Stacey Part 2
Things with Stacey had cooled down a bit. I was working shift work and she was working and going back to school. We had a deal that when she wanted an enema I would give it to her. This was her demand, and was not going to argue. I started to notice she had not asked me to give her one for a few weeks then it turned into month. I started to wonder if she was off the enema bandwagon, or was just to busy. Our sex life really slowed when she was taking night classes. But that’s life.
One day while putting towels away I saw her bag in the back of the closet and saw a drop of water in the nozzle and a small wet spot on the box it was lying on. I didn’t say anything since I was leaving for the 4 to 12 shift.
A few days later I started a 4 day weekend and went and looked in the closet and again I saw the wet nozzle and some soap reside on the bag. Stacey was in the kitchen washing a few dishes and I went to her and asked why she hadn’t asked me to administer her enemas anymore. It kind of caught her off guard and I could tell she knew she was busted. I picked up a wooded spatula from the clean dishes and lightly pushed her shoulders toward the counter. She complied and I very playfully smack her skin tight shorts cover ass with the spatula. She said , I’m sorry there is no excuse” so paddled a little bit harder giving 5 wacks on each cheek. Now remind you I have never spanked anyone and I was just being playful. Stacey never moved and just took it, no fight, no reaching back, nothing. I thought to myself, wow I’ve never seen this submissive side of her before. Feeling a bit cocky I asked how we were going to fix this so it never happens again.
Stacey walked right into the bathroom and got her enema bag out, turned on the water. She stopped and went back in the kitchen and pulled out a large orange Tupperware pitcher and walked back to the bathroom. She spun the ivory soap bar more than I have ever seen her do. She filled her bag then filled the pitcher with hot soapy water. She said she was sorry and hung the bag on the towel rack. She got down on all fours and said, “ I won’t forget after this” I scooped up a finger full of Vaseline and got down behind her and inserted my finger lubing her ass spinning my finger like I’ve seen her do many times before. She let out a gasp as I inserted my finger as far as it would go. I slid the nozzle in and told her here it comes. I opened the clamp and a second later she let out a moan and put her head down on her arms. The bag drained very fast and Stacey repeatedly asked me to clamp off the water. I asked why it was going so fast and she admitted to giving herself two enemas before I came over. I told her the bag was empty as was clamping the hose when she told me to fill it again from the orange pitcher. I disconnected the hose and it filled the bag about half full with now cooling soapy water. I reattached the hose and said are you sure. She said yes and I released the clamp. She let out another loud moan as the bag very slowly this timed emptied into her. I sat on the small bench and noticed Stacey was really wet and a few drops were hanging on the folds of her lips. She had not touched herself as she usually does and I could see her squeezing her ass trying to keep the nozzle sealed in tight. She asked me several times with the second bag to stop the flow. I think all of that Ivory soap was working overtime. I asked her if we were going to ever have to do this again. Her forehead was resting on the hard floor as she struggled to hold it. I saw the bag was finally empty, the last cup or two seemed to take a while. I pulled the nozzle out and she was taking a few deep breaths said she was afraid to move without losing everything. I reached down as slowly lifted her up and she sat immediately on the toilet and let it go. I sat across from her and told her she would need a rinse enema and she just shook her head yes. I started to clean the soap out of her enema. Nothing was said, it was quiet with only the sound of more soapy water blasting out of her. I walked to the kitchen and heard her flush, and then begin to hear the sink running to fill the bag for the flush. I grabbed the salt shaker to add salt in this one. I kept thinking that’s a lot of enemas in one day. On my way back to bathroom I grabbed the wooden spatula. I walked in and stood next to her and she held the neck of the bag so I could put the salt in. Now Stacey is not a big girl, maybe 5’ 01 and I stand 8 inches higher and when she saw the spatula she just looked at me and handed me the bag. I hung it up as she got down on her knees. I lubed her up and started the enema. I open the clamp the closed it a bit to make it slower. I knelled next to her and gave each cheek a wack, the redness was showing and she just made little exhale noises when the wood hit the mark. I proceeded to give each cheek about ten wacks. I told Stacey our relationship is built on trust and she was the one to make the request that I give her all of her enemas.. She said, “I know it will never happen again”. We finished the enema, took a shower together and had some great make up sex.
I had never seen this side of Stacey or myself, we had always done enemas for pleasure, and I had never ever spanked someone. While we never did this again she would bend over and shake her ass at me wanting me to smack it. That’s another story.