Chapter 9
Back at the hospital, all was not well.
It was not that Suzanne's mother wasn't feeling well. Quite the contrary, with her attractive young nurse playing with her clit, she was feeling quite well indeed.
This had been going on for some time now. Many orgasms had been experienced between them.
Suzanne's mother was now being called the little nickname the nurse had made up for her. Sweet Clitty.
As for the nurse, she had told Sweet Clitty that she had plenty of time. She had been assigned to this room and this room alone. Salvatore had seen to it that his wife was not left unattended for any moment at all.
The night belonged to them now. The door had been locked, but there would be no visitors, anyway. Or so they thought.
Sweet Clitty was calling her woman Nurse Honey, because she was a nurse, and because the slit of her pussy was lined with such sweet nectar.
The nurse had the enema hose up Sweet Clitty's asshole.
At least eight inches of the rubber were being pressed all around by the walls of Sweet Clitty's asshole. They were so sensitive, they could feel the water rushing up into the hose from the overstuffed bag of water.
It felt warm. When it rushed out into her ass, filling her up, it was hot.
She felt her belly being bloated. She felt as if she were pregnant.
But all the time that the water filled her ass, the nurse distracted her by playing with her clitoris. She had her fingers pinching the love button.
Her juices were dripping all over the nurse's fingers.
Still, the nurse squeezed the clit, and flicked her finger over it.
Never was she unaware of the amount of hot water she was pumping with steady pressure into the bloating ass and belly of her nude captive.
She pressed her hand into Sweet Clitty's belly and massaged it until Sweet Clitty moaned. It was causing a lot of pressure on her cunt.
She was also afraid that the hot water would rush out of her ass.
It was becoming more and more difficult to hold that water inside.
But the nurse kissed her, shoving her tongue muscle deeply down her throat.
When she turned off the catch which was allowing the water to flow into the woman, she told her to keep all of that water in.
"Don't let a drop out."
Then she climbed on top of her, breasts to breasts.
She started to hump her with her female body. Her breasts were bouncing against her breasts, and their cunts were writhing together, with the nurse pressing downward and making cuntal rotations which started Sweet Clitty's pussy juice to froth.
Salvatore was pressing his body against the wind which had howled up outside.
He had caught a cab to the hospital because he didn't even want to waste time parking. He grabbed the front door and almost knocked over an elderly patient on crutches.
He was anxious to get up to his wife's room.
He moved so fast and so surely that nobody stopped him.
The guard, who should have told him that there were to be no more visitors until tomorrow at eleven, went to assist the poor man on crutches who barely knew what had happened.
"I just felt this breeze come brushing by me and ... "
The nurse on duty in the lobby should have asked anyone who'd gotten beyond that point to sign in, but by the time she turned her head, he was in the elevator.
The nurse on the floor where his wife was supposedly sleeping did, however, stop him and ask for his identification.
"I don't have time for that now. I have to see my wife."
"I'm sorry, Sir, but that will be impossible, I'm afraid."
"Yeah, well I'm afraid it's possible, bitch," he snapped as he headed down the hall.
Offended and alarmed, the nurse called the guards over the intercom at her desk. In no time at all, they had leaped onto the floor from the stairwells leading both above and below it. They were right behind Salvatore as he tried the door. They were right behind him as he turned to the side and heaved his full weight against it, ramming it open!
They all gasped along with him at the sight of his luscious wife with her legs spread wide. The ass of a beautiful, red-headed nurse was sticking up.
The nurse's head was down between Sweet Clitty's legs, now, and there was a slurping noise emanating from that area.
It stopped Salvatore in his tracks, but not for long.
Furious over this and all that had happened on this day of incident after incident, after incident, after incident, he ran toward the scene.
Grabbing the nurse by her breasts, he hurled her off the bed savagely.
She went reeling nakedly, backwards into the arms of the guards who now filled the room.
"Keep away from you, all of you!" Salvatore bellowed. He was like King Kong, jumping onto the hospital bed until the springs creaked.
His wife was trembling with fear. And she still had that hose up her ass.
He pulled it out with one harsh stroke, ripping her asshole which had been clutching the invading rubber at that moment of ultimate fear and confusion.
The water started rushing out of his wife's asshole, filled as it was with ass-juices. Everybody stood back from that, except for Salvatore, who intended to give his naughty wife the punishment he felt she deserved.
He turned her over and started spanking her ass right then and there.
He didn't care that the water was rushing out. He just kept spanking.
The sound of his hard hand on her wet, upturned globes was echoing.
The poor nurse, hateful of Salvatore, but unable to do anything, was told by her male supervisor that she would have to have a special meeting with him to discuss this incident of her being caught in an uncompromising position in the room of a female patient.
"I understand," she said sadly. "I'll get my clothes."
"No, don't bother," her supervisor told her. "I want to talk with you about this shameful incident in the supply closet. You don't need clothes."
"Why, you male chauvinist pig," the lesbian nurse cursed.
"Remember, your job depends on this," he told her calmly.
Back on West forty-third street, Suzanne played with her nipples as Mike fucked her. There was that sinfully sexy smile on her face.
She didn't know where her father was, but she knew that her power had caused him to go there.
She knew that she had caused herself to get caught with her hand in the cookie jar, so to speak, too many times. That part of her life was over.
As Mike's dick forced its way inside of her cuntal pudding again and again, she wondered if she should use her powers of concentration to coax him into giving her another spanking.
She'd been spanked so much. Could she take any more this night?
She thought about it. For now, just the fucking felt good enough.
At the moment, it really didn't matter.
She knew now that whatever happened, she would always get her way.
Back at the hospital, Salvatore was having his way!
He stripped his clothes off. He was snarling like an animal. He was a madman.
He had gone completely nuts, and he caused the other observers to go running from the room.
He grabbed his cock at the base and squeezed it tightly.
The veins in it swelled up. The head of his dick was bulbous, purple, and oozing pre-cum. His big balls were hanging down.
The lesbian nurse was awed by his spectacular display.
She had never been into men since those early experiences, but the way he took command of this situation was just too much for her to resist. She started to swoon.
She couldn't help herself. She had to touch his cock.
Her hand was trembling as she reached for it. Her fingers grasped the shaft of it. It was hot. She held it. She stroked it. She placed her fingertips on the slit of the opening at the cockhead, and smoothed the juices over the soft prick head.
Salvatore's wife looked on in a state of utter humiliation.
Not only had she been caught with the lesbian nurse, but now that nurse was feeling the cock of her husband!
She had no choice but to stand back and watch.
Salvatore took this woman and forced her down on her knees before him.
He pressed down on her back, forcing her to the ground. Her mouth was opened. She was ready to taste that special taste of cock once again, after all these years, but Salvatore wasn't going to give it to her that easily.
He forced her mouth down on his balls. She felt that the sac was made of thick flesh, and she sucked on, swirling the sac in her mouth, feeling its warmth.
"Suck on my balls, you bitch," he said. "Stealing my wife's pussy, huh? I'll give you something so you won't have to go stealing pussy."
He rotated her head around and around in the ball sac.
She was moaning and groaning. When he finally gave her a chance to come up for air, she told him that she had something for them both. She virtually ignored Mrs. Amorelli.
She went to the supply cabinet. It was locked, but she had a key.
Opening it, she quickly found what she was looking for. She brought out several square cardboard boxes, small ones. They were colored a bright yellow.
"What's that?" Salvatore asked her.
"It's something we use for heart patients to open up their arteries and everything. It pumps blood through the system and gives a real rush. It's called poppers because the chemical inside this little capsule rushes out when popped."
With that, she removed one of the little white capsules and placed it between her fingers. She squeezed it until it snapped, popped and started its fumes rushing out.
She held it to her nostrils and inhaled.
While it was designed for patients with heart problems, it really did a number on the regular people who used it. After the nurse sniffed it, her head started reeling, and she lost all of her inhibitions.
She started groveling at Salvatore's feet, licking him on his dirty shoes.
"Yeah, bitch, I like that," he told her. "It shows me what a slave you are."
She raised her arm, extending the popper to him. Even though the heaviest fumes had already been consumed by the nurse, there was more power to be inhaled.
Salvatore didn't want to get hooked on drugs. He'd heard that once you try your first thing like that, it's hard to stop.
But the nurse had done it, so it was under the care of a medical person. At least, that was Salvatore's rationalization as he inhaled deeply.
Almost immediately, he felt his face flush. He broke out in a cold sweat.
But he loved it. He was still grabbing his dick tightly around the root.
"I wanna fuck you," he rasped. "Up the ass!"
"No," the nurse whimpered.
But Salvatore pushed her down, forcing her ass up.
They were on the cold floor. It was quite a sight. The nurse moaned and begged Salvatore's wife to help her, but of course, the woman did not assist at all.
She merely stood there with her arms crossed in front of her, watching.
"Come on," Salvatore said, taking his fat cock and directing toward her bunghole.
She tried to squirm her butt hole away, but Salvatore gave her cheeks one of those hard spanks he was famous for.
She positioned her ass up for him and took another hit of the poppers.
He tried to work his stiff dick into her ass. It wouldn't go in at first.
But then, all of a sudden, he lunged it forward.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned. And she tried to get away.
He held her back on his dick, but she managed to make the big cock slip out as she rammed her fingers furiously into her vagina.
She started to come.
The juices just poured out of her cunny.
She was moaning.
Salvatore, aroused to see her reach orgasm at the very feel of his pole up her ass, moved around and jerked on his dick, stroking it furiously.
She saw that he was about to ejaculate, and so she grabbed his big balls and started to pull on them as he came closer and closer and then came like never before.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
His semen was like thick glue. It gushed out and landed on the nurse's body.
She was groaning along with him as his thick fluid came.
Salvatore's wife, in total humiliation, watched on.
It had been quite a weekend in New York City.
So much had happened so fast.
It was a bit much to handle, but they would have to do just that. It was a case of live and learn. If you don't learn, you don't live.
Back at Mike's place, Suzanne was under his thumb.
He had removed his black leather belt. It was doubled over in his hand.
He had her stretched out on the bed. Her ass was sticking up.
He stroked the belt across her ass cheeks. He didn't hit too hard, but he hit hard enough, and always when she didn't expect it.
As he whipped her with the belt, she played with his cock.
She was able to watch his cock swinging back and forth as he beat her with the belt. She played with it, stroking it and running her finger around the flared dick head.
She moved her mouth to it, and started to suck it, even though she had to keep wincing with each smack across her bottom.
"Don't you dare bite on it, Suzanne, or I'll really lay this belt on you," her man told her.
"Yes, Daddy," she sighed, taking her mouth off the shaft long enough to get those words out.
He liked that. He liked the way she called him "Daddy" even though her real father was in the same city, too.
He was her Daddy, now. He was the authority figure she would crawl to; the one she beg to spank her goodnight.
"Let's live together," he suggested. "You don't have to go back to Pennsylvania to live with your folks, now that you've got me. Stay with me. I'll be good to you. I'll spank you every night. You won't be able to fall asleep without a spanking from me."
"And will you tie me to your bed each night?" she asked, panting.
"That's where you belong, tied, but not to the bed. I'll tie you on the floor like a dog. You can sleep at my feet until you learn to behave the way I expect."
"I'll earn the right to sleep in your bed," she rasped, tweaking her nipples.
"That's the only way."
"And if I'm real good, what will I get as a reward? An extra smack across the face?"
"Yeah, a real good smack. You'll get to be tied between my legs so that you can keep your head down on my pecker all night long. That's right. I want your mouth on the full length of my boner all night long."
"And I'll crawl under the table so that I can eat the crumbs which fall onto your lap," she moaned, seductively.
"Yeah," he grinned.
But it never happened.
The weekend in New York soon was over.
Mrs. Amorelli was given a clean bill of goods and was discharged from the hospital.
She did not say goodbye to the nurse who had "taken care of her."
Neither did Salvatore. Once he had shot his wad, it was all over. It meant nothing more than that to him.
Suzanne returned with her parents to Pennsylvania. She returned as a much wiser young girl. For now she was aware of her special powers, and she was determined to use them for her own ends.
She didn't need Mike, or New York, although she would think of both often, and she would write Mike from time to time.
But she had her Daddy, as she'd always had.
And her weekly disciplining sessions continued.
"Spank me, Daddy," she would moan, as she lay over her father's knees.
And her father would spank her, the way he felt he should.
She needed that to be a better girl, and he knew that he had to do his duty and give her everything she needed.
Everything she needed, square across those twin rounded globes.
Oh, how they burned red hot, turned from flawless white to crimson.
Her ass was always sore now that she had discovered her powers.
She never stopped needing these spankings, and it seemed that she was able to command many men to beat her.
There was the cop who caught her smoking grass in a parked car with a boyfriend late one night. He was going to take her in, which she knew, would result in a spanking for her.
"Please, officer," she said. "Isn't there anything I can do to earn my punishment without having to go to the police station? I don't want my parents to find out. It would hurt their feelings. And I'd get spanked."
"Well, a girl like you needs a good, old fashioned spanking," the policeman told her. "I could see to it that your bottom gets a good red one. That would be punishment enough."
And so, in the presence of this boyfriend, she received an over the knee spanking with her skirts pulled up and her panties pulled down.
After he had warmed up her bottom with ten minutes of hand spanking, he switched to his heavy policeman's utility belt, whipping her until she cried.
Then she kissed the belt which had whipped her, and thanked the policeman.
In school, the same thing happened. A young, male art teacher was rather annoyed with her. She had traced a drawing from a book and passed it off as an original.
Her reward was a spanking.
Why it had come to that, she couldn't be certain.
But that's exactly what it was.
He told her to place her hands on his desk. She did that, sticking her ass out.
She received a dozen hard wallops with his yard stick.
The sound of that hard stick smacking her upturned bottom globes rang throughout the school.
After that, everybody knew that Mr. Hausser had spanked Suzanne's ass after class.
That was to become her reputation.
That was what the boys thought of when they saw her.
And now she realized that she wanted it that way.
Everybody knew she had a hot ass.
She had become the hottest little ass in town.