By Anne Bonney, c. 2008

Part 1

“You know what you need, baby,” Kevin says.

I shake my head emphatically. My mouth feels dry, and I can feel my heart pounding. “No,” I insist. “Not yet. It hasn’t been three days yet.”

“Look at you. You’re all twisted around that pillow like a pretzel. You’re hurting.”

“One more day,” I insist.

“You know you’re just going to feel worse tomorrow. You know that waiting’s going to make the whole procedure more uncomfortable. Plus, you’ll be in pain all night. Why do this to yourself?” Kevin reaches out to stroke my back. “Let me make you feel better.”

I bury my face in the pillow. “I can’t,” I groan. “Kevin, I just can’t. It’s too humiliating.”

“Why? You didn’t mind getting them from Nate.”

“Nate’s a doctor. He violates me on a regular basis. It’s strictly professional.”

“I’m your husband. I violate you on a regular basis too. For strictly personal reasons. You know I know what I’m doing. Nate showed me on you, remember?”

“I know,” I breathe. “ I was there, believe me, I remember. Goddamn, that was either a fantasy or a nightmare come true. Maybe both.”

Kevin grins mischievously. “I don’t think it was a nightmare. Oh baby, you got so turned on. You were as wet as a river.” He sobers a bit. “You obviously enjoyed it. Why are you so resistant now? What are you afraid of?”

I look down. Kevin gently captures my face and pulls my gaze back to him. He caresses the sides of my face.

“I hate feeling so helpless ,” I say, finally.

Kevin stares into my eyes. “I know feeling vulnerable is hard for you,” he tells me. “I know your instinct is to fight it. But there’s a flip side to it; some part of you loves it. You crave it. Because you want to trust me. I’m not talking about hurting you, you know I won’t, and I know physical pain doesn’t scare you much anyway.” He pauses for a minute. “You want to trust me to love you even when you show me your weakest, most vulnerable parts.” He pulls me closer to him. “And I do,” he whispers. “I love it when you share those tender parts of yourself with me. I love it when you put yourself completely in my hands. “

Kevin pulls me into his arms. “You can trust me. And I will love you.”

I whimper and bury my face in his shoulder because I believe him. And I know he’s right. I need this.

“So what do you want to do, baby?” Kevin asks. He nuzzles my neck and bites on my earlobe.

I moan with pleasure, discomfort momentarily forgotten. I press my body against his. He runs his hand underneath my shirt and gently twists my nipples.

“You know you need it,” he murmurs.

I nod, slowly, reluctantly. “I know,” I say in a barely audible voice.

I hear his sharp intake of breath and feel his cock stir underneath me. “Are you going to let me do it to you, baby?” he asks. “Right now?”

I close my eyes and inhale deeply. “I’m scared, Kevin,” I confess. I’m also terribly aroused.

A slow smile spreads across his face. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle with you.”

“Come on,” he pulls me off the couch and takes my hand. I can barely walk I’m so nervous. My pulse is racing.

Kevin embraces me and kisses me firmly. “You know what, sweetheart?” he murmurs. I can feel his erection grinding insistently against my crotch.

“What?” I gasp as a wave of pleasure overtakes me.

“You look so damn sexy with all that tubing shoved up your ass,” he growls, as I whimper with a mixture of shock, anticipation, and arousal.

“God, it turns me on,” he murmurs, nipping at my neck. I am melting under the force of his desire.

After a few seconds, Kevin pulls away from me. “Baby, we better stop this, or I’ll never actually getting around to giving it to you.” He points me toward the bedroom. “Go take off your clothes. All of them. I’ll get your enema ready.”

I swallow hard, nervous again at his words.

“Where would you rather do this?” Kevin asks. “The bedroom?”

I shake my head. “Bathroom. How much are you going to make me take?”

“Doc said to start with two quarts,” Kevin answers.

“You’re not going to use soap, are you?” I ask.

Kevin looks at me. “Well, I was going to,” he says.

“Please don’t,” I say.

“You know it’ll clean you out better.”

“I know,” I admit, staring at the floor. “But I really don’t like it. It hurts. It’s so hard for me to take the whole thing if it’s got soap in it. Could you just use water, please?”

Kevin looks thoughtfully at me. “According to Doc, it really depends how constipated you are.”

I’m blushing bright red now, I’m sure. It’s embarrassing to hear him speak so causally of what were till recently, my private bodily functions. I can’t meet his eyes. “It’s only been two days,” I say weakly.

Kevin shrugs. “You seem to be in a lot of pain.”

“I could always stop taking the goddamn antidepressants,” I snap.

Kevin quickly takes my face in his hands, tilting my head upwards so that we’re looking eye to eye. “No, you can’t, honey. That’s completely out of the question. This enema is not punishment, and I won’t use it that way. Not yet. Not while you’re sick. But I wonder if you need a good spanking after this is over to help you improve your attitude.”

“You could spank me instead of um, doing this,” I say hopefully.

Kevin shakes his head. “I’ll spank you in addition to giving you an enema, how’s that?”

I groan. “At least don’t use the soap, Kevin, please,” I beg.

“Would you like me to examine you and see how impacted you are?” he asks.

“No,” I whimper, mortified. “But if it will keep you from pumping me full of soap, then, alright,”

I sigh in resignation. “Go ahead.”

“Go take off your clothes,” Kevin orders. “Then come into the bathroom.”

I do as he’s instructed, feeling butterflies in my stomach. I’m so nervous.

When I reach the bathroom, I see Kevin has hung a pink rubber bag over the towel rack. It is full, bulging, really. A white hose dangles from the bottom and terminates in a long, fluted nozzle with holes down the sides. I tremble. I know Nate has used longer and wider nozzles on me, but the thought of Kevin pushing that thing up my bottom is different, somehow.

He sees me looking at the apparatus. “I haven’t put any soap in it yet,” he says, pulling a pair of latex gloves from the box in the cabinet. “Kneel down, baby.”

I feel totally exposed as I lower myself to the floor.

“Lower your shoulders,” Kevin orders. “Spread your legs wider.”

I turn to look at him. He’s deliberately standing in my line of sight so I can see what he’s doing. He meets my eyes as he slowly and deliberately coats his index finger with a layer of KY. I squeeze my eyes shut. I feel him move behind me.

“You ready, baby?” he asks softly, though already his finger is lightly touching my anus. God help me, it feels good. I moan, wanting to feel his finger penetrating me, but not wanting to admit it to him. When I feel light pressure against my opening, I push back against it. I whimper at the slight pain as his finger widens me and slowly slides inside. As he presses deeper, my whimper becomes a groan, and soon I’m almost crying out with the pleasure. I feel the hot moisture from my pussy between my thighs. Everything feels swollen and aching. I move back and forth on Kevin’s finger until he lightly slaps my bottom.

Part 2

“Hey, take it easy!” he laughs. “I’m supposed to be examining you. Remember that?”

He withdraws his finger and peels off the gloves. I close my eyes again, ashamed to be so aroused and willing.

I hear him snap on another pair of gloves. “I guess you don’t need the soap. But if you’d waited until tomorrow you would probably have. ”

“We need to discuss this, baby,” he says, picking up the nozzle as I groan softly. “I forced the issue this time.” He holds the nozzle over the sink and releases the clamp on the hose. Water gushes from the holes. “I’m not going to next time. You need to take the initiative.” He clamps the hose shut again. “Next time you’re constipated, which you probably will be again in the next two or three days, you need to come to me. And if it’s been three days you’re getting the soap.”

I whimper with humiliation and bury my head in my arms.

I watch him rubbing KY on the nozzle. “Just come to me and tell me. Say, ‘Kevin, I need an enema.’ Can you do that?”

I shake my head. “I doubt it.”

“Try it,” he commands, moving behind me.

“Please,” I groan in humiliation.

“Say it, baby,” he orders.

“Kevin…“ I begin.

“Come on, baby,” Kevin coaxes. “You know you need it.”

“Please just give it to me,” I say, unable to look at him. “Get it over with.”

“I will. As soon as you ask me for it.”

I take a deep breath and try not to think about it too much. “Please Kevin, I need an enema.”

Kevin kneels beside me. “That was great, sweetheart. I know how hard that was for you.” He rubs my lower back. “And you’re right. You do need one. Badly. So go ahead and get comfortable.”

I lower my shoulders back to the floor, raising my bottom up slightly.

“You want me to give you the enema while you’re kneeling ?” Kevin asks.

“Yes,” I sigh. “I can accept more this way, and I don’t cramp as badly.”

“Okay, baby. Are you ready?”

I sigh again. “Yes.”

“Alright. I’m going to work this long nozzle way up inside you.”

I feel the cold hard plastic press against my anus. I relax against it and it slides into my rectum easily. I groan with pleasure as the hard plastic is slowly pushed farther and farther up my bottom. I’m panting with desire and my pussy and clitoris feel hot and heavy by the time Kevin’s got it all the way in.

“How does that feel, baby?” Kevin asks.

“Ohhhh,” I moan in response.

“Ready to start the enema, sweetheart?”

I nod and pant with arousal. I feel so humiliated to be kneeling , completely naked and exposed like this, with the white tube sticking out of my bottom. And most mortifying of all is that I’m so wet and turned on by the whole experience. I can’t meet Kevin’s eyes. Though someday he will probably make me.

Something occurs to me.“Kevin,” I say. “Are you going to run it wide open?”

He shakes his head. “I was going to give it to you slowly.”

“Good. I can probably take more that way,” I say, still not able to look at him.

“Okay, here we go,” he says, releasing the clamp.

In a few seconds, I feel the warmth at my opening, through my rectum, then spreading deep inside my bowels. I forget to be ashamed as I moan with pleasure and sink into the carpet. It isn’t long until I feel Kevin’s gloved fingers spreading my labia apart.

“Sweetheart, I think it’s crazy that you fight this so much. You so obviously enjoy it,” he says, stroking my clitoris.

I groan as a cramp hits. “Kevin, as good as that feels, could you maybe massage my abdomen instead?”

Kevin moves his hands and begins to knead the way Nate showed him. I cry out as a stronger wave of cramps grip me. “Kevin,” I gasp. “I’m not sure I can take much more.”

“You’re doing real well, baby. Over half of it’s in you. What if I slowed it down some more?”

“Okay,” I agree.

“Roll over on your back,” Kevin says, adjusting the clamp.

I gingerly roll over. The cramps are terrible.

“Kevin,” I tell him. “The only way you’re going to get the rest of this inside me is to run it full bore and get it done quick.”

“Are you sure you want me to do that?” Kevin asks, rubbing my stomach.

“Not really. I know it’s going to hurt. But I can’t hold this much longer,” I tell him. “Go ahead and do it.”

Kevin opens the clamp and I feel the surge of warm water immediately. The cramps are intense, painful. I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on breathing. When I open my eyes, Kevin is clamping the hose again.

“You did it,” he says. “It’s all in.”

He goes back to kneading my stomach. “Are you cramping up right now?”

I grit my teeth and nod.

“Tell me when it stops.”

“Okay, it’s stopped. ” I gasp as he quickly pulls the nozzle out of my bottom.

“I can’t hold it anymore,” I groan. “Please tell me you’re going to leave for a while.” I look at him pleadingly.

Kevin smiles at me. “I think we’ll both be happier that way.”

He helps me off the floor and onto the toilet. It’s all I can do to hold it in until he’s out of the room. He closes the door behind him, and at last I can release it.

It takes thirty minutes or so for it all to come out of me. God, I feel so much better. I clean myself well and exit the bathroom. I see Kevin turning down the sheets in the bedroom.

“How do you feel now, baby?” he asks.

“Fantastic,” I say, kissing him lightly. “A little tired.”

“Lie down,” he says, patting the bed.

I sprawl across the bed, relaxing for the first time in days. Kevin sits down next to me and rubs my back. I start to doze. I’m vaguely aware of Kevin getting up. Some time later he comes back, and I’m semi-conscious of him moving things around.

“Scoot over, baby,” he whispers in my ear. I sleepily comply.

Kevin lays a thickly folded towel over the bed. “Okay sweetheart. Lie on the towel. Roll onto your left side.”

I am suddenly fully aware again. I jerk my head up. I see a very large, clear bag full of water hanging from the metal bed post. The nozzle that Kevin’s chosen this time is long, black, and plastic, with a rather large flange at the base. I remember Nate using something similar on me once. I shudder with desire remembering how it made me feel.

“How much?” I squeak, rolling over, turning my back to Kevin and the apparatus.

Part 3

“Four quarts this time,” Kevin tells me. “Bend your knee up. No sweetheart, the other one.”

Now I’m completely exposed to Kevin again. It’s a little easier this time, not having to look at him.

“Relax, baby,” he says, and I start to. Then I hear the snap of the latex gloves, and my breathing quickens. I hear the top of the lubricant popping open, and I’m drenched with my own moisture again.

“I’m going to insert the nozzle into you now,” Kevin says, and I groan as I feel the unyielding plastic tip press against my rear opening.

Kevin presses it in so slowly. It slides up my bottom little by little. I’m squirming against the mattress by the time he gets to the flared end of the nozzle.

“This part is pretty wide, baby,” he says. “Take a deep breath and I’ll push it in real slow.”

I jump as I feel Kevin’s fingers opening my cheeks a little wider. I feel the pressure as the nozzle spreads my passage wide as he finishes the insertion, gently but firmly lodging it inside me. Almost immediately I feel the sensations I remember so well from the last time this particular design was used on me. I’m so wet I’m glad there’s a towel underneath me. How am I going to endure fifteen minutes of this? Or more, depending how slowly Kevin decides to administer the enema.

“God, you look hot right now,” Kevin breathes.

I’m glad he finds my helplessness a turn-on instead of being appalled by it. I relax a little.

“Are you ready for the water?” he asks. I nod and look over my shoulder to see him release the metal clamp. I feel a surge of warmth as it begins to flow into me. The combined stimulation from the hot water and the nozzle are making me so horny I can barely keep still. Soon I’m squirming and moaning with frustration.

“You like this one, don’t you baby?” Kevin pats my bottom with a gloved hand.

I gasp. “Please touch me, Kevin. I need to come so bad.”

Kevin smiles and shakes his head. “No way, sweetheart. Remember, you’ve still got a spanking to get through. Then you can come.”

I groan. “Oh please, Kevin! This is torture! Get me off, please! I can’t stand it!”

“I hadn’t intended this to be punishment, dear, but you do need an attitude adjustment. I think it will be good for you to wait.”

I almost sob in frustration. “Please Kevin, I’ll do anything. Please, just let me come!”

Kevin reaches over to clamp the hose.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“It’s done,” he answers. I’m surprised to see he’s right; the bag is lying completely flattened against the bed post. “How are you feeling? Do you have any cramps?”

“No,” I reply.

“Roll over onto your back,” Kevin orders. He does not remove the nozzle.

I do as I’m told, and he starts kneading my swollen abdomen. His firm touch is sweet agony on my already over stimulated flesh. I moan and arch my pelvis toward him.

“Quit,” he tells me gently. “Unless you want me to bend you over the bed and spank you right now.”

“Oh God no!” I answer quickly.

“You can hold this for ten minutes,” he says.

“Okay,” I agree. “Are you going to take the nozzle out?”

“Do you want me to?” he asks. “You seemed to be enjoying having it in your ass.”

I blush, realizing how transparent my pleasure in all this is. Kevin’s silent while I contemplate the choices.

“If you won’t let me come, then please take out,” I request finally.

“So you are getting turned on, having that big, thick nozzle stuck up your bottom?” Kevin asks.

I groan with the terrible mix of arousal and humiliation. “Yes,” I whisper.

Kevin’s gloved fingers part my vagina. My eyes roll back as his finger slips inside. The sensation is incredible. His thumb brushes my clitoris, and it’s like an electrical current uncoiling all through my body. “Please!” I nearly scream. “Please, Kevin, I’m so close!”

He removes his hand. “You’re turned on, alright,” he grins.

“Turned on? I’m in hell!” I cry.

Kevin looks at his watch. “Just a few more minutes, honey,” he says. “Then you can get rid of the enema. After you’re done with that, we’ll get on with the spanking. After that’s done, I’ll let you have an orgasm, alright?”

I writhe in frustration.

“Draw your knees up,” Kevin instructs.

I comply, and he begins to pull on the hose.

“Do you have cramps?” he asks, as I gasp.

“Not yet,” I manage to get out.

He gives the hose another yank, and the flared base of the enema nozzle slides a little way out. I moan, feeling it open me wide. Kevin leaves it for a moment, watching the expression on my face. I arch my badly overexcited body towards him in an entreaty to end this misery. Instead, he pulls it out just a tiny bit farther.

I’m twisting and howling now, and still he pulls it out just a little more.

“Please!” I beg him. “Have mercy, please!”

He relents, and pulls the rest of the nozzle quickly out of my rectum.

I lie back gasping.

“Put your knees back up,” Kevin demands.

I whimper as I feel his finger between my legs. Once again, his fingers pry my labia apart and his finger slides into my pussy.

“Do not play with yourself while you’re in the bathroom. I’m going to examine you when you come back, and I’ll know if you’ve had an orgasm, baby,” Kevin warns. “Then I really will punish you.”

I shiver with desire, imagining all the uncomfortable, humiliating things he might do to me. However, I really don’t want to experience any more punishment today. I want Kevin to make love to me. I want him to relieve this intolerable throbbing between my legs.

He withdraws his fingers and peels off the gloves. “You can go,” he tells me.

I make my way to the bathroom and manage somehow not to immediately start rubbing my clitoris like crazy.

After I finish expelling the enema, I want nothing more than to shove my fingers into my pussy. But I don’t dare. “Kevin,” I call into the bedroom. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

“I don’t trust you, baby,” he answers. I hear him coming toward me. Oh lord, he’s naked. “Go ahead and get in the shower. I’ll wash you.” He steps inside the shower stall with me and takes the soap from my hand. I try to relax as he massages the lather into my skin, but his touch is sending me into an erotic frenzy. I turn around and press myself up against his hard, masculine body. I feel the hardness between his legs pressing up against my aching, wet sex.

Kevin reaches past me to turn off the water. “You’re clean enough,” he says, stepping out. He dries me off, then leads me by the hand to the bedroom. He pauses to put his bathrobe on but doesn’t allow me the same privilege.

He picks up the square wooden hairbrush from the dresser.

“I really prefer your bare hand,” I say softly.

“You need some discipline, sweetheart,” Kevin says, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You need to learn to let yourself be helped. You need to soften, to allow yourself to be more vulnerable. You have to learn to ask for what you need.”

“I can’t learn that from being spanked with your hand?” I ask, confused.

“I chose the hairbrush because it’s going to hurt more, sweetheart,” Kevin says gently. “Come lay across my lap.”

I swallow, but do as he’s commanded. I feel terribly exposed. I close my eyes as Kevin pulls my legs apart and pushes his finger without ceremony into my vagina. God, I want it so bad. I whimper and push back on his finger.

He smiles. “Still good and horny, I see. We’ll take care of that as soon as your spanking’s over.” He picks up the brush. “I think maybe, twenty-five spanks?”

“Oh no,” I groan. “Not with the hairbrush. Please. How about ten?”

“I’m willing to give you fifteen, sweetheart, since you’ve already been through a lot today. Fifteen, but they’ll hard.”

“Okay,” I agree, wiggling just a little bit against his knee.

“Oh!” I can’t help crying out as the brush slaps the side of my bottom. I bury my head in my arms as Kevin smacks the other cheek with the hairbrush. My bottom’s already stinging. The next blow lands right in the middle of my bottom, and I gasp. He takes his time delivering the next few. By the time he gets to number fifteen, I’m sniffling and kicking my feet, knowing that there’s no escape from the pain.

I see Kevin put down the hairbrush. He runs his fingers over my reddened skin.

“How much does it still hurt, baby?” he asks tenderly.

“Not much,” I say, wiping a tear away.

“Hand me the lotion anyway,” Kevin tells me.

It feels so good, the sensation of the cool lotion massaged into my hot flesh. It feels even better when I feel Kevin pulling my bottom cheeks apart and rubbing the lotion into the delicate tissues between them. I push back against his finger when it presses lightly against my anus, and I’m disappointed when it’s withdrawn.

Momentarily, I feel something else pressing against my rear passage. I look back, confused, and see that Kevin’s greased up the handle of the hairbrush. He pushes the rounded wooden handle into my bottom as I whimper and squirm with desire. It slides in easily. Kevin raises one eyebrow. “Those enemas loosened you up good,” he comments.

When the brush handle is buried completely in my rectum, Kevin instructs me to get up on my hands and knees .

“Okay baby,” he says, as I kneel across his lap with the end of the hairbrush sticking out of me. “You can touch yourself now.”

I should be embarrassed, but I need to come so bad. My fingers fasten immediately onto my clitoris. I groan as Kevin pulls the brush out of my bottom, then slowly pushes it back in. He fucks me with it in a gentle steady rhythm and I can’t withstand anymore. My body spasms like I’m being electrocuted. I scream as orgasm after orgasm racks my body. At last I’m spent. Kevin quickly withdraws the brush as I collapse across his lap again.

“I hope you’re ready, baby,” he says, gently stroking my back. “Because now you’re gonna get fucked.”