My visit to a woman who gave both colonics and enemas proved very “warm(ing)” you might say.
My phone still in my pants started ringing and the lady doing a pre enema rectal temperature quickly removed the thermometer and said, “answer it!” I did.
”Back on the table!” she said, very much irritated and very much forceful in her admonition. It wasn’t much later I again was face down on the treatment table, bared from the waist down getting my temperature taken.
”After your temperature is taken I’ll get you ready for a good cleansing enema, providing we’re not interrupted by your phone. It’s off isn’t it?” She asked again her tone indicating she would not be pleased if it rang again-it did! I said “let it ring!”
Annoyingly it did. Someone was intent on getting in touch.
She went and reached into my pants and retrieved the phone, handing it to me as I still lay there, thermometer sticking out of my ass.
”Turn it off!” She barked, genuinely miffed. I did as she said. A minute or two later she pulled the thermometer out and read it then set it in a container of disinfectant.
Still annoyed she told me to make sure on future visits to make sure the “damn thing” was off.
Then I went for the gusto if you will asking...”Do I need to have my behavior corrected?”
”I ought to warm your ass real good!!” She remarked, obviously still annoyed. “ you think your behavior needs correcting? Well good! I’ll damn sure correct it and your ass will know and afterwards knew I meant it!”Grabbng a chair, she barked, “Off the table, get over her now!”
Momentarily I stood in front of her in just a t-shirt while she adjusted herself on the chair, then reaching out to grab my arm pulling me toward her and then forcing me down and over her lap.
Thr first very hard and well delivered slap placed across my pale cheeks -direct contact with a resounding loud and stinging slap (one of many that folllowed) gave credibility to her moments ago admonition as to what I knew and would know, or at least my ass would!
Slap after slap delivered across both cheeks individually and timed, suddenly became a fury of her very powerful and large hands laying unbelievably hard, painful punishment as I not only felt the resounding administration of her obviously well employed and no doubt, often used, forte in of “discipline”; but hearing the repeated slaps to my now very sore and yes, warmed, bottom feeling like I had a 3rd degree burn , also had an impact (no pun intended)
Her spanking lasted while I endured it for at least s solid 20 minutes! My ass was on fire and I was now very mindful of sitting down any time too soon.
”Get up, get dressed! We’re not going to do your enema, we don’t have timel. Make another appointment!”
I made a number of future visits and many a discipline session was incurred and I even received wonderfully and I dare add, lovingly administered enemas.
That evolved into a relationship to some degree where I got to not only appreciate her “forte” but her willingness to submit to my “TL&TTs...Tongue Lashings and Temperature Takings, anally of course!
I miss those get togethers.