“So, how did the gentler side feel?” asked Sally.

“Very, very different,” Nancy responded. “It was like getting an enema from a completely different person. She was so gentle pushing in the tube; stopping every once in a while, to rub my stomach, then starting up the water. I could feel it going in as it and the tube went up into me.”

“How did that feel to you?” Sally asked.

“It felt wonderful, but, somehow, there was some thing missing, something I could not figure out.”

“Try to describe the feeling,” responded Sally. “Was it good, bad, indifferent? What was it you missed?”

Nancy grew quiet for several moments, thinking, then shook her head.

“I never thought about it before, I guess,” she replied, “But I think it was the difference in the atmosphere. I was not being punished, but I was getting an enema, a soapy one at that. Still, it was so different, none of the drama like the punishment one.”

“OK,” said Sally, “was it everything you thought it would be?”

“Oh, sure,” Nancy answered, “It was that, but still, something was missing, I think.”

“Was it the ‘tingling’ you remembered?”

“No, I don’t think so,” said Nancy. “My vagina started to moisten almost from the moment mom said I was getting the enema. It wasn’t that.”

“Well then, what about the enema itself,” offered Sally, “Was it the amount, the soap, did she hold the bag high or low?”

“No, I don’t think so either, Nancy. I just had this feeling something was missing.”

“Nancy, Sally answered, Let’s try something. Come over here, and lie over my lap.”

“Oh, ah, well, I, ah guess so Nancy,” came the reply. She rose from the bed and walked the short steps to where Sally was sitting on the edge of the bed, then bent over her lap.

As she completed her short journey, Sally waited patiently for her to get settled. When she was finished, Sally put her leg across Nancy’s legs, and a hand on her back.

“What are you doing, Sally?” asked Nancy.

“There is an old saying, Nancy,” came the response, “When all other possibilities are ruled out what is left must be true. What you were missing subconsciously, was a spanking from your mom, something we will cure right now.”

Having said that, Sally slapped Nancy’s left buttock and then her right; not hard, but enough to get her attention. “Is this what you were really missing, Nancy?” Two more Nancy’s right ear, and whispered,

“Sally, NO!” said Nancy. ‘I don’t need a spanking from you, or from her.”

“Somehow, I think the opposite is true, my dear. Now just lie still while I redden your bottom. That is what you truly want, isn’t it?” Sally continued to strike one side of her bottom then the other and Nancy began to move a bit on Sally’s lap, and started to quietly sob as well.

Sally leaned over, coming close to Nancy’s right ear and whispered, “Is this what you were really missing, Nancy?” Sally stopped the spanking and started to rub softly over the now red buttocks, and added, “Is this what your mom did that excited you?”

Nancy moaned quietly, and answered, “Please keep spanking me Sally. I need to be spanked like my mom used to do.”

“Of course,” Sally responded, continuing for a moment to rub Nancy’s buttocks, then added, “Is there anything else you miss from your mom, Nancy? Other than the enemas, of course.”

“My mom loved me so much,” Nancy sobbed. “She loved me to give me big, soapy enemas, and spanked me because I deserved it. She was kind, and nice, and she rubbed my butt afterwards like you did, and she made me feel loved.”

“I know,” responded Sally, “I know.” Sally continued to rub softly and Nancy responded by moving her legs slightly apart.

As Sally looked down into the cleft between her legs, she could see that Nancy was very wet. She started to rub wider, up and down her thighs, and eventually made her way to Nancy’s inner thighs. Nancy responded by moving her right leg even further out, widening the space around her mound.

“Let me make you feel good,” said Sally, as she continued to rub Nancy’s inner thighs, finally reaching over to press her hand over Nancy’s wet mound. She rubbed in circles, then stroked her slit up and down several times before stopping at her clit, which had popped out of its sheath, waiting for Sally’s hand.

“Oh, yesss,” moaned Nancy, louder now. “Spank me hard, then make me cum, PLEASE?” yelled Nancy. I need your hand and your fingers, and make it hard.”

Sally, responding moved her hand back up to the buttocks and slapped Nancy several times hard on each cheek before returning her fingers to what was now a very wet slit.

Pushing her fingers into Nancy, Sally announced, “You have been a very bad girl, Nancy, and I am going to spank you severely, then give you another enema, a big, soapy punishment enema, one that you will remember a very, long time.”

“Yes Mama," came the muffled response from Nancy through her sobs. “I need you to punish me, and love me, and give me hot, soapy enemas. I deserve them for your love.”

“Well then, that is what you will get, you bad girl,” answered Sally, slapping her buttocks several more times. Finally, she stopped and moved her hands back to Nancy’s now very wet slit and then pushed two fingers into her, scooped out some of Nancy’s juices, and rubbed it on and around her asshole, before pushing a finger up there as well. Nancy screamed in an orgasm.

Nancy moaned louder and writhed on Sally’s lap, as Sally’s fingers worked their way into both Nancy’s vagina and her butthole. Slowly twisting them around, Nancy had orgasmic spasm after spasm before giving out a great sigh and lying quietly on Sally’s lap.

Sally let Nancy recover a bit, then aroused her with a hard slap to her left butt cheek.

“Time to finish what we started, Nancy. You know you need to be punished.” A round of very hard slaps to the buttocks followed, and Nancy cried out loudly, “Please continue to spank me, I have needed it for so long,” she said through her sobs.

“Just a bit more,” Sally replied, “Then it is time for your soapy, punishment enema. As I said, you will remember it for a long time. It is what you get every time you tell me about things you have done wrong, and you will do that, won’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” answered Nancy, “I will tell you that I have been bad, so you can love me and punish me.”

“Good,” responded Sally. “That is just what I wanted to hear. Now, you go stand in the corner by the bed while I go make up your punishment enema. You are not to touch yourself or your bottom while I am gone. Now, get up and go,” Sally said, pointing to the small space between the bed and the wall.

Nancy rose unsteadily, and walked the few steps toward the wall, and Sally rose to go toward the bathroom. “This is a new chapter for me,” she thought to herself, “But I am loving every minute of it. The feeling of power is amazing, and Nancy is a wonderful person who needs me is a special way. I can handle that,” she added confidently, entering the bathroom, her own slit so wet the juices were dribbling down her leg.