Maggie continues spanking me (Jim), knowing he secretly enjoys it, but she doesn't tell him that she knows ...
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly tell him what I want.
POOF!
Up the next morning...
I said to her, "Honey ... my butt hole really hurts ...may I ...take the plug out ..please?"
She looked at me evenly, and said, "Yeah okay."
We dressed and went out to run errands.
Home... groceries in.
She said, "Strip and stand in your spot, I'll take care of these."
I stripped to briefs and stood by the door.
After a bit, the doorbell rang.
Maggie went to it.
"Hello, Cassie, thanks for coming over. You can take Jim to the spare bedroom.... Jim, Cassie is a registered nurse. I asked her to come over to look into your anal pain."
I followed Cassie to the spare room.
"Strip and get on the bed, hands and knees."
I did and ...
"Now, lets see how this works..."
"Now, lay flat, on your belly..."
She probed my anus with a gloved finger for quite a while.
"Now on your back, legs up."
And she inserted a rectal thermometer.
Maggie came in. "How has he been?"
"Well, okay I guess."
"Just okay? Use this."
Maggie handed her a wooden spoon and
and I was soon sobbing.
"Okay, so, his scrotum is a bit full."
"Can you take care of it?"
"Sure...'
And soon...
as I gasped and moaned.
Finished, she said, "His rectum is a bit sore. Jim, are you lubing the plug before you insert it?"
"Uh, no, ma'am," I said.
"Well, there you go. So Maggie, don't have him plug for oh 48 hours, then emphasize the need for lube before he does insert a plug."'
"Okay, thanks."
"Okay, gotta go."
"Thanks for coming over."
She left.
I did and
"Okay, get your briefs on and come into the kitchen."
I did and we put together dinner, and we ate, and I cleaned up the kitchen.
Once I was done, she came into the kitchen, holding her big brush, and pulled up a chair.
"Briefs off, over my lap."
I bent over her lap and
I stood ...and stood and stood.
The alarm went off.
I turned around.
Maggie had gone to bed.
To Be Continued in "Maggie and Jim 4th Sunday"
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