David braucht eine Spritze

Letzten Sonntag waren Lana und ihr Mann Dominik bei Freunden zum Grillen eingeladen. Es war ein wunderschöner, sonniger Sommertag. Im Garten von Betty und Andi blühten neben Rosen auch einige exotische bunte Blumen. Lana lag faul auf einer Sonnenliege und bediente sich am Himbeerstrauch zur ihrer Linken. Genüsslich schob sie sich eine süße rote Beere in den Mund, als gerade zwei weitere Freunde, David und Lilly durchs Gartentor kamen. Alle begrüßten sich gegenseitig mit je einem Küsschen auf jede Wange. Danach nahmen die Freunde auf der Terrasse Platz und tranken Kaffee. „Und, hast du den Impfstoff besorgt?“ fragte Lana David und sah ihm dabei direkt in die Augen. Etwas verlegen nickte David und holte die kleine Schachtel aus seinem Rucksack hervor. „Soll der noch mal in der Kühlschrank?“ wollte David wissen. „Das zahlt sich wohl kaum aus, nachdem ich dir das Zeug gleich rein jagen werde“ entgegnete Lana keck. Dafür kassierte sie von Lilly einen Ellbogenstoß in die Seite. „Mach ihm doch keine Angst! Es ist ein Wunder, dass er sich die Spritze überhaupt geholt hat“ verteidigte Lilly ihren Freund, der eine fürchterliche Angst vor Nadeln hatte. „Ich werde ganz fürsorglich und behutsam vorgehen“ versicherte Lana ihren Freunden. Mit diesen Worten stand die erfahrene Krankenschwester auf und ging ins Haus. Nach kurzem Zögern folgte David ihr hinein.

Oben im Bad hatte Lana schon alles vorbereitet, was sie zum Verabreichen einer Impfung brauchte. David und Lilly planten gegen Ende des Sommers eine Autoreise quer durch Frankreich und Davids Meningokokkenimpfung war schon viel zu lange her. Lana hatte ihm zwar zu einer Titerbestimmung geraten, um den Impfschutz zu überprüfen, aber dafür könnte David im schlimmsten Fall gleich zweimal mit einer spitzen Nadel in Berührung kommen und das wollte er auf jeden Fall vermeiden. „Warst du in den letzten vier Wochen krank, zum Beispiel erkältet?“ fragte Lana ihren Freund und packte währenddessen langsam die Fertigspritze aus. David überlegte kurz. „Ja, vor drei Wochen. Erinnerst du dich? Da haben wir euch deswegen den Kinoabend abgesagt“ antwortete David, der bereits jetzt schon sichtlich nervös war. Dabei sah er wie ein Mann aus, der vor nichts und niemandem Angst hatte. Er war groß und kräftig gebaut. Starke, breite Schultern. Und doch fürchtete er sich vor einer klitzekleinen Nadel. Zugegeben, eine 18G Nadel war vielleicht doch nicht „klitzeklein“. „Na gut lieber David! Hose runter, wenn ich bitten darf!“ forderte Lana ihren Privatpatienten auf. Obwohl David die Impfung lieber in den Oberarm gesetzt bekommen hätte, widersprach er nicht. Irgendwie erregte es ihn auch gleich halb nackt vor Lana stehen zu müssen. Es war eine eigenartige Mischung aus Scham und etwas anderem, das er nicht beschreiben konnte.

Zuerst öffnete David die Gürtelschnalle und danach machte er jeden Knopf seiner Jeans einzeln auf. Die Hose glitt an seinen Beinen hinunter und blieb schließlich in den Kniekehlen hängen. Lana musste bei der Boxershort etwas nachhelfen und schob sie behutsam nach. „Wenn du magst, kannst du dich am Waschbecken abstützen“ schlug Lana vor. Schweigend folgte David ihrem Rat. So konnte er sie im Spiegel beobachten. Lana trug ein weißes Polokleid, das sich wie eine zweite Haut an ihre Brüste und um ihre Hüften schmiegte. Mit eine wenig Fantasie sah das Sommerkleid wie eine alte Schwesternuniform aus. Sie bückte sich, um etwas aus ihrer kleinen roten Tasche heraus zu nehmen, die sie zuvor auf den Boden gestellt hatte. Sie hielt ein Glasthermometer in der Hand und blinzelte auf die Skala. Es war nicht nötig, die Flüssigkeit im Inneren der Messskala herunter zu schütteln. Gewissenhaft wie sie war, tat sie dies immer nachdem sie das Thermometer nach Gebrauch gereinigt und desinfiziert hatte. So war es schnell wieder einsatzbereit. „Na dann wollen wir mal Fiebermessen, um sicher zu gehen, dass du jetzt wieder ganz gesund bist“ verkündete Lana beinahe fröhlich. In diesem Moment drehte David sich zu ihr um und sah sie entsetzt an. „Ich glaube nicht, dass das notwendig ist. Und wohin wolltest du mir das Thermometer überhaupt hin stecken?“ fragte er sie fassungslos. „Was glaubst du denn?“ antwortete sie und konnte sich das Schmunzeln um ihre Lippen nicht verkneifen. „Das mach ich bei Dominik auch immer so, das ist schließlich die genaueste Messmethode. Er beschwert sich auch nicht.“ erklärte Lana. „Zumindest beschwert er sich jetzt nicht mehr.“ dachte sie sich im Stilllen. „Aber wenn du lieber nächste Woche zu deinem Hausarzt gehen willst, dann können wirs jetzt auch gut sein lassen.“ fuhr Lana trocken fort. David überlegte kurz. Schließlich wussten alle, dass er heute geimpft werden sollte. Er wollte jetzt lieber keinen Rückzieher machen und als Feigling abgestempelt werden. Schon gar nicht vor Betty, seiner Ex-Freundin oder gar vor seiner Verlobten Lilly. „Na dann tu, was du tun musst.“ schmollte er und stützte sich wieder am Waschbeckenrand ab. Lana lehnte sich neben David nach vorne und hielt die Thermometerspitze kurz unter fließendes kaltes Wasser. Dann wandte sie sich endlich Davids strammen Po zu. Mit einer Hand spreizte sie die wohlgeformten Pobacken auseinander und mit der anderen führte sie ihm unendlich sanft das kühle, glatte Messinstrument ein. Sie ging davon aus, dass David zuletzt im Kleinkindalter rektal gemessen wurde und führte deswegen das Thermometer nicht sehr tief ein. Davids Kehle entwich ein unterdrücktes Stöhnen. Scheinbar fand er das Ganze doch nicht so schlimm. Das nahm Lana zum Anlass, den kleinen Glaskörper noch etwas weiter vor zu schieben. Mit drehenden Bewegungen führte sie das Instrument bis zur 40 Grad-Markierung ein. „Das ist so erniedrigend!“ keuchte David, der seinen Atem nicht mehr unter Kontrolle hatte. „Aber auch irgendwie geil!“ rutschten ihm die Worte vor Lust ganz schwer hinaus. Genau in diesem Moment stand Betty plötzlich in der Badezimmertür, die nur angelehnt war. Sie hatte alles gehört. Durch den schmalen Spalt konnte sie sehen, wie David breitbeinig gegen den Waschtisch mit einem Fieberthermometer in seinem Po gelehnt stand. Eigentlich wollte sie nur fragen, was da oben so lange dauerte. Immerhin waren Lana und David schon eine ganze Weile hier. Peinlich berührt von dem was sie gerade miterlebt hatte, ging sie wieder langsam die Treppe hinunter. 1000 Gedanken schossen ihr durch den Kopf. Hatten Lana und David so etwas wie eine Affäre? Wusste Lilly davon? Oder sollte sie es Lilly erzählen? Als seine Ex-Freundin wusste Betty, dass er auf Analspielchen stand, aber das war ihr doch eine Nummer zu hoch.

Oben im Badezimmer waren bereits fünf Minuten vergangen und Lana zog das Thermometer ganz langsam und vorsichtig aus Davids Hintern. „37,2°C , das ist ganz normal“ las Lana die Temperatur ab und legte das Messinstrument beiseite. „Bin gleich zurück, ich hol nur schnell etwas aus der Küche.“ teilte sie David mit und verschwand nach unten. Kurz darauf stand sie wieder in der Badezimmertür. In der linken Hand hielt sie einen Becher mit Eiswürfeln und in der anderen eine Flasche mit Lotion, die die letzten zwei Stunden im Kühlschrank verbracht hatte. „Ich werde die Injektionsstelle kurz vereisen, dann tut der Einstich nicht so weh und eine Schwellung bleibt hoffentlich auch aus“ erklärte sie David ihr weiteres Vorhaben. Er nickte und wünschte sich insgeheim sie würde den Eiswürfel in den Mund nehmen und so die Pobacke auf die verhasste Impfung vorbereiten. Aber dieser Wunsch wurde ihm nicht erfüllt.

Beinahe andächtig nahm Lana einen Eiswürfel aus dem Glas und hielt ihn für etwa zehn Sekunden an die geplante Einstichstelle am linken äußeren Quadranten der linken Pobacke. Danach desinfizierte sie die Haut gründlichst. Mit einem leisen „Klick“ entfernte sie die Schutzkappe der Fertigspritze. Prüfend hielt sie die Spritze gegen das Licht und drückte die Luft heraus. Auch das würde die Injektion weniger schmerzhaft machen. Sie hielt die Kanüle wie einen Pfeil zwischen ihren zierlichen Fingern und zack- hatte sie die Nadel tief in Davids Gesäßmuskel gejagt. Ein wenig verzögert begann er zu jammern: „Au au, das tut ja ur weh!“ Sie zog den Kolben ein bisschen zurück um zu sehen, ob sie Blut aspieren konnte. Das war wichtig um sicher zu gehen, dass sie kein Blutgefäß erwischt hatte. Aber wie immer hatte Lana gut gestochen und konnte nun langsam den Impfstoff in Davids Gluteus maximus hinein drücken. „Dein Gejammer kommt viel zu spät, bin ja schon fertig“ lachte sie und zog die Nadel zurück. Fast zärtlich massierte Lana die Punktionsstelle mit dem Tupfer nach und löste diesen dann mit dem Eiswürfel ab. Mit kreisenden Bewegungen kühlte sie Davids linke Pobacke. „Das fühlt sich richtig gut an“ sagte David, während er sich vorstellte, dass der Eiswüfel bis zu seinem Poloch wandern und auch hier für ein wenig Abkühlung sorgen würde. Nun nahm Lana die Aloevera Lotion zur Hand und trug ein wenig davon auf beiden Pohälften auf. Äußerst behutsam verteilte sie die Lotion mit beiden Händen. David genoss ihre Berührungen in vollen Zügen und merkte, wie erregend das alles auf ihn wirkte. Da ließ Lana wieder von ihm ab. „So, du kannst dich wieder anziehen. Wir sind fertig.“ sprach sie und wusch sich gründlich die Hände. Enttäuscht und leicht verwirrt durch diese neue Gefühlsregung zog David sich wieder an. „Lana, das hast du echt toll gemacht. Viel besser als mein Hausarzt.“ bedankte er sich bei ihr. „Es gibt so einiges, das ich besser kann, als dein Hausarzt“ antwortete sie mit einem Augenzwinkern.

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Chelsea’s Unexpected Spanking – Part III

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Then the paddle hit her right cheek. WHAM. Her first response was to softly rub her already flaming butt. The pain was unbearable for her and she couldn’t imagine receiving more spanking with the wooden instrument of torture. The sea salt made the already intense burning of her treatment even more cruel. The texture of the peeling was unpleasant and felt like sandpaper against her sensitive skin. Suddenly, the paddle hit her delicate fingers before it met the side of her left cheek again. “Count out loud, you stupid bitch or you’ll get two more!“ Tanya reminded her patient. “Two.“ Chelsea whispered as she repositioned herself. The excruciating pain distracted her from the big plug in her ass. She knelt on the cold, wet tiles. She prepared herself for the next hit with the paddle. It didn’t come. She couldn’t stand the tension of surprise. So, she lightly turned to see what was going on as the wooden paddle hit her hard on the left side again. Taken by surprise she bit her lower lip. She immediately tasted fresh blood in her mouth. She didn’t dare to spit it out. Just a light red stream ran down her chin. „Three.“ She spluttered to avoid two extra spankings. The nurse seemed to accept Chelsea’s behavior. She sobbed hard and wondered how many tears she had left. The next stroke hit her right side again. She waited for the fourth one while her watering eyes gave in. Her face was wet from crying and salty tears mixed with the blood in her mouth. She tasted the disgusting flavor of defeat and humility. “Out of mercy, I’ll slap you on both your cheeks at the same time, to save your strength for later“ announced Tanya. Then she struck out wide and hit the prison girl with full force on her butt. Chelsea slipped on the wet floor. “Four“ she counted. She got up again. She knew her punishment, or at least the spanking, was almost over. For a moment she felt nothing, just the slightest caress of air against her bare ass. Then she noticed that Tanya had put away the paddle. At first she could feel the nurse’s warm hands cupping her butt cheeks and gently circling clockwise and then the tender touch of her palms against her burning skin. She felt how one hand moved down the back of her legs and then up again caressing her smooth inner tighs. Her fingernails brushed Chelsa’s crotch and just for a second the nurse pressed her thumb against the prison girl’s clit. Chelsea felt a light brush of air as Tanya’s hands travelled away from her sore behind and a jolt as one hand slapped down on her ass. A sharp sting. „Five“ she cried out loud in agonizing pain. The last slap came back handed from the strict nurse. The burning sensation almost made her jump. But weak as she was by now her body gave in and again she broke down onto the cold floor. For a few minutes she just lay still. She silently cried and felt sorry for herself. Now that the spanking was over, Chelsea became aware of the plug in her butt again. She couldn’t suppress the urgent feeling of water in her lower intestines any longer. „I need to go to the toilet“, she whined. Tanya smiled. With a glittering of great satisfaction in her eyes, she helped Chelsea get up and took the poor girl to the toilet. There she forced her against the wall with both her hands above her head. „Bent a little forward and spread your legs wider“ said the nurse in a demanding tone. Chelsea followed her instructions. She heard Tanya put on a new pair of latex gloves. Then she felt the nurse’s hand as she pushed the plug a little deeper into Chelsea’s butthole just to turn it from side to side. In one swift motion she pulled it out. Exhausted from the events of this afternoon Chelsea turned around and slowly sank onto the toilet seat. Stomach cramps tormented her abdomen as she did her business. Her anus was burning like fire. The nurse stood and watched her patient for a while before she left her alone.

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Chelsea’s Unexpected Spanking – Part II

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Chelsea was sobbing and had lost control over her body. Thick tears were streaming down her burning face. A burning of emberrassment and shame. Her breaths were unsteady and ragged her throat like razor blades. How could this have happened to her? She felt confused, vulnerable and completely helpless in this extraordinary situation. She felt like a virgin who had been raped.The young beautiful woman has had her share of men and had enjoyed almost every encounter. She wasn’t shy and open minded in the bedroom. But she was never up for anal sex or playing with butt toys. She had tried it once with her last boyfriend as one of his many bad ideas. She didn’t like it at all and had felt more pain than pleasure. So they had stopped as quickly as they had started. Bill was furious and called her a „cock tease“ right before he spanked her bare behind with his leather belt. Chelsea was no stranger to this kind of punishment. Her daddy had used the same method to discipline his children.

And now being handcuffed and down on her knees she appeared like an insignificant little girl. Suddenly she realised that Tanya had left the room. She tried to concentrate so she could hear what was goging on. She suspected the nurse to be in the examination room since noises of someone looking through cabinets travelled through the hallway. Then Chelsea could hear footsteps coming closer. Tanya opend the door to the shower room, holding a plastic basket. She sat it down on the floor. „I admire your smooth skin, Chelsea. And I want to give you a special treatement“ the nurse announced. The prison girl didn’t dare to move or to think about what that „special treatment“ would be. Instead she kept still and waited for instructions. But none came. From behind Tanya loosened the handcuffs and set her personal prisoner free. Unexpectedly released from the bonds Chelsea dropped heavily to the hard floor. A moan of relieve and pain washed through her body. „Get on your hands and knees, before I change my mind and give you another shower“ dictated Tanya. With her last strengh Chelsea took in the required positon. It felt demeaning to her, but she still obeyed. Tanya opened a jar of coconut scented body scrub. It was a natural body product made out of sea salt. She reached into the jar and took out a handfull of the coconut peeling. She gently started massaging Chelsea’s round behind. Her warm palms circled the flesh of Chelsea’s soft cheeks and then parted them to get a good view of the girl’s delicous butthole. Her anus was tight and pink. With her left hand Tanya searched through the basket for the silicone butt plug. She quickly found it and lubricated it with some vasaline. With her right hand she spread Chelsea’s ass wide apart and in one swift motion pushed the black plug deep inside her. The prison girl almost jumped to her feet when she felt something hard being shoved into her ass. A high pitched scream escaped her mouth and quickly turned into a pitiful whining. It took all of Chelsea’s remaining strength to steady herself. „Good girl“ said Tanya and started rubbing the inmate’s buttocks. She caressed her sensitve skin with her fingertips. Chelsea developed goose bumps under the nurses caring touch.

Tanya enjoyed the power over the young prisoner and gladly took advantage of her. The touch of Chelsea’s smooth skin underneath her hands aroused her. A familiar warm feeling spread between her legs. She felt her wet pussy and and couldn’t wait any longer for the next steps she had prepared.

The RN let go of Chesea’s ass and reached for the wood paddle in her basket. She slowly clapped the paddle against her hand. While doing that she bent down to the inmate and whispered into her ear: „You will now receive a good old spanking with my paddle. Five strokes on each cheek for trying to fool me and I want you to count them out loud. Do you understand?“. As an act from necessity Chelsea silently nodded. She wondered how much the spanking would intensify the feeling of the plug in her butt. Tanya didn’t give her slave much time to ponder. She held the paddle with both her hands and struck out. In one quick drive the paddle flew through the air and slapped hard across Chelsea’s left butt cheek. The girl broke down under the stinging pain. At first it took her breath away. „One“ she counted, just above a whisper…

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Chelseas Unexpected Spanking

Chelsea lay flat on her stomach on the simple metal bed. She knew exactly what she had done wrong. She wasn’t thinking about the disaster of a bank robbery with her ex boyfriend that secured her next few years behind these cold steel bars. No, she thought about the fight with her cell mate Amber and the awaiting punishment. Amber didn’t share anything and especially not her clothes. She was the type of girl one should never, not under any circumstances tease, criticise or provoke.

The inmates at Orange County Prison for women were to wear their uniform overalls every working day of the week. Only on holidays and weekends were the women allowed to dress in their few private clothes. On one cloudy Wednesday noon when Chelsea had finished her shift at the prison’s laundry she brought back the overalls for Amber and herself. When Amber checked the number of overalls, she quickly found that one of them wasn’t her size. It was a size 12 instead of her usual 8 and one overall was missing. Instantly she was furious and grabbed Chelsea by her ponytail, „You gonna pay for that later, bitch!“ she whispered bittersweetly into her ear and then let go of her shiny blonde hair. Chelsea wasn’t in the mood to get spanked tonight by her firm cell mate. So she had to come up with a plan.

She went to the sink and splashed some cold water onto her hot face. She was already afraid of the night and had a hard time concentrating. She took the bar of soap and washed her hands. Suddenly, she remembered something from her childhood. If she ate a bit of the soap, she surely would get a fever and that was her chance to spend the night at the prison’s medical ward. She and her brother did that from time to time when they were kids to spend a day off from school on the big living room couch so they could watch cartoons the entire day. Since their mom never left the room, while their temperature was being taken they couldn’t cheat by holding the good old mercury thermometer into their tea or under the lamp. They had to be one step ahead. The boy next door who was two years older than her big brother had told them about this simple trick. Chelsea split the almost used up soap bar in half and then into smaller pieces. Slowly she put them between her perfect cherry lips and swallowed all the tiny bits at once and flushed them down with two glasses of water. Instantly she felt sick to her stomach from that disitinctive taste. Bravely she fought the nauseating feeling in her throat and concentrated on her breathing. In and out – nice, long, deep breaths.

The deafening ringing of the bell distracted her and it was time for lunch. Amber and Chelsea waited for the automatic cell door to be opened. They stepped out of the cell, lined up in a row and slowly marched down the long green corridor. At the dining hall Chelsea only asked for a little soup and some bread. As she set down at her usual table with the other inmates, she almost couldn’t stand the smell of all the food around her. The humidity from the kitchen created an unpleseant surrounding for her to be in. It was impossible for her to even try the soup, so she only took tiny bites from the white bread and hoped it would help her to keep the soap down.

Ronda, one of the guards, watched Amber closely since she was always up to something and caused all kinds of trouble on a regulary basis. Sitting across from her pretty Chelsea looked different today. Her face was pale and she was mildly sweating. She hadn’t touched her soup yet as she was staring blankly into the white ceramic bowl. „Hey Chelsea girl, you don’t look too good. Are you alright, dear?“ asked the warm hearted prison guard. She had always liked Chelsea and favored her over the others for many reasons. One of them was her perfect round juicy behind that even in those ugly orange overalls looked damn good. Unable to speak because of her nausea, Chelsea shook her head and her high ponytail slowly swung from side to side. „Come on, get up! I’ll take you the medical ward and have nurse Tanya do a check-up“ Ronda announced. Amber, getting the feeling she would miss out on a satisfying night of spanking her cell mate glared at Chelsea and gave her the finger.

Since it had been a very slow week so far, nurse Tanya was checking the expiration date of the drugs in the medicine cabinet to keep herself busy. The brunette RN was dressed in a white uniform that hugged her huge breasts and heart-shaped butt. It had an appropriate length and ended above her knee. She had put up her long hair into a chignon. On top of her head she wore an old fashioned but cute nurse’s cap. Tanya adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose just as somebody knocked gently on the door to the medical ward. Ronda walked in with an inmate at her side. „This is Chelsea and she’s not feeling well. I thought that you should take a look at her. I need to go back to the dining hall, but I’m sure you can handle Chelsea. She’s a good girl“ the guard summed up everything the nurse needed to know and left.

„Let’s take a look at you.“ Tanya said while she locked the medicine cabinet. „What’s the matter with you?“ she asked impatiently when Chelsea didn’t say anything. „I don’t know. I feel sick and I have a headache“ shyly said the young woman. The nurse felt Chelsea’s forehead and then her pulse on her wrist. Without further explanation Tanya took a glass thermometer out of one of the cabinets. Chelsea was about to open her mouth when the nurse explained: “this is a thermometer for rectal reading only. That’s the most accurate way. So I need you to undress except for your underwear“ the RN commanded. The patient did what was asked of her even though she wasn’t happy about a thermometer soon being shoved up her ass. However, she cooperated with the medical staff. She sincerely hoped that the soap would have raised her temperature at least to a mild fever by now. The pretty prisoner stripped down her overalls and stood still in her plain white bra and brasil panties. Tanya motioned her to the examination table. Chelsea lay down on her back and without asking the nurse pulled down her patient’s panties. She shook the glass thermometer and lubricated the tip with some vaseline. Then she asked the girl to bend her knees and put up her legs. Chelsea obeyed without hesitation. The RN parted the woman’s perfect cheeks and pressed her slightly too long finger nails into her flawless skin. Then she forced the cold glass tip deep into her patient’s ass. As Chelsea felt the instrument being roughly pushed inside her, an uneasy feeling spread through her entire body. The position she had to take pressed against her stomach and made her nausea worse. Like her mother, nurse Tanya didn’t leave the room while the good old mercury thermometer stuck out of Chelsea’s butt. She firmly held it in place and from time to time played a little bit with it. After five minutes she withdrew the instrument in one quick motion. The girl was relieved that this uncomfortable procedure was over. Tanya read the temperature and told Chelsea that she had a mild fever of a 100.6°F. Suddenly, as the patient tried to sit up, she couldn’t hold it any longer and threw up. Even though the nurse quickly reached for a plastic kidney bowl it was too late. Chelsea had vomitted all over herself, the examination table and the lime green linoleum floor.

„You poor thing! Let’s get you ALL cleaned up.“ Tanya said with an evil undertone in her voice. The tiny bits of soap hadn’t gone unnoticed by the experienced nurse. She roughly grabbed Chelsea by her arm and moved her down a corridor to the shower room. But this was no ordinary shower room, not even for a prison. A pair of metal handcuffs were dangling from the ceiling. No shower head or faucet in sight. Chelsea sensed that she had no clue what would happen to her next and wished she had stayed with Amber. Chelsea was told to face the wall. The nurse closed the door. When the inmate lightly turned her WP_20160515_13_46_16_Prohead to the right, a white garden hose became visible to her. From behind the nurse pulled down Chelsea’s panties and removed her bra as well. The underwear dropped to the cold, tiled floor. Chelsea stood there completely naked, shivering and and unsure what to expect. Then her soft hands were forced into the metal cuffs and pulled up above her head. Until now, Tanya hadn’t said another word. „You dirty little bitch! You sneaky whore! You think you can play with me and waste my time?“ she asked angrily. When Chelsea didn’t provide an answer right away, the RN turned on the cold water and directed the forceful stream of water against the small of Chelsea’s back. A shrieky scream escaped from deep within the prison girl’s body. She tried to move away, but Tanya kept the icy stream of water pointed to the young woman’s back. Tears streamed down Chelsea’s beautiful face as the cold water made her shiver even more. She was twisting and turning but the handcuffs made it impossible for her to get away from the line of fire. Suddenly, the water was turned off. Time for Chelsea to catch her breath and calm herself. But she couldn’t calm down. She cried even harder. „Lean forward and press your head against the wall“ Tanya commanded. Out of nowhere she produced a pair of latex gloves and a jar of vaseline. She put on the yellow gloves and made a snapping sound as she pulled them over her wrists. Then she put a little bit of vaseline on the tip of her left index and middle finger. „Relax your butt, or things will get worse for you“ Tanya demanded. Chelsea, afraid to the core, didn’t dare to object. Without parting her cheeks first Tanya inserted her two fingers into the girl’s butt and and started examining her rectum. „When was your last BM“ the nurse wanted to know. „I’m not sure, maybe two days ago“ answered Chelsea immediately in an attempt to please the nurse. „I’ll give you an enema to clean you ALL out and to lower your self-induced fever.“ Tanya explained, although she didn’t expect her patient’s consent to do that. She removed her fingers from Chelsea’s anus and forced the unusual soft tip of the garden hose into its place. She slowly turned on the water and let it flow deep into Chelsea’s bowels. The prison girl felt her knees slackening from the pressure in her lower intestines and dropped to the floor. Only held by the handcuffs Chelsea was down on her knees but was longing to just lie down. She wished for her tormented body to find some rest since this wasn’t to be over any time soon.

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