I had been a troublesome teen for my Mom and it was decided that a vacation at Aunt Emma's would be just the thing I needed.
Mind you I wasn't considered in the decision making.
When I arrived I was greeted with a big smile from Aunt Emma and a knowing glance. At that very moment I knew this was going to be a long and painful "Vacation".
Aunt Emma gushed with enthusiasm, and joy and somehow I knew My guess was right on.
Come into my study young man, Auntie has a surprise for you.
Set up in the middle of the room, under a ceiling light, was a single straight back, sturdy looking chair; next to it sat a small table complete with towels, medical instruments, and various other instruments I didn't recognize; Though one stuck out!
A large red "enema bag"
It seems you've been having trouble with your bowel movements. Your Mom tells me you spend an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom.
Auntie thinks she has just the cure.
Get over here young man, and drop those pants, Auntie is going to give that naughty backside of yours a good old fashioned SPANKING. I'm going to turn that naughty bottom of yours bright red, so when I give you a good ENEMA, that nozzle is going right up your hinne like a heat seeking missile .
No please, PLEASE, PLEEZE!
No matter, auntie grabbed me by the ear, walked me over to that chair, sat down and laid me over her broad lap. In no time her hand was painting my backside with painful, smacks.
I couldn't believe a hand spanking could hurt so much. "I had allot to learn"!
Smack, smack, smack, SMACK!! It just got worse and worse, and it wasn't long before I was crying like a "Naughty Little Boy"" Mission accomplished; I thought.
Boy did I have allot to learn!
When she finally stopped I could barely breathe, I was just gasping for air, and begging. Auntie just scoffed that off, and didn't loose a stroke, and when it finally stopped I was just a"well spanked naughty little boy!"
She stood me up and put me in the corner, and warned me if I touched myself I would get a "REAL SPANKING!"
I could hear her moving and shuffling things around, water running, shaking, sloshing and the with a smack on my ass those fateful words "Okay young man it's time for a good old fashion enema for my naughty boy!"
Once again I was bent over, my cheeks being spread, a glob of lubricant inserted up my heine hole, followed by a nozzle that felt like a hose entering my ass, and a swelling of my stomach. Please, please I can't take anymore, I cried! I'll let you know when you had enough, she responded.
When it stopped and a few more spanks I was allowed to get up, sit on the bowl and empty out.
AND empty I did.
A few more and I'll have you good and cleaned out; then I will give that bottom of yours a going away gift.
Auntie Emma's house> HMMM
Naughty Boy