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@chef said
I enjoy enemas far too much for it to be a "punishment".
My first enema, a punishment enema, was so pleasant instead of painful, that it began my lifelong love for enemas.
When I was six years old, I played doctors with the neighbor boy. My friend spent the afternoon at my house and when he asked what we should do, I suggested playing doctors. He thought that was a good idea so he asked how to play doctors. I said that he needed an injection in his bottom. Not having been to medical school, I didn't know that injections go in the butt cheeks. I thought they went in the bottom hole. I had my friend pull down his pants and then with a little soap and water on my index finger for lubrication, I shoved my finger up his caboose and wiggled it around a little to make sure all the medicine got in there so it was fully effective. Then we reversed our positions and he gave me an injection in my bum hole.
When he got home, his mom asked him what we did for fun and he proudly told her of our budding medical practice. Needless to say, his mom was not at all impressed with our medical practice and she called my mom who also was not impressed and, in fact, she was quite embarrassed.
So, the next day, she kept me home from school and informed me I was to be punished with an enema and a paddling. I knew what a paddling was and was not looking forward to that, but I had no clue about the enema. She said she was going to teach me a thing or two about sticking things in other people's bottoms or and in my own bottom. The thing is, she didn't teach me the thing she was trying to teach me because the enema felt oh, so good.
After taking me into the master bathroom and stripping me naked, she had me bend forward with my hands on my knees. Then she parted my cheeks, inserted the nozzle, and squeezed that red bulb. I think she accidentally shot the thing at my prostate because when the jet of warm water hit my innards, I was in love with enemas.
I had never had an enema so I didn’t know what to expect. The jet of water came as a complete surprise, but it was an awesome surprise, nonetheless. I went up on my toes with a squeal of delight, but realizing that I was being punished, I quickly turned the squeal of delight into more of a scream of pain and shock so my mom would think that she was teaching me a thing or two about putting things in bum holes. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the thing or two I learned was that I like enemas and I like ‘em a lot.
And I’ve loved enemas ever since. Until I left for college, whenever I could, I snuck into me parent’s bathroom for a quick enemafio
I’ve read accounts of punishment enemas that are truly punishments. And if that floats your boat, more power to you.
I’m with @chef on this one. “I enjoy enemas far too much for it to be a ‘punishment’" and I wouldn’t want it to be a punishment anyway.
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