Got caught treating myself during high school years. Mom simply said, "Be careful, clean up properly, and waist some money for your own stuff this week." Then in my 50s, dad remarked out of the blue while having a beer at a near by establishment, "Cold enemas are hard." They were visiting us from almost 2,000 miles away. They were living near Crescent City California and we were at Sabine Pass Texas. Out fishing, he told me of his war injuries and lady nurses teaching him the comforts of a warm enema with fondling. I had to report that we had not taken or given the plunge. He asked me to call him if we did, knowing i only needed a little encouragement to start thinking about it. Telephony was starting to be carried over digital networks. Before that, any time i called home, they automatically knew it was us, because of the line noises inherent with analog modes. I subscribed to a Sprint network with a 9 digit pass code. That made for a 20 digit dialing sequence, believe it or not. Well, i asked him where he thought i was and he thought maybe Sacramento, because the connection was just that clear. Then began to introduce a response to his rising curiosity. (enemas were not a private thing, especially when we were farming far from formal civilization.)
We had been hanging wall paper together, very much a 2 man job. I had gotten a collection of short enema stories while in Louisiana and just laid it out for her to discover. I had only read its table of contents, I told him. He then led with his own question and simply asked how she took it. He only wanted to know that i was comforting his favorite daughter in law. He reminded me that they had kept up with special enemas on special occasions. And their last road trip out to see us included enema intrigue. With that, he was telling me how we might proceed with with similar intrigue by not over doing it, as he correctly suspected i might. He also advised me with a baking soda solution with filtered or distilled water, as part of its dramatic preparation.
Following this, i began to not give her enema play, but only touch her rose bud, while looking into her eyes. My work had me staying in motels 2 t0 4 nights a week, and calling home with my Sprint pass. We made plans for her to accompany me next time i had a week end service problem somewhere. We had a 2 hour drive into the next state. I checked her into a motel and went to the trouble sight to begin my work. When i got back, she had bought some things and left them for me to discover, like i had the naughty story book. From then on, almost every motel stay had enema intrigue.
A few years later i bought a leg swinging Chi machine called a Jiggling George. She perverted it. And i liked it. 😊