Adam’s Au Pair

The morning rays from the sun painted the white tile bathroom floor with an amber glow, and illuminated the whole room giving the facilities a warm and inviting milieu. Through the cracked bathroom door, Adam caught sight of his Au Pair, Victoria, preparing for her daybreak wash. Victoria was a statuesque beauty in her late thirties, with creamy white skin, supple breasts, and a body still taut having never borne children. She was always to be the Governess, never the mother, and had been an Au Pair since she was in her early twenties when Adam was just a baby. Trained in England just after the turn of the 20th century, Victoria had one foot in British Edwardian culture, and the other in the progressive post-World War roaring twenties. Adam’s opulent parents couldn’t be bothered with the responsibilities of hands-on parenting, and opted for a European Au Pair to tend to their sole offspring.

Nearly every morning after sun up, Victoria began her daily routine which included her first tinkle since waking, a quick douche to freshen up (learned from her strict Dorm Mother in Au Pair Training School), and a relaxing bath in the decadent Royce Morgan crystal-white freestanding tub procured by Adam’s wealthy parental units. Since beginning puberty, Adam became much more aware and fascinated with Victoria’s regular morning cleansings, and made a conscious effort to leisurely cruise by the bathroom each morning, hoping to catch a glimpse of Victoria in all her glory. Most days Adam only indulged in a tiny peek of Victoria, usually viewed through the keyhole of the washroom entrance, but this morning Victoria had failed to shut the door all the way, leaving a sliver of space for Adam to indulge in his voyeuristic ways.

Through the cracked door, Adam eagerly watched Victoria disrobe, the light of daybreak revealing the red highlights in her hazel colored pubic hair. Once completely naked, Victoria positioned herself over the privy and let loose her golden nectar, causing a tingle in Adams nether regions. He could see the relief and relaxation wash over Victoria’s face while the sounds of her uresis echoed throughout the water closet. Sure her bladder was completely empty, Victoria drew a bath for herself, and savored the minutes as the tub filled by teasing her clit.

Once the tub was sufficiently filled, Victoria stepped into the bath, closed her eyes, and entered a state of full relaxation. Deep in her thoughts, she began to fantasize about her time at boarding school, her past pleasures, and all her various sexual thoughts that she constantly repressed every day. Caught up in her dirty machinations, her hand slithered down to her pubic region, and Victoria began intensely working her clit and cunt, providing quite a scene for Adam to absorb. With her back arched and her eyes closed, Victoria steadily worked herself to climax while her young peeping tom unsheathed his erection from his pants and began to work his cock into a frenzy as he imagined being there in the tub with his sultry Au Pair.

Still enjoying the most enticing view yet of his Au Pair Victoria, Adam closed his eyes and continued to stroke his turgid member while paying no attention to Victoria, who was now finished with her bath and leaving the tub to towel off. As the basin emptied, Victoria noticed a foreign sound accompanying the water trickling out down the drain and went to the bathroom door to investigate the rustling from outside the watercloset. Victoria quickly swung the door open all the way to discover the cause of the mystery noise, only to find Adam on his knees in the hall outside the bathroom door, madly stroking his penis with his eyes tightly shut.

Before Adam could reach climax, his masturbation session was cut short, and he jolted back to reality after hearing Victoria shout, “Adam! What do you think you are doing young man?” Adam opened his eyes to find a very angry (and still wet) Victoria standing in front of him in nothing but a towel, her gaze full of equal parts shock and dissatisfaction. Adam tried to sputter some weak excuse or explanation but was swiftly grabbed by the arm and dragged into the bathroom before he could emit one word. Once in the watercloset, Victoria’s chastisement continued.

“Were you watching me this whole time?” she questioned. “I didn’t raise you to be some pervert peeping-tom that spies on ladies using the facilities while trying to fetch mettle,” she continued despite the obvious hypocrisy in verbally forbidding self-gratification after having just engaged in the same act herself. “You are in for a real punishment now Adam,” Victoria said as the scolding continued, “You sit right here on the loo and don’t move until I get back. I am immodest and must get dressed at once while I think about how best to handle your perverted behavior”

There Adam sat in silence and pondered what was to come, meanwhile Victoria rushed to her boudoir to quickly put on her deep-red puffy sleeve jacket with black pinstripes and matching long skirt with a slight train. She put her hair up in a bun, applied her perfume of rose and lavender, and mumbled angrily to herself as she finished getting dressed for the day. Feeling properly modest and having mulled over the fitting punishment for such an infraction, she stormed off to the watercloset to deal with Adam.

As she marched through the door, Adam opened his mouth to mitigate the damage, but Victoria looked him in the eye and forcefully commanded, “Not a word from you young man, just take off your trousers and undergarments and get over my knee RIGHT NOW!” Not looking to exacerbate the situation, Adam dutifully removed his pants and underpants exposing his still erect penis. “What’s this?” Victoria questioned, “you’re about to be punished and still you have a big naughty erection?” “We will take care of this once and for all,” she confidently announced, “now over my knee at once!”

Victoria sat on the privy and pulled Adam over her knee, his still-hard cock trapped between her thighs as she readied him for a spanking. Adam could smell Victoria’s lavender and rose perfume radiating from her skirt as worked his sizable erection deeper between her legs. With Adam secured over her lap, Victoria began to warm his bottom up with a volley of gentle, yet deliberate smacks to his bare posterior. As his buns began to take on a red glow from her smacks, Victoria picked up the pace and force of her swats, and paired the corporal punishment with some verbal correction.

“You are not to spy on ladies while they are bathing,” she barked in between blows to Adam’s rosy rear, “It is not appropriate to touch yourself in that manner, for sure not in the company of a lady.” She continued, “When I am done with you, you’re going to be sorry you violated my privacy while wanking off like the village lech,” With that, Victoria’s spanks ramped up yet again in speed and power, sending a warm ball of arousal through Adams loins as his erection was steadily forced up and down between her milky thighs. With each smack, Adam’s cock was pushed deeper between Victoria’s legs and he actively began humping her leg crevice, pushing away from her ever-faster blows to his bottom.

After a mere minutes of this punishment, Adam could take the stimulation to his organ and the evergrowing warmth in his groin no more, and he let out a guttural moan as his stiff penis spasmed in orgasmic climax, spurting a considerable amount of pearl-white spunk on Victoria’s clean governess dress that she had donned mere minutes before. Temporarily unaware of Adam’s release, Victoria continued her over the knee punishment until Adam’s convulsions ceased, and she could feel the wetness of his jizz creeping through her skirt and onto her thighs as he basked in la petite mort.

“Did you just have a crisis on my lap?” she questioned as the last bit of milky cum dribbled from Adams' organ and onto Victoria’s no-longer clean pinstripe dress. “Does your deviant behavior show no bounds young man?” she added, “Clearly your humors are unbalanced, an issue that must be addressed immediately, Now off to the nursery to wait for me while I clean the taint from my garments,” she demanded.

“But Miss Victoria,” Adam proclaimed, “I am a young man and far too old for the nursery.”

“Poppycock” Victoria snapped back, “you have the discipline of a little boy with zero self control, and you clearly still need your nanny to teach you how to behave in a way that is becoming of a gentleman.” She added, “Now off to the nursery while I tidy up and fetch what I require to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget young man.”

With that, Adam hung his head in humiliation and leisurely strolled down the hall to the nursery to await his comeuppance, while his agitated Au Pair gathered her hairbrush, chamber pot, and rummaged through cabinets and drawers until she located her Genevieve-style Gladstone leather bag given to her when she graduated the Au Pair Academy long ago. Pleased that she had accumulated the proper tools to enact her plan, Victoria shook her head in disgust as she wiped Adam’s thick spunk from her dress and made her way to the nursery where Adam was obediently awaiting his further discipline.

“Adam, after giving much thought to what has transpired today,” she informed, “I have concluded that the punishment should fit the crime: tit for tat, an eye for an eye, as the good book says.” “So,” Victoria continued, “I think it only fair that I witness you taking advantage of the loo.” She added, “Moreover, since you seem so bent on watching my self pleasure, I find it just that you award me the same opportunity.”

“But Miss Victoria,” Adam protested, “I don’t have to use the potty at all and my blanket hornpipe is all better now.” He added, “See, it’s no longer hard and I am being a good boy; please believe me that I have learned my lesson and will never spy on you again,”

Victoria responded, “I’ll tell YOU when I think you’ve learned your lesson, I will decide when your punishment is through.”

“Yes ma’am,” Adam sheepishly replied “but my organ is all soft and I don’t need to use the loo at all.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that Adam,” his Au Pair snapped back, “I have ways to make you hard again, though I wouldn’t think it difficult to do so given your lecherous demeanor,” She confidently continued, “and I have ways to make you go potty too, so don’t you dare question my expertise in this field.” “It is clear to me that your humors are unbalanced and you are full of filth, and your organs must be milked until you are once again balanced, and your filthy costiveness remedied with a clyster series,” she added.

“A clyster series?” Adam questioned.

“Yes young man,” Victoria responded, “A prescribed series of ever-larger enemas aimed at ridding you of your filth and curing your imbalance.”

“But those are for babies, Miss Victoria,” Adam pleaded, “I am too old for that…I don’t want an enema!”

“You don’t want to be treated like a baby Adam?” Victoria questioned, “then I suggest exercising some self control and not acting like an un-disciplined child.” She continued, “Besides, I gave you plenty of clysters for your obstipation when you were younger, and it is clear after your actions today that your filth has long been neglected, making this treatment necessary.”

Fed up with Adam’s refusal to cooperate, as well as his questioning of her well-thought out plan, Victoria merely pointed at her lap while throwing dagger eyes at her oppas kinderen, indicating she was ready to resume Adam’s thrashing. Once over her lap again, Victoria reached over to the changing table and grabbed her hairbrush paddle, the perfect implement for correcting her naughty charge. With Adam's bare bottom up in the air, vulnerable and exposed, Victoria gave his cheeks one soft caress before commencing with his paddling.

While the hand spanking administered to his bare bottom was mildly uncomfortable, the ordeal was mostly pleasing for Adam as his young adult ass could handle that level of pain. Victoria’s hairbrush, on the other hand, was something different all together. From the first smack laid upon his rump, Adam flinched, and continued to writhe even more as her blows picked up in speed and intensity. By the time Victoria reached full clip, Adam’s buns were blistered and he called out for relief.

“OOH, ouch Victoria,” Adam wept, “that really smarts.” Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes and Victoria continued with walloping Adam’s rear. “I truly am sorry I watched you bathe Victoria, honest Abe!” he pleaded as his buns went from red to a blistered white and grey color, “Please stop, I will do anything!”

“Anything?” Victoria questioned as her ears heard the phrase she was looking for, “Well then, it is time to move on indeed.”

With Adam still secured over her lap, Victoria reached over to the changing table next to her chair, and grabbed a tube of the newly introduced lubricant, KY-Jelly, invented in 1904, but not sold for personal use until 1917. During Au Pair academy in the early 20s, Victoria learned all about its many wonderful uses, and was eager to take advantage of all the recent technology the 20th century had to offer. She squirted a dollop of the clear gel onto Adam’s exposed botty, and plunged a finger into his prat, which made his soft cock jump to attention. Just a few deliberate strokes of Victoria’s finger across Adam’s prostate, and the young man’s cock hardened once again.

“See Adam,” Victoria reiterated while buggering the boy’s bottom with her delicate fingers, “I said you were imbalanced, and here you are hard again already just like a little lech.” “We are going to take care of this today, young man,” she continued as she snuck a second finger into Adam’s asshole and skipped them both across his swollen prostate gland. “If only I still had access to a proper milking stool like we used to have in the academy,” she confidently claimed, “you’d already be right as rain.”

Despite previously spilling his seed once on Victoria’s lap, her skilled digits were steadily bringing him closer to a second climax with each thrust, but Victoria was clearly dissatisfied that her milking had yet to produce the desired results. With her fingers still buried deep inside Adam’s hungry botty, Victoria leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Maybe I should insert a third finger?” Those words were the catalyst that set off an explosion from deep inside Adam’s inner thoughts all the way to his overstimulated sex organs, and his whole body shivered as another stream of jasm shot forth from his organ while his mouth could only release a long guttural moan of relief.

“That’s a good boy,” Victoria proudly exclaimed while continuing to work every drop of semen out of Adam’s prostate, “let all that poison out so you are in balance.”

Once Victoria observed no further fluid dripping from Adam’s naughty hornpipe, and his anal contractions had subsided, she started the slow and deliberate process of removing her fingers from the boy’s rectum, making sure to constantly brush against his swollen prostate on the way out. With each slight movement outward, Adam convulsed, his penis spasming over and over despite nothing left to ejaculate.

“Off my lap at once!” Victoria commanded. “You are ready to be cleaned of your filth,” she informed as she rummaged through her leather Gladstone bag searching until she located her original Higginson Syringe. “Here it is, Adam!” Victoria beamed as she held up a red rubber bulb with hoses dangling from each side, “My Higginson Syringe from the Academy!” She continued. “Dr Higginson invented this marvelous apparatus in the late 1800s, right before my birth, and it is still a perfectly efficient tool to use in such situations.”

Pleased with her progress, Victoria moved the chamber pot from the nursery potty chair onto the changing table, and fetched a pitcher of water. She then filled the chamber pot with the water, by slowly pouring the liquid over a bar of Octagon soap, producing a milky-white solution in the white enema bowl. Once the chamber pot was filled and the pitcher empty, Victoria placed one side of the syringe hoses into the vessel, while she attached a large black bakelite douche nozzle to the hose on the other end of the bulb.

“Usually Adam,” Victoria informed, “we use a smaller rectal pipe for this procedure, but since you are so naughty, and your botty is good and prepped, I am opting to use this larger douche nozzle to aid in administration.” “Now back over my lap,” she barked at her charge.

Over his nanny’s lap yet again, Adam obediently propped up his arse, not looking to garner yet another paddling. With his bottom hole exposed and vulnerable, Victoria easily accessed his brown eye, taking her time to make sure it was good and lubed up for the large douche nozzle. Glistening black nozzle in hand, Victoria advanced the bakelite phallus past Adam’s asshole and well into his rectum without warning, causing an audible gasp from the young man. Convinced her douche nozzle was firmly seated in his anus, Victoria gave the central bulb a firm squeeze delivering the first shot of soapy solution.

“Ugghhh” Adam grunted as he felt the surge from the Higginson syringe, the red rubber bulb quickly refilling as Victoria loosened her grip on the syringe. Unphased by Adam’s vocalizations, Victoria gave the bulb another forceful squeeze, and his cock jumped in her lap from the water washing over his still-sensitive prostate. As soon as Adam recovered from the second bulbfull, Victoria once again injected his bowels with her soapy solution, continuing to squeeze the Higginson bulb as soon as it refilled.

After almost 20 rapid fills from Victoria’s vintage syringe, the chamber pot began to empty, while poor Adam was hitting his limit. The soapy water turned his feces to mud and the familiar feeling of peristalsis permeated his guts. Sensing the churning in his intestines growing, Adam pleaded, “I am full Victoria and can’t take another drop!” After hearing Adam’s request, Victoria paused her pumps for a second to look over at the chamber pot, and observe the remaining contents of her sudsy solution.

“Only a few more bulbfuls left Adam,” she encouraged as she injected the last of the pitcherful of water into the naughty young man with two quick pumps of her vintage syringe. “See, all gone.” she informed Adam, “Now get off my lap, squeeze your cheeks together, and hold your enema like a good boy while I ready the potty chair for you.”

Victoria quickly pulled the potty chair over toward the changing table and replaced the chamber pot she had removed to use as a vessel for Adam’s Higginson enema. With the white enamel piss pot secured under the seat and the potty chair in place, Victoria motioned to Adam to sit on the device. “Now it is time for me to watch you relieve yourself Adam!” she exclaimed with a smirk of pride on her face, “You may now release your enema.”

While Adam timidly took his place on the makeshift commode and sheepishly sat down on the cold seat still clinging to a shred of dignity, Victoria stood with arms crossed waiting for her justice. Unfortunately for Adam, the urge to void was too strong, and in no time the proud young man was forced to release his load, the expulsion loudly sounding off in the small nursery as he blushed in shame. “You really needed this Adam,” Victorian opined, “I can smell your filth.” She laughed evilly as he released a constant flow of foul water and solid waste from his butthole until he was unburdened by the liquid load.

Breathing heavily and shivering from the epic expulsion, Adam lifted himself from the potty chair and motioned towards the door to go about his day, but his progress was once again halted by Victoria. “Not so fast, young man!” Victoria instructed as she looked over in the chamber pot to inspect Adam’s reeking results. “You’re only half done,” she informed him, “You’ve yet to pleasure yourself in front of me and from the looks of the results here, you are still in need of another much-larger enema.”

“But Victoria!” Adam pleaded, “There is nothing left in my balls or bowels.”

“We will see about that!” Victoria quickly replied as she pulled out her red rubber Paris enema kit, tubing, and thick 30cm colon tube from the black Gladstone bag. Adam caught a whiff of the latex and leather as his nanny removed the apparatus and began filling the crimson basin with 3 quarts of warm water. Once brimming with fluid, Victoria screwed in the adapter, attached the tubing, and used a smaller rectal pipe to secure the long colon tube to the unit.

“Get up on your hands and knees on this changing table young man,” she demanded, “time for a big boy enema.” Adam’s Au Pair attached the eyelet at the top of the bag to the coat hanger, securing the Paris unit a bit over two feet above his asshole, perfect height for a nice slow filling. With a baby washcloth, Victoria cleaned Adam’s dirty bottom while he obediently waited on his elbows, ass up in the air. Convinced her charge was ready for a final cleansing, Victoria squirted a copious amount of KY into her porcelain hands, and began working each digit in and out of Adam’s worn out botty.

“Aaahhhjah” he bleated as Victoria sneaked a second finger past Adam’s anal ring. With his buttonhole open and glistening with lube, his nanny faced little resistance slipping in a third digit, Adam’s body quivering as she three-finger buggered his bottom into a creamy mess. After withdrawing her index, middle and ring fingers, Victoria introduced the long, thick, colon tube into Adam, the first ten inches hungrily sucked in by his wide open asshole. It was only after 12 inches of intestinal tube were inserted that Victoria met any resistance, at which time, she popped the stopcock to start the flow of enema solution into Adam.

As Adam filled, Victoria continued to work the colon tube expertly in and out of his brown eye, the latex snake skipping across his prostate gland as it advanced inside his guts. With the water being deposited so much higher up his intestines, Adam didn’t feel the pressure on his anus, but rather an ever-building tickle further up his belly, a sign that Victoria’s high enema was filling the nether regions of his bowels. This growing electricity in his abdomen paired with the prostate stimulation produced the desired results, and Adam was once again sporting a respectable erection.

“See Adam,” Victoria proudly proclaimed, “I told you I would get a rise out of you once again.” “Now stroke your naughty cock in front of me so I can witness your self gratification.” she challenged the horny young man.

Accepting of his fate, Adam began enthusiastically working his turgid tallywhacker in front of his Au Pair, his bowels still slowly filling with warm water from Victoria’s 3-quart Paris enema bag. To ensure a creamy result, Victoria continued to bugger her boy with the colon tube until she had fed every last centimeter of latex loveliness inside him, delivering the final cups of the more than half gallon of liquid deep into his intestines. Full of water and quaking for release, Adam gave his dick three more hard strokes and blasted baby batter all over the nursery changing table while Victoria removed almost a meter of tubing from him, smugly grinning the whole time.

With both the Paris bag and Adam’s balls empty, Victoria exclaimed proudly, “You said you were a big boy, now you’ve taken a big boy enema.” She proudly continued, “Just because you’re a young man doesn’t mean you’re too old for me to give you a spanking and clyster, and don’t you forget it!”

“Yes ma’am,” Adam whimpered.

“Now sit down on your potty chair like a baby and rid yourself of the rest of this filth so you might find a balance of your humors,” she suggested.

Adam didn’t need to be told twice, as he was painfully full of fluid and happily let loose a deluge of enema water into the chamber pot on the bottom of his potty chair as Victoria watched. As he voided the punitive clyster, his Au Pair looked at the results to make sure he was properly cleansed of his backed up filth. After minutes of unending expulsion, Adam was finally empty and feeling remorseful for his misdeeds, and began his apology.

“I am sorry I spied on you Victoria, truly,” he confided, “it won’t happen again and I promise to try and control my urges from now on.”

“That’s a good boy,” Victoria commended, “now get up on the changing table and I will put you in your nappy before you take a long nap and think about what transpired today.” Feeling extra submissive and drained after being beat, buggered, and bagged, Adam jumped up and the changing table and entered a state of relaxation as his Au Pair wrapped him in a nappy and tucked him in for a long nap. Safe to say, Adam slept like a baby after that and thought twice before indulging in his peeping-tom tendencies.

“Sleep tight,” Victoria commanded as she left the nursery, “I will be back to check your temp in your botty when you wake to make sure you have no fever and to ensure your humors are in balance.”

“Yes Victoria,” Adam whispered as he dozed off dreaming of his Au Pair.