An Unacceptable Arrangement (13 page)

“This is a rubber sheet. It will guarantee
that the bedding will not be soiled if an accident should occur.”
Cassandra blushed but that was nothing compared to what happened
next.

“All right, Madam,” the nurse instructed in a
no-nonsense tone of voice. “Please rise and come over here.”
Cassandra moved to the nurse’s side of the bed and was shocked when
the nurse undid her wrapper and removed it, leaving Cassandra
standing there naked! She tried to act as if she wasn’t a bit
embarrassed by this turn of affairs, as if it happened all the
time.

“On your tummy on the bed, Madam. Very good.
Now up on your hands and knees.” Cassandra knelt on the rubber
sheet and turned her head to look at the nurse. “Now head and chest
on the sheet, bottom right up” the nurse ordered. Cassandra could
not believe that she was being put into this ignoble position. She
had assumed that she’d be allowed to lie on her side, her wrapper
lifted just enough for the nurse to see what she was doing – that
as much privacy as possible would be afforded her, but that was not
to be the case. She bit her lip and tried desperately not to make a
sound as the nurse put a rubber cot on her finger and then
slathered it in goo. The nurse then inserted the finger with the
lubricated cot in her bottom hole and Cassandra wanted to die right
on the spot. She knew that her bottom must be as red as her face as
the nurse lubricated her thoroughly.

She squeezed her eyes shut but they flew open
when she felt cold glass poking at her opening. “What, what are you
doing?” she asked trying to turn back to see.

“I am taking your temperature first, madam;
standard practice before dispensing such a procedure.”

Cassandra closed her eyes as she felt the
thermometer slip inside of her and then felt the nurse’s hand
resting upon her bare bottom. Thank god Frederic was at work and
would not see any of this.

“Oh please, can’t you take it... orally?”
Cassandra whispered. She felt so young all of a sudden being seen
to in this undignified manner, almost like she was back in the
nursery.

“Not hardly madam. It is crucial to get a
correct reading. When you visit the doctor in his office for a
medicinal cleaning, you will undergo the same routine.

“M… medicinal... what?”

“When you come to Doctor Westbrook’s office
for your regular marital examinations, he will dispense a medicinal
cleansing. It is very thorough, I can assure you, much more so than
what you are about to undergo.”

“Doctor Westbrook? I know of no Doctor
Westbrook,” she replied.

“He is a woman’s’ doctor, dear, who is in the
same medical practice as the one your husband goes to.”

As if the very mention of Frederic had
summoned him, to Cassandra’s horror she heard the door to her
bedroom click open and her husband strode inside. Cassandra
panicked. That he would see her like this was unthinkable!

“Frederic, please, please leave! Please don’t
look upon me... I don’t want you to see me like this!” she whined,
pleading with him with her eyes as he approached her bed.

“Nonsense,” her husband replied. “I’m paying
for this treatment. I intend to oversee it.” He tried to hide his
smile. His little wife looked so embarrassed to have him see her
crouching like this, her bottom pointed up towards him, with a
glass thermometer sticking out of it, a nurse’s hand resting on her
cheeks.

He smiled and pulled up a chair so he could
see everything. The nurse did not seem to mind that a gentleman had
entered the room and began to speak.

“I was just informing madam that she would
need to see the doctor soon for a medical examination and a proper
medicinal cleansing. This one enema will not be enough. Why she has
not been cleansed since childhood!”

Cassandra groaned. “I know no Doctor
Westbrook. I don’t have to go, do I Frederic?” she asked, fighting
the urge to shake off the nurse’s hand as it lay on her bottom

“But of course, my wife. You did not have a
premarital exam, as there was not time. I will make an appointment
with the doctor post haste. I will make certain that you receive a
most thorough examination and cleansing.“

Cassandra moaned and covered her face,
embarrassed to think of what the doctor would do to her - yet
another ordeal looming in her immediate future. She lifted her head
and shook it back and forth. Before she could speak, the nurse
withdrew the thermometer and seemed to be studying it. She gave it
a mighty shake and announced that the reading was inconclusive.
Cassandra groaned as her cheeks were once more parted and the
thermometer inserted in full view of her grinning husband.

After what seemed like several minutes, the
nurse once again read it and showed it to her husband for
confirmation. The two of them pronounced her to be in good health
and then the nurse was moving the pole holding the liquid solution
up to the side of her bed. Cassandra looked up with fear at the
nozzle that the nurse was greasing.

“My... my husband... do we perhaps have a
small... smaller nozzle?” she whispered as Frederic moved closer
yet to hear her.

“Yes, of course, dear,” he announced loudly,
loud enough for the nurse to hear. “But it is only suitable for a
child. I am confident that you can easily seat this one.” He beamed
at her as Cassandra threw a fearful glance at the nozzle. She began
to rise, frightened of the size of it.

“Cassandra!” her husband warned. He leaned
over and whispered in her ear, “Do you want the restraints?” She
looked back at him and moaned, imagining what the nurse would think
of her husband tying her wrists to the headboard.

“No Sir,” she whispered back. “God, no.”

Before she could even compose herself, the
dreaded nozzle was slipped inside. It hadn’t hurt and the nurse was
kind enough to give her a few moments to get used to the feeling.
Suddenly she heard a click and fluid began to fill her bowels.
Cassandra was reasonably comfortable at first but then she started
to feel irritation as pressure began to build. Her tummy began to
cramp and she moaned.

“Relax and go with it, my dear. We have only
just begun.” The nurse pointed to the bag, which was still full and
bulging.

“I... you... have to insert the entire
thing?” Cassandra whined.

“Oh yes, madam. It is for your own good. You
need to be cleansed from stem to stern.” She patted Cassandra on
the bottom. “Now relax and take your medicine like a good
girl.”

As the fluid flowed into her, Frederic and
the nurse began to chat companionably. He pretended to show great
interest in the bulging bag and inquired as to how often his wife
should be treated in this manner. The nurse advised that it should
become a weekly routine. The nurse showed him her preparations,
proud of her job and he smiled at the greased cot lying on the
tray. He reached up and squeezed the bag and his wife groaned in
response as more fluid than usual flooded her insides.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“What does it feel like, beloved? Is it preparing you for my
manhood?”

Cassandra looked up at him. Again she felt
like crying as her tummy began to swell with fluid.

“Please Sir, please... that’s enough. Make it
stop. I need to... ”

“Nonsense my wife, we have only just begun.”
He pointed to the still bulging bag and then reached around and
began to knead her stomach with great gusto, making sure that the
fluid was evenly distributed.

Cassandra squealed and tried to buck away
from his probing fingers but he held her tightly around her waist
as she continued to take the fluid. Just as she felt she was about
to burst, the nurse squeezed the last bit of fluid into her.

Cassandra looked up at her husband as he
moved away from her side, praying that she could retire to the
water closet now.

“Ten minutes” the nurse intoned, checking her
timepiece.

“Ten minutes?” Cassandra squeaked, looking
with panic from the nurse to her husband.

“Yes dear,” the nurse serenely replied. “For
the medicine to do the most good, you must contain it for ten
minutes.”

“Would you like the plug?” her ever-helpful
husband asked.

Cassandra whimpered and then wailed. She
wasn’t sure she could hold it that long. “Y... yes... Sir, please
put in the plug.” She couldn’t believe she was asking for that
thing! If it would help her hold it though, it was worth it.

Frederic left the room and immediately
returned with the plug. “I’m removing the nozzle now, so squeeze
tight,” he directed. She squeezed as tightly as he could and prayed
there would be no accidents during the upcoming procedure. The
nozzle was removed and soon the plug was poking at her entrance.
She hissed through the sides of her teeth as her husband maneuvered
it inside of her. Once it was seated, she felt a bit more secure
but embarrassed at how she must look to the nurse and her
husband.

Her husband and the nurse continued to chat
as Cassandra began to huff and puff. Frederic took it upon himself
to tap the top of the plug frequently. It was a horrid reminder of
the churning going on deep inside. This ordeal could not end soon
enough. Finally, finally the nurse told her that she was done and
could excuse herself. With tears of gratitude in her eyes,
Cassandra carefully rose. She walked to the water closet naked and
hunched over, the black plug still protruding from her backside.
Where had her robe gone?

She was shaky and exhausted, as she emerged
from the water closet, still naked, desperately covering herself
with her arms and hands, her robe nowhere to be found. She had left
the blasted plug in the bathroom sink. To her disbelieving eyes,
the nurse was standing there holding another bulging bag of
fluid!

“This is the clear water rinse darling. Don’t
worry, it shouldn’t cramp as much,” her husband volunteered with a
twinkle in his eye. Cassandra hesitated and then most reluctantly
assumed the humiliating position once again and moaned her way
through the procedure as it was repeated for a second time. She
kept her eyes closed, her hands over her ears, not wanting to even
know that her husband and this strange woman were in her room
watching. She was shocked when the nozzle was withdrawn and her
husband was once again pulling her cheeks apart as he seated the
plug. Would this ordeal ever end?

After what seemed like an eternity, the
entire abhorrent experience was over. Cassandra sat at the foot of
her bed, wrapped once again in her robe. To her horror, she heard
her husband speaking to the nurse about next Saturday. Would she
have to endure this again? Afterwards, she was bathed and then
shown to her husband’s room.

“How are you doing,” her solicitous spouse
inquired?

“I am hungry and I feel weak and drained.”
she replied shakily.

“We will eat late tonight. You wouldn’t want
your ordeal to be for nothing, would you? I for one am quite
looking forward to breaching your last barrier; taking your final
virginity, as it were.” Frederic chatted on as he directed his
little wife to kneel on the floor before him.

Cassandra quavered, her bottom hole was sore,
she felt like she’d been turned inside out. Now her husband
expected her to-

“What’s wrong, my wife?” Her husband asked as
she dissolved into tears.

“Did you make an appointment for me to
receive another enema next week?” she asked, her voice rising in
panic.

”Of course, beloved, you will be thoroughly
cleansed on a weekly basis – it is only proper. Then we will retire
to my suite and we will take advantage of the situation. Won’t that
be fun? I enjoy variety and thus it is your responsibility as my
wife to provide it. And that thing you did, on your knees in the
carriage? I liked that too. We will do both frequently, rest
assured.”

He sat on the side of the bed before his
wife’s kneeling form. “First you will bring me to full mast, my
dear.” He arranged his dressing gown on either side of his thighs
and slowly opened his legs. She knew her duty. She crawled between
them and went to work on her husband’s manhood, pleasuring him with
her mouth. Her husband’s body was tan and sleek but he’d said he
was larger than most men and she believed him.

Just last year she had seen Hayden punished,
she’d been reading in her father’s study when she heard him out in
the hallway yelling at her brother. She’d quickly hidden behind the
armoire that her father kept his punishment implements in. Her
father’s study was off limits unless invited, but the servants had
been on a cleaning spree and her room, both parlors and the library
were being cleaned noisily and thoroughly. She remained hidden
behind the armoire as her father lectured her brother.

It turned out that Hayden had lost a great
deal of money in a gaming house, a “questionable establishment” her
father had called it, causing her to envision more than gambling
going on inside. She assumed Hayden would be lectured and that
would be that. At age twenty-one, he was a grown man after all. But
no, her father had ordered him to drop his trousers and bend over
the desk for correction. She heard her father open the armoire and
select his implement of choice. Her father continued to scold her
brother and then she had peeked around the corner. Hayden was bent
forward, his trousers around his ankles. His buttocks were muscular
and strong. Her father was standing beside him, holding a vicious
looking cane, and then he struck. The cane connected with her
brother’s flesh with a mighty whack. Her father seemed to be
striking him with the full strength of his male arm. She knew he
didn’t chastise her with nearly that much force.

She cringed and saw a red welt form on her
brother’s bottom but he hadn’t made a sound. He had buried his head
in his arms and just lay there, sticking his buttocks out most
manfully. Her father continued to strike and after a dozen or so
strokes Hayden groaned and moved his legs apart and Cassandra saw
it - his manhood, hanging between his legs. At the time she’d
thought it large but it was nothing compared to her husband’s.