A Tale of Woe, Ep. 105, Addendum
Elena rolled over on the bed, and lay flat on her stomach, face down in the pillow.
"Do it", she said dejectedly.
Reluctantly, tentatively, Jen untied the back of her gown, exposing yet again her smooth, round, bare buttocks. Jen had done this to Elena every day since she was re-classified as a "Special Project". Jen was getting used to this sight.
Jen delivered a half-hearted, tender smack to Elena's firm rear end. The sound echoed in the empty room. Jen felt ridiculous. It was one thing do this to younger patients, like Claire, whom the old Jen had felt a natural sense of dominance over. But Elena was slightly older than Jen, she felt like a peer. Spanking this woman made Jen uncomfortable, like she was inverting the natural order.
The old Jen would have relished this inversion. The new Jen wished she could avoid it.
"You're going to get yourself in trouble", said Elena, turning her head so she could talk without being muffled by the pillow. "Do it like you're supposed to, sweetie, I can take it"
Jen smacked her harder. Not as hard as she would have spanked a patient before, just harder than the first one. Elena said nothing. Jen continued, spanking her firmly but carefully, gradually scaling up the force used to match Elena's ability to withstand it.
Elena let out a nearly inaudible squeak, a slight indication not of pain per-se but just that she was feeling it, and Jen knew this was hard enough.
A few more for good measure, and it was done.
"Ohh.. Jenny", Elena half-moaned. "Yes, I am ok"
Now for the usual routine: rectal temperature, three suppositories. Jen had, again, been doing this to her every day now, for weeks. And every day, Elena had moaned, clearly sexually aroused, as the suppositories went in.
This time, Elena was already aroused from the spanking before the thermometer went in. Jen could smell it. As Jen was inserting the final suppository, Elena gasped, and whispered, "Oh Jenny.. Please.. I...", unwilling to say what she was feeling but very obvious to Jen what it was.
After the suppositories had melted, Jen was about to close up the back of Elena's gown when Elena started moving slightly. Moving her butt up and down. Grinding. Jen realized Elena's hand was under her, between her pussy and the bed, and Elena was grinding herself against it. She was masturbating.
Jen turned to go, to leave Elena to privacy for this. Jen had assumed Elena had been doing after she left the room, as these patients often did.
"Stay, Jenny, stay", whispered Elena.
Jen remained silently in the room. Trying not to watch, but watching anyway.
"Help me, Jenny", whispered Elena.
"I can't, Elena. It's not my job, this is something you have to do yourself"
Jen was not just being cautious, the chart actually said, if Elena was to do this, Jen was not allowed to help. Whoever wrote it knew this was going to happen, Jen thought.
"Oh...", Elena moaned, "please touch me at least! Can you do that?"
Silently, Jen placed her hand on Elena's back. Skin to skin, as Jen had already removed her gloves and Elena's whole back was exposed by her open gown. She kept her hand there as Elena continued to move up and down.
Without saying anything, Elena grabbed Jen's hand and moved it. To her butt. Jen's hand, warm and sweaty, was now sitting still on Elena's bare bottom. Elena resumed her slow, soft, silent ritual.
Jen gave her hand the slightest twitch. Just a tiny flick of the fingers, the lightest possible ghost of a pat on the bottom.
"AHHHHHH! Ahhh... ahhh.....", Elena trailed off into orgasm moans, a long slow refrain that Jen head had many times from other patients, but never this honest, never this willing.
This is what I wanted from them, Jen said to herself, this is how I wanted them all to act. I finally have it. But now I can't do anything. How, how am I supposed to do this?
When Elena became still, Jen covered her with a blanket and quietly left the room. Neither said another word.
