Tim knelt next to the pool looking through his fly box deciding which of the flies he had recently tied he should use. He settled on a dry fly Royal Coachman, a well known favorite of those who fly fish. He tied to his leader, applied some flotant and stepped into the pool, a few false casts and he let the fly drop to float along with the current. After several casts he was rewarded with a 12 inch brookie. He carefully released the trout and continued. Over the course of an hour he caught another five or six before deciding to head back to his apartment.

He had walked down to the stream following the dirt road that ran across from the brick house and horse barn. On the way back he decided to take the path leading up through the woods past Mrs. G's camp. Although Mrs. G spent time at the brick house each day she preferred staying in the old camp during warm weather for a number of reasons. One, was it was further from the road so quieter and it was surrounded by a sturdy chain link fence which allowed her dogs to roam freely. Being surrounded by trees it was also much cooler.

As he walked up the hill the woods were silent. Nearing the camp he heard voices. Mrs. G and her daughter were in a heated discussion over a decision made by Mrs. G regarding something about the camp.

"Jenn I told you I have already made the decision." Mrs. G explained.

"You hardly even listened to my ideas. You could at least think about them. Would that be asking too much?" Jenn argued.

"And I just told you the decision has been made," Mrs. G explained.

"MOTHER, YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE! I swear sometimes,"

Mrs. G stood quietly as if contemplating what to do or say next. "Jenn, it has been a very long time since I heard those exact words out of your mouth. I was not happy then nor am I now. Back then I made it clear I would not tolerate disrespect from you. And I will not accept you disrespecting me now. I thought you knew better. Go inside and get the paddle.

"Mother you can't be serious," Jenn had lowered her voice sensing she had stepped over the line.

"You know Jenn, I believe those were the very words you said the last time many years ago. Was I serious then?"

Jenn hung her head, "Yes Mother."

"Go get the paddle NOW!"

Tim knew just what paddle she was speaking of. In his caretaking duties he had often entered the camp for various reasons. The paddle hung next to the door frame near the refrigerator. It was one of those found in gift stores. It had a small deer and a bear cub with the lettering For the little deer with the bear behind. Regardless, it was a quarter inch thick and fifteen inches long and would apply a hard spanking if the user desired. He squatted behind some brush feeling he should sneak back down the hill and walk the road back, but felt glued to the spot. He couldn't resist waiting to view what was about to take place.

Jenn returned with paddle in hand. She handed it to her mother who gestured toward a picnic table. "Drop your shorts and bend over," she ordered.

Tim watched, fascinated by the scene. Jenn stepped to the end of the table, unbuttoned her shorts letting them drop to her ankles.

"Panties too Jenn."

"Yes Mother."

Tim felt the butterflies thing in his stomach and his head swirled as Jenn peeled off her panties exposing her bare bottom to him completely. She bent over the table. Her white butt contrasted with her tanned legs making a perfect target for the paddle. She is going to get spanked. The thought came back that he should quietly leave, but it was a thought easily discarded. He couldn't miss this.

Mrs. G stepped over placing her left hand on Jenn's lower back. "I am sorry for this Jenn, and I will make sure you are sorry as well. Anything to say?"

Jenn turned looking over her shoulder, "I am sorry Mother. Very sorry, I was wrong ok? Can't we just move on?"

"We can move on after we finish here." With that the first spank landed with a crack.

Mrs. G applied the paddle one spank every 4-5 seconds, slowly and firmly as Jenn lie quietly accepting the punishment. After a couple of minutes she spoke out.

"I'm sorry, that is enough Mom, please stop."

The spanking halted. "Jenn, it stops when I want it to stop do you understand? Apology accepted, thank you, but if I hear another sorry out of you I swear I will send you to fetch the strap. Is that clear"

"No Mother no strap please."

Mrs. G bent over placing her left arm around Jenn's waist holding her in position. "Now Jenn, you are getting it good."

The spanking began again, but this time Mrs. G spanked in earnest applying the paddle rapidly and seemingly with all the force she could. Within seconds Jenn began crying and sobbing as the paddle turned her bottom from a pink to a bright red.

Tim watched in amazement. He thought back to the time he witnessed his first spanking. A neighbor had pulled her daughter's pants down and spanked her bare bottom with a spatula. But that was nothing compared to this. Jenn was full grown woman getting spanked bare ass by her mother. He was in a state of frenzy. I should really go, I should not be doing this he thought. But the scene had aroused him so he thought about playing with himself as he watched. Not now he thought, but definitely sooner than later.

"Ten more young lady. Good and hard." Tim counted as the spanks landed.

Mrs. G laid the paddle on the picnic table. "Get your shorts on Jenn and take your car up to the brick house. Go to the bathroom and return with the box under the sink"

There was no argument from Jenn. "Yes Mother if you say so." She started her car and headed to the house.

Tim knew the "box." The box that Davol printed upon it. The box Mrs. G had brought to the apartment to help motivate him. The box that held the enema bag and nozzles. Jenn was going to be given an enema. And he had a seat from which to watch. Not leaving and miss this, no way.

Mrs. G had gone into the camp and as Jenn returned she came out with a towel and a small jar of Vaseline along with a pitcher, no doubt with water for the enema. She draped the towel over the table as Jenn set the box down.

"Get your bottom bared Jenn," as she poured what looked to be soapy water into the bag. She opened the clamp dispelling any air, then clamped the hose once again setting the closed bag down so she could apply Vaseline to both the douche nozzle and Jenn's bottom.

"You are to take all of this Jenn, no whining please or I will resort to the paddle again. Bend over please."

Tim watched as Mrs. G slid the nozzle into her daughter. So hot! He was feeling he might cum just watching the scene. Mrs. G raised the bag and release the clamp. He continued to watch as Jenn began to raise herself up and squirm from the enema filling.

"Not very pleasant is it dear?" asked Mrs. G.

"No Mother, I agree, it is not pleasant. It is quite embarrassing for me at this age to be undergoing this."

"Well now, it must be working. You are starting to agree with me instead of arguing. Will I need to give you a second enema?"

"Mother please no. It is not needed. You have made your point, quite clearly."

"And I will not hesitate to make my point again if necessary," Mrs. G added. A few moment later the bag emptied and the nozzle was removed.

"Get yourself to the bathroom. I will clean the equipment which you can bring back to the house and hang to dry."

Jenn rushed into the camp bare bottom still on display as Mrs. G gathered up the gear and followed inside.

Tim turned and headed back down the wooded path to walk the road back to his apartment. He already knew how he would spend the next hour. That enema bag that Jenn had gifted him was going to be put to use again. The douche nozzle coated with Vaseline would be inserted full length and the clamp released to allow the enema to flow all the while he thought of what he had just witnessed. Jenn, bare ass exposed, getting spanked and receiving an enema. He had a good idea what would happen as a result. A mind blowing orgasm with visions of spankings and enemas.