-Truly, Michael, you’re SO overreacting…- Vic complained. -Oh…- She moaned next; Michael’s answer to her whines? Sliding slowly the black, plastic nozzle into her wrinkled, awaiting asshole; with some difficulties: Michael never lubes good enough the nozzle. UGH¡ Vic was surely upset ‘bout her predicament; didn’t have in mind getting an enema so early in the morning on Saturday… and yet, there she lied, over the lap of her husband, pyjama pants down to knees, legs spread, anus exposed, and bulb (after bulb) ready to be emptied into her rectum. And just after coffee and breakfast¡ That was ‘bout to get challenging… Yeah, she knows, that’s how discipline goes in the family, yes, both her girls think all the same when she’s the one dishing out, but…. So soon, SO underserved? UGH, again….

Those thoughts started swirling around alongside the liquid rushing into her rectum, as Michael squeezed tight the bulb. GURL-GURL… It sounded loud. -AH…. – She moaned once more. Hot, hotter than she wished to, but especially soapy, WAY soapier than she wished to. Michael always gets excessive with soap, that’s why she doesn’t let him give the girls enemas. Besides, his motives are always lamer than hers… That BIG bowl he just prepared, was about just forgetting something… That happens ALL the time¡ She meant, yeah, well, the heater is surely dangerous, but nothing happened, right? Right…? SLLLURPPP…. -OHH…- The bulb was totally emptied. Vic started feeling that familiar feeling of needing potty, just getting started. She adjusted herself a bit around Michael’s lap, so she could take it better… Lap isn’t the best position to take an enema, and, oh, Michael sure knows. GRRLLLL… The bulb was full again. SIGHT… Her cheeks got separated, the nozzle made the exact same journey through her butthole and transferred another 100cc of soapy water into her. With double the dose, Vic was certain there were a couple of bars melting in that bowl which surely shouldn’t be there¡ -It’s too soapy today, Michael…¡ UF…- She remarked the effort she’d need to keep it all in, as another GRLL... sound announced 3rd round to come. “As soapy as it is needed” was his answer. Sh*tty answer, she though. -F*ck- Vic answered, clear and concise, but she had no effect on Michael’s posture: actions speak louder than words, and the action was, no doubt ‘bout it, inserting the nozzle for a 3rd time, as he was planning to. MMMPH… Vic groaned, uncomfortable, her protest mixing with the sound of the enema passing through, the same way her colon mixed the soapy water with everything already there. For experience, she calculated ‘bout a couple more bulbs in store, and she was nervous considering she already felt like using the bathroom… Quiet a lot. Unlike her daughters, Vic is stoic, sparing with words, when disciplined, but she can’t help herself but express her disagreement from time to time, more even when felt underserved. -Was not enough for you I said I won’t forget again? That bowl is huge- She said, the same time that huge bowl got another 100c of it GRRLLL…-sounding, flowing on her bottom. Michael only assured, he was ‘bout to make sure she will do as she said. -Seriously…. - Still not convinced. Could accept that, but not sure she could accept more bulbs in her, as soon as one more SLURP sounded was followed by the bulb abandoning her butt -AH…. This is a lot, Michael… I don’t know if I can get more- She insisted. Vic was sure it wouldn’t work, as Michael is stern in his punishments, but she tried nonetheless…. Prompt answer being the (announced, at least) final bulb sliding into her. “Last one” she heard. Yeah, good, but still a lot for her to get so soon in the morning… and so close to the coffee. Caffeine was helping a lot. If she had something learned from this, was she was going to be extra careful with the heater, that was non-negotiable. The enema was unjust (and even more being that big), still, in her mind. SLLLURRPPP…. -OOOHHH…- Yes, Vic got the entire bowl into her. 500cc collected, revolting in her asshole. Sighted deep as she clenched tight to prevent any leaks, while the nozzle slid out her one last time.

-Uh…. - She was needed, no doubt about that. She got up from her husband’s lap, careful not the unclench, and got her clothes up. Touched her belly: very full. Michael, too, touched her belly: yep, very full. And he was satisfied with it. Michael pointed the bathroom, but she was not going to use it so soon, for sure: punishment required 5 minutes of holding, but she could do something else meanwhile. Vic, once more, expressed clear her disdain with such severe actions taken upon her with another “F*ck,” louder than the 1st one. She placed herself in front of the mirror to brush her teeth, but her mind could not get off the almost half-litter of soapy solution she was hiding between her cheeks; even less helping was the toilet reflecting into the mirror, she glancing sideways when her urges got the best of her. Tried her best to focus on her other task, dissociating from her impeding needs, but body sometimes can more than mind, and she was showing without pretense she was dying to release. Crossed legs, bending a bit… anything she could think off that could help her cope with her body pressing crazy against her very much clenched asshole. And she couldn’t get her hands still, placing them between her belly and her bottom. Although not without a couple of moments of doubt about her capacity to hold it in, Vic managed her 5 minutes, and as soon as she was done, turned to Michael, desperate -Michael, I’m using the bathroom, I can’t hold it anymore- She was direct: she served her sentence, nothing Michael could say ‘bout it. Left the toothbrush in the sink, turned to the toilet, pants and panties rushed to knees, and PLOP-sitting on the toilet. Vic closed her eyes and truly savoured the moment when her needed asshole finally opened wide, relaxed. -OH… God…- She moaned, this time alleviated, as 500cc of soapy water abandoned her body, a waterfall falling loud into the bowl below her. PPPPPSSSSSSH…. PPPRFSHT…. (classic, some gas too¡). Whatever she had to expel, it rushed effortlessly with the enema gush¡ SIGHT… RELIEF. “Better?” Michael passed by to check on her, as she looked at him with some contempt: she minds none a little bit he was looking at her while relieving herself, the same she cares little about how noisy, or smelly (both, she was) she could be (her daughters may know? Who cared¡ She needed it) but was surely annoyed punishment was that hard¡ Fixed a bit her hair before showing him she wasn’t all that convinced with his call... but made sure to remark that would not happen away. -What do you think…? Obviously, I had it clear you don’t like I forget some stuff- She said. “All I wanted to hear” Michael replied. Damn…. He was going to be right ‘bout that¡