I got back upstairs and straightened up the place a bit still wondering what I was facing. I guess I should have known it wasn't the smartest thing to do borrowing things from my employer without permission. Would she be upset if I borrowed a frying pan or the like? Perhaps it was the fact it was stored without being allowed to dry. Obviously something else that wasn't the smartest thing to do because of the possibility of mold. And if I dried it properly I would not be in this position. I began to get a little nervous having just agreed that Jenn has the authority to deal out consequences. And according to what she told me knew exactly how her mother had punished me. It seemed no doubt that Jenn had much the same planned for me. Thinking further maybe as she said it was to check that I meant what I said. And maybe a way for her to reinforce the authority with me from the start? Or it could be simply I was out of bounds in her mind and it needed to be attended to. Regardless it didn't matter. The bottom line was she would be arriving to dole out consequences.

I was pacing around when I heard the barn entrance door open and close followed by the door to the utility room and the stairs up to the apartment.I met Jenn at the door.

"Come on in."

Jenn entered with that familiar box in hand which she placed upon the kitchen counter. Fortunately she didn't bring the saddle cinch strap which her mother used upon me. She turned and took a seat on the couch.

"You understand what this is about. I have been thinking this over and have decided that you borrowing the item is obviously not the worse thing in the world. However not taking proper care of a borrowed item is a problem. That is what I am addressing. So let us begin. Get undressed."

"Right here?"

"Yes of course right here. Undress now please."

I pulled my T-shirt off and then unbuckled and unzipped my jeans dropping them to the floor. I hesitated looking toward Jenn.

"Get on with it please. Get your underwear off. Now!"

I felt myself blush as I lowered them and removed them so I stood naked.

"Come here, in front of me." Jenn commanded. I did as told holding my hands in front of me trying to cover myself to some degree.

"Hands at your sides."

I looked into her eyes no doubt with a pleading look but to no avail.

"Hands at your sides. I don't care to repeat myself each time I ask you to do something. I left the strap downstairs, do I need to have you go down and bring it to me"

"No, I'll do as you say," I whispered as I closed my eyes and let my hands fall to my sides. I opened my eyes to see Jenn looking directly at me.

"Turn around please and bend over."

A slight moan slipped out from that request as I felt myself blush again. I quickly did as told. I stood totally exposed having no idea what might be next when I felt Jenn separate my cheeks exposing me further. Another little moan as she touched a finger to to my rectum. Jenn then stood and moved toward my left side. Her hand brushed my bottom a few times before it landed with a stinging snap followed by at least a dozen more in quick succession.

"Stand up," was the next order and I did so as Jenn opened the box removing a small cylindrical tube and vaseline. She returned to sit on the couch. She opened the case removing a glass thermometer and applied a bit of vaseline to the tip.

"I couldn't be called a nurse if I did not do a temperature check. Over my lap."

She helped me ease onto her lap and and I felt her hand separate my cheeks and the cool tip of the thermometer slip inside. I took a deep breath and exhaled relishing the feeling of the glass tube in my bare ass. Jenn caressed my bottom while slowly moving the thermometer in and out. I felt myself harden against her leg. After several minutes the thermometer was removed.

"98.6 just as it should be. Now up and over to the counter. "I took the few steps to the counter when ordered to bend over and spread my legs. I watched as she removed the enema bag and a small bottle of Dr. Bronner's soap. She ran the water in the sink, adjusting the temperature, then began to fill the bag adding a liberal amount of the liquid soap. When filled she attached the hose along a curved black douche nozzle. She hung the bag from a ceiling light that was conveniently located above the counter. She pulled on a pair of latex gloves and lubricated the nozzle. . All was ready.