Erotic Enema and Spanking Stories
I've enclosed the latest chapter in the Adventures of Nurse Genenvive-America's #1 E-Nurse! This is a "must read" for your patients'end of summer reading list.
Thank you "M"
Summer has come to LBI, and the beaches are filled with fun loving families. As she looked out the window from her new condo on the beach, Nurse Genevieve could see the sun rising over the sea and smell the e fresh sea air and feel the pleasant wind on her face.
As she was one of the first to purchase a unit in the new 55+ community, she was able to secure an excellent corner unit that allowed her to watch the sun rise at one end of her balcony and enjoy its setting at the other end in complete privacy. As she sat there watching the sun rise over the glittering ocean, Nurse Genevieve rocked gently in her rocking chair, and lifting her face to the sun, opened the front of her robe to gather the warmth of the sun. Beneath her robe she was wearing a pretty white nylon bra and panty ensemble; today was Vanity Fair day, consisting of a flowered top of the bra and solid nylon below, symmetrically separated by a single seam that crossed her nipples and full cut briefs with a small patch of lace on either side of her hips.
With her eyes closed, Nurse Genevieve reached down her panties, into her love garden until she rested on her clitoral button, which instantly stiffened to her soft touch. She began to stimulate herself, and soon felt the warm feminine secretions begin to envelope her fingers. Within a minute or so she began to feel the electricity floating through her body as she supplemented the stimulation with a mutual stimulation of her left tit, whose nipple snapped to attention under the simultaneous stimulation. Ummmmm, Ummmmm, she moaned, before exploding into a creshendowing orgasm from the stimulating onslaught. OhhhhOHHH!! She gasped, before collapsing in her chair. “Oh, Gennie”, she smiled as she laid back and enjoyed the joint pleasure of warm sun, and warm sensation floating through her body. “You haven’t lost your touch old girl”. After a few more minutes she pulled her hand from her panties, leaving a small wet stain on her panties at the “scene of the crime”. Nurse Genevieve cleaned herself up, dressed in her white uniform and nurse’s cap and left to begin her day at the Sunnyside Clinic.
She was having a very easy day with only two appointments with two regulars. The first was with Antoinette, known as Toni, a petite and very pretty young lady with short cropped black hair and large firm tits. Toni was very athletic and thin, and worked as an attorney with a large, well known law firm in the County. Toni always seemed to be working, and like a lot of professionals, didn’t seem to have the time to take very good care of her personal business, frequently going several days without doing BM, resulting in severe constipation. Today was no different.
Toni stripped off all her clothes and draped herself across Nurse Genevieve’s lap where following a thorough rectal exam; she received a Fleet mineral oil enema to loosen the impaction. She lay across Nurse’s lap for 10 minutes holding it in while Nurse Genevieve massaged her back and Heine to keep her calm, before letting her up to expel the initial round of “nastiness”. This was followed by two, two quart soap sudsenemas administered on the examining table utilizing the double bulb enema nozzle (Toni’s favorite). The last part of the session was a full body massage by Nurse Genevieve, back and front, climaxing in a discreet, and very “happy ending” under the fluffy towel. “Ohhh, Nurse Genevieve, Nobody does it better!”). “I’m glad you enjoyed it dear, now time for you to cleanup and get back to work-you have clients to bill”. Toni got dressed quickly, and after giving the Nurse a warm hug and kiss was out the door.
Her second patient Mickel was also a regular who seemed to have the same problem. Mickel was a middle aged executive who was always flying around the word on business, and never seemed to be find time to take care of his personal business , resulting in, (you guessed it) severe constipation. He frequently blamed it on the different time zones, but Nurse Genevieve knew differently, and surmised that Mickel secretly enjoyed “enema time with the Nurse”. Mikel’s treatment consisted of a thermometer check across her lap, followed by a sound spanking for being such a “naughty boy” and holding back BM. This was followed by the administration of a four quart enemathat cleaned him out thoroughly. At the end of the session, Nurse Genevieve would administer a thorough rectal exam to see if he was clear. This would include the Nurse rubbing Mikel’s prostate, causing him to experience a hard erection across her lap. Hearing his hard breathing, Nurse Genevieve increased the stimulation, causing Mickel to begin rocking back and forth across her lap. “Thaatts a good boy; just enjoy this…..” ohhhOHHHH! shuttered Mickel as he exploded in her lap. (Nurse Genevieve always wore a disposable plastic apron when working on Mickel). “Well, Mickel, your prostate certainly works OK”. “I’m sorry Nurse, it was an accident” he said with a sheepish smile. “But it felt so good!”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it dear, now relax a few moments while I clean you up and get you on your way”. After he finished dressing, Nurse Genevieve asked him-“where are you off to next?” “Tokyo-day after tomorrow”. “Well, I’ve been to Tokyo with my late husband, and I know for a fact they have wonderful bathrooms in the hotels.” You better make time to take care of your personal business, or you’ll be right back here when you return”, punctuating her comment with a sly smile and devilish wink. “Yes M’AM!!”
It was around two o’clock in the afternoon and Nurse Genevieve was sitting on her phone rang. “Sunnyside Health Clinic; Nurse Genevieve speaking” “Good afternoon, Nurse Genevieve, this is Captain Elsa Johansson from the Adams Street detention center”. “Hello, Captain-how may I help you?” “We’ve taken a young woman into custody, who was in the local jewelry store and the security camera caught her stealing some expensive diamond earrings by swallowing them! “Oh dear! That’s a new one on me! How can I be of assistance?” “Well, we have her handcuffed to a porto-john; we gave a laxative to make her go to the bathroom, but so far we haven’t been able to get satisfactory results. Our in-house nurse suggested I call you, indicating that you are an expert in “speeding up the bowel movement process”. Do you think you can help us?” “I would be happy to Captain; I think a high colonic enema or two should do the trick”. “Excellent, how soon can you get here?” “Oh, I would say a half hour would be sufficient to put my enema kit together” “Good, I’ll send an unmarked car over to pick you up”
On schedule, the car came by and delivered Nurse Genevieve to the rear entrance of the lockup, where she was met by Sgt. Tonya Smith, a very attractive African-American female officer with dazzling white teeth and a beautiful smile. “Good afternoon Nurse Genevieve, my name is Sgt. Smith; Captain Johansson asked me to take you to the prisoner and then to her office after you are finished” “Hello Sgt., a pleasure to meet you; and I prefer to call her a “patient”, guilt or innocence is your business, not mine. Would you please take me to her”? “Certainly, we have her locked in a combination examine area and adjoining cell-her name is Jessica”. After walking down a narrow hallway, they came to the cell and through the two way mirror saw Jessica still cuffed to the porto-john with her cotton panties over her knees. “Please let me in and remove the cuffs; I’ll take it from here”. “Certainly Nurse-we’ll be right outside the room if you need us’! Fine, but in the meantime, I would appreciate it if you gave us privacy”. Sgt. Smith preceded Nurse Genevieve into the cell, took off the handcuffs and left the two of them alone.
“Hello Jessica; my name is Nurse Genevieve. I have been advised that you have developed some odd eating habits and I’m here to help you move your bowels to determine if that is the case. Now please step out of your panties and take your tee shirt off, but leave on your bra” After she did this, Nurse Genevieve surmised that Jessica was wear a bra at lease a size or two too small, as her flesh was hanging over the sides of her bra, and her breasts were bulging out of the front cups. “Please move over here near the table”. Nurse Genevieve took a quick look into the bowl, finding no BM. “Now dear, I’m going to give you a large volume enema (or two) to stimulate your bowls. Have you ever had an enema? “No”. “Well my dear, you are about to experience one of life’s secret pleasures. My patients pay good money to receive one of my enemas; this is your lucky day-you are going to receive your enema for free”.
“Now, I want you to lean across this table, resting on your forearms and spreading your legs; I’m going to give you a rectal exam to see if you have made any progress with that laxative”. Nurse Genevieve snapped on a pair of black examining gloves and after lubricating the first two fingers and Jessica’s anal rim, told her to take a deep breath, relax, and push like she was going to the bathroom. With that, she inserted the index finger into her rectum “Oww! What are you doing?-get your finger out of my ass bitch-that hurts!” “Shhh Jessica, just relax and don’t make this any harder that it has to be”. With that, Nurse Genevieve leaned across her back and after securing her movement but putting all her weight on Jessica’s back via a forearm, inserted the second finger up her heine. “Owww-please stop, that really hurts”! “Stop squirming Jessica, I’m almost finished”. A moment later, the Nurse pulled her fingers from the rectum and disposed of the gloves.
“Well, Jessica-it looks like we have a lot of work to do. Please sit in your cell until I call you” Nurse Genevieve went over to the sink and began to fill the four quart enema bag with warm water, adding some mild castile soap to stimulate her bowels. She brought over the bulging enema bag, and attached a two foot colonic tube to the regular tube and placed a hard rubber bulbenema nozzle on the end; this would help push the tubing well up into Jessica’s lower intestines. After testing the secretion flow, Nurse Genevieve place the enema bag on the intervenes stand about chest high and then summoned Jessica. “Come out dear, time for your enema”.
“Now I’m going to give you what we call a “deep” enema where I push this tubing well up your rectum into your lower intestines, to obtain a thorough cleansing. “You’re going to push that tube all the way up my ass?? That’s going hurt a lot”. “Oh no dear, your anal ring and the tubing will be well lubricated and it should slide in without any problems. Let’s get started. I want you to lean over this table again, either on your elbows or with your arms straightened, whichever is more comfortable”. Jessica did what she was told, and Nurse Genevieve put on another pair of black examining gloves and began to lubricate her patient’s puckered rose button and the enema tube thoroughly
“There; now just relax and take a deep breath, and begin to push like you are doing BM” With that, Nurse Genevieve began to slowly push the enema nozzle and tubing up Jessica’s rectum. “That’s a good girl-everything is moving along very smoothly. We’re almost finished; there, it’s all the way in. Now that wasn’t bad was it”? Jessica remained silent through the ordeal. “Now I’m going to begin the water flow up your Heine very slowly and you let me know when you feel it in your tummy”. With that Nurse Genevieve released the stopcock and began to slowly squeeze the enema bag with both hands to make sure there was enough pressure to get the water moving; once accomplished, gravity would take over.
“Do you feel your tummy filling up with warm water?” “Yes, it feels weird” “Juusst relaaaxxx and feel the warm flow of water into your belly. I’ll massage your tummy to help ease any pressure” For the next 5-10 minutes Nurse Genevieve massaged Jessica’s stomach in all directions as the enemacontinued to fill her up. “That’s all I can take-please stop she cried” “Now, now, we’re only half finished with the bag; your doing so well-you can do it”. Tears began to flow down her cheeks as her stomach continued to swell from the accumulated water injection. Nurse Genevieve pulled the tube down slightly to relive the pressure and allow more water into the lower anal area. “Please stop-my stomach is going to explode” “Shhh,” Nurse Genevieve whispered, “We’re almost done, just a little more”. Nurse Genevieve reached up and squeezed the last of the enema bag into the tubing. “There-all finished-you took yourenema like a good girl, and now you need to hold it in for 5 minutes to maximize the results. I’m going to insert this lubricated butt plug in your Heine to make sure we have no accidents.” “Owww!” “Stop whining, the worst is over”
After the five minutes were up, Nurse Genevieve walked her patient over to the port-a-john and said “I’m going to pull out the plug and then I want you to sit on the potty and push out all that nastiness in your Heine. Stay seated, until you are sure you’re fully eliminated. It typically takes at least two, maybe three waves until you are fully emptied. No need to rush; you’re not going anywhere”
Nurse Genevieve turned her back to give Jessica some privacy and checked her smart phone for messages. After that she began to clean up her enema equipment. Every now and then she would hear some “chunks” plopping into the water. “Now we should get some answers very quickly” she thought. After a few more dribblings, she turned to Jessica and asked. “Are you finished expelling the whole enema dear?” “Yes” (more tears). “Good, now back into your cell and wipe yourself and use the toilet if you need to go further”
Nurse Genevieve took a quick look into bowl and after a moment or two surveillance discovered two shiny objects in the foul water. “I think we have a winner” she smiled to herself. “Guard, please come in, we’re done here. Take this commode out of here and after searching yourself I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for. Use these plastic gloves to maintain the integrity of the evidence”
“Well Jessica, my job here is complete, good luck to you” After that Nurse Genevieve was escorted out of the holding area and up into the Captain’s office. “Well Captain-did you find what you were looking for” “We did indeed thanks to you Nurse Genevieve. But please, call me Elsa”. “Thank you Elsa-please call me Genn”“Sit down Genn; would you like a glass of fresh lemonade?” “Oh, that sounds refreshing-“I’d love one”.
After a few minutes, Elsa sat back in her chair, and let out a deep sigh. “Oh, dear, that doesn’t sound very good Elsa-are you alright?” Elsa turned up her nose and replied “I’m not sure Genn, I’m feeling very lethargic, and gassy; just not myself” “When’s the last time you made a BM?” “That’s another thing, sometimes it takes me three or four days to go””And your diet?” “Lots of beef and junk food-mostly chocolate -not the most nutritious of diets”
“O dear, you sound like a lot of my patients, let me touch your forehead” Nurse Genevieve reached over and placed her lips on Elsa’s forehead. “You are warm dear; it seems you have all the symptoms of constipation. If you have the time, I would be happy to give you a thorough enema cleansing that should do wonders for your digestive track”. “Oh no Genn, I don’t think so” Elsa said nervously. “And besides, I don’t want to put you through all that trouble”
“Nonsense, the rest of my day is clear and I have my full enemaequipment with me-its no trouble at all” All we need is some privacy” “Hmmm-you know Genn-that might not be a bad idea after all” (Elsa smiled with a wink). “Give me a moment”
Elsa picked up the phone and pressed a button, at which time a voice answered “Yes Captain?” ” Lt. I’m leaving for the evening, and will be entertaining tonight. Anything short of an outright rebellion or equipment explosion-you handle it” “Understood Captain-enjoy the rest of your evening” Elsa put down the phone and smiling thought to herself-Oh, I’m sure I will”.
Well Genn, that’s the last of it here-shall we go?”
“After you Elsa”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Thank you "j"
A Stormy Afternoon with Ms. G
Ms. Genevive was relaxing in her country house this summer day, polishing her nails and trying to concentrate on a magazine she picked up at a local store the previous day. The fact is that she was bored and a little antsy to do something interesting. But it was starting to thunder and lightning outside and the storm was expected to intensify as the afternoon and evening went on. She would not be able to go into town to run errands and do some light shopping, at least not for the next few hours. She would have to find something interesting to occupy her time at home besides looking at magazines and polishing her nails.
Well, she did not have to think very hard to come up with something to do. Her nephew Jon was staying with her for a time, and he in fact was down the hall in his room, no doubt wasting his time reading some fantasy or sports magazine. The thought was starting to mature in her mind. She loved giving over the knee spankings and enemas, and occasionally enjoyed giving Jon some of her expert treatment, much to his dismay. Well, it was good for him, she thought; and besides, she enjoyed giving it. It was good all around, she reasoned. Besides, with the rain starting to fall, and no one else expected to visit, it was a perfect time for a good over the knee session.
She thus began to make preparations for her session. She always did them in the spare bedroom between Jon's bedroom at one end of the hall and her bedroom at the opposite end. In the middle of the hall, across from the spare room, was a bathroom that was conveniently located for her enema sessions. She ventured into the spare room, making sure to do so quietly so as not to startle Alex or give him a clue as to what was in store for him. She straightened up the room, drew the blinds, and pulled her comfortable chair into a convenient spot in the room. She also pulled a small side table and placed it next to her chair. She liked to play her sessions "by ear," letting them develop as her mood dictated and as Jon behaved or misbehaved during the session. The one thing she was sure of was that she would give Jon at least two enemas, the first one with her favorite bulb.
Ms. G then went back to her room and finished with her nails. She heard a thunder clap close by, a sign that the storm was rapidly approaching. She then changed into a comfortable pair of slacks that she liked to wear during her sessions, and pulled back her hair so that it would not get in her way as she administered her session.
"Well," she thought to herself, "before I get everything ready I suppose I should go next door and tell jon to get himself ready for his session." She put on her stern expression and marched into the hall and over to his room, making sure that he would hear her coming.
She knocked on his door, then opened it and walked in to find him laying across his bed reading one of his magazines.
"Jon," she announced, "I think it's time we had one of our over the knee sessions. We have not done one in a while."
"Oh, no, Ms. G," he complained, "Please don't give me a spanking."
"I'm sorry, Jon," she said. "I'm going to give you more than that. Now there's no use in complaining."
he stomped his feet. "Are you going to give me an enema?," he cried.
"I don't want any backtalk," she told him. "Now get those clothes off. I'll be back for you in a minute."
Ms. G then went back across to the spare room to make a few final preparations. She went to the window to look out, and noticed that the rain was starting to fall heavily. At that moment a crack of thunder shook the house. It was a perfect afternoon for a session. No one would call; nor could anyone visit. She arranged her chair and side table in the middle of the room, then filled her small basin with soapy water and placed it on the table. She also placed a jar of Vaseline nearby, and also pulled out her favorite hairbrush just in case she needed it. Most of the time she preferred to paddle Jon's bottom with her bare hand; but sometimes she knew that more extreme measures were required. She then looked about one last time to make sure she had not forgotten anything. "Well, it was time to get started," she thought to herself.
She then walked down to Jon's room, and opened the door, only to find him in his shirt and shorts sitting on the bed.
"Jon," she said, "I thought I told you to get your clothes off."
"Do I have to," he asked sheepishly.
"Yes," she said. "Now let's get these clothes off."
"Oh, no, Ms G," he cried, .
"I told you I don't want any back talk," she said sternly. "I've made up my mind." She pulled his shirt off and placed it on the bed. "Now let's get these underpants off," she said as she pulled them down to his knees and let them drop to the floor.
"There," she said, "Now you're ready for your enema. Come with me." She took him by the hand and led him back across the hall to her spare room. She couldn't really blame Jon for whining and whispering as she led him into her spare room. "Stop the complaining," she said, "you're getting an enema whether you want one or not."
She led him to her chair, and she quickly sat down and quickly pulled him across her lap. He was now in her favorite position, helpless across her lap with his bottom in clear view and within easy reach. "Make yourself comfortable, Jon," she said sternly. "You're going to be across my lap for awhile now." He wiggled on her lap and moaned again that he didn't want an enema.
"Well, then, how about a bare bottom spanking," she said as she began to paddle his bottom first on one cheek then on the other.
"Oh, that hurts," he cried.
"I'm going to paddle you until that bottom is good and red."
"Are you going to hold still," she asked as she continued to paddle him.
"Ok," he moaned, I'll be still."
"That's better," she said. "Now hold still." She rubbed his bare bottom to soothe it from her paddling. "I'm sorry to have to paddle you like that, Jon," she said. "That's what you get when you squirm and complain. Next time I'll get out my hairbrush and you'll really get a paddling."
He groaned. "Please don't use your hairbrush Ms G. I'll be still," he whimpered.
"OK," she said sternly, "let's get started with your enema."
She placed her hand on his bottom, and opened his cheeks up as wide as she could. She saw that she needed to put some vaseline on him before administering the enema.
She then reached for her vaseline and took a large portion on her finger, and parted his bottom again. "Hold still jon," she said, "I'm going to put the vaseline on you. I don't want any wiggling and moaning while I do it." She parted his cheeks again and held them apart with her left hand as she applied the Vaseline with her right hand, running her finger up and down his bottom to maker sure he was ready for his enema.
"There," she said at length, "That wasn't so bad was it "
He groaned as she finished applying the vaseline. "Well, then," she said, "Now you're ready for your enema." She now reached for her bulb and filled it with soapy water, before
She reached up and took the enema bulb in her hand, parted his cheeks once more, and inserted it. Jon squirmed as she did so. "Hold still," she commanded, as she slapped him two or three times on his exposed behind. "or I'll spank you while I'm giving you the enema." Jon stopped squirming, and Genevive proceeded with the enema, quickly opening the clamp and releasing the water. She watched as the bag gradually emptied into Jon. When the bag was empty, she withdrew the tub, and spanked him a few more times to make him hold the water. Finally, she let him up, and led him to the bathroom.
While Jon was in the bathroom, Genevive filled her enema bag a second time, and hung it on a stand next to her chair. "I think he needs another enema," she said to herself as she waited for Jon to finish in the bathroom.
When he finished, she was waiting for him. "Come with me, Jon," she said in her stern voice. "You're going to get another enema." She now led him back to her spare room, and pulled him over her lap once more, exposing his bare behind to her full view. She rubbed his cheeks to prepare him for the enema. Jon groaned as he went over her lap, but did not resist this time. Again, she parted his cheeks and applied the vaseline, and again she inserted the enema tube, as she had done before, watching as the bag slowly emptied. "Just a little bit more," she said soothingly when the bag was nearly empty.
When it was finally empty, she let him up, and led him back to the bathroom. She sat down in a chair outside, and told Jon that she would wait there until he was finished. After several minutes, Jon emerged, still naked, but hoping that his ordeal might now be over. His hopes were quickly dashed, however.
Genevive did not get up from her chair, but quickly took Jon by the hand and pulled him over her lap. "You need another spanking," she said, "just to make sure I've made my point." She then proceeded to give him a hard bare bottom spanking, as Jon squirmed on her lap begging her to stop. Fortunately for Jon, it did not last very long -- but still his bottom was very red when she was finished.
"Ok, Jon," she said at last, "I think we've done enough for today. You can get your clothes on now." With that, Jon hustled back to his room, relieved at last to be finished with the session, and off of Ms. Genevivef's lap.
Meanwhile, she straightened up the spare room, and put the enema equipment away for use on another day. She felt the session had gone very well, and had enjoyed taking Jon over her lap. "Perhaps," she thought, "we will do it again in a few days."
She returned to her bedroom to change her clothes, and perhaps to finish her nails and continue with that boring novel she was reading. She walked over to the window and looked outside. The storm had passed and the sun was coming out. The large lawn outside was wet, but also a sparkling green. A large rainbow now stood on the horizon where the storm clouds were a few hours ago. The storm had blown away the heat and humidity, and she looked out on a sunny and pleasant afternoon. "Well," she thought to herself, "maybe I can get those errands done after all."
Too Busy To Go
It was another beautiful morning in LBI at the Sunnyside Health Center. Nurse Genevieve, smartly dressed in her starched white uniform and nurse’s cap, with matching white hose, secretly held up under her uniform by a lacy garter belt, looked the image of professionalism as she walked to the back of the office and opened the shutters, looking out on the picturesque vista as the sun glistened off the subtle waves of the bay. Her one concession to her official outfit was a pair of Stuart Weizmann heels.
Nurse Genevieve had opened the SHC approximately 5 years ago following the passing of her husband Michel, whom she had met 15 years ago in the gastrointestinal unit of Mercy Hospital where she worked. Ironically, they met while she was giving him an enema. He needed that treatment weekly, and over time they developed a friendship, eventually falling love and marrying. As luck would have it, when he passed way Michel left Nurse Genevieve a wealthy women, providing the funds to start SHC.
SHC provided all types of hydro-colonic services, but interestingly enough, she found that the bulk of her business came from treating constipation in middle aged men and women (mostly women). With more people leading multi-tasked lives and also taking more medications, constipation was an ever increasing by product of their lives and times. Her treatment was actually quite simple; she gave them old fashioned enemas. But these weren’t the enemas you received over your mother’s lap; these enemas were administered in a private, comfortable examining room, with low lights
and soft music.
There was never any cramping when Nurse Genevieve gave you anenema; it was just a pleasant, stress
free experience that was actually enjoyable.
Because of her“bed side” manner, Nurse Genevieve had many repeat patients.
Sitting on her rear balcony, sipping a cup of tea, Nurse Genevieve went down the list of patients for today. In the 10 AMslot she noticed a name-Michelle Hampton that looked familiar to her,
but just couldn’t put her finger on it. Then it came to her;
Nurse Genevieve had read an article on Michelle Hampton in a professional women’s magazine. Michelle was the CEO of
Teletech Industries, a multinational IT conglomerate,
started 25 years ago by her father Henry as a simple data processing company. Following her graduation from MIT 10 years ago, she worked hand in hand with her father to grow the business during the Hi Tech boom and when he passed away she continued to grow the company before taking it public 5 years ago. At 42 she was one of the wealthiest and most successful female executives in the U.S. “And now she’s coming to see me” Nurse Genevieve mused.
At precisely 10 AM Nurse Genevieve entered the waiting room and found Michelle fiddling with her smart phone; a sign of the times. She was stunning, with beautiful skin and long flowing red hair. She was dressed in a tailored blue St. John suit, accessorized by a pink high collar blouse underneath, accented by several pieces of David Yurman “bling”. Her ensemble was finished off with a pair of Tory Burch pumps; over her shoulder was a large and no doubt very expensive Louis Vuiton sack. She was the epitome of success and glamour. “And now she’s here to see me” Nurse Genevieve chuckled again.
“Hello Michelle, I’m Nurse Genevieve”. Michelle sprang to her feet and shook hands, flashing a brilliant smile. After exchanging pleasantries Nurse Genevieve escorted her into her private office offering her a seat on the sofa before locking the door behind her.
“Now we have complete privacy; how can I help you my dear?” hesitating slightly, Michelle thanked her for seeing her but stuttered explaining her predicament. Nurse Genevieve moved closer, taking her hand, and in a soothing voice encouraged her> “There, there my dear, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m a nurse and believe me, I’ve heard everything; but you must be honest with me. After a brief moment, Michelle blurted out. “I’m very constipated Nurse Genevieve and I can’t do BM, no matter how hard I try!
Oh dear, that does seem to be a recurring problem with middle aged women, but you have come to the right place, as I believe
I can help you with this embarrassing situation. How long have you had this problem? On and off the past couple of years since I’ve begun to travel in different time zones and there are times
when I just will myself not to go.
In other words, you hold back your BM? Yes, Mama. That is
not good at all; when you do BM you are releasing toxics from
your system and when you don’t it just backs up, causing discomfort and particularly dangerous consequences in your digestive system. When’s the last time you did BM? “Four days
ago, and now I’m starting to cramp “Michelle confessed
“Four days ago? Child, that’s not good at all! Well, I see we have
a lot of work to do so let’s not waste another moment.
Nurse Genevieve led Michelle into the adjacent examination
room which was bathed in soft lights, fragrances and new age music. “I want you to go into the changing room and take off
all you clothes down to your panties, put on the fluffy robe and come back into the examining room where I will be waiting for
You may lock up your valuables and clothes in the self security lockers”. Michelle quickly undressed and putting on the robe, reentered the examining room.
After giving her a quick ear, nose, and throat exam, beckoned
her to take off the robe. She was a statuesque beauty with large but firm breasts and fresh pink nipples. Nurse Genevieve gave her
gentle but thorough breast examination, feeling Michelle’s
nipple rise to the occasion under Nurse Genevieve’s soft touch.” I love your choice of panties my dear, admiring her soft pink
briefs; I would have thought you to be a thong girl”.
Michelle laughed “When I was a teenager I used to get terrible yeast rashes. My mother said it was because I wore tight underwear.
She would give me this smelly cream to apply and made me
wear a pair of her briefs to help me breath down there.
I was mortified at first,
but eventually got used to them and when the infections
cleared up for good I continued to wear them as they gave me plenty of room to move”.
“I agree dear; I’ve been wearing nylon briefs myself for years.
Now I want you to lie across my lap to take your temperature
and give you a rectal exam”. “Seriously? Yes dear, come, come,
we have a lot of work to do”. Reluctantly, Michelle draped
herself across Nurse Genevieve’s lap. Down her legs, stopping
to admire the most perfectly rounded alabaster globes she had
ever seen. It was a perfect question mark, cleaved in the middle. Nurse Genevieve lubed the rectal thermometer and slowly
inserted it. Initially flinching when she was impaled, she
eventually relaxed and allowed the nurse to insert the thermometer well up into her rectum. Waiting for it to register, Nurse Genevieve unconsciously began to twirl the thermometer and move it in and out of her rear orifice. Michelle began to
moan softly and wiggle her bottom in rhythm. Picking up on
this, Nurse Genevieve slowly removed the small thermometer
and inserted a larger one, exhibiting the same movement. It achieved the desired result and Michelle began to swerve and moan under her breath. “You little minx, she thought. I’m sure
I’ll be able to satiate your appetite for rectal therapy before you leave”. Removing the larger thermometer, Nurse Genevieve reflected: “Well young lady, I see you enjoy the exploration of your Heine”. Michelle turned her head and smiled sheepishly at
Nurse Genevieve, providing her with the answer she wanted.
“Now my dear, I’m going to give you a rectal exam to determine how backed up you are. Nurse Genevieve inserted her well lubricated finger up into Michelle’s rectum, receiving the anticipated response. Suddenly as Nurse Genevieve was
pushing around down there, Michelle let out a robust fart,
filling the room with the scent of her accident. Turning bright
red, Michelle began to apologize profusely for her phoe paux. Nurse Genevieve merely chuckled; “No need to apologize my dear, it perfectly normal for a patient to release gas during such an unpleasant invasion. It’s not the first fart I’ve experienced and it won’t be the last. My suspicions have been confirmed; you are extremely constipated, but I have a simple solution.
I’m going to give you a series of enemas to ease your discomfort. Have you ever had an enema?”
“Oh yes, when I was a child my mother used to stand me in the bath tub and insert that awful white nozzle up my Heine and
make me stand there until I took the whole bag.
I’ll never forget it;
a big red enema bag”.
“Well my dear, up on the table on all fours; you are about to
meet an old friend”. Nurse Genevieve then hung a bulging
4 quart red enema bag on the hook and inserted the front end
of a double balloon enema nozzle into Michelle’s rectum. “This will be a
more pleasant experience than that old-fashioned nozzle.
to pump the two balloons up until they fit snuggly in your
bottom…there! Now I’m going to release the stopcock and
begin the flow. I assure you this will be a very pleasant
CLICK! The warm water began to invade Michelle’s bottom, as
her mind raced back 30 years ago, to when she felt that same sensation.
But this was more pleasant as she closed her eyes and allowed the warm water to infiltrate her tummy.
All the while Nurse Genevieve massaged and pressed different sides of her belly, before “accidently” brushing up against her
love bush, which had started to moisten. When the bag was
empty, Nurse Genevieve proclaimed “What a good girl,
you took the whole enema bag without incident.
Now let’s get you over to the toilet so you can eliminate all that nastiness”.
After taking care of business, Michelle reentered the examination room and at Nurse’s instruction hopped up on all fours for
chapter 2 of the session. They went through the same procedure, ending with an empty enema bag and a clear flow from your intestine. A total of 8 quarts-two gallons of water!”How do you feel now my dear?” Much better, thank you Nurse Genevieve””I thought so,
and you’re welcome. Now, we have one more procedure in our
session. Back up on the table on all fours. It seems you have a very tight rectum and I want to stretch it a bit with this dildo.
Have you ever used one?”Michelle laughed “Guilty as charged:”
“I thought as much”. With that Nurse Genevieve inserted a well greased medium ribbed dildo into Michelle’s rectum, turned on the vibrator full blast. As she methodically moved the dildo in
and out, Michelle began to emit unabashed groans as the
rhythmic movement continued.
Suddenly, Michelle lifted her left hand and inserted it into her
bush and began to pleasure herself. Immediately picking up on the opportunity Nurse Genevieve grabbed her hand. “Here dear,
let me help you; I don’t want you to lose your balance”. Nurse Genevieve placed Michelle’s hand back on the table for balance and then gently but firmly inserted two fingers into her moist love
garden until she found her ecstasy button. Having the woman
right where she wanted her, Nurse Genevieve continued her
accosting of both orifices. Michelle began to shutter and
buckle, until finally dropping to the table following an orgasmic crescendo.
Nurse Genevieve slowly removed her hands from both orifices
and cleaned Michelle up with a warm face cloth and fluffy
towel before giving her a shot of feminine hygiene spray.
“There, fresh as a daisy! “Thank you Nurse Genevieve, I’ve
never had such a wonderful experience; I feel perfectly new”. “That’s wonderful dear, I’m glad you are back in the pink.
Now, go get dressed, you have a company to run”.
After dressing Michelle met Nurse Genevieve in the reception
area. Giving her a big hug and kiss, Michelle said
“I’ve learned by lesson and will do better in the future”
“That’s my girl; if you can find all that time to run a business,
you should be able to find 15 minutes a day to take care of
your personal business”.
“Yes ma’m; see you around”. “Yes you will my dear”, Nurse Genevieve thought to herself. “And I would bet sooner than
To Be Continued…
Too Busy To Go
The Christmas season was upon LBI, with Christmas Day only 10 days away. The Sunnyside Health Clinic was regaled in Christmas motif with lights, garland and nick nacs festively decorating the office. There was a Christmas tree in the reception room and a hand carved nativity set Nurse Genevieve had brought back from a recent trip to Israel. For her part, Nurse Genevieve was in the Christmas spirit humming carols as she strolled through her office. “Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la la, la la la la……As was her custom, she was wearing a beautiful emerald and ruby Christmas tree on her nurse’s lapel, strategically located where your eyes coincidentally (or maybe not) went right to her big, plump breasts.
As she sat in her office sipping tea she could hear the clamor of the ongoing construction project next door. A developer was building a 55 and over residential community that would be open next summer. It would be a beautiful complex, and Nurse Genevieve had a particular interest in it for two reasons: First, she was going to one of the units facing the water to live in. Her husband Mickel has left her a very wealthy women and she has lived very comfortably over the past 10 years. Her second reason for purchasing it was that it was right next to her clinic and would provide a readymade source of new patients! Over the past two years Nurse Genevieve had developed a very nice following of high priced patients from around the country-athletes, executives, and movie stars who would fly across country to get a proper “colonic” i.e. a series of old fashionenemas like their mothers gave them when they were kids. “Beautiful people” she chuckled; when they’re across my lap, they all look the same to me.”
Continuing her Christmas humming, she went over the patient list for the day and in the 10 AM slot she saw a familiar name…Michelle Hammond. Nurse Genevieve smiled, looking up her records on the computer for Michelle’s previous visit. “Not bad, she thought…18 months; I thought for sure she would be back before now. Well, my dear, you are going to get the VIP treatment.”
After doing some paperwork and calling her lawyer for an update on the condo purchase, she turned off her computer and entered the waiting room, and there was Michelle, impeccably dressed in a tailored winter white St. John’s suit with a bright red silk blouse accessorized by just the right amount of “bling”. The final chapter was a pair of Prada pumps that Nurse Genevieve surmised must have cost her over $1,000.00. Upon noticing her, Michelle immediately rose and sporting a radiant smile embraced Nurse Genevieve with a warm hug, wishing her a “merry Christmas”. “Merry Christmas to you my dear” I must tell you that after your last visit, I had my broker look into your company’s stock, and based on his approval I purchased several thousand shares of it. It continues to do well and pay me a very nice dividend. “I so glad you had such faith in me to purchase our company’s stock…I guess I have a new boss to report to!” You do indeed your lady-keep up the good work and keep those dividends coming. “Yes ma'am” Michelle chuckled, offering a playful salute.
Taking her two hands into hers, Nurse Genevieve inquired: How have you been Michelle? Michelle uttered a forced chuckle. “Well you know how it is, some good days and some bad days. “And which is today, a good day or a bad day?” “Well, let’s just say I’ve had better. Well, then I am so glad you are here, because my job is to turn this into a good day”. Let’s get started.
Nurse Genevieve slipped her arm into Michelle’s and guided her into the private examining room. Now go into the changing area and strip down to your panties and put on the fluffy robe that’s in there. Be sure to lock up your valuables and meet me in the examining room.. Michelle quickly disrobed and sat next to Nurse Genevieve on the couch in the examining room. Trying to make her feel at ease, Nurse Genevieve took her hand and in a soothing voice asked her “How can I help you dear?””Oh Nurse Genevieve, I’m so embarrassed. I was good for a while and able to do BM every day, or every other day at most. But then over the past three or four months my life got very hectic again as I was travelling a lot in Europe in connection with a major acquisition , and I fell off the wagon because my priorities were elsewhere. I tried to take laxatives and even a suppository here and there, to attempt to remain regular, but after a while I just gave up. It was just too much to keep up with”.
“And now you are back here, severely constipated”. “Yes ma’am. “When’s the last time you made a BM? Five days ago I think, and now I’m cramping”. “Oh child, I’m very disappointed in you. I just don’t understand it. You no doubt have a beautiful office and stay in expensive hotels, with first class wash rooms, and you can’t take 15 minutes each day to take care of your personal business? Five days! Do you realize how toxic you are inside?
“I’m sorry Nurse Genevieve” Michelle whimpered. “I’m sure you are my dear, and it looks like we have a lot of work ahead of us. Before we start, I want you to know that I would like to utilize several behavior modification techniques in your therapy. They are rather unique but I have had excellent results with other patients using them. Are you up for it?”. “Yes ma’am”, Michelle replied, wincing slightly from the cramping pains. “Then I need you to read and sign this treatment; you know, the usual caveats”. Michelle skimmed the release quickly before scribbling her name at the bottom. “Anything to get rid of these cramps”, she thought.
“Good, now take off your robe and I will give you a quick once over”. Michelle dropped her robe, revealing the same statuesque body Nurse Genevieve recalled from her last visit. She was wearing a pair of red gossamer silk panties from Secrets in Lace through which you could gaze upon her perfectly manicured love garden. After a quick eye, ear, throat and breast exam, she motioned Michelle across her lap. “Time to take your temperature”. “This is so embarrassing as Michelle draped her statuesque body over Nurse’s lap. Nurse Genevieve pulled her panties down to her ankles and after lubricating a larger version of her thermometer, spread her cheeks with one hand replying, “As I recall, you really enjoy this type of procedure. Open sesame” she announced as she slowly inserted the glistening tube into her puckered rosebud, which swallowed it like a large mouth bass grabbing fishing lure. Nurse Genevieve twirled the thermometer up and down, eliciting the anticipated cooing response. Nurse Genevieve eventually removed the thermometer and after reading it pronounced her temperature to be fine.
While she had her across her lap, Nurse Genevieve suddenly announced: “My dear, unfortunately you’ve been a naughty girl, and need to be disciplined” From there Nurse Genevieve began to spank Michelle’s innocent alabaster cheeks: Smack, Smack, left, right, left right, smack, smack. Stunned, Michelle began to kick her legs wildly but could not break out of Nurse Genevieve’s strong grasp. Smack, smack, left right left right. After 25 slaps, Michelle’s parted heine took on a bright crimson glow as a result of the spanking. As Michelle lay whimpering, Nurse Genevieve took some soothing almond scented cream and began to slowing caress her violated bottom until the initial glow began to subside. “There there my dear, the worst is over, but it had to be done. Now let me give you a rectal exam.” Nurse Genevieve inserted two well lubricated fingers up into her rectum and pushed and prodded almost two minutes before removing her fingers. “My dear, we have a lot of work to do”. (Unbeknownst to Michelle, Nurse Genevieve had inserted an extra strength suppository up into her rectum during the exam.) “We should see results in about 15 minutes” chuckled Nurse Genevieve to herself.
Nurse Genevieve led Michelle over to an OBGYN oriented examining table. “Sit up dear and put your feet in the stirrups”. Michelle obeyed, sitting up her back against the 45 degree angled back board and her bottom slightly raised over the table, providing Nurse Genevieve unencumbered access to her puckered rosebud. “Put your arms at your side dear”. Michelle obeyed and Nurse Genevieve strapped her in with a leather belt across and under her breasts, and each of her legs dangling in the stirrups. “There, now just relax and enjoy the music; I need to check up with another patient and I’ll be back in 20 minutes. Oops, almost forgot-one more thing”. Nurse Genevieve reached into the draw below the examining table and pulled out an adult diaper, which she quickly fastened on Michelle “There, you’re all set”. Incredulous, Michelle asked “Why am I wearing a diaper?” Walking quickly toward the door Nurse Genevieve replied “No big deal, we just want to avoid any accidents”. “Accidents?” But by then Nurse Genevieve was out the door.
Michelle laid there comfortably with her eyes closed, listening to the soothing new age music. Suddenly, about 15 minutes later she woke up when she seemed to feel an urge to do BM. (The effects of the suppository were just starting to kick in). As time passed the urge to go got more intense. Unable to move in her position she squeezed her heine muscles as tight as she could, but it was fruitless. Michelle thought to herself: “I hope the nurse gets here soon, or I will have an accident. Suddenly it dawned on her: “Nurse Genevieve put a diaper on me because she wanted me to do BM in the diaper!” Suddenly there was a large crash from the construction site next door. Startled, Michelle temporarily dropped her guard, and then it happened. Like a volcano erupting, 5 days of pent up BM started to flow into the diaper like lava down a cliff. Unable to control it due to her angle, Michelle could only lay there hopelessly, as the BM began to fill her diaper in two separate waves. Stunned at what had just taken place, Michelle lay there horrified, as the scent of her actions began to waffle through the exam room. Tears began to well up in her eyes.
Nurse Genevieve returned about 5 minutes later. Seeing (and smelling) what had just taken place she remarked “O dear, what in the world happened here??” Tearfully, Michelle replied “I had an accident” “ I see that. Well my dear, let this be a lesson to you; if you won’t do BM the natural way there are other methods to make you go. But one way or the other you will go!” Then pressing the diaper up against her soiled bottom, she replied”Now you lay here a few more minutes thinking about your transgressions, and I’ll be back and we will begin yourenema
Laying there amidst her thoughts and soiled diaper, tears started to roll down her cheeks and then as to add insult to injury, Michelle began to wet her diaper.
About 5 minutes later Nurse Genevieve came back into the room with a bulging 4 quart clear enema bag, filled with peppermint scented soap suds that she hung on a hook next to the table.”Now, let’s get this nasty diaper off you and get to work.” Nurse Genevieve quickly and efficiently changed the diaper and cleaned up Michelle, but instead of throwing the diaper away, Nurse Genevieve rolled it up and placed it on the instrument table about a foot from her head, further mortifying the now shell shocked patient.
Nurse Genevieve amply lubricated Michelle’s anal area and the double balloon enema nozzle. She inserted the nozzle well up into her heine, pumped it up and inquired: “Are you ready?” Michelle nodded “yes ma’am”, at which time the stopcock “clicked” and warm sweet smelling soap suds began to invade her lower intestine. The water flowed smoothly and pleasantly as Nurse Genevieve softly kneed her fast filling tummy and occasionally “accidently” rubbing her fingers across her now moistened intimate orifice.
When she was finished receiving her first enema, Michelle’s stomach was bulging. Nurse Genevieve unhooked her and pointed her to an ornate Victoria era commode at the end of the room. “Now my dear, this portable toilet is how the rich relieved themselves in olden times. I want you to sit on it and expel all that nastiness you have inside of you. Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe”. Michelle sat on the commode and relieved herself until she was completely empty. When she was finished, Nurse Genevieve told her “now open the door underneath, take out the chamber pot and dump it in the toilet”. Michelle bent over, opened the door and pulled out the chamber pot by the two knobs on either side. Filled with foul smelling fecal expulsion, she gagged as she carried the pot across the room and emptied it into the toilet. “Now, return it to its chamber and hop back up on the table; we are nowhere near finished”.
As so it went; the ordeal continued two more times; strapped on to the exam table, administration of a full 4 quart enema (every drop!), eliminating her waste on the commode and dumping the fecal elimination into the toilet. Finally, after the third enema (3 gallons of water in total) Nurse Genevieve declared Michelle “Fully Purged”.
“Now I know this ordeal has been very tiring on you, but I assure you the worst is over. Now back up on the examining table as I want to give you a quick pelvic exam”. Michelle did as she was told and assumed the now “infamous” position. Nurse Genevieve washed her hands in warm water and applied a generous dollop of the same almond scented cream she had massaged into her symmetrical twin globed bottom that by now had returned to its natural color. Nurse Genevieve slowly inserted her two digits into Michelle’s love garden and began to probe. “Yes, yes, I know it feels good; that’s a good girl”. Suddenly Michelle lifted her bottom and let out a soft moan of pleasure. Bingo! Nurse Genevieve had found Michelle’s G-spot and began to rhythmically massage it. As the sensation began to intensify, Michelle began to rock and moan and Nurse Genevieve increased the speed and pleasure of the stimulation. Within a few minutes Michelle exploded in an orgasmic crescendo before collapsing on the examining table.
Nurse Genevieve gently pulled out her fingers from Michelle’s dripping orifice and cleaned her up with a warm cloth and towel, and finishing up with splash of feminine powder. Michelle looked up at Nurse Genevieve and with a dazed smile said: “Thank you Nurse Genevieve-that was indescribable”. Patting her forehead she replied: “My pleasure my dear, see, coming to the nurse isn’t all work. There’s definitely time for some play. My work here is complete, so go take a shower if you like, get dressed and I’ll meet you outside” As she was about to leave the room Nurse Genevieve turned her head and winked: “And throw out your dirty diaper when you leave”.
Back in her office, Nurse Genevieve noticed some tears in Michelle’s eyes as she entered the office. Puzzled, she inquired: “What’s wrong dear?” “Oh Nurse Genevieve ,I’m so frustrated; I’m running around the world so much that I’m not sure I’ll ever beat my constipation problem”
“And that’s alright my dear; that’s why you have me. You come and see me anytime you have this problem and we’ll have a pleasant enema session, followed by a nice massage and a cup of tea, which I’m sure, will help reduce the stress level associated with that very important position you hold”.
“You know, I feel so comfortable around you; you remind me so much of my late Mom”. Would you mind if I called you “Mom” when we are together? “I would be honored my dear if you called me Mom-I never had any children, and I would so much enjoy spending time with you”.
Giving her a long hug and kiss on the cheek, Michelle wished her “Merry Christmas Mom”. “Merry Christmas to you Michelle, and remember you call me anytime. You have my cell number”.
After Michelle left, Nurse Genevieve reviewed her patient list and saw the name of another “repeat offender”-Michael! “Well, I guess it’s time for another diaper session”’
“Tis the season to be jolly…fa la la la la…la la la la:
MY AUNT CLAUDIA HAD AN IRRESISTABLE URGE. HER SEXUAL DEMONS WERE CALLING, AND SHE NEEDED TO GIVE SOMEONE AN ENEMA. TRUTH IS, SHE LOVED DOING IT AND GOT OFF ON IT. SIMPLE AS THAT. SHE KNEW I HAD A FASCINATION WITH ENEMAS, AND SINCE SHE HAD DONE THIS TYPE OF SESSION ONCE BEFORE (WITH ANOTHER SUBJECT) SHE WANTED TO EXPERIENCE IT WITH ME.
SOME TIME AROUND MIDNIGHT, I AWOKE. THERE SHE WAS IN THE BATHROOM, PREPARING FOR A LENGTHY ENEMA SESSION. DRESSED FOR SEX -- BLACK LINGERIE, GARTER BELT, FISHNET STOCKINGS. WOW! FOR THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES, I WATCHED AS SHE PLACED HER EQUIPMENT ON THE COUNTER: 3 BRIGHT RED ENEMA BAGS: A 2 QUART, A 3 QUART, AND A 4 QUART, TWO BULB SYRINGES (the ones with the long thick nozzle!), A HIGGINSON PUMP, SEVERAL RED HOSES, LUBRICANT, AND LASTLY, A DOZEN NOZZLES, ALL OF THEM VERY LARGE – AND BLACK!!! IT WAS AT THIS TIME IT DAWNED ON ME –OMG! THE PERSON SHE WAS PREPARING THIS ENEMA SESSION FOR -- WAS ME!!!
I BECAME INSTANTLY ERECT. I HAD ALWAYS FANTASIZED ABOUT BEING WOKEN UP AND GIVEN AN ENEMA. ESPECIALLY BY MY AUNT CLAUDIA, A FORMER NURSE WHO WAS ALWAYS HINTING AT THE SUBJECT WHENEVER I WAS AROUND. TONIGHT WAS MY NIGHT, AND MY FANTASY WAS ABOUT TO COME TRUE! I WAS ABOUT TO HAVE THE ENEMA SESSION OF MY LIFE!!
SHE ENTERED THE BEDROOM AND TURNED ON THE LIGHT. “COME WITH ME.”, SHE ORDERED. “WHAT FOR?” I ASKED. “YOU’LL FIND OUT,” SHE ANSWERED. SHE TOOK MY HAND AND LED ME INTO THE BATHROOM. MY EYES NEARLY BUGGED OUT AT WHAT WAS IN FRONT OF ME -- HER EXTENSIVE ENEMA EQUIPMENT, ALL LAYED OUT NICE AND NEAT. SHE ALSO HAD MIRRORS STRATEGICALLY PLACED SO THAT I COULD SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON FROM ALL ANGLES. SHE NOTICED MY EXCITEMENT AND SAID, “WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO GET. YOU AND I ARE GOING TO BE QUITE BUSY FOR THE NEXT FEW HOURS!” THEN AS SHE CLOSED AND LOCKED THE DOOR SHE ADDED, “EVERY ONE OF THOSE ENEMAS IS GOING UP INSIDE THAT TIGHT LITTLE ASSSHOLE OF YOURS!!” SHE THEN REACHED OVER AND PULLED DOWN MY SHORTS. I WAS NOW STANDING BEFORE HER NAKED. SHE NOTICED MY ERECTION AND COMMENTED, “LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE IS GOING TO ENJOY THIS!” SHE TURNED ME AROUND AND LED ME TO HER PRIZED ADMINISTERING TABLE. I REMEMBER HER TALKING ABOUT IT ONCE. IT WAS PADDED IN RED LEATHER AND COMPLETE WITH STIRRUPS AND SPOT LIGHTS. “UP ON THE TABLE, YOUNG MAN. WE’RE ABOUT TO GET STARTED”. I DID AS SHE ORDERED. SHE PLACED MY FEET INTO THE STIRRUPS, AND TURNED ON ALL SEVEN SPOTLIGHTS. I COULD SEE MYSELF IN THE MIRROR, MY LEGS UP HIGH AND MY ASS SPREAD WIDE OPEN. SHE BLURTED OUT, “LOOK AT YOU!” I’VE BEEN WANTING TO GET A GOOD LOOK AT THAT CUTE LITTLE ASS OF YOURS. FINALLY! I AM GOING TO THOROUGHLY ENJOY THIS!!! AND YOU, YOUNG MAN, IN ADDITION TO EVERYTHING ELSE, ARE GOING TO GET A HIGH VOLUME ENEMA TONIGHT….A WHOPPING 4 QUARTS… KNOWN AS……… “THE BIG E”…. WITH MY ULTRA SPECIAL NOZZLE!!!. I’M GETTING EXCITED JUST THINKING ABOUT IT”, SHE ADDED. I COULD BARELY SPEAK. I WAS TOTALLY UNDER HER CONTROL. “WHATEVER YOU SAY,” I SUBMITTED . “OH YEA,” SHE REPLIED, IN A RATHER SELF SATISFIED TONE. “YOU ARE ALL MINE TONIGHT!”
SHE SLAPPED MY BUTT. “TIME TO TAKE YOUR TEMPERATURE”, SHE ANNOUNCED. SHE PULLED A LARGE THERMOMETER FROM HER APRON… 7 INCHES LONG, AND THICK. “OH SHIT!” I EXCLAIMED.
“YOU ARE GOING TO GET IT GOOD, AND I’M NOT KIDDING?” SHE SAID WITH A DEVIOUS LITTLE SMILE. “I’M NOT USING ONE OF THOSE BABY THERMOMETERS. THIS IS THE ONE FOR BIG BOYS WHO NEED A GOOD SIZED ENEMA. THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET!” SHE MEANT BUSINESS. SHE LUBRICATED MY ASSHOLE , SHOOK THE THERMOMETER SEVERAL TIMES, THEN PLACED THE COLD MERCURY TIP UP TO MY ANUS. NEVER ONE TO HESITATE, SHE INSTANTLY, GUIDED IT DEEP INTO MY ASSHOLE. I SHIVVERED AS SHE MOVED IT IN AN OUT. THIS WENT ON FOR THREE MINUTES, MY PENIS GROWING BIGGER BY THE MINUTE. ALL I COULD DO WAS THINK ABOUT THE ENEMAS I WAS ABOUT TO GET, ALL OF THEM NOW HANGING ON SEPARATE HOOKS. “THERE WE GO,” SHE SAID AS SHE SLID IT OUT. “HMMM…YOU HAVE A SLIGHT TEMPERATURE. YOU’RE GOING TO NEED A FULL ENEMA SESSION TONIGHT, YOUNG MAN. A COMBINATION OF ENEMAS… COMPLIMENTS OF YOUR NAUGHTY AUNT CLAUDIA!” “HOLY SHIT!” I EXCLAIMED. “HOLY SHIT IS RIGHT!” SHE REPLIED. “YOUR ASSHOLE IS ABOUT TO GET A WORKOUT!!”
SHE WENT TO THE COUNTER, GRABBED THE 2 QUART BAG AND AN AMBER HOSE, THEN WENT TO THE SINK. SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…… THE WATER SEEMED TO GO ON FOREVER AS SHE FILLED THE SHINY RED BAG ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP, CAREFULLY ATTACHING THE HOSE SO AS NOT TO SPILL A DROP. “OH, MY! LOOK WHAT YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET. JUST A LITTLE STARTER ENEMA… ONLY TWO QUARTS SO DON’T GET TOO EXCITED. YOU’RE GONNA GET BIGGER ONES, BELIEVE YOU ME!” SHE SAID AS SHE HUNG THE TWO QUART ENEMA BAG UP HIGH ON THE IV STAND. SHE THEN ADDED “ONLY ONE THING’S MISSING – - A NOZZLE. HMMMM. WHICH ONE SHALL I USE FIRST? HERE WE GO. WE’LL START YOU OUT WITH THIS.” SHE REACHED DOWN INTO HER COLLECTION AND CHOSE A BULB SYRINGE TYPE. THE TUBE WAS LONG AND CURVED AS IT LED TO THE BULBOUS HEAD. THE HEAD IN ITSELF WAS EXTREMELY EROTIC. IT HAD A DOZEN HOLES WHICH CAUSED THE WATER TO SPRAY OUT IN ALL DIRECTIONS. BY NOW I WAS SO ERECT IT ALMOST HURT. SHE TOOK HER TIME WITH ALL OF THIS WHICH ONLY ADDED TO THE TENSION—ALL VERY EROTIC. I COULD HARDLY WAIT! CLAUDIA SCREWED ON THE NOZZLE. “THERE WE GO. OHH, LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIFUL ASS. LUCKY ME!” SHE SAID. “LUCKY ME,” I SHOT BACK. “LUCKY YOU IS RIGHT”, SHE ADDED. “NOT EVERY DAY YOU GET TO HAVE AN ENEMA SESSION LIKE THIS, ESPECIALLY WITH SOMEONE LIKE ME. I AM THE REAL DEAL, HONEY, AND YOU ARE ALL MINE TONIGHT!” SHE WAS SHOWING HER NASTY SIDE, AND I LOVED IT!
EVERYTHING WAS NOW READY. SHE WHEELED THE IV STAND OVER TO THE TABLE, RIGHT NEXT TO MY ASS. IT LOOKED A LOT BIGGER NOW THAT IT WAS HANGING RIGHT ABOVE ME--- BIGGER THAN TWO QUARTS ANYWAY. SHE THEN BEGAN LUBRICATING MY ANUS, INSERTING HER FINGER DEEP INTO MY RECTUM SEVERAL TIMES. OH GOD! THIS WAS GOING TO BE INCREDIBLE. AND WE WERE ONLY JUST GETTING STARTED! “I NEED TO LUBRICATE YOU REAL GOOD BECAUSE THIS LITTLE ASSHOLE IS GOING TO BE VERY BUSY FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF HOURS, AND IT’S GOING TO GET STRETCHED OPEN PRETTY WIDE”, SHE PROCLAIMED.
CLAUDIA SNATCHED THE NOZZLE FROM IT’S HOLDER, SNAPPED HER GLOVE, THEN ANNOUNCED, “WELCOME TO YOUR FIRST ENEMA, LOVER BOY!” SHE PLACED THE TIP OF THE NOZZLE UP TO MY ASSHOLE, THEN… THWACK!... RELEASED THE CLAMP.
HERE IT CAME! I COULD HEAR THE WATER SWISHING DOWN THE HOSE, AND AS IT ENTERED THE NOZZLE, IT SHOT OUT OF THE BULB HEAD LIKE A SPRAYER. I LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR AND WATCHED AS THE NOZZLE SPRAYED ICE COLD WATER ONTO MY WELL-LUBRICATED ANUS WHICH CAUSED MY SPHINCTER TO TIGHTEN IN ANTICIPATION. THEN SUDDENLY AND WITHOUT ANY HESITATION, …..SHE ENTERED ME. SHE SHOVED IN THE NOZZLE WITH ONE SWIFT MOTION. HOLY SHIT!!! IMMEDIATELY, I FELT THE WATER FLOWING IN. IT WAS COLD! THE NOZZLE WAS ABOUT AS BIG AS I HAD EVER EXPERIENCED, AND IT WENT DEEP INTO MY ASSHOLE. ALL 7 INCHES OF IT. SHE MANEUVRED IT IN AND OUT, AND SIDE TO SIDE. TEASING ME. SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT SHE WAS DOING AND WAS GETTING OFF ON IT. I WANTED TO CUM. I DECIDED TO WAIT. WE WERE JUST GETTING STARTED, AND IT FELT REALLLLLY GOOD. I WRITHED ON THE PADDED TABLE AS SHE GAVE ME THE FIRST ENEMA. THE NOZZLE WAS TIGHT IN MY ASSHOLE, AND I COULD FEEL THE COOL WATER SPLASHING AGAINST THE WALLS OF MY RECTUM, FILLING IT, THEN GOING DEEP INSIDE. THIS WENT ON FOR OVER TEN MINUTES, THE WHOLE TIME --HER THERE , MAKING IT ALL HAPPEN, NOZZLE FIRMLY IN HER GRASP, PULLING IT ALMOST ALL THE WAY OUT THEN SHOVING IT BACK IN. OOHH GOD SHE WAS GOOD! SHE MILKED IT. COAXING IT. TEASING IT, KNOWING THAT SOON I WAS GOING TO CUM. HOW COULD I NOT? SHE HAD ME IN HER CONTROL, AND I LOVED IT. I TRUSTED HER. LOVED HER, ACTUALLY. SHE JUST KEPT MOVING THE LONG BLACK NOZZLE IN AND OUT OF MY ASSHOLE AS THE COLD WATER FLOWED.
AND THEN SUDDENLY… I CAME!!
OH….. MY…..…GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AN ORGASM WITH WINGS!!! ALL OVER THE PLACE. I STRUGGLED TO CATCH MY BREATH. SHE ALLOWED ME TO STAY WITH THAT EXPERIENCE, RIDING IT OUT LIKE A WAVE. I’M OK. I THOUGHT. I AM GOLDEN. WHEW! WHAT JUST HAPPENED? I SAVORED IT . BIG SMILE ON MY FACE. AND HERS. SHE KNEW WHAT SHE HAD JUST DONE.
WOW! AND WITH THAT, IT WAS OVER. AND I WAS OFF TO THE TOILET.
ROUND TWO –AN EVEN BIGGER ENEMA (TO BE CONT’D)
Another wonderful story.
Thank you J.
AS I CAME IN THE DOOR FROM SCHOOL, MY AUNT GEN GREETED ME AND SAID “YOU LOOK FLUSH. I THINK I SHOULD TAKE YOUR TEMPERATURE. MAN”. I HEADED UP TO HER BEDROOM KNOWING I WAS PROBABLY GOING TO GET AN ENEMA. ON AT LEAST A DOZEN OCCASIONS SHE HAD GIVEN ME AN ENEMA WHICH ALWAYS EXCITED ME. TODAY WAS NO EXCEPTION. SHE HAD ME DISROBE AND UP ONTO HER SPECIAL PADDED TABLE. “LET’S SEE WHAT’S GOING ON WITH YOU”, SHE SAID AS SHE PULLED A THERMOMETER FROM A DRAWER.
I COULD SEE MY ASS IN THE MIRROR WHICH SHE MOVED CLOSE TO THE END OF THE TABLE.
SHE LUBRICATED MY ASSHOLE, SHOOK THE THERMOMETER, THEN QUICKLY INSERTED IT DEEP INTO MY RECTUM. IT WAS TIGHT AS THE THERMOMETER WAS 4 TIMES THE SIZE OF A NORMAL RECTAL THERMOMETER. AS SHE TOOK MY TEMPERATURE, SHE REACHED FOR THE PHONE AND DIALED. “HI, CLAUDIA. YOU BUSY?”
CLAUDIA – No, what’s up?
GEN- I’m taking my nephew’s temperature and he seems somewhat impacted. Just wondering
If you could come by and give me a hand. This may turn into something more.
CLAUDIA- I would love it. Be there in a couple minutes.
GEN- Oh. Can you bring your Enema equipment? Yours is rather extensive as I recall.
CLAUDIA - Absolutely!
Three minutes later I could hear her enter down stairs.
GEN – I’m up here. Lock the front door would you?
Up the stairs she came, and as she entered the room and saw Gen holding the thermometer in my ass, she commented…..
CLAUDIA – Oh my! Who is this pretty boy with the tight little ass?
GEN – This is my nephew Gary, and he seems to be impacted.
CLAUDIA –Let me have a look.
She switched places with Gen and began moving the thermometer in and out slowly.
CLAUDIA – Oh yeah, he is definitely impacted. We’re going to need to clean him out.
She pulled out the thermometer and looked at Gen.
CLAUDIA – He’s going to need an Enema. Maybe several.
GEN – You’re the boss. You want to have the honors? I’ll be your assistant?
CLAUDIA – That’s what I came over for.
I looked at Claudia closely for the first time. She came over fully prepared, dressed in a tight dress. Her blouse was unbuttoned so that I could see her ample breasts in her black bra.
Gen looked at me and said,
GEN – You’re in for a real treat today. Claudia is a licensed Enema Nurse and very
And nasty, I wanted to say, but didn’t. I just managed “Oh really?”
GEN - You’ll find out soon enough.
CLAUDIA – I normally start out with a two quart Enema. But to be certain, I’d like to probe
his rectum to see what we’re dealing with.
She went to her collection and produced a long stainless steel probe.
CLAUDIA – Let’s get you nice and lubricated. Your tight little asshole is going to be getting
some rather large nozzles this afternoon. You like the sound of that? Hmm?
She inserted the probe deep into my asshole and began to move it all around, twisting it, turning it, pulling it out then shoving it all the way back in……..several times. The sensation was incredible and I now had a sizable erection.
CLAUDIA – Everyone’s rectum is different, and I like to know just what kind of nozzle to use
as well as what size Enema.
She pulled out the probe and said…
CLAUDIA - Well, I was wrong, Gen. He has a very long rectum, so we’re going to start with
a three quart Enema instead.
GEN – Okay. Let’s get started.
They both seemed rather excited, and I got the feeling they had been planning this for some time. Gen grabbed the three quart red bag and began filling it. She attached a long red hose, a steel clamp, then hung it on an IV stand.
GEN – Which nozzle do you want first, Claudia?
CLAUDIA – Let’s start with the butt-sweeper nozzle. Ever used it?
GEN – Don’t believe I have.
CLAUDIA – Oh wow. You’re going to love it. It sprays a jet stream out of the bulb head.
Let’s have a look.
Claudia attached the nozzle to the hose, held it over the sink, and released the clamp. Seconds later a dozen tiny jets of water came spurting out of the bulb head of the nozzle.
GEN – Oh my word! That’s got to be quite a sensation.
CLAUDIA – Oh yeah. Wait till it’s deep inside him and I release the clamp. His face is going to
light up. Not to mention his penis. It’s a very erotic and intense nozzle.
GEN – I’ll say!
CLAUDIA – Shall we?
GEN – By all means!
Gen wheeled the IV stand over to the table as Claudia moved a tall stool into place. She was now staring directly at my ass and my legs suspended in the air in the stirrups.
CLAUDIA – Okay, Gary. We’re about to get started. This is going to be intense and you’re going
to want to cum. But I want you to try and hold off because you are probably going
to be getting another Enema after this one. And it’s going to be even bigger.
She looked at Gen as she grabbed the nozzle.
CLAUDIA – You do have a four quart bag, don’t you?
GEN – Of course.
CLAUDIA – Good. We’re probably going to need it. Let’s just see how he does with this.
Here we go.
Claudia moved the nozzle ever so slowly up to my asshole, twirled it several times then….
CLAUDIA – Brace yourself. You’re about to get an Enema. And a fairly good sized one!
And with that, she shoved the butt sweeper nozzle in with one quick thrust, demonstrating her skill as a nurse. Damn! It was huge, and I could feel my asshole stretched as it went in. She pulled it back several inches and held it in position about two inches into my rectum. Without hesitation she reached for the clamp, then released it. THWACK!! It made a loud sound and I knew immediately I was getting an Enema. How could I not? She was right. My face lit up and my penis jumped. The nozzle was spraying a jet stream against the walls of my rectum right where there is major sensation just beyond my anus. HOLY SHIT!!, I exclaimed. Claudia looked at Gen with a big smile on her face and said..
CLAUDIA – Told ya! Let’s just see where this nozzle wants to go.
She began sliding it in deeper and deeper until it was buried all the way in my asshole. Looking in the mirror confirmed it. Claudia was now giving me a three quart Enema with a nozzle that was spraying against the walls of my rectum in all directions. I could hardly stand it. I could feel an eruption building inside my loins. But she would not let me cum.
CLAUDIA – You have a long way to go! Pace yourself.
GEN – Oh he’s feeling this for sure. You enjoying this?
“Oh God yes!”, I shouted.
Gen held my ankles as Claudia administered the Enema. It seemed to be taking a long time,
Which I remember commenting on….to which Claudia replied…
CLAUDIA - This is nothing compared to your next one.
GEN – You are really good at this, Claudia. And I must say from the expression on your face,
you seem to be enjoying it.
CLAUDIA – Oh yes. That’s why I am an Enema Nurse. I truly love it. And when I can have a
cute little ass like this one to work with, I enjoy it even more.
She looked up at the bag.
CLAUDIA –What do we have, about another quart left?
Gen felt the bag.
GEN – Just about a quart.
I on the other hand was rather helpless, lying on my back on the table, my legs high in the air, as Claudia just kept moving the nozzle in and out of my asshole….the whole time smiling as she watched it spray all three quarts inside me.
Finally, we were done! I was full.
CLAUDIA – Okay. That was very successful. Congratulations, young man. You just got a
three quart Enema. Which, in the Enema world, is nothing….as you are about to find
She pulled out the nozzle, slapped my butt then said…
CLAUDIA – Off to the John. Take as much time as you need. I want all that out of you.
I must have spent a good twenty minutes on the John making sure I was completely empty, the whole time reminiscing about the experience I just had. I knew however I was now going to be getting what Gen once referred to as The Big E. I was going to be getting my very first four quart Enema. My heart was racing. But I was excited. I knew it would be one of the most intense and erotic experiences of my life, and I trusted Claudia to give it to me.
I entered the room to be greeted by Gen and Claudia who now seemed to be much more stern.
CLAUDIA – Okay. Enuf of the child’s play. It’s time I gave you a real Enema. Back up on the
table. Gen is going to take your temperature again.
As Gen took my temperature, I could not take my eyes off the real issue at hand. I watched Claudia open a cabinet door and there it was: a bright red Four Quart Enema bag with the letters -- “4 Qt.”-- written on the side. Claudia wasted no time filling it. She fastened on a long red hose and hung it upside down on the IV stand. My eyes bugged out. Claudia had filled it so full it was bulging at the seams. She noticed me watching her and said…
CLAUDIA – It’s a lot bigger than you thought, huh? This is going to be quite the ride, honey.
This is The Big E!!
Gen finished taking my temperature.
GEN – I think we are good to go!
CLAUDIA – Why don’t you move this in place, Gen. I’m going to get my signature nozzle.
Gen wheeled the IV stand over next to my ass as Claudia went into her collection of nozzles.
She opened a case and held up the nozzle she was going to use. It was massive….10 inches long, jet black, with a very thick bulb at the end. Once again with tiny spray holes. I began to breathe heavily.
CLAUDIA – Look what we have here!
GEN – Oh wow! Claudia, that is sensational. Let me see that.
They both admired it, running their fingers along its shaft.
GEN – You think he can take this?
CLAUDIA – This is Claudia you’re talking to, girl. He’s definitely going to take it. Trust me.
By now the anticipation was killing me.
CLAUDIA – It’s Enema time!
Claudia attached the nozzle to the long red hose and began lubricating it as Gen simultaneously lubricated my asshole.
CLAUDIA – Stick your finger into his ass several times, Gen, and get his asshole ready. This
GEN – No shit!
CLAUDIA – Here we go.
Claudia placed the tip of the nozzle up to my asshole and moved it around so I could feel its size. Then slowly, slowly she began inserting it. She knew just how to get it in. She twirled it, pulled it back, twirled it, went in an inch, then two, then…holy shit I could feel my asshole stretched to its maximum…..and the huge nozzle went in!!!!!
“Holy fucking shit!” I shouted.
CLAUDIA – Here we go!
She released the clamp which made an even louder… THWACK… as if to announce what was happening. This was the Big E. And it was intense! I writhed all over the table as Claudia held the nozzle and Gen held my ankles which were firmly strapped in to the leather stirrups. The Enema took almost fifteen minutes, the whole time Claudia holding the nozzle firmly in her grasp.
CLAUDIA – Oh yeah, you thought the last one was something, didn’t you. This is what an
Enema is honey. It’s nothing if you don’t feel the pressure. You are going to
get cleaned out but good. And I like giving big Enemas. Like this one. And you are
getting every bit of it!
She was firm and in control. And I now had a full erection.
GEN – Look at that!
CLAUDIA – Yes, look at that. He’s taking every bit of it. And I know his little asshole is
feeling the size of that nozzle, aren’t you?
“Oh my God!” was all I could muster. I was in a state of delirium, watching as they went
about this. I could tell they were enjoying watching me writhe on the table in an effort to deal with it. And as the last drops of the four quart bag were emptying, I came in a huge burst. It was the most incredible orgasm of my life!
Claudia looked at me and said..
CLAUDIA – Good for you. Good for you!
Then she looked at Gen and said…
CLAUDIA – We should do this again sometime!
Thank you "D"
A Spanking Story
I'm a young man, upper teens, and you are my kinky auntie I am staying with. You have begun disciplining me on occasion, though you have been very easy and allowed me modesty and always spanked me over my pajamas or boxers. You've noticed that I've gotten an erection the last couple of times you've spanked me, which I've desperately tried to hide. An erection means i'm really desperate for the discipline, in your opinion. You also greatly enjoy spanking me, and it gives you a thrill to think that I get an erection and that I'm so embarrassed by it. You are dying to get an excuse to really let me have it, turn my bottom bright red and cover it in welts all the while taking every advantage to really explore between my cheeks - the ultimate embarrassment. Punishments, you believe, should be painful, of course, but also...extremely embarrassing.
You are very private and have repeatedly warned me about violating your privacy. You caught me last week in your room looking in a drawer. You immediately fetched a belt from your closet, ordered me to drop my pants and bend over the bed, and gave me a severe strapping over my boxer shorts. You could see my penis was hard before I bent over, so you made me stand in front of you, hands on my head, while you lectured me about privacy. You promised the next time I violated your privacy like that, you would punish me extremely severely, and that it would be on my bare bottom.
Today you discovered that I was in your room, on your computer and was looking at embarrassing photos you have of yourself where you are partially naked. You are very angry. You are glad to get your chance to really burn my bottom, but you are also really upset with me and want to make sure I am punished severely enough to never do it again. You know from the computer history. When I come home, you sit me down and confront me. I lie at first, and you slap me across the face. You yell at me that I am really in for it, and that I had better fess up right away. I am already going to be spanked, whipped, paddled and caned till my bottom is raw, and if I don't fess up, you won't stop till my both my cheeks are bloody. I admit what I did. We sit down and discuss what I've done and why. I admit I need to be punished and that I have fantasized about it. You tell me you have fantasized about punishing me, and that while you are going to enjoy it, the punishment will be very real. You also tell me that because I violated your privacy so badly, you are going to take away mine. I will have to earn my privacy back. I ask what you mean by that, and you tell me I will find out exactly what you meant tonight, but that you are going to become intimately familiar with my most private parts, moments and thoughts. I hadn't expected that. I protest that it's bad enough that you are going to punish my bottom so harshly, and that I'm a grown man and you shouldn't be seeing my privates. I have some nerve, you tell me, to think I deserve privacy when I didn't respect yours. I clearly have a lot to learn tonight and you have your work cut out for you.
You have already fetched the instruments for my punishment. you point to table where there is a paddle, belt, hairbrush and cane. Also, there is some cream on the table. I'm not sure what that is for....
You tell me to stand up and take off my cloths. I strip to my tighty whities and you can see an erection. I am embarrassed to take off my underpants and resist - having you see my hard penis is mortifying. You are fed up. You stand up and rip them down. You take my erection in your left hand and begin spanking me - I am in shock at having your hands on these parts, and how much it hurts without fabric protecting my soft skin.
You explain to me that having you see my hard penis should be the least of my worries, and that the state of my bottom in a couple of hours should be my main concern. Further, I would be quickly getting used to you seeing my intimates. It will get much worse than just my penis.
I argue a bit and you realize you had better strip me of any dignity early. You tell me that you want me to keep my penis hard during my whole punishment because you know how much it embarasses me, but that i had better not ejaculate or you would double my punishment. You tell me to sit down next to you. You take my penis in your hand and examine it along with my testicles. Then you spank it. I try to stop you, but you slap me and tell me to take my punishment and that you are going to be spanking all of my privates, including my bottom hole. I can't believe it. Having you see my spread bottom is the most embarrassing thing I can think of.
Reminding me to keep my penis hard, you pull me over your knee. I blush as it hits your thigh. I clench my cheeks in a last effort at modesty, but you quickly make me pull my legs apart. I can feel my cheeks spread and i know you can see my little hole. You pull apart my cheeks. You have been waiting for this moment and you admire my clean, cute little hole. you run your fingers over it as I gasp. You tell me how what a nice little hole I have, and that you are going to get to know it very well. You spank me. reminding me just how little privacy I have by grabbing my penis to make sure it is hard and pushing on my bottom hole.
When you are done, you tell me to get on my hands and knees and present my bottom for ten with the paddle. You push on my back, making me arch it, so my bottom is nice and spread. I remark that this is so embarrassing. You push my head down and tell me to spread my cheeks. Miss! I scream. I won't do it. You take the paddle, reach your arm around my waist, taking hold of my penis, and give me three hard ones. You tell me you aren't going to start counting until you've thoroughly examined my bottom, inside and out. I relent, fall on my shoulders, reach my hands back and spread my cheeks for you. You closely examine me, admiring my perfect little bottom hole, forcing me to pucker it and spread it wide while you prod it and even put your finger in it. When your finger enters, I am shocked and pull away a bit, but you tell me to keep my bottom presented and my whole spread.
The punishment proceeds, and you make it clear to me that my most intimate parts are going to be prodded and pulled to your pleasing. You realize that a light rub of my rectum causes my penis to swell, so you use this to your advantage to make sure I am hard during my punishment. I spend alot of time with my bottom high in the air being punished while you can see my spread bottom hole, balls dangling and hard penis. You pull my penis from behind during the punishment. You are very tough on me and do not tolerate disobedience during the punishment. You aren't afraid to give me extra strokes or even start over because I refuse to get back into position or curse.
You put me in every embarrassing position I can imagine, my butt in the air with my legs apart, my butt in the air, legs closed but with my hard penis tucked so you can see it while you punish me, my legs pulled back while over your knee. You aren't afraid to grab onto my penis if I am moving too much, and your finger finds its way into my hole when it pleases you.
Finally, with my bottom a red, welted a mess, and my dignity in tatters, and I think it can't get any worse, you inform me that we are going to the bathroom and you will be giving me an enema so I fully understand what it is like to have no privacy. every body function is your domain and under your control...
A new story, July
Thank you, Stv.
As Jean stripped down to her panties, and as I tied her to the weight bench I explained, “Jean three weeks ago just before we were going to make love you told me that you had been a bad girl. A moment later I asked what happened to bad girls, and you said, “They get spanked.” I asked if you should get your spanking before we make love, and you said, “It will be a lot more fun if I do”. I spanked every inch of your bottom hard three times with my hand. I bent you over my weight machine, spanked you again, and said in frustration, “I wish I had something that would get your attention.” You said, “You could use your belt.” I got my inch and a half wide eighth inch thick leather belt from the closet and whipped your ass six times as hard as I could. You rubbed your bottom with both hands all the way to the bedroom.”
“Jean, a few days ago I caught you lying to me. I asked if you have been a bad girl, and you said yes. I asked if that had been the only time, and you said no. I asked if it was time for you to be spanked, and you nodded.” I said as I finished tying your wrists. I continued, “I asked you at that time to make me a list of all the reasons that you have been a bad girl. I told you not to make any plans for Saturday, today, because you were going to be punished.”
Jean was kneeling on the foam pads of my weight machine. Her toes were touching the carpet. I wrapped a necktie around the 1 x 2 steel channel between her knees. I wrapped each leg with the necktie, and tied them tight behind her knees securing her legs. She was bent over and lying on a pillow placed on top of the padded seat. Her bottom was high in the air. A necktie secured her waist close to the top of the machine. Her forearms were tied to the bars perpendicular to her body just above her head.
I walked to our bedroom closet, retrieved my new toys, and returned to Jean’s cotton covered bottom. I showed her the two-foot long leather strap I had cut, folded, glued, and oiled from my leather belt. I showed her the lacquered and waxed, round, eight inch wide, three eights inch thick black plywood paddle I had made for her bottom.
“Jean you have written down eight reasons why you have been a bad girl on this list. You have been spanked for three of them during your last punishment. I’ll save those three for the strap. You have nothing to worry about while your panties are up. Your punishment will be applied to your bare bottom, and I’m not going to waist my time using my hand.” I said reading the first offense on the list.
I stated the first offense, picked up the black paddle, stepped behind her, and pulled down her panties. I started in the middle and in a spiral pattern paddled every inch of her bottom. Without a word I brought the paddle down again centered on her bottom, and in a spiral paddled every inch of her bottom again.
I read the second offense. I brought the paddle down hard in the middle of each cheek three times.
I read the third offense and said, “Three more times in the middle of each cheek.” Jean allowed herself a controlled, “Ow” after each stroke.
I pulled her panties back up, kissed her forehead, and said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I returned with a wet washcloth, pulled her hair back from her face, and wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks. I held the washcloth over Jean’s nose and had her clear her nose several times.
“Jean, I’m going to combine five and six because they are nearly the same offense.” I stated and continued, “You will be given six very hard strokes of the paddle. The first two will be just above each thigh. The second two will be dead center of each cheek, and the last two will be just below your waist high on your bottom. You will count each stroke and say, “I’ve been a bad girl. I’ll be a good girl from now on.” If you forget the count or what to say, we’ll start again from the beginning.”
Jean barely eked out six and her promise to be a good girl when I pulled her panties over her bottom. I let her sob for nearly five minutes before I wiped her face and eyes with a cold washcloth. I held the cloth over her nose, and she cleared several times. Twenty minutes later she had finally calmed down.
“Jean, it took almost thirty minutes for you to recover from your last spanking. The last three offenses on your list deserve the strap. Do you want to wait until tomorrow for your punishment?” I asked.
Jean looked over her shoulder and shot back, “I wrote the list. I know what I deserve. Are you going to finish this?”
Several minutes later I walked back into the room, kissed Jean on the forehead, and said, “I’m going to finish this.” I pulled her panties down to her knees, picked up the strap, brought it high above my head, and down hard across her bottom. Jean yelped. I read offense number six, and brought the strap down five more times. Jean had six one inch wide welts on her bottom evenly spaced from the top of her thighs to the bottom of her waist.
I put down the strap, picked up the paper, and read offense number seven. “Jean this is the third time that we’ve talked about this. You will count each stroke of the strap, and say ‘I’ll be a good girl.’ I brought the strap down on top of the six welts across her bottom. Each turned a deeper red, and rose farther from her bottom. Jean could barely say, “Six. I’ll be a good girl.” I put down the strap. Pulled up her panties, and wiped her face and nose with a cold wash cloth.
Several minutes later I returned to the room. Jean had stopped sobbing. I wiped her face again, and sat down next to her. “Jean the last offense is the worst one of all. It’s last because you knew your bottom wouldn’t be able to take anymore when I was done. I was going to cut several thick switches from the back yard, but I decided your bottom couldn’t take it. You’ll receive ten continuous strokes of the strap. You will know when I’m done.” I stated.
I stood to Jean’s left side and laid down four diagonal welts across her bottom. I moved to her right side and laid down four more diagonal welts making multiple Xs across her bottom. I raised the strap above my head, and brought it down hard in the crack of her ass. The end of the strap crushed her bare pussy a quarter of an inch. While she screamed, I brought the strap down again. I punished Jean many, many times. The second scream was her last.
I wiped her face with a cold washcloth, and untied her arms. She was vertical when I untied her knees wiping her face again. I helped her to her feet. She started rubbing her bottom vigorously with both hands as she ran toward the wall. After a few minutes I said, “Jean, go in our bedroom so you can see your bottom in the mirror. Then I want you to put the paddles away and get out the enema bag. Now it’s my turn.”
And here's the story:
It's 3:20 and I've just gotten home from school. Well, not exactly. I was suspended for 3 days for smoking. I'm pretending I'm going to school because I don't want to tell my new Governess, Ms. Mary. My parents are away for most of the year and left her in charge. When she first arrived, she explained to me that she was very strict and that any disobedience would result in my bottom being punished. I am too old to be spanked (I'm 17!), and I didn't really think she'd do it. That is until I got caught smoking in the backyard. She saw me and my friend James doing it. She didn't say anything at first, but when she came in my room that night to make sure I was going to bed, she told me what she saw and spanked me over my pajama bottoms. It didn't hurt a lot, but I hadn't been spanked since I was a child, so it was very humiliating. When she was done, she showed me her implement chest. Paddles, canes, hairbrushes, etc. She promised me that if I were caught smoking again I'd get the cane on my bare bottom. I didn't really believe she'd actually go that far, but I don't intend to find out!
Anyway, I forged her signature on the school suspension letter, and I've been spending my days at the mall. It gets kind of boring, actually!
It's the last day of my suspension. When I arrive home, Ms. Mary is standing in the foyer. She is holding a letter and looks really peeved. My stomach starts twisting....
"David, do you know what this?"
"No Ma'am, what is it?" I say totally innocently.
"It's a letter from your school. It says something about you being suspended from school the last 3 days for smoking."
I swallow hard. I'm caught, so there's no sense in trying to hide anything. "Yes Ma'am, I did get suspended from school."
Ms. Mary approaches me quickly and pulls me by the ear to her bedroom, with me apologizing profusely the whole way. Taking a seat on her desk chair, she orders me to strip to my boxers. I do as I'm told.
"Now, young man, you have lied to me, you have disobeyed me, and you have gotten into big trouble at school. Do you know how much trouble you are in?"
I don't know how to answer that. I don't really know how much trouble I am in. "I know I've been very bad, Ma'am, and I deserve to be punished....what are you going to do?"
Ms. Mary smiles and motions for me to approach her. She pulls me over her knee and begins rubbing my bottom over my boxers.
"David, you are going to learn today just how tough I am. I will not tolerate this sort of behavior from my charge. We are going to make sure that you won't even consider disobeying me again."
I am getting really nervous. What is she going to do to me?
"Please Ma'am, I'm really really sorry!"
"No, you aren't. But you will be by the time I am through with you. You are going to be punished severely, young man. I suspect that you will crying profusely in short order. And I don't suspect that you will be sitting for the rest of the week."
With that, Ma'am begins spanking me over my boxer shorts. It hurts a lot, and I'm wondering if she is going to pull them down. It just doesn't seem right that she would bare my bottom like that. I'm almost a grown man!
I begin whining as the pain increases. Just when I think I can't take anymore, Ma'am pulls my boxers down just enough to expose my bottom. I let out a gasp at the shock and embarrassment. She begins spanking me again on my bare skin. She spanks me for what seems like forever, and by the end I am thoroughly exhausted.
"Stand up and put your hands on your head." I do as instructed, standing before her with my boxers still on, put pulled down in the back to expose my buttocks.
Ms. Mary reaches into her chest and pulls out a hairbrush. Gulp! She sits down in front of me again and looks me in the face.
"You aren't going to need these anymore!" she says as she pulls my boxers down to my ankles in a swift motion.
"Ma'am, No!" I say, as I reach down to cover my privates.
"Get your hands back on your head, young man!" Ms. Mary says very firmly.
"But Ma'am! I..I..." Ms. Mary grabs my hands and puts them back on my head herself. Sitting back down in front of me, I feel myself turn red as she is staring directly at my genitals.
"Naughty boys don't get any privacy while they are being punished. Besides, you will be in way too much pain in a minute to be worried about being embarrassed. Now get back over my knee."
I begin to cry. I can't believe what is happening! I walk over to Ms. Mary, and obediently lay over her knees, my boxers still around my ankles. She begins spanking me hard, and I am immediately in full-throated distress: "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'ammmmm pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeasseeeeeeeeeeee! It hurts! owwwwwwwwww!" But the spanking doesn't stop. I begin kicking and bucking, but Ms. Mary pins my legs under hers. All I can do now is scream and cry, which I am surely doing.
"If you act like a child, you are punished like a child. Your bottom is going to be so sore when I am done with you! You can cry all you want but it's not going to stop me from punishing you until I am sure you won't repeat this behavior!"
My bottom feels like it is on fire. Each strike hurts more than the last. By time she is finished, I am blubbering like a baby and covered in sweat. When it finally stops, I open my eyes and see that the floor is covered in my tears and drool. I can't believe she really punished me like this!
"Stand up, hands on your head." I am not going protest anymore. I do as instructed. I feel so embarrassed standing in front of her, completely exposed, still crying. I look down at the floor to avert her gaze.
"Look at me!" I do so immediately. "That was just the first part of your punishment. Get on your hands and knees on the bed." She reaches down and motions for me to step out of my boxer shorts. I comply and walk over to the bed. I get on my hands and knees, rounding my back so as to protect my privates. I look back and see Ms. Mary standing behind me with a long wooden cane. She is really going to cane my bare bottom! I begin to cry again. "Oh nooooooo!"
"That will not do at all," Ms. Mary says as she pushes my lower back down. "I want your bottom out, presented for the cane." The new position, I realize, has exposed my bottom hole to Ma'am. I reach back and cover it.
"Ma'am, no! You can't see that! Please!" I say through my sobs.
Ms. Mary is standing with her hands on her hips. She looks very annoyed.
"You have a lot to learn about what I can and can't do, young man. And one thing I can definitely do is see your bottom hole. I think we will deal with little situation right now."
She slaps my hand and I pull it away, exposing myself to her again. I can't believe she is seeing even my most private parts!
Ms. Mary grabs me by the back of my hair and pushes my head down. "Get your head down and your bottom up." What is she going to do? I can hardly stand the embarrassment! I do as I am told and find myself with my bottom up, my cheeks stretched, exposing myself completely. I am openly sobbing from the embarrassment. "Young man, you need to understand that there is no modesty for naughty boys. I can and will see every part of you when you are naughty. You will only get privacy and modesty if you earn them through good behavior. Now, reach back and spread your cheeks wide for me."
I hesitate. I can't believe what she is asking!
"Now! You heard me! You are already getting a hard caning. Do you want to be caned bloody?"
"No Ma'am!" I reach back and pull my cheeks apart. I can feel my hole open up. She is now staring inside me. I am in complete disbelief at my predicament.
"Wider!" I pull as hard as I can.
"This is what happens to naughty boys! They end up with their punished bottoms up in the air with their cheeks spread! How do you feel?"
"Very embarrassed, Ma'am!" I say through my sobs.
Good! You deserve to be embarrassed, just like you deserve to have your bottom caned. You should be even more embarrassed by your behavior."
"I am so so sorry Ma'am!" I mean it. I am sorry.
"I know you are. But you will be even sorrier in a minute. Now get back into your punishment position. Hands and knees, bottom presented."
I somberly obey, pulling myself back up on my hands. I am still crying, but just sniffling now. My face is stained with tears and my eyes are itchy.
"You are going to learn just how strict I am. I suspect you have never been caned before. Am I correct?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I say meekly. She is pacing behind me, holding her long cane.
"Well, it will hurt a lot. And you deserve it. I've chosen my longest cane, and I intend to bring it down on your bottom hard. Each stroke will welt your skin and may even break it. You are going to get at least 12 strokes. How many depends on you."
Omigod, omigod, omigod! 12?! What did she mean by at least 12??? Should I ask or will that make her angrier?
"I am going to be very tough on you during this caning, David. You need strict discipline, and I intend to give it you. You are to stay in proper position during the caning. No clenching and do not round your back! Do you understand?"
"Good. Because if you do, the strokes will not count. Likewise if you rub without my permission. And if you come out of position completely, you will get one added. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am!" My stomach is in knots. How hard will it be to stay in position? How much will this hurt? What if I can't obey and I round my back? How many will she give me?
Ms. Mary rests the cane on my bottom. It feels light, and I begin to wonder if it will really hurt as much as she says.
Ms. Mary raises the cane. "You are not to smoke again while you are under my care, do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am!" The cane comes down right on the center of my bottom. It feels like a knife, and fire radiates out from the center of the blow. I immediately scream out "Owwwwwww!" and come out of position, reaching my hands behind me to rub the stinging skin on my bottom. The rubbing alleviates the pain immensely, but I quickly remember what Ms. Mary said...
"Get back into position! Do you remember what I said just a few seconds ago?"
I quickly get back into position, bottom out. I am fully sobbing at the realization of the pain I am in and the even greater pain I am about to be in.
"That one didn't count. And I'll give you a warning because that was your first stroke, but if you come out of position like that again, the stroke will not count AND you will have a stroke added." she approaches me and pulls my head up by hair, forcing me to look into her eyes. "I want to make sure you understand this, because I will cane you raw if I have to. You WILL obey me."
"Yes Ma'am, I will!" I can't believe what is happening! I will never smoke again let alone lie to Ms. Mary, I think to myself.
The cane is rested on my bottom again. Before I can prepare myself, Ms. Mary has swung it up and down and I am again feeling the intense sting. It hurts so much! I let out another scream, but stay in position. Before I can recover fully, I feel the cane resting on my bottom again. Please wait, I think....
Whack! I begin to beg: "Ma'am pleeeeassssseeeeee...." followed by loud sobs. I am no longer concerned about crying. It hurts too much for that.
Ms. Mary waits about 20 seconds until I calm down. She brings the cane down on my bottom 3 times over the following 15 seconds, giving me just a few seconds in between strokes to absorb the sting. My bottom feels like it is being filleted. I know there's no point in begging, but I can't help it. The promises of good behavior and the "I'm sorrys" are coming out of my mouth at breakneck speed. The bed is covered in my tears.
"You will NEVER lie to me, is that clear, young man?"
"Yes Ma'am!" I shout. "Never again! I promiseeeeeeeeee!" The cane suddenly comes down on my bottom hard, and I gasp at the pain. Before I know it, it has come down again and then again, all within about 2 seconds. The last two strokes hit the same spot, and I howl in pain and round my back. I just couldn't help it. I immediately push my bottom out again and scream "I'm sorry, Ma'am, pleeeeasseee don't give me an extra stroke!!!!"
"You will take all 3 strokes again, David, right now." I begin to shout "No Ma'am, I can't...." but the cane is already coming down on my poor, poor bottom. I stay in position for the 3 strokes, which come as quickly as the last 3.
"That was 9. You have 3 more coming. They will be delivered extra hard."
I fall to my elbows, placing my face in my hands because I am sobbing so hard. I feel the cane rest on my bottom again and I brace myself. I WILL not come out of position...
"You may rub your bottom after this one, David, but you may not come out of position. You may rest your head on the bed and reach back with your hands, but your bottom is to remain presented."
The cane comes down harder than ever, and I yelp and reach back immediately. My head falls to the bed and my bottom juts out further. I reach back and rub vigorous, fully aware that Ms. Mary is watching as I rub my cheeks back and forth. I feel embarrassed, but I am in too much pain to care what she is seeing.
"That's enough! Back into position!" I obey immediately.
The cane comes down twice more, both times harder than ever. I cry and howl, but I stay in position. After the last stroke, Ms. Mary begins rubbing my bottom for me. It feels good.
"Your bottom is nice and striped," She says as she rubs each cheek with one hand. "You have taken quite a punishment, David. But you deserved it."
"Yes Ma'am, I did! Thank you for punishing me!" I am sniffling but no longer sobbing.
"Now that's more like it! You will realize one day that this for your own good. Smoking and lying are bad habits that you must be broken of when you are young. I will do my best to make sure that you leave this house a good and upright young man."
"Yes Ma'am." Her reasoning is solid...
"Now, you may lay down, but stay on the bed." Ms. Mary leaves the room. I feel utterly punished by her. I will never disobey her again, I think. When she returns, she holding ointment. She climbs onto the bed and pulls me over her knee. I am like putty in her hands. She places the ointment on my bottom and rubs it. It stings a bit but feels sort of good.
"Now, I think I have made it clear to you just how strict I am. You do understand that now, don't you?"
"Yes Ma'am," I say weakly because I am so exhausted.
"You will learn over the next year, while I am here, that I am very quick to bare your bottom for punishment. And should you get caught smoking or lying again...well, you get will get DOUBLE the cane strokes. Do not test me. I am not afraid to cane your bottom raw."
I believe her. I will not test her, I think to myself....
What Hot Spanking Story.
You are naughty 'D'.
You'll get what you deserve :)
Life with my new stepmom, Marybeth, is about to get very interesting. She married Dad about
6 months ago. Now he’s been called away on an important work-thing for like 6 months, and
he left her in charge of me. Last night she grounded me for a week for coming home past my
curfew! Not only that, but she threatened to “whip me on bare bottom until I was very sorry”
if I did anything else during my grounding, even though I’m practically 18! I have to admit, I
am a bit curious about being spanked by her. I’ve never been spanked or whipped or punished
like that at all, but I think want to. I watch spanking movies on the internet all the time. I love
watching girls getting punished. I had never really thought about what it would be like to be the
one getting punished, but since Marybeth’s threat I’ve been totally obsessing about it.
Marybeth told me to go to my room after dinner and do my homework because I’m grounded.
No TV, no internet unless it’s school related, and no phone. Yea right! What’s the worst she
could do, spank me? Lol. I’ve decided to watch some spanking movies tonight, since I’m
grounded anyways. I’m pretty sure she’s going to check up on me later, so I better do this before
that. While I do want to get spanked, I don’t want her to find out I like spanking porn!
I subscribe to this new site where girls get caned. I love caning, though I doubt I’d want to
experience it myself! It’s pretty extreme stuff (the site is called hardcaning, lol!). I just want
a plain old bare bottom spanking, and maybe a light whipping. I’ve been thinking a lot about
Marybeth stripping me naked and putting me over her knee. I really like the idea of her turning
my ass red.
Anyway…I sit down on my desk chair, put my headphones on so only I can hear the caning. I
pull my boxers down to my knees and then, cock in hand, start clicking away. I download a
caning video and start whacking. The story is kinda stupid. The girl pretended to be sick, so
her mother took her temperature. When she figures out she’s not sick, the mother gets a cane
and tells her she is going to be caned 50 times! A bit harsh just for playing hooky if you ask
me! I’m getting really excited watching the video. The mother canes the girl while she’s on
her elbows and knees with her butt in the air. Her vagina and butthole are fully visible as mom
begins the caning. Each stroke leaves a deep red mark that I find really sexy. The girl is quickly
screaming in pain. Mom makes her stay in position so her butt cheeks are spread the whole time.
By the time she gets to 20, each cheek is covered in cane marks. My cock is swelling as camera
gets a close-up of the girl’s spread ass. Her butthole is framed by deep red cane marks and she
is screaming loudly. Suddenly I can’t help but think I forgot to lock the door. I turn around to
Marybeth is standing right there! My life flashes before my eyes. I quickly try to close my
“Don’t you move a muscle, young man!” She yells. My face turns deep red as I cover my cock
with my hands.
“Put your hands on the table and don’t move them, David,” She says forcefully. I do as
“What is this you are watching?”
“It’s just a porno movie, Ma’am.” I call her Ma’am when I am in trouble, because it’s extra
“It’s more than just that. Turn it on. I only saw about 30 seconds of it and I want to see the
“Please Ma’am, don’t watch it!” I plead. This is too embarrassing. And she won’t even let me
put myself away!
Marybeth takes the mouse and restarts the movie herself. She watches calmly as the girl gets
25 strokes with her butt in the air. Then the mother makes the girl lean over the arm of a couch
with her legs pulled over her. She gets the next 25 like that. By the end of the movie, the girl’s
ass is totally raw. There’s barely any skin left it looks like, and she’s crying like a baby. I
look up at Marybeth to see how angry she is. She looks like she’s smirking a bit. I don’t know
what to make of that. Marybeth pauses the video at the end. The video stops on a shot that is
particularly raunchy. The camera is really close and shows a detailed view of the girl’s privates
and butthole, surrounded by terrible looking red marks across her whole bottom and upper legs.
I’m totally mortified. I just look down at my lap. My cock is no longer hard and is resting
between my legs.
“Weren’t you supposed to be doing your homework, David?”
“Yes Ma’am.” I can’t bear to look at her.
“Look at me, young man,” she says firmly but rather calmly. My eyes meet hers. Pure torture.
“And didn’t I tell you no internet unless it was for school?”
“Yes, you did Ma’am. I’m sorry.”
“It’s a little late for that. It’s an interesting coincidence that you are watching spanking
pornography. What did I tell you would happen if you got in trouble again?” She asks, smirking
again. Looks like I’m going to get my wish. I just wish it hadn’t happened like this!
“You said you’d spank me.” I can feel my cock getting hard again. This situation is
embarrassing, but I’m a bit excited.
“Yes, I did. And whip you, too. On your bare bottom, of course.” Hearing her say “bare
bottom” makes my cock swell. I am now fully erect again.
“So you think it’s acceptable to watch this sort of thing in my house, at your age?”
“Um….I don’t know Ma’am.”
“You like to watch girl’s getting caned like that?”
“This was my first time watching this sort of thing.” I lie.
“Really? So let’s check your history and see if that’s the case.” She begins moving my mouse.
“I was lying Ma’am! I’m sorry, I was just so embarrassed!”
“I see. OK, well, you are already in a lot of trouble. I know you’ve never been spanked before.
That’s going to change tonight. Anymore lying and I’ll get my wooden paddle. “
I swallow hard. “Yes, Ma’am, I won’t lie again!”
“So tell me, do you enjoy watching girls’ get caned like that?”
“I guess I do Ma’am.”
“What is it you like about it?”
“I don’t know. I guess I like to see their butts turn red and to see them crying.”
“I see. And how do you think that girl feels with her butt on display like that?”
“And how do you think it feels to be caned like that?”
“It would hurt Ma’am.”
“How do you think you would feel if I made you stick your butt in the air like that?”
“And what if I caned you until you were crying? Would you like that?”
“No, of course not Ma’am!” I say assertively. My cock is raging hard. I wonder if she can see
“Are you a little bit curious, David, what it would be like?”
“Ma’am?” What does she mean?
“I can see you are excited. I know you’ve never had discipline in your life. Your father told me.
I think you really need it.”
“Ummmmm…” I don’t know what to say! I begin to look down but she pulls me up by my chin
to keep eye contact.
“Tell me the truth, young man. Aren’t you a little bit curious what it will be like to have me
“I guess I am. I mean, I don’t know. I don’t know what I want.”
“That’s ok. Mommy is going to show you. I think you need tough discipline for awhile, and
I’m going to give it you over the next 6 months. Now stand up and take your boxer shorts off.
You’ve been bad and are going to be punished.” I do as instructed, and find myself standing
before her fully naked. I realize that my cock is still hard. I am a bit excited to be spanked,
though I’m also pretty scared.
“I am your Mommy now, David. And I will not tolerate this behavior. You are grounded and
you were sent to your room to do your homework. And I find you watching smut. I am going
to give you a taste of what that girl in video went through. Get on your elbows and knees on the
bed. I want your bottom pushed out just like the girl in the video.”
I swallow hard. I get on the bed on my hands and knees and look back at Marybeth. She looks
annoyed even though I give her my best puppy dog eyes. “On your elbows, bottom out!” she
I fall to my elbows and immediately feel cool air across the inside of my bottom as my cheeks
spread. I blush from the utter humiliation.
“How does this feel, to have Mommy looking at your bottom while it’s up in the air?” She says
as she pulls on each cheek, spreading my bottom further.
“Embarrassing, Ma’am!” I can’t believe what’s happening! She can see everything.
“Good. You deserve to be embarrassed.” She is holding my cheeks apart, pulling my butthole
open as she looks down at it.
“Do you like having me look at your bottom hole like this?” I can barely speak I’m so mortified.
I just moan.
“You better start answering my questions or you will be in even bigger trouble!”
“No Ma’am! “ I’m almost crying.
“But you like looking at girls in this position, don’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I say meekly.
“You like girl’s bottom holes, don’t you, David?”
“Yes.” I begin to cry a little bit. Even more humiliating. But my cock is harder than ever for
“What do you want to do when you see a girl’s bottom hole in one of those videos?”
“Um….touch it I guess.”
“I see. With your finger?” She begins to rub my butthole with her index finger. I gasp. It feels
“Yes Ma’am,” I say through some tears. “I’m sorry, I’ve learned my lesson! This is so
“You haven’t learned your lesson by a longshot, young man. Now, I want you to begin to
“Ma’am?!” I say as l look back at her. She must be joking.
“You are to masturbate while you are being punished. This punishment is as much about making
you embarrassed as anything. Now I want you to keep yourself hard, but you are not to cum, do
you understand me?”
“Um, yes, Ma’am.” I say meekly as I take my already hard cock in my hands. I must admit I am
feeling a bit excited by this situation even though I also feel mortified.
“If you cum, I will get my cane and you will be the sorriest boy in the state,” she says very
firmly. “Your bottom will look like the girl’s in the video.” I didn’t even know she had a cane.
“You wouldn’t really do that, would you, Ma’am?” The threat made my cock swell. What is
going on? I think I want her to cane me. I want to know more.
“Oh yes, I would. I am not afraid to give you 50 strokes with the cane, or even more, if you
deserve it. You deserve it already, but since I know this is the first time you’ve been punished
like this, I’m going to go easy on you. You are going to get a spanking and a whipping. It’s
going to hurt a lot, but it will be nothing compared to what you will get if you cum.”
“OK, OK Ma’am, I won’t cum.” I begin to masturbate slowly and carefully, my bottom turned
high for her punishment.
She begins to spank me with her hand. It hurts a lot. It’s very uncomfortable with my bottom
stretched so tight. I continue to pull at my cock as she slaps my ass again and again. It hurts
terribly, but my cock is begging for more. I feel humiliated and ashamed…and yet I almost
don’t want her to stop.
“And another thing, David,” she says as she continues to spank me. I don’t ever want to see you
looking at this smut again. Is that understood?”
“ohhhhhh, yes, Ma’aaaam!” I say as the pain is becoming more intense. I start to pull my bottom
“Get that bottom up!” she yells. I begin to cry a bit more. The spanking continues. I begin to
moan after each slap.
“ooooooo, Mommy, I’m sorry! It hurts!”
“I know it hurts! You’ve been a bad boy. This is what Mommy does to bad boys.”
I am crying loudly by the time she stops. I can’t believe how much that hurt! My erection
started to wane towards the end as the pain got intense, but it never really went away. I
desperately want to cum. Still in position, I reach back and feel my bottom. It is hot.
“How did that feel?”
“It hurt, Ma’am,” I say through my tears. “A lot.”
Marybeth smiles. “I know it did. But you needed it, didn’t you?”
“I guess I did, Ma’am.”
“I’m doing this because I love you like my son. You are my son now. And I want to give you
what you need.”
“Um, thank you, Ma’am,” I say as I swallow. Is she done?
“Now get on your loveseat, legs pulled back like the girl in the video. And I want you to keep
I guess she’s not done.
I do as I am told, pulling my legs back over my head. I look over and see her doubling up one
of my belts. She approaches me and looks down at my bottom. My legs are spread , and my
testicles are jutting out a bit. She pushes them down to my great surprise. I gasp. I’ve never had
a woman touch my testicles before. They are still jutting out, and I realize she is worried about
“You may cover your testicles. I don’t want to hit them.”
I cup them in my hand, my fingers reaching down to my butthole so as to protect all of my
most sensitive parts. But she pulls my hand down, exposing my butthole and most of the skin
between it and my testicles.
“Nope, you don’t get to cover all that. That’s part of the punishment. Unfortunately for you,
I think being whipped in this position means that your poor little butthole is going to get a
whipping, too. I don’t care how much it hurts. You are going to take 50 strokes with the belt
straight across the center of your ass.”
I want it. I let go and accept that I do. Before I know it, I’ve blurted out: “Yes, Ma’am, I do
deserve it. Please whip me!”
Marybeth smiles broadly. “I could tell you wanted it, David, because your penis is so hard. And
I want to do it you, too. I’m going to enjoy this, though I suspect you won’t enjoy it for long.
It’s going to hurt. But I want you to know that I’m doing this because you really need it and I
She pulls the belt high above her head. “You are to continue masturbating. Do not stop and
DO NOT cum. The belt comes down across the center of my spread ass. The leather hits both
cheeks but not the skin between. She whips me again and again. On the fifth stroke the belt hits
my butthole. I howl in pain, but can’t clench at all because of the position I am in.
By the tenth stroke, I am begging for her to stop or at least slow down. She ignores my cries.
The belt comes down again and again, every few strokes hitting the sensitive skin between my
cheeks. I lose my erection after the 15th stroke. Marybeth stops.
“I want you to get hard again,” she tells me. I pull at my cock but it’s not working.
“Looks like I’m going to have to help,” she says. She puts her finger in her mouth and wets
it, and then reaches down towards my butthole. She rubs it up and down, making me gasp
and moan. I can’t believe what is happening. My cock starts to get hard. She pushes into my
butthole, piercing my rectum. I let out a moan as her finger enters me. I am rock hard again.
Before I know it, the belt is coming down again and again on my sore bottom. When my
erection starts to wane, Marybeth brings it back quickly by pushing on my rectum. It’s like a
button for a hard-on.
By the time she gets to 45, I don’t think I can stand it anymore. I am screaming in pain. The last
5 strokes make me cry out “Mommmmiiieeee pleassseeeeeee” as I begin sobbing. She is finally
Rubbing my forehead, Marybeth gently shushes me. “It’s ok. It’s over.” I stop crying after a
“Now, you are going to cum in front of me. I’m making you do this because I want you to be
embarrassed by what you did.”
“I am Ma’am. I’ll never do it again.”
“Good. Now go ahead and begin. Do not cum until I say so.”
She is holding my legs back over my body as I pull at my cock. Looking me in the eyes, she
reaches down with one hand and presses on my rectum. My cock swells. I slow down so I don’t
cum. She begins to speak, telling me about what will happen the next time I get caught:
“If I see you looking at that smut again, so help me, you’ll get at least 50 strokes with the cane.
I’ll even go buy a long cane like the one in the movie so that it will hurt just as much.”
“I don’t think I could take it, Ma’am!” I want to find out more about this caning she has in mind.
“Let me make this clear to you, young man. If I catch you again looking at that smut, I will
give you 50 strokes on your bottom just like the girl in the video. Only I’ll be a much tougher
Mommy. You’ll have to keep your bottom out or you will get extra strokes. And if you can’t
take it, which you probably won’t be able to, I’ll take you into your father’s study and tie you up
over his ottoman. Then I’ll start over. By the time I done, your bottom will be totally raw and
you’ll be crying your eyes out.”
I swallow hard. I can’t believe she would really do that to me! I feel a deep swell of
excitement. I wonder what it would feel like, and what my butt would look like afterwards. I
wonder how much I would cry.
I imagine my ass in the air over the ottoman, my legs on either side, tied to the ottoman legs, so
that I am straddling it. My cock and balls would be hanging down, and my butt would be open
wide for her to see. She’d have given me 60 or 70 strokes already. I’d be sweating like crazy,
sobbing like a baby and begging for her to stop. She’d be looking down at my ass caned raw, the
marks melting into one another so that my entire ass was simply a red pulp.
I suddenly realize I am about to cum! Thankfully, just then, Marybeth says “Now cum for me,
my sweet little boy.” I explode.
Thank you joey. 20 Good SWATS for you.
I’ve been interested in spanking for as long as I can remember. Always its been the maternal disciplinary figure at the center of my fantasies.
I used to have this neighbor lady who lived next door. I always fantasized that she was my friend and would that we would have morning coffee together at the start always at her place. Then at mine, and one day at my house during coffee she goes to my bathroom, and comes back carrying a spanking magazine that I left out! I’ve been caught.
Of course while she is intrigued its still a dirty mag, tsk, tsk.
The next day, at her place of course she brings it up and enjoys my embarrassment.
"So getting spanked turns you on?"............. God I want to avoid that question,
"answer me,.................... "yes"......chuckle,
"So you read your dirty books in your bathroom and masturbate about getting your bottom spanked then, is that it?"..
"yes maam"........"no wonder your place is so messy,
"You really need to get your priorities taken care of, blah, blah, blah, and so on. Almost being bossy, but not quite, she's obviously enjoying the lecturing and unless I'm mistaken is feeding off my uncomfortableness finally ending with I'll come over for coffee tomorrow.
The next day no knock, she just opens the door and comes in. Unusually dressed up for coffee, heels hose and a skirt just above the knee. Wow. Confidently sits down and crosses her legs, almost angrily she says,
"well, I see you really knocked this place out."
"I just got up,.... I wasn't expecting you so early."
"You know I'm kind of angry at you!".......
"I thought we were friends."
"oh are we?"
"And all this time you're keeping this secret from me, after all the things I've told you." "You know I've raised 3 kids!"
"you could have just asked me!"
gulp............sheepishly..."asked you what?"
"To spank you!"
she waves her hand and cuts me off. "Instead of leaving out that rag for me to find!"......
wait a min,.."I,..I didn't leave that out on purpose!" I say, setting her cup of coffee on the table in front of her.
Glaring at me, she starts drumming her fingernails on the table tk,tk,tk,....tk,tk,tk.....tk,tk,tk........she points her finger and and without a word crooks it towards her face 3 times ordering me to her. my eyebrows arch, I'm snared, my heart starts beating faster........
"We're going to have a little talk young man and I want your full attention!" she says and reaches up and grabs the snap of my pants. my hands go to hers.
"put your hands at your sides" The tone is icy and powerful, as she swats my hands away from interfering. pop, zipppppp, and with deliberate slowness she strips me from the waist down."
"Don't you dare move a muscle." She gets up, goes to the door and locks it. I'm standing there feeling the cool air on my exposed bottom, heart ready to leap out of my chest.
"Where's the stash young man!"
"I know you've got way more than what you left out for me."............uhhhh......................uh.......
"your not making things any easier for yourself."..................
I'm frozen, I know she knows..............."I'll get them" and I step toward the bedroom. she walks right to me and grabs me by the arm,
"I told you to stay still!" I'm taken right to the corner waddling with my pants bunched around my ankles and chided by her with a
"march it mister!" "I want to see all the magazines you have like the one you gave me. That wasn’t the only one?" I didn’t want her to see everything in that collection and thought about lying, but I didn’t dare. "Your nose stays in that corner. I want to see how messy the house is anyway so I’ll get them. Where are they?"
"B-But..." I sputtered in panic, SWAT...I quickly told her. She found out I was a lot messier and much naughtier than she already knew!
Standing in a corner distorts time, it seemed like she was gone for hours before I heard her walk back into the kitchen and say, "Young man! You have some explaining to do!! I blushed beet red when he saw her holding the stack of spanking magazines and the thermometer was on top. "I know what you do with these, as she set the magazines down on the table, but what is this for I wonder? she said as she began to shake the thermometer. "I suppose we better make sure you're not too sick to get your bare bottom spanked," she said and called me to her. "get over here." she was shaking her head almost in disgust as I waddled back to where she had sat down. She reached up grabbing my hand and turned me over her knees. As she inserted the thermometer she said, ""I think a good spanking is a perfect way of putting this behind us." You will admit your guilt, accept your punishment, & never lie to me again. Then we can put this matter behind us, once & for all. Do you agree?" she asked, "yes Maam I reply, burning with shame. then delivered a blistering lecture about trust and friendship. Out came the thermometer, "stand up!" she sat up in her chair pointing her finger at me and said, "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" I could only say, "I'm sorry." "You should be. & you will be." She vowed, & I knew she wasn't kidding. I felt guilty as hell and, strangely, almost grateful for what I knew I was going to get_ a very, very real discipline spanking!
I know you have a paddle in here somewhere go and get it. She saw that I was about to protest, and stood to confront me. As my mouth started to open, she raised her right hand and shook her finger slowly back and forth, saying, "No, no, my boy. Don't say a word, unless you want it to go much harder with you." She finished, "You deserve to have your bare bottom spanked until you can't sit down, and that's exactly what I intend to do. You know you need it, and you know that I'm the one to give it to you, so just do as you're told." With my pants and underwear still tangled about his ankles, I went to fetch the paddle I knew the one and it was going to be awful. as she held out her hand for it, "Come get over my knees. It's time you got your first real spanking."
With a look of extreme discomfort, I finally obey, placing myself across her lap. She settles my weight in place, shifting her legs to find the right balance. Then, laying her left arm across my back, she says, Now why are you over my knees? "Maam?" I say. "Confess," she commands "I want to get spanked," I whisper. "No!" she said. "You've wanted me to spank you for a long time, haven't you!" "yes Maam" Why didn't you say so?"..............."answer me." "I don't know, I..I was ashamed I guess", I said. Well you certainly should be." she says. "All you had to do was ask!" "Since you like spanking so much, I will employ regular discipline to help you behave; a session or two each week across my knees with this paddle stinging your bare bottom should provide the required incentive, don't you think?" I realized instantly I was in over my head, too late! She raised the paddle and smacked my bare bottom with a sharp swat. "Owww!" I yelp, "That hurts!" "You bet it hurts, little man, and from the way you behave you'd better get used to it!" she warned. For the next few minutes, all that could be heard in the room was my crying and begging, accompanied by the crisp sound of that awful paddle on bare skin. I howled, squirmed and kicked as she spanked me long and hard. She watched my bottom get redder and redder with each swat, my right hand disabled by her left. No scolding was necessary; she had said all that needed to be said, and all that was left was for her to complete my punishment was stinging my naughty bottom as much as possible, to drive her point home.
I was such a mess when she stopped that I just lay over her lap sobbing as hard as I could, promising to behave, & needlessly pleading with her to please stop spanking me.When she stood me up I furiously rubbed my burning bottom. She pointed her finger at me and said "I will spank you every time you need it young man." "You've rubbed long enough now its time for you to go stand in the corner and think about the masturbation spanking you've still got coming to you!"
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