She sat in the living room. It was getting darker by the moment it seemed. She couldn't understand what was making him so late, except that when he was REALLY angry with her, he seemed to take a sort of sadistic pleasure out of making her wait and wait and wait.

He had caught her 4 days ago, and he had been reminding her since then of the fact there was going to be hell to pay! He had come home early that day, and of all the days for the dumb credit card bill to show up! The ONE day he was home early and she was out on ONE last shopping spree. She knew she had it coming to her. He had to work extra overtime so many times…extra days every week to pay off her outrageous bills.

He had torn up so many cards he lost track. He had begged and pleaded. He had even resorted to good old-fashioned discipline…one spanking for every dollar she spent, and STILL she couldn't seem to stop. She'd sneak new cards, resist for a while, and then BAM…a good sale, irresistible clothes, or a special pair of shoes and she was back at it!

She tried to pay the bills on the sly, but this time it was a doozie! The store was going out of business and she just went a little crazy. She tried to justify the $400.00 by telling herself that it would have been at least $1000.00 if only…her thoughts were interrupted as the back door slammed open and he walked into the dark living room looking for her.

She felt the first pangs of regret when she saw his weary face. He worked SO hard and she didn't help by doing this. His credit and good name were everything to him. What drove her? She never really considered that when she was in the store!

"You are going to be VERY busy for the next few days," he announced. He said it so calmly and quietly that she felt the first prickle of fear across the back of her neck. He was usually so mad and angry he yelled and ranted, and her ass had even suffered mightily, but never had she heard this controlled calm voice.

He threw a bundle of mail on the counter and she gaped as she looked at it. It suddenly occurred to her that they hadn't gotten mail for a few days…or had they?

"I have been holding the mail at the post office and I found some MORE interesting charges here, my dear. Life is going to change drastically around here from now on, and right NOW you WILL decide if you want to stay or go! If you decide to stay, you WILL be punished accordingly. If you want to go, go NOW!"

He demanded an answer, and never had she heard the fury and the anger she was experiencing right at this very moment She loved him with all her heart; he was her best friend, her lover, her WORLD! He was most clearly at the end of his rope!

"I work my ASS off for you! I have built you this house! I try to give you whatever YOU want! Why? WHY do you do this?"

She had no answer, and in those few words he made her understand exactly how self-centered she had been acting. She had clothes, shoes, and jewelry she would never even wear. She just LOVED those bargains, but she loved him a hell of a lot more. And so she waited and whispered, "I'm sorry. I don't know what makes me do it!"

"Well, I am going to give you a LOT to think about over the next few days, my dear. If you decide it isn't worth it at ANY time, then pack all your pretty new clothes and leave. Otherwise, you'd best be prepared for a VERY busy few days. If you ever think about doing this again, I hope the next few days will be a reminder of how much it will cost you. Now get your ASS upstairs and put on the last new outfit you bought!"

She was puzzled, but she scrambled to do his bidding. She had a body to die for, and she looked smashing in everything she bought. She pulled the micro-mini over her head…it clung in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination. She pulled on the heels she bought to go with it, and sat and waited. What now?

She didn't have to wait long. She heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs. Her stomach was flip-flopping as he got closer and closer to the room. He demanded she stand and turn around when he walked in. She felt him come up behind her and pull up the back of the dress. He tucked the skirt into the belt, yanked her new satin panties off in one swoop, and ordered her to the corner. She turned to question him, but his eyes left NO doubt in her mind.

"The corner?" she thought. "Why, I haven't been sent to the corner since I was 5!"

She reluctantly walked to the corner and stood waiting for the next order. She waited and waited, and then turned to look at him.

He yelled, "Did I tell you to turn around?"

She quickly turned back and heard him moving about the room. Her feet were hurting in the stiletto heels, and she felt totally silly standing like a little girl in the corner with her ass sticking out and his eyes looking. She just knew they were looking, but what was he doing? What did she hear? It was almost impossible not to look, but she dared not turn around one more time.

Suddenly he was behind her! He grabbed her hands, tied them together at the wrists, and then led her by the wrists to the bathroom. He pulled them over her head and tied the whole thing to the shower curtain rod. She was barely able to touch the floor when he was done. Her feet were hurting, her shoulders felt uncomfortable, and she wondered whatever in the world was going to happen next.

He tied something to each leg, and she saw a wooden dowel at her feet. Soon the dowel was attached to each ankle, and her legs were spread wide. She tried to close them, but found she could not. What the hell???

She was practically immobilized! She could only see the bathtub…hear whatever he wanted her to hear. The first thing she heard was scissors-chopping sounds, and then she felt her brand new dress being cut off.

"Since I am working so damn hard to pay for these things, I guess I can do what I WANT with them, can't I?" he said to her with that steely voice, once more setting her on edge.

He came in front of her and cut the dress in two. It hung from her shoulders now…her front and back totally exposed. She was beside herself! Tied? Her dress cut off? She was more afraid of his anger right now than she ever had been before, BUT deep inside she knew she had it coming. She was just totally off guard by what he was doing. This was her husband…the shy, quiet, hard working guy…but suddenly he was so different. She knew she had driven him to it, but yet?

"I spent some time exploring a little all about discipline…about how to handle my extremely bad wife. I am at the end of my rope, and I have had enough! Starting RIGHT now, things are changing. I am going to be in charge! From NOW on, you will pay DEARLY if you mess up. I love you more than life itself, but I am done messing around, Michelle. After the next few days, I will be expecting a lot more from you, and you will pay dearly if I don't get it…understood? "

She was crying now, ashamed of herself and embarrassed by her position. She nodded her head, "Yes," over and over, apologizing and begging him to let her go.

"Let you GO?" he bellowed. "Oh, Michelle, we haven't even started yet."

With that, she felt a ferocious slap on her ass…the smacking sound reverberating through the bathroom. She could feel his leather belt licking her ass over and over. She was yelping and twisting desperately, trying to escape it, but being bound as she was, it wasn't going to happen. She was crying hard now, tears rolling down her cheeks. Once her ass was red hot and his first little burst of anger was over, he dropped the belt.

She heard a cover snapping off a jar and winced as he spread her ass cheeks, touching her burning hot skin. He felt the first glimmer of satisfaction he had felt in a long time. He coated her little asshole with lots of Vaseline. She could feel his finger pushing against her, gaining entry little by little. Over and over, he pushed and twisted. She figured she was in for a hell of a ride, but suddenly she felt the cold plastic of a nozzle.

"OH, NO!" she begged. "Why are you doing THAT?" she pleaded.

"I just found out how effective enemas can be, Michelle," he told her. "And not just for sick wives, either," he laughed. They had gotten the enema bag once when she was totally sick. He had helped her administer it and she had felt better, but it had been in the closet since then. She never, ever, forgot the embarrassment and the humiliation she felt about the whole ordeal…and now THIS?

She twisted and begged. She pleaded, cried, and tried to apologize once more, but he was hearing NONE of it. She heard the click of the clamp and suddenly she felt the HOT water entering her. "It's so HOT!" she bellowed. "PLEASE, NO MORE!" she begged.

Jess just smiled. He wasn't using a lot…just a very effective mixture of glycerin, soap and hot…very hot…water. Cramps hit almost immediately. She wanted to double over to relieve the pain she felt rumbling in her. He watched as the bag emptied and clicked the valve shut. He pulled the nozzle out and immediately pushed a rather large butt plug into her. She writhed in pain as the mixture rumbled inside her…the burning in her ass as the plug was pushed in…and suddenly the heat! He grinned as he watched her twist about realizing the plug was well lubricated with menthol gel of some kind.

"JESS, IT BURNS! " she screamed.

Jess just grinned and said, "I know," as he rubbed a dab on her exposed lips, clit and nipples.

Never had she felt so totally humiliated and boggled in her life. At first she tried to push the plug from her ass…the burning was soooo bad! Then she realized if she did, she would be pushing more then THAT from herself! Her belly felt so taut and tight. She felt like her insides were on the verge of exploding. Her nipples and her pussy were a burning mass of quivering flesh, and a fine sheen of sweat was breaking out all over her. The pressure was almost unbearable!

Suddenly when she felt like she couldn't handle another thing, she felt the strap explode across her ass over and over. She writhed and moaned…every movement from her churning up the soap still deep in her guts. She was almost hysterical, begging him to let her go!

Finally, he untied her hands and pulled her to the toilet. He walked from the room affording her THAT much privacy. She pulled the plug from herself…the soapy explosion felt soooo good…even better than the cool porcelain felt on her sore, hot ass. She sat quivering and shaking. She washed herself off with a warm cloth and got up to leave the bathroom.

"We aren't finished here YET, Michelle." Jess announced, and she felt her tummy quiver.

"W-w-w-what do you mean?" she asked.

"We still have to rinse all that soap out of you," Jess answered, almost happy for the first time all night!

"Jess, NO! Please…I'll do anything." Michelle begged. Her ass hurt and her guts were aching. She felt as though she wasn't able to stand on her two feet for long, her legs were shaking so badly.

"You're RIGHT…you WILL do anything. But, NOW I want you on the floor, ass up and face down!" he demanded.

"Jess, PLEASE…NO!" Michelle begged once more.

"NOW! Michelle, and if I have to ask AGAIN, you're going to be in MORE trouble. Get GOING! " he demanded.

Michelle did as she was told. She heard him filling the bag. Her stomach was turning, and her face was almost as red as her ass at the indignity of it all. She felt him spread her ass cheeks and she clenched her bottom trying to deny the nozzle a way into her. She was spanked soundly for her effort, and so she clenched her hands into fists and shut her eyes tight as she felt the nozzle slipping deep into her ass.

Jess felt himself getting hard…watching as though from a distance…so intimate somehow, slipping the nozzle into her bottom…seeing her red-hot ass…seeing her pussy lips peeking out between her spread legs. He unclamped the tube and she felt the water entering her once more, this time just warm and filling. She felt fuller each second and found herself clenching her ass to keep from spilling any. "Jess, I am so FULL. PLEASE, NO MORE," she begged.

Jess was inclined to stop this time, but somehow he KNEW this red bag was going to play an important role in their lives from now on! He pulled the nozzle out of her and pushed a plug in once again. He reached between her legs and rubbed her tummy. He felt her pushing toward his arm, her pussy seeming to need the contact…BUT NOT NOW! He did not want Michelle to confuse punishment and pleasure quite yet!

He made her hold the water for a good five minutes, but before he let her go he explained it would be the LAST time he afforded her the privacy to expel in private. From now on, any punishments involving enemas would be done in front of him from beginning to end! She felt her face go from red to white. Punishment enemas?

"Yes, Michelle, from now on when you need to be punished, the first stop is going to be RIGHT here, my dear," and he closed the door softly behind her.