Unbelievable as it may seem, this is not just an animal response to escape unpleasant stimuli – and possible bodily harm. Competing with this basic instinct is all that capped-volcanic erotic excess always swelling and churning within me. If fantasizing about Dr. Turner beating me was so wildly arousing all week, the reality makes me feel like I might actually burst out of that steel sleeve and even the contemptible old me!
The searing agony is so sensationally gratifying to my convictions of inferiority that I actually raise my widely-spread hindquarters to encourage further justice.
Trembling all over and frantically biting back exultant-excruciated screams, only a dozen or so almost orgasmic blows are needed to open me to the required receptivity. When Dr. Turner begins injecting ques
