The last few days I've felt cranky and sluggish. Actually, I've been constipated. Mistress does not like it when I'm constipated and will tolerate it for only a short time. If I cannot regulate myself, she will do it for me.

Mistress decided today that enough was enough. When she came home this evening, I was subjected to a constipation treatment and punishment for my crankiness.

Mistress came home and asked how I felt. I feebly offered an, "okay." She could tell by the way I answered that I was being less than truthful. She said, "You come with me, we are going to solve your little problem right now."

She led me into the bathroom. She instructed me to remove my clothing and get down on my hands and knees. "I am going to take a relaxing bath. While I am in the bath, you will remain on your hands and knees. I am going to use a suppository on you. You will retain the suppository until I allow you to use the toilet." Mistress got her big jar of ‘special' suppositories from the medicine cabinet. She makes these by melting many regular suppositories and remolding them in the finger of a latex glove. Mistress came to me with one that looked more like it had been molded in a condom. She placed it against my hole and pushed it far into my rectum with her long, slender middle finger. Mistress instructed me, "Do not move, keep your head down and your eyes forward."

I could hear her opening her dresser drawer. I dared not look to see what she was getting. She returned, laying two paddles on the floor in front of me. One was her Paintstick and the other her punisher, the Pine Paddle. The Paintstick is basically like those stirring sticks you get with paint from the hardware store. It is made from ¼ inch thick red oak, is 16 x 2 ½ inches and used to ‘paint' my ass red. It always promises more painful strokes to come! The Pine Paddle punisher is 1-inch thick, 18 x 3 ½ inches. Mistress V is small, but can apply sufficient force with the Pine Paddle to induce true repentance.

"I'm going to have a relaxing bath now. I do not want to hear any complaints or whimpering from you while I am trying to relax. Believe me, you do not want me stressed!" Mistress undressed and dropped her panties and bra in front of me. She knows the sight of them and the scent of her on them arouses me. "And don't let me catch you with a erection! You are to be disciplined, not rewarded!"

Mistress luxuriated in her bath while the suppository worked on me. I could hear her shaving under her arms, her legs, her vulva. The panties under my nose and the scent of Mistress' bath soap were intensely arousing for me. My cock was rock hard. Ironically, Mistress was using her Victorian Vanilla scented soap. This was certainly not going to be a vanilla evening! Mistress leaned out of the tub to have a sip of her tea and caught sight of my erection. "I knew you were not going to let me relax!" Mistress set down her tea and stood up in the tub. "Get up! Get over her! Bend over and grab your ankles!" Mistress ran her wet hands over the cheeks of my ass, getting them wet. Mistress then toweled off her hands, and picked up her Paintstick from the small table she keeps next to the tub. "So you're aroused are you?" Mistress reached to my left nipple, alternately pinching it and rolling it between her thumb and finger. My cock was now so hard I thought it might pop! As Mistress gave my nipple a hard twist, she let the Paintstick fall hard against the cheeks of my ass. The first stroke or two only intensified my arousal. Mistress knew this and so intensified the severity of her strokes. "Do not cry out or I will get out of the tub and make you regret it! I will have silence while in my bath!" The only sounds were the water swishing around her legs and the report of the Paintstick as it met my ass. After five or six painful swats, my dick was limp. "Take my panties and bra into the laundry room and then get back onto your hands and knees and let us have no further distractions!" I returned to my knees, my ass burning and my guts churning from a magnum suppository. Mistress checked on me again several times during her devilishly long bath. My dick remained limp but my toes were curling and I found it impossible to stop the escape of some quiet moans from the cramps brought on by the suppository. "Well a least your dick is behaving now. Would you like to relieve yourself now?" "Oh yes, pleeeease", I replied. "Do you have a problem with calling me Mistress?" I had failed her by paying more attention to my own discomfort than to addressing her with respect. "No Mistress. Please forgive me, I am in terrible discomfort." Mistress granted me forgiveness. "You may use the upstairs toilet. When you return, wait in the Red Chair outside the door, I will call you when I am ready for you again." "Thank you Mistress, I love you." Mistress replied, "I love you too." After the trip through the house, up the stairs and to the toilet, I barely made it in time!

The Red Chair is a small armless desk chair. Most of the time, the Red Chair sets in front of an old oak library table upon which we keep our computer. Under its coat of red enamel, applied by some previous owner, the Red Chair itself is oak. The Red Chair is red like an old rubber enema bag, drying on the back of some distant bathroom door after injecting the magic into some young devotees backside. The Red Chair is red like that young persons backside after protesting his or her enema to a mother short on patience, who administers a sound and sharp blistering over her knee as a price for their impudence. The Red Chair is a signal. It signals that Mistress intends to apply a dose of the Pine Paddle. The Red Chair is just the right height, that when Mistress asks me to lean over the back of it and place the palms of both hands flat against the seat bottom, my ass presents itself in a wonderful posture to receive strokes from Mistress' Pine Paddle.

I returned and sat outside the bathroom door in the Red Chair. I could her Mistress at her bath, smell her delicious soap and bath salts. From her occasional soft moans, I knew she was relaxed and happy.

Mistress had been relaxing an hour or so when she called. "Come in now." I entered the bathroom and stood before the tub. "Go to my drawer and get my douche." Mistress keeps a big, beautiful white douche bulb and a small crystal pitcher for the solution in her dresser. "Prepare my douche and bring it here." I mixed Mistress' vinegar and water solution in the pitcher. I then filled her douche bulb and took it to her in the bath. "You must stand and watch as I douche, but you may not have an erection." Mistress lay back in the tub, pulled her legs up against her chest and inserted the large, curved nozzle into her vagina. Mistress always commands that my dick remain limp while watching her douche, but I always fail. As Mistress gently squeezed the bulb and introduced the douche into her beautiful bald pussy she looked up to notice my erection. "Your erection will cost you my dear." She finished her douche and handed the bulb to me, "Clean my douche and set it out to dry while I get out of the tub. When you have finished, bring in the Red Chair."

When I brought the Red Chair into the bathroom, Mistress was waiting for me. Mistress looked beautiful standing there totally nude, her hair wet, the Pine Paddle in hand and her bald pussy lips smiling at me. "Set the chair down and assume the position." I placed the Red Chair down in the middle of the room, leaned over the back and placed both hands on the seat. "You will be silent. Only The Pine Paddle and I may speak now. You may have an erection only when I have allowed it." Mistress knows that a good spanking encompasses more than just the swats. Pleasure must temper the pain as pain must temper the pleasure. I never know when it is coming or how hard it will be when the Pine Paddle finds its' mark. Mistress rubbed my back, my nipples my balls. Mistress pinched the end of my painfully hard cock. Mistress arouses me with one hand so I am not alerted the stroke is coming when I feel her remove one hand. I must concentrate only on accepting what she gives me at that moment. Not what follows or what preceded. Mistress spends several minutes arousing me and my head is swimming with emotion and anticipation. She gives my nipple a hard pinch and SMACK, the Pine Paddle finds both cheeks simultaneously. "I asked that you not have an erection. You should be able to show me that much respect. I offer the sensations of my private bath to your voyeurism and you repay me with disobedience." I now received sharp strokes of the Pine Paddle on alternating cheeks, Mistress was no longer teasing. "This is for your crankiness the last few days," WHACK. "This is for letting your constipation go so long," WHACK. "You interrupted my bath with your erection," WHACK. I received many strokes of the Pine Paddle for various acts of disrespect and disobedience. "Ooooohhhhhhhhh," the pain forced moan from me. "I had though I was finished for but you have violated my command of silence." I received five more hard strokes in quick succession across both cheeks for this. I reached deep into myself to please Mistress and remained mute. My ass was vibrating with fire.

Mistress now commanded, "Set the chair aside and down on the floor. I want you on your knees, chest on the floor, knees apart and your ass as high as you can possible get it! You are to keep your head down. You will not need to see what I am doing, you will feel it!" Mistress went to the dresser. Although I could not see, I knew she was retrieving the apparatus necessary for the treatment of my constipation. This consisted of a red four-quart enema bag, a length of red rubber hose, metal clamp and a large black dildo nozzle. As she opened the drawer I could smell the faint odor of rubber and Dr. Bonners' peppermint soap. Mistress uses only Dr. Bonners' for my enemas. The peppermint creates the most delicious tingle when she lubricates my anus with it and the sudsy enema solution brings on tremendous cramps as she forces me to hold it in. As I was lost in thoughts of peppermint, I was suddenly returned to reality with two quick swats from the Pine Paddle. SMACK…SMACK. "I asked you to keep your ass as high as possible. Do not make me ask again." Mistress pick up first one foot and then the other and soundly smacked the bottom of my feet several times. I concentrated on pleasing Mistress with the proper position while listening to her fill the big red enema bag with soapsuds. The smell of peppermint was now strong. I love the big nozzle in my ass and the soapsuds rushing into my guts. It is difficult to concentrate on pleasing Mistress with the demanded position and seeming contrition when the punishment is so pleasurable. Mistress knows I enjoy the big red bag ‘n suds. She keeps the Pine Paddle handy to remind me who is in control. Mistress hangs the bag high on a wall hook. Mistress makes the flow rapid to enhance the cramping. I feel her rubbing Dr. Bonners' on my hole to lubricate it. The peppermint feels both icy and hot at the same time. "I want both your nipples touching the floor," SMACK…SMACK. Mistress places the tip of the nozzle against my hole, firmly and smoothly pushing it home. "I love you Mistress. I'm sorry I have disrespected and disobeyed you." Mistress answers, "I love you too. I accept your apology and thank you for offering it. Would you prefer a pleasurable spanking with your enema rather than punishment?" "Only if that is what you wish Mistress." "Very well, I will allow your erection now and you may speak if you wish." The Paintstick replaced the Pine Paddle as Mistress' side. Mistress let the warm, soapy enema solution flow. The metal clamp made that familiar and loved ‘snap' as she unclamped the hose. As the solution flowed, Mistress worked the enema nozzle in and out of my ass, levering it up and down so the tip massaged my prostate. Mistress picked up the Paintstick and began to apply sensuous swats to the cheeks of my ass, varying the frequency and intensity as the enema flowed. "Oh Mistress, yes, ooohhhhhhhhh." As my discomfort rose from nearly four quarts of steaming enema inside me, Mistress stopped manipulating the nozzle and began rubbing and pinching my nipples. Mistress grabbed and stroked my cock as she gently spanked me. "Oh Mistress, yes, oh yes, harder…….harder…..pinch me." Mistress pinched my nipples and added a little fire to the strokes. I heard her snap the hose clamp shut. The enema solution was now inside me. I knew that the peppermint cramps would soon arrive. Mistress instructed, "Do not move, hold perfectly still and accept the cramps I have given you." "Yes Mistress, I'll do my best." Mistress applied several quick, sharp strokes of the Paintstick, "Your best may not be good enough. I am allowing you pleasure, but you still must obey. Any movement or moaning as the cramps wash over you will bring swift swats. You must retain the enema for 30 minutes." Thirty minutes is a long time. I was already suffering waves of cramps. As a series of cramps would arrive, I could not help a small moan and curling of my toes. This was met with an application of evenly spaced swats until I was again quiet and still. Mistress had lubricated my cock with baby oil and gently stroked it as she smacked my ass until it was time for me to expel.

"Thirty minutes is up, would you like to use the toilet now?" "Yes Mistress, thank you," I replied. "I will wait for and enjoy a glass of wine and some reading while you are busy. Let me know when you are finished."

I went into the living room and sat beside Mistress on the sofa, "I'm finished Mistress. I feel much better now." Mistress offered me a long, wonderful kiss, "Good, I hope your attitude will improve. Back to the bathroom, we must clean the soap out of you with a warm water and baking soda enema."

We returned to the bathroom. I assumed the position without Mistress having to tell me. "What a good boy, all you needed was a little focusing of attention with the help of the Pine Paddle." Mistress mixed the baking soda enema, again lubricated my anus and inserted the nozzle. Mistress unclamped the hose, "I think it is time we cured that erection for you." My mind started racing. I was feeling fear and panic. I had let myself become too comfortable with Mistress' mercy. My ass was still on fire from the work of the Paintstick and the Pine Paddle. Mistress saw my discomfort and laughed, "Put your head down and keep your eyes closed." I knew the Pine Paddle must be ready to arc towards my uplifted ass. Mistress was moving around in front of me. I could not imagine what she was doing. "You may open your eyes, lift your head and look forward." As I slowly opened my eyes and looked up, there was Mistress in front of me on her hands and knees. Here beautiful ass was just inches from my nose! "You may not enter me, but you may pleasure yourself if you find the view acceptable." "Oh Mistress, thank you! The view is incredible! You are truly beautiful. I love you! Where did I find such a treasure as you!" I got up onto my knees. The warm enema was slowly filling me. Mistress pinched her nipples as I ran my hand over her back, ass and legs. With my tongue, I explored the smoothly shaven areas between her legs. The scent of her sex was overpowering me. I kept one hand on the curves of her hips and butt, the other hand on my dick. I put a drop of Dr. Bonners' on a finger for lubrication and drove it deep into her ass. With a finger up her ass, my tongue on her pussy and my hand furiously working my dick, it wasn't long before my orgasm was imminent. I took my finger out of her ass and scooted up right behind her. I put the head of my dick up against her asshole and exploded cum! What an intense orgasm. I collapsed on the floor completely spent. Mistress got up and toweled the semen off that covered her ass and back. She rolled me onto my stomach and gave me a few quick slaps on the ass with her hand. She gave me a long, deep kiss, wiped semen she had on her fingers on my lips and said, "Clean up the enema equipment, apply a light coat of lemon oil to my paddles and come to bed. Good Night, I love you." "I love you too Mistress."

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