There was another little bit of the liquid between my shoulder blades, instead of freezing up I welcomed it. The sensation was like nothing I’d felt...before. Having such warmth rubbed into me as the strong hands moved up to my shoulders and made me groan out in pleasure. The hands at my shoulders were so skilled, somehow they knew where to go and how to please me the most. The feelings of being worked over so much with the heat and skilled hands made my body feel all tingly and heavy. I felt so. IfI'd not been so excited and scared at the same time and held so tightlythere wasn't any way I could have withstood the punishment.I could hear myself letting out little yelps and groans whenever I hadthe breath, which wasn't very often. Each time I gasped in order tokeep breathing he forced his cock in again before I had time to fill mylungs. It felt as if that monster penis of his was splitting me apart.It wasn't a cock. It had a life of its own. It was a weapon and he wasusing it on me. It. That was the worst torture of all. The soreness of my ass cheeks stirred up a response in my pussy that was simply uncontrollable.It wasn't the pain from the spanking that hurt the most. It was the humiliation of knowing that everyone could see the moisture dripping down my thighs from my excited pussy when I came uncontrollably.When it was over Nurse Burton rubbed some anesthetic lotion on my butt cheeks, unlocked the stocks, and helped me to my feet."I know that really hurts," she said, "but. When I did it again the next night I sensed that she was a bit reluctant at first so I asked her if she wanted me to stop. She agreed to give it one more try and didn't complain after wards.When It came to the third night as soon as I turned the light out she started speaking."John, it's obvious that you like the anal bit and I must admit it is getting better but there is something I must tell you. I think it would be better with a lubricant,"I was a bit puzzled then because she had admitted.