My first consciousness recognized Lolita’s voice, almost shouting:

“How dare you?”

“Huh?...” was my reaction. I looked over toward Angie, who was just then

opening her eyes.

“How dare you?” Lolita repeated.

It was obvious that she had come in to find us asleep together, that she

had found the blood-spotted hospital towel on the bed. Not only had she

found us in that embarrassing situation, but she had chosen to take the

opportunity for some role-playing. She was now dressed for the part of a

domme. She wore a shiny black leather bustier of the sort which plunges

below the nipples. Attached to it were garters which gripped the tops of

black silk stockings. And she had on glossy black high stiletto heels.

As she awoke and became fully conscious, Angie at first had a look of

terror, and then the look on her face changed, as she gave an indication

of understanding. Her eyes wide, she got up and immediately went and

knelt in front of Lolita.

Lolita said: “I see you two have been doing naughty things, instead of

studying your lessons.”

“Oh, Miss Lolita!” Angie pled, “I’m so sorry! I’ll never do that again!”

I took her cue and knelt in front of Lolita as well, head bowed.

“I’m sorry, Miss Lolita.” I muttered.

“Well I hope you two have had some fun, because what’s coming is not

meant to be fun!” Lolita said.

Silence.

Lolita sat on a straight backed chair.

“You, boy,” She ordered, “come here so you can get what you deserve.”

I crawled over to her.

“On my lap!” Lolita said firmly, pulling me, belly down, onto her lap.

“This is what you get for doing naughty things while I’m gone.”

SMACK! She brought her open hand down on my bottom with surprising

force. Her blow stung sharply.

SMACK! Again. After about a half dozen blows, I lost count The pain on

my bottom burned, and it brought tears to my eyes, but, at the same

time, it brought on an immense erection to my member, which was nested

between Lolita’s thighs. Finally she relented, and I was allowed to go

back and kneel beside Angie, who gave me a quick smile when she saw my

erection.

“Angela!” Lolita said sharply. “Come here!”

“Please don’t spank me, Miss Lolita!” Angie pled, “I swear I won’t do it

again!”

“COME HERE!” Lolita ordered firmly.

Angie complied, walking over to Lolita slowly and meekly. Lolita patted

her lap.

“Right here.” She said, as she brought Angie down on her lap.

SMACK! Lolita began with Angie’s spanking, educing a sharp gasp from her

current victim. SMACK! Again. I felt a mixture of pity and gladness for

Angie, as it must have been her first experience in discipline as a form

of sex play. Soon, Angie was sobbing and moaning as Lolita’s relentless

spanking continued. I sneaked a glance at her bottom, which was turning

a bright red. Finally the spanking stopped, and Angie was allowed to

resume her kneeling position next to me. She was teary-eyed but also

flushed with excitement.

Lolita stood in front of us; her face also flushed with excitement, and

looked down on us imperiously.

“You are here to learn about enemas,” She began, “not to fritter your

time away with silly naughty games. I told you to study your lessons

while I was gone and you failed to do so. What you both need is a good

reminder as to what we’re here about.”

She walked out of the room.

“You OK?” I whispered to Angie.

She nodded. “I don’t know when I’ll be able to sit again.” Then she

giggled.

We heard Lolita as she returned, carrying a large rubber sheet which she

spread across the bed.

“All right.” she said, “Both of you. On the bed. Hands and knees.”

We complied. As I mentioned earlier, the bed was huge, and there was

plenty of room.

Lolita left the room again, and was gone a bit longer this time.

“I guess we’re both gonna get a big filling.” I speculated.

“You think so?” Angie whispered.

“Why else the rubber sheet?” I said. “It’s here to protect the bed

against leaks.”

Lolita returned, and our suspicions were confirmed when we saw that she

carried two full enema bags. They were visibly larger than the ones we

had used the night before. She hung these from a rail which was part of

the bed’s canopy. Lolita left again.

“Those are awfully big.” Angie whispered. “I don’t think I can take all

that water”

“I don’t either.” I whispered back. “I guess we’re gonna find out, huh?”

Lolita returned, carrying a tray with the rest of the necessities. This

she put down on the nightstand.

“You’re going to learn two things:” Lolita said. “You’re going to learn

to observe my orders as to your studies, and you’re going to learn what

it feels like to be really full.”

As she donned a latex glove she continued: “I’m plugging you in first,

Mister wannabe stud.”

With that, she went about the task of lubing my rectum. My erection had

begun to deflate, but was immediately brought back to life by Lolita’s

ministrations to my anus. Finishing up, she reached for the nozzle and

began greasing it up. It was not the same type nozzle as the night

before, but a longer, thicker douche nozzle. Even in her role of

dominatrix, Lolita was careful about the way she inserted it. She aimed

it in the same manner as she had taught us, toward the navel. As her

hand left my stomach, she brushed it against my turgid member. I nearly

jumped.

“All right, you little slut...” said Lolita, as she got a fresh glove,

“Your turn.”

And she repeated the greasing operation on my ‘partner in crime’.

Angie sighed as Lolita rubbed the inside of her rectum. Finishing that,

Miss Lolita inserted an identical nozzle in Angie’s anus.

“Heads down on the bed!” Lolita ordered.

We had up until then been just on all fours, now we had been ordered to

put our heads down, thus increasing the slope which the enema water was

to follow.

Lolita stood at the foot of the bed. “Such a pretty picture.” she said,

“Nice rosy ass cheeks up in the air.” She continued, “Too bad I have no

film for my camera.”

I heard the click of one of the hose clamps as it was opened. Then I

heard the other. Then I felt the rush of warm water as it invaded my

gut. I sighed. I saw Angie frown in rapture and moan as she felt the

inrush of water into her body.

Seconds passed. Then I felt it. The burning sensation associated with

the soap used in enema water. I hissed as the first pang of discomfort

hit me. Almost simultaneously, I heard Angie gasp.

“Hehehe,” Lolita laughed softly, “You’re feeling the soap, aren’t you?”

She continued: “Surprised? You didn’t REALLY think I was going to let

you get away with plain saltwater, this time, did you?”

I felt a serious cramp hit me, but held back voicing it when I heard

Angie’s complaint:

“Awwww!...I’m cramping!

I heard the snap of a hose clamp closing. Lolita proceeded to go and

give Angie’s stomach a rub-down.

“Unhh!” I grunted, “me too!”

“You can wait, Mister macho man.” Lolita said to me, as she continued

rubbing Angie’s belly. Finally, I heard a snap. I didn’t know if it was

the closing of my hose, or the reopening of Angie’s. I heard another

snap as I saw and heard Angie gasp again. Lolita came and began to knead

my stomach.

“Hmph!” she said, “I thought you’d be man enough to take this without

complaint.” She rubbed on my stomach more, easing some of the cramps.

“But I guess I was wrong.” She stopped rubbing.

Then mockingly: “Is my baby boy ready for some more wa-wa?” Snap. The

water started flowing again.

Angie let out a loud gasp, but the expression on her face was one of

rapture. I saw her reach down toward her crotch, but before she reached

it, Lolita was quick to slap her bottom.

“That’s a ‘no-no’, little girl!” She added “There will be no playing

with yourselves.”

The seconds seemed like hours, but finally came the time when I felt no

increase in pressure, but only the discomfort of the soap working my

insides, and the distension of my abdomen. Looking at Angie, I saw that

her abdomen too was distended. She looked as though she was several

months pregnant.

“See?” Lolita started. “Water’s all gone. Now we hold it for a while.”

She went to her “goodie cabinet” and extracted something. as she had her

back to us, I couldn’t see what it was. I felt her begin to pull the

nozzle out of my rectum.

“Now,” she said, “I don’t want you leaking all over the place.”

She finished pulling the nozzle and immediately replaced it with a well

lubed anal plug.

“There...” Lolita patted my sore bottom. “That’s a good little boy.”

Angie said: “I need to go...”

Lolita countered, “Lets see...it’s been about five minutes...Nope! About

five minutes longer.

My heart went out to Angie, who was so new to the world of enemas. I

knew the pain she was suffering. But I also knew that Lolita had vast

experience, and knew our limits. Time passed, and the cramping in my

inside became a dull, constant, burning pressure.

Finally Lolita relented. She unhooked Angie’s bag from the canopy frame.

“You, Boy...” She addressed me. “Take Angela to the toilet.”

I assisted Angie in getting off the bed, and, taking the empty enema bag

in one hand, supported her as we walked to the bathroom together. Lolita

followed closely behind, holding Angie’s nozzle in place.

Angie poised in a bent position above the commode seat, and Lolita

ordered:

“You, Boy, pull her nozzle out.”

I reached for Angie’s bottom and took hold of the nozzle. It took no

effort at all to pull the nozzle. I was slow in taking my hand away,

however, and the rush of fluid caught me. My first reaction was one of

revulsion, but I put it down. I calmly went to the sink and washed my

hands. Angie saw what had happened and blushed deeply.

“I’m so sorry!” she said, pleadingly.

“S’O.K.” I countered. “Don’t worry about it, Baby.” Then to Lolita: “Can

I go use the other bathroom, Miss Lolita?”

Lolita said nothing, but nodded in consent, and beckoned to me. She led

me to the other bathroom, out of earshot of Angie.

“Well, how did it go?” she asked.

It took me a second to realize she was referring to the session Angie

and I had had during her absence.

“I’m not complaining,” I said, “and I don’t think Angie is either.”

Lolita was quicker at pulling the plug that blocked my opening, than I

had been with Angie, and soon I was feeling the relief of voiding the

pent up soap solution I had held for what seemed like hours. Lolita left

me to do so privately, after indicating that I would be expected, back

in front of her, in her bedroom, on my knees, as soon as I was done.

“So...” Lolita asked, imperiously, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Miss Lolita!” Angie and I said, in unison.

“All right. Now,” Lolita ordered, “I want you to both go to the exam

room and give each other a rinse enema.” She continued: “I will trust

you to do so without my supervision. I have other things that I need to

do.”