This is another scene I imagined a very long time ago. In an earlier post I related a scene I imagined happening with a friend of my mother, who had spoke to her about giving her daughters enemas and giving herself enemas. In the previous fantasy I imagined a way I could get her to give me an enema by expressing curiosity. This fantasy goes in a different direction.
It was a rainy afternoon so I had stopped doing lawn work for Shirley. I had settled down in the living room to watch tv. Shirley came in to tell me she was putting the girls down for their nap and she was going to relax and have some quiet time for herself. With that she gathered the two girls and went upstairs. Twenty or so minutes later, tired of tv, I went upstairs to retrieve the book I was reading. As I passed by Shirley's bedroom I saw the door was ajar. I couldn't help but glance in. What I saw stopped me in my tracks. Shirley was stretched out on the bed. Naked! There was a red enema bag hanging from bedpost, its hose leading to the nozzle inserted in her bare bottom. Like a deer in the headlights I froze at the sight. Shirley had her eyes closed and moaned slightly. Then she opened her eyes and glanced into the nearby mirror. Her eyes widened as I saw her look in the mirror and realized she saw me. I quickly retrieved the book and went back downstairs with the vision in my mind. But I knew she saw me. Would she say anything or let it pass? I grew nervous. What will happen if anything?
An hour or so passed, the girls woke up and shortly after they came downstairs with Shirley. Hey, can you keep an eye on the girls while I fix dinner? Yeah, sure I will. She then came to where I was sitting and said quietly, “You and I are going to have a little talk later? I was fairly sure I knew what our little talk was going to be about. Am I in trouble? Will she tell my mother?
Dinner was served and afterwards I helped Shirley clear the table. Can I do the dishes for you? Shirley gave me a smile, that would be wonderful, thanks. But sweetie, we still need to have a talk after the girls go to bed.
Eight o'clock arrived and the girls were readied and put to bed. Shirley came back to the living room and sat next to me on the couch. Do you know what we need to talk about? I think so. Good, so tell me. I stared down at the floor. Umm, I ahh, I was outside your door? Yes, you were. Peeking at me? Or should I say spying? I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't mean to. Really? You didn't mean to stop and peek? You're fibbing. Listen I can understand, ok? But it doesn't change what you did. You know better. It was not appropriate, in fact, it was naughty. Wasn't it? I nodded in reply. So you knew it was naughty to do but you did it anyway. You well know what happens to my girls when they act naughty don't you? Yes Shirley. So tell me, what happens? You spank them. Yes I do. How do they get spanked? Over your knee? Yes, sometimes. But what happens before the spanking? Ah, you, I'm not sure. They get their pants taken down and spanked on their bare bottom, that's what happens. And that is what is going to happen to you. I'm sorry, I promise I won't ever do it again, I promise. Good, I'm glad to hear that but it doesn't change the fact that you are going to get a spanking. Now get up and go to my bedroom. My hairbrush is on the dresser, get it and get back down here. As I went to fetch the hairbrush my mind raced. You're getting spanked! Bare bottomed as well. I returned to Shirley handing her the hairbrush. Pull down your pants! Shirley, please don't, I'll be good. Pants down! I'm too old for this, I'll be good, I promise. Sweetie you're not helping yourself. Do what I say, you're just giving me more reason to spank you.
I unhooked my belt unzipped my jeans, feeling tears building. I was getting genuinely frightened. I pulled my jeans down. Under wear too. With that she reached over and in a quick tug pulled down my underwear completely exposing me. I felt an erection beginning with no ability to stop it. I sobbed a bit. I'm so sorry. Yes, I know. Now let's get this over with, across my lap. I draped myself over her lap. Honey, I'm sorry I have to do this, but you were very naughty. Her hand cracked against my bottom. I know you don't get spanked at home so I'm sure you could use a good spanking. With that her hand repeatedly spanked my bare bottom. After 20 or so sharp slaps there was a pause. She draped a leg over mine, give me your hand. I put my hand back where she held it against my back. I'm sorry, this is going to hurt. The brush whapped down. I clenched and the spanks rained down. I tried to squirm and wiggle to no avail. Ow, ooh, ow, please stop. My plea was met only by further hard spanks. They came faster and harder until after a couple of more minutes they stopped. Shirley caressed my bottom. There spanking all done. I stood up rubbing my bottom. Now pull up your pants and come with me. What next I wondered. I followed her to the bathroom where she closed the door behind me. Looking around I saw the red enema bag next to the sink.
You need to get undressed, everything off. Why? I thought my spanking was over. It is, no more spanking, unless. Unless? Yes, unless you give me a hard time and then you will go back over my knee. But why? She picked up the enema bag. You are going to get an enema. You seemed so interested outside my door that I think you need to get an enema too. Now get undressed. I slowly removed my clothing until completely stripped. Shirley was preparing the enema. Ivory soap and water filled the bag. She placed a towel over the side of the tub and another on the floor. Down over the tub. I complied. Next I felt my cheeks separated as Shirley applied vaseline to my bottom. Relax, I won't hurt you. I felt the nozzle press against me and then slip inside. I gently moaned. It's ok. Here comes your enema naughty boy. I heard a click and felt a rush of warm soapy water enter and begin filling me. Good boy, you're doing great. It's starting to hurt. I know but we are almost done, you need to take it all. I can't. If we stop now you get another enema. Do you want that? No please, no. Then you need to take the rest. Just a bit more. I moaned quietly as cramps began as I felt full of soapy enema water. A minute later the nozzle was removed causing another moan, but one of pleasure from feeling the nozzle slide out. Stay there a few minutes, let it work. I lay across the tub, stomach churning until I Shirley said ok use the toilet. With much relief I did so. When finished Shirley bent me over the sink cleaning my sore bottom. There now, all done. She turned to me. Are you ok? Yes. Give me a big hug and off to bed with you.
And so ends another fantasy.