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Spanked Enema
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When I was growing up, there was one punishment worse than a spanking. It was reserved for the pet peeve of my mother – if she heard a bad word come out of any of her children, the culprit was in for an old-fashioned mouth washing. These were a threat until I moved out of the house, when I turned 18.
The last one I received at home was when I was 17. No matter how old or young culprit, the procedure was always the same. It started when I came home from school. Normally, the second I walked in the door, I was on the phone with one of my friends. My mother usually worked until 5pm so I usually had a few hours home alone with my brother and sister.
But this day, my mother came home early and heard me say the F-word to one of my girlfriends over the phone. All she had to do was look at me and I knew what to expect. I immediately hung up the phone and she announced as she had many times before that she needed to ‘see me after dinner in the bathroom’. My heart stopped when I heard those words but I knew that any protest would be meaningless.
I sat quietly through dinner and hardly touched my food. At the conclusion of the meal, Mother again reminded me to meet her in the bathroom when the dishes were cleaned up. My face turned bright red as now my brother and sister knew what was about to happen. I gathered my nerve and walked up to my mother’s bathroom.
There, I found the punishment materials already laid out on the counter. A neatly folded white washcloth sat next to the sink. On it was placed a small bar of soap, like the ones found in hotels and motels. I put the lid down on the toilet and sat down. Tears began to fill my eyes, as all I could do was stare at the counter and the punishment tools.
While it seemed like hours had past (actually more like 15 minutes), my mother walked in the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind her. “Alright Ericka, off with your blouse. No need to get it wet, now, is there?” she asked rhetorically. As I took off my blouse and hung it on a hook, my mother began to run hot water in the sink and slowly peeled the wrapper off the little bar of soap.
As I sat back down on the toilet seat, I began to sob, knowing what was about to take place. I sat mesmerised as my mother wetted the washcloth in the hot water and began to work up a good lather with the small bar of soap. When she was satisfied that the cloth was well prepared, she called me over to the sink. I stood before her, trembling in my bra, with tears running down my face. A very meek ‘no’ rolled past my lips as I watched her pick up the small, gooey bar of soap.
“Open up!” she commanded, as I felt her grab a handful of hair to hold my head still. With her other hand she pushed the tiny bar of soap into my mouth in a well-practiced motion. Instantly, the horrible taste of the soap filled my mouth as more tears rolled down my cheeks. “Now chew it all!” she shouted at me, giving my hair a tug to emphasise her point.
As I chewed the horrible little bar, the terrible taste of the soap intensified. Several times I almost gagged as I chewed the soap up into smaller and smaller pieces. When my Mother was satisfied that the bar had been thoroughly chewed, she picked up the soapy washcloth and began shoving it into my mouth, almost like a gag. The effect greatly intensified the putrid taste of the soap.
“Now start counting slowly, my dear!” she said, and in very muffled tones I started counting from one to 100. As I counted, I drooled bubbles down my cheek and onto my breasts, soaking my bra. I also gagged several times on the horrible taste of the soap but was careful not to lose count. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but my pitiful looks didn’t have any effect on mother.
Finally, I mumbled 100 and she mercifully pulled the washcloth from my mouth. She quickly pushed my head into the sink and told me to spit. That command was hardly needed as, in a very unladylike fashion, I began to spit out as much of the soap as I could. After about two minutes, she pulled my head upward and told me to get my blouse.
Turning, she unlocked the door as the sounds of my brother and sister scurrying down the hall could be clearly heard. Not letting me put my blouse back on, she grabbed me by the arm and escorted me to my room. There she watched as I put on my nightgown and got into bed.
“You may not leave your room until midnight – is that understood?” she said. “Yes mother,” I replied in a very small voice. She turned off the light and closed the door.
I waited for a few minutes, then grabbed the wastebasket and began spitting again, trying to rid my mouth of the horrible taste. The soap coated my teeth and resisted every effort to remove it. I once smuggled a toothbrush in my room but using it only resulted in a huge mouth of bubbles, aggravating the problem and taste. There was no way to avoid swallowing some soap, and my stomach churned and cramped as the soap did its worst.
About 11pm, I finally fell asleep, still tasting soap as I dozed off. It was about 3am when I awoke with a horrible tummy ache. Still half asleep, I ran to the bathroom, where my bowels erupted the minute I sat down from the powerful laxative action of the soap. Before the alarm went off at 6am, I had made several other mad dashes to the toilet.
That morning I dressed and brushed my teeth several times with mint flavored toothpaste in an attempt to remove the still-present taste of soap from my mouth. When I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, my mother walked up and gave me a big hug and kiss and told me how sorry she was for having to punish me. With tears in my eyes, I apologised for using foul language and promised to clean up my act in the future.
To this day, I cannot remember the last time I swore or heard a foul word from my brother or sister. Mother would be proud to see the way we turned out.
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>If you're looking for a good punishment enema recipe,
>fill a two quart pitcher with very hot water and swish
>a bar of Ivory soap in it enough to make the water
>just slightly milky with a little foam on the top.
>
>But don't pour the pitcher into an enema bag.
>Instead, get an old bulb douche syringe, one you don't
>ever want to use for douching again, and give the
>enema with that. The long thick tube is perfect for
>punishment enemas. The first thing the naughty girl
>will feel is the rounded end of the pipe invading her
>rectum, forcing it open and sliding into her and then
>she'll feel the entire length of the long thick tube
>sliding deep into her rear.
>
>The real "fun" starts when you squeeze the bulb and
>she feels six to eight ounces of hot soapy water
>squirting deep into her bowels. Feeling the long
>thick tube forcing itself inside her concentrates her
>attention on her rear and when you squeeze the bulb
>and force the hot enema water into her bowels, you are
>guaranteed to have her undivided attention.
>
>If she's laying across your lap, hold her down with
>your left hand while your right hand squeezes the
>bulb. She's almost guaranteed to try to get away when
>the hot water invades and she'll try to jump right off
>your lap, but once you've squeezed two thirds of the
>bulb full into her, she's usually calmed down enough
>so you can use both hands to empty the bulb.
>
>I usually give my daughters these punishment enemas
>laying across my lap in spanking position. In fact, I
>keep the paddle handy in case the girl has to be
>"persuaded" to cooperate. I put the girls way across
>my lap so their head is on the floor and their toes
>are dangling in the air. This positions their rectum
>so the nozzle is pointing downwards. Another great
>position is on her back with her legs in the air - the
>"diaper position". You can slide the tube in all the
>way and then tilt the rubber bulb upwards so you don't
>squeeze any air into her bowels, which will often make
>it almost impossible to poop the enema out. I keep
>the paddle handy here, too, to assure cooperation.
>
>How much to give depends on the girl, her age and
>other factors, but if you don't put too much Ivory in
>the water, she should be able to take as much as she
>can take from a regular for-health-only bag enema. My
>14 year old is kind of small and can only take a
>little over a quart and a half comfortably, but her 16
>year old sister can easily empty the two quart bag.
>
>I use an old douche bulb that holds eight ounces. If
>you give the girl a bulb full and then remove it and
>squeeze the remainder into a measuring cup, you can
>figure out how much of an enema the girl is getting
>with a typical squeeze. I typically find two ounces
>in the measuring cup, so it's six ounces per bulb
>full. Figure six bulb fulls for a one quart enema and
>a dozen bulb fulls for two quarts.
>
>I usually let the naughty girl poop the first enema
>right into the toilet without waiting - if you put too
>much soap in the water, there won't be much choice
>anyway. If you use clear water for the second enema,
>she should be able to hold it just as long as a
>regular health enema - five or ten minutes, whatever
>is normal for her.
>
>If the two of you have a lot of experience with
>enemas, you can put the paddle to work while she's
>holding it. She has to be comfortable holding large
>enemas, though, or there will be "leakage" problems.
>A butt plug might be useful here, but I've never tried
>one.
>
>If you spank her while she's holding the enema, you're
>finished as soon as she sits on the toilet and you can
>leave, telling her to clean up the equipment when
>she's done. If you can't spank her while she's
>holding, then it's best to give her a good hard
>paddling when she's finished pooping, then tell her to
>clean up the equipment.


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This is a continuation of my posting about my earliest introduction to kinky enema activity under the control of my older sister, Sharon. I left off at the age of 12 or 13 after she had given me my regular Saturday morning enema while allowing my younger sister, Susan, and her friend watch the enema procedure. Susan was allowed to masturbate me to show her friend how to manipulate a male and see an ejaculation. This was embarrassing but it was also something so special I remember it vividly today. After they allowed me to privately expel the enema, I was dismissed and Sharon administered an enema to both Susan and her friend, Paula, because Paula had never had one but was curious to experience one after she saw how it affected me. I was not allowed to participate but I could hear some giggles and the sounds of their enemas being expelled through the closed door. The narrative continues from that time.
The pattern of an enema every Saturday morning continued for many years. Sharon was 17 and my primary nurse, occasionally giving the task to Susan for unusual circumstances. She continued to shave my pubic hair, insisting that my younger sister develop hers before I was allowed to have mine. Susan deviously enjoyed the occasions when she could shave, enema and masturbate me. One evening Susan and I were home alone and knew neither Sharon or my father would return for at least two hours. Sharon came and asked if she could give me an enema right then. I agreed to let her do it as I found the enema experiences more positive than negative. It was embarrassing to be naked in front of my younger sister and submit to an enema from her but that was countered by the sensations of having my anus lubricated, the penetration of the rectal nozzle, the gentle warmth filling my belly and then the feeling of her lotioned hand masturbating my hard cock. I was ready to undress in a moment but Susan said she wanted to call Paula and have her come over again to help. What choice did I have?
Paula arrived in 15 minutes and we soon got down to the business at hand. I went to my bedroom to undress and they went to the bathroom to prepare the enema equipment. My cock was hard by the time I got to my bedroom, much less undressed. It felt silly with it pointed up and out hairless like a child's but ready to spurt like an adult. I entered the bathroom and saw them filling the red bag with soapy water, but something else caught my eye. There was an enormous white bulb syringe that Paula brought from her house. It was larger than any of the douche bulbs available now so I suspect it held 12 to 16 ounces. It had a large, black douche nozzle and a plastic ring at the base so it couldn't be inserted too far. They spread a towel on the counter top and had me lay there. I got up on my side but they made me roll over, cock-side-up. Paula hung the bag on the shower rod and brought the nozzle over to me.
They didn't begin immediately, but played with my penis for a couple moments. Paula said her brother who was my age, had a much thicker one than me and had lots of hair. Susan told her that Sharon kept me hairless so my small penis looked more like a boy's than a teenager's. They got a charge from pushing it around and letting it spring back into place. Eventually they had me pull back my legs and Susan inserted the nozzle into me. They let the water flow and I took the entire bagful. I was full and thought I had taken everything, but Paula picked up the bulb and brought it to my hole. She attempted to stick it in while I was struggling to hold everything back. She didn't get the right spot and pushed. Not painful but I thought it would be in my best interest to help, so I reached down to help guide the nozzle up into me. I closed my eyes knowing I soon would feel her injection.
She pushed the douche nozzle all the way into me until I could feel the plastic ring rest against my anus. By this time I was no longer embarrassed as the pressure in my belly occupied most of my thoughts. Then she squeezed the bulb and I felt a blast of cold water rush in. I expected her to be satisfied with that or to refill the bulb for another shot but she released her hand and let the bulb suck the water back out of me. That done, she repeated the process several times. I was doing my best to hold everything but these additions of nearly a half quart of water to an already full bowel were real tests to retain. I wasn't thinking of the erotic part of things, just straining to hold the waves of fluid and then relishing the brief times that the water was sucked out.
On a particularly hard squeeze, I strained to control my asshole and suddenly I ejaculated without anyone touching my penis at all. It was entirely weird that the internal pumping stimulation and my muscle contractions induced this orgasm. I had to open my eyes to watch the semen shoot out all over my tummy. Then they let me go to the toilet but both of them watched as I let go.
When I was empty, they had me climb back on the counter as Paula wanted to masturbate me. I complied but couldn't cum again despite her persistent hand. Susan decided to stimulate my anus a bit so she inserted the bulb syringe nozzle and moved it in and out of my anus in rhythm with Paula's hand. This produced the orgasm they were looking for. Before I got down , Susan squeezed the bulb and injected the air into me. It felt like I had to fart, so I did. The laughed but I felt much better. We cleaned everything up before anyone else came home and our secret was safe.
Several weeks later a similar situation developed when no one else was home so Susan wanted to give me an enema. I could see that she liked her role controlling me and using me for sexual experimentation so I thought I'd see if I could get some give and take with her. I agreed to let her give me an enema but I would get to give her one first and without Paula. She didn't like this idea at first but she soon gave in. We both were naked and I gave her maybe one quart of water. As she sat on the toilet expelling, she had me kneel on the floor in front of her with my chest on the rim of the bathtub and gave me my soapy treatment. I took the whole bag and then wanted to expel but she wouldn't get off the toilet for me. I struggled to hold it eventually getting in the tub, standing on my tip-toes, anything to try to hold it but I could feel some water leaking out and run down my le
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