So it went as time passed. Once a week or so I would go next door and borrow Mrs. G's enema equipment and give myself an enema. So exciting every time. A feeling of being naughty because I secretly took the enema bag furthered by the fact I was giving myself an enema added to the "being naughty" feeling. I loved the feeling of the nozzle up my behind and enjoyed the sensation of inserting it all the way and slowly pulling it out until I could feel it and the warm water on my prostate. As I filled and began to feel cramps I would tell myself, "No stopping! You must take it all or get another enema. And another spanking." And I loved how aroused I became from the filling of the bag, taking the enema, and holding it in until I made a rush to the bathroom. Then the pleasure of release over and over until empty, followed by getting myself off, often with the douche nozzle re-inserted. Enemas became a regular practice for me.

A few weeks had passed since I had begun my enema play. I received a call from Mrs. G.

"Hi, how are you? I trust all is well. The horses doing ok? she asked."All is well and the horses are doing fine, no problems. I've done the fence repair and have most of the posts cut for the new pasture." .

"That is some great news. I must say despite a couple of occasions I couldn't be more pleased with your work with the horses and the property. I want to inform you that my daughter Jenn will be up this weekend so would you please have the brick house open and ready?"

"Yes, of course that will be no problem."

"Thanks. I also want to share with you that she and I have had a discussion and she is going to assist me with the property up there. Some cleaning and organizing and generally checking of anything that needs to be attended to. I have given her complete authority in matters so I expect your cooperation with her just as you cooperate with me."

"That also will be not a problem Mrs. G.

"Very good, thank you. I will be up in a few weeks I will see you then."