Every year or nearly so, my wife and I give each other a "Christmas spanking", while the kids are safely away at my parents'. The idea is to recount the main offenses of the past year (anger, dangerous behavior, lack of empathy, laziness...) and punish the culprit accordingly.
When it was my turn, my wife sat on a chair and motioned me to come. There was a tote bag hanging from the back of the chair. She asked me to open my trouser button (it's a bit difficult to do on another person sometimes), then she unzipped my fly and pulled down my trousers, then my briefs. Then she pointed to her lap. I knew what to do and laid across her lap, my behind towards her right, ready for her dominant hand.
Her first action was a bit unexpected. I heard the sounds of a thermometer being prepared, even felt the vaseline jar on the small of my back. My buttocks were parted. "Bear down". I knew the drill, pushed as though going potty, and received the thermometer. A "beep". An awkward but short moment, then another "beep". "Temperature normal", she announced. She checks my temperature before spanking me for bad temper because, she says, illness could be a reason for it; but I think it's the first time for a Christmas spanking.
She began the spanking by a fast series, not hard but fast. Then she slowed down and began retracing my bad deeds (she had printed a fact sheet), punctuating her speech by hard, strong slaps on my behind. At some point she stopped. My buttocks were against parted. I expected another temperature measurement, but this time the object pressed against my anus before the "bear down" order was different. A plug ? No.. a suppository. Her finger followed and pushed it deep. The spanking and scolding resumed.
Then, as we had just completed the year, I heard her rummaging in the bag. "Now for some more bottom warming!" A loud smack ensued. She was using the hairbrush! She applied it all around my behind and upper thighs. The pain was real. I had reflex movements. Then it ended. I was glad for that. My wife ordered me to clean up the thermometer (with alcohol, as usual) and then go stand in the corner for a few minutes, still with my pants down. Then she ordered me to completely remove my pants and briefs, fold them away and do some tidying up of the room. I must have looked quite comical with my red bottom.
The suppository was, undoubtedly, a laxative one, for the urge to go was building. I told my wife and she answered I should go when I felt a nice big urge, echoing the recommandations of my mother back when I was a constipated little boy. The big urge came; I nearly ran to the loo. Sitting was uncomfortable. A "nice big bowel movement" ensued.
When I returned, I was informed that the next phase of my punishment would be a flogging with a "martinet". Since the Christmas spanking is based on the "Père Fouettard" character - a man who comes to flog the bad children - it was to be expected, but my behind was already smarting, thus I protested. She was however adamant. I had to kneel bottom up. The flogging began. The martinet on the bare skin hurts a lot without causing much damage; and my behind was already sore. My behind was burning. Then it stopped. She invited me to go see my red behind in a mirror.
"One last thing"... What, I though, some more spanking?? She motioned me to come to the bathroom and ordered me kneeling on the floor bottom up. I saw her filling the enema bag. "I've just moved my bowels !" I said. "Sure, sure, but I want you emptier, cleansed of your misbehaviors." And so I received the nozzle in my red behind. I then expelled, alone, after my wife wished that I would get rid of all my bad mood in the same process. She had asked me to call her when I was done. She came back, had me bend over in the bathtub so that she could wash my behind. The sensation of the washcloth on my still sensitive behind was remarkable.