"Yes. We will be using enemas on you regularly, from now on. C'mon, I'll show you." By now he was shaved as clean as a newborn, front and back. I gave him a last wipe-off and led him by his freshly shaven cock and balls back out to the kitchen. "See...look what I bought for you, today dear." I held up two cartons hiding with the harness - one with a bag and hose and the other with a squeeze bulb and a tip that looked much too large for anal use.

"Where'd this stuff come from?" There was fear trembling in his voice, as he nervously tried to shift the attention.

"Oh, I picked up the bag from the drugstore, earlier today. Isn't it great? And I got the bulb one here from the s&m section of the sex toy store. Can you believe it? I went into a sex toy store!!! AND I actually got up the nerve and bought some stuff!!! Aren't you proud of me?"

"Yes. That's very good dear." For some reason, Bob seemed to have something else on his mind. He was still staring at the enema equipment I was holding.

"I found another toy in that s&m section, but I'm saving that for a surprise for later." Of course I was talking about my new strap-on.

"Why do you need both types of enemas? Wouldn't one of those little disposable ones have been better?" He was staring at the giant nozzle on the squeeze bulb enema.

"Well I don't know about a disposable one. For what I have planned for you and your body over the next 30 days, we'd need a couple of dozen of the little disposable ones - per day." I laughed. He groaned.

"Seriously dear, I've read that this bulb one is best for administering very sudsy, soapy enemas." He groaned, shaking his head.

"Oh yes...you'll be getting those when my flow is particularly heavy that month - or just when the spirit strikes me. I'll put you over my knee for them and you will only receive your soapy bulbs full once your cheeks are bright red and tingly from a fresh spanking.

"Those bulbs will be followed by very large capacity enemas, with very long retention times - the high colonic. I've read that the bag is the only way to go, for those. You'll see that those really big enemas will be good for your discipline - and your humility. They will also help you lose weight ...and provide me with a squeaky clean fuck toy."

Bob was speechless.

"But enough about your new enema regimen, for now. Let's get on with the session, shall we?" I didn't wait for an answer as I collected up a hand-full of scarves from the table.

"This first spanking you will be getting in a few minutes will just be a warm-up spanking to give you some colour," I said mockingly. "Any more severe spankings will come later."

Bob hung his head in shame.

"But before we get started, I want you to get me a rubber surgical glove out of the box in the closet and the hand cream from my dresser upstairs." I added to the pained look on his face by adding, "All those years that I've had to put up with internal exams at the doctors' office haven't been fair. From now on, at the beginning of each discipline and weigh-in session, you are going over my knee for an internal exam. We'll be able to tell what sort of session it's going to be, by how co-operative you are during your probing."

"But..."

"Just do it, mister." He did as he was told and was back in 38 seconds.(I timed him)

"Well done," I praised, snapping on the glove. His eyes widened as I took his wrist and gently guided him over my lap and applied a dollop of cold lotion on his rosebud. He panted quietly as I applied pressure until my finger slid in as far as it would go. Bob let out a low moan and I could feel a new dampness between my legs. For me, this was a fantasy come-true.

"Relax dear." He was so tight it felt like he was trying to squeeze my finger off. "You're only making this harder for yourself by tensing up." I slid my finger in and out a few times, then announced, "O.K. now I'm going to slide in 2 fingers." He groaned more as I managed to get 2 fingers deep into his barely-yielding bottom. I moved them in and out about 25 times, so he would be able to feel it long after my fingers were out of him.

"There," I said, finally removing my gloved fingers. "I'd say you did very well for your first probing. And good boys need rewarding. Here." I stood him up and slid my dress up my thighs, revealing my wet pussy. I pinched my labia, stretching it back for him, commanding: "Lick me!" I didn't need to say it twice as Bob dove between my legs and started licking and slurping and sucking on (according to Bob) "his favorite thing in the whole world".

"I think at first, for your own good, you'll need to be restrained for your first spanking." He groaned but kept licking as I continued. "You can have a little more pussy and then we'll get started." I allowed him to lick until I was teetering on orgasm before I pulled him away by his hair.

"Alright bad boy, let's sit you down here." I moved him to the chair, positioning him backwards on it with his back facing me. I couldn't help but focus on his but, imagining what he would be feeling like once his spanking began.

"I don't want you to make it harder on yourself than you need to, so I'll just attach your arms to the chair with these scarves." I quickly tied his arms at the elbow to the top of the chair. He still had plenty of movement available. Next I attached his knees to the front legs saying, "We'll just get you tied up and then we'll talk about more pictures, O.K.?"

"O.K." was the only response. He was scared, nervous and from the looks of the rock-hard erection, more than a little excited. The rough glove massage on his cock head obviously increased the sensitivity.

Next I took the short length of cotton rope and tied it snuggly around his newly shorn cock and balls at the base, had him lift a little as I passed the rope under his squeaky clean crack and once it was pulled tight and he started to complain, I tied it to the chair's top rung behind him.

The effect was impressive, with his butt jutting straight out from the back of the chair, totally immobilized. He was completely my captive and at my mercy. And I was in the mood to give him a lesson in discipline he would not soon forget. After all, how many chances do I get like this?

I pulled up a chair and sat down beside my trussed-up lover. He had a look of fear I was hardly familiar with, even after all these years together.

"Comfy, darling," I teased. All I got was a pathetic little moan. Boy, did this guy need some lessons in manners.

"Tonight I am looking forward to making some incredible progress toward our goal of getting you into better physical condition. For one thing, we'll be settling all past misdeeds and starting off on an even keel. We will wipe the slate clean, tonight and purge you of many things that you have been holding inside, for what I would imagine is many years." Bob knew what I was talking about.

"For tonight's spanking, I will be taking some "before and after" photos." Bob just groaned. "But first you need to do a little work to prepare." I began to unwrap a bar of Ivory bath soap as I said, "You can start by doing a little soap carving. I'll scratch in the way I want it carved, like this, see?" It was the shape of a "T". I put it down in front of him and sat the little "cheese cutter" saw next to it. "So what you should end up with is 3 pieces of soap, one "T" shaped and the 2 side pieces. Save the shavings into this bowl. Got it?"

"Well, yeah, but what's all this for?"

"You'll find out soon enough. For now though, I want you to just be quiet and get started carving and I'll fill you in (inside joke) on the details as you need to know."

A few minutes later, Bob had the soap cut and setting his jack knife down on the table in front of him, I gave further instructions. "Great…now round it all off nice with your knife. This is going in your bum soon so you don't want any sharp edges."

"Oh Leigh...please...no..." Bob whined.

"Stop. I don't want a sound out of you mister." He knew he was in for it and there really, truly was no backing out. "And another word of caution," I added. "I want that soap to be as large as possible - just without the sharp edges. I'm going to be watching and if I think you have scraped off too much, you'll be starting all over again - except with this one." I reached over and picked up the jumbo sized bar and shook it at him.

He got the idea and set about smoothing the sharp edges, very carefully. He slowly shook his head as the realization of his future 30 days wafted over him.

With the soap plug carved to my liking, I had more instructions.

"That looks good, Bob. Now I want you to saw each of the two remaining pieces in two, lengthwise. Make sure all the shavings go into the bowl. Once you've done that, I want you to smooth the edges of them, too - because they're heading for the same destination."

I smiled as Bob moaned in agony. Nevertheless, he started to work and a few minutes later we had a bowl full of soap shavings, 4 sturdy soap-sticks about as big around as my thumb and twice as long and a very hefty soap buttplug - complete with base. Very impressive.

I brought over the ginger root that I had peeled earlier and had been had been soaking in a bowl of vinegar all day. (I read that this greatly magnifies the stinging effect as well as prolongs the intensity.)

"O.K. now you can get this ready." I laid the root on the table in front of him. Basically what I'm looking for is about the same shape as your new soap plug - sort'a "T" shaped - so we can put it inside you and the base prevents it from going all the way in. But remember, keep it as fat and long as possible." More moaning. This boy needs lessons.

Bob carved while I went to work.

"I'm going to put this belt around your waist so that we can run a cord between your legs to hold one of your plugs in while you are choosing between spanking implements."

Bob continued carving the ginger as I buckled up his belt snuggly. I tied a piece of cotton rope to the front of the belt and passed it under his crack right beside the rope attached to his cock and balls.

"Alright, here's the spanking rules. You've been acting like an irresponsible little kid with the way you can't control your habits so that's the way I'm going to be treating you. It's a shame that I have to get down to this level but baby, I promised to meet you on every level - and I plan on keeping my promise.

"From now on, before you get a spanking you will need to think about it for a while first. We'll call it stewing time, alright?" No argument, just a head nod.

"And during the stew time you will decide on the spanking implements you wish me to use on you. We will discuss the infraction beforehand and I expect you to be mature enough to choose the implements based on the severity of the infraction. Also during the stew time you are to wear a butt plug." Bob was totally shamed.

"If you're good, I will also allow you to wear the jelly plug during the spanking itself. This will serve to protect your tender bottom hole from the sharp sting of the spanking implement. If you must be restrained, then you will either wear the ginger plug or the soap plug for stew time and during your spanking.

"After the spanking it's corner time. That's when you'll be wearing the other plug. Once you can submit without restraint you will be allowed to wear your jelly plug throughout the entire session. Is that clear?"

"I guess so."

"During discipline sessions, I want you to answer "yes, ma'am."

"Yes, ma'am." He was all mine. What a turn on.

I straightened out his spanking implements in a nice orderly row across the table. I made sure my ass pushed up against him and I could see he was getting hard again. There was a little leather spanker I bought earlier at the sex toy store (it was so cute, I couldn't refuse) a wooden hairbrush, a plastic hairbrush, one of my rubber soled slippers, a long handled plastic mixing spoon, a rubber spatula and a wooden spoon. It was quite an impressive line up, if I say so, myself.

"Good. Alright, let's take a look at that ginger...oooh...that looks just right. I think we'll start with that. Unfortunately we can't use cream to lube it with because it will reduce the effect of the ginger. The only thing we can use is a little peppermint oil." I reached for the bottle on the table and began to rub it around the aromatic plug, saying, "This might spice it up a little but don't worry, it won't last." I moved around to my husband's exposed back and in one smooth, slow move, slid the over sized, thumb-shaped plug home, and ran the waiting rope over the base and tied it to the belt in back. That ginger was lodged in place and was going nowhere.

Aside from the initial gasp as it slid in and the peppermint made contact with the extra-sensitive anal flesh, Bob was still for about the first 30 seconds. Then the spicy ginger root started doing it's magic. He began panting and wiggling. In no time at all, he was thrusting back and forth with as much movement as his restraints would allow.

"It starts with light tingling - almost pleasant at first, until you'll find the intensity grows and the heat increases until you'll uncontrollably thrust your butt out trying in vain to get rid of the heat. And that's when we're going to begin your spanking - once you start thrusting your butt out to me and it's just too tempting for me to resist. So get busy choosing the first spanker out of the selection on the table, there. He was really starting to wiggle around as he stared at the array of spankers. It was beginning to become quite uncomfortable and within a few short minutes he started thrusting and begging.

"Please take it out. I'm sorry, honey. I've learned my lesson. I promise I'll never touch another candy bar. Ooh"

Wow. This power was making me wet!

"Ha. We're way past that, my darling little boy. Tonight I have to show you the extreme side of the discipline, so you'll know what can happen if you're not good."

I do believe I heard him whimper.

"Tonight you're also going to be paying for all your past misdeeds and at the same time you'll get to experience some true discipline - something you sorely lack in your life."

The power-play was keeping me wet and urging me on.

"O.K. ..which one's it going to be?"

Bob paused.

"You have to the count of three to choose the spanker I'll be using...one...two.."

"Alright, the spoon. The mixing spoon." He was wiggling around on the ginger as much as his restraints would allow.

"Ooh ... that's a pretty wimpy choice. Oh well it is your first session so I guess I can live with it."

I was starting to really get into this torment, as dampness between my legs would attest.

He was all finished with his carving duties so I decided, "I think, before we get started, we should attach your wrists to the belt. You're doing a lot of squirming and I don't want you to injure your elbows." I retied him, then turning over the egg-timer, I picked up the spoon of choice, moved beside him and began his spanking.