Ten Days Naked in the Lab, Part 2

by Pulsar

This is the next chapter. Please read Part 1 first to understand the context and setting of this rather bizarre tale.

I sat in that lounge after my second session like a zombie, staring at the TV. My tummy felt a little cramped and my legs were still a little wobbly from that strange but wonderful feeling I had just had when I wet all over the bench. And I felt a little uneasy about the blue band on my wrist. But then again, I kept glancing over at Jessica. The sight of her own blue bracelet sent chills through my body!

But I tried not to stare. My eyes quickly fell on a girl on the couch with a book who also had a blue bracelet, along with a boy nearby with a small, hand-held electronic game who sported a tell-tale blue bracelet as well!

But after a while, they led us all out of the lounge into the small cafeteria for lunch. And it was pretty good-- corndogs and fries! And we could go back for seconds if we wanted. And after that, they had us all go to the bathroom, kinda like when we were in school. Then, they lead us all back to the lounge, only to call out about twenty names. I wasn't called yet.

And so I must have sat in the lounge for a while. A few kids were brought back, and a few others called out. But eventually, another GA opened the door with clipboard in hand and called, "Angie?"

Suddenly, I jolted at the unexpected call.

"Oh, yeah! I'm Angie!"

"Come this way please," she said with a slight smile. Once we stepped into the hall, she took an interest in my blue bracelet, but said nothing to me about it. We went into another lab room that still looked the same as the rest. "How are we feeling right now?" she asked as she too scribbled some notes.

"Oooh," I shrugged. "Fine, I guess."

"Good! Now if you'll get onto the bench for me please, usual position," she said as she glanced at the clipboard. As I took my place again, my tingling clitty already began to swell as I hoped I'd get my temperature taken yet again. So far, it seemed that's what they do best! I was excited and scared, wondering if the rest would be bad. "So, I see you're ten years old?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied as I peaked back to see if she would reach for the thermometer again.

"Just rest your head sideways on the pad, ether way," she quickly said, hardly looking up from the clipboard. Then once again my wrist got strapped to the machine. And so I lied there with my little clit half-hard, wondering what would happen next. "I'm going to look over our information for a few moments, honey, so just relax."

I waited for what seemed like a long time. Then once again, I felt her fingers on my back like before. She moved her fingers down my back all the way to my bare butt again and gently pushed in on each buttock. As she did this, she reminded me of the 'truth' rule, and if we really cooperated, we'd get some nice desserts later on. And she also said that we weren't really supposed to talk unless we were asked a question. She asked the questions again about how I feel and if it hurts anywhere and such. "Now, I'm looking at the information here. I see your mom had reported she used spanking as a means of discipline. Is that true?"

"Uhhh, yeah," I mumbled. "Sometimes."

"How often would it make you cry?"

"Oh… maybe half the times, or… I guess a little more that half the times, when she'd spank really hard!"

"OK," she replied as she wrote on the clipboard. "Now for the most part, I just need you to take a few deep breaths for me and relax." Then, I heard her open a drawer and then walk to me again. "Now just keep holding onto the handles, please," she said.

And so I continued to hold tight to the rubber grips of the handles as I waited for something to happen. "Are you gonna take my temperature?" I muttered.

"Just lie still," she replied. "This'll be a little different." And suddenly, I felt her hand as it began to rub my bottom. I began to get a little nervous, but tingly at the same time. I squeezed my butt cheeks together as she rubbed, for once again, it was sending a slight chill up my spine. I got a few pats in between the rubs as she began to gently squeeze my bottom. As my privates began to get warm, I then felt her finger lightly and quickly draw a line up my crack. "OOooh!" I cried as I jolted on the bench.

"That tickle?" she asked.

"Oh God yesssss!" I cried out.

"OK. Now try to hold still; I'm gonna do it again!" Before I could even think of a reply, the tickling sensation raced up my crack again.

"Ooooh!" I moaned as I hugged the bench tightly, forcing my throbbing cunny to rub hard against the padding. I began to pant as I thrust my pelvis back and forth. But on the 'out' stroke when my bare bottom was sticking way out, she did it to me again, right up the crack! "Ooooh! (-gasp-) Ohhh!"

"Now, how'd that feel?" she asked.

"Oooh… it felt good!" I finally confessed as I continued to rock back and forth against the bench.

"Good, OK! Glad you're being honest," she said. "Try to keep your hands on the grips!" And so I squeezed the handles and rested my head on the padding. I took a few deep breaths as I felt just the lightest touch on my crack, right on my bum-hole. Then, it grew a little more tingly. I felt her making circles around my hole and then making tickling motions.

"Ooooh!" I mumbled. But then, it stopped. For the next few seconds, I felt nothing but the cool air blowing just barely over my bare bottom. But then, I heard the 'pop' of the lid off the Vaseline jar. I gripped the handles tight in anticipation as I lied there waiting. A few silent seconds later, I once again felt that gentle touch on my bum-hole. I bit my lip and curled my toes as I felt a little circular motion by that slippery finger. Then… I felt go in, just barely. But then came a wiggly sensation. "Aaaah!" I cried with a gasp.

But then, I felt her finger go in a little further, making gentle wiggling motions. I gasped and moaned as I hugged the bench tight. Once again, I realized I was leaving some wetness on the paper. But nearly ten seconds later, her finger slowly slid back out, yet my bottom-hole still tingled from the tickling.

And so I sat there for a few more seconds until I felt something different. Suddenly, I felt a cold flat piece of smooth wood gently touch my bottom. "Just take a few deep breaths," coaxed my GA as I felt a few light taps, before giving each of my bare buns some gentle rubs in a circular motion. But then, she gave me what felt like a practice swat. It slapped my left buttock gently and I could feel my bottom jiggling. Yet right after, she rubbed the paddle around the spot she had just swatted. Then, she lightly swatted my right and then rubbed. She gave me several more soft swats in a row like a slow drum beat, alternating sides.

"Does this hurt at all?" she asked.

"No," I nervously answered.

And so she started to swat a little harder, kind of like when you swat a mosquito on your arm or leg. She did this five or six times before asking, "How about this?"

"No, doesn't hurt."

"Just remember to be truthful. If we think you're lying, just remember who's got the paddle and who's got the bare bottom," she said as she continued to swat with the soft spanks.

"No really, it doesn't hurt. I promise!" I said.

"OK," she answered. "Just try to relax! This might sting a little!" Then, the spanks got a little harder again. This time, there was a sting as she had warned. I tightened my bottom at first but relaxed a little when I realized this was far from the spankings Mom and the babysitters used to give me. She must have given me eight of these spanks which were a little harder than my friends and I would give each other when playing school. Still, my cunny remained wet and tingly as I humped the bench like before. Then, she finally asked, "How much does this hurt?"

"It stings a little, but… it's not bad! It actually… uh…" I ran out of words.

"Actually what?" asked the lab-lady.

"Well it feels… uh… It feels… feels kinda good," I admitted.

"You like the way this stings?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"OK," she said. Suddenly, the spanking stopped. Then there came that chilling feeling of her finger drawing quickly up my crack again!

"Ooooh!" I cried out as I jolted. I felt her finger tickling my hole again for a few moments, before several more up-and-down caresses in my crack. "Aaaah-oooh," I shrieked as I humped against the bench.

But then, I felt the paddle tap my bottom again. After a few rubs, there came another swat. Once again, she went back and forth between the right side and the left, spanking just hard enough to leave a mild sting with each smack of the paddle. I'd get about six spanks before she would stop to rub my bottom with the paddle in the circular motions, before they'd start again. But after several of these, she'd stop and tickle my crack and hole again, as if giving me a break from the spanking.

"Is your bottom sore?" she suddenly asked.

"Mmmm, sort'a," I said.

"'Sort'a?' OK," she said. "Now, if you were to keep getting spanked like this, do you think it would make you cry?"

"Oh, probably not! It doesn't hurt enough."

"I see," she said. Suddenly, I felt her finger tickle my crack once more, causing me to gasp again with a, "Ssssss!"

"So… do you like this?" she then asked.

"Mmmm… yeah," I softly mumbled rather embarrassed.

"Huh? I didn't understand you."

"Yeah…I like it," I mumbled a little louder, just loud enough to be understood.

"OK…" she replied as once again, I felt her finger slowly drag its way up my crack. "Now, you can stop the spanking now if you want. But if you hold still a little longer, it's going to sting a little more! Would you take the harder spanking if you got more tickling at the end?" she asked.

My mouth trembled because I didn't know what to say at first. But only a few seconds later, I mumbled, "OK."

"OK, what?" asked the GA.

"OK uh… gi'me the harder spankin'." I said with a trembling voice.

And with that, I felt one last quick tickle down my crack before that hard wood came to rest across my bottom. I felt a few more light taps in preparation, along with those circle rubs.

"OK now, this is gonna sting!"

And so I tightened my buns up real tight as I nervously waited while she patted my bottom. But a few seconds later, I got a hard swat! *Smack!* It hurt! "Oooow!" I cried out. But it was still nothing like I get from Mom. Three or four seconds passed before she spanked me again. Smack! "Oooow!" I yelped again, even though I tried not to. She swatted me six times. They hurt like she said, but I noticed my little clitty was still hard. After the sixth swat, she rested the paddle against my bottom and rubbed gently. "Do these spanks hurt," she said as she rubbed.

"Yeah," I said with my teeth held tight together.

"How bad?" she asked.

"It hurts more than before," I answered.

"Do you feel like crying?" he asked.

"No… not yet," I said

"And would a spanking like this make you cry if you got six more?" she asked.

"No… I don't think," I said.

She continued to rub a few more times, before giving the warning taps as she prepared to spank again. "OK, this is gonna hurt some!" she warned. Then, she spanked me again six more times. "Ooow," I said after each swat as I humped the bench. My bottom felt hot but my clit still remained very hard. Once again, she rubbed my bottom with the paddle and did that thing with her finger. This time, her finger slid farther in still! I felt it rubbing deep inside of me. I squeezed the handles on the bench as I humped. I tried not to moan but I couldn't help it.

"Does it hurt when I do this ?" she asked.

"No," I said.

"How does it feel."

"It tickles," I admitted as I slowly humped the bench.

"Does it tickle like the thermometer?"

"No, it tickles more," I answered. Then she twisted her finger, rolling it from side to side, sliding it in and out. "Mmmm, aaaaah," I moaned.

"Do you like the way this feels?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said as I breathed heavy. "It feels real good!"

"Do you want me to keep doing this?"

"Oh yes! Keep doing it!" I cried out as I humped the bench, now not only back and forth, but from side to side as well. I felt her finger deep inside me. It seemed to rub against something that felt real nice. I didn't know I could feel this way, and I didn't care why at this point. And so I continued to hump a little longer until I realized I was about to wet again. "Oooh! Oooh!" I cried out. "Keep doing it! Keep doing it!" I guess it was only a few seconds later when I felt dizzy again, just before I felt the explosion. My head spun and my whole body flushed in a tingling sensation as I felt my little cunny burst and throb! I felt it up in my stomach even as I burst. And so once again, I wet on the bench in small, pulsating spurts. I could hardly breathe as my body shook all over. And once the throbbing died down, the sensation became too much to bear. "OK, stop! Take it out!" I begged. "I… I wet again!" I confessed.

And so she pulled her finger out. I just lay there once again, relaxed, out of breath, and embarrassed. My bottom hurt, but I didn't care. I was afraid I might fall asleep, I was so drained.

"Very well, you may get up from the bench," she said as she made more notes on her clipboard. You did very well and I'll see you get your extra privileges." After that, she changed the paper on the bench.

Even though it was no big deal to her, I was still embarrassed. I could feel a tiny drop running down the inside of my leg. "I… uh… need a tissue," said. And thus she casually handed me a sheet so I could wipe myself off.

And so the GA led me back to the lounge. On the way, I rubbed my sore bottom and wondered what all the other kids would think when they saw how red it was. But when I went back into the lounge, every kid in there whose bottom I could see was in various shades red as well. I guess we were getting pretty much the same thing. And so we all waited in there watching TV, each of minding our own business waiting to be called to the cafeteria for dinner. But not long before supper, they brought in Jessica. She seemed uneasy, and never looked at anyone. But as she walked by, I saw some hot pink splotches on her cute little bare bottom. Once again, my little clit got stiff just looking at it. I wished so much I could have seen her get her spanking! But on the other hand, I was rather scared for her. She was soooo young looking with her somewhat baby face. I was wondering if she cried. I felt rather sad for her. I kinda wished she weren't hear because she looked to small to handle the spankings. But on the other hand, she was so cute, I was glad to get to see her naked body!

At supper time, I fought my shyness real hard to sit close to her. I ended up almost across from her at the table. About ten GA's paced about the room as we ate the pizza. I noticed her twitching in her seat but her eyes showed no signs of any crying. Considering what we'd been through, we didn't talk much. I wanted to ask her all about her last session, but I had promised to obey the rules of keeping it private. But I still had my imagination. And as I tried to picture her on the bench with her little round bottom out… Oh! I realized if I were not careful, I was going to leave a wet spot on the plastic school chair I was sitting in. It didn't help that the soft lingering tingle from the sting against the hard plastic felt rather good as well.

But as we all sat there eating, I dared to ask her, "You feel OK?"

She looked up as if she were about to stick out her tongue at me. "Well… yeah," she said softly. "Why?"

"Just wondering," I mumbled. Soon, the girl next to me got up to dump her plate, so I scooted over. I leaned forward that none other than her would hear. "Do you like it here?" I whispered. But she gave me a look, half-angry, half-embarrassed. Then, she only shrugged before taking another bit of pizza. Apparently, she was not talking about it. I guess I don't blame her. But I was trying to be nice and she could have been a little bit nicer back.

But as soon as she finished her bit, she looked up at me again. "We're not supposed to talk too much," she said just barely above a whisper. "You better be careful or they might give you a really-really hard spanking!"

And not having anything to say back to her, I only smiled. I guess it was good that she cared enough to warn me. I began to wonder if they'd spank us for talking too much. But at this point, I didn't want to find out. And so we both finished our supper.

When bedtime came for most, They let about twelve of us go into the lounge for a movie because we let them spank us kinda hard. To my surprise, Jessica was among us. So a few GA's went in there too and turned the lights off as the put a movie on in the VCR. Once I realized it was some Disney flick, I almost figured it wasn't worth it. But as we all sat naked in the dark on the soft carpet, I slowly scooted over near Jessica. She seemed to be dozing off anyway, being that it was late. But I leaned over to whisper to her. "Don't you just hate the way they keep taking your temperature?" I asked quietly , hoping to at least get some kind of reaction out of her.

"Shhh," she said at first. "Don't get us into trouble," she whispered.

"Just asking," I whispered back.

A few seconds passed, before she leaned over to me. "Well… I kind'a like it," she whispered. "It feels good!"

"Oh," I quietly mumbled.

"Now, go away! I wanna watch the TV!" whispered Jessica. I knew I was now smiling rather big, yet in the darkness nobody knew. I felt another warm glow as I realized just what Jessica was made of! And suddenly I realized that I was leaving a small wet spot on the carpet. But I knew it would probably have to wait for tomorrow before I could truly 'wet' again for real!