This is the continuing saga of Paula, the high level administrator that taught me the ropes for an enema session. Almost everything in these stories really happened, although maybe not in the order they were written. In this final chapter we explore an enema with a paddling, which is how she got most of the enemas from her R.N. mom.

During the next few months we continued to interact online. By this point I don’t think she even came to the site much, but I would generally send her one or two emails per week. In one of them I mentioned that I had seen some wooden paddles on eBay, and that they were reasonable. Her reaction was immediate. I could almost feel the heat coming off her as she wanted to know all the details. How big and how thick, what kind of finish. I casually mentioned that maybe I would buy it and use it to recreate her childhood enemas. At the time I was into enemas, not paddling, although over the years I have developed into a full fledged spanker and have used paddles, floggers, crops, and canes. It all really started here and I have Paula to thank for it. I like a bottom OTK, and a red one is even better.

We started to talk about how the session would lay out. I think I mentioned before that she had a safeword which I picked. Always being the smartass the word I used was “Hershey”. Easy to remember and oh so anal. There is no set amount of swats or implements. Some people can take 50 with a strap and for some 1 with the strap is too much. Some people like the sting of a cane for others 1 crack on the ass would bring tears. It is very important that you start out slowly and learn their limits. I like to start out with a hand spanking when in doubt and it is easy to tell whether they are having the time of their life or hating it. Never exceed the limits and your session will be much more fun for both.

When Paula got paddled as a child it wasn’t usually OTK. Her mom usually gave her the enema on her bed so she would get marched back to the bed, panties pulled down and mom would paddle her then hang the bag on the bunkbed and give her a soapy enema with no rinse. Sometimes if mom didn’t like the results, she got two. Both were soapy with no rinsing. I guess mom figured if there was a little soap left maybe it would help with tomorrows BM.

We agreed on authenticity and agreed on a set number of swats. She admonished me that she didn’t want any bruising that her husband could see although if he saw her ass once a month it was probably an accident. After exchanging emails for a month or so I came up with a trip to D.C again on business. The day was set all that remained was to ‘Get er done”

I once again found myself sleeping poorly the night before in anticipation. The day dawned bright and cold. I heard a knock on the door to find Paula bundled up with a heavy coat and the usual scarf. I took her coat and hung it over a chair and she removed the scarf.

“Now Paula” I said with a smirk. “You are here because you didn’t do your enema last week that I requested. Since you obviously disobeyed me I brought this paddle with which you will get 15”. Holding up the paddle I could see her lick her lips in anticipation. She knew all the time she was going to get 15 and she never did enemas at home because she liked the anticipation of a man walking into a room with hands full of an enema bag. She told me she had one long ago in childbirth and it did nothing for her. It was just another hospital procedure to her. Get a guy in a room with a bag however and she got wet fast. Doing one herself was like watching paint dry to her.

I produced the paddle and told her to lose the slacks. She kicked them off and I grabbed her hand and pulled her over the couch. I yanked down her panties to her knees and started to paddle. I was careful not to go too hard and started with a left to right, up then down rotation that covered her ass cheeks. After one round of paddling I started to see red and did the last two on her thighs which elicited a gasp. While this was going on she would let out an occasional grunt as I paddled and by the end was squirming around as well. With my other hand in the small of her back she couldn’t move much, and I could control her. She could have stopped it at any time with the safeword although I suspected she was enjoying it. This was confirmed with a quick slide down her crack and produced a wet finger.

“Are you ready for your enema now “ I asked with a twinkle in my eye. “Yes Sir” she replied quickly. “Very good. Go in the bathroom and fill the bag and then bring it in here” Now this was a first as in the other sessions I made her get on the bed and wait for me. This was an escalation and something she would not normally do. The discipline obviously had an effect. I sat on the end of the bed and in a couple of minutes she came around the corner with a bloated bag in her hand. I took it from her and hung it on the lampshade and motioned for her to assume the position on the towel. Soon she was on the bed with her ass high in the air.

I lubed my finger and spread her cheeks. I slipped my finger in to the second knuckle. After twisting it a few times I slowly pulled back out and then lubed the nozzle. I quickly pressed it against her hole and pushed it in while she gave a little “Ugh” I put the paddle on her lower back and opened the clip with the other. Once I knew it was running I started diddling her. As I rolled her nub back and forth under my finger I gave her a quick swat with the paddle. She gave a little squeak and wiggled her bottom. I continued to fill her while every minute giving her a swat. After 3 or 4 minutes her breathing got faster and she started to moan. I gave her 3 or 4 quick swats and she bucked and let out a scream. After clinching up once or twice she flopped down on her tummy and gave a large sigh. “You alright” I asked as I eyed a mostly empty bag.. “Yes but I’m really full” she panted. I quickly shut the clamp and left the nozzle in as I helped her up. She headed toward the bathroom with a shaky gait as I followed with the bag close behind. She sat on the potty and leaned forward with both hands on her face. I hung the bag on the shower and reached down and quickly pulled the nozzle. She let out a blast of chunks and water then another long squirt of water. I handed her a towel and she wiped her sweaty face as she continued to empty out. I looked her in the eye and said” Paula that was very good. You looked like you enjoyed it” She chuckled and said” That was the hardest orgasm I ever had in my life. I never expected it to be that good” She added that she was really exhausted and needed to rest a bit. I waited for her to get finished then escorted her to the bed where she collapsed on the bed. I laid down next to her and took her hand and we probably just laid there for 10 minutes without talking while I rubbed her back. After awhile I told her that I wanted to give her a quick bulb enema. She looked at me for a minute in silence and then slowly nodded yes. I quickly filled the ice bucket with warm water and had her turn her bottom toward me and bring up her knee. This was a brand new bulb and was also my first time giving a bulb. I spread her cheeks and slipped the bulb in and quickly squeezed it. I heard a little “ugh” as I emptied it and I pulled it out and filled it for another. “You ok” I asked as I cycled back and forth filling her then the bulb. She squirmed a little but told me she was doing fine. After about 8 of them I dropped the bulb on the night stand and told her to put her ass in the air so it would move into her colon. After a minute or two she began to feel it and started to ask to go. “Now Paula you know you need to hold it” I said as she squirmed and complained. She continued to ask quite frequently, and I kept my eye on her closely. You can usually tell when they are reaching their end point so I let her up. Once again she clenched her cheeks tightly as she duck walked into the bathroom pinching her ass shut as she went. She sat down quickly and pushed out a nice long gush while I leaned against the bathroom doorway. She rubbed her tummy and occasionally let out some squirts, dribbles and the occasional fart. I raptly took it all in as she continued to empty out.

When she was finished I took her hand and pulled her close in a hug and she clung to me tightly. I walked her back to the bed and let her lay down while I lay next to her. We talked for a long time, first about the spanking then later about kids and everything else. Soon she had to leave and our meeting ended with a promise to do it again soon.

We did play a few more times then she retired and my time getting to D.C. regularly ended as well. She made me delete her information and promise not to contact her. I will always remember her rules and her training, it helped me develop my sessions in a big way.

THE END, or is it? I've recently had emails with Paula so I am going to write a chapter 4 which will be 100% fiction but is a direction we might have gone at one point. Stay tuned.