Private Hospital Pt. 03

An unorthodox experiment into sexual response concludes the trilogy.

An hour later, showered and in a crisp clean uniform, Amy reported to Gooding's office.

"I'm currently engaged in cutting edge psychosexual research, which could enhance the international profile of this clinic," he began, with customary self-importance.

"Psychosexual?" she said warily, without a clue what this meant, but a shrewd idea of the likely implications. Gooding favoured her with his most winning smile.

"Indeed so, you see, it was blatantly obvious to me that during this morning's, um, events, you were becoming aroused."

"W-well..." stammered Amy, colouring crimson at the recall; after all, this was not the sort of behaviour generally required of nurses. Or was it? As she struggled to suppress her embarrassment Gooding continued unfazed.

"It's quite common, the delicious erotic tension between pleasure and pain, a complex psycho-sexual response."

Really? It all seemed breathtakingly simple to Amy, spanking put her in the mood for sex.

"CP stimulates certain areas of the epidermis, triggering receptors..."

Was this just a convoluted way, Amy wondered as he droned on, of getting into her knickers? "Yes, OK," she cut off the doctor in mid-flow by instantly giving his hoped for response, "I'd be pleased to assist with your experiment."

By the next afternoon Amy is having serious second thoughts; take her current position. Not uncomfortable, exactly, the top of the examination couch is padded, but talk about exposed! Amy kneels, feeling extremely self-conscious, head resting on her forearms, bottom rudely exposed and knickers around her knees.

Fortunately the only people present are Maria, Matron and, of course Gooding, who views his patient with undisguised pleasure. For a start this is proof positive that her blonde hair is from a gene pool not a bottle.

"Excellent, Amy, now try to relax while I attach these electrodes."

"How many are there?" she asks, quivering.

"Four," Dr Gooding responds promptly, "one on each labia, so..."

"Oh!" Just this fleeting contact with her most erogenous of zones sends jolts of undiluted sensuality through Amy's moistening sex.

"One on each breast..." Gooding opens Amy's tunic, and teases each boob from its white bra cup, leaving the lacy fabric snugly in situ to squeeze and lift her perfect tits, the nipples, he notes approvingly, already hard and erect.

"Ah," further sparks of pure adrenalin course through Amy's slender frame. Blue eyes glazed, mouth slack with arousal, she gazes submissively at the domineering physician, all the while incongruously retaining her starched white nurse's cap.

"What next, sir?" she enquires huskily.

"The thermometer..." But for a presciently applied restraining hand, Amy would have shot bolt upright; nothing has ever invaded her rectum before, but once used to its rigid presence the feeling proves not altogether unpleasant. Sensing her vulnerability, Maria smiles encouragingly

"Don't worry, Amy, I also have been, what is it? Ah yes, a guinea pig, this is not so bad, I think?" She looks pointedly at the doctor. "In fact, you shall eventually enjoy it."

What can she mean? Amy puzzles, and why is Matron smiling? She rarely does, but today appears almost friendly. Why were they both here, anyway? Amy's brain finds multi-tasking tricky at the best of times, but is fortunately distracted by the thermometer's removal, her bottom feeling strangely empty.

"Temperature normal, settings at zero," he announces. The wires attached to Amy are linked to two digital displays. "Now, Amy,' Gooding continues persuasively, "I'm going to test your reactions to two types of spanking. Passive, as just an observer, then active as a recipient. This equipment will record your reactions."

"Yes doctor," Amy replies uncertainly, mouth dry and heart pounding.

"Excellent, Matron please uncover your buttocks," continues Gooding, enthusiastically.

"Certainly doctor." Matron steps elegantly into Amy's line of sight and with tantalising slowness raises her uniform over Rubenesque hips. Above dark stockings she wears only a thong; consequently most of her magnificent posterior is bare. Since her husband punished these ripe contours the handprints have faded but angry purple cane stripes still bisected her ivory-pale skin.

"Oh dear," Amy cringes, "that must be so sore?"

Matron smiles ruefully. "Last night I slept on my front." Making it easier to fuck her from the rear muses the doctor with silent satisfaction.

"Poor you," says Amy sincerely.

"Most interesting," whispers the doctor, largely to himself, "a measurable reaction there, Amy. At a sub-conscious level, your brain obviously found the sight stimulating, let's just pop the thermometer back in." Already growing accustomed to the slender glass rod Amy scarcely winces at its intrusion. "Interesting, a slight increase in temperature," observes the doctor.

"Matron and Maria, if you'll adopt the required positions I'm ready for our next experiment."

Raising her tunic Maria, with a deliberately coy fluttering of eyelashes to Amy and the doctor, slides her panties off and straddles a chair facing its back. Bottom slightly over the front edge of the seat she pushes her pert bum out in mute invitation.

"Superb," says Gooding, a croak in his voice, professional detachment slipping at the erotic vista. "Matron, if you please."

"Of course." Matron produces the tawse with which she previously beat Maria and brings it down across the petite Filipino's two proudly outthrust orbs. Amy is entranced, concentrating so intensely that she almost forgets to breath. Matron continues to strap the girl's dusky posterior, building inexorably to a deep, sensuous heat. Maria's expression betrays every evidence of enjoyment, eyes closed, mouth open; uttering groans of pleasure as her derriere is expertly warmed and she enters sub space.

She squirms on the seat as Matron skilfully curls the tawse around the sweet under-curves of her cute backside. Amy's voyeuristic pleasure all the while increases exponentially; running her tongue salaciously over her lips, occasionally flinching empathically as the tawse flashes down.

"Aha, an unambiguous reading registering on the machine now," the doctor's educated tones punctuate, but don't halt proceedings. "Strong signs of arousal and," he reaches across to examine Amy's moist vagina, "yes, definite signs of moisture in your pubic area, young lady." This almost sends Amy into orbit; she's being dying to ease the ache in her craving cunt. "You may be very tempted to fondle yourself," Gooding continues, apparently clairvoyant. "Please don't, we're approaching a crucial stage."

Amy's education takes a leap forward as Maria's body suddenly arches and she cries out, good grief, Matron has spanked the randy little PA to an orgasm.

"Well done, ladies," says the doctor, making notes. Amy, unstoppably aroused, looks enviously at Maria, slumped on the chair, face illuminated with a blissful smile. Matron, she notes, is surreptitiously sliding a hand into her own knickers in search of sexual relief.

"This is progressing very well," announces Gooding. "The next step is to measure the effect of a spanking applied directly to Amy." Without warning his hand descends upon her naked rump. "Nothing too harsh at first," he adds, starting with gentle pats then slowly increasing the severity, alternating from cheek to cheek, each slap harder than the previous.

Amy's breathing becomes more audible as the smart spreads across her buttocks. She wriggles animatedly as the doctor methodically transfers his attentions from the now rosy-red centre to the under-curves of her stunningly proportioned posterior. Drumming her hands and feet Amy finds it impossible to remain motionless. Despite her brave attempt at fortitude - this is after all, she continues to believe, an important medical inquiry - whimpers of girlish protest escape her lips.

Seeing her distress, Maria grasps her outstretched hands in a gesture of support and solidarity. "Hush, baby," she whispers, stroking Amy's flushed face, brown eyes brim full of barely contained lust. "Is alright, doctor makes your bottom hot and sore this is true, but feeling between your legs is good?"

Good? Amy feels she'd explode with frustration if someone doesn't attend to her soon. Her sex an empty void craving to be filled; meanwhile her bum burns fiercely, the combination of pain and pleasure too much to endure.

"Please..." She's silenced by Maria's kiss, tongue swirling deep into Amy's mouth, hands holding her securely in situ as the doctor applies the final smacks to her blazing bottom.

"Oh," Amy moans languorously as Maria relinquishes her passionate embrace; eyes shining, she epitomises licentious abandon.

"One of the strongest sexual reactions to a hand spanking I've ever observed," concludes Gooding. "One might very well say you're a natural."

"Maria, please keep Amy in position just a little longer," requests Gooding," Matron I believe you have the requisite instruments to hand?' Instruments! Amy has a momentary surge of panic. Fortunately, there's no cause for alarm, she's soon sexually excited beyond her wildest dreams.

While Maria hugs her tightly the doctor spanks her proffered nether cheeks with a flexible plastic ruler. Meanwhile Matron slowly works a vibrator deep inside Amy's drenched honeypot, the pulsating plastic stimulating waves of carnal desire. Vagina satisfactorily filled Maria's enforced French kiss mutes her instinctive protest as Matron inserts a butt plug into Amy's virgin back passage.

This double penetration, accompanied by the ruler's continued assault on her supremely sensitised bottom, prompts the most powerful climax Amy has ever experienced. After which events became blurred. Moaning with disappointment as the sex toys are pulled from her seeping channels Amy, using language more suited to a market stallholder than a nurse, makes it explicitly clear that she urgently needs the doctor's cock in her cunt.

A request, in an interesting interpretation of medical ethics, he rapidly obliges, shafting the young nurse doggy style with considerable energy and force.

At the same time Amy dreamily witnesses a role reversal, Maria roughly spreads Matron's legs, exposing her gaping slit. Plunging her head between the women's thighs, she puts her practiced tongue to work, circling Matron's protuberant clitoris then fucking her with what, Amy guesses, is a double-ended dildo.

The last image she clearly recalls before coming yet again is of Maria sucking upon Matron's impressively large boobs, their hips a blur of frantic undulation. At which point all three women simultaneously achieve orgasm. Has, Amy woozily wonders, the experiment been successful?

Behind a two-way mirror the famous film director shoots everything, although this movie will be restricted to invitation only viewing among his Hollywood cronies. He thinks Amy could enjoy a lucrative adult film career should she ever tire of nursing, but right now the director intends to join the fun. Those three gorgeous females tangled together in what remains of their nurses' uniforms look as if they've life in them still, and his temporary bout of white powder induced impotence is apparently cured.

What a wonderful clinic!

FIN