It was quiet the only sound being the soothing music from the stereo turned low. I lay naked on the bed a black douche nozzle inserted fully with warm, soapy water flowing into my insides. The red bag hanging above. The sensations flooding my mind and body with pleasure. The feel of the nozzle such a pleasure on its own added with the feel of the water slowing working itself inside. Then at times my butt clenches involuntarily on the nozzle seeming to have a mind of its own wanting that feeling to remain. The desired effect of the enema was taking hold as I felt stress leave and my body and calmness take over. My mind slipped back to my two previous enemas. Nothing like this. Nothing like this at all. I began to become aroused as I thought back.

Four months earlier I had been given an ultimatum by Mrs. G. She was unhappy that I had not completed more side work from her never ending list. So it was either leave the position, something I could not afford to do considering the caretaking position provided a rent free, utility free apartment. Or I could accept her consequences which was a strapping across my bare bottom. I agreed to her consequence which was promptly carried out in the apartment. A leather cinch strap was applied to my bare backside repeatedly by Mrs. G. What she had failed to mention was an enema that was to follow the strapping. I found myself over the side of the bathtub with an enema hose delivering hot, soapy water into my burning bottom. I also found myself extremely aroused to the point that soon after Mrs. G left I masturbated to a quick exploding orgasm.

From that episode my mind turned to the latest that occurred a month and a half ago. I had been caught smoking in the apartment, something Mrs. G. had made absolutely clear was not acceptable and I had agreed with. The result of my behavior was much the same as previously with the exception I was taken downstairs to the barn and strapped in an empty stall. And it was there Mrs. G gave me another enema. And again I found myself erect as Mrs. G inserted her gloved finger to apply vaseline followed by the douche nozzle. In this instance I was made to release in the stall in front of Mrs. G. Later I again got myself off in replaying what I had been through.I came back to the present, I was fully erect and began to stroke myself. The thoughts of getting those enemas brought me to a quick, but intense finish, I got up to expel.

The days after receiving the second enema from Mrs. G. found me thinking about getting enemas off and on throughout the day. It seemed as soon as my thoughts were given free reign they went immediately to enemas without fail. Did I have to get in trouble to receive an enema? That did not seem like a good idea. I could find myself out of the position if I became too much of a problem. Would I dare ask Mrs. G? Explain I didn't feel well?

These thoughts were bouncing around my head as I made the weekly check of the property. A quick drive to the cottage and a walkthrough, all good. Next to the camp where all was well. Then back to barn and apartment and a check of the main house. As I made the walkthrough it hit me. The enema equipment is here! I doubted Mrs. G took it back and forth to the city with her. I went immediately to the bathroom where I did not have to search long. Opening the cabinet below the sink was the box containing her enema bag, hose and nozzles. Without hesitation I took it to the apartment and with in minutes was giving myself an enema. I actually found that I missed the stinging from the spankings I received from Mrs. G. before she administered my enemas.