Names changed to protect the guilty. 😳
As recounted in previous blog entries I became fascinated with being spanked and given enemas in early puberty. Two incidents led to this. One, seeing a neighbor spank her daughter bare bottomed. Second, mom's friend telling her about giving her daughters enemas. I had no way to actually experience those two things. (I could give myself an enema and self spank, but that wasn't the same) Consequently, I fanatasized, working out details in my mind of how it could happen and exactly how it would happen. What follows is a recounting of an imagined event.
Her name was Shirley. Her husband worked construction, and was often away during the week. She had two young daughters, 3 and 7. And she was gorgeous. I knew she spanked her daughters with pants down on bare bottom as I had witnessed her spanking her 7 year old. And I knew she often gave them enemas. So she became the first of several women I dreamed that would give me a spanking and an enema. I would imagine that for some reason I was staying with her while her husband was off working. From there it would begin. I came to imagine different scenes being played out.
Shirley came to me outside as I was doing some yard clean up. Hey sweetie, could you help for a bit? I hate to ask but I could use some assistance. Sure, what can I do? Tammy (the 3 year old) needs an enema. And she can fidget and squirm around making it difficult. I need you to hold her for me ok? Yeah, I guess I can do that. I followed her to the bathroom where she had towels spread on a small side table along with an infant enema bulb and a jar of vaseline. I watched as she filled a small basin and swished a bar of ivory soap inthe water. I'll be right back. She returned and placed Tammy on the table. No mommy I don't want that. I know baby but mommy has to make you feel better. She removed her pants and diaper as the little girl continued to protest. Ok, I need you to lift her legs up so I can see her bottom. I did as she asked and she filled the bulb and inserted the nozzle and gently squeezed. I held her gently as Shirley continued to refill the bulb several times.. Thanks so much that's good. I left the bathroom as she put the little girl on the potty.
I went back to yard work my mind searching for a way to have Shirley give me an enema. I came up with an idea. Would it work? I'll soon find out. Well, maybe, would I be able to ask or would I chicken out? Would there be an opening I could use?
The rest of the afternoon passed. Dinner was served and while Shirley cleaned up I watched some TV in the living room keeping an eye on the girls as they played. Shirley spoke on the phone to her husband for some time before announcing it was bedtime for the girls. She led them off and got them changed and into bed. She soon returned and sat nearby as I sat on the couch. Hey, thanks again for helping me with Tammy this afternoon. You were a great help. Oh, you're welcome. My mind raced as I realized this was the opening I was looking for. I thought ask quick, don't think about it ask. Shirley? What's that? Well, I um, was wondering. Yes? I, ah, was wondering what does an enema feel like? She gave me a bit of a surprised look, she certainly wasn't expecting that. An enema feels like warm water going up your butt. She smiled, but I guess the next question is what does that feel like? I felt myself blush. She came to sit next to me. Hon,do you want to find out? Do you want me to give you an enema? I will, it can be our little secret. I looked into her eyes and felt myself blush again. I don't know I answered. Well, you didn't say yes, but you didn't say no either. So I want you to come to the bathroom with me. I'm going give you an enema. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She began to prepare once again spreading a towel on the table and filling the basin. As she she swirled the bar of Ivory turning the wate ra milky white she asked, do you want to do this? you can change your mind OK? I nodded. If you want to continue you need to get undressed for me. I want you to take everything off sweetie and lay on your tummy on the table. I did as she said. I began to get erect as I removed my jeans and underwear. I lay down my erection pushing hard against the towel. OK, relax I have to put some vaseline on your bottom. I felt my cheeks pulled apart and a gentle touch her finger lubing my entrance before I feeling a finger quickly slide in to bottom. I jerked in surprise. You ok? Yes. All right herecomes your enema. I heard the gurgle of the bulb as she squeezed out the air allowing it to fill. My cheeks parted and felt the nozzle slide inside followed by a rush of warm water. Ooh, I moaned involuntarily. Did I hurt you ? Or does it feel good? It feels good. OK then here comes another. She inserted the nozzle and sent another gush of water up my naked bottom. It was followed by several more each sending me in feelings of pleaure until I began to feel a cramp. It's starting to hurt. Can that be enough? No hon, I want you to take it all, just a bit more. Turn over on your back for me. I hesitated knowing by doing so I would be totally exposed. As I lay back Shirley smiled, it looks like you're enjoying this. I'm sorry. Honey, it's ok. That's what happens to boys when they get enemas, they get erections. With that she said now lift your legs up for me. I did so and once again she squeezed the enema into me. After several more, there all done. Can I go? No,I want you to hold it for me. She rubbed my stomach gently her hand brushing my erection. Sweetie, if you want you can masturbate. It would be ok, you don't have to be embarrassed. I stammered, I really don't know how. How about I show you? She began to to stroke me, I wondered at the feeling building, and within thirty seconds I felt my body convulse as I orgasmed. I felt like I could pass out for moments. I looked at Shirley as she smiled, good boy, go release now.
Although I imagined this scenario at age 12 or 13, recounting it here was as exciting and arousing as it was originally. I hope you enjoy. This was not the only fantasy I had involving Shirley. More to come.