Maddie is Home - Part 1

From my bedroom, I heard the key working the lock on the front door and knew instinctively that Maddie was home.

As she instructed, I was lying face down on my bed, the largest of our enema bags, full with hot, soapy water hanging in the bathroom, the lube on the side night stand along with my wide belt.

The door opened, and I could hear the dropping of her suitcase and the opening of the hall closet where she would put her coat, then more steps toward the bedroom where I lay as she ordered.

“Well, my dear,” she said, “I see you at least tried to follow my instructions.” As she spoke, she pulled back the bedcovers, and there I was fully naked. She walked slowly over to the head of the bed and whispered in my ear, “This is going to be a very instructive evening for you, isn’t it?” she asked.

Maddie slapped my ass, and added, “This is will so red in a short time, I would be surprised that you are able to sit for a long while in comfort. And this is going to hurt as well, a lot in fact.” Saying those last words, she roughly drew her finger down along the cheeks of my ass, then roughly pushing a finger into my asshole.

“So, Jackie, tell me again what you did while I was gone,” she demanded.

My voice muffled a bit by the pillow, I responded, I gave myself an enema and used your strapon on my ass afterwards.”

“Is that all, little boy?” she asked.

“Well, I, ah,…played with myself as well, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Well, that is, uh, yes I did,” came my response.

“Well, I guess we will have to do something about that won’t we?” Maddie’s voice sounded angrier as she spoke. “You never learn, do you? Tonight, you are going to have your attitude severely adjusted. That adjustment starts now.”

Maddie walked away short distance and I could hear her start to undress, throwing her clothes on a chair in the room, then walking out. From the steps, I knew she was heading to the bathroom. She was and returned quickly with the enema bag.

“Well, you did one thing right. You made the water extra hot and soapy so it would be just right when I arrived to deal with you.” She hung the bag on a hook by the side of the bed, took the lube from the table, and scooped up a large amount onto her fingers. Then, she came back to the bed, grasped one of my ass cheeks, and roughly shoved a finger up my ass, moving it around a lot. A second finger quickly joined the first.

I howled that it hurt, and she slapped my ass, telling me to quiet and then shoved the enema tube up where her fingers had been moments ago. I heard the click of the stop clamp, and felt the hot, soapy water rushing into me. I hurt and I felt an almost immediate cramp, but said nothing.

“Nothing like a big, hot, soapy enema to start any correction process, my boy. Is this better than the one you tried to give yourself? Don’t I just do a better job? Your ass is mine tonight, and this enema will clean you out well for what is soon to come,” she announced. I tried to look over toward the bag anf saw it was only half-empty.

”Tell me Jackie, should I fuck you with the strapon while you still have all that soapy water in you, or let you get rid of the water first? Or perhaps, I should use the belt on you then the strapon? Which could it be”? she seemed to muse to herself. In any event, I would soon find out.

(To be continued)