I had the misfortune of being caught peeking at my neighbor while she was in the shower and was unfortunately arrested. Adding to my misfortune was the fact that a new regime had taken over and major changes were made to the penal system. Under this new regime, minor offenses have been dealt with in a different way. Instead of the usual fines, suspensions, or probation, various forms of corporal punishment have been revived. The most trivial offenders would be locked in stocks on a public place for an hour or two, while more serious offenses were handled in a closed "correctional" facility. So when I heard the magistrate decree "level 3 plus," my pulse quickened and my palms started to sweat. Anything over level 2 meant a trip to the correctional facility and the secrecy policy was definitely having its intended effect on me . I was told to report to the correctional facility at 7:30 AM on the following day and told that I would spend a least 4 hours there and that I must bring $200 to pay the punishment administrator

The exact procedures meted out in the non-public facilities were kept secret, and were changed often, so that potential offenders were never aware of what might be in store for them, should they be unfortunate enough to be sent there. Offenders were told only what level of punishment they were to receive, and were strictly forbidden to discuss their treatment afterwards under penalty of further punishment. In spite of the gag order, however, stories of caning, flogging and other physical punishments circulated throughout the underground rumor mill. But with the secrecy and constant procedural changes, nobody was ever sure what lay in store for them. About the only known fact about them was that they caused the procedures were embarrassing and humiliating. So being sent to the correctional facility was frequently cause for a great deal of anxiety for an offender, and indeed in my case it was certainly true.

After a sleepless night, I reported in for my punishment as directed. I wasn't quite sure what to expect as I entered the building, and was at least a little relieved to see that the interior didn't resemble a prison, at least in the reception area, and was just a regular office building. A uniformed attendant directed me to the admitting clerk. I gave the clerk my name and after she reviewed my paperwork, she directed me to report to room number 12, which was in the basement. I walked down the stairs and could feel my pulse quickening and the anxiety build as I walked along the corridor counting off the room numbers.. 3,.. 4,.. and so on, with my nervousness and anxiety building as the numbers increased. Finally I reached room number 12, which of course was at the very end the corridor. By then, the butterflies were really doing a dance in my stomach, and I could barely muster the strength to knock nervously on the door. When I finally did, I heard a female voice from the other side call "come in," and I nervously pushed the door open and cautiously stepped inside.

The room looked like a hospital examining room, and my eyes darted quickly around the room looking for obvious torture or punishment implements, and I was a little relieved that I didn't see any ominous looking stocks, racks, whips, chains or anything of the sort. I had also expected to find a large burly male, so I was also more relieved to find only an average looking 35-ish lady dressed in a nurse's uniform.

She said, “Ah! good morning, you must be Mr. Smith?"

"Yes," I croaked.

"Well then, Mr. Smith, we're all ready for you. Come in and sit down. My name is Kim, and I am going to be your punishment administrator today" as she motioned me to a chair next to the examining table.

Wow! There’s no beating around the bush with her. Just the facts. But despite her announcement, I was somewhat relieved. "A woman is going to do my punishment?" I thought. "How bad could it be?"

Kim went over to the door and locked it. The door could not be opened from either side without a key, and Kim removed the key and put it into her pocket.

Whoa! wait a minute, did she just lock me in? Maybe I made a hasty assumption.

"Well, Mr. Smith, I see that this is your first visit here, so I will acquaint you with couple of rules now, and as we go along today, there are others that I will tell you when it’s necessary. Your offense was peeking at your neighbor while she was in the shower. You broke one of our laws and it's my responsibility to make sure that you get your prescribed punishment. Today you are to receive a level 3 plus punishment, The plus means that I am authorized to increase your punishment if I am not satisfied with your behavior while I am in charge of you. I usually find that the required punishment is sufficient, but I want to remind you that your behavior here today must be absolutely perfect. I expect your full cooperation and will not accept anything less. I will not tolerate any argument or resistance. Remember that I am authorized to give you additional punishment, and I assure you that you will discover the meaning of the “plus” in your sentence if I feel you are not cooperating. Is that clear?"

"yes"

"Fine. From now on, you will do exactly as I say. You will address me as 'Mistress' to acknowledge that I am in control now. Is that clear?"

"yes, Mistress."

"Good, then we understand each other. This room is monitored by closed-circuit TV. If you try ANYthing out of the ordinary, someone will be in here within 30 seconds, so don't even think about it. The session is also being recorded to make sure that you receive your prescribed punishment, so don't ask me for mercy or whatever, because I must do exactly what the official rules dictate. Is that clear, also?"

"yes, Mistress."

"That's better. You were told to bring my fee to pay me for administering your punishment. Did you bring it?"

"yes, Mistress."

I handed the money to Kim who counted it and then put it away. "I remind you that even though you are paying for my services, you have absolutely no control or say in it. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Let’s begin. You may start by removing your clothes."

I took a deep breath as my anxiety renewed itself and surged through my body. I looked for a curtain or a screen, but there was none. Unsure of where to undress, I hesitated until Kim snapped me out of it by saying, "well? Are we off to a bad start already? I told you to remove your clothes! Now!"

I obediently undressed and laid my clothes on the chair. I stopped when I got down to my shorts.

"Why are you standing there like that?" barked Kim. "I said undress. That means everything! Nude! Naked! Now do it!"

"yes, Mistress"

Visions of extra punishment were already flashing through my mind as I hurriedly pulled off my shorts and threw them on the pile and stood naked in front of Kim.

"All right, now turn around and place your hands behind your back."

I did so and felt Kim bind my wrists with a pair of handcuffs. As she was putting them on she said, "All offenders are here to receive punishment, and the handcuffs or restrain are used throughout this entire session to remind you of the reason you’re here.”

Kim took my clothes off the chair and placed them on a table in the corner of the room.

"All right, now kneel in front of the chair and bend over it."

I knelt down and bent over the chair.

"Way over.. I want your backside high in the air!" she said as she pushed my shoulders down.

I obediently bent over, wondering what was coming next. I caught a glimpse of Kim pulling on a pair of rubber gloves, and guessed what was coming. I felt Kim's finger probing my very exposed anus, then felt something slim being pushed in. Just as I guessed that it was a rectal thermometer, Kim said, "hold this a couple of minutes so I can get a reading" as she squeezed my buttocks together. I was beginning to relax again, as I didn't exactly mind feeling Kim's hands on my backside.

Finally Kim removed the thermometer and looked at it. "OK, your temperature is normal," she said. I went to get up, and Kim quickly pushed me back down.

"Whoa! Did you hear me say anything about getting up? You do only what I tell you in here, understand?"

"Sorry," I replied nervously, thinking about the "plus" in my punishment, and sure now that I had already earned additional punishment.

"And that's 'sorry MISTRESS!'"

Kim lubed up a glove and pushed first one, then two well-lubricated fingers deep into my anus. As she worked them around, she said "now you're ready for step 2."

Kim unlocked one of the cabinets and took out a double balloon nozzle. Without saying a word, Kim inserted it into my waiting ass.

I was thinking that other than the humiliation, things still weren't going so badly for me, until I felt a swelling inside of me as Kim began pumping one of the nozzle's squeeze bulbs. With each squeeze I felt the pressure building inside of me as the balloon grew inside my rectum. Then Kim started squeezing the other bulb, and I felt another sensation, as if the intruder was gripping my anus tightly as the second balloon inflated. Not used to the sensation, I squirmed to try to get more comfortable. Kim pulled on the tubing to make sure that it was firmly anchored in my ass.

"This will keep you tight and dry. We can’t have you leaking your enema while you’re getting it. " said Kim. "Now you can get up."

Did she say "my enema?" Ouch! Not what I would wish for! Well at least she eliminated any doubts about what was coming.

Kim led me as I waddled over to the table, the double balloon nozzle dangling between my buttocks. "When I remove these handcuffs, you are to get up on the table on your stomach and lie quietly." I did as she told me.

"Now I have to strap you to the table. Stretch your arms and legs to the corners of the table."

Uh-OH! This is not a good thing, I thought, but I obeyed and Kim immediately fastened the straps securely around my wrists and ankles. I could barely squirm and it didn't take much imagination to guess how I would get this enema. Normally I would vigorously fight it, but I’m surprised to discover that I’m already losing my will to resist.

I watched Kim return to the cabinet and take out a very large enema bag and begin to fill it in the sink. She poured in a dollop of soap solution and continued to fill it until the bag was bulging. She came over to me and half smiled as she showed me the bulging bag which must have held at least a gallon.

"Now, today we're going to do a forced enema session. See what I have prepared for you?" she asked, as she held the bag in front of her. "See how full it is and how it bulges. Soon all of this will be inside your belly, making you cramp and bloat." Kim laid the bag on my bare back. "Feel how warm it is," she said.

"So, you're going to take this entire bag for me, and after you've taken it all, you're going to hold it until I decide to let you release it. Are there any questions?" At this point I’m beginning to wonder why I caved so easily when Kim told me what was in store for me.

"ALL OF IT, Mistress?" I asked shakily.

"Yes, ALL OF IT!" said Kim.

"I don't think I can, Mistress" I whined.

"Do I detect a hint of disagreement? You WILL take it all, I'll see to that. You're in NO position to resist," said Kim, giving me an evil smile. "No, you have no choice but to take this. That's why we have that double balloon nozzle in you. You can't expel, so you just have to relax and let the water flow right in. Your ass is sealed tight as a drum," she said as she tugged on the double balloon nozzle's tube. Kim hung the bulging bag on an IV stand in front of me. She looked me in the eyes with a mock sympathetic grin and said, "There, you can watch the bag as it empties into you and then you'll know just how much enema you'll have left to take."

She took the tubing from the bag and connected it to the double balloon nozzle implanted in my rear, then said to me, "Now the next rule for you to follow is really two rules. First you will politely ask me for your enema and second, you will just as politely thank me afterwards for giving it to you. This is another reminder to help you remember your punishment today. Alright?"

"Yes, um, Mistress.."

"I'm waiting, then"

"O--OK, Mistress"

"That is not how you ask me. We can just wait all morning or you can ask me properly."

"OK, ready, Mistress."

"No, that is NOT how we ask either! I said you must ask me for your enema properly. Can you do that?"

After what seemed an hour, I finally swallowed what little pride I had left and said, "Mistress, please give me the enema that you have prepared for me."

"Well! That was much better! You're a very quick learner! Certainly, and here’s your enema," as she opened the clamp.

I felt the hot soapy water gush into me. Already I was cramping. 'PLEASE stop!" I cried.

Kim closed the clamp and said angrily, "This is the only time I’m going to stop your enema! Now you listen to me and listen well! This foolishness happens with almost everyone I see. As soon as I start their enemas, they all yell 'stop!. Obviously it still hasn't sunk in that this is punishment. This is not a walk in the park! You WILL take this entire enema regardless of how long it takes, and there is no way it is coming out of you unless and until I release youi from the table, and I've already told you that you must take all of it. So let's just get it straight right now. You have absolutely NO choice in the matter and you WILL take this enema. The faster you do it, the sooner you will be finished and out of here. Stopping your enema is solely MY decision and from now on I will ignore any stop requests from you. I repeat again.. I am in charge here. I am a professional and I know what I'm doing. When you start getting full and more uncomfortable, which I assure you will happen, I will see your reaction and then I will regulate the flow as I see fit. And should you get to the serious distress point, which I also assure you will happen, then I will pause it momentarily, and I emphasize 'momentarily' until the cramps pass. But the enema will NOT be over and don't expect me to let you up from this table until you have taken the entire contents of this bag and it is TOTALLY and COMPLETELY empty. Now, are there any questions?"

"No, Mistress" I answered meekly.

"You're sure, because I am not stopping again?"

"yes, Mistress"

"So when do I let you off this table?" asked Kim again.

"When the bag is empty, Mistress"

"No, you omitted two very important words. I said TOTALLY and COMPLETELY empty! Now repeat that to me!"

"Totally and completely empty, Mistress," I mumbled.

"Good. We understand each other... Now, since you asked me to stop, you must ask me to start."

"OK, Mistress," I mumbled.

"OK? OK, what?"

"You can start, Mistress."

"You still haven't learned our polite rules yet, have you?"

"Please start the enema again, Mistress!"

"That's much better, here you are."

Just then the intercom in the room came to life: “Victim is here!”

Kim replied, ”Send her down.” Then she turned to me and said, “Well it looks like this is your lucky day and you’ll get a slight reprieve. Your victim just arrived and she’s on her way down.”

Omigod..did I just hear what I thought? My neighbor Sue is coming here? And she’s going to see me like THIS?

Kim continued, “Victims are given the opportunity to observe the punishment of their offenders and Miss Jones has accepted our invitation, so she will be here momentarily.”

“A-AR-Are you going to l-l-let me up and put so-so-something on?”

“NO, what gave you that idea? You’re going to stay just where you are. That’s the whole idea of our victim support program! Victims have a right to see their offender’s punishment. You’re the offender and this is part of your punishment too. She has the right to see it! You certainly have a short memory. We’ll just wait for her to arrive before we continue.”

And she tells me it’s my lucky day? What a warped sense of humor!

Neither of us spoke for almost a minute and the room became eerily silent as we waited for Sue to arrive. Finally the silence was shattered by a knock on the door, and my heart felt like it was ready to jump out of my chest. I had never even imagined then doing anything like this!

Kim went to the door, unlocked it and opened it. “You are miss Jones I presume?”

“Yes.” “Well good morning then, Mr. Smith and I are expecting you.”

Omigod! Sue’s really here! I just wanted to shrivel up and disappear. I was totally mortified and all I could do was close my eyes tightly and bury my face against the table.

“The punishment for Mr. Smith’s offense is a forced enema series and we had just prepared him to receive it when you arrived at the door, so you’re just in time to witness the start of his punishment

“Oh, my, what are you doing to Charlie?” Sue asked. “It looks like you’re all set to give him a serious enema.”

“Yes, this is the prescribed punishment for his transgression against you. “Well, “ mused Sue, “You’ve certainly got Charlie in an interesting position. I’m a nursing student and we never saw any enemas like the one at the hospital.”

“He’s only getting the punishment he deserves. That’s how we treat all of the level 3 offenders here. Nobody gets any special treatment,“ Kim said.” Then she continued, “You said you are a nursing student, Miss Jones?”

“Yes, I should have my R.N. in June.”

“Well good for you, Miss Jones.” Maybe Mr. Smith will further aid your education by having you witness his punishment.”

“Well maybe. I’ve never seen anything like this at the hospital.”

“Good, just observe for this first one.”

Did she say “first one?” That remark hit me like a thunderbolt! It suddenly occurred to me why they told me four hours when I was sentenced! Omigod! I hope I‘m wrong!

And with that Kim turned to me and said “OK your respite is over, it’s time got back to the business at hand!” And with that remark, Kim opened the clamp.

"Did I hear 'Thank you, Mistress'?"

"Thank you Mistress," I said weakly.

Kim turned to Sue and said “This is the first of a three enema series he must receive. If an offender gives me any trouble I am authorized to increase it to four at my discretion.”

Omigod, I was right! She’s going to give me three of these! And even worse now, my neighbor is in the room watching me. Please let me just die right here! My stress level went up another notch. I thought of the Machiavellian minds of the people who must have devised this torture. Not only are they punishing me physically, but also mentally!

As my enema started to flow, I could do nothing but stare at the bulging red bag near my head. I quickly began to realize that superior physical strength wasn't required to cause physical distress. This 120-pound woman was doing as good a job as any 200-pound martial arts master could. I felt himself filling, with the pressure in my gut building and yet the bag hardly seemed to shrink. I was sure I would explode first. I thought that I might just expel it all on the table if it got too much. "Maybe I could leak a little of it," I thought, but the double balloon nozzle was indeed doing its job and I found that Kim was right and there was no way I could do anything but take the enema. Kim was totally in control of me, and my neighbor was there watching too. I realized my utter helplessness of the moment. I couldn't help admire, even in a backward way, just how effective this punishment was. The physical discomfort, the humiliation and the embarrassment all combined to make this a perversely memorable occasion that I would never want to experience again. And to add insult to injury, I had to pay $200 to be abused like this!

I could finally see the bag shrink and when it was about a quarter full I began to cramp seriously and started reflexively panting. Kim stopped the flow, and as the cramp subsided, my breathing slowly returned to normal. As soon as it did, Kim opened the clamp and resumed the enema. I took the rest of the enema this way.. whenever I would cramp and pant, Kim would stop, but as soon as I was over it, Kim immediately resumed my enema.

After several more stops and starts, the bag was finally empty. In spite of my condition, I felt a wave of relief come over him.

"There, see? you took it all," said Kim. "Every one of my clients learns his true capacity here, and I have never been wrong yet."

Expecting Kim to release my restraints, I started to push himself up from the table.

"Planning on going somewhere?" asked Kim coyly. "You're not done here yet.. not by a long shot, my friend. You're going to hold that enema now to let it work. Remember what I said before about deciding how long you'll hold it? I didn't like your lack of cooperation at the beginning when I had to tell you three times to undress, and then you protested when I began the enema, so I am adding another 5 minutes to the 10 minutes required. Now.... do I hear a nice 'Thank you for my enema, Mistress?'" Kim asked cutely?

"Thank you for my enema, Mistress," I mumbled, now very humiliated.

"What? I can't hear you!"

"Thank you for my enema, Mistress," I said again, more loudly and now completely humiliated.

“So that’s pretty much how we do it here,” Kim said to Sue. “We’ve filled him up to his capacity with a gallon of enema, which he took without any problem, so after he’s held his enema for the required 15 minutes, we’ll let him up from the table and let him release. And for his next enema we’ll increase the volume to five quarts.”

Omigod! Another surprise! As if this gallon wasn’t bad enough, now I’ll have to take 5 quarts. Things are rapidly going from bad to worse!

Kim could see the look of horror on my face, even though I had it pressed against the table. "You'll feel better tomorrow," she consoled me. "The longer you hold an enema, the better it does its work."

This was small consolation to me. I tried to relax as much as possible, considering my circumstances. I felt the water gurgling through my bowels and began to think that maybe I could bear it, However the feeling didn't last long.. the urge to expel was building up, and I again realized my helpless state. I fought two waves of cramps which were stopped by the double balloon nozzle's firm seal. After what seemed like an hour, Kim told me that I had only another minute left to hold my first enema.

After the last agonizing minute was up, Kim disconnected the double balloon from the tubing and released me from the table. She quickly cuffed my wrists behind me, explaining to Sue that all offenders getting punishment there needed to be kept in restraints at all timrs. She led me to the toilet, the double balloon nozzle now dangling behind me like a tail. As I went to sit on the toilet, Kim reached between my legs and pulled the nozzle's tail forward so that the inflator bulbs were resting on the front of the toilet seat between my legs. "Now you have four balls," Kim said jokingly. "You'll get your relief as soon as I deflate the balloons," said Kim, "but you're going to sit here for another minute, so that you'll fully understand my authority to increase your punishment. I still don't think you're taking me seriously. I'll be right back," she said as she left the bathroom. With my wrists securely cuffed behind my back, I could do nothing but sit and wait for Kim to return. Mercifully, Sue followed Kim out of the bathroom, leaving me alone.

After another agonizing minute, Sue and Kim finally returned. "Are we ready to release now?"

"Yes"

"It's 'yes MISTRESS!' Already forgotten about asking correctly? For that, you can wait another two minutes to help improve your memory!"

The extra two minutes was agonizing on top of the 15 minutes I had already spent. It became clear to me that I had best strictly follow the protocol lest Kim give me any more "extras."

Finally Kim returned with Sue and I instantly asked, "Please Mistress, I know I have been uncooperative and you’ve already punished me for it, so could you please let me release now? I promise that I’ll cooperate 100%."

"Well, your attitude has certainly improved, but as I told you when we began, I expect no less that 100%, so that's really no promise. But I think you're ready now, so, yes, I will let you release."

Kim gave Sue a knowing glance and quietly whispered something to Sue. I could make out something about keeping discipline but nothing else.

And with that Kim released the nozzle, allowing me to finally expel. But the relief I felt was only temporary as I recalled the events of the previous half hour and knew that more of the same, and possible worse, was in store for me. It became obvious to me early in the session that Kim was taking pleasure in making me sweat and squirm, and with the threat of a fourth enema, I decided I would definitely cooperate with her.

My mind drifted off for a couple of minutes as I sat on the toilet, draining. I was jolted back to harsh reality when I heard Kim's voice from the next room, calling me back for my next enema. There was NO way I wanted to repeat this, but the reality of my situation hit me. I am naked, handcuffed, and locked in the room with Kim. I had no choice but to return. I went back to the room, mentally broken and resigned to my fate. The fact that the next enema’s volume was to be 5 quarts was just like another nail in my coffin.

As I came back into the room it was quite obvious that Sue and Kim had been talking. The sight of Sue, standing alongside Kim and wearing a lab coat and rubber gloves only added to my day’s accumulation of uneasy feelings. Kim said “ I have asked Sue if she’d like to assist me for your next enema, and she said she would. We were sure you would not object since she is weeks away from becoming an R.N, and as I noted earlier, that you probably wouldn’t object to it because you’d be furthering her education.”

The thought immediately crossed my mind to object but then I realized where I was and the futility and consequences of objecting, so I just weakly murmured “OK”

Kim had already prepared my next enema, and the sight of the full bag hanging on the hook gave me the shivers again. Knowing that it held 5 quarts didn’t help me either. It looked twice the size of the bag that was used on me earlier Then Kim told me, “You’ll do as either one of us tells you, or I’ll increase your punishments, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress”

“Fine, when I remove the handcuffs, i want you on your back this time on the table.”

“Yes, Mistress”

“Since you’ll be receiving this enema on your back, we’re going to insert the enema nozzle before we strap you down. I want you on all fours up on the table.”

I did as I was told and got yet another surprise! Somebody was lubricating my ass, but Kim was standing in front of me! I was afraid to look back! Omigod it’s true! Sue’s doing it!

“Be sure to use plenty of lube on the nozzle,” Kim said. “and when you think you’ve got enough on it, push it in until one balloon is inside and the other balloon is outside the anus. Ah! Good! that’s it, Now inflate the balloons. Give the bulb on the inner one a good 12 or 13 squeezes, then finally inflate the outer balloon with 9 or 10.”

To have Sue pegging me with the double balloon nozzle gave me the most enormous hard-on I think I ever got. Needless to say it did not escape Kim’s notice.

“Well!” exclaimed Kim, “What have we here?”

Neither Sue nor I could answer. Fortunately Kim let it go but I think she was laughing to herself as she didn’t speak for at least half a minute!

Finally she said, “All right, then. Sue, let’s get back to business here. Once he’s in position on the table he needs to be strapped down; I will strap his wrists and you strap his ankles. Be sure to pull the straps as tight as you can.”

The embarrassments keep continuing. Getting strapped down, now with Sue participating, only increased my level of arousal. Now that I’m on my back with all four limbs spread out I can’t hide anything.

“All right, everything is ready, Sue please release the clamp and let’s start his enema.”

And so my five-quart enema began, now with Sue in charge, and with Kim approvingly looking on. My hard-on was unrelenting, and I swear that as she was filling me, it was only getting harder! Strange to say, but now at this point I’m not embarrassed any more. I think I have reached my emotional saturation point. My dick gets hard because it has a mind of its own and I have no control. Maybe this is a variation of the Stockholm syndrome. I could actually be bonding with these two ladies. Certainly so for Sue but maybe even for Kim.

Well, back to reality. This enema seems to be going in easier, maybe because I’m on my back and maybe because the first enema cleaned me out. Or maybe a combination of both. Reality just bit me again as I get a huge cramp. I start panting to try to relieve the pain, and fortunately Kim notices and tells Sue to stop the flow: “OK if your patient is panting hard like this, it means he’s distressed, so we momentarily stop the injection, so close the clamp.”Sue closed the clamp and I started to catch my breath again, when Kim told Sue,” OK that’s long enough, open the clamp.”

Sue opened the clamp and the enema continued for another 30 seconds until I got another cramp. Again Kim told sue to close the clamp, advising Sue, “When your patient keeps getting cramps close together it’s a sign that he’s getting full and the only way to get him to take the whole bag is to keep stopping and starting the enema until all the contents have been taken. You just keep doing that with him and after enough tries the whole thing will be taken in. But you need to restart the enema more quickly when you do it.

And so my enema continued in this manner until I had taken the entire five quarts. I sensed that Sue was somewhat uncomfortable at this point as she waited longer than Kim would like before resuming, so Kim finally took over. She was relentless and I was certainly glad when it was over. At least for the injection part. However Kim was quick to remind me of the mandatory 10-minute requirement to retain the enema.

“Well, Mr. Smith, we will let you off the table after you have fulfilled your holding period. I must say that I was happy to see that we were able to personalize the offender/victim relationship this time. I hope that having your victim participate in your punishment made you realize your responsibility to her and give you the proper respect for her rights.”

“Yes, Mistress, I have indeed learned a great deal.”

“And Miss Jones, did this opportunity help you also feel less violated?”

“Yes indeed it really helped. And do understand correctly that he still needs to have another enema?”

“Yes, that is correct. Are you able to stay? I would be most happy to give you the opportunity to administer Mr. Smith’s remaining enema or enemas as the case may warrant.”

“Yes, I would definitely like to do that. I like the idea of hands-on justice that you practice.”

“Well it’s wonderful that you feel that way Miss Jones. In fact it makes all of us here at this facility glad to know that people appreciate our efforts and that we’re contributing to the community. You can certainly continue when we resume Mr. Smith’s punishment.”

Whew! It took a lot out of me to listen to that conversation. I have NO idea about what I can expect other than another giant enema, but for some perverse reason I am ALMOST looking forward to having Sue administer it.

Kim turned to me and said, “Ok, now, you’ve waited your ten minutes. We’re going to release you. When the straps are taken off, you are not to move; you just stay in position on the table until we tell you. Sue if you’ll release his ankles and I’ll release his wrists.”

As the straps came off Kim told me to sit up and put my hands behind my back. As soon as I did she slipped the handcuffs on. It was difficult to get up holding a massive enema in my gut, but I managed to struggle to my feet.

“All right, into the bathroom,” said Kim. As before she followed me in and pulled the double balloon nozzle’s inflator bulbs forward between my legs and placed them on the rim of the toilet. “I hope you remember the last time we did this, I made you hold your enema even longer. Fortunately for you it won’t be necessary this time, so I hope you appreciate that I’m rewarding you for your cooperation.”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you very much.”

Kim released the bulbs and I released the first of the massive 5-quart enema I’d been given. After giving me 15 minutes to drain, Kim called me back into the procedure room. She and Sue were standing by the table and there was another very full enema waiting for me on the hook. Recalling Sue’s enthusiasm to participate in giving me my next enema, I was aroused immediately and got another erection. With my wrists still cuffed behind my back there was no way I could cover myself. Needless to say, Kim took immediate notice of my aroused state and exclaimed “Well, I don’t think I have ever had anyone in here who seemed to be looking forward to getting his punishment. Are you enjoying this, Mr. Smith?”

I was blindsided by her question. I absolutely didn’t know what to say. I was silent for at least half a minute! Finally I decided that the only thing I could do was be honest. “It .. it...It’s because Miss Jones is here, Mistress, a..a..and the desire sh..sh... she expressed to administer my next procedure.”

What? She’s on a first-name basis with Kim now? What else have they been talking about while I have been out of earshot?

Kim continued, “Well isn’t that chivalrous of you. And it’s a coincidence that Sue and I were just talking about your treatment while you were in the bathroom, and you’re right about Miss Jones. She mentioned that she enjoyed watching you straining and squirming while you were getting your last enema and she’d very much like administer this one, so I’m going to let her do it.”

Kim’s latest pronouncement didn’t help my mental state, but Sue smiled broadly when she heard it.

“So. Miss Jones, “ Kim exclaimed you’re fully in charge hnere now and I will just coach you where it might be necessary to be sure we’re following the procedure on it. OK?”

Sue enthusiastically said yes. A little too enthusiastically I thought.

“Let’s get on with Mr. Smith’s enema, then,” said Kim.”Sue, Mr. Smith is to be strapped to the table in a kneeling position in the middle of the table. We want to have him kneeling face down and with his rump high in the air where you can easily get at it. Release his handcuffs and have him kneel with his elbows on the table and secure his wrists and elbows with the straps. Then use a third set of straps to secure his knees and the last set to hold his ankles. If you want I’ll help you get him secure.”

With both of them strapping me down. It wasn’t long before I was tightly strapped into position.

“Ok now, do you know what comes next?.”

“I imagine that would be the nozzle,” said Sue.

“That is correct”

Sue started to tell me that she was going to insert the nozzle, but was cut short by Kim, saying,” No No No! offenders here don’t need to know what you’re going to do, you just do it!”

Sue pushed the nozzle up my ass until both balloons were in position and then inflated them. When she was done she gave the nozzle a hard pull to verify that it was secure. “Very good,” said Kim. “You’re learning this quickly.”

Without another word being said, I felt the tubing being attached to the nozzle, followed by a click and an inrush of fluid. My position made me feel very naked with the enema nozzle prominently stuck in my ass and my ass high in the air. I try telling myself that this ordeal is almost over and hope that I will never be subjected to this humiliation again.

I think that the emptiness of my bowels is helping me to take this enema, because I haven’t had a cramp yet, but just as I got the thought, I felt a cramp. At least I am an a better position this time and can wiggle my torso a bit, but eventually the cramp got unbearable and I started to pant. Sue noticed it and asked Kim, “should I stop now?” To which Kim replied, “Yes, but only while he’s cramping. You must start it back up as soon as he stops panting.”

Well, unfortunately for me now, Sue follows Kim’s advice very well. I hadn’t stopped panting for what seemed like a millisecond when Sue reopened the clamp and aggressively pursued giving my enema. We were now up to the point that I would cramp every minute and each time it was the same with Sue aggressively continuing the enema. Apparently Kim approved of Sue’s method because after the third cramp she said, “You’re learning very well. I think you’re faster now than I am in resuming the flow. “

Fortunately I have drained the bag again and Kim told Sue to make sure the bag was empty. Since it was a closed-top bag, she told Sue to take down the bag and roll it up, squeezing everything left in the bag and hose into me.

“Very good job,” said Kim, coming over to the table. “Now we have to wait the ten minutes before we can release him. He won’t get into trouble anyway since we’ve got him strapped down,” and they went into Kim’s private office off the treatment room.

The ten minute waiting period wasn’t very comfortable especially since I was still bent over into the head-down position they had put me to receive the enema. However, I was just hoping I had gotten my last one. I had no idea what Kim and Sue were talking about in Kim’s office, but it lasted longer than ten minutes. After 20 minutes had elapsed they both came out giggling. I could only guess at what they were talking about!

Kim was the first to speak. “Well, I hope you enjoyed holding your enema, Mr. Smith. Now we’re going to let you release it. When I release your arms, you are to put them behind your back so that I can put the handcuffs on. Meanwhile Miss Jones will release your other restraints and then you can get up and head for the bathroom.

Finally free, Kim led me to the bathroom and Sue followed us in. She addressed Sue, saying ,” Now did you remember how we released his nozzle last time?” Sue nodded so Kim left Sue and I in the bathroom together. Sue released the balloons that were keeping the double balloon nozzle anchored in my ass, and the water came pouring out.

Then Sue dropped a huge bombshell.

“Here, Kim gave me the handcuff key, let me take those off.”

“Really? What’s the occasion?” I asked, surprised that Kim gave her the key,

“Well, remember when Kim and I went into her office? We had a long conversation and I told her how I really really liked giving you these enemas and that it awoke a repressed desire I had. She told me that she was the same way and how she loved her job, and that I should follow my desires. Then you came into the conversation with her saying how she noticed how much I seemed to turn you on while you were here. She said she never saw anybody get turned on more than you, so I should take notice. She asked me how I felt about you and I told her that we were neighbors in the same building and I kind of liked you as a neighbor, but nothing serious. She asked me how come I had turned you in and I told her I didn’t; that it was the building superintendant who filed the complaint, and as far as I was concerned, it was a non-event. We talked a little more, mostly girl talk, but it ended up with Kim suggesting that I talk to you and make my feelings known especially regarding extracurricular activities, if you know what I mean. Charlie, I want to tell you that I am really sorry that the building super filed the complaint about you watching me that night. I had no idea at all that they would put you through this kind of treatment. If I had known then I wouldn’t have agreed with the super. But you know I really learned something today. I never thought much about enemas and what it’s like giving and getting them, but today’s experience woke up some big feelings I never knew I had inside me and I realized that giving enemas like this really turns me on sexually. In fact, my panties are still wet from it right now. Don’t you see? It’s way bigger than that. I want to keep doing it now that I’ve discovered what it’s like and I want you to do it with me. Oh not like this, but with our own rules. And I know I want to get enemas too. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this all my life.”

She paused for about half a minute and blushed about 4 shades of crimson, then she continued.”Well now that I’ve blurted out all this to you I’m somewhat embarrassed, but I’ve already seen your reaction to me and it was a huge surprise to me that I could turn you on that way. So please think about it when you leave here and let me know after we go home?”

It took me less than two seconds to reply to Sue,” Sue, you won’t need to wait till we go home. I can answer you right now. Maybe my still being in my birthday suit might even be the right time to do it because I want you to know I’m being open and honest.

Truth is, I’m very anal erotic so I am loving everything you’ve said so far. I’m really glad you came here today... well not at first but Kim actually helped, because by including you, she changed the entire session. Maybe she knew something neither of us didn’t. Anyway, when it became obvious before my second enema began that you were assisting, the whole thing changed and I was secretly pleased that Kim was stepping away to let you give me the last enema. By your coming here, you turned what started as a stressful situation into a mind-blowing experience and I thank you for that and I love your proposition! I can’t wait till we get together again. I guess we both owe Kim a big thank-you for playing big-sister to you as well as for giving you the handcuff key so I can even give you a big hug now!”

And so, as most fairy tales end, Sue and I kissed long and passionately and lived happily ever after. :-)