Spanking Day - Part 3 - The Enema

Maddie busied herself in the bathroom. First, as she looked around, she saw the enema bag in its usual place hanging in the shower. The soap and lubricant were on the sink vanity. She smiled, knowing that I had followed her instructions.

“Let's see what we can do to give Jack a real thrill today,” she said, as she reached over the enema bag, taking it to the vanity as well. The bag was big, red, and had a red length of tubing and a curved douche nozzle attached. The bag was larger than most. Jack had purchased it over the Internet when Maddie, much earlier, told him the one he had was too small for her needs.

Maddie turned on the hot water tap at the sink and the water started flowing, quickly becoming hot. She adjusted the temp a couple of times, mixing it with cool water. When she was satisfied, she took the closed top bag and put it under the spigot, starting to fill it completely, only stopping to add soap as the water neared the top. Satisfied, she attached the tubing, bled the line to eliminate air, and placed it on the counter.

“Jack,” Maddie yelled out the bathroom door toward the living room. “Little boy, get in here now. It's time for the rest of your punishment.”

“Yes Ma'am,” I answered quickly and started right away for the bathroom. I immediately saw the full enema bag, with some soap residue coming down the side, hanging on the door of the shower. I was a bit surprised there was no towel on the floor, though.

I looked over at Maddie, saw she was seated on the closed cover of the toilet, had her dress hiked up, and a large bath towel over her lap.

“Get over here,” she ordered, “Over my lap. What you are about to get is hot, soapy, and as full as I can get the bag. You will take all of it with no whimpering. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma'am,” I answered weakly.

“That is yes, MOMMY,” Maddie replied, spitting out the word Mommy. “My little boy is going to get the enema he deserves for his disgusting habit, so get over here and we will start.”

I walked slowly over to where she sat, then fell over her knees. She quickly took her own leg and blocked mine so I would not try to squirm off. Then, she took the lubricant, squeezed some on her fingers, and started rubbing it around and eventually into my rear hole. At first, she was gentle, then she became more forceful, as she pushed two, then three, fingers into me. I gasped. Reaching over to the shower, she grabbed the enema hose and then shoved the douche nozzle up my ass where her fingers had been moments earlier. I could hear the click of the clamp then feel the hot, soapy water rushing to my bowels.

“Wow!,” I yelled. “That is SOOO Hot.”

“Take what you deserve, you bad little boy,” answered Maddie. “You are getting it, and possibly more to help you change your bad habits.”

“This is giving me big cramps, Mommy, please stop it,” I pleaded.

“You get the whole thing, dear boy,” she answered, “And that is about two-thirds of the way to go. Lots of hot water and lots of soap left.”

“Please,” asked again.

“Not unless you want to get another, harder spanking, Jack. You need to learn that playing with yourself is not acceptable behavior. So, just take as you should, and stop the whining."

“Yes Mommy,” I answered, now weeping. The spanking had really hurt – still did – and now the enema was burning my insides. I wanted it to stop, but, at the same time, the excitement was beginning to build as it used to when my real mother did much the same. My emotions were running away with my mind. I started moving a bit on Maddie's lap, rubbing my now swollen and hard dick against her leg.

“I can feel you rubbing against me,” said Maddie, laughing. “If you continue to do that, you will probably come, and I might just have to give you another spanking and even another enema. Do you really want that?” she asked.

“Is the enema beginning to feel good, little boy?” she continued. “Are you getting even hornier?”

I did not answer, slowed down my movement, but began to mumble to myself, hoping she would not hear. “Enema,” I mouthed quietly, “I'm getting an enema from mommy,” I said. “An enema, a big enema. I'm getting an enema.” I hoped she didn't hear me.

“What are you mumbling?” Maddie asked. “Tell me,” she added.

“Nothing Mommy,” I answered.

“Nothing, you said. I heard you say something so tell me,” she ordered, slapping my ass hard, then again.

“It was ‘enema’ mommy,” I answered. “I said you were giving me an enema.”

“And just why were you doing that young sir?” Then, she stopped for a moment and added, “Wait a minute. With all your wiggling around, I bet you really like the enema. I'll just bet you also like hearing or saying the word ‘enema’. Don't you?” She slapped my ass again.

“I do,” I wept. “I like to hear the word and say it as often as I can.”

Maddie thought for a moment, then answered, “Well, if you like the word and the enema, then you just enjoy it right now, because I intend to blister your ass again after it is over.”

Starting to move the enema tube in and out of my ass, Maddie, said over and over, “How do you like the feel of this ENEMA, Jack? Does the ENEMA feel good, Jack? All little boys should like their ENEMAS from their Mommy, Jack. I know how you do, so enjoy this hot, soapy ENEMA, but think about what happens next.”

My face turned red from embarrassment, but the moving of the tube in and out, and the feel of her nylons against my dick really excited me. Hearing her say ‘enema’ was even more exciting.

The enema ended a short while later, and, true to her word, she let me get rid of the soapy water then blistered my ass all over again. I cried loudly, and asked her several times to stop, but had to endure it. When she finished, she took some cream she brought and rubbed it over my not very red, swollen ass cheeks, which reduced the pain somewhat. Maddie threw the bag and hose into the sink and left for the living room. I joined here there in a short while.

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