I can only remember one time when my Mother gave me a punishment enema! And, I can say that I really deserved it. I was about 12 and had already become addicted and dependent on enemas. To be honest, enemas were always on my mind and I could hardly wait till my Mother gave me another one. In fact, I often begged her to give me one just so I could receive one. Anyway, on this day, I was a "bad" boy and I had done a terrible thing. A neighbor that lived across the street from us was retarded and lived with his mother. He was grown and often would dress up as a woman. He was ok and kind to the neighborhood kids, but "we" kids often mistreated him. One day I was over at his house visiting him when I decided to scratch on his tile bedroom floor - "Mom, I would love for you to give me a big, hot, soapy enema! Please!" You can say I ruined a couple of tiles in his bedroom. All was fine for about a week, but one afternoon our phone rang. I answered it. It was this man's mother and she wanted to speak to my Mom. She sounded angry so I put Mom onto the phone. Mom soon hung up the phone and told me that she was going over to Tommy's house. She said that his mother wanted to see her. I, immediately, knew what his mother wanted and went into my room and sat on my bed. About 3 minutes later Mother arrived back in our house. She slammed the front door and hollered "Mike, where are you?" A minute or so later Mom burst through my bedroom door and screamed at me. I knew I was in deep do do. Mom, then, grabbed me by my arm and drug me towards her bathroom. Once in there Mother opened the white bathroom cabinet and pulled out her red Rexall Victoria Combination Syringe from its resting place. Now, Mom, still holding me by the arm, swung the item at my face screaming at the top of her voice.... "So, you want your Mother to give you a big, hot, soapy enema, do you? Well, son, you are going to get it and you are, I repeat, you are going to take every single drop and I don't want to hear a word from you! You understand!" I shook my head. With that said, Mom turned on the water in the room's bathtub. She adjusted the temperature and then stuck the bottle into the flow holding it there until it bulged with hot water. She then picked up the bottle of Ivory liquid soap and squirted at least 10 squirts into the bottle. Then she attached the tube to the bottle, shutting the tube's shut-off in the process. She then stood up and shook the bottle for about a minute saying in the process "Get out of those shorts son! You are going to take this bag and maybe another! Understand?" I slipped out of shorts and kneeled in front of the toilet. Mother hung the bottle above me and without lubricating the nozzle inserted it into my rectum. Before she opened the shut-off she slapped my butt four or five times saying "I hope this enema is everything you wanted!" With that said, Mom opened the tube's valve and wham o my 1st, and only, punishment enema began. Mom held the tube tightly against my rectum making certain that every ounce flowed into me. Every few seconds, she slapped my hip always saying "take your enema, son! Is it hot enough and soapy enough for you? You know you are going to have to pay to have Tommy's floor fixed, don't you?" As the water flowed into me severe cramps started to take hold. I told Mom, but she only laughed! It seemed to go on and on. I looked up and watched as she squeezed the bottle. When it was totally flat, Mom slapped my butt again saying "don't you dare move, you hear!" She stood up and refilled my enema bag and I ended up taking what I now know is about a gallon of hot soapy water. This enema was a special happening in my life and I think I'd do anything in the world just to have my wife give me another one just like the one I got from Mom when I was 12 years old. Now, in reality, I doubt that it will ever happen, but I can always dream, can't I?