Amy and I (my name is Will) were married at a community center in the middle of Silicon Valley two months after we met. We were both in our late twenties and as different as two people could be. I was from a small rural Midwestern town with a conservative upbringing and she was the daughter of Chinese parents who lived in a fashionable city in the East Bay. Her father was a surgeon and had died two years before of a heart attack, and her mother Grace and she had persisted in a tempestuous relationship after his death. Growing up she had adored her father and was always angry at her mother who was a classic Tiger mom- demanding, strict, and never given to praise of any kind.

I think she married me partly to escape her mother and in part because I was sort of normal, not the usual computer nerd. Reluctantly – and because it was part of the Asian culture- we accepted her mother’s offer to share her large house with us until we could buy our own. It was very large with a separate wing for us, and all three of us got along well for the first several months. I was still very surprised that Amy had agreed to marry me and was very aware of trying to do everything possible to make her happy.

However, her rebellious streak began to extend to me, and one evening she stormed out saying she was fed up with never going anyplace exciting and she and her girl friends were going out drinking. After she left I asked Grace what I had done wrong and she laughed and said, “that’s just Amy”- get used to it or take her in hand and become the boss or at least an equal partner. I asked, “what did you do when she was growing up?.” Grace said, “usually I just took privileges away and made her study or practice harder, but a few times I just gave her a very hard spanking. She hated me for it, but it usually settled her down for awhile – the last one was about 5 years ago and I didn’t feel like it was a good idea after her father died even though she sure could of used it. It’s not that I think you should do it Will, but at least consider it if she really tries to take advantage of you. I had been brought up in a country atmosphere and had occasionally gotten the strap when I was young but never anything after I was 15 or so.

Amy finally came home around 11 that evening, very intoxicated, and went straight to bed and essentially passed out. She was still asleep when I left for work the next morning, but I also notice new scratches on her car fender. That evening when I got home, she acted as everything was normal, but I said, “Amy, I want to talk to you privately, let’s go to our bedroom”. I confronted her with her behavior and then the car damage and she said, “it’s my car, none of your business”. “I said it’s my money, it’s all of my business.” She then turned away and began to walk away to the downstairs area. I went after her, grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the bedroom, sat on the bed, threw her over my knee, yanked her slacks and panties down, and began to deliver hard stinging smacks to her bare bottom. She was yelling at me, said her mother would kick us out of the house, that she was too old for any of this, and on and on. I decided there was no choice but to continue, and told her if I heard another word I would start using the hairbrush. Amazingly, her mood changed and she said “Will, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have walked out on you last night, I guess I’ve earned this spanking”, but please no more. I said, Amy, this has been enough for getting drunk last night, but I think you need a little of the hairbrush for damaging the car. By this time she was crying softly, but twelve very hard licks with the brush brought her into a sobbing mode.

Finally it was over and I said Amy, we’re going down to dinner in 15 minutes so compose yourself. When we walked into the dining room her face was still blotched from the tears, but her first words to her mother were, “Mom, I really screwed up last night, and Will had to spank me even harder than you used to do, so that’s why we’re late and I’m still teary. Grace smiled and said, “Amy, I think you had it coming, and I’m glad Will did a really good job. Now let’s have dinner and we will have cleared the air. “ Amy, said, Mom, I’m really not hungry, I’ve still got the aftereffects from all the drinking and eating nachos last night so I think I’ll skip dinner if it’s alright. Grace answered quickly, “Amy, if you’re that much out of sorts, I think we need a trip to the bathroom after dinner, so you go to your room and I’ll be up in a little while. Amy pleaded, please Mom, just let me sleep until tomorrow, I’m sure I’ll be fine. Grace said, Amy, you might well be, but I think this could be another part of your lesson for last night’s behavior. So, upstairs with you or I’ll ask Will to help.

Will had been mystified by all of this conversation and asked Grace what was going on? She said that Amy had experienced bouts of strong digestive problems when she ate (or drank) too much, and that the easiest solution had been to give her one or more enemas to clean her system out. Will had had only one enema in his entire life and that had been in the country hospital after a several day stay for a broken leg when he was extremely constipated. He had found it quite uncomfortable but oddly memorable, and he felt slightly excited about having it happen to Amy. So he said, Grace, if I’m her husband, shouldn’t I learn how to do this since it may happen from time to time? After just brief reflection, Grace said, you’re right, come with me .

A few minutes later Will walked into the bedroom where Amy was lying down in her bar and panties and told her that he knew what was going to happen and he was going top help. Amy cried, no Will, it’s too embarrassing, please don’t stay. He said, I’m your husband, you may need me to do this, I’m staying and just think of it as final punishment for last night. Grace then appeared in the bedroom with a2/3 full enema bag, a jar of lubricant, and a coat hangar to hold the bag on the hook of a nearby dresser. “Alright Amy, bottom up as high as you can get it. Slowly Amy took her panties off and got into the knee chest position with her still bright red bottom clearly still stinging from the spanking. . Her mother explained, Will, you’ll need to put a little lubricant on the nozzle and in Amy’s bottom, so go ahead and then insert the nozzle which Will awkwardly did leading to Amy finally saying, a little higher Will and use more Vaseline. Grace then raised the bag, opening the clip, and they both watched as the enema began to flow into Amy. At first she was quite still but she soon began squirming, drawing her legs up, and making uncomfortable sound. About halfway through she begged her mother to give her a rest, and Grace sternly replied, “Young lady, you’re getting a enema for your own bad behavior, so if I stop for a moment I’ll raise the bag for the rest of your enema. Your choice.” Amy said, I don’t care, please stop. After perhaps a minute Grace said, alright Amy I’m going to give you the rest, released the clamp and elevated the bag perhaps another foot. The pressure was much greater, Amy was clearly in distress, but it emptied quickly and Grace said, all done, withdrew the tube and said, now 5 minutes of holding. Will and Grace watched as Amy struggled to hold the enema, and her mother fell into a Tiger Mom sort of lecture. Finally, the 5 minutes was up, Amy ran for the bathroom, and Grace explained to Will what to put in the enema (“ lots of soap”, said that she could have given Amy the entire bag, but that would have been to heartless, and said the holding was really important. When Amy reappeared 15 minutes later she said “ That was some enema Mom, I didn’t think I was going to hold it”, to which her mother replied, then you would have had to repeat it. Amy then turned to both of them and said, I can’t exactly thank both of you- the spanking hurt way too much and the enema was way too uncomfortable, but I guess I had it all coming. After her mother left, Amy looked at Will and said , Can we make love to bring us back together now? Will said I guess so if you feel like it, and Amy simply said do I ever. The next hour was probably the most passionate time they had ever spent together and they both wondered how much of that was due to the events of the last two hours. Next chapter: what happens when Will steps far over the line