This is the continuing saga of my first few times ever of having an enema session with Paula, who did much to show me the ropes on how to put together a session that both partners enjoyed. This is the second installment of a 3 part series on these first anal adventures. I hope you enjoy reading about them as much as I enjoyed doing them.

We continued talking online after the first time and talked about what we did right and what we did wrong. I don’t remember anything specific, I think we were both well satisfied with how it went overall. We talked about solutions and amounts and temps. One of her other partners liked to give her Glycerin and Epsom, then make her hold it for 5 minutes. I have given several of these, and holding it for 2 minutes is very hard. I think she liked a crampy enema and must have had iron bowels. She lived nearby him, and she told me she would regularly stop at his place on the way to work for an enema play session, and they would talk about all kinds of things while she filled. I knew he was her # 1 guy and I think she just fit me in because I was a new enema rookie and therefore titillating, I know it was for me.

So once again I found myself in D.C and anxiously awaiting her arrival. At the appointed hour I answered a knock on the door with much anticipation. I opened the door to find her with an anxious look on her face. Before I could say anything, she blurted “I am constipated”. I have to say I wanted to laugh out loud at the look on her face and her quick confession, but instead just ushered her in and tried not to smirk as I was doing it.

The first time we started with small talk and pleasantries, this time she got right down to business. She had those slacks off and kept on going until she got down to bedrock and then put on her nightie. I put on a glove and motioned her over my knee. There was no fuss as she literally threw herself on my lap. I greased the glove, parted her cheeks and slipped a finger in. I had always imagined that when you are constipated the mass would be further into the bowel. I found out very quickly that this was not so. As soon as my finger went in, it hit a large hard mass. She was really bound up and it felt like a rock. She had brought another fleet, this time a Fleet enema extra which has more solution than a standard one. I dispensed with the rectal temp and went straight to the enema which I quickly inserted and slowly squeezed every drop I could into her. In her state of distress I also did not try to diddle her, figuring that we could save that for later. She held the enema for the required 5 minutes and then made a dash for the potty. She sat there for a minute then I heard a few little dribbles, which told me that it wasn’t working so far. If I had known in advance I would have given her mineral oil followed by the vaunted 3H enema. I watched as she grunted and groaned and tried to move her bowels, all to no avail. After about ten minutes I said “Paula, that fleet did not work. I am going to give you a soapy enema. Please go lay down on the bed with a towel and wait for me.” She took a towel and did as I said. I got the ice bucket and filled it with warm water and took the soap and dissolved it until the water was milky. I poured this in the bag and did it once more until I had my 4 quart bag with about 3 quarts in it. I hung a coat hanger on the thermostat next to the bed and hung the bag on that. Paula had laid on the bed on her tummy with the towel underneath and had also pulled up her nighty so it rested just above her hips. She was ready for action and needed it badly. I took in the sight for a minute then grabbed my trusty barium nozzle, lubed it and spread her cheeks. Telling her to take a deep breath I pushed it against her hole until it popped in with an inaudible yet distinct pop.

. My daughter recently had surgery for hearing implants and they are too sensitive. She can hear a tumbler click in a lock. I wish I had them when that nozzle went in because I’m sure I would have heard a pop.

I asked Paula if she was ready and she replied she was. I let her stay on her tummy as I opened the clip and started those soapy suds flowing. After a minute of two I heard a little “Ughh” as it started to fill her bowels. At that point I asked her to get on her knees, then pushed her head down once she got there. (Did I mention I like an ass in the air?) She had me pinch the hose once or twice but managed to get a little more than half in. I thought that was pretty good for as stuffed as she was. She asked me to stop which I did. I will never make someone take more than they can hold, and secondly I had no desire to turn my room into a sewer farm. She managed to hold what she had for two or three minutes then I helped her up. She waddled to the toilet and quickly sat down. She let out a little groan and a little squirt as nothing much happened. Her eyes got wide as she pushed again and I heard a large plop as the turd finally made it’s way out. This was followed by more plops and splashes and I knew that soapy concoction had finally freed her bowels from that huge plug. While this was going on I emptied the bag and rinsed and filled it again with warm water. She didn’t say anything but I could once again feel her eyes on me as I worked to ready her next enema. She did perk up when I switched out the Barium nozzle for the colon tube. I just smiled a little and kept working. Soon the bag was hanging on the shower. I let her relax until I was sure there were no more squirts lurking in there. Once again I asked her to assume the position, this time on her left side with knee drawn up. After hanging the bag I reached for her hand and placed it on her top cheek.

“Paula I need you to hold your cheek open for me because I need both hands to work the colon tube” She laid there for a minute then slowly pulled her cheek up until I could see her perfect little bung. I took the tube, greased a foot of it and inserted it a few inches. I opened the clip and then slowly worked the tube in and out, always moving forward while it slowly filled her. You can always tell when you reach a bend and the key is to never force it. You pull back a little and then turn the tube like a corkscrew and it will go right around that corner. Then you can slowly work a few inches more and repeat the procedure. Soon I had all 30 inches in and a mostly deflated bag. “Are you all right Paula” I asked. She replied she was getting full. “Just a little more Paula I encouraged her” as she rocked back and forth. She told me later that having the tube in was more comfortable than the nozzle. I assume this is because the water is going in higher. I guess it is flowing both ways reducing pressure but again that’s my layman opinion. I waited a bit for the water to work then started pulling out the colon tube. It always amazes me when I pull and pull and it just keeps on coming. Soon I had it all out and hung it over the hook and helped her to her feet. I took the towel and folded it and shoved it between her cheeks and told her to hold it. She wasted no time clenching it tightly and dashing for the potty.

This time when she sat down the was an immediate long gush, followed by a shorter one and several noisy farts. I looked in the bowl and saw a pretty muddy mess, and it stunk badly too, coming out of such a prim and proper lady. It took her a good 7 or 8 minutes to finish at which time I said” Paula, that was pretty muddy, you must have really been plugged.” After a few seconds she replied “ I hadn’t gone for about a week” she told me with no hesitation. ” Well I think you’re going to have to have one more” I said in a louder tone than I really needed. She didn’t reply and just covered her face with her hand and rubbed her tummy. I waited for her to think about it, and eventually she said ‘Ok but I want it in here over the tub.” I put a pillow in the bottom and a towel over the edge and then quickly filled the bag one more time. She hiked up her nighty and put herself over the edge with her head on the pillow in the bottom. I had her spread her cheeks and once again slid in the tube, and this time in less than a minute it was seated deeply in her ass. I encouraged her and started working her nubbin and I could hear her breathing start to quicken. Before the bag was empty she was jerking back and forth and moaning at my touch. She got off rather noisily a minute before the bag finished and again I helped her up as she sat quickly down. This time the gushes came faster, lasted longer and were much clearer. I asked her if we had fixed her constipation and her face got red and she laughed as she waved her arms back and forth like a referee signaling no catch. I thought it was cute as hell, and she didn’t even realize she was doing it. After she washed up (both ends) I took her hand and we just laid on the bed spooning and talked about all kinds of things. She was finally comfortable with me and we had a great time resting and telling each other about our different lives. Some time went by then she said she had to go. I watched her get dressed and soon “The administrator” looked back at me with her glasses perched on her nose. I bade her good day and she added the scarf and walked out my door. What a great memory that was.