For the three months after Amy’s rude awakening, her marriage to Will and the harmony within her mother Grace’s household was almost perfect. They were still in the newly wed stage and except for an occasional spat their relationship fulfilled all expectations. Despite Will’s small town background , he had gained such confidence from his earlier blow-up with Amy that he began to feel like he was truly the man of the house. He offered to take over the monthly bill paying and house maintenance from Grace and she was happy to accept.

All was seemingly fine until Will answered an urgent phone call fro Grace’s financial adviser who needed a decision about a recent volatile investment opportunity that they had been discussing. Will said, she’s not here but I’m in charge of finances now, so describe it to me and I’ll make the decision. The adviser was a long time lady friend of her mother’s and said, “Are you sure? Grace really like to think these options through and talk them over with me? Will simply answered, well you’ ll be doing that with me now so let's get started. After hearing the details Will said, absolutely invest. I know it sounds risky but otherwise you’ll never make any money. I’ll take my chances.

Two days later when Will and Amy came down to dinner, Grace was sitting at an empty table, food nowhere to be seen, and a grim expression on her face. In cold, measured tones she said, “Will, I understand you think you’re now in charge of my investments and everything else to do with my financial situation. Well, fortunately for you, my adviser called before she did what you told her, and I cancelled the investment. If you ever again try to intrude in my personal affairs I will let you fend for yourself and Amy in some other house. She then turned to Amy and said, “Honey, I know you all have a good marriage, but he really crossed the line. He embarrassed me in front of one of my oldest friends and almost cost me a huge amount of money.” Amy said , Mom, I’m really sorry, he probably was just trying to be important, but if I’d done that you’d probably be sure I didn’t sit down for a week.”

You know Amy, maybe that’s a good idea. As long as my son-in-law lives under my roof, I’m in charge. Will, if you want to stay here, I’ll see oyu in my bedroom in five minutes. Will blustered and tried to object, but Grace relied: if you’re not there it will be that much worse. Then she turned to Amy and said, you come to dear, I want someone to keep me under control as mad as I am.

A few minutes later Will walked into her bedroom and saw his mother in law sitting on the bed with a large wooden hairbrush. Will, get your pants and shorts off, in fact everything, and get over here and over my lap. Amy, hold his hand, I don’t want him fighting this at all. Understand Will? Yes, Grace, I’ll take whatever you give me.

As Will stretched out over Grace’s lap both she and Amy saw a very white bottom, almost feminine with its curves. She picked the brush up and began to spank with steady sharp smacks until Will’s bottom was a deep red fro waist to his upper thighs. His masculine efforts to pretend he was taking it easily had begun to fail, and his legs were kicking at every stroke and he twisted his bottom from side to side as Grace began to alternate very hard strokes with rapid groups of 2 or 3 spanks. Finally Will began to sob, please Grace, no more I’ll be an obedient and respectful member of the household. She said Will, I think you need more punishment but I don’t want to break the skin so I’ll give you two choices. Either you get a dozen more licks, as hard as I can give them, or you take a punishment enema like you helped me give Amy a few months ago. What will it be?

Grace, I can’t take any more with the hairbrush, give me the enema. Alright Will, but if you don’t take it well you’ll be back over my lap getting thos dozen licks. I promise I’ll take it will Grace. Amy and Grace looked at each other and mouthed the phrase, “we’ll see” to each other.

They quickly adjourned to the bathroom, and Grace filled an enema bag as full as she could, pointed out to Amy the double quantity of soap she was using, and attached the douche nozzle. Amy looked surprise, but her mother said, sometimes I gave your father enemas and he said this made it easier to hold (and I think he enjoyed the larger tube against his prostate. Amy thought, wow, am I ever learning stuff I never knew about my parents.

Grace told Will to kneel with his dark red bottom arched high and had Amy insert the large nozzle as far as it would go. Then he said, alright Will last chance, more spanking or enema, are you sure? Will grudgingly said the enema. Grace opened the clamp and raised the bag considerably higher than normal, and she and Amy both watched as Will uttered several “oh, mys” , drew his legs up and tried to somehow alleviate the pressure and cramps. Just a taste Will, said Grace, I’ll let you have the rest at a more normal height. By the time the bag was 2/3 empty Will was clearly in considerable discomfort and pleaded for a brief rest. Grace slowly said, alright, but then you’ll have to hold it 10 minutes instead of 5. Will said, no keep going. Finally the large, strong enema was in, and Grace said, “Alright Will, holding an enema is part of taking an enema so you’ve got 5 minutes to wait. “ Although Amy felt some sympathy for her husband, she had been in a similar position three months ago, and thought he really had it coming. She also felt herself get slightly aroused as she had all through the enema, watching his bottom clemch and squirm. She also wondered if her mother had similar feelings but concluded that Grace was enjoying having really gotten the upper hand on Will. Finally Will’s ordeal was over, and they left him in the bathroom.

A half hour later he gingerly walked downstairs, apologized to Grace, and promised his respect and obedience in the future. She said Will you’ve been punished, let’s start fresh. Amy smiled and wondered if their love making that night would be as passionate as hers had been after her similar experience.