He loved the way Jenny said the word 'enema'. The word came out slowly,

with the final syllable drawn out. Enn-eh-muuuuh. Jenny didn't always

pronounce 'enema' that way. She would only draw out the final syllable

when she wanted to emphasize the word, and when she was feeling aroused.

"It's enema time now", Jenny said to him with a teasingly coy look. "You

get undressed now and I'll get your water ready. We have all day, and

I'm going to give you several enemas. Take them well and I won't whip

you too much between each ennnehhmmuuuuuh."

Jenny always used a generous supply of soap in the water for the first

enema of a series. This first enema was the most difficult for him

because of the soap, which tends to increase the cramping and the urge

to evacuate. At Jenny's insistence, he is to keep his body clean-shaven

from the waist down, including pubic hair. She liked him that way for

his enemas, and it also established her dominance over him.

He heard the water running as he undressed. Jenny had set up the large

towels on the bathroom floor.

"Okay, we're ready now. Come and get your ennemuuuuh!", Jenny called out

a few minutes later.

He trembled inside as he knelt on the floor with his bottom up and his

forehead touching the floor. Jenny was wearing a disposable glove on one

hand, and lubricated the middle finger of her gloved hand. A short gasp

came from him as she inserted her lubricated finger and probed his

rectum with it, sliding it in and out a few times and stimulating his

prostate before withdrawing and tossing the glove.

He heard Jenny let a little of the hot soapy water run out from the

enema hose into the sink. Then he felt the nozzle as Jenny pressed the

tip against his rectal opening. A little shove, and it slid in.

Holding the full two-quart bag, Jenny released the valve and the soapy

enema solution started to flow into him. After a moment he started to

groan and squirm. "Ooh, Jenny, oh!", he exclaimed. She adjusted the

level of the bag from time to time to effect a slower or faster flow

depending on his reactions. When his protestations reached a certain

level, she would pinch off the flow for a few moments and give him some

time for the soapy solution to go further inside.

He knew that she enjoyed seeing him squirm and struggle - she tells him

so every time she gives him enemas. He thought of the inevitable

whippings between each enema of the series, and how she loves to

administer them. He wondered if he was going to get the strap, the

paddle, or the cane today. He never knows until it is time for him to

get it. He also thought of the intense hours of pleasure that they would

both enjoy after his ordeal with the repeated enemas and whippings.

His attention became abruptly focused on the enema by a feeling of

fullness in his insides, and he delighted Jenny with some intense

squirming and pleading for relief. She stopped the flow for a moment,

telling him that he needs to take the whole thing and that he'll have to

hold it for at least five minutes before letting it go.

Jenny started the flow again, and he felt the remaining soapy solution

penetrating his innards as the bag gurgled and drained. She slowly

withdrew the nozzle, and stood directly in front of him as he stayed in

position for the full five minutes, sometimes groaning, sometimes

pounding on the floor with his hands in an effort to retain the warm

soapy enema. After what felt like an eternity, Jenny let him up and left

the room for about fifteen minutes as he discharged all the enema.

When he was sure there was no more liquid to come out, he opened the

bathroom door and saw Jenny standing with a strap in her hand and a coy

smile. She led him to the bedroom, and pointed to the bed, where she had

placed two pillows and a large towel over them for him to lay face down

for his strapping. When he was situated, Jenny went to one side and

started, giving hard, regularly paced strokes with the strap. After

giving ten strokes, she walked around to the other side and administered

the next ten from there, and continued until the count had reached forty.

Jenny prepared his next enema while he stayed on the bed following his

first between-enema whipping. This time she prepared the two quart bag,

but without soap, using a little salt in the solution to maintain

osmotic balance. She also prepared the same solution in an extra

pitcher, so that she could add some to the enema bag before it would

drain completely. This way he would take more than the two quarts.

She told him to lay on his back for this one, and when he was in

position, she lubricated the nozzle and had him raise his hips while she

inserted the tip inside him. Jenny started the flow, and adjusted the

height of the bag she was holding to regulate the flow. In the position

he was in, he could see Jenny and her facial expressions as she

straddled him.

At first, the enema solution flowed easily into his

partially-cleaned-out insides. This enema was intended to go deeper.

When the bag had drained about one quart into him, it got to be more

difficult. Jenny lowered the bag a little to ease the flow, and she also

poured prepared solution from the pitcher into the bag until it was full

again.

One thing that he could count on is that each enema during a series was

a little different, as Jenny contrived ways to make it interesting for

herself and for him. Telling him to breathe fully, Jenny kept raising

and lowering the bag until the last of the solution drained into him.

She withdrew the nozzle and stood directly over his face so that he

could see the beginnings of dampness on her panties. He also liked to

grab hold of and feel her bare legs when she was positioned this way, to

keep his mind off the enema that he had to hold for at least five more

minutes. Jenny quickly pulled her panties off and stood over him. As he

was focusing on her glistening womanhood, she started to massage her

labia and clitoris, eventually treating herself to an orgasm.

When the once-more interminable five minutes ended, Jenny left the

bathroom while he released all the enema from within him. About twenty

minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom and saw Jenny with the

strap in her hand, pointing toward the bedroom. With a sigh, he

positioned himself over the pillow which presented his bared bottom for

Jenny to strap. This time she gave a fast-paced strapping, delivering

fifteen hard strokes before prancing to the other side of the bed and

delivering the next set. When she had given him forty five strokes, she

went to prepare his next enema.

She prepared a clear warm-water solution and called him to come into the

bathroom, ordering him to lay on his back. Jenny spent ten minutes

filling him up with a little over three quarts, encouraging and

admonishing him during the whole process. She also manipulated his

genitals during some of the more difficult times, as well as during the

retention period after all the solution was inside. When she left him

alone to discharge the enema solution, she set up a chair in the next

room for him to bend over for his next whipping. He was not looking

forward to this, since each of the whippings that Jenny administers

during an enema series is more intense than the previous one, due to her

mounting excitement. He was also aware that there was at least one more

enema to be endured, with its accompanying whipping afterward.

A wide-eyed enthusiastic Jenny treated his bare bottom to over fifty

well-placed, vigorous strokes of the strap as he was required to stay in

position bent over the back of the chair. She went to prepare his fourth

enema of the day.

When she summoned him into the bathroom for his next enema, he noticed

that she had placed a stand in the room so that she would not have to

hold the enema bag while he was receiving the solution. She lubricated

the nozzle and inserted it into his backside, then started touching,

teasing, and caressing him all over until he got a raging erection. Now,

with the bag relatively high up for a fast flow, she released the clamp

and started the flow. As the enema gurgled into him, his erection

diminished. When his erection was about half gone, she stopped the flow

and started the teasing and touching until the erection came back. Then

she started the flow again. She did this over and over, pausing once to

refill the bag when it was almost empty, until he had almost four quarts

in him. She kept up the sensual stimulation through the retention

period, then left him alone for about twenty minutes.

He came out of the bathroom seeing Jenny with the strap in her hand,

beckoning him sexily to come hither. He followed her into the living

room where she pointed to the padded ottoman, and he placed himself face

down over it. Jenny was extremely excited now, and mercilessly strapped

him at steady pace without pausing. While he yelled, squirmed, and

urgently pleaded during her delivery of over sixty vicious strokes,

Jenny brought herself to multiple climaxes.

"Into the shower now, get all cleaned up!" Jenny said to him.

She rested while she heard the water running. As soon as it quit she

went into the bathroom, got the towel, and in a pampering mood, dried

him. With a flourish she dropped the towel on the floor and led him by

the hand into the bedroom. She quickly shed all her clothes, and then

took his penis completely in her mouth. Jenny looked up into his eyes

innocently, and felt his member harden as she teased it with her tongue.