I was about 18 when I was sent to stay with my aunt and uncle in Italy. I didn't want to go. I know, a European vacation sounds fun, but I knew I wasn't being sent there for fun, I was being sent there, as my father put it, "to grow up and understand life was not all play."

So on a 13-hour flight I went. I got off the plane and looked up at the sun. I had been here before many times with my mom, but those visits where different. Those times I had been a guest; now I was coming because I was a handful.

My Aunt Gina met me at the airport, and we had to take three buses to get to Contessa. We walked about a mile to her house, and the whole time we did she said nothing. When we got to her house, my good-natured Uncle Angelo was cooking dinner. He greeted me with a smile and a hug, much warmer than my aunt had greeted me.

The next three days where normal. I did chores, helped around the house and stayed out of the way. Little did I know what was waiting for me on that third night. We all ate dinner like normal, but when it was over I was told I didnt need to do the dishes but to go up to my room and change into my nightgown. I looked at my aunt like she was crazy, but listened because I didnt want to give her any reason to punish me.

I sat on the edge of my bed in my nightgown, waiting what seemed like forever. She finaly came in with a full red enema bag, a long enema nozzle, and a small jar of lube. My eyes grew wide, and I instanly backed up agaist the wall.

"You are out of your mind!" I yelled.

She almost grinned I think, like she was hoping I would say something like that.

With the speed of a cheetah, she grabbed my wrist and drug me over to the bed. I was caught in shock for a few seconds and didn't fight back in time. When I realized what was happening to me, I was already well-pinned over her lap and she was busy pulling my nightgown up and my panties down. I gave one last attempt to get free by wildly kicking my legs. Three sharp, hard swats to my thigh was my only reward. With my bottom properly bared, she picked up a hairbrush from the bedside table. I honestly couldn't tell you how many swats I endured, only that it felt as if it went on for a lifetime. Spank after spank rained down on my naughty bottom.

Finally she set the brush aside and told me to kneel on the floor. I quickly did as told, not daring to cause myself any further punishment. She guided my head down to the floor and had me raise my bottom high. First she slipped a well-lubed finger into my anus, then she with drew it and replaced it with the enema nozzle. I took two 1-quart enemas that night and once every week for the whole summer I was there.