Sally finished filling the huge bag, poured in some of the baby shampoo, attached the hose, closed the clamp, then shook the bag to be sure the soap mixed throughout. She placed everything in the sink, then returned to the shower to secure the colon tube.

“This is one big tube,” Sally said, probably loud enough to be heard in the bedroom. “It is going to take some time and careful work to get this high up into Nancy’s colon.

Sally remembered that he grandmother had a similar one, and she used to have to twist and turn it slowly to get it to move around the bends in the colon, and also took a lot of time to prevent any damage. Sally would do the same. Carefully inserting the enema nozzle into the end of the colon tube so it fit snugly, Sally grabbed for the lubricant on the sink and the rest of the equipment, a towel from the rack, and headed back to the bedroom and Nancy.

“Well, young lady, it is time for your enema.”

Nancy looked at everything and decided she had changed her mind, after seeing the long colon tube, which she had not been able to get very far into her colon.

“Sally, I think...” said Nancy, her sentence trailing off. “I think that maybe…” she tried again.

“Think nothing right now Nancy,” responded Sally. You need this enema, want this enema and are going to get this enema, and right NOW! Take this towel and put in on the bed, then you lay on it so we can get going, after I grease up this long tube.”

Nancy did as she was told, and lay on the bed waiting, with a distinct look of fear in her eyes. She knew Sally was serious, and she also knew Sally would not want to harm her in any way, but still had a feeling of anxiety with such a large enema.

Sally lay the bag and hose on the bed with a plopping sound, and took the jar of lubricant, scooped some out on her right hand, and started to smear the long tube as far as she could, leaving only a few inches uncovered. “That ought to do it,” said Sally, mostly to herself.

OK Nancy,” said Sally, “Turn over on your left side for me and I will get you ready.

Sally took a disposable glove she found in a box in the bathroom, put it on her right hand and reached for some lubricant, then walked toward Nancy. Using her left hand to raise Nancy’s butt cheek, Nancy started lightly rubbing the lubricant around Nancy’s anal rosette, then, feeling Nancy’s muscles loosen a bit, plunged a finger into her, spreading the lube along the insides.

“Raise your right leg please,” Asked Sally, and Nancy responded.

Sally grasped the tube with her gloved hand and approached Nancy’s hole. She rested the end of the tube at the entrance a moment before beginning to push it slowly inside, eventually getting about six inches into her rectum.

“I’m going to start your enema now,” announced Sally, as she opened the clamp on the hose.

“I can feel it,” answered Nancy.”

“Good, then we are moving forward."

Sally hung the bag on a lamp near the end on the bed, started pushing gently on the colon tube, and the tube moved forward. Reaching a roadblock, Sally pulled back a bit and twisted the tube. Then, when she pushed it forward again, she could feel the tube going by the block and inching further into Nancy’s colon. Sally looked to see the water level starting to go down in the bag.

“Everything is fine, Nancy,” said Sally, trying to reassure her friend. She continued to push, pull, and twist until most of the tube was inside Nancy; only less-than a foot remained outside her colon. The water level of the bag was about half its original amount.

“Sally, I have a cramp coming on,” said Nancy.

“OK Nancy, I’ll stop the flow for a moment then.”

“I don’t think I can take much more, Sally.”

“Yes, you can, Nancy, and you WILL. I will push the rest of the tube into you, and you will take the whole bag, like a good girl.”

“But I don’t think I can, Sally,” said Nancy as she started to weep a bit.”

“Nancy,” Sally replied, “I want you to take the whole bag. If you do not, we will have to repeat this whole thing. Do you want that?”

“No,” came the answer.

“All right then, stop whimpering. I know what is good for you and right now, it is a good, hot, soapsuds enema to get you all cleaned out. So, no more weeping or you might just get a spanking as well.”

Sally opened the clamp again and, at the same time, pushed a bit more of the tube into Nancy. Only about a quarter of the bag remained to enter her.

Nancy again started to whimper and Sally smacked her on the ass cheeks a couple of times. That seemed to calm her down and the rest of the water was quickly inside.

“Now you will hold the water for at least five minutes Nancy so it will work. After that, you can go to the bathroom and let it out,” said Sally authoritatively.

“Yes ma’am,” answered Nancy meekly. They waited together.

“All right, Nancy,” it’s time for the bathroom. I’m going to leave the tube in you. We will go to the bathroom and into the shower. I will pull out the tube there just in case of any leaks.” Nancy nodded. She slowly tried to rise from the bed, needed Sally’s help and hobbled toward the bathroom and the shower.

“Nancy, I want you to bend over a bit,” said Sally, “So I can get the tube out.” Nancy did as she was asked, bent a bit, and Sally, who had been holding the enema bag as they went from bedroom to bathroom, hung it on the shower head, then reached for the colon tube. Slowly, Sally nudged the tube from Nancy’s colon, then let it plop to the floor of the shower. Nancy ran for the toilet, and soon loud gushes and smell filled the air, along with several load moans.

Sally sat on the bed, waiting for Nancy to return. Periodically, she looked over at a small clock by the side of the bed, and soon realized Nancy had been in the bathroom nearly thirty minutes.

Walking over toward the bathroom door, Sally asked, “Nancy, are you OK in there?”

“Yes, I am,” came the response, “I just feel like I will never stop leaking out. Every time I start to get up, more comes out, just like it used to be when I was at home with my mom. I should be OK in a minute or so.”

“All right,” sally answered, “You just take your time. Sounds like you really needed a big cleaning out.”

Finally, Sally heard the toilet flush and a weak-kneed Nancy emerged through the doorway.

“Sally, are you sure you never knew my mom”? asked Nancy. “I could swear I dumped at least the last five years of food into that toilet bowl.”

“No Nancy, I never knew your mom, but sometimes a person really needs a good cleaning out, and with your extra-large bag, it was easy to do, for me that is.”

Nancy came over to the bed where Sally sat waiting and put her head on Sally’ shoulder.

“Was that what you wanted, Nancy?”

“Yeees, it was,” said Nancy slowly.

“Sally sensed the answer was not a complete one. She reached her arm around Nancy, and asked, “Is there something else, I have forgotten perhaps? Something your mom would have done for you?” Sensing the answer, Sally held Nancy closer and waited patiently for a response.

“Well, ah, that is, er, my mom, often, ah, gave me a spanking when I did things wrong or didn’t do my enema the way she wanted.”

“Oh, is that it?” asked Sally. “Well, young lady, you come right over here over my lap and we will discuss your problems today. Her arm still in place, Sally drew Nancy over her lap, and quickly started to slap her ass cheeks, first one side and then the other. Nancy quickly started to weep and tried to put her hands in the way, but Sally grabbed them both and held them to the side with one hand. The crying grew louder as Nancy’s ass cheeks turned pink then bright red.

“You know, Nancy, I am beginning to like your mother more all the time.

Suddenly, Nancy began to gyrate on Sally’s lap; obviously about to orgasm. Sally stopped the spanking and spread Nancy’s legs a bit, then took her free hand and cupped Nancy’s mound, rubbing up and down slowly. Sally, realizing her orgasm was near, pulled Nancy up, and let her roll over to the bed, with Sally beside her, again rubbing Nancy's slit, but faster. Sally also felt a rising orgasm, and she and Nancy came at about the same time. Exhausted, they lay quietly for several minutes.