was nothing to trifle with. It was long and slim. It choked her efficiently.

"Head up! Thumb out!" He held his cock for her. "Move!"

El shimmied to his gorgeous, engorged cock. She swallowed it gratefully. There was no bitter bite of a
bar of soap, no salty taste of her thumb. There was only the taste of Master Y. An old, comforting
taste. She sucked and slurped him hungrily.

"Keep your ass up, bitch. I want to see that rectal thermometer," Y told her. "Suck me. Eat my man
sausage. Oh, that's right, cunt. You pleasure me and my cock."

Z grabbed the thermometer and began masturbating El's asshole with it. Her hole was so sensitive
from her enema that the bulbous tip stimulated her hotly. She gobbled up Master Y's dick, and
gagged herself again and again on it. Mr. Y reached over and pulled her ass open. He stretched her
wide. Mr. Z kept flicking the thermometer in and out of her. El's pussy heated up and she began to
rotate her ass around, wishing something bigger was in her butt. She slammed her mouth down on
the glorious meat in her mouth. She felt Mr. Y's pre-cum swelling. Her stomach growled; she hadn't
eaten dinner. She needed some protein.

Mr. Y's climax was eminent. El held her butt up obediently, allowing Mr. Z to play with her rectal
thermometer. She was concentrating on the prick in her hot mouth, her pussy urging her on, when
she heard Mr. X return, "I'm trying to get a reading, gentlemen."

"I know. I know," Mr. Y told him, his hips pounding into El's face, his dick tickling her tonsils. "But
hold on. Hold on. I'm cumming."

He slammed into El's mouth and held his groin against her, forcing his cock deep while he jizzed
deeply down her gullet.

El swallowed her dinner and held her naughty ass up so Mr. Z could play with her.

Mr. Z sheepishly kept manipulating the rectal thermometer in and out of her butt hole.

"Well, when you two are done," Mr. X told them, "stick the thermometer back up her butt so I can
get a reading."

"Yes, doctor," they both said.

El was left alone while she digested Master Y's gift, and she worked on heating up her rectal gift. The
boys left her alone a long time. Doctor X wanted an accurate reading. Finally, they returned. Mr. X
read her temperature out loud, pronounced her ready and healthy, and got her to her feet. She was
placed as before, but this time no one would hold her butt open. All the boys were behind her.

El noticed the enema bag hanging on the portable stand as it had been hung for her first enema of
the night. A clear long hose hung from the end of it. The bag was very full. Too full she thought, but
her pussy was with her. It stung hotly as she stood patiently waiting for her punishment. She wetted
her pussy lips and inner thighs. She was happy. She could handle this horror better with a hot, wet
cunt.

"Mr. Z please pick a nozzle." Z picked a huge one, two sizes larger than the one before. "Thank you,"
Mr. X said. "Now, would you hold her open while I insert her nozzle. Hold her wide. She needs to take
the whole tip."

Doctor X inserted the cold lubed tip up his naughty girl. Mr. Z could feel El clench her buttocks.
"Relax," he instructed. "Your enema is coming like it or not. There will be no resistance." He jerked
her wide, drawing her hole taunt.

The nozzle was huge, but it was nothing compared to the enema El was getting. Her buttocks were
already quivering and she whined loudly. She was already fuller than she could remember. Mr. X had
opened the bag and he was allowing it to drain very fast. He hadn't primed the hose and she felt the
air forcing its way through her bowels. The water was warmer than normal and much soapier. She
would cramp quickly.

"Ohhh," she moaned helplessly.

"You're doing fine." Mr. X told her. "There will be no reprieve. You will take your enema straight
through. You are being punished. I have your flow up fast. Just relax and you'll handle it. I gave her
extra soap and warmer water," he told his partners in a conspiratorial tone. "She'll be cramping real
soon. The soap is an irritant. Helps with the bloating. Speaking of bloating. Pretty soon her belly will
swell."

"Really?" Z asked curious.

"Oh, yes. The water will fill her up completely. At this point, with this sized enema, loss of control
over the bladder is common. You hold your bladder, girl. Don't you soil my carpet."

As Master X talked, El felt her stomach indeed start to swell. Her butt was so full she couldn't stand
it. A cramp gripped her. She groaned.

"Hands to your sides, girl. No holding your swelling belly. You will stand up straight and suffer, you
stupid whore," Mr. X commanded.

Another cramp gripped her. She pushed against her nozzle, It held. She retained her water. She
pushed again in agony, but her real agony was about to begin.

Mr. Z started talking, seeking answers from her, "You will explain to me, and your other Masters,
what the hell is with your credit card bill."

"I'm so sorry, sirs." El couldn't manage thinking or explaining.

"Not nearly good enough," Z told her.

"Please, I can't!"

"Can't? Bull shit! You will!"

"Please, Master Z!"

El cramped again her butt bearing down, trying to get relief. She broke out into a serious sweat. Her
body glistened.

"I want a God damn answer!" He slapped her ass.

El jumped. Mr. Z grabbed her by the hips and held her still. He looked down at her crack. The enema
hose disappeared into her butt, and he knew the flow of water was entering her, filling her to the
brim. He'd change tactics. He'd make this sassy bitch squirm.

"How big is her enema?" Z asked X.

"Big," Doctor X said. "Almost a gallon."

"A gallon! Hear that, baby? You have to take almost one gallon of warm soapy water. Boy, I bet that
sucks."

Mr. Y snickered. He reached around and massaged El's swollen belly. She felt relief as he made room
for more water in her bowels.

"You're just over half way," Z updated. "Your butt is quivering non-stop. I really like potty training
you."

El moaned and hung her head. She was so sorry she messed up so badly.

"What are you doing, baby?" Z asked. He would not let up on her torment, not until she answered all
his questions without delay.

"Being potty trained, sir." She broke out in a fresh coating of sweat as her body was overcome with a
serious cramp.

"Potty training? What kind of undisciplined bitch are you?"

"The worst kind, sir."

El wanted to double over and grasp her stomach, but was forbidden to do so. She accepted her
enema as it flowed hurriedly into her.

"I'm looking at your ass crack. I see the hose disappear into your ass crack." Z released her hips and
gently peeled open her butt. "Now, I see the hose and nozzle up your asshole. Take your water, you
ungrateful, spoiled bitch. Take it all. Almost done. Almost time to force you to hold your enema. You
will have no relief until you're done with your spanking."

Mr. X laughed.

Mr. Y massaged her belly.

El took every drop of her enema.

As Mr. X clamped off the hose so there would be no escape of water from El's very full butt, Mr. Z
asked, "How shy of a gallon?"

X laughed again. His cock was huge from listening to Z talk to El. Z was good at torturing their girl.
"One quart shy."

"Four cups? You hear that, baby? Four cups. I think the other four cups are waiting if you don't
explain yourself."

El began to cry again. She was so full, so uncomfortable; she needed, needed to void. She wasn't
capable of thought or explanation. Her body was shaking from the cramping gripping her body.

"How hard is it to get four more cups in her?"

Z was no longer happy or patient. His cock was screaming. His hand was itching to strike her ass. He
would, by God, get an answer out of her.

"Not hard at all. I can fill another bag and attach it to her hose."

"Make it ice cold."

"Please, sir!" El wailed. "I lost track! I was so excited about my new car. I must have mixed up my
billing cycles. I was careless. I was bold. I had no permission! I beg your pardon." She cramped
painfully. Her butt was about to explode! "Please, please have mercy."

"Explain your cussing."

"I couldn't believeee," she groaned as another cramp struck. Soon she'd be cramping continuously.
She was breathing hard, but she must continue. "I couldn't believe that was my balance. Oh, God!
Please, empty me!"

"Fuck no. You haven't had your spanking yet. You will hold your enema until we say you're done."

El groaned. "Yes, sir."

"The cussing?"

"I was in shock. I got caught. I knew I had messed up, and I would be severely punished. And rightly
so! I'm a bad girl!"

"You need potty training." Z absolutely loved this! He was already planning El's next enema,
privately, in his room.

"Yes, Master. Potty training. I need to learn."

"And finally, explain your back talking."

El was sobbing. Now her bladder was throbbing, and once again her pussy was silent. There would be
no help there. "No excuse, sir. I was desperate and stupid. I should trust your guidance. I should
know everything you do, everything all my masters do, is for my own good. For my betterment. I was
careless and sassy. I am a disrespectful slave. Thank you for your whipping and the soap that
cleansed my mouth out. Thank you for my enemas. I look forward to my spanking."

Mr. Z held her butt opened while Mr. X exchanged the nozzle for a huge butt plug. El's force enema
retention had begun in earnest.

"Turn to the side," Mr. Y told her. "Show us your belly."

El turned. Her normally flat belly was bloated and pushed outward. She had never been so full.

"Her belly is big," Mr. Z noted. He reached up and pressed against it.

El groaned. Master Z's touch increased the pressure in her.

"Oh, yes," Mr. X said. "The bloating can be quite obvious. This is a rather large enema and quite
soapy, which aides in the bloating. This is definitely one of the biggest enemas this stupid whore has
had up her ass. I think she looks quite full, wouldn't you say boys?"

"Yes," Mr. Z agreed. He pushed again.

El groaned again and cramped painfully. She instinctively tried to grab her tummy.

Master X caught her movement instantly. "I will lash your arms to your sides if you try to hold your
stomach again. Yes, you are full, as full as you have ever been, but not as full as you could be. If you
think your are cramping now, just move again and, I assure you, you're gonna learn the meaning of
full." He turned his attention away from his disobedient slave and asked his colleagues, "How do you
want to do this? She needs to get downstairs and walking won't be easy. Crawling would work better
for her, but it would still take some time, and she would need her collar and leash. Carrying her
would be quicker for us, and if carried properly, would still punish her."

Mr. Y stood up, and looked El up and down. She was covered and shinny with sweat. Her belly
protruded rudely and her buttocks were quivering. He wanted to spank her. He wanted to jerk her
roughly back into line.

"How do we carry her?" He asked.

Mr. X shrugged nonchalantly. "A fireman's carry."

Y instantly lifted El up and over his right shoulder. As he settled her over him, he have a healthy
jump, forcing El's swollen, extended stomach to drop painfully on his hard shoulder bone.

El all but screamed in agony. Mr. Y felt her cramp and push forcefully against the imbedded butt
plug.

Y turned to Mr. X. "Will that butt plug hold?"

X shook his head slowly. "It should. It's awfully big, but she's awfully full, and as we know, very
determined and willful."

"You better not loose that plug, bitch," Mr. Y told her. He gave another jump, adjusting El over his
shoulder.

El reacted the same as before. She couldn't help herself. The pressure was unbearable and she hurt.
She wanted down. She needed to be put down. She groaned loudly again.

Mr. Y unceremoniously dropped El in the middle of the den. It was a large room, well furnished in
rich browns and golds. The wooden floor was dark and thick with a large ornate Oriental rug on top,
adding to the rich, masculine feel to the room. The room wasn't used much, but it was used when El
had to visit the spanking circle. The lights were dim, but there was enough light for the Messrs. to
work by. Three chairs were placed in a circle around the room on top of the rug. They were well
spaced so El would have to walk to each man. The other furniture was pushed aside.

The boys all took their seats. Master Z spoke first. "Look at me, cunt," he commanded.

El turned to face her master her water churning cruelly inside her.

Z looked at her, his blue eyes as determined and as cruel as she had ever seen them. "You will go
around twice for the credit card bill, once for the curse word, and you will go around three times for
you're abominable, shitty, stupid attitude toward me. You will hold your enema until you are done
with your six turns around the spanking circle. You will be thankful and gracious, docile and obedient.
You will sit still when being spanked or beat, and you will move with haste to each of your masters
when one is finished with you. You will apologize to each of us before we administer your
punishment. You will thank us after each spanking. When you are completely done, you will void
your enema, and receive the final word on your punishment. Then," he paused momentarily, "we'll
do what we want to you."

El hung her head and listened carefully. The churning in her butt was horrid. She feared she would
lose control; she was already weakening. Her butt was tiring. If the butt plug failed, she'd have a huge
accident.

Master Z scooted to the very edge of his straight back wooden chair. He placed his right leg out as far
as he could while keeping his thigh parallel to the floor. He fixed El with a stern stare, held out his
right hand, and barked, "Come here."

El shuffled forward, her stomach and bowels churning hotly. She feared bending over his knee. The
pressure to her extended belly would be too much. She felt loose and explosive. She wanted the
toilet. She reached out her hand to Master Z and he took it.

Z didn't pull; he just held her steady and encouraged, "Take your time, girl. We don't want any
accidents."

At his knee, he looked her over expectantly. El dutifully hung her head, and in a small voice told him,
in her most brilliant way, "Master Z please find grace and understanding in your loving heart before
you put me over your knee and spank my most unlady like bare butt. I beg you know that I am a
stupid child, an ignorant slave who is too bold, too mouthy, too disrespectful for her own good. I
apologize for my over spending, my use of fowl language, my mouthy behavior, my doubt in your
rule. I'm ready, master. Please, please correct me. Spank me, beat me, I beg you."

Master Z pulled down and over. El groaned loudly. Z could feel the strain in her stomach as the soapy
water sloshed inside her butt. He took a black marker, one that would wash off easily once she was
allowed to bathe, and began to write.

El felt the cold of the marker as her master wrote boldly across her back, starting just above her ass
and moving toward her shoulders. She knew he was jotting down her transgressions, temporarily
branding her. It was something all her masters did at one time or another. Today's marking didn't
distress her as much. She was about to die for the pain in her body! She had to push, bear down, on
the butt plug, trying to find relief from the churning and cramping. Even the evil, hard bulge in
Master Z's pants pained her. She tired to ease up on the plug, fearing it would blow right out of her
rectum, and she would void her bowels in the den, during a spanking circle, after being told
specifically and repeatedly she was not to loose her water. She couldn't help it, she had to strain
against the plug, she had to trust it would hold, or surely she would die from the pain.

Master Z admired his work, capped the pen, and brushed his big, warm hand across his naughty
slave's trembling ass.

"Let's get you started." He smacked her ass...hard. El squealed deliciously. "There's a big girl," he
whispered, and commenced to spank.

After the third turn around the spanking circle, El was sobbing hysterically. Her masters couldn't have
cared less. They forced her to apologize each time, as she had been instructed to do by Master Z
before she bent over the offered knee and received her paddling, and then again forced to thank
them for their care and concern, their commitment to her welfare and well being. Her bowels were
screaming and she was racked with painful cramping. She was crying and sobbing. She wanted to beg
for relief, but wisely said nothing. 'You must learn to trust your Lords,' she scolded herself silently.
'They know what is best for you. You're too stupid to know such difficult things.'

As El got up from Master X's knee for the third time, her ass turning blue from bruising, she
apologized. X had a hard time understanding her words of repentance she was gasping so hard and
hiccuping, but her body told him everything. He was pleased and he was concerned. He dismissed El,
and as she turned to Master Z for the start of her fourth trip around the spanking circle, he called a
halt.

"We better wrap this up," he told his follow superiors. "I understand this is your show Master Z, and I
agree whole heartily that his stupid bitch deserves this, and what ever else she has coming, but as a
doctor, her doctor specifically, I think she is close to collapse. I don't want her damaged permanently,
physically or mentally."

Mr. Z nodded. He knew Mr. X was right. Too much more and El might break in all ways.

Mr. X continued, "It is your decision. I am bound to your will, so is Mr. Y."

Z saw Mr. Y nod in complete support of both he and X.

"She'll finish the circle, but she can do so standing up. She will be excused from apologizing and
thanking," Z decided. El was in front of him, near collapse. He had her turn around and he delivered
one mind-blowing crack to her ass with a paddleboard. He dismissed her.

El was finally done! She had bravely, obediently finished the circle. The end had been fast, but brutal.
Each of her masters had given her just one smack to her butt for her last three go-arounds. She had
been allowed to stand, and to be silently repentant and thankful. Now she stood in the huge kitchen,
the tiled floor cool beneath her feet, clinging, doubled over, to Master Z's arm for support. If he let
go of her, she would surely tumble to the floor. She was so hot and sweaty, clearly suffering that
unbeknownst to her, her black marker was beginning to smear down her back.

Mr. Y stood close by. He opened a beer for himself and Mr. Z. Each took a long, cool drink. He walked
around his slave and the Master she clung to. They were waiting for Mr. X to return with the bucket.

Y talked freely, as was his right, "That is one sore ass. She's bruising already. I'm pretty sure," he
reached out with his finger and poked meanly on El's butt cheek, "that one's mine."

El moaned; the discomfort evident in her woeful sound.

Mr. Z laughed. "I suppose it's the biggest, ugliest mark."

Mr. Y drank down another swig of beer. "Naturally," he bragged. "God, I'm tired. I need to fuck this
cunt. Spread your legs," he ordered. He reached around El and found her clit. Her ass was sticking out
and his huge boner pushed against her.

El jumped at the surprising touch of kindness. She felt the rock hard cock at her ass. Master Y's
closeness, his touching, was both pleasant and painful. She never wanted him more! She relaxed,
pulling downward on Master Z's strong arm. She sighed like a cheap whore.

Master Z laughed, bending his arm upward so El wouldn't fall. "You like that, cunt? You like Master
Y's finger on your dirty clit, his big dick pushing on your butt plug?"

"Oh, yes sir. Yes, sir," El sobbed. She didn't know why she was crying again. Everything was a jumble.
She felt everything possible: the pain, the enema, the pressure, the cock at her ass, the finger at her
clit, the strength of Master Z's support, the regret, the gratitude, the love; the love of her Messrs.

Master Y was seriously diddling her clit and she bent her knees, seeking his reassuring, glorious touch
on her. He did not pull away or tease, he allowed her to seek him and ride him. He told her softly, his
heart full of love, his desire for her full and warm, "There's a big girl."

El came. She felt her hot twat water spurt out of her and she screamed like a virgin, surprised her
body could produce such wicked delight.

Mr. Y had her, and he knew it. He now was going to give her more. "Big, big girl," he told her
soothingly. "Now," he coaxed, "now, do it for me big girl." His finger was relentless and fast. He
tickled El's swollen bean perfectly, talking to her in his calm, deep voice, "Be a big girl for Master Y.
Be a big, big girl for Master Z." He felt her tense. "Wait, baby. Wait for Master Y. He'll tell you when
you're ready." His finger moved and El's body began to quiver. "You're so close, baby. So close."

El moaned non-stop. She waited for his command.

Y looked at Z and said, "She's so close. Should I?"


"Be my guest, man."

"El?" Y asked her softly. "El?"


El just whimpered and whined.

"I want you to be a good girl. Can you be a good girl?"


"Yes, yes, yes, yes," she sighed incoherently.

"You may cum."

El's knees buckled, and this time Mr. Z truly had to hold her up. She dropped her head and repeated
over and over again, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Mr. X came into the kitchen just as El was given permission to cum. He was amused by the sight, and
amazed at El. His bitch was insatiable, but he also knew she was little and fragile in a lot of ways. He
set the bucket down by El's feet, and waited for her and her toying masters to calm down.

After a few moments, El was noticeably calmer. Her breathing was evening out, but when she
opened her eyes, she noticed the clear tall bucket with the make shift toilet seat on its top at her
feet, and she grew weak in the knees again. Her breath once again became ragged and harsh.
Gratitude and enormous relief flooded her body. Her bowels strained painfully, knowing that soon
she would be allowed to evacuate her insides.

"You ready to go girl?" Mr. X asked. "You had enough of your enema?"


El gasped, "Yes, sir. Oh, yes sir. I've had enough. May I please use my bucket?"

"It's not for me to allow you any such thing, you stupid bitch," Master X told her sternly. "It's Master
Z's. You gotta ask to use your bucket? You gotta ask him."

"Master Z," El began, seeking permission to use her bucket, "may I please use my bucket?"

Mr. Y, while El was asking Mr. Z for relief, returned his finger to her clit and began to flick it rapidly.
El's body jerked and she gasped cheapishly. Y set down his beer bottle and placed his hand, fingers
pointing toward the floor on one of El's quivering butt cheeks. He held her bottom gently, knowing
that his light touch would drive El crazy with desire.

"Don't talk to me, bitch. You look busy with Master Y. If you need something, you had better ask the
Master you're busy with if you can ask something of another."

El groaned, frustrated. Her masters could, and probably would, torture her in this manner, each
denying permission for something, making her play a round robin of asking, each smarter and more
clever than her so they stayed one step of her, forcing her, forcing her to ask and ask and ask. It was
impossible to find the end until they were done playing their game. The finger at her clit, strumming
her wickedly along with the soft, warm hand holding her bottom were in sharp contrast to the full,
cramped feeling in her bowels and stomach. It confused her, mind and body.

Desperate El begged, "Master Y may I ask Master Z an important question?"


Mr. Y stepped closer to El. He put his lips close to her right ear, his right finger still playing with her
love bean, and hissed, "What's more important than what I'm doing to you right now?"

El sighed loudly and pulled downward on Mr. Z's supporting arm. Her clit was on fire and her pussy
water was not going to quell her heat.

"Answer me, bitch," Master Y demanded in her ear. "Or I'll spank this ass right here." He gave her left
butt cheek a tender squeeze.

"Nothing. Nothing is more important than you are, sir," El moaned tiredly. She wanted to cum and
void. She needed to cum and void. Not knowing what to do physically and mentally, she began to cry
again.

"That's a naughty slave. You're a bad, bad bitch. Apologize to your other Masters. They're as
important as me when it comes to you."

More sobs. El was trapped. She wouldn't get it correct and her body was demanding release. She
cried uncontrollably, and choked out to her Messrs., "I'm sorry, sirs. I don't know what to do. I'm not
smart enough! I need release. My body needs release. Please, please mercy! Help me! Help me! I'm
so very, very sorry for everything! Please, please you are all important to me. Equals to each other.
So much better and wiser and superior to me."

Master Y smiled and asked, "What do want more, to cum or to void your enema?"

His finger was now seriously strumming El's clit. It felt so good and she was so exhausted that she
answered through tears and sobs, "To cum, sir. Please let me cum."

"You'd rather cum than squirt out your enema." Y laughed, amused by her decision.

"Yes, sir."

"You're some kind of whore aren't you?"

"Oh, yes sir. I am a whore. A dirty, water filled whore."

"Wait for my permission."

"Yes, Master Y."


"You may cum."

El relaxed, and pushed her pelvis forward although she was squatting, her legs wide. Master Y's
finger played her love nub right up and through her climax. Her cum dribbled out her cunt and
wetted the floor. She gasped and moaned.

Master Z untangled his arm from El's and let Master Y take her over. He took a seat in the kitchen
behind El and the bucket in one of the two chairs Master X had place there. Master X had being
watching from the other chair.

Master Y turned El around and maneuvered her in front of the bucket. "Take a sit, you filthy whore,
choosing to cum instead of voiding your enema." He put her on top of the rudimentary toilet top.
"Only a scummy bitch would choose that." He dragged her head up to look at him by El's chin. "I
suppose you want me to diddle your nasty clit while you seat here, too. Maybe you want to cum
while you void your water. Maybe you want to play with yourself while you sit here and shit
yourself." He squeezed her chin very hard. He saw the flickered of pain and fear in her blue eyes. This
pleased him. "Or maybe you want to suck my cock while I pull out your butt plug and you loose your
water. Answer me!" He hissed.

"No, sir," El sobbed. "No, wait! I mean, yes sir! Yes, sir." The tears fell hotly.

Master Y had no sympathy. "Yes, sir what! What do you want to do you stupid cunt?"

El shook her head, despite the vicious grip Master Y had on her face. Her tears burned salty tracks
down the sides of her face. "I don't know, sire. I want to please you, all of you, my masters. I'm so
confused. I'm so tired. I'm so sorry. I want to please. I need your help. Please, help me."

Master Y dropped El's chin and she dropped her head obediently. She continued to cry. She
continued to beg. "Please, help me. Please, sirs. Please."

Mr. Y pulled El's torso forward. "Time to shit your water. Time to show Master Z how you squirt your
big enemas. Ask Mater Z if he is ready."

El looked frantically at the floor. She didn't want to evacuate her bowels, as full as she was, in front
of an audience, but she had no choice. They would make her sit here until she did. She had no
recourse, she had no options, she had no power.

"Master Z are you ready to watch me lose my enema?"

Mr. Z was very ready to watch this spectacle. "I'm ready."

"Ask if he's comfortable."

"Are you comfortable, Master Z and Master X? Are you both comfortable? Do you need a beer? I will
wait until you are ready. Master Y I don't mean to ignore you. Please, are you ready to help me? I will
be patient on my bucket until you are all ready."

'God', El thought hotly, 'let that be good enough'. She was horrified to think she had to have Master Z
witness her shameful moment on her bucket being potty trained, let alone having to ask if He was
ready for her voiding.

"A beer would be good," Master Z said. He got up and retrieved beers from the fridge. Master Y's
would be waiting for him when he had pulled El's plug and she was busy eliminating her enema.

But El, hopeful as she was, was not done.

"Ask if Master Z can see your butt plug hence your butt hole," Master Y told her. "Master Z can you
see my butt plug?" El asked.

"And?" Master Y gave her bent over torso a shake.

"And hence my butt hole once my plug is removed."

"Yes," Mr. Z said.

El was so grateful when Master Y pulled out her butt dam and she explosively expelled her long held
enema. Her first squirt was long and loud and wet. She bore down and her rectum blossomed hugely
to allow the water and soap and air, all under extreme pressure, to escape into her tall, clear bucket.
Master Y didn't join the two men behind her as they watched in amusement as her asshole produced
a strong, steady stream into the bucket. Instead, Y pulled out his stiff dick and shoved it into her
mouth. El, although she wished she could just sit and void and grunt and push, accepted his dick, and
began to work.

El vaguely heard the rude comments and observations of her enema expulsion as she sucked Master
Y's long hard pole. She bravely, hornily reached up and played with his sack. She felt his balls tighten
in her small hand.

"That's amazing," Mr. Z said. "Look at her hole. Look how it stays so wide and round during her
elimination. And the stream! It's so strong and steady!"

Master X nodded in agreement, eyeing El's rectum. "Yes, she was under incredible pressure. Her
body is performing perfectly. Of course, this elimination is going to take some time."


The boys talked and commented on El's performance on the bucket, while Master Y fucked her
mouth to completion.

El drank up her master's hot cum, and licked her lips hungrily as he left her maw and zipped up. Mr. Y
joined his fellow Masters behind her.

"Ya know," Y said thoughtfully as he finished half his bottle of beer in one gulp, "she didn't even use
her safety word."

El was now consciously trying to void her water. She was no longer listening. She was busy making
herself empty, but the male voices, their voices, her wonderful, lovingly master's voices, behind her
comforted her as she worked.

"She didn't did she?" Master X asked.

"No," Mr. Y said, "and she could have."

"Right," Mr. X agreed.

"Well..." Mr. Z started to say.

Mr. Y cut him off, "I know. You could have denied her use of the safety word, but she took her
punishment. She knew she had done wrong. She knew she was in for it, yet she bravely, obediently
accepted her fate."

El was now panting with relief on her bucket, her bowels almost empty, her body weak from her
easement.

Master Z asked the men, "What are you guys doing this weekend?"

"Nothing I can't rearrange," Mr. Y said.

"Why?" Mr. X asked. "What do you have in mind?"

"The loft," Mr. Z confessed.

"Yes!" X and Y said together.

"You sit with her," Mr. X told Mr. Z as he stood up. "It will help if you massage her lower belly, right
above her pelvic bone, to move her water. I can tell she has more to move. You work on her, and
we'll prepare the loft.

El heard the word 'loft' and she began to cry again. Her mind was spinning! She felt such relief in her
body and her mind. The loft! The loft! That was what she clung to. The loft! Where there were no
spankings, no enemas, no harsh word. A place where the bed was huge and warm, the fireplace cozy,
the tub sudsy and deep. A place where the food and drink were bad for you and sweet and salty and
plentiful. A place where a master could let his guard down and be playful and lenient. A place where
a bad little slave girl could be frisky and make her masters laugh with joy. A place where the
restraints, should they be used, were soft and fuzzy, and the sex was slow and warm. A place where
the TV was played, if it should be turned on, was for her enjoyment, and all the games they played
were fair, and a whore had a chance to be victorious.

El loved the loft. "Oh, please let it be true!' She thought religiously. 'Please.' She felt Master Z move
his chair and was sitting very close to her. She flinched a little when she felt his hand on her lower
stomach.

"Easy, girl," Mr. Z said kindly. "I'm here to drain you. Sit up straight. There's a big girl."

El sat on her bucket, Master Z behind her, gently working her belly so she could empty her butt. She
watched as Mr. X and Mr. Y filled the dumbwaiter to the loft with food, drink, ice, utensils, anything
they thought they would need. Of course, if they forgot anything or needed something, it was only
downstairs, but the boys liked to be prepared. They tried to think of all their needs, and cover every
possible contingency. The loft had a small refrigerator/freezer and appliances to heat food. It wasn't
really a loft either. It had four walls and was, in actuality, a huge room. It took up the entire top floor
of the house. Custom designed, costing a small fortune, it was built to be a plush, cozy playroom. A
room for sex and pleasure. A huge bed, also custom built, took up a good portion of one side of the
room. It bedded all four of them comfortable, and was thick and deep and warm. The bed pillows
were equally as thick and deep. The tub was as huge as the bed with its own separate water heater,
which refilled every thirty minutes so the water was always hot and ready on demand. Even full of
warm water the tub held all four of them perfectly with room to spare and enough space to move
around. There was big cushy furniture all over the room. There was even a big rocking chair that El
was rocked on. Mr. Y especially enjoyed putting her on his lap and rocking her. Usually he gave her a
bottle while he rocked her. Tonight she hoped would no different.

"I'll take her up, if you don't mind Mr. Z," Mr. Y asked.

Mr. Z had no objection.

Mr. Y scooped up El, and quickly took her upstairs to the loft.

When Mr. X and Mr. Z joined them, closing the loft door firmly behind them, Mr. Y had El cradled on
his lap like an infant, rocking her slowly, and holding a baby's bottle to her mouth, quenching her
raging thirst.

Messrs. X and Z saw that El was nursing from her bottle peacefully. Mr. Y held the bottle to her lips
and was watching her carefully. Mr. X shook his head to himself. He didn't understand Mr. Y's fetish,
but then again Mr. Y didn't understand his or Mr. Z's. It was a give and take lifestyle. Besides, there
was no doubting the scene. It was loving and adorable; El looked so precious naked on Mr. Y's lap
slowly being rocked, feeding from her bottle.

Mr. Z set to work emptying the dumbwaiter while Mr. X went to the bathroom, saying over his
shoulder, "I'll need to take her temperature."

"Make it old fashion," Mr. Y told him.

He smiled down at El who was busy sucking her bottle dry. 'X may train her asshole,' he thought
smugly, 'but I train her mouth.'

Mr. X returned to the main room tapping down an old fashion rectal thermometer. He knelt down in
front of El's naked butt; he licked the glass, and then inserted it into El's rectum.

El stopped suckling for a fraction of a second when she felt the cold of the rectal thermometer enter
her, but was quickly back to drinking. She was safe now and thirsty. She had no time to worry about a
temperature reading.

"You'll need to hold this in," Mr. X said to Mr. Y.

"I know." Y had El hold her bottle, reached down with his right hand, and held the glass in El's hole.
"There's a big girl," he purred.

El watched sleepily as Master X and Master Z ran her (their) bath water, and prepared for their
weekend. She sighed contentedly. She loved being held on one of her master's laps while he rocked
her in the loft and fed her. Whatever was before her in the next few days, she was willing to confront
it happily and urgently. She had been severely punished and sanctions were yet to come, but for
now, she snuggled deeper into her master Y's lap, sucked greedily at her bottle, and knew she was a
big girl. A girl able to enjoy the coming days.