When he finally plucked up courage to whip it out, it took me half an hour to find the poor little thing. With a magnifying glass. Mr. Neptune here is really quite average.'
'Average? You dare to call my magnificent love-tool average?'
Harry looked so incensed that I wished we had a Polaroid camera to capture his outrage for posterity. I patted his plaster reassuringly.
'It's a wonderful willy, darling. A very tasty popsicle indeed.'
'Hmmph! Now you think you can get round me with sweet talk! Keep going.'
A wicked thought or three entered my head. I slipped off my cardigan and winked at Nurse B., who began to saturate a sponge in the bowl of frigid body-wash. Nurse B winked back and I started to sing.
'It's a wonderful wang, a delightful dong, six inches of heaven, a prize-winning prong!'
Nurse B joined in, with rich and fruity tones:
'A premium penis, a decadent dick!'
'It's the cock of a lifetime!'
We put our heads together and harmonized:
'A world-beating prick!'
Harry groaned.
'So give it a lick.'
'What an excellent idea, Mr. Neptune. That may be just what the doctor ordered.'
'Jesus Christ! That water is bloody freezing!!'
I turned to see Nurse B direct a steady stream of antiseptic froth at Harry's gonads. I swear the poor man's eyes crossed.
'Is there no hot in the tap?'
'The boiler custodian has taken industrial action. Never mind – cold showers are strengthening to the constitution!'
'If you don't die of heart failure first. And you might have slid a towel under my bum, Nurse B – I feel as if I've wet the flipping bed!'
'Poor darling.'
Amused, I watched Nurse Benjamin sponge Harry's tackle. The initial chilly gush had sent Horatio (Hornblower, in honor of Harry's passion for all things nautical) scurrying for cover, but the brisk sponge massage appeared to have wakened him up again. He sprang to attention, all shiny and clean. Nurse B handed me a towel.
'You dry him off, Miss Lawrence. I feel a need to get into something a little less starchy…'
I gently patted Horatio, then bent to kiss his sweet, fresh helmet. Mmm. That tasted so good, I couldn't resist a little lick along his steadily swelling length. Harry moaned. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Nurse Benjamin taking off her nurse's uniform. Harry moaned a second time and an extra inch made contact with my tonsils.
I tugged at my shackles and they clanked. Nurse Benjamin had actually used real handcuffs to attach me to the bed head! I had one leg spare and that was it. The other was firmly and painfully pinioned by the traction apparatus. I supposed I could try to land a killing karate blow when Nurse B came back within range, but somehow I thought a round of karaoke might be more successful.
Jay opened her mouth wide – very wide – and started on her impression of a sucrose starved dieter presented with a stick of extra-sweet candy. The feeling was familiar and all the more welcome for that. I grabbed for her hair and my hands came up short after a two inch excursion.
'Ow! These things are digging into me! Get them – oh my gosh…'
I had been keeping a surreptitious eye on the disrobing Nurse Benjamin. She had had her back turned to me and I couldn't quite see what was what in the mirror. She was down to panties and a tantalizing glimpse of the under curve of bare breast when she disappeared behind the screen in the corner of the room.
Nurse Benjamin reappeared.
'Oh my gosh!'
'Ooh ma gurgle!'
The latter was from Miss Lawrence, who had her mouth full.
Nurse Benjamin was the works. Xena the Warrior Princess would have crawled into a corner to die.
With a plop Miss Lawrence disengaged herself from her vital life-saving task and unsteadily stood up.
'Come back here! Three more slurps and I'll come!'
She didn't hear me. I can't say I'm surprised.
Working from the top down, Nurse Benjamin's wild hair was confined by a leather band around her head. Her breasts were just about confined by a short leather jerkin that revealed rippling stomach muscles. The jerkin was tied by leather thongs, and it did not meet in the middle. Her leather cuffs were held together with the same thongs. Her biceps made me gulp yet again.
'Oooh!'
Miss Lawrence was engaged on the same voyage of discovery as me.
Nurse Benjamin's skirt stopped short of heaven by a single breath. The skirt, of course, was leather. I don't know if a Warrior Princess's underwear is called knickers, panties or something more archaic and warrior-like, but I assumed that whatever they were called they were leather. Her thighs were powerful. There was no other word for them. Her laced boots were – leather.
You get the picture. The theme here was leather.
That meant the whip could be made of only one thing.
I gulped yet again, noisily. I pressed my backside firmly into the damp hospital mattress.
'Not me – her! I'm the thrasher. She's the thrashee.'
Miss Lawrence nodded eagerly.
'It's your money,' said the Amazon Queen. 'And for me – a labor of love…'
Nurse Benjamin drew herself up to her full height, which was several levels of altitude greater than Jay's full height. Now I knew for a fact that Miss Lawrence had never been – chastised – by a woman. There is a first time for everything, and it was plain that this was it for Jay and Sapphic thrashing.
Nurse Lawrence reached out and held Jay by the back of the head. Jay went on tiptoes as Nurse Benjamin drew her up and examined her eyes. It was Miss Lawrence's turn to gulp. Apparently satisfied, Nurse Benjamin held my quivering friend at arm's length. I looked down and saw that she was still on tiptoe.
The whip cracked. Miss Lawrence yelped.
'Yelp!'
Nurse Benjamin led Jay to my bed, my partner in crime looking quite the little lamb to the slaughter. Her eyes had already adopted the abstracted, blissed-out, glazed expression, which is peculiar to breast-feeding babies and terminal spankees.
'Harry – help me! Help me!'
Miss Lawrence loves to lay the drama on with a trowel. I could just picture her lashed to a railway track, with the 5:15 from Shepton Mallet bearing down upon her frantically struggling form.
'That doesn't sound too convincing, my dear. Take it like a woman. Carry on, Nurse Benjamin.'
'Be silent, Mr. Neptune.'
Nurse Benjamin thrust Jay into my arms. Or it would have been into my arms if those damn handcuffs weren't there. She crouched over my torso, her face an interesting blend of bliss and trepidation. I started to feel disagreeably confined.
'Get these bloody things off me!'
Nurse Benjamin ignored me. Jay wrapped her arms round my neck and closed her eyes tight.
Buttons from Miss Lawrence's skirt sprayed across the room as Nurse Benjamin removed it without recourse to the conventions of good clothes care. There was a satisfying ripping sound – I do like that sound – as the Lawrence knickers followed the skirt with one sweep of a mighty arm. Jay moaned in ecstasy, knicker-ripping being one of her favorite things, along with chocolate in any form and a peculiarly ugly aging French film star. My cock
