Tears trickled down Jessica’s face. She was feeling a multitude of discomforts, both emotionally and physically. She was in her bedroom, awaiting the next step in her punishments from her mother Victoria. Her heart beat swiftly, from the discomfort in her burning buttocks and anus, the anticipation of her upcoming discipline, and the embarrassment she was experiencing. She was completely naked, bent over one of the bolsters from her bed with her knees, elbows, and breasts resting on her bed’s comforter. She had been instructed to leave her knees spread and her hips elevated, which left her vulva and anus exposed between her taut buttocks. Jessica could feel the cool air on her bare skin.

Jessica knew that she had brought all of this on herself and wondered when she would learn her lesson. She had learned that executive function does not develop until well after the teenage years and she was a case study in that as an eighteen-year-old. Her mother Victoria was consistent in delivering the needed corporal punishments to Jessica to keep her on the straight and narrow. Victoria’s efforts had adjusted Jessica’s life path from one involved in smoking, drinking, and poor choices in friends to her being at the top of her class academically and athletically. Jessica’s occasional self-destructive choices always resulted in her receiving swift and decisive punishments at the hand of her mother and deep down she appreciated those measures.

Her being in this vulnerable position was a direct result of the decisions she had made the previous night and this morning. She had had a history exam today, but she found the material to be dry and boring and had allowed herself to procrastinate and not study for it the night before. She had awoken that morning realizing that she was going to do poorly on the exam and had decided to try to fake being sick to get herself some additional study time during a “sick day.” During her trip to the bathroom, she washed her face with extra hot water and ran an oral thermometer under the same hot flow, then walked back to her bedroom and began her performance.

“Mom? I don’t feel well,” she called out. Her mother Victoria came into her bedroom to find her daughter with a thermometer in her mouth. “Not feeling well, honey?” she asked. Jessica shook her head in reply, since her mouth was otherwise occupied with the thermometer which beeped at that moment. Victoria extracted the thermometer which read a temperature of 101F. She felt her daughter’s forehead to check for fever as she considered the situation. “Hmm … you do feel a little warm. Anything going on at school?“ Jessica shook her head, even though she knew her mother was aware that she had an exam that day. “Well, let’s double-check your temperature before we make any decisions. I’ll be right back.” Victoria left Jessica’s bedroom, leaving her daughter lying in bed. She returned after just a few minutes with an oblong case and a jar of vaseline. Jessica knew that her plans were disintegrating as Victoria opened the case and removed the dreaded old-fashioned rectal thermometer from within. She shook the thermometer down, opened the jar of vaseline, and plunged the pronounced bulb of the thermometer into the thick lubricant. “OK - roll over so we can check your temperature more accurately.” Jessica slowly complied, turning over onto her tummy and lifting her hips as instructed so her mother could pull her pajama bottoms down and off. Her mother had her raise up again and then tucked one of her pillows under her hips to raise her rear end. Jessica’s face turned pink as she lay there face-down and bare-bottomed, about to have her temperature taken rectally like a toddler. She felt her mother guide her legs apart slightly, and then felt her buttocks being spread and the slick thermometer sliding briskly into her vulnerable anus. Her mother consulted her watch as she held the thermometer in place, her hand resting on Jessica’s rear. Victoria noted that her daughter’s skin was of a regular temperature where she was touching, and began to suspect that Jessica was up to something.

Three minutes later, Victoria extracted the thermometer which read a normal 98.6 degrees. She wiped the thermometer down with alcohol as she asked, “Jessica, your temperature is normal. I am starting to feel like you’re not really ill. Is there anything you’d like to talk about?” Jessica felt a wave of nervousness begin as then turned back over, sat up, and pulled her pajama bottoms back on. “Does your saying you’re feeling ill have anything to do with your history exam today?” Victoria asked. Jessica realized that she wouldn’t be able to continue her charade and nodded slowly. “So you’re not really sick - you were just trying to deceive me and skip school today, correct?” Jessica nodded again and began to sniffle, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew that she had failed in fooling her mother and that she was now in trouble. “You’ve made two serious infractions today. You didn’t study for your exam, but then you lied about it which is even more problematic. As you know, lying always results in your being punished, and this isn’t the first time this has happened.” Victoria took a few moments to think before continuing.

“In just a moment, I’m going to undress you, put you over my knee and give you a spanking on your bare bottom. After your corner time, you may get dressed and then I’ll take you to school. You’ll receive additional, more severe corrections this evening after dinner. I feel like I need to take further steps to stop what I feel is becoming a problem. Do you have any questions or anything to say for yourself?” Jessica shook her head, the tears now starting to come more freely as she began anticipating the spanking she was about to be given.

Victoria had Jessica stand up, grasped the hem of her pajama top and pulled it up and over her daughter’s head, revealing her pert breasts. She folded the pajama top neatly and placed it on the bed, then pulled down Jessica’s pajama bottoms and had her step out of them, leaving her fully naked. Victoria folded the pajama bottom and also placed it on the bed, then retrieved Jessica’s round wooden hairbrush from her dresser. She walked over to Jessica’s desk chair, sat down, and beckoned to the naked teenager to stand at her right side. Victoria then delivered a scolding to her daughter who stood looking down at the floor in shame and embarrassment. Victoria ended her brief lecture with the question, “Do you understand why you’re being given a spanking this morning, Jessica?” “Yes, Mom. I am being punished for lying and not studying for my exam like I should have.” “Correct, Jessica. Now please ask for your spanking.” Jessica sniffled a bit, and then replied with tears leaking from her eyes, “Mom, may I please be given a spanking to help remind me to be responsible in my studying and to tell the truth?” “Yes, you may, Jessica. Over my knee.”

Jessica leaned forward and felt her upper arm being grasped to guide her over her mother’s lap. As she scooted forward, her toes lifted off the floor and she grasped the rail of the chair. She felt the cool wooden back of the hairbrush resting on her bottom as she lay there looking at the floor, contemplating the punishment that was soon coming. It felt so odd to be completely disrobed and lying over the lap of a fully dressed adult. She knew that her being naked was an important part of the experience of corporal punishment in that it reinforced the position of authority that her mother had over her. Her thoughts were interrupted as her mother then said, “I’m going to give you your spanking now, Jessica. It is all right to cry.” Victoria knew that the flood of tears that her daughter would soon be releasing would be from a combination of the burning sensation of the spanking itself, combined with her guilt and shame, and the humiliation of having to be naked and over her mother’s lap. The corporal punishment was a way to bring a tangible specificity to the potentially confusing morass of emotions.

Victoria lifted the hairbrush and began Jessica’s spanking. The first biting smack of the paddle was accompanied by a sharp inhalation from Jessica with the burning sensation in her bare bottom arriving a second later. As Victoria had predicted, Jessica burst into tears almost immediately. Victoria continued Jessica’s spanking, alternating smacking her daughter’s left and then right buttocks. Jessica’s rear end began taking on a pink and then red hue as the paddle delivered its sharp blows. Victoria completed the spanking with ten sharp smacks on each of Jessica’s upper thighs where they met her buttocks as her daughter cried out sharply. Victoria held her naked daughter over her lap as her weeping decreased to steady crying and then sniffling apologies. She then allowed Jessica to stand, then led her over to the corner of her room to begin her corner time. Jessica stood facing the corner and commenced thinking about her choices and taking the time to calm her emotions somewhat. When the ten minutes were up, she began dressing for school which included gingerly pulling her panties up over her sore bottom.

Jessica walked home after school and proceeded to do her homework and chores. Her mother came home from work and conversed with her pleasantly. She asked how the history exam went, and Jessica replied that she felt that she had done better than she had anticipated. They ate dinner together and cleaned up afterwards. Jessica knew her mother wouldn’t have forgotten about the additional punishments but she didn’t mention them. That didn’t prevent Jessica from being in a state of nervous anticipation all evening. It was around 7:00 when Jessica jumped nervously as her mother came into her room and announced, “All right, it’s time for you to receive the rest of your punishment.”

Victoria had her daughter sit on her bed while she stood before her. “I’ve been thinking about your behavior this morning and feel that it indicates a concerning predilection to lying. I also feel that I need to address it swiftly. I’ve chosen your punishments to be such that the message is delivered clearly.” Jessica’s pulse rate was increasing as she listened to this lecture, and she felt a thrill of nervousness from what her mother next explained. “I have decided to give you a large, hot, soapy enema, a spanking, and then another enema to clean out the soap. I feel that these interventions are what you need to get back onto a path towards better decisions.” Jessica nodded slowly, coming to terms with the discomfort and embarrassment that she would soon be experiencing. Her mother did not make her wait long, delivering her next instructions: “Now, get undressed and then come to the bathroom to be given your enema.” Her mother left her room to prepare the equipment.

Jessica pulled off her socks and then unbuttoned and took off her blouse. She unclasped her bra and removed it, leaving her bare from the waist up. She heard the water running in the bathroom as her mother was preparing the first of her enemas. Her heart beating swiftly, she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and then pulled them down and off, leaving her in only her panties. Her breasts swung free as she bent over to pull down her briefs, then stepped out of them and tossed them and the rest of her clothes into her laundry hamper. She caught a glimpse of her naked body in her closet mirror, noting the tension and nervous expression on her own face. She then walked out of her room and into the bathroom, feeling the cool air on her naked skin.

Entering the bathroom, she observed the preparations that her mother had made for her punishment. A large jar of vaseline was open on the counter, and a bath towel was spread out on the tile floor. The gallon-sized red rubber enema bag was hanging from the towel rack, bulging with its warm soapy contents. The long red hose dangled from the enema bag, ending in the large black plastic nozzle that was about three inches long and an inch wide, flaring to a wide base. The nozzle glistened with the thick layer of vaseline with which her mother had lubricated it. Jessica shivered in anticipation and nervousness, knowing that this large obturator would soon be forced into her bottom.

“All right, Jessica, let’s have you on your knees and elbows on the floor.” Jessica knelt down on the bath towel, and lowered herself down to her elbows. Her nipples hardened as they touched the rough terry cloth of the towel. She felt her mother guiding her knees apart and then pressing on the small of her back to tilt her hips up to provide easier access to her anus. She had a sensation of complete humiliation as she felt the cool air on her most private regions. Her mother donned exam gloves, scooped up a generous amount of vaseline on her right middle finger and knelt down next to the teenager. “I’m going to lubricate your rectum for your first enema now,” her mother explained. Jessica stared at the tile floor, as she felt her buttocks being spread and then her mother’s slippery gloved finger spreading the vaseline around the outside of her anus, then pressing all the way into her rectum. She winced as she felt her mother’s finger busily slide in and out of her rectum several times to spread the lubricant thoroughly, then withdraw. She then felt the tip of the enema nozzle between her buttocks. “I’m going to insert the enema nozzle now,” her mother said, and Jessica felt the pressure of the nozzle begin. Her anus resisted for a moment and then began to stretch to accommodate the intruder. Jessica’s nude body and spread buttocks tensed as the nozzle advanced, forcing her anus apart and then sliding in and seating firmly in her rectum. “All right, I’m starting your enema, Jessica.” Jessica heard the click as her mother released the clamp on the enema hose and the hot flow began.

Jessica maintained position as the four quarts of warm soapy water began flowing into her rectum and lower intestines. Her mother spoke to her as her punishment progressed, “You’re receiving this punishment for your own good. I want you to think about your choices and how they contributed to your being in this situation.” Jessica listened and nodded, the tears starting to come as the pressure in her tummy increased. She did realize that her choices and poor judgment were her responsibility. She made an effort to associate her choices with the result being her being given an enema while being naked and in her current embarrassing position. Her digestive tract began to rebel against the hot water and soap being injected into it, and Jessica began experiencing pressure and cramping and the strong urge to evacuate. She panted in and out in an attempt to calm the urge, which helped a little. Finally the last of the enema gurgled into her bottom and her mother clamped the tubing. She was made to stay in position with her rear high in the air, the thick intruder cold and uncomfortably lodged in her rear passage. Jessica felt her mother’s hand on her engorged bare stomach, massaging it gently to ensure the enema fluid reached the far reaches of her deep insides. Finally she was allowed to stand and was led to the toilet, the enema hose dangling from her rear end. Victoria grasped the nozzle and pulled firmly until it slid out of her daughter’s anus. Jessica fell to the toilet seat and the enema came rushing out. Jessica began crying again, as her emotions burst from her with a catharsis that matched the rush of the soapy fluid pouring out of her bottom.

When she had finished expelling the enema, Victoria wiped between her daughter’s buttocks with baby wipes and then led the weeping teenager to her room. She took one of the bolsters from the head of the bed and placed it near the foot, then bent her naked daughter over the bolster. Victoria then explained that she would be given ten minutes to think about her choices before receiving her spanking. To reinforce the lesson, Victoria explained that she would be inserting a ginger suppository into Jessica’s rectum. Jessica’s crying intensified at this announcement - she was already in so much discomfort she didn’t know how to emotionally process that she would also have to endure having one of the ginger suppositories inserted into her bottom. Victoria retrieved a suppository and the vaseline from the bathroom and laid them on the bed in front of Jessica. Jessica watched her mother put on gloves again, and then remove the amber colored suppository from its packaging and coat it liberally in vaseline. Victoria then walked behind her daughter as Jessica resumed looking at the wall above her bed, her eyes wide, her face tense, and her fists clenched. She then felt her mother’s fingers and thumb spread her buttocks, and then a finger again lubricate her rectum. The finger retreated and the tip of suppository was placed against the entrance of her anus. Victoria pressed the suppository past her daughter’s anal ring and deep into her rectum, holding it in place as it melted inside of her rectal passage. Jessica began to immediately feel the burning sensation from the ginger inside, which was exacerbated by her mother sliding her finger in and out of her rectum several times and then circling the crinkled opening of her anus with her finger to spread the ginger solution around on the outside as well. A timer set to ten minutes was started, as Jessica began to feel the intensity of the burning from the ginger increase.

Jessica was instructed to leave her knees spread and her hips elevated during her ten minutes of thinking time. She thought at length about the discomfort and humiliation she had experienced as a result of her poor choices and then the timer beeped she was in a fully remorseful state of mind. The burning of the ginger contrasted with the coolness of the air on her naked body and exposed private regions. Victoria re-entered Jessica’s room to find her crying daughter apologizing again and again, promising to not repeat the same mistakes. Victoria allowed Jessica to stand up from her bent-over position and then sat on her daughter’s bed to take her into her lap to allow the teenager to have a good cleansing cry in her mother’s arms. Jessica barely registered that she was still naked as she was reduced to the emotional state of a much younger child. She managed to catch her breath and calm down after a few minutes, but then began crying again after being reminded that she was still going to be given another spanking. Victoria explained that since she was convinced her daughter had learned her lesson, it would be a hand spanking and not a paddling like before. Jessica nodded slowly but almost enthusiastically and stood up again. Her mother lifted her nude daughter over her lap, and then proceeded to deliver five minutes of sharp smacks to her cherry-red bottom. Jessica continued crying freely as her mother’s palm beat a steady tattoo on her sore and red bottom. She was then allowed to stand and was placed back in corner time.

Jessica’s mother returned to her bedroom after ten minutes to bring her back to the bathroom for the final step in that evening’s punishment. The enema bag had been rinsed and filled with three liters of a warmed isotonic saline solution to act as a rinse for the soap still in Jessica’s colon. Jessica began to get down on her knees and elbows obediently, but Victoria explained that she would be giving Jessica her second enema while she was face up, and had her turn over onto her back. Victoria lifted Jessica’s legs up until they were touching her breasts. Jessica allowed her knees to fall apart as instructed, but began to cry again in humiliation from the feelings of nakedness and vulnerability which were at their height in this position. She felt the nozzle being pressed firmly against her sore anus until it was allowed its passage and slid all the way in to its base. Victoria started the warm flow and again massaged her daughter’s stomach as it filled with the solution. Victoria held Jessica’s legs in position with the nozzle stuck deep inside her until the injection of the solution had completed. Victoria then clamped the tubing and allowed her daughter to roll back over. She helped Jessica to a standing position and then to the toilet to evacuate.

When Jessica was finished and had been wiped, her mother had her bend back over her lap so she could apply some soothing lotion to her daughter’s red and blistered bottom. She was then allowed to stand, wash her face, and brush her teeth. Victoria brought her back to her bedroom and put her into a nightgown. She then tucked her daughter into bed (on her stomach) and said good night. Jessica drifted off to sleep completely exhausted and thankful for having a mother who cared about her so deeply and took her discipline so seriously. She vowed to herself that she would make better choices in the future.