That morning together was special.

After announcing it was time to talk about our relationship and about how my childish behaviour at 22 years old interferes with our progress together, you slip off the shoulder straps of your black teddy and guide my hands to your lovely bare breasts.

Standing naked in front of you with you sitting on the end of the bed, puts my cock and balls at your eye level. Taking full advantage, you use both hands to "manipulate my junk" as you begin "our little talk."

"I've been thinking about you a lot lately - about how your immature behaviour is counterproductive to our agreement. You know, the agreement we have together that gives me control over your health? Do you remember that one?"

Of course I remembered - it was only three days old!

"Yes, I know." What else could I say? I continued to rub and gently squeeze your beautiful, soft breasts with about the same passion as you applied to my now hard cock and swollen balls.

"Oh, you do know? Well, that's good - understanding is the first step to recovery. The next step is repentance. Are you ready to pay for your mistakes, Little Boy?" I hated it when you called me "Little Boy" - it always made me blush.

"No." I replied defiantly. I wasn't positive what you had in mind, but I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be pleasant.

"Well, too bad, because that's exactly what's going to happen. But not until you get your mouth on my pussy and lick me until I almost cum. I want to be very horny for this today - and you're going to get me there." That was a new one.

You laid down and unsnapped the crotch of your lacy underwear to reveal your beautiful, sweet little pussy, already glistening with excitement from your breast massage.

"C'mon, Little Boy, lick my pussy until I'm dying to cum all over your face. That's it. Just like that. Ohh... ohh... that's right... now put a finger inside and massage my g-spot. Yes... that's it. Ohh... now pump two fingers in and out as you suck my clit. Yes... just like that... ohh... ohh... O.K. STOP!"

And just like that, it was over. You pushed my head away, swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood up, leaving me on my hands and knees with a throbbing hard-on.

"Don't move a muscle, if you know what's good for you. I'll be right back," you ordered. Ten seconds later you were back alright, and you were carrying your big, wooden hairbrush. I looked away, knowing I was in trouble.

"Look at me, Little Boy!" I felt that familiar blushing as I turned my head to face you. You stood, tapping the brush against the side of your lovely, naked thigh as your fingertips softly danced over your clit.

"You've been bad! And we have an agreement that treats your childish behaviour with discipline, don't we?" After a few seconds without an answer, you pushed me for it. "Well... do we have an agreement together or not?"

"I don't want the agreement anymore." I was desperate.

"Sorry, Little Boy. You've already agreed to stick with it for three full months, and we both know it's a no-back-out agreement and you need discipline. We knew you'd try to get out of it once we got to this point, didn't we?" You had me there.

"So, I'm going to give you ten hard swats on each cheek with this hairbrush, to begin with, just like a bad little boy should get. And if you move out of position or wiggle and complain too much, I'll have to use restraints and start all over again. And you wouldn't like that, would you?"

"No, I wouldn't." This was getting scary.

"Good. So, you be a good little boy and take your punishment. And no clenching! I want your cheeks relaxed! O.K. here it comes." I was shocked by the first stinging swat. I couldn't believe how much it stung! You'd always given me warm-up swats in the past spankings.

And before I had a chance to regain my composure, the twin swat hit my other cheek. Yeow! And then down came another and another - the next one on top of the last. After four or five of those, I overloaded and jumped up off the bed.

"Oh, please... no more! I hurts too much!" I begged, hopping around, rubbing my poor bum cheeks.

"It doesn't hurt. It stings! And it's supposed to sting. That's the whole idea!" you exclaimed. "Don't forget: little-boy-behaviour gets treated accordingly. And you have been acting like a bad little boy lately, haven't you?" I knew exactly what you were talking about.

"I suppose... but..." You cut me off.

"That's enough! We're going to finish this! Now bend over the end of the bed and I'll get some scarves!" You weren't fooling around, and in short order you have me secured, face down, legs spread and bum up. I could feel my cheeks separated and exposed to your every devilish whim.

"That's perfect. Now we can start all over again. But this time, along with your hairbrush spanking, you need to pay for jumping up of the bed after I told you to stay still. What do you think that immature behaviour should cost, hmm? I think it should be something you won't forget, don't you?" This was not good.

"I think a soapstick and a soapy bulb first. What do you think?" Oh, no...

"Well? What do you think? Do you want one soapstick or two?" What a thing to ask!

"I think just one."

"O.K. Here goes." Your gloved hand held the big mushy soapstick you had soaking and began to pump it slowly in and out of my poor, now-stinging hole. After about ten pumps, you pushed it in deeply with your gloved index finger.

"Now I'm going to push it in with this." You showed me the big dildo you were coating with liquid hand soap. "This may sting a little, but you need to learn." Without further ado, you placed the tip of the big invader at my opening and applied steady pressure until the head pushed its way past my resistant sphincter.

"Ungh," I grunted. But that didn't stop you. I felt the fat dildo enter deeper and deeper until all eight inches were buried to the hilt.

"I'm going to pump for a while now, to make sure the soapstick gets pushed in deep." With that, you began to thrust the dildo all the way in and then all the way out. Over and over you fucked me deeply, the soap stinging my poor stretched hole. After what must have been 50 deep thrusts, you removed the soapy dildo and laid it on an awaiting towel.

"There. That should do it," you announced cheerfully. "Now for a big bulb of soapsuds, and then we'll get on with your hairbrush spanking. Y'know this all could be avoided next time if you just stay still for your spanking in the first place. You might as well accept the fact that there will be many more spankings during the next three months, so you better just learn to accept them."

You squeezed the blue, nozzleless bulb and sucked up about a half-bulb worth of hot, soapy water. Next, you attached the giant, pink nozzle and holding your finger over the hole, shook the bulb vigorously until there was no more sloshing noise.

"O.K. Here comes your punishment enema. There's quite a bit of soap in this, so you're really going to feel it." You slid the now-soap covered nozzle all the way in and with one hard squeeze, injected the entire contents - including about a half-bulb full of suds. It burned and stung at the same time and immediately wanted to come out.

"Now, you be a good boy and hold that in while you get your bare-bum hairbrush-spanking." You held the bulb in place, not removing the fat nozzle buried deep in my poor tortured bottom.

"And remember, we're starting over. That's ten on each cheek. And because you were bad, they are all going to go on your cheek bottoms and the tops of your thighs where they'll do the most good. Here we go. I want you to remember this for a good long time." And that was that.

Splat, splat, splat. You reigned down swat after relentless swat, lecturing between each agonizing swat, until finally all 20 were placed one on top of the other, rendering the entire area fire-hot. It was only then that you slid the big nozzle out and laid the enema bulb down on the towel where the big dildo rested.

All I could do was accept what you gave me, bite down on the blanket and concentrate on holding in the soapy mixture churning in my lower belly. What choice did I have?

"Alright. Now go stand in the corner and think about what just happened. When the timer goes off, you can go get rid of your enema. I'm going to be doing some gardening, and when I come back in you're getting the rest of your punishment. Go!"