0 comments/ 61699 views/ 2 favorites An Office Interlude By: JillS Jilliane Scott chewed her lower lip as she sat at the worktable in Professor O'Neill's office and scanned her computer screen. Fifteen feet away, behind his wide, oaken desk, Professor Devlin O'Neill, MA, Lit.D., typed away at another computer. A fire crackled in the hearth while late-season snow drifted past the wide bay window. "Devlin?" "Hm?" "I was just checking over your latest novel and I have a question." The ancient, roll-around desk chair squeaked as he turned to look at her. "You told me you were going to work on the new website, Jill." "I finished it, so now I'm ...." "You what?" He stood and strode across the room. "It's done already?" "Well, yeah. So I was just ...." "I thought you were still aggravated with the JavaScript code that didn't work." "I fixed that, but what I want to know is ...." "That's wonderful!" he said, and kissed her cheek. "I'm so proud of you!" Jill blushed, just a little, and smiled. "Thanks. But about this manuscript. How come ...?" "May I see it? Does the scrolling status bar work now? Why don't you sign on and ...?" "Devlin!" His eyes widened and he stared at her. "What is it, dear?" "I'll show you the site in a minute, OK? But I really have to ask you about something in the novel." "Sure. Anything." "Well, you know how you're always telling me not to redundantly say the same things over and over again when I write my stories?" Devlin smiled and leaned against the worktable. "Yes, I seem to recall something of the sort. Why?" "Look at this." She pointed an accusatory finger at the screen where she had highlighted a dozen words in red. "The same word, over and over and over and over and over and ...." He scowled. "Jilliane! Yes, I see it. The word is 'said.' So?" Jill pouted and crossed her arms. "Well, how come you get to do that and I don't? It's not fair!" Devlin shook his head. "First of all, young lady, you do not take that tone with me. If you have a question I will be happy to answer it. But when you agreed to sit in for Teresa while she is out of town, you were informed that I won't stand for petulance from my office assistant, were you not?" "But I'm not being petulant!" Jill said, and stomped her foot. He pushed away from the table, straightened his spine and jammed his fists into his hips. Jill blinked up at him and chewed her lower lip. "I should like to know exactly what you call that little outburst, young lady!" "Um. What little outburst? Sir?" He crossed his arms and shook his head. "I believe you've been working too hard, dear. Perhaps you should take a break. Why don't you toast some English muffins for us?" "Yeah. OK. I'll make one for you, but I'm not really hungry." Devlin leaned over and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. "Are you all right? You ate almost nothing for lunch." "I'm fine. Just a little tummy ache, that's all. Do you want tea with your muffin?" He took her hand. "Stand up, dearest." She drew a deep breath, pushed back her chair, then grimaced as she stood to face him. Her free hand pressed against her middle of its own accord and she blinked hard twice. "Straighten your back, Jill." "It is straight, Devlin!" He shook his head. "How long have you had this 'little tummy ache?'" "Just ... a couple of days." "I see. And when did you plan to tell me you were ill?" "But I'm not, Devlin! It's just ... well, all the aggravation from loading the site, and ... um, then you wanted that manuscript proofed by Monday, I just ...." "Jill, for crying out loud! You know I never meant for this job to threaten your health. I don't pay you enough for that." "You don't pay me anything, Devlin." "Exactly my point. Now. Go to the bedroom and lie down." "But I have to ...." "I'll save your work and shut down your computer. I'll be in shortly to take care of you." She licked her lip and stared at him. "What ... what do you mean?" He smiled, cupped her chin and kissed her. "I mean I'm going to make your tummy feel better. If you feel up to it, just go ahead and slip out of your things, then put my robe on. OK?" "But, Devlin! I can't take my clothes off in your bedroom!" "You can and you will, unless you'd rather I do it for you and smack your saucy little bottom while I'm at it." "No! You know I don't want a ...." She squealed when he propelled her toward the door with a sharp swat on the back of her skirt. Jill slammed the bedroom door behind her, then blinked back tears as a wave of self-pity washed over her. "Jilliane Megan Scott! We do not slam doors in the house." Jill's jaw dropped as she whirled to face the door. She couldn't believe she'd heard him use her full name. Nobody knew her middle name. She never used it, and as far as she knew, it didn't exist except on her birth certificate and old school documents. "That's not my name and don't call me that!" "Of course it's your name. Don't be so silly and childish. Are you changed yet? You have exactly 30 seconds to get that robe on!" "It's not my name and I'm not gonna put your robe on. Just let me lie down for a few minutes and I'll feel better." Jill stamped her foot, then leaned forward and winced as achy waves swept through her stomach. She wasn't about to admit it to him, but she really didn't feel like doing anything but curling up into a tight little ball of misery. Her stomach twinged, her head throbbed, her back ached, and it even hurt to blink her eyes. Must be the flu, she thought as she moved towards the bed. She stood there a moment as she imagined how heavenly it would be to lie down and rest for just a few minutes. "Your 30 seconds are up, Jill." The door creaked open as Devlin peered around the edge. "Young lady, why aren't you in my robe yet? If you're going to be my office assistant, you will have to learn to take orders." Jill whirled around, then backed away as he came into the room. "I ... I'm ... I'm OK now. Really. I feel better. Really. I need to get a few things done and then I'll take the rest of the day off. I'll feel fine, tomorrow. Really. OK?" He shook his head and pursed his lips. "No, it's not OK. You don't feel better at all. For Pete's sake, you're as white as a ghost and you're still clutching your tummy. Now ... do you want me to help you change?" Devlin reached out to put his hand on her shoulder, but Jill cowered away from him and skittered to the other side of the bed. "Don't ... don't do that. Please. Just let me go home and I'll be fine. Please?" "Jill! What is wrong with you? I just want to help. You're in no condition to drive home, and I don't want you there alone when you so obviously feel bad. If you don't want me to help you get undressed, then I won't. But, please, just take off your sweater and skirt and put on my robe. I really can help you feel better, but only if you trust me. I won't do anything you don't want me to do." Jill whimpered as she gnawed an already-sore fingertip. Butterflies galloped in her tummy and made it ache even more. In the back of her mind, she knew it wasn't the flu. She knew why she felt the way she did, and she'd read enough of Devlin's stories to suspect how he planned to make her feel better. The thought of him 'helping' her feel better was repellent, yet at the same time strangely attractive. "Devlin? Please ...?" "Please what? Please help you undress? Please leave? Please go suck eggs? What?" Jill snickered. "Hmmm ... go suck eggs, huh? I'd like to see that!" "Well, you're not going to see it!" He glared and jammed his fists into his hips. "Quit stalling. The sooner you get undressed and into the robe, the sooner I can help you feel better, and the sooner we can get back to work. I do have a deadline you know." "Oh, well, rat tails! I forgot that damn deadline. Ummm ... I'll put your robe on and lie down for a few minutes. 'K?" Devlin shook his head and huffed. Women! "Just put the robe on, lie down and relax. You might as well take off everything before you do. A bra and pantyhose can't be comfortable." "Devlin!" "For God's sake, woman. Don't you think I know what women wear? You have one minute to get on that bed. I'll fix you a cup of tea while you change. What kind would you like? Want sugar in it?" "No ... just a packet of artificial sweetener, and black cherry tea if you have it. If you don't, then maybe just some 7-Up." "At your service, ma'am. One cup of black cherry tea with artificial sweetener coming up. But ... you will be undressed and you will be in my robe and you will be on the bed when I come back. Deal?" "Ummm ... well ... what if I just ..." Devlin scowled at her and Jill sighed. "OK. You win. In the robe and on the bed. Promise." "Undressed, in the robe and on the bed." "Yeah, whatever. Just leave so I can do it." Jill's hands shook as she unzipped her skirt and let it puddle around her feet. She took off her glasses, laid them on the nightstand, then skimmed her sweater over her head. Blindly she aimed it towards a chair and shrugged when it landed on the floor. She kicked her skirt in the same direction. Shoes followed, then she picked up Devlin's velour robe. It felt soft and warm and held his scent as she slipped an arm into it. She hesitated, sighed, then slipped if off again. Heaven only knew what he would do if she didn't take off everything first. In his stories and books, the women always got spanked. She knew he wouldn't dare do that to her, after all their discussions about it, but she also didn't feel up to verbal warfare if she didn't obey. Her bra dropped to the floor as she sighed in relief. She hated to admit it, but Devlin had been right. It was tight and she felt better with it off. After a brief tussle, her pantyhose tangled around her ankles. She wormed one foot out, then used it to push the nylon off. Another kick and her pantyhose landed on the floor next to her skirt and sweater. One more kick and the bra followed. Jill slid her arms into the robe, tied the belt in a loose half-knot and sank to the bedside with a sigh. Now if only he'd just let her drink her tea and take a nap, things would be better. Devlin tapped, then opened the door. The aroma of black cherry tea wafted into the room. His eyes widened as he took in the clothing scattered about the room. "How do you feel?" he said. "OK. Really. The tea smells good." He walked around the bed, set the ceramic mug on the nightstand, then went to pick up Jill's sweater. She had to roll all the way across the king-sized bed to get the tea, then blew steam off it as she watched him fold her clothes and stack them on a chest of drawers. "No, Devlin! I ... I'll get that." "Jill, for heaven's sake, lie still and drink your tea. I have handled women's undergarments before." She pouted. "Yeah, but not mine." He shook his head as he searched the carpet. "All right. Where are they?" "What?" "Your knickers." "Devlin! I ... I have them on." She shuddered when he scowled. "Didn't I tell you to get undressed?" "Yeah, but ...." "And didn't you tell me you would get undressed?" "Yeah, but ...." "Undressed does not mean half-dressed, young lady. Let me have them." "Devlin, no! I ... I need them." "No you don't. They are merely an encumbrance." He stalked around the bed. Jill scuttled backward like a crab, toward the open door. Hot tea sloshed and splashed her fingers. A few drops dotted the blue satin duvet cover. "Now see what you made me do?" "Don't worry about that. It's Scotch Guarded. I'll get a cloth. You get those undies off. Do you hear me?" "But I ...." "I said do you hear me?" "I hear you, OK? Geeze!" He turned to the bathroom door, which was on the wall opposite the door to the living room. Jill set down her cup on the nightstand nearer the living room door and sucked her fingers. Water splashed in the basin. She couldn't see the apartment entry, but she knew it was there, and knew she could be out in less than three seconds. The water stopped. "Jill, what are you doing?" he shouted. "Nothing!" "What are you supposed to be doing?" "I don't want to! Why do I have to take off ...?" "Do you want me to bring the hairbrush?" She gasped, then giggled. "Why? Is my hair a mess?" "That wasn't the end I meant to use it on." He walked through the door, a damp, wadded towel in his hand. "You wouldn't dare," she said, then moaned as a cramp seized the pit of her stomach. "Your hair looks fine. It's your inside I'm worried about. You look like you just swallowed a sea urchin, spines and all." He sat on the far side of the bed and leaned over to dab away the tea spots. She groaned and curled up on her side. Devlin shook his head, tossed the towel into the bathroom, then reached over to rub Jill's shoulder. She flinched. "Ow!" "You're tight as a drum snare. Why don't you roll over on this side so I can massage your back?" "No. You come over here." "No, because then I'd be between you and the door." "Not if you sit in the middle of the bed." "Jill, for crying out loud! Could we have just a little trust here? I can't give you a proper massage like that. I'd have no leverage without my feet on the floor." She sighed and licked her lips. "OK. But let me see your pockets." "What?" "I just want to make sure you didn't bring that hairbrush with you." Devlin scowled, raised an index finger, then smiled and shook his head. "All right. My own fault for even mentioning it, I suppose." He stood, removed his suit jacket and tie, hung them in the closet, then grinned as he pulled his trouser pockets inside out, front and rear. Jill giggled as he unbuttoned his cuffs. "See?" he said. "Nothing up my sleeves, either." "OK, OK. But don't rub too hard. They already ache." She squirmed across the bed, lay on her tummy and stared over her shoulder at him. He sat on the bedside. Jill quivered and clutched both fists just above her bosom as he stroked both palms down her back in gentle circles. After five minutes, she relaxed enough to move her arms from under her, but she still kept her head turned so she could see his eyes. He increased the pressure just a bit and concentrated on the hard, twingey muscles above her shoulder blades. "Mmph! Oh, Devlin!" "Too hard?" "No. Just don't do it any harder than that, OK?" "OK." He kept the same even pressure for another ten minutes. She stared up into his blue eyes. The eyes held steady as his head made short, slow arcs in rhythm with his hands. She groaned as his warm fingertips nudged between the muscle knots and made them relax. "Better?" Jill gasped. Her eyelids flew open and she jerked away when she realized she had almost dozed off. "Yeah. Sure. Um. Lots better." Devlin scowled. "Would you for Pete's sake chill up? How's your tummy?" "Fine," she said, and stifled a moan. "Yeah, right. Get your panties off while I mix a cocktail." "What have my panties got to do with ...? Um. What sort of cocktail?" He patted her arm, stood, and went into the bathroom. "A feel-better cocktail, dear." She sat on the edge of the bed and watched him rummage in cupboards. He turned on the sink faucets and let the water run as he untangled a clear plastic hose. Butterflies in steel-toed boots clattered in her stomach and made the pain worse. She sighed, bit her lip, and reached beneath the robe to slide her panties off. Devlin hummed as he dribbled a teaspoonful of mineral oil into a clear plastic bag, then hung it on a towel hook. Jill quivered as she folded her undies into a neat square, then started toward the chest of drawers to put them with the rest of her clothes. A wave of nausea swept over her so she lay down and stuffed the panties into the robe's pocket. He turned and took a step away from the basin. "Did you say something?" "No. Just ... um ... what are you putting in there?" "A little oil, a bit of Fleets, but mostly warm water. Try to relax." He twisted the cap off a tiny bottle and emptied it into the bag. "Devlin?" "Hmm?" "Don't put that big nozzle on it, OK?" "What big nozzle?" "You know ... the one you used on Gwen a few weeks ago." She blinked when he twisted around to look at her. "The douche nozzle?" "Yeah. That's just for somebody who's been bad. Isn't it?" Devlin frowned. "Yes, and you've just been a little angel today, haven't you?" She pulled her knees halfway up to her chest. "Don't yell at me. I just don't feel good." He smiled, shook his head, then turned back to the basin to fill the bag from the tap. Cloudy water sloshed in the bag as he walked to the closet next to the shower cube and opened the door. Tiny casters on the feet of a stainless-steel IV rack skittered along the tiles. Jill moaned when he set the rack beside the bed and hung the bag on its arm. It swayed a bit as he looped the clear tube around its top. He set a pile of snowy-white towels on the nightstand. She flinched when he sat beside her. "Can you stretch out on your tummy, Jill?" She wriggled backward, her eyes wide as a doe's. "I ... I can put it in myself," she whispered. "Yes, I'm sure you can. But that's not what I asked." He patted the duvet. "Lie on your tummy." "No! Th-thanks for fixing the enema and all, but, um ...." "Jilliane Megan, do not give me a hard time about this. You can't possibly relax if you have to monitor the volume and worry about whether the nozzle stays in, and it's very important that you relax while the cocktail does its job." She whimpered, then groaned at a new cramp. "I can so." "Don't be difficult, dear. Come along." "Where did you find out my middle name, anyway?" "I thought you said that wasn't your name, and don't change the subject. Roll over this instant." "Devlin, no! Ow!" His warm, gentle hand nudged her back and she shuddered as he pulled her toward his hip. She clutched the robe at her throat and glared at him over her shoulder. "Stop being silly, Jill. Can you lie flat?" She pushed her knees down a few inches, wailed, then shook her head as pain burned through her abdomen. He nodded. "OK. We'll try it with you up on your knees, OK?" "No! Not OK! It's bad enough you just have to look at my bare fanny, but there's no way I'm gonna stick it up in the air for you to ogle at!" Devlin gritted his teeth. "Young lady, I will not ogle at your fanny. I may, however, slap it bright red if you don't stop this nonsense." "You do and you'll lose a few body parts!" He laughed. "Yes, you're in fine condition to commit mayhem, dearest." "It's not funny!" "No. It isn't. But I'm afraid we're to the point that your choice is not between a spanking and allowing me to take care of you, it's between allowing me to take care of you and a trip to the emergency room." "Noooo! I hate hospitals." "Then quit squirming and let me help you." She sulked, scowled, huffed, muttered savage curses into the duvet and continued to squirm while he scooped his arms under her and lifted her onto her knees. The pain subsided just a bit as her tummy shifted. He stroked her back while she panted. Soft velour caressed her tender, wriggly behind. "Why are you being so mean to me?" He rubbed her back and smiled. "Do you want a blindfold?" She gasped. "What? No! What are you talking about?" "Then stop acting like you're about to be executed." "But, Devlin! This is so awful!" "It can't be as bad as the pain I see in your face. Now just relax." He opened the nightstand drawer and took out a tube of K-Y Jelly. "Oh, God!" she said, and wiped a hot tear from her eye. An Office Interlude "Shh. It's OK. This is the fun part." "Yeah, for you!" Devlin shrugged, slipped his right hand into a latex glove, then reached for the slender, pink nozzle. He dabbed jelly onto his gloved fingers and coated the tip with clear ointment as she stared. She yelped and tried to twist away when he raised the robe's skirt with his left hand, but he wrapped her waist in a soft, firm arm-lock. "Stop being a baby, Jill." "But I don't want you to do that!" "The ER is only 20 minutes away." "No!" "Then be still while I put in a little lubricant." "Jeesus, Devlin!" She gasped and kicked the duvet with bare toes while his latexed finger slid between her plump cheeks. He massaged jelly around the tight, puckered hole within. Her ill-advised kicks sent shockwaves of pain through her tummy, so she stopped and reached back to grab a handful of his trousers. "Let go, Jill." "Get your finger out of my butt, Devlin." "It's not even in, yet. Ah! There it goes." "Naieee! Devliiin!" "Stop whining. Do you carry on like this with your gynecologist?" "Ow! Oooh! It ... it's icky!" His finger twirled just inside the sphincter ring. Warm tingles shot through Jill's bottom and she whimpered as pleasure waves threatened to drown her anger. "That should do it. Let go of my pants, Jill." She relaxed her grip just a little. "If I could of grabbed something else, I would of." "I know, dear. Lucky for both of us." He smiled, leaned over to kiss her warm forehead, then reached for the tube. She panted and squirmed as he unrolled the coil, then gasped when the slippery tip touched her rear vent. He patted her bottom with his bare hand. "Just relax, Jill." "Noo ... oooh! Eee!" "Shh. It's already in. See how easy that was?" "You're really getting a kick out of this, aren't you?" He glanced at her feet. "I hope you meant that metaphorically." "What?" "Never mind. Now just relax." "I wish you'd stop saying that. It sounds ridicul-aieeee!" With a flick of his thumb he released the plastic clamp and let warm water flow inside her. She gasped and scrabbled the duvet with her fingers. Her anus spasmed and tried to expel the intruder. Devlin cupped her quivery bare bottom with his gloved palm and held the nozzle in place between two fingers. He reached around with the other hand to stroke and rub her tummy. She panted, whimpered, then sighed as moist heat bathed her from within and damped the bitter fire in her belly to a dull ache. Wet gurgles rumbled and she clamped her cheeks hard together. "I ... I'd better go now, Devlin." "In a minute, dear. You're almost done." She glanced at the bag. "It's not even half empty!" He nodded and pressed on her tummy. "My point exactly." "Then what do you mean, I'm almost done? Let go of me. Ow!" A new cramp, low in her tummy, seized her. She grabbed his hand to rip it away, then sobbed and pressed it into her belly. He bit his lip as he squeezed and released, squeezed and released. Jill pressed his palm to her like a heating pad as she moaned. Devlin let go of her bottom long enough to raise the IV stand three inches. Jill groaned and bowed her back to push her hips higher. Warm water flowed in as if from a garden hose. Red, blue and green sparks streamed in circles before her eyes. A golden glow suffused her tummy, her breasts, her throat. She groaned, deep inside her chest, when he slid the little nozzle from her bottom and dropped the robe over her. He twisted away and pulled her knees to the edge of the bed. "Can you put your feet on the floor?" She nodded and licked dry lips as she backed down the side of the bed. The carpet was cool and soft on her toes. He held her hand while she clutched her tummy and stood. "Don't try to straighten up, Jill. Just turn around. I'll help you get to the toilet." "No! I ... I'm all right. I can do it myself. Jeesus, Devlin! What did you ...?" He smiled as the door slammed behind her. Even in her urgency to get to the toilet, Jill took a second to click the lock on the door. On the other side, Devlin frowned when he heard the telltale snick. "Jill, don't lock the door! I won't come in, but I don't want you locked in there!" "I ...I...I'm OK," she groaned between gritted teeth. The cramps overwhelmed her and she wondered why she'd ever let him talk her into this! "Just leave me alone, OK? You've done enough already!" "Listen, missy! You don't feel good, and the last thing we need is for you to pass out in there. Now, can you unlock it? I'll give you a minute, but I expect you to keep talking so I know you're OK." Jill groaned again as tears tracked down her face to drip off her chin. She sniffled, clutched her stomach and leaned forward to ease the cramps. "God, Devlin! What the hell did you put in that thing? I've never felt like this!" "Just give it a minute and take a couple of deep breaths. It'll pass and you'll feel much better. Trust your Uncle Devlin." "Ha! Uncle Devil is more like it. I hurt, damn it!" Jill moaned as another wave of cramps hit her like a fist. Devlin chuckled. "Well, at least I can tell you're still conscious! If you're sure you'll be OK, I'll fix you another cup of tea before your next enema. I don't suppose there's any possibility of your unlocking the door?" Jill straightened as the cramps subsided. She wasn't about to tell him, but she did feel a bit better. "I'm not gonna faint, I promise! I'll be out in a few minutes and more tea would be great. And I don't need another enema, either!" She waited a few more minutes to be sure the enema had passed, then cleaned herself and flushed. As she stood, a wave of dizziness slid over her. She felt sticky and uncomfortable after her ordeal, and wondered if she had enough time for a fast shower. She flicked on the water, gave the locked door a thoughtful glance, then dropped Devlin's robe and climbed into the shower. The hot water felt like heaven, but she knew she didn't dare linger. Heaven only knew what Devlin would do if she did! She soaped and rinsed as fast as she could, flipped off the water and groped for a towel. With the water off, she could hear his fist on the door. "Jill, so help me! I told you to unlock this door! What the hell is wrong with you? Answer me! Are you OK? You've got 2 seconds to get your butt out here before I get really mad!" The door-knocks intensified and Jill thought he just might break it down. "Sheesh, Devlin! Hold on! I'm coming. Cut it out!" She wrapped the towel around her head, struggled to pull the robe over her still-damp body, then warily opened the door. Devlin stood, fist upraised for one last assault on the portal. Jill edged past him when he didn't move. A quick glance over her shoulder told her that he wasn't happy. Jill sat down on the bedside, rubbed her hair with the towel, and then hoping to defuse the situation, quipped, "Well, where's a hairbrush when a girl needs one?" "I'll give you a hairbrush, missy," he growled. "And it won't be for your hair! What part of 'unlock the door,' didn't you understand? Maybe because 'unlock' is two syllables? Hmmm? Can't understand words with more than one? What? I should have said, 'don't lock the door?' Honest to God, woman, you should be spanked!" She quivered and huffed. "Don't even think that. You touch me, and I swear you'll regret it. Now let me get dressed and I'll get out of here once and for all!" Devlin sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "OK, I'm sorry. But I was worried. Can't you understand? You felt lousy and if you'd fainted or had a dizzy spell, how the hell could I have gotten to you? Just calm down. I value all my body parts and I'm not about to let you injure any of them. How about another back rub and then another enema to be sure everything's OK inside? I'll even fix more tea. That cup's cold by now. Truce?" "The tea's OK. I'll drink it cold. Another massage would be heaven, but I don't need another enema." He shook his head. "No enema, no massage. Plain and simple. Your choice, but if you think about it, you know that you'll feel better with everything out. How about just plain water with a little peppermint soap. Or maybe a little baking soda to soothe your insides. Or maybe two, one of each?" Devlin chuckled when Jill gaped. "Man, I'd like a picture of that look!" She gnawed a fingernail, then winced as she pulled loose a hangnail and glared at it. "Damn it, now see what you made me do? I guess maybe ... just maybe ... I'll let you give me another one. I still feel a little icky inside ... and if you dare say, or even think, 'I told you so,' you're dead! Got it?" Devlin grinned. "Yeah, I got it. Wanna take the robe all the way off this time? I'll put a towel over you, if you insist, but I do a much better massage on bare skin." Jill stared at him as she considered. The thought of being nude, towel or not, was more than a bit scary. On the other hand, he hadn't done anything to make her distrust him. She nodded as she quivered. "I guess I can do that ... just ..." "Just what?" "Nothing, I guess." She grabbed a towel from the stack he'd brought in earlier. "But turn around, or better yet, go in the bathroom or someplace. I'll let you know when I'm ready." "OK. I'll turn around. You're safe, Jill. You don't have to be so paranoid." He turned and Jill shrugged out of the robe as if her life depended on setting a new 'speediest disrobing in history' record. She clutched the towel in front of her with white-knuckled fingers, then flopped on her tummy and tugged the towel to be sure it covered her from her shoulders to the backs of her knees. "OK ... I'm ready." Devlin stifled a laugh when he saw Jill huddled under the towel. "Tell you what ... here's another towel. Let's put them the other direction so I can work in between, OK? Let go, Jill! OK ...two towels ... I'll put them both over you and then I'll pull this one out from under. You won't be uncovered even a fraction of an inch." Jill looked over her shoulder to watch as Devlin laid two more towels crosswise over her. She reached back to try to hold them in position as he carefully pulled the first one from underneath. With a sigh, she realized that he was indeed trying to make everything as easy and comfortable as possible for her. She lay back down, rested her head on the backs of her hands and made an effort to relax. She flinched when she felt cool air on her shoulders, but stifled the impulse to reach back and grab the towel again. From half-closed eyes, she saw Devlin pick up the bottle of baby oil, then she felt it's cool oiliness between her shoulder blades. His warm hands began smoothing it across her shoulders and down her back under the towel. He became bolder as she relaxed more and sank down into the bed. He smiled to himself as Jill almost purred with contentment. Warm, gentle hands massaged, caressed and kneaded her shoulders and back until her muscles loosened and her breathing slowed and deepened. "Mmmm ... that feels so good," she murmured. "Don't stop ..." Devlin leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Are you relaxed enough for another enema?" Jill opened an eye, searched his face for long moments, then said, " I guess ... I still feel a little ... full. Just not too much, OK?" "How much is 'not too much?'" "About a quart ... and if you use just a little peppermint soap, it'll help with the cramps ... at least it works that way for me." "OK ... just lie there and I'll be right back. Same nozzle I used before? You're more relaxed now ... would you rather have the douche nozzle? It'll stay in easier and then I can massage your tummy for you, plus if you want to be on your side, I can maybe rub your back at the same time, if I don't have to hold it in." She considered a second, then nodded her acquiescence. "Yeah, I guess. That'll work." Jill closed her eyes and listened to the running water in the bathroom. It seemed to continue for a long time, but she was too lazy to worry about it. She'd told him not more than a quart, and she trusted him not to do anything to make her uncomfortable. As she lay there she mulled over the fact that Devlin was almost the first man she'd trusted so completely on such a short acquaintance. She realized that the water had stopped and felt air waft over her as Devlin hung the bag on the pole. The bed dipped as he sat beside her ... "Ready? I put in just a little peppermint and I'll use the douche nozzle. Any other requirements, ma'am? How about if you roll over on your left side for me? I'll hold the towels so you're covered." Jill rolled over, then felt the bottom towel move as he positioned it for easy access to her anus. She whimpered a bit with embarrassment, but calmed when his warm hand rested on her hip for a moment. "Shhh ... you don't have to be embarrassed. I'm just going to lube the nozzle, and then I'll use my finger to lubricate you ... just like last time and nothing to worry about." She heard the shushing sound as he pulled a latex glove from the box, then the almost-inaudible click as he flipped open the top on the K-Y. Time slowed as she waited. She gasped and flinched as she felt his fingers between her cheeks. Without thought, she tightened against him. "Jill ..." He waited as she took a deep breath; he felt her relax, then tense again as his finger pressed against her anus. "Relax ... push back ... c'mon." His slippery finger slid inside and paused, waiting for her reaction. Jill whimpered as she felt his finger deep inside her. Quivery waves radiated from it. She wondered how she could tell him that she wanted it deeper? She wanted him to ... she didn't know exactly what she wanted him to do ... she only knew that she wanted more, whatever more was. Devlin chuckled as he felt her involuntary contractions. He wondered if she remembered that she'd told him how anal-erotic she was. In the interest of self-preservation, he decided it wouldn't be prudent to mention it! He massaged her rectum as she sighed and wriggled against his finger. She sighed again, lost in the warm, squirmy sensation. With regret he slid his finger out, then smiled when she moved against him and moaned her disappointment. "Sorry, dear. If I keep that up, the water'll get cold. You ready?" "Mmmm hmmm." He parted her cheeks again, and chuckled at her lack of resistance this time. With a deft movement, he slid the douche nozzle inside. He hesitated a moment to see if there would be a response, then flicked the clamp open halfway. Jill shuddered and took short, shallow breaths as the warm water, cooled by the peppermint, coursed inside her. "Want me to massage your tummy? Or your back? Or both?" "Mmmm ...." Jill moved against him as his hand reached over and pressed against her lower abdomen. He rubbed lazy circles as she sighed in contentment. Warm water inside, a warm hand on her tummy ... sheer heaven. A finger traced a bit lower, then back up. Jill waited to see if it had been accidental. Devlin pressed a bit harder into her tummy, released, then moved his hand lower, hesitated and waited for her response. Jill purred and pressed against his hand. He moved it lower still. Her soft moans and wriggles encouraged him. Jill jumped when his finger nudged her clitoris. She turned a bit more on her back, and moved her legs further apart. His finger circled sensitive flesh, then flicked it as Jill tensed. "Oh, God ... that feels so good...don't stop." "I won't until you tell me to. Do you need the bathroom yet? The bag's empty. How do you feel?" "Wonderful ... all warm and tingly inside and I want you to keep doing what you're doing. Would you ...?" "What, dearest?" "Ummm ... would you ... maybe ..." Jill took his hand, held it softly and pressed his finger against her clitoris. "Ummm ... Devlin ... would you...I want ... would you put your finger inside me?" Her own words burned a blush across her cheeks. "Honey, I'll do whatever you want me to do. I just don't want to frighten you. Let me get the nozzle out so you can roll all the way over on your back." Jill whimpered as the nozzle slid out, then rolled onto her back, knees apart. She raised her hips a little, grabbed his hand and guided it back to her abdomen, then pressed it gently into place. Devlin smiled at the play of emotions that flittered across her face. He slid his hand down farther, rested his thumb against the tight, hard bud, then eased a finger just inside her. She bucked and whimpered as she arched against his hand. Devlin slid down the bed a few inches and turned a bit for a better angle. He slid two fingers inside her warm wetness, as his other hand pressed her stomach. Jill gritted her teeth as she reached desperately for that feeling she'd always just missed. Warm, soft pleasure swept through her and she relaxed against him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "OK, sweetie?" "Mmm ... I guess I best get to the bathroom." Devlin twisted, took her hand and helped her up. He curled an arm around her shoulder as she leaned against him in complete trust. He chuckled. "Need any help this time? Gonna lock the door?" "No and no. But when I come out ... you've never really said ... would you like me to do the same for you? I'm pretty good at giving ... just let me know." Devlin watched as she closed the bathroom door. There was no slam this time and no snick of the lock. He opened the closet and flicked hangers until he found his frayed, maroon terrycloth robe. "Everything OK?" he said as he hung his trousers next to the jacket and wadded the rest of his clothes into the hamper. "Oh, yeah," Jill called. "I think that one did the trick. Sure you don't want one? I feel great!" "OK. You twisted my arm. But just the little nozzle, OK?" Water splashed in the basin for half a minute, then the door swung wide. Jill grinned and ran to him. "Are you serious? Can I really?" He hugged her and grinned. "Yes, you may really." She pouted and hugged him back. "Don't be pedantic. May I put a little peppermint soap in the water that I put inside your evil, pedantic rear end, Professor? Ow!" Jill's mouth and eyes popped wide and she rubbed mild sting from the swat he clapped on her hypersensitive bottom. She stared into his calm, steel blue eyes as she tried, not very hard, to escape his hug. "Don't be sarcastic with your employer, young lady." "Devlin! You know you're not s'posed to spank me. I don't like it." He smiled, tilted his head a bit to the right and kissed her pouty lips. She tensed, whimpered, then opened her mouth to admit his tongue. He held her close and massaged her firm rear cheeks. Soft velour flowed over the sensitive flesh like electrified silk. She groaned and licked his tongue when he cupped her deep, sensitive cleft and caressed the tenderness between the warm, tingly half-moons. "Oh! Oh, my God! Devlin! You ... you have to stop. Why are you such a control freak?" "I'm a control freak? That's good, coming from you, Miss Nobody Can Get Between Me and the Door!" "Shut up! Anyway, it's my turn to play with your bottom." She panted into his neck as he wrapped both arms around her shoulders. "OK. But no more righteous indignation about a playful smack on the tushy, all right?" "But, Devlin, you know I don't ...." "Hush," he whispered and covered her mouth with his lips. After a long, moist minute, he relaxed his arms. Jill sighed, took his hand and led him to the bed. He knelt and stretched, facedown, on the quilt, then grimaced and rolled left. Jill giggled as he scowled at her and adjusted the front of his robe. "Well, what did you expect, missy? I've been playing with your naughty bits for an hour!" An Office Interlude Jill bit back her grin as she grabbed the rubber bag and backed into the bathroom. "I didn't say anything! Just, um, try to relax, OK?" "It isn't polite to snicker at a man's involuntary reactions, young lady," he said, and twisted onto his side. She turned on the basin taps. "It's not polite to spank your voluntary office assistant's bottom, either, Devlin O'Neill, especially after you did such a good job of making it feel good." "What? I can't hear you when the water's running." While the stream flowed from the tap she rinsed the small nozzle in rubbing alcohol, then looked over her shoulder at him. "What? I can't hear you when the water's running." Devlin sighed, crooked his elbow and rested his head in a palm. Jill grinned, washed the nozzle under the scalding water, shook it, then adjusted the faucets. She rinsed the bag, dribbled a bit of liquid peppermint castile soap into it and added warm water. Moist tingles flowed through her pelvis as she leaned against the basin. The douche nozzle squeaked as she twisted it off the hose and replaced it with the smaller one. Water gurgled as she shook the bag to mix the soap. She palmed its fat warmth and squeezed. It felt almost alive and Jill smiled as she coiled the tube and walked into the bedroom. Devlin's face was calm, composed, his eyes steady, but his right foot moved up and down like a rocker arm on a V-8 engine. "What did you say, Jilliane?" "Hm? I just said I couldn't hear you when ...." "Before that. You muttered something when you had your back to me." "Devlin, I do not mutter." She hung the bag and reached for the K-Y Jelly. "Now lie on your tummy. Or, um, can you?" He sighed. "I'll be more comfortable on my side, I think." "OK. Then it'll be easier to ... um ... yeah. On your side is fine. Just bend your right knee. Can you lift up a little?" Devlin raised his hip as Jill tugged the back of the robe and folded it above his waist. He squinted his right eye when she grinned and patted his bare behind. "You'd better behave yourself, young lady, and remember ... I haven't had one of these since I was six." She batted her eyelids as she squirted jelly onto the fingers of her right hand. "What about that time when Beth and Lisa and Lynne ganged up and gave you...." "That only happened in your warped little mind, missy." "Hmph! I don't think I'm the only one here with a warped mind. Now relax." He sighed as she leaned across his thighs, parted his cheeks with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand, then slid her middle and index fingers inside. He gasped and tensed as she smeared slickness around his anus. "Jill, would you please...." "Just hush and let me do this. Don't be a baby." "Just be careful, OK?" "Shh. I know what I'm doing. Push your bottom out a little. That's a good boy." "Jilliane, if you don't stop treating me like a chaiiee!" She grinned as her index finger slipped through the tight, pink ring, then waited with the tip just inside for the spasm to relax. He took a deep breath and sighed. "See, Devlin? That wasn't so bad, was it?" "You're really getting a kick out this, aren't you?" "Uh huh. Let's go just a little farther and see if we can find the...." He moaned as her slippery digit thrust in and found the tight bulge of his prostate. His penis throbbed in quivery delight as she massaged. "Jill, it's, um ... you're going to cause an, um...." "Looks like I found what I was looking for." She chuckled and withdrew her finger. He licked his lips, then gasped and opened his eyes wide when she tucked her hand beneath the robe and palmed his swollen glans. "Jesus H. Frog, Jilliane! Nobody said anything about...." "Oh, behave. I just need to see how critical the situation is." "Yeah, right. I ... I'd say about a seven point n-n-nine on the Richter." He moaned and squirmed, but made no move to push away her hand. She giggled and released his organ, but slid her left thumb between his cheeks to caress his quivery anus. Warm tremors flowed up his belly as the almost-painful stiffness subsided. Jill lifted the robe in front and smiled. She bent to kiss the purple head as it drooped toward his thigh. Devlin's arm jerked but he cupped a gentle hand under her chin. Jill pouted. "You never let me have any fun." She grinned as she pressed the pad of her thumb into his rear vent. "Mmm. I thought you wanted to give me an enema." She shrugged, leaned back and reached for the tube. "Among other things. But you have to cooperate. I did." Devlin laughed. "Yes, you were the very soul of cooperation." She pouted, raised her left arm and swatted his right buttock hard. "Now who's being sarcastic. Just lie still while I put this in." "Owee." He rubbed a strawberry blotch on his pale rear cheek while he grinned at her. "Oh, stop trying to sound like those naughty girls in your stories. Real men don't say 'owee.'" "Real men don't let their office assistants poke things in their butts, either, so I guess I'll need to borrow a bra and panty set after this." "Would you shut up, please? Sometimes I think you're not kidding about stuff like that. Be still while I put this in." He twisted at the waist two inches to his left but smirked at her over his shoulder as she slid the nozzle inside. She held it steady with her left hand as she reached over with her right to release the clamp. His smirk disappeared as warmth flooded his rectum and sent chills through his belly. "There," she said. "Now arch your back a little ... that's it." "I ... um ... oh, wow. That's, uh, remarkable, isn't it?" "Remarkable, huh? Do you always have to be a writer?" "Well, yeah. It's what I do. I ... I suppose a better description would be, um...." Jill palmed his navel and rubbed. He sighed and closed his eyes. Her hand slid down two inches to caress the slight protrusion just above his pubic hairline. She bit her lip and wriggled the enema nozzle just a little. Devlin gasped and grabbed her robe sleeve as his penis crept to attention. Jill caressed the length of his erection and wiped away the tiny stream of clear fluid that wept from the tip. Her fingers cupped his stiffness and lifted it as she leaned over to flick her tongue around the head. He moaned, open-mouthed, and bent his neck backward. "Aren't you going to describe the feeling, Professor?" "Merciful Mother of Pearl," he whispered. "You are so naughty, little girl. I'm going to blister...." "No you're not. Quit being in control. Tell me. Tell me what you feel." Devlin licked his lips and swallowed hard. "It ... it's like ... there's a volcano of ice cream behind my balls, and hot, hot fudge in my dick, and a really bad schoolgirl is trying to ... to make me explode!" "Devlin Michael O'Neill! When did you ever use such language?" He panted and looked at her with glazed eyes. "Nooo! Not all three names! You ... you told me not to be a writer, Ms. Scott!" She squeezed his shaft and kissed the head, then leaned back. "That is no excuse for being crude, young man. I think you do need a spanking!" "Oh, no, please, ma'am! Not on my bare bottom!" Devlin gasped as Jill let go of his organ and raised the tube. The last of the water drained into him. He panted and bit the pillow while she spread his cheeks and twirled the nozzle as she drew it out. His rampant member throbbed against the duvet. Jill pressed her left thumb pad against his anus and raised her right arm high. His bottom tensed and deep dimples appeared outside the cheeks. She slapped hard, shook her hand, then slapped again. Her thumb burned inside the tight, moist cleft, but she clenched her teeth and rained sharp revenge on his arrogant, unrepentant male behind for all the injustices he had inflicted on his unfortunate students and nieces. "And this is for poor Gwen," she snarled as she smacked fiery heat straight across his cleft. "She told me how you like to spank her between her cheeks. What! Were! You! Thinking!" "Jill! Jill! Jilliane! I ... ow! I need to go! Now!" She nodded, licked her lips and panted. "OK. Yeah. Sure." Her hand burned as she grabbed the bedside and pulled herself off his legs. She winced from the pain in her ribcage where she had flattened his thighs to the mattress while she spanked him. His bottom glowed pink beneath light-brown hair. He moaned as he straightened both knees, then slid them up to crouch and lean forward on his elbows. Jill gasped as his cheeks parted and released the pressure on her thumb. "I think you'd better move out of the way, dearest." "Yeah, I.... But if I move my thumb...." "It's OK. Do it. Now!" She yanked her hand away and he scrambled off the bed and into the bathroom. He held the robe at his waist and sat on the toilet. Jill jumped from the bed and shut the door. He moaned and sighed as she went to the kitchen to wash her hands and put on the teakettle. She returned to the bedroom ten minutes later with a cup of black cherry tea and a cup of Earl Gray to find him propped against the padded headboard. The duvet covered his legs, and his upper body was wrapped in a gray silk smoking jacket. He smiled at her. "What? No whisky, Jill?" "No. It's bad for you. Drink this." He sighed, took the cup and set it on the nightstand. She walked to the other side of the bed, rucked back the nightclothes and slid in beside him. He stroked her tousled hair while she sipped hot cherries and waited for him to say something. His face was flushed beneath his California tan. She tried not to, but she kept looking at the little tent under the duvet, just beneath his silk-covered waist. "Um, Devlin?" "Yes, dear?" "You ... you're not mad at me, are you?" His eyebrows arched and a quivery jolt shot through her tummy. "Why would I be angry, dearest?" She scowled, turned and set her teacup on the nightstand. The heavy ceramic made a satisfactory clunk on oak veneer. He reached out to stroke her arm but she yanked it away. "Devlin! For crying out loud, say something!" He laughed, leaned over to take her hand in his, then kissed her lips with a soft yet urgent passion. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Starlight burst behind her eyelids and unbidden moisture crept between her thighs. He hugged her and reached down to untie the loose belt at her waist. "You were a very naughty girl, Jilliane Megan." "Don't call me naughty, Devlummm...." She sighed as he shut her mouth with his lips. "But you know how much I love naughty girls, don't you?" "No! You ... you beat them! You beat them on their bare bottoms because you're a s ... say ... sadist oh, God, Devlin!" Jill quivered and clung to his neck as he reached between her thighs to stroke the tiny pearl that burned amid hot, pink petals. She pounded his shoulder and shrieked as he drew her close. "Don't, Jill. Shh. It's all right. I think you envy those girls." "Nooo! No way! You hurt them!" "No I don't. And even if I did, you still envy them." "You're crazy! Let me go." "Hush and listen. You envy them because I pay attention to their sweet little bottoms, don't you?" She panted, huffed and then squealed as his finger found just that spot and caressed it just that way. "Nooo," she whispered, and dug her fingers into his silky back. "Oh, yes. You like bottoms, Jilliane, and you like a man who likes bottoms, and you especially like a man who pays attention to your bottom, don't you?" "But not spanking," she whined. Devlin shook his head. Jill whimpered and fought, not very hard, to keep him from turning her around. She huffed and kicked, but all her strength flowed out between her lower lips and into his finger. He pulled up the back of her robe and pressed his warm stiffness against her hot, moist behind. "No. Not spanking, Jill. Not for you. Spanking is a reward for the other girls. They like it. But not for you. You need something else. Something more your style." "Devlin! What are you going to Oh, my God!" He found that spot with his finger once again and she jerked her hips. His hardness slipped lengthwise between her rear cheeks and she yelped as its heat scalded the tender buttonhole deep within. The quivery shaft pulsed along her cleft. She tried to grab it, to hold it, to control it with her hind cheeks, but it slithered away. "It has tormented you long enough, Jill," he whispered. "Nooo! You can't! Why is it so slippery! Get your finger off myaaieee! Devlin! You ... you can't be serious!" "Shh. Relax, dearest. It's already coated with lots of K-Y, and it's not that much bigger than the douche nozzle." "Are you ... oooowaah! Are you crazy? It's huge!" He smiled, kissed her neck and held tight as new tremors rocked her body when he found that spot and exploited it. "You're very kind, dearest, but I've been in enough communal showers to know where I rank. You can see the door is open, and it's on your side of the bed. Say the word and I'll roll over and drink my tea." "But, Devliiiin! That ... that's not fair! I ... I want you inside me, but...." He switched hands, cupped her moist mound with his right palm, and slid his left middle finger around her firm rear cheek to prod the tight hole beneath his shaft. She gasped and pushed backward. The finger slipped inside her anus almost to the third knuckle. Devlin smiled as he caressed her clitoris with one hand while he stroked her tight, hot rectum with the other. "Do you want me to stop?" "No! Yes! Jesus, Devlin, I can't ... all right! Puh ... put it in, for Christ's sakes!" She panted as she squirmed her upper body forward to offer him her bottom. He took a deep breath and slid his finger from her anus. She gasped when he slicked the fat, purple head down her cleft and nudged it against her rear portal. He grabbed her around the waist with his right arm and she reached back to lift her left cheek. Hot, humid sparks danced and crackled before their eyes as the plump, fiery head squeezed inside her. She screeched at the pain but grabbed tight to his hip when he tried to withdraw. He moaned as the glans popped through the sphincter muscle. Coarse, brittle lightening shot behind his eyes. Waves of stingy heat bathed her bottom, rolled up her breasts and exploded through the top of her head. He gasped and leaned over to kiss her neck. "You OK?" "No," she whimpered. "It hurts." "I'll take it out." "No! I ... I want it! I want to find it!" "That's all I want, too, dearest." Showers of blue, purple and green sparks cascaded through her bottom as visions of her warmest, tingliest, squirmiest enemas flashed past her mind's eye like fiery mustangs corralled in a box canyon. He pushed further in, drew out half an inch, then pressed forward. Liquid lightening shot through his heart and he grabbed her heavy breasts with both hands. Her nipples glowed like meteorites under his thumbs, and fired bolts of blue fire into the herd of crazed horses that stampeded in her head. He eased his hips back and steel-throated banshees screamed in both their ears as he lunged. Two minutes and a thousand years later, the universe was born. Jill shrieked and Devlin groaned the primal explosion. Then, all was silent, except for the tuneless, wordless music that reverberated between their wet, quivery flesh. "Devlin?" "Hm?" "I need a kiss." "Yeah. Me too," he said. They moaned as he slid from between her cheeks. He helped her turn over, and they kissed for a long, long time. Written in collaboration with Devlin O'Neill, author of the recently published erotic novel, "A Maid For All Seasons."