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A Collection of Dave Russell Enema stories

A Collection of Dave Russell Enema stories

16th Century Enema

Lady Anne and Lady Jane and Sir Mike and Sir John are the main characters. This takes place in an old English castle complete with moats and knights and wretched peasants.

Lady Anne and Sir Mike were lying in bed and Sir Mike is telling her how much he loves her. "Your eyes are as blue as the ocean, Your bottom is like two beautiful white mounds Your long blonde hair is really delicate. The only thing more beautiful than you is a succulent roast pig."

She threw him on his ass on the floor. He was an avid eater. The day before Sir Mike had insulted Sir John and they had to fight a duel the next morning at dawn, They did not really want to hurt one another so they held a friendly dueling match.

They drew swords. They were on the castle steps John and Mike were fencing fiercely. Up and down the steps they fought. Mike finally landed John in a corner and gave him a slight cut so he would not call him a wuss again.

They both hugged. Anne and Jane were laughing hysterically. They both grabbed the women and gave them a hard spanking. Anne said, "Guys, we must leave you to your silly games. We have an Apothecary meeting in half an hour.

They walked over to the castle infirmary and stopped at the midwifes office. She told them to undress and lay down on the two beds.

The doctor came in and said, "I see you ladies need an enema."

They both said yes. He gave them a thorough examination and rubbed them with goose grease on their noble anuses. They both were in the knee-chest position and the doctor produced a giant enema piston syringe.

Jane went first. Dr. Merlin filled the syringe with two quarts of warm oil. They used virgin olive oil in those days. He stood behind Jane and pushed in the piston syringe. She moaned and had in orgasm at the same time. She held the warm oil in her for ten minutes and used a chamber pot to release the enema. He gave her a cloth to wipe herself off.

Anne got into position and Jane parted her buttocks and the Doctor inserted the nozzle. It looked more like a veterinary syringe. The warm oil felt good to her, it wasn't too hot. She took it bravely. She wanted to get dressed it was cold in the castle east. They both felt a lot better.

They got dressed right away They were going to a concert that night Herb Alpert and the Medieval Brass They had a big hit with 'Knight's Bridge Taxi'.

The enema for home and castle use didn't come in till much later when a Frenchman invented a portable home enema syringe. You usually had to go to an apothecary and have a stranger give you an enema.

I wonder if anyone ever had an enema fetish back then. What do you think ?

by Dave Russell


Scrooge and his Miserly Enema

It is the day after Ebeneezer Scrooge got turned around at Christmas. He ate so much of the Christmas turkey that around 8 o'clock Christmas night he began to moan fiercely.

Mrs. Crachit asked him what was the matter. "Bah Humbug !" he moaned.

"He's gone and went back to his old ways." The lady thought. Mrs. Crachit bopped him on his fanny and said, "You'll be needing an enema right away Sir." She went into the medicine cabinet and filled a two quart syringe with soapy water.

He said, "But I don't want an enema."

"Nonsense," she said and made him get undressed.

He lay nude on her bed, "Bah Humbug," he said.

Mrs. Crachit looked at him nude and said, "Oh my, put that horrid thing away quickly now. Have ye never had an enema before Sir ?"

Scrooge said no and Mrs. Crachit said, "No wonder you hates Christmas. This will make you your jolly old self again, if that is even possible." She had the standard pewter clyster pump and she stood behind Scrooge.

She had him bend over the bed and she put some horrid green soap on the nozzle and shoved it in his rear end. He let out with another, "Bah humbug !" and started to complain as the water went in.

She slowly pressed the water up into Scrooges Rectum. It had gotten bound up from all the sweetmeats and puddings the night before. Mrs. Crachet finally got the water into Scrooge's rectum.

She said, "Tiny Tim takes these better than you do."

She made Scrooge hold the enema for l5 minutes and only then let him use the bedpan. The facility was too far away from the house to make a run for it at this late hour. It was very noisy for the next few minutes.

Mrs. Crachet left the old man to expel his enema in private She came back and emptied the bed pan and cleaned the old gentleman up.

Scrooge hugged her and thanked her for the enema and wrote a check for a thousand guineas, made out to Mrs. Crachet, his faithful servant.

This was his first full Christmas in years.

My apologies to Mr. Charles Dickens. I hope I don't get the Dickens for this.

Dave Russell the Phantom Rider of Internet


Lisa's Lavement

I was sitting in a restaurant all alone watching my next door neighbor who was 19. She motioned me to come over. I had known her all her life. "Hi sir, how are you tonight ?

"I'm fine Lisa how are you ?"

"Sir, I don't feel well."

I was going to drink a Sprite and go home. "Do you mind if I have a coke with you ?" I asked.

She said no, "I would enjoy your company."

We talked about the home run race and President Clinton. and before we knew it the place was going to close so we headed down the street to my apartment. I said, "Lisa, we have to do something about your tummy ache."

She said, "I could use an enema if you'd help me."

I was taken aback about it but I reassured her an enema would be the best thing. I said, "It won't be bad Lisa."

She said, "My Mom gave me one when I was seventeen."

She took a shower and dried herself off and lay down on my bed. I chose a three quart Beth Tyler bag and filled it to the brim. Lisa turned over on her side and I inserted the nozzle.

After each quart I messaged her tummy for five minutes and continued the flow. She took the whole three quarts and asked if she could use the bedpan. I said it was far too soon and placed a piece of toilet paper over her anus and held it in her for l5 minutes.

She called me every name under the sun. Finally she was perched on the bedpan. I had to empty the bedpan three times.

I asked, "When was the last time you went to the bathroom ?"

She said, "Four days ago."

"How would you like to come here for a weekly enema ?"

She agreed. So every Friday night we exchange enemas.

Dave Russell


Correctional Center Enema

My name is Dawn and I have been sentenced to one month in the Russell Correctional Facility. I was caught shoplifting. It was a stupid thing to do, I know.

I am eighteen. I do not like it here. We are in Florida and we are put on a chain gang in the hot sun for l2 hours. The we are confined to our cells for the other twelve hours. We are told when to eat sleep and defecate. If we are bad we are given a spanking.

This is done on Friday nights in the Warden's Office. Every Saturday night we are forcibly given an enema whether we need one or not.

The first night I was there I talked back to one of the guards. I have an appointment with the warden for my first spanking at the facility. I approached Mr. Russell's office with trepidation and fear.

I haven't been spanked since I was twelve. I faced Mr. Russell. "You know the rules. Pull down your panties and climb over my lap."

"But, but…." I stammered.

"Do as I say young lady." He uses a ping pong paddle and he knows how to use it. He gave me thirty full blows of the paddle. I was crying like a baby.

"Young lady You may go back to your cell." He noted the spanking in his book. "I don't want to see you in here again . Do you catch my drift young lady ?"

I sniffed and nodded my head.

"Saturday night is a busy night around here," he said ominously.

There are fifty young ladies who face an enema every livelong Saturday night. Some of us women have to be held down, others take it without a hitch. There are fifty women lined up outside the bathroom waiting their turn.

The girls are given enemas two at a time. The whole process lasts about three hours.. The bathroom contains two tables a closet with all kinds of douche and enema equipment. We are required to douche once a day.

The enemas start at seven p.m. and usually the last one is given at ten p. m. Lights out at eleven.

Donna and I are first in line tonight. We are made to disrobe and lay down on the two enema tables. We are given enemas with an enema can and six inch colon tube. The tube goes in twelve inches into the colon. We are both given two quarts and we have to hold it for l5 minutes

Sometimes they use a twelve inch colon tube. We are over on our sides and the nurse starts both enemas at the same time. We are both moaning and groaning. Never have I felt such pain in all my life.

If you say one word about it hurting you are back over Mr. Russell's lap. You have to take the whole enema too. The can was empty and we were breathing heavily and wanting to go to the potty real bad. But the nurse inserted a butt plug and made us hold the enema for l5 minutes.

I was never in such agony in all my life. But I dared not say a word.

Donna was used to the enema. Her mother used to give them to her every week. I had gotten a few from my Dad and Mom but they never hurt like this. The nurse finally removed the butt plug and we both let loose like a volcano erupting. The nurse stood over us the whole time. It was very embarrassing.

We finished the enema and were given a shower and went back to our cell and watched TV till the lights went out at midnight.

I only have 28 more days here and I cant wait to get my ass out of here. The sun beats down on us in the day and it's very cold and lonely in the cell at night. The only thing you have to look forward to is an occasional spanking or enema.

Dave Russell The Phantom Rider of Internet


Mandy's Prison Ordeal

Hi. My name is Mandy Jones. I'm here at The Ohio Correctional institute for women. I am eighteen years old and I got caught stealing a car. It was wrong but I will have to spend a year in this hell hole.

Everything is done at certain and fixed times. You go to the bathroom at a certain time. You are strip searched almost every night. And we may be all over 18 but we still are strapped.

I have a janitorial job and I'm responsible for cleaning the rest rooms. One day I went in the bathroom and Ginny got mad at me and drew a knife on me. Now we face a strapping in the Warden's punishment room.

The room is very large, You are given a fleet enema before the strapping. The strapping isn't that bad but it does hurt. Then you spend two more weeks in solitary lock up to recover from the strapping. No TV, no clock.

The Nurse is present at all punishments. I was laying on my bed Saturday morning and the Nurse prepped me and the guards handcuffed Ginny and I and led us down to our doom. We walked very slowly almost as if it was to our execution. They gave us each a hospital gown with the back open.

We are placed in the center of the gym and handcuffed to the exercise horse. Our both hands are tied down. We are sentenced to twenty five swats with the strap. Ginny went first Whap Whap Whap She almost passed out after twenty. She was sobbing violently but she managed to make it through the strapping.

The nurse applied some cold creme to her swollen bottom and I didn't see her for two weeks.

When it was my turn, I was led up to the horse and bent over and handcuffed. The officer raised the strap : "Ow, ow whap whap whap ooooooh whap…"

I was exhausted by the twentieth swat The nurse applied some cold creme to by bottom and hugged me and sent me back to my cell.

For two weeks I lay there pondering my future. The time passed slowly. I thought I would go nuts from the loneliness. The loneliness was worse than the spanking. No one to talk to. My food was passed through the slot on the door.

The two weeks in there was an eternity. After I got out Ginny and I became fast friends for life. We look back on the year we spent there fondly. We never got in trouble again.

Dave Russell The Phantom Rider of Internet



College Sorority House Mother

My name is Mrs. Johnson and I have the task of taking care of 20 Freshman college girls. All are 2l years of age. I run this house pretty strict. If any of the girls come in late they get five swats with the paddle. The parents give me permission slips to do it.

One night June and Elly went out to a night owl party. I told them to be home by l am, but they came waltzing in the door at two thirty in the morning. They were a little tipsy. They started throwing up in the wastebasket.

"What do you have to say for yourselves ?" I said with my hands on my hips.

"You're not our mother," they chortled.

"Maybe not. But just the same, go up to the bathroom and prepare yourselves for an enema. Then after the enema in the morning you will get ten swats instead of five. Any squawking during the enema will earn another five swats, fifteen in all." I made sure they understood I meant business.

They were completely nude sitting on the chairs in the hall. It was show time.

I said, "June, come in here."

"Yes Ma'am," she said. She is rather small for 21 so I sat down and put her over my lap. The 2 quart enema bag was ready to go. June said, "I am ready I guess."

"You better be, because it's coming anyway," I retorted.

So I started the flow. Her stomach looked like she was pregnant and she started to get full. But she did not complain.

"I will reduce your spanking to five swats." I relented.

She leapt off my lap and exploded into the toilet. She was pretty calm.

I then called Elly in and greased her anus real well. June helped and she held the bag high. Elly took it quite well. She had better results than June. She was more compacted. I kept the paddle behind the enema bag. I said, "Girls, do you want your spanking now or later ?"

They both said : "Now."

"Elly you spank June and June you spank Elly." That was poetic justice.

Well, Elly Put June over her lap and whap whap whap whap whap She was bawling. June was calmed down in a few minutes so June sat down and spanked the hell out of Elly. She gave her seven just to get even.

Remember our motto : a happy sorority is a cleaned out sorority.

Dave Russell The Phantom Rider of Internet


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