Let me make it perfectly clear that I did not write this story but I do have the author's approval to post it here.

ELAINE'S REVENGE

Paula and Elaine were not only roommates but sisters living in a large southeastern city. They looked so much alike that many had mistaken them for twins. Both women although only in their twenties were successful in their chosen professions. Paula, the older of the two by two years, was a communications consultant for a large grocery/health and beauty store chain. Elaine worked as an accountant for the same company. Both were exceptionally attractive standing about five foot, four inches tall with petite but amply endowed figures. Neither woman had any trouble attracting male admirers especially if they were walking away from them for both were gifted with about as shapely as derrieres as the maker has ever created. Males use a thesaurus of adjectives to modify the two sister's posteriors. Of course, it is what Shakespeare called "the afternoon of the body" that our story revolves.

When Elaine entered her apartment she was surprised to find her sister home. She usually didn't get in for at least another hour.

"Elaine is that you? I'm in the bathroom."

When Elaine entered the bathroom she noticed that Paula's yellow douche bag was lying on the basin. Looking closed she saw there was also an opened jar of Vaseline along with a pump container of Liquid Ivory Hand Soap. Paula, clad in a matching black bra and panty set, was running tap water on the inside of her wrist. Although Elaine knew her sister took enemas regularly, she asked with a forced inquisitive look. “What are you doing?"

"If you really must know, I'm getting ready to give myself an enema!"

"Really? Paula, I don't know why you fool with that bag and all that stuff. If you can't, go why you don’t just take a laxative?"

"No! You know even a mild laxative fucks me up for days.”

"This way it's over now."

"Then why don't you use a Fleet?" asked Elaine.

"No Elaine! I need a real one. Honestly, I'm afraid I need a very good 'clean out'."

"Would you like me to help?" asked Elaine feeling a shiver of excitement.

"Would you? It would make it easier." Then Paula added with a wink, "Besides you can make sure I take it like a big girl."

Paula's words brought back memories of the past, making Elaine even more excited. Then trying to hold back the enthusiasm she replied, "All right then go sit down and

I'll mix the solution." Paula sat down on the closed commode lid as Elaine began to amalgamate the enema formula.

Paula watched nonchalantly as Elaine filled the two quart Faultless Folding Travel Syringe to its maximum capacity. Then Paula responded, "I've already put a coat hanger over the shower curtain rod so you can hang it on that."

Soapsuds trickled down the outside of the protruding canary colored syringe as Elaine hung it on the bent hanger. Then she asked "Paula you've got a douche nozzle. You want a rectal one; don't you?"

"No, Elaine, I've found I can take it better if I use a longer nozzle. I guess it gets the liquid higher in me or something."

"All right it's your butt!" replied Elaine with a giggle.

Paula stood up and said with a mischievous grin, "I guess I'm not going to require much on below my waist." She stood and removed her ebony-colored bikini panties exposing her dark-haired bush and sturdy hind end.

"I guess we're about ready. So if you just bend that cute little behind of yours over the seat we can get started."

"No Elaine! I'll want to kneel for it. I've found I can take it better that way." Then Paula smiled, turned and knelt down in the classic knee-chest position. Her unclothed tail end pointed towards the shower, about three and half foot below the bulging enema apparatus.

"Suit yourself!" Then Elaine replied with a mischievous laugh, "I get something better than an enema when I'm in a position like that."

Paula responded with a naughty laugh, "That depends on how clogged up you are."

Elaine knelt behind Paula. Thinking to herself now this is what I call a superb sit-upon, she closely examined her sister's exposed rear end. Then she picked up the uncapped jar of petroleum jelly and put a gob on the fore finger of her right hand. With the thumb and first two fingers of her left hand she parted the soft hemispheres of her sister's prominent posterior. She peered into the dusky divide. The anal bud was delectably crinkled, and set deep within its amber crevice. After a brief inspection of Paula's most concealed orifice, she applied the slippery jelly substance to it in a circular motion.

"Ah! That's cold! Paula gasped.

"I'm sorry!" exclaimed Elaine. "I'll make sure the tube is warm before I insert it though."

"Good! I sure don't want a cold tube going up my ass."

Elaine picked up the nozzle. She held it in her closed hand for a few seconds. When she felt the tip was warm enough she replied then coated it with Vaseline, "That should do it." Again she stretched shadowy groove that bisected Paula's bottom cheeks with her left hand. When her sister's rectal entrance was in view she probed it lightly with the end of the greased cylinder. Then Elaine directed, "I'm going to put in now. Take a deep breath and push out."

"Take at easy Elaine, that nozzle designed for a different orifice!" Paula advised with a chuckle.

Elaine paused a second watching the glistening anus dilate slightly as Paula pushed. As her sister pressed down, she penetrated it with the end of the petroleum jelly coated douche spigot. Elaine began gently gliding the oily spout into the lubricated anal depression with an in and out motion. The stimulating of the nerve endings in Paula's rectal canal caused the tight but elastic opening to expand. "How's it going, Paula?" she asked after about four inches of the five and a half inch white cylinder was in place.

"Okay, I guess, how much more?"

"Just a little more,” Elaine answered. Paul too another deep breath and pushed out." Paula did as requested and Elaine interjected the rest of the nozzle effortlessly into Paula's yielding anal passage. When the tube was implanted high in Paula's bowels she replied, "There, it's all in now! Do you want me to start the flow now?"

"Fill'er up!" Paula answered with a snicker then both girls giggled.

"Okay here it comes!" Elaine released the clamp on the white tubing.

Almost instantaneously Paula felt the first flux of warm fluid. "I can feel it coming in." Paula breathlessly acknowledged.

"Do you remember when Mom used to clean us out?" Elaine asked holding the tube to keep it tangle-free.

"Hell yes! You used to scream like a banshee." Paula responded from her most rear accessible position.

"That's because I hated them so much! Sometimes, I believe she just gave us enemas for kicks!" Elaine replied still holding the tube firmly against Paula's exposed anal slot.

"I do believe she was a little over zealous at times." Paula answered with a pant.

"That's the understatement of the year! Hell! All we had to do was look a little peaked. And it was down with our pants and over the seat we went for a good old-fashion clean out. You never seemed to mind though."

"I assure you that I didn't like baring my ass and bending over that seat any more than you did."

"Do you remember what would happen when we put up a fuss?"

"The old hairbrush," responded Paula as she exhaled.

"It was my butt that received the most attention!" exclaimed Elaine.

"That's because I knew complaining wouldn't do any good so I just bent over and tried to take it besides that wooden hairbrush stung my ass too much."

"It didn't sting yours any more than it did mine."

"Why didn't you try to avoid it then?" responded the upended Paula with a gasp.

"I'm just stubborn. I guess." Elaine replied Elaine pressing the tube firmly against her sister's rear canyon.

"You deserved every lick!" Paula answered panting.

"That pretty precarious talk for someone whose bare behind is in such a vulnerable position!" Elaine exclaimed teasingly.

"How much have I taken?" the bottom-up Paula inquired.

"You've taken well over half. Damn! You always could take it. I remember Mom always saying, 'Why can't you take your enemas like your sister?'"

After a few more moments of rapid breathing and concentration Paula asked anxiously, "How much more?"

"Just a couple of cups full," replied Elaine as she stood. Then she stood erect and squeezed the yellow rubber sack from the top. The remaining liquid propelled from the syringe through the tube and nozzle high into Paula's colon.

"Ah! Ah!" gasped Paula as she felt the sudden surge.

"That's it!" responded Elaine as the bag emptied. Then she replied, "Here let me help you up."

"First give me some toilet paper. I’m going to try to hold it in for a while."

After Elaine handed her sister some tissue she bent down and withdrew the cylinder from Paula's extended rectum. Paula immediately pressed the paper against her ready to erupt anal crater. Then Elaine assisted her older sister to her feet and asked, "Remember what Mom used to say on such occasions?"

"How could I ever forget? Hold it awhile! This is where the enema is doing you the most good!" Paula answered mocking their mother.

"How I hated those words!"

"Remember the time when Mom was making you hold it and you let it go all over the bathroom rug?" Paula replied, looking down at her obviously distended abdomen.

"Do I ever! The licking I got for that! And on the unprotected seat, too! Hell's fire! How the hairbrush stung that day!"

"Then Dad found out about it and gave you another one with his belt!" responded Paula, one hand holding her swollen stomach and the other pressing firmly against her ready to explode anal cavity.

"My behind was already tender from Mom's hairbrush!" Elaine replied with a grimace.

"I remember hearing it! How you howled!" Paul answered massaging her inflated midriff.

"You would've, too!" Elaine responded with a frown.

"All I can say is that I sure wouldn't have wanted to be in your shoes or should I say pants! Excuse the pun." Paula replied with a giggle then both girls laughed.

"It was that one that really tore tail up, even though it was over jeans. It's not an experience I would want to repeat!" Elaine responded as right hand intuitively rubbed the seat of her black slacks.

"Two whippings on the same day were a little much especially when the first one was one the bare tush!" Paula said with distinct stress in her voice.

Elaine watched her sister fidget; cognizance of the strain the pressure inside her stomach was provoking. She also knew that soon the enema would be too much for even Paula to bear. Then she replied "I'll go and leave you to yourself."

"Okay. However I want you to give me another one when I get through with this one. Oh Shit!" Paula exclaimed loudly as she quickly dashed to the commode.

"Damn you are game!" Elaine responded shaking her head as she watched her sister quickly squat down on the toilet seat. She heard a splash as the first jet of enema tonic ejaculate from Paula's expanded anus. Elaine watched a smile of relief spread across her sister's once tense face. Then she heard the sounds of another discharge of fluid cascade into the commode bowl."

"I have to have the soap residue rinsed out." Paula explained as she release yet another emission of rectally induced soapsuds.

For the next several minutes Paula sat on the commode panting like some distance runner. Stream after stream of liquid ejected from her pulsating anus. When Paula finished expelling the contents of her once encumbered bowels she wiped her posterior division and stood up feeling very relieved. She reached into the bathroom closet and took out a jar of Massengill Scented Douche Powder. She used it to mix her second enema elixir. After she filled the syringe to its maximum extremities she hung the swelling enema instrument on the bent wire. Then she called, "I'm ready for the second installment whenever you are."

When Elaine reentered the bathroom she saw her bare-ass sister sitting on the closed commode lid. Then she smelt the sweet fragrance and replied, "I thought you wanted me to give you an enema not a douche?" Elaine shook her head. "This is where I draw the line! I'll help you with your butt but you can take care of your own pussy!"

"Hell! Elaine, I do my own douching!" Then Paula knelt down in the ultimate enema recipient position and explained, "I just put douche powder in it to smooth me." When she was in position she added with a giggle. "Insert it in the same hole, baby sister, and I'll take it without a fuss!"

Paula's words instantly bought back memoirs of when Paula used to assist their mother in giving Elaine her clean outs. Elaine remembered looking up from her bent-over position seeing Paula there holding the protruding enema bag always smiling. Never once did their mother ask Elaine to assist in giving Paula an enema. Yes! The ever helpful always quick with patronizing remarks like “keep taking short breaths,” or “just a little more now.” And finally the most offensive of all, “you're taking it well." Elaine revoke the memory of Paula snickering as her mother thrashed her bare behind with the wooden backed hairbrush. Baby sister, take it without a fuss! Paula would soon pay for that remark! Yes! Paybacks are Hell! Soon she would get her revenge. "Take it all without question?" challenged Elaine as she put petroleum jelly on her right forefinger.

"Bet the ranch on it!" answered Paula whose buttocks were now the apex of her body.

"We shall see!" Elaine replied with a sly smile as she knelt down behind her face down, bottom-up sister. Then she added, "I'm going to grease you now." Elaine parted the smooth half-globes of Paula's hindquarters elongating her sparsely haired dorsal valley. When the shriveled, brownish anal rim was clearly visible she applied Vaseline to it. Not being able to resist the temptation she permeated the tight but resilient sphincter ring with her greased finger. Paula sighed softly as she felt her sister's finger sliding in her. Elaine slowly and methodically worked her finger with a piston-like motion inserting it to the knuckle. Without withdrawing her finger she replied, "Sorry, it was too tempting."

"I guess I should but I don't," Paula responded with a moan and a slight wiggle.

"Don't tell me my big sister is anally erotic?" Elaine questioned in a teasing tone.

"Fuck you! Elaine! Stay out of my sex life!" Paula responded gruffly.

"Don't be so sensitive; I was just joking!" Elaine replied as she withdrew her greased finger from the tight orifice.

"Just get on with it!" Paula answered back abruptly.

"Don't be so impatient!" Elaine responded as she lubricated the nozzle.

"Damn it, Elaine! This is not the most comfortable position in the world!" Paula replied brashly. She was becoming increasingly irritated with her sister's antics.

"All right here comes the tube!" Elaine exclaimed as she broadened the deep divide between her sister's partially spread mounds. She abruptly penetrated the oiled anus with the plastic pipe. She forced the cylinder harshly into the upturned women's anal depression until it disappeared. This time Elaine was anything but gentle. Then she liberated the mental clasp and replied "And here comes the enema!"

Paula gasped slightly as she felt the initial surge of liquid entered her rectal passageway. She had made the second solution a little hotter but it had caught her by surprise. "Damn! I hope I didn't get it too hot!" Paula blurted as she exhaled.

"You mixed it!" Elaine exclaimed as she stood up. "You wanted an enema; don't complain!"

"Damn it! Elaine! It's hot!" Paula proclaimed.

"That's tough!" Elaine answered back haughtily. After Paula had taken about a pint of the enema mixture, Elaine lifted the syringe off the hanger. She raised it over head with both hands causing the solution to flow faster. Paula's objected but Elaine paid no attention to her protest and holding the apparatus high above her head. As the liquid rushed rapidly into Paula's anal channel she protested furiously "Elaine, it's too fast!"

"First it was too hot! Now it's too fast!"

"Please! Stop it! Elaine I've got cramps!" implored Paula panting like a deep sea diver.

"All right I'll stop the flow and give you a chance to catch your breath." Elaine closed the clamp and placed the latex apparatus back on the bent wire.

"Ah!" exclaimed Paula as she massaged her tumescent abdomen. Then she added "Elaine you have the bag too high!"

"You used to take enemas without complaining. Are you becoming soft in your dotage?" Elaine asked antagonistically.

"It's just too fast!" Paula responded with a pant. "Anyone would have trouble taking it!”

”You asked me to give you an enema and I'm giving you a damn good one. You're acting like a big baby! Where is that hairbrush anyhow?"

"I'd like to see how you would take an enema like this!"

"That's not a question you need concern yourself with!" Elaine responded bluntly.

"Fuck you! You Bitch!" blared Paula.

"Just for that," Elaine exclaimed as she picked up the hairbrush and solidly hammered Paula's right cheek. When Paula reached around to protect her stinging right orb

Elaine soundly smacked the left one twice. As Paula shielded her left globe, Elaine swiftly moved her assault back to the right half-sphere.

"Ah! Ah!" squealed Paula rubbing her smarting derriere.

"Now are you going to take the rest of this enema or I'm I going to have to really blister your behind?"

“No! No!" whined Paula. "I'll take it!"

"That's better now I'm going to start the flow again!" Elaine exclaimed as she unclasped the clamp beginning the flow once more. Again she raised the yellow bag off the bent coat hanger. The increased elevation caused the liquid to ascend into Paula's colon at an alarming speed.

Paula asked with a pant, "How much more?"

"You've taken over half!" Elaine replied.

After Paula had taken about another half-quart she pleaded, "Please Elaine; slow it down. I'm starting to cramp again."

"Shut up and take your enema!" Elaine responded irritably.

"Please Elaine! It's too fast!" Paula grumbled.

"Are you going to take it or I'm I going to have to take the hairbrush to your behind again?" warned Elaine.

"Damn it! Elaine, you’re persecuting me!" Paula answered becoming increasingly aggravated at her younger sister's dominating actions.

"You wanted an enema and you're getting one!" replied Elaine. "Keep your butt up in the air and take your medicine!" The words brought back unforgettable recollections of Elaine's childhood. Images, sensations, emotions, and phrases infused her mind as it diverted back to the nightmare of her regular clean outs. The image of her standing apprehensively in the bathroom as her mother prepared the hated enema solution flashed before her. She remembered watching with anxious eyes as her mother filled the enema bag till it was nearly bursting. She recalled hearing the ominous phrases "take down your pants," "bend over the seat," and "this is for your own good." She renewed the ordeal of exposing her butt and bending over the commode seat for the dreaded clean out. She evoked the embarrassment that she experienced when her rear cheeks were parted and her anus greased with lubricates. Perspiration beads formed on her fore head as her mind raced a million miles a second. She remembered the revulsion she endured when the always cold nozzle violated her tight anal passage. She recalled the sensation of the current of hot liquid infiltrated her rectal shaft. She remembered the anguish she suffered as her bowels were filled with hot soapsuds. She revoked the agony of having to go but not being allowed. Finally she remembered feeling the terrible sting of the wooden backed hair brush.

"I just like to see you on the receiving end of an enema like this!"

"I'm sure I wouldn't make the fuss you are!"

"Bullshit! You know that you are the biggest baby there ever was when it comes to enemas!"

"You always seemed to enjoy watching me suffer!" exclaimed Elaine belligerently.

"I did not!" retorted Paula. Then she begged, “Please stop!"

"All right, I'll stop it and let you take a rest. However you're still going to take it all or your butt going to burn!"

"I'll take it all just give me a chance to rest!" panted Paula. After a few seconds Paula replied "Go ahead and start it!" She calculated that it was better to get it because her tail end was hurting like hell. Even though her stomach cramps were severe, Paula took the remainder of her fast flowing enema without incident. She stood with tears in her eyes and glared at her smiling sister. "I just like to see you bend your ass over for a few quarts!" Paula responded as she sat down on the commode to relive herself. Immediately a jet stream splashed in to the toilet water.

"All right Smart Ass! I'll let you give me one when you get through!"