It was Saturday morning again and Cynthia hated Saturday mornings! As was usual her Mom had woke her up bright and early and only allowed her a light breakfast of one slice of toast and a small glass of orange juice. She was 18 a week ago and to still be receiving willy nilly enemas every Saturday was getting way beyond what she felt a woman of her age should be forced to endure. Her Mom was always understanding of her displeasure but just continued with the things every week anyway!

All that was fine for a little girl, but she was a Woman now and shouldn’t have to put up with such now. She debated telling her Mom so but the memory of her last trip over her Mom’s lap for a taste of the paddle stilled her tongue. It had not been THAT long ago. She KNEW that she was definitely too old for bare bottom over the knee spankings!!!

After breakfast she had been led to the bathroom where the platform had been put in place over the tub. Sighing she crawled up on the cover her Dad had made for the tub so she wouldn’t have to lay on the cold floors in the winter. It was sturdy and covered the tub except for the foot or two nearest the taps. It was painted a cream color and always reminded her of the tables at the Doctors office. Without being told she assumed the position for the soapy, head down, butt up and her night shirt up under her breasts. Mom already had the big pink bag brimming full of suds meant for her and as soon as she was in place, she heard the snap of gloves and felt the first intrusion. Her Mom always made sure that she was well lubricated and ready by carefully searching out her depths with a thoroughly lubricated pair of fingers. To Cynthia, the worst part of this whole thing was how it made her feel. It would be bearable if only it didn’t so excite her. Having her bowels washed out would have been just a plain physical fact, like shampooing her hair were it not for that. She knew that it was not her Mom’s intention to so arouse her, but it was a fact none the less. As the fingers filled and stretched her, she couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her lips.

“Are you Ok Baby? You feel a little tight this morning. I’m not hurting you am I?” Her Mom asked.

“No Ma’am, it just feels kinda…you know…” She didn’t know what to say.

She felt her Mom pat her hip with the other hand. “I know Dear, just relax and it will be done before you know it.” She flipped her hand over twisting her fingers in the sphincter causing Cynthia to gasp and then they were withdrawn. “I want you to eat a very light lunch today Baby, I don’t want you being bloated tonight.

Her Mom had been talking about tonight for weeks. Tonight was going to be a special birthday party for her that was being thrown by her Mom’s best friends and family. It was going to be an all women sort of debutantes coming out party for her. Her Mom has said that after this night she would be an adult woman. Cynthia wondered if that meant that she wouldn’t have to take these Saturday morning enemas or get spanked anymore. She hoped so! Her Mom and she had gone to a special seamstress and she had had an absolutely divine sheath dress for tonight’s party. It was sleek and silky and sinfully slinky. It fit so closely that no undergarments at all could be worn without marring its lay. It reached mid thigh and she had to admit that with thigh highs and heels she looked great in it.

When the nozzle found its home she turned her head and bit her lips to hold in the sigh and moan as she gave up and just let the hot soapy enema have its way with her. She felt its warmth spread through her and knew that this one was going to be a real problem for her. One of the things her Mom insisted on was that she stay with Cynthia during the expulsions. She had so often thought that if she would just leave for a moment that she would explode in orgasm. A few times she had cum as the nozzle was removed. It was so embarrassing! She would tell her Mom that it was cramps but she knew that she wasn’t believed even though nothing was said.

She wondered how she could have so many different feelings about one thing. She hated being forced to take the enemas and hoped that after tonight she would never HAVE to take one on a Saturday morning again. At the same time though, she also feared that after tonight she would never feel this way again and would never know the peace that comes from having taken the enemas. She had on several occasions when her parents were out, “done” enemas with explosive results. She was not a virgin and had found that the boys that she had shared herself with came up far short of the pleasures she got when alone, taking an enema, and thinking of sharing this with one of them. So far she had never had the courage to even hint at her anal desires.

She was brought back to the reality of the situation when the first little cramp came. “Ooooo Mom, could you stop it for a minute?”

“Gladly Baby, we are in no hurry and we want you clean as a whistle today.” She closed the clamp and reached under her and massaged the tummy until the muscles relaxed. “Here comes the rest of it Sugar. I want you to try and take it without stopping, OK?”

“I’ll try Mom. I am really full.”

“Maybe you should have come for help on Wednesday or Thursday then you wouldn’t be so full.” She patted Cynthia’s buttocks reminding her of what could happen there if she didn’t do as asked. “You know I like you to have a good BM every other day at the least.”

“I have Mom, promise! I just feel full! I really can’t be though.” She said this and thought that maybe her Mom was right and she should have gone ahead and let her do some earlier in the week.

To her surprise, her Mom said, “Oh well, no matter Pet, we are going to clean you out today anyway so when you went last is irrelevant.”

Cynthia always preferred it when her Mom talked to her during the enemas. It was in those long quiet moments that she felt the tickling need strongest down between her legs. She knew that if her Mom were not there right now her hands would be between her legs and this would be a totally different enema experience for her. By talking she kept her mind off the feelings that the enemas always invoked in her. When the bag was empty the clamp was closed with a click and the sound of the kitchen timer was heard as it was set for ten minutes. These next minutes were the worst. The nozzle was left in place as a dam of sorts and her Mom held it in place, wiggling it to help relieve the cramps and causing a totally different but no less urgent problem. When the timer dinged she was led to the toilet with the hose twitching between her cheeks obscenely. Once in place she was allowed to remove the nozzle and sit. She would look up and when her Mom was ready to let her go she would nod.

You either held the enema or the paddle came out before the next one. It had been a long time since she had been spanked for failing in this fashion. When the nod was given the expulsion was explosive! That soapy had been real soapy and it caused her butt to burn a little as she passed it. This enema was followed by a second soapy enema and then 4 saline and soda enemas that left her squeaky clean. To her surprise, when the last rinse was done, the herbal retention enema was not mentioned. Cynthia started to ask about it but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. As was usually the case, the cleaning left her relaxed and a little weary so her Mom sent her off back to bed for a little nap. Cynthia also planned on a little recreational relaxation before the nap as well. When this was well tended to she felt as at peace and content as a teenager can ever feel and the sleep that followed was deep and without dreams.