Orgasm Therapy, Chapter 10 (finale)

by Pulsar

Thanks for reading. I hope you found this series enjoyable. I had to bring it to a close because of my busy schedule for the moment. For those who replied, thanks for your encouragement and support.

Edith burst into the room and flipped on the light to catch the girls red-handed at the bed-jumping antics. Instantly, the girls fell to their beds as if to appear shocked and terrified. Edith slightly grinned at their mediocre acting as she patted her hand with the hairbrush. "OK, brats!" she said. "I caught you red-handed, so now I'm gonna make you red-bottomed!"

"Noooo, please Edith!" begged Katie. "We'll be good! We promise!"

"Yeah, c'mon Edith," added Ashley.

"Now if your mom was here, she wouldn't let you off," replied Edith. "I have my orders! Now, you're both getting a whuppin' and that's all there is to it. So both of you, assume the position and tell me who goes first."

"I go first," said Katie as she dared to kick her sheet off.

"Nuh-uh, I do," protested Ashley. "You went first da wast time."

"OK!" declared Edith. "Whoever is in position first goes first, and the other has to watch first what they'll be getting!"

With that, Ashley lay across the side of her bed and pulled a pillow under her hand and held it tight. "I'm ready!" she cried.

"OK. Katie, get over here beside her," ordered Edith. And soon, both girls were in position across the side of Ashley's bed. "Now, I believe your mom pulls your panties down, doesn't she?!"

"Nuh-uh," said Ashley as she reached back and pulled up her nightshirt to reveal herself naked from the waist down, "she takes 'em off!"

Another tingling rush raced through Edith's head as she stared at those round pale spankable cheeks Ashley had just bared. Then Katie followed suit. And so, Edith reached in their bags for the beads. She squirted them down with lube and then slowly began to insert them deep into Ashley. The very sensation of them going in caused Katie to moan and writhe on the bed. She reached back with her arms to pull her own buttocks apart to allow for easer insertion. "Ooooh! Aaaah!" she gasped. "Oh-gawd!"

Edith grinned as she worked them into place on her squirming charge, before turning her attention to Katie to repeat the procedure. Edith squeaked as she clenched her bottom tight, before relaxing again. Then, she too reached back to pull her cheeks apart. "Oooh! Oooh Edith..." she gasped.

Soon, both girls were now full of the beads as they lay slowly thrusting down against the bed. Edith approached Ashley and gently slapped her bottom a few times with her hand, before resting the hairbrush on the left buttock. Katie was breathing heavy in anticipation as Edith gave a few taps. "Now, maybe a few tears will teach you," she said. Then, taking a deep breath, she flipped her wrist and spanked that bare bottom. 'SMACK!'

Katie cried out in both pain and pleasure. She endured eight swats, four on each side that turned her pale buttocks to a bright angry red. By the eighth swat, she was whimpering as tears began to roll from her eyes. Yet she humped her bed hard and vigorous.

Edith stood up straight and admired her handiwork. By now, she was so desperate to touch herself she gave her own crotch just one little squeeze assuming the girls could not see it. She feared if this went on any longer, she might cum in her shorts and leave a tell-tale wet stain in her crotch and a drop running down her leg.

But following her glands rather than logic, she reached down to the squirming, moaning Ashley and tugged on the beads. "Ooooh! Oooh-gawd!" gasped Ashley as she humped her bed. In reply, Edith slapped her red bottom with her hand. "Oooooh!" moaned Katie. "That doesn't hurt! Use the brush!" And with a wicked grin, Edith popped her with the brush. "Ooooh! Oooh-gaawwd, yes!" cried Katie.

"So, you like it when it hurts," concluded Edith.

"Y-yes!" gasped Katie over her tears. "It hurts my bottom but makes my naughties feel good! Gi'me a weally hard one!"

And thus Edith swung the brush with a 'WHACK!' "Ooooow!" cried Ashley, yet she humped her bed hard. But after a few more hard spanks, Edith stopped, feeling quite guilty and afraid she might really hurt her. And thus she pulled on the beads. "Ooooh-gaawwd! Ooooh! Oooh Edith, I'm gonna cum!" she cried.

Instantly, Edith dropped the brush and slid her free hand down between Ashley's spread legs and fondled that sopping wet crotch. A few stroked and Katie found her head spinning as she knew there was no going back. And with a finger tickling the opening of her love canal and the beads tickling her bottom, she burst into a noisy explosive orgasm. She hugged her pillow tight as she endured the throbbing orgasm. "Oh... oh Edith," she gasped as she began to calm down. "I've been a bad girl!"

"I can see that," replied Edith with a glowing grin. Then she turned to face Katie. "But you're not the only one!" And thus she gently slapped Katie's bottom before tugging on the beads. "So, are we ready for a few tears?"

"Y... yes, Edith," gasped Katie as she gave the bed a hump. "And I can take a harder spankin' than Ashley!"

"And I... uh... guess you'll do a cummy on the bed too," said Edith as she gently tugged on the beads.

"If you're good!" replied Katie.

"Oh... I'm good alright!" snapped Edith. "Now, let's make a little brat cry!" With that, she smacked that bare bottom with the hairbrush. Katie jolted and shrieked, yet held her position. The spanks landed loudly on her bottom, causing her to flinch, squeal and hump with each impact. Yet by the fifth swat, Katie cried, "Harder!" in spite of her tears.

Edith continued to spank until her bottom was painted with angry red splotches. She paused to gently feel that silky bare flesh that was now very warm to the touch. Katie was crying, yet still humped her bed and squeezed her pillow. And so Edith gently pulled on the beds, causing Katie to moan loudly and squirm about. "Oooh! Oooh-gaawwd!" And soon Edith let her hand wander down to work that wet crotch with her other hand worked the beads. Very quickly, Katie rocked her head back as she knew she was going to burst. Then, her legs kicked about and her mouth fell wide open. "Oh God I'm cumming!" she cried. As the throbbing pulsations consumed her, Edith slowly pulled the beads out.

But after the fact, Edith had to clean them up. Their room now smelled of girl cum and thus she wiped them both down with baby wipes and tissues. She put them back into bed and turned out the light. "Well, now that you've both had a good spanking and a good cummy, maybe you'll get some sleep!" And with that, she turned out the light.

Once the girls lay in darkness, they wiped the remaining tears from their eyes and rubbed their pleasingly sore bottoms that felt as if they were glowing in the dark. But finally, Katie broke the silence. "Well, that was easy," she said. "But I thought she would spank harder."

"I guess she didn't want to hurt us," said Ashley.

"So now, it's time for 'step 2.'" With that, Katie quietly stepped out of bed and retrieved a plastic bottle from under her bed. "I remembered it!"

"You think this will work?" asked Ashley.

"Sure it will," assured Katie as she held fast to the bottle. "We'll give her a few minutes to think we've actually gone to sleep and then it's phase 2 of 'Operation: Rape the Babysitter!'"

Edith once again reclined on the couch in the dark as the TV provided the only light. The volume was down low for the first big shootout with the 'Terminator,' yet at this point, her hand was down deep into her little skimpy gym shorts, giving herself the much-needed pleasure she now hungered for after spanking those two luscious bare bottoms and bringing them off. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier as she stroked herself faster and faster.

But suddenly, she was startled when two screeching girls leapt from the darkness and onto the couch right on top of her. "Edith! You're

horny!" cried Katie.

Poor Edith blushed a crimson red, having been caught in the act by her two pre-teen charges. "You were wubbing yourself!" added Ashley.

"I... I was NOT!" protested Edith, "I... I dropped a cookie and..."

"And the cookie fehw wite into you shorts?" said Ashley with a wicked grin.

"Look... I thought you brats learned your lesson..." cried a chagrined Edith.

But Ashley straddled Edith's abdomen, holding her down. Yet she began to tug on her tee to force it up to bare her breasts. Fortunately for her, Edith had shed her bra in order to sleep on the couch should Mrs. Ellison arrive very late.

"You have nice boobs!" cried Ashley. "I hope I get nice boobs one day!"

"If... you live that long, brat..." gasped Edith as she struggled to break free. Yet she could not fight against the seventy-pounds on her stomach.

Suddenly, Ashley took the bottle that had been hidden under the bed. She popped the lid and began to pour chocolate syrup on Edith's breath. "I wuv choco-wut!" she said. Then, she shifted about and slowly began to lick the syrup from those sensitive swollen areolas.

"S... stop... don't..." stammered Edith as she felt that small but skilled touch lick the syrup from all round. "Oh.... Ooooh gaawwwd!" she gasped as she lost her will to fight. Meanwhile, Katie struggled to work the gym shorts loose. Against her weight on the floor, they hardly budged. But finally, she had them down to mid-thigh, both shorts and panties in one wad. "Hey... what are you little... pedo-whores doing?" gasped Edith. Yet she had little fight left when she felt them slide over her knees and then off the end of her feet. Once again, she felt a squirt of chocolate syrup, but this time, it was slowly oozing into her swollen crotch. "Oooh-gawd! Oooooh-gaaaawwd you naughty pervettes!" What willpower she had left completely wilted when she felt Katie's tongue gently working around, lapping up the syrup. "Ooooh! Aaaaah! Oooh-gaawwd! Oooh-yeeessss!"

"Mmmmm, I love chocolate too!" said Katie between licks. "I think you like this!"

"Oh-gawd-yes!" cried Edith as her eyes closed. "Ooooh-geeeze I...." Her breaths grew so heavy and fast, she could hardly talk. She just squirmed the best she could with the weight of Ashley's chest on her abdomen as she felt the tongues on both her bud and her breasts.

The treatment did not take long to bring her to the brink. "C'mon, Edith! Cum!" said Ashley, before resuming her licking of the syrup.

"Oh yes! Fuck me hard you little bitches!" Edith cried in a moments of deep passion. And soon, she had passed the point of no return. She felt herself grow dizzy as that warm flush came over her body. And two seconds later, she burst! "Aaaaaaah!" she shrieked, before the throbbing orgasm froze her vocal chords. She beat her fists on the floor as the orgasm consumed her whole body, causing her to thrash about. Ashley finally fell off from the force of Edith's spasms.

And after the orgasm had lingered longer than any other she could recall, Edith passed out right on the floor. Only incoherent moans passed through her lips as she lay drawing in deep breaths, desperate for air. "Edith? Edith!" cried Katie. "Wake up!"

Ashley gasped. "We killed her!"

"We did not! She's breathing! She's fine!"

"I just hope her big bwother the shewiff doesn't put us in jail for wape!"

"I doubt she'll tell him about this," assured Katie.

Finally, Edith stirred. As she sat up and shook her head, she wondered for a split-second it if was all a dream or not. But when she realized she had no shorts or panties on, the verdict was in. "Oooooh gaaawwd!" she said with a sigh. "It's big bro's wedding night and... well he's not the only one who got laid!"

Katie giggled. "You liked it! I knew you'd like it. After all, you're gay!"

Edith pouted. "I am NOT gay!" she protested. And thus she stood up clad only in her tee shirt.

"Aaawww, and we were hoping you'd babysit us again... and again," said Ashley. "And when Miz Mommy is gone, you'd give us our spankin' and such."

"Yeah, and then we'd make you cum!" added Katie.

Edith gasped. "Well... I mean, if your mom has to be gone then, well... I just couldn't NOT help her, y'know."

Sometime within the darkness of night, Mrs. Ellison stumbled through her door and into her home. She had just slightly too much to drink and thus had been driven home by a friend. She held her head as she made way for the kitchen in the darkness to have one glass of water. "Edith?" she called out into the darkness. "Edith? I'm... I'm home." Yet their came no answer. Even with all the lights out, she could see that the living room couches held no sleeping body. And so, she staggered back to her bedroom and into the master bath to rinse with mouthwash and to drain her bladder. She shed her skirt and jacket, content to sleep in just her shirt and panties. "Edith?" she called out again into the darkness. She looked over at the glowing digital clock, which read '5:15am.' "Geeze, never again," she muttered to herself. She then turned on the small lamp by her beside.

Yet when even the dim glow stabbed her eyes, the light revealed three persons in her bed. There lay Edith, flanked by both girls. All three were snuggled and sleeping very deeply. "Edith?" gasped Mrs. Ellison. "Well... I see you er... administered their therapy." With that, she stepped back, thinking it a shame to wake them. "You owe for this," she whispered. "Perhaps you owe me a piece of that cute tomboy ass!" And so she stumbled away to sleep off her buzz on the couch.

The next morning, Edith rapidly slid on her shorts before looking at her morning face in the mirror. "Eeew! You look hideous," she mumbled to her reflection. "So what, I got some!" Then, she quickly ran some water over her cheeks and attempted to comb her boyish hair with her fingers. Yet she looked at herself in the mirror again. "Edith... you are sooooo gay!" she mumbled.

And so, the very facts of the cases of Katie and Ashley proved conclusively that orgasm therapy really worked. But naturally, Mrs. Ellison had to keep up some 'home treatments' for a while just as Dr. Lambert had prescribed. Katie and Ashley returned to school and resumed a childhood they could call their own. Ashley stayed with Mrs. Ellison until after Christmas. Then, custody was remanded to Nurse Rachael, the new woman in her life whom she would call 'Mommy.' However, she always kept in touch with Katie like a sister... and a little more. As for Edith, she was oft called upon to sit for them both. And as expected, their nights together could be a little wet.

As for Dr. Lambert, she eventually resigned her post after submitting a detailed documentary proof of the benefits of therapeutic orgasms, a document she had been working on since high school. She decided to find a little more action by being a private detective, using her psychiatric prowess to hunt down some rather notorious criminals, always one step ahead of them. But she did not go out alone. She bought a cheep old limousine from a salvage yard and employed Edgar's tinkering skills to restore it to it's former glory with a new engine and transmission as it sat in her driveway. And thus he was her faithful business partner who would assist in appending some rather notorious brutes. He would drive the limo in his back suit and tie, his Glock pistol nicely concealed within his blazer and handcuffs on his belt. At her word, he'd plop the magnetic police light on top of the limo and speed down the road with siren blaring. As such it turned out to be a rather successful enterprise as the team of shrink and ex-Navy diver would always catch the fiend. Now it was quite a dangerous job for a married man, yet no criminal proved quite as dangerous as a hammerhead shark.

Yet Dr. Lambert did not give up therapy entirely. She still provided care for some of her more established patients, sometimes in the back seat of the limo!