“OK, asshole,” I could hear in the background as the fog lifted and I came back to the present. It was Barbara, and she was back in the bedroom. My mom dream faded as her voice grew louder

“You know,” she said, “When your mother told me about your punishments as a kid, I sorted them away. She even gave me your dad’s belt and enema bag as a gift. That’s what I will use today. I turned, and sure enough, she had a big red bag and the wide belt in her hands, just like in my dream. I knew I was in for real trouble.

“Get those clothes off, and down on your stomach on the bed,” she ordered, just like mom. “Actually, if I could, I would invite her over to let her punish you. Tonight, I will have to do. Do it, NOW!”

I rushed to get out of the rest of my clothes and lay face down on the bed. As I did, she dropped the enema bag on the bed. I could hear it slosh around and smell the strong soap. It took only seconds for her to get me in the position she wanted before the belt swished in the air and came down hard on my ass cheeks.

Barbara’s smacks were much harder and more painful than I ever remembered from mom. Once she started, she blistered my ass in just seconds with one smack after another with the well-worn belt. I quickly began to cry out, asking her to stop, but all that went on deaf ears. She kept on striking me, one cheek then the other until my bottom was burning.

“Please, stop,” I asked through my tears. Finally, she did stop, and dropped the belt on the bed, grabbing at the same time the jar of Vaseline and scooping out a large amount. She approached me von the bed, pushed aside one of the ass cheeks, and ran the glob of lube up my ass with her middle finger.

“That hurts,” I mumbled through my sobbing.

“Good, maybe you are beginning to learn,” came the answer. She continued to move her finger in and out of my ass until it seemed everything was loose, and I might crap. She stopped and quickly took the large enema nozzle and ran that up where her finger had been, at the same time raising the bag high above me. I could feel cramps almost immediately as the hot, soapy water surged into me.

“Hot enough for you?” Barbara asked. “I can make the next one even hotter and soapier if needed.” The water gushed in and the bag quickly deflated. I had massive cramps. Finally, it seemed to slow down, then stop. She left the nozzle in me, dropped the bag, and started to use the best on me again.

“You will hold that until I tell you,” she snarled, obviously liking what she was doing. “Make another scene in the future and it will be even worse. I might even get a dildo and begin fucking your ass if that is what it will take to get you to calm down and stop acting like a fool. What do you think of that?”

“Maybe the next time, I will bring your mom over to watch or even help. You need a massive change in attitude and, if this is the only way to do it, you are in for big trouble from now on.”

Every few seconds, she ran her fingers over my beet red ass, furthering the continuing pain from the spanking. With her other hand, she moved the long enema tube in and out of my ass, making me clench my cheeks to prevent leakage. The combination was overwhelming.

“Oh, please stop,” I sobbed. “This all hurts, and bad. Please stop.”

“Take it, you wimp,” came the reply. “You deserve this and more for what you did tonight, and what you have been doing since you left your job. You have made my life miserable, and now you get your comeuppance. Endure it, dickhead.”

A couple of minutes went by before I heard the gurgle that said all the soapy water was in. The soap burned like help, only adding to the pain on my ass cheeks. Barbara yanked the tub out roughly.

“Now hold it until I tell you to go to the bathroom,” she announced loudly. “Move around or leak and you get even more. Understand?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I answered quietly.

“Good. Let me emphasize that a bit more.” As she finished talking, the belt came down again across my ass, three times in rapid succession. The searing pain drove me over the edge, and I just broke down completely sobbing like a small child.

“Please, no more,” I asked. “I will change if you will help me. Please, no more.”

“You will have lots of help,” she answered. “Lots of help from me, this belt and this enema bag. Every time you slip up it will be the same. If you don’t want more, you will change for the better Otherwise, it gets worse. Think about it. Now, go to the bathroom and get rid of all that water.”

I hobbled up quickly and ran for the toilet, getting there just in time. The torrent started as I reached the seat and started to sit. The cold toilet seat made the pain on my ass even worse, but I sat and endured. For the next fifteen minutes, I let the soap and water drain, almost afraid to leave the bathroom and have to face Barbara.

When I finally did and walked slowly back to the bedroom, Barbara was sitting on the side of the bed, waiting for me.

“Come over here,” she said, in a calmer voice. “Come sit by me,” she added quickly. I sat down beside her. When I did, she put her arm around me, and leaned over, kissing my forehead.

“I don’t want of like to have to punish you, you know. I would prefer us to be the loving couple have been for so long. We need to get back to that, and you need to realize what you have become. Punishment is not my desire. Please try.” I looked over at Barbara. She had tears in her eyes, and I knew I had to change. I also knew she would help and encourage me – one way or the other.

The pain seemed to change to a duller ache as she held me. I loved this woman and wanted everything to be back to better times. Mother memories would fade, but the memories of my wife were now in the front of my mind.