The Operation by JYM
The doctor told me that it was a relatively minor procedure but I
would still be in the hospital for four or five days. I was having
surgery to correct a minor bowel problem, nothing serious, but I
wanted to get it out of the way while there was a lull between
seasons. I'm a law student, but I pay my way through school by
working as a catalog model. Catalogs come out all year 'round, but
I'm mostly used in spring and summer catalogs - I'm the healthy,
girl-next-door type and I do a lot of sports clothes, swim suits,
summer dresses. I get some work for fall/winter catalogs too, but I
make the bulk of my money on the spring/summer issues.
I'm tall, dark-haired and olive-skinned. My hair is short now
because it's more convenient. I can wash it, blow dry, and run my
fingers through it and I'm all set for the day. I'm tall, 5'9" and
have a good figure (34c-24-35) and long sleek legs. My legs are my
best feature and I've done some stocking advertisments too. As for
the rest of my background - well, I've been married but it only lasted
a year. He wanted a housewife & kids, I wanted law school and a career.
I went into the hospital on a Monday afternoon. The doctor told me
they do some final tests, prep me, and I'd go down first thing in the
morning for surgery. He warned me not to eat anything after 9 a.m.
God, I thought I'd starve. I arrived at the hospital at 2:00 p.m. and
I was feeling hunger pangs already. I went through the admissions
process and was in my room by 3:30. They drew some blood and took
some final x-rays. Then I settled down with a book and waited.
It was shortly after 7:00 p.m. when a young woman entered the room
pushing a small utility cart. She told me that her name was Kari.
"I'm a student nurse," she explained, "I'm here to prep you for
tomorrow. I need to shave you and give you an enema." I frowned and
she grinned. "I know, it's terrible, but those are my orders." She
closed the door and locked it. "Now we won't have anyone poking their
head in at the wrong time."
I studied her as she positioned the cart and arranged the shaving
gear. She was a redhead with green eyes and freckles and she looked
very young. She had to be at least 19 or 20, but she looked 15 or 16.
She was small and slim, no more than 5'4" and 112 pounds, and you had
to look twice or three times before you realized how pretty she really
was. She took a small basin into the bathroom and filled it with warm
water. When she returned I asked her how old she was. She blushed
and said, "I hate that question! I'm 20. I'm begining my third year
of nursing school. And I know what I'm doing! Any more questions?"
I shook my head and tried to hide my smile. I'd gotten to her and I was
satisfied.
I was wearing a nightgown I'd brought from home. She glanced at it
and suggested I change into one of the hospital gowns and then change
back after the operation. I hesitated, but it was a good idea and I
nodded and asked her to get me one. She left and returned in a minute
with one of those awful gowns that tie in the back, but never very
well. She went to refill the basin while I changed and I appreciated
her tact. When she returned she set the basin down and had me lay
back with legs spread as wide. She drew my gown up until I was fully
exposed. She clipped my pubic hair short and then used a washcloth
dipped in hot water to soften the stubble a little. This was followed
by a quick application of shaving cream. All accompanied by a steady
stream of chatter designed to put me at ease. And it worked for the most
part.
She took her time and shaved me very carefully and very thoroughly.
I was surprised to find that it was very erotic to be shaved by her.
You can't be modest and be a model, but this was different and I was
uncomfortable when she first pulled my gown up. When she was done
shaving me she washed me with the washcloth. I looked down and saw
that I was as smooth and as bare as I'd been back before puberty. I'd
never shaved completely and found it strangely erotic. She touched my
hip with the tips of my fingers and asked if I wanted to draw my feet
up and take the enema on my back or roll over and pull my knees up
under me. I hesitated and she said it would be better if I was lying
face down with my bottom in the air. I nodded and started to roll
over. She stopped me. "Wait, it will take me a couple of minutes to
fill the bag. About 3 quarts for you, I think. The doctor doesn't
want to take any chances. He wants you fully cleaned out."
When she returned with the bag she hung it from a hook on the IV
stand and told me to roll over. I shook my head. "No, I've changed
my mind. No enema!" She frowned and said, "Roll over! You have to
have an enema. Don't make me get tough with you!"
I had to smile, which turned out to be a mistake. She got mad!
Really mad. "Roll over or I'll turn you over my knee and give you a good
spanking!"
I shook my head and told her I'd complain and get her fired. She
chuckled. "Would you really? Complain, I mean? That you wouldn't
take an enema and got spanked by a student nurse? I don't think so.
It would be too embarassing!"
She had a point and I was suddenly scared. With good reason. She
grabbed my hand and applied a hold her brother, a cop, had taught her.
Before I realized it, I was out of bed and being led over to one of
the two chairs in the room. Kari sat down, retaining her grip on my
hand. "Reach up and untie your gown." I shook my head, but she
twisted her wrist and I went up on the tips of my toes to counteract
the sudden pain. "Please.... I'll do it." She eased up and I reached
up with my free hand and untied the gown. It slipped to the floor. A
few seconds later I was lying across her lap. I was stunned. Here I
was, a grown woman about to be spanked like a naughty schoolgirl and
by a girl who barely qualified as an adult!
She told me she was going to spank me until I asked her to stop and
give me the enema. "Not likely," I muttered under my breath. She
heard me and chuckled. "We'll see." Then I felt her shift her
weight. She was still holding my left hand in the 'come-along' grip
with her left hand, pinning it in the small of my back. Her right
hand went up and fell - hard. Smaaaacck! My head came up and I bit
my lip to keep silent, determined not to show how much it hurt. But
after five or six hard blows I was crying. She was merciless.
Smaaaaccck! Smaaaacck! I was sobbing and whimpering, tears streaming
down my face. I lost count after 15 or 16. I broke down soon after
and turned my head to beg. "Please, stop! Please! Please give me
the enema now." She stopped immediately and let me up.
I walked back to the bed and lay down on my stomach, drawing my
knees up under my body to elevate my bottom. I had my face turned
away from her, but she stroked my hip gently and told me to turn and
face her. I did and she wiped my tears away with her fingertips.
Then I felt her spread my buttocks with one hand while guiding the
enema nozzle with the other. She slipped the greased nozzle into my
anus and pushed it in far enough so that it wouldn't slip out. Then
she released the clip and I felt the warm soapy water flow into my
bowels. Kari stroked my back and bottom with both hands and talked to
me in a low, soothing voice. "That's better now, isn't it? You're
being a good girl. You do want to be a good girl, don't you? Answer me,
Ellen."
I turned my head a little and looked up at her. "Yes, Kari, I want
to be a good girl." And the shocking thing was that it was true. I
wanted to be good. I wanted her to be happy with me. "This is
embarassing for you, isn't it?" I nodded. She smiled, "But you like
it, don't you? The embarassment, I mean. And the loss of control."
I thought about it for a moment and realized that she was right. I
did like it. I'd even liked being spanked. Not while it was
happening, but looking back on it was exciting. And the possibility
of being spanked again was even more exciting. "Yes, Kari, I like it.
I like not being in control. I like having you control me."
She continued to stroke and soothe me until the bag was empty. She
wiggled the nozzle in my ass for a few seconds before removing it. I
moaned with pleasure and turned my head to kiss her hand. She helped
me sit up and I groaned. My belly was rounded as if I was pregnant
and I felt cramped. She ran her hand over my belly and said, "Next
time I'll give you a full gallon!" I moaned. She helped me up and
walked me to the bathroom. She let me sit on the toilet, but told me
to hold it until she gave me permission to expel it. She stood in
front of my and stroked my hair and cheeks. I kissed and licked her
hands. "Please, Kari, let me move my bowels. Please!"
She crouched in front of my and pushed my knees apart. I blushed,
embarassed but also excited. She stroked my thighs and told me how
beautiful they were. She cupped my breasts and fondled them gently,
teasing my nipples erect with her thumbs. I moaned with pleasure.
"Please.... Kari.... let me do it." She shook her head and slid one
hand down across my belly. I moaned and pushed my hips forward as the
tips of her fingers grazed my sex. "Ellen, what do you want?"
I took a deep breath and looked right into her eyes. "I want to be
masturbated. Please...."
She smiled. "When you're clean and back in bed. Expel now."
I closed my eyes, but she pinched me and said, "Look at me while you do
it."
I opened my eyes and stared at her as I pushed. My sphincter
relaxed and the water gushed out of me in a rush. It was so
embarassing. So fantastic! She left me then, telling me to shower
and get back into bed. "I'll come and masturbate you later if you're
a good girl." I nodded and she turned and left. I was adjusting the
water in the shower when the door opened again. It was Kari with my
nightgown. She hung it on the back of the door. "See you in a
while." I smiled and stepped into the shower.
I was dozing when Kari returned about ninety minutes later. She
put her hand on my forehead for a moment and I turned my head toward
her, licked the palm of her hand. She brushed my hair back and asked
if I was ok. I nodded and smiled. "Yes, everything's fine." We
chatted for a couple of minutes and she stroked my forehead and cheeks
the whole time.
"Ellen, are you scared about tomorrow?"
"Yes," I whispered. "I know it's a *minor* operation, but it still
scares me." I paused. "But it helps when you're here. I love having
you touch me." Another, longer pause. "Please, will you masturbate me now?"
She smiled and nodded, drawing the sheet down to my knees. I
lifted myself as she pulled my nightgown up around my waist. She
stroked my thighs gently and I opened them for her. "What about after
you leave the hospital?"
I glanced up at her. I hadn't thought about that. But the answer
was simple. I caught her left hand in both of mine and brought it to
my mouth. I kissed the back of her hand and licked the palm. "It's
up to you," I whispered. "I'm yours."
She smiled and leaned to kiss me lightly on the lips. "Don't you
forget it. You belong to me now." And then she straightened up and
slipped her hand between my legs. I closed my eyes and lost myself in
the waves of pleasure that she generated as she teased my clit before
slipped two fingers into my wet, eager pussy. I arched my back and
thrust myself upward as she rubbed my clit with the ball of her thumb
while thrusting two fingers as deep into me as she could. When I
started to whimper and moan she put her left hand over my mouth to
muffle the sounds. I came with a rush and she pressed her hand
against my mouth to stifle my scream of pleasure. God, it was
fantastic! Afterward, I licked my pussy juice from her fingers and
loved that too.
The next morning, when I went down to surgery, Kari was there and
took me down herself. In the elevator she showed me a delicate gold
ankle bracelet with a little engraved disk that read "Kari's Slave".
I smiled and asked her to put it on for me. She did. Five days
later, when I left the hospital, Kari was waiting with her car. She
settled me in the passenger seat and drove me home to my new life as
her slave.
THE END?
