I deserved both .. why? I’ve said this before.. but the reason was simple … I ruined a handicapped man’s bedroom floor by scratching “Mama, (who was an RN) would you give me a large, soap, hot enema today?” Well, a couple of weeks went by before our telephone rang. I answered it and to my surprise, I recognized my neighbor’s mother’s voice. She sounded rather mad and asked to speak to my Mother. I called Mom to the phone and went back to my room and closed the door. A minute or so later, Mom opened the door and said “Mike, I am going over to our neighbor’s house. She wants to show me something.” I knew my goose was cooked! Well, Mom was only gone about 5 minutes before she returned, slamming the front door and yelling “Mike, where are you?” About, a half a minute later, Mom entered my bedroom and found me lying on the bed. She screamed at me “how could you! I am so embarrassed!” She jerked me up from the bed and started beating my butt with a belt that was hung on the back of my door! She then screamed “so you want a big, hot, soapy enema today? Well, son, you are going to get it! And you will take every single drop! She, then, pulled me through the bedroom door, through the dinning room and into her bathroom. She swatted me a few more times and, then, she opened the small, white linen cabinet and reached in and pulled out her red, Rexall Victoria Combination syringe. She stood there shaking it at me and then she said “here, hold this thing. I’ve gotta go get somethings.”. Mom exited the room and soon returned carrying a pitcher, some salt, a quart jar, some ivory liquid soap and a large spoon. Immediately, upon entering the room, Mom placed the items on a small table in the bathroom! Then, she turned on the hot water in the sink and turned to me and began speaking “Mike, I am so mad at you!” She, then, began filling the quart jar with hot water. When it was full, she poured the contents into the pitcher! She repeated the process and turned the water off in the sink. Next she poured a couple of teaspoons of salt into the pitcher and then pumped about 10 pumps of ivory liquid into the water. She put the ivory down and picked up the spoon and began stirring the water. She continued doing this until the liquid in the pitcher was full of suds. Then, she requested the bottle. I gave it to her. She poured the hot, soapy, salty liquid into the bag. Then, she requested the tubing. I gave it to her. She closed the tube’s shut-off and screwed the adapter into the bag! Next, she hung the bag on the hook that was on the wall above the toilet for that purpose. Soapy water, began to fill the tubing. I could hear the bloop, bloop, bloop sounds. Mom then walked back to the sink and refilled the pitcher as before. After that pitcher was full, she reached into the white cabinet and retrieved the vaseline and took a seat on the toilet. Reaching for the tube she obtained it and opened the Vaseline. she took her index finger and obtained a glob smearing it onto the black douche nozzle. It glistened with the Vaseline on it! I, meanwhile, had slipped out of my clothes and shorts and had taken a knee chest position in front of Mom with my butt facing her. Mother, then, spoke saying “Mike, I sure hope you like this here hot, soapy, salty enema! It sure is going to cost you to have our neighbor’s floor repaired!” I had not thought about that! Anyway, I felt Mom pulling on my left butt cheek and soon I felt the nozzel slide into my waiting rectum. Mom asked me if I was ready and I replied “yes!” Mother, then, opened the tube’s shut-off and my enema began. I don’t know how I managed to take two bags full of that hot, soapy, salty solution, but I did. Ask me, if what i did was worth it, I didn’t so at the time! But, today, I would have to say “Yea, most certainly!