Punishment enema fantasy

Per Mandy1111 - "Mine would be getting tied up and given really large volumes with either an inflatable nozzle or a big dildo nozzle."

Wow, that's excellent patient attitude!!!

My punishment enema fantasy actually happened when I was around 11. Mom had stopped giving me enemas two years earlier and resorted to giving me castoira and milk of magnesia to stimulate my bowels instead. I hated both laxatives and often told her so. Finally, one morning Mom called me into the kitchen where she had already poured a large dose of castoria for me. I begged her not to give me that awful tasting stuff. But, Mom put down the dose onto the kitchen table. It was in a coffee cup and grabbed my arm. She jerked me around as I turned my back to her. She got right in my face and said "Son, you are going to take this right now, you hear me?" I turned again and again she jerked me back. This time saying "Son, I guess you want me to give you an enema instead, right?" I smiled in her face and she slapped me. After receiving the slap she pulled me into her bathroom, opened her vanity and pulled out her rexall victoria combination syringe. Holding me with her right hand she waved the syringe and tubing in my face saying "ok son, if this is what you want, this is what you will get!" I smiled up at her again and again she slapped me, but this time it was with the enema bag and tubing. She pushed me down onto her toilet and said "sit there while I get what I need!" I followed her instructions not budging from the toilet. Mom left the room and returned with a pitcher, a jar of vaseline, a spoon, and some liquid ivory soap. I watched her sit the items down on the edge of the tub while she turned on the tub's spiggot. When she had reached the right water temperature she began filling the pitcher with water. When it was about half full she squirted some of the ivory into the water and picked up the spoon. She swirled it in the water and suds began to bubble to the top. She then put the pitcher back into the flow and filled it completely. She then poured the soapy water into the bottle and attacked the tubing to it. Then she walked past me and hung the bottle by its bottom tab on the wall next to me. She then returned to the pitcher and began filling it again with very hot water. She smiled back at me and said "Son, you want this, then I am going to make this one memorable!" She did.... and Mom thought she was punishing me.... I loved every ounce.

As a young boy, I received many enemas from my grandmother throughout my childhood. It was very embarrassing for me to be stark naked in her presence while she filled me to the brim with warm, soapy water but I loved pleasing my grandmother by taking a 'good' enema for her. As I grew older, I began having erotic fantasies of being 'institutionalized' where strict nurses require me to take a series big, soapy enemas for them while I'm firmly strapped to a narrow hospital bed equipped with rubber sheets and medical restraints. Along side my bed there is a portable potty chair with padded leather straps for securing my wrists and ankles where I'm ordered to expel each of my heavy soapsuds bowel preps in full view of my private nurses with zero provisions for privacy or modesty. The fact that I can't hide my throbbing erections only serves to add to my sense of humiliation because they know just how much I like getting a hot, soapy, embarrassing enema from them while I'm being firmly spanked and paddled.

My punishment fantasy would be to be given a garden, sink or shower hose enema so the exact quantity being pumped into me is unknown and obviously large (not dangerously large). If I've been extra naughty, I would need to be filled quicker than usual or have some air pumped in after being filled with the water to make sure I'm filled as much as I deserve to be - all the way 😉

I have these perverted fantasies from the other perspective. Where I am the dominant partner and force various "victims" to submit to my erotic forced enema scenes. The victims range from someone I know, to a store clerk, business aquaintence, relative or public figure. The inevitable end is that after suitable torment and misery from repeated and large enemas, being totally humiliated, they have an orgasm and realize that I have awakened a new source of joy for them.

My dream is to be given a spanking over master's knee with a wooden paddle on my bare ass. Then be led to the bathroom and made to get down on hands and knees and kneel on the floor. First he would insert a thermometer into me and take my rectal temp. Then he would tell me it was too high and I need a cleaning for all my mistakes. Then he would give me a large soapy enema from a red bag. He would hang it high above me so it flowed quickly making me cramp really badly. The more I begged for him to stop the more spanks he would give me. Then after the bag was empty he would insert a large butt plug into me and make me suck his cock while cramping and holding the enema. Once he was satisfied I would be allowed release. He would watch as I emptied my bowels. Then would give me a rinising enema. Before finally finishing in the bedroom with anal sex with would give us both lots of pleasure. I would thank him for teaching me so well.

My wife is somewhat of a sadist(in the bedroom),so my fantasy has some true elements to it............She gives me 2 hot quarts rapidly with a high-hanging red bag.........then forces me to hold it for ten minutes. When I am finally ordered to evacuate..........She puts me face-down with a doubled over pillow under my hips.............then abuses my ass with a greasy strapon!!!!!! The pain/pleasure component is overwhelming, and she orders me on all 4s..........she then reaches around to jerk me off to a creamy conclusion and forces me to eat the proceeds before I orally satisfy her!!!

One of my punishment fantasies which is pretty much strictly in the fantasy department. Has me signing up for a two week weight loss/ wellness retreat that promotes itself with success rates way above average by using vaguely described alternative therapies. Upon arrival I am greeted and directed to a common area with other hopeful clients and we are all given a survey to fill out. Current vitals, habits, goals etcetera. I am then introduced to my personal life coach a very attractive and fit man who smiles in a friendly and approachable manner. He takes my questionaire and leads me to my quarters where he will explain things and we can put together a program. Once in my room, a fairly simple affair with a large single bed sitting on a solid metal frame, a small table and two chairs placed by the wall under the only window and a connecting door that leads to the attached washroom, with a sink, toilet and bathtub. I look around and I can't see my luggage or in fact a closet or dresser to put my things in. I mention this and my trainer smiles and says we'll get to that and sits on the side of the bed and pulls a tape measure out of his pocket. He smiles again and casually asks me to strip. I balk and can feel my cheeks heat with a blush. Keeping with his pleasant demeanour calmly almost patronizing explains he has to take my measurements. I take a deep breath and avoiding eye contact begin to strip. As I begin to comply he says good girl in that same patronizing tone and once I am naked makes the humiliating observation that I do in fact need their services. I blush profusely and stare at my feet. He proceeds in taking my measurements and jotting down his findings and then from under the bed slides out a scale and logs my weight. He then compares notes with the questionaire I had filled out and shakes his head a bit with a sigh. He then explains the demerit/reward system they employ at the facility. Demerits will be given for non compliance, failure to meet goals, and poor attitude. Rewards given for initiative and goals met. He then sadly points out that I have already earned demerits for falsifying my weight and measurements on my survey and for my hesitation to strip. I swallow and meekly as what sort of punishment? He shrugs and says they vary but for now I have earned a sound spanking and an soapy enema. My jaw drops. I stand there and frozen a moment. He calmly pats his lap and says lets get started shall we? I stay frozen. He sighs again as though in disappointment and asks me if I want a Better life? A better body? I stutter out yes but- he then asks me if I have been able to achieve this in my own. Again I stutter my response no but- I am interrupted as he asks me if I signed the waiver? This he knows as he holds it in his hands but I nod dumbly a lump rising in my throat. He then clearly states that then you have given us the right to use any means we see fit to motivate you to a better way of life. Right now that requires you to bring your chubby bottom over here right now and accepting what he assumes to be the first if many spankings. My stomach has now tied itself in knots but a slowly make my way over to this handsome and intimidating man... Wondering what I have gotten myself into. The fantasy continues in my mind, let me know if you want me to continue.

Continue? Shygal, you MUST continue! This fantasy is so well written and so vivid that it makes me feel you must have experienced it for real. But, of course, that's what a good fantasy accomplishes. You can be sure there are a lot of guys out here right now who would love to be your life coach. Put me at the head of that list! Please continue!

Enemas were always given to me as punishment in childhood. In fact the first thing I think about when I hear the word, "punishment," is an enema. My fantasies as an adult always involve someone inflicting a punishment on me.

@Shygal -- I too would like to see this fantasy scenario continued, as it appears you have a fertile imagination.....Maybe even consider moving or re-locating this entry to a "first" post as New Topic under the fantasy category,which from there one can add additional episodes --- just a thought !!

My favorite punishment came from my ex girlfriend Kristy. When I was bad in her eyes, she would give me the kneeling punishment in the most extreme way! She used to make me strip down to just my underwear and socks & she always seemed to have rice and grits in our small little apartment.

She would then grab 2 small flat baking pans and would spread the rice evenly in both pans. Then place them in a small corner in the living room, then she would grab a small penny and I would have to kneel in the rice and keep my nose touching the penny in the corner with my hands on top of my head. Usually she would limit my punishment to just 20-30 minutes. However for some strange reason I loved the punishment.

One of my favourite enema punishment fantasies is of being at a reform school. I'm a grown woman but still have to wear a schoolgirl outfit of pleated skirt and shirt and white panties. One day I'm punished in front of the class after being caught masturbating. I'm taken over the teacher's lap with my skirt up and panties pulled down for a hard spanking, then I'm placed on all fours on his desk with my legs apart and head down. An enema bag hung on a pole is brought in by the school nurse and attached to a large douche nozzle. I'm made to reach back and spread my own bottom cheeks wide as the class looks on.

The teacher squirts lubricant up my bottom then inserts his finger and moves it in and out, spreading it inside my anus. When I'm lubed up he removes his finger and the nurse slides the nozzle into my spread asshole. She opens the clamp and the warm soapy water rushes into me. Before long I am moaning and cramping and my distended belly is straining the buttons of my white shirt, so the nurse reaches under me and unbuttons it and unclips my bra at the front. My tits hang free below me while the rest of the class has a perfect view of my bare bottom with the nozzle going into it and my spread pussy below it. Worse, my teacher can see the wetness gathering between my legs and comments that I'll need more punishment for being such a bad girl and getting aroused during discipline.

When my bottom has been filled with the whole bag the nurse helps me off the table and leads me out of the room, carrying the enema bag. I am made to walk with the big nozzle still filling my bottom and a belly of water that I badly need to expel. I am taken to the nurse's bathroom where I have to bend over and have the nozzle removed before I can expel into the toilet while she watches, my breasts still exposed to her. When I have released all the water she tells me to strip completely and go into the examining room next door. I lie on the examining table on my back naked with my legs wide apart in stirrups and the nurse washes me down with warm water and a cloth, paying special attention to my bottom hole and to cleaning off my wet pussy.

Then she lathers my pussy with shaving foam and removes all of the hair between my legs and around my anus so I'm completely bald. Just as I think my ordeal is over, she brings out a bulb syringe and a basin of clear water, telling me she needs to get the soap suds out of my bottom. She adjusts the stirrups so my knees are pushed up and back almost touching my nipples, lubes my asshole with her finger and slides the syringe all the way into my anus and empties the water into me. She repeats this several times as I lie there naked and spread open and still aroused by the penetration of my bottom. After a few bulbs she lets me expel into a bucket as I lie on the table, then turns me over her lap, inserts a butt plug into my ass and administers another sound spanking to my bare bottom.

It seems to me that you deserve some punishment for having such thoughts. You seem to have a pretty good idea of an effective way to deal with such issues. If the teacher or nurse fails to be successful, the principle may need to follow up with some additional attention. Oh, would many of us love to be such a principle!

I from a very young age had a fantasy fetish of being spanked / paddled and enemaed by females, the more attractive I found them the better. I especially loved the idea of an adult female in Dr Scholls sandals taking me over her lap and taking one of her sandals off her foot and paddling me to tears with it. During the paddling I would imagine looking down and seeing her feet, one bare and the other still in the second sandal.

I enjoy the reluctance given, when I tell them, they are getting an enema. After, getting the nozzle in, more reluctance with squirming and leg mkvement. Makes for a memorable episode

I remember getting a enema as a child. I remember getting a enema when I was not feeling well and was about 11years old. Getting them in the doctors office and at home with my mother giving it to me. The more I received them the more I like them..

I’ve been naughty and you decide I’ve earned myself a punishment. Maybe I didn’t listen to the doctor at an exam or lied about being sick or something. First you bend me over your lap, lower my pants and panties, and force a rectal thermometer inside of me. When the temperature comes back regular you know that all actions were my own and not caused by me feeling ill. With that out of the way the punishment can begin. “I think a mix of hard spankings and hot, soapy enemas should do the trick,” you say with a dark grin on your face.

My guardian, every six months, takes me to an elderly doctor friend to check my growth. After humiliating visit, always naked, the elderly doctor suggests to my tutor to continue to make me, at least once a week, abundant and warm enema to hold for 10 minutes. I am convinced that I do not need continuous enemas as the elderly doctor says, but the two of them, for them fun, impose it on me and I have to make them like a good girl. It's just a fantasy!

My punishment enema season fantasy wood start with a good spanking . Then I wood be restrained on my hands and legs stirrups . and forced to take a hot soapy enema with a big retaining nozzle and forced to hold it wile being spanked again . after releasing the soapy Enema being strapped back down and having a big clean water rinse wile having a Venus2000 attached to my penis giving me orgasm denial and have me begging for a release when person administering finally felt I'd had enough they would allow me to orgasm but then wood keep it going and milk me dry and till I was beginning for them to stop . And finally being allowed to release the enema

My fantasy consist of a rectal temp taking followed by a good sound spanking which leads to a hot soapy enema which I’m forced to hold in for certain time period, as I can’t hold it all in and beg to release which I am allowed only to be given another sound spanking and sent to the corner for a period of time.

Oouff, yes please..

My fantasy enema punishment is as follows.

I am in a hospital laying naked on a gyno table, legs in stirrups. every part of my body is restrained. I try to talk, but the ball gag in my mouth prevents all but muffled mumbling. The doctor comes in and gives me a shot in the arm and removes my ball gag. i start talking, “Why are you doing thi . . . .” the doctor is smiling as my words stop. I desperately try to get more words out, but its like my mind and body had suddenly forgot how to talk. The doc says, “what I just injected in you will prevent you from talking for the duration of the treatment.” As if on cue, a nurse comes in pushing an iv stand with a bulging ooen top enema bag and a double inflatable nozzle attached. The doctor continues. “I am performing the same treatment on you that was performed me when I was a man. You will enjoy your new life as a woman. I urge you to not resist this, it will only be worse on you and you won't be able to stop the transformation.” I lay there horrified. What did I do to deserve this? The doctor gave me another shot. She says, “the liquid I just sent coursing through your veins is a little something that will make it extremely hard to think about what your body is going through.” I could feel the shots effects taking hold. My vision narrowed the unfocused. The room spun. I was riding a wave of euphoria. I heard thoughts in my head telling me to enjoy womanhood. I was aware of the enema nozzle being inserted in me and inflated. I felt the solution being injected in me. my whole body started tingling. once that feeling passed, I felt warmth all over my body. Then I could feel my bones and joints stretching, pulling, and changing. I could feel my penis and scrotum being pulled inside me. I was being changed. I started crying my eyes out. I soon embraced sleep. When I awoke in my bed at home, I awoke to find I was now a woman.

This appeals to me. The attitude of the elderly doctor just ignoring my desires. Acting, talking as if I wasn't there, zero regard for my thoughts and or feelings. He, they are just going to do whatever they seem necessary. A humiliating naked exam. Making me stand by or lay on the table with no cover, totally naked while they discuss my fate. Not allowing me to cover myself up with my hands. Pushing or slapping my hands away, telling me there is no need for that. Making me feel bad for wanting to cover up. Perhaps examining and touching me inappropriately but ignoring my protests.

… an elderly doctor friend to check my growth. After humiliating visit, always naked, the elderly doctor suggests to my tutor to continue to make me, at least once a week, abundant and warm enema to hold for 10 minutes. I am convinced that I do not need continuous enemas as the elderly doctor says,…

It is more of an attitude for me. A strict and authoritative one with little to no regard for my input.

Not a fantasy but my best punishment enema sessions were at the now defunct London Enema Clinic. Nanny Denise would have me naked up on the examination couch and checking my genitals asked when I had last played with my self. After my cofession she would annouce that I would receive the enema naughty boys like me deserved . Using a long colon tube and silicone bag she would fill me with 2 pints or more of warm soapy water. I was then made to turn over on my stomach and she then proceeded to give me 12 or more hard strokes with one of her senior rattan canes. The I had to sit on an old fashioned earthenware bedpan to expex while she teased me with nipple clamps occasionally stroking my penis to tease. Finally after expulsion and cleaning up more caning followed to finally be taken by her strap on. It must now be 10 years since the clinic closed regrettably I have never found anyone to top those punishment sessions.

I've been messing around in school. Again. So I'm ordered to see the school nurse for punishment. I am made to strip and placed over the nurses knee where she gives me a sound spanking. I am sent to the corner to wait while she prepares a hot soapy enema which I do not want. I am again placed over her knee and the inflatable nozzle is inserted. Then for the rules: she will begin spanking me increasing intensity until I ask for the enema. The enema then will start and continue until done or I ask for it to stop. If I stop it before it's done, then the spanking begins again and continues until I again ask for the enema. The spanking starts. First with her hand but then with the hair brush. It gets harder and harder until I ask for the enema. It's hot and soapy so I feel the pressure and the burn. This continues but I'm hit with a huge cramp and beg her to stop. Just as I hear the click, I feel the brush again on my very sore butt. After a few minutes, I again beg her to stop and again the spanking continues. This continues for a full 30 minutes until the bag is empty. I'm allowed to empty but of course….there is the rinse……..

My fantasy has always involved punishment enemas with whipping and nipple torture. This makes me melt. A firm man, yet sensous telling me it’s for my own good and restrained. Ahhhhhhhh ectasy with agony which causes the two to mesh resulting in such a powerful climax it’s painful. Yet it makes me so happy.

My fantasy has always involved punishment enemas with whipping and nipple torture. This makes me melt. A firm man, yet sensuous telling me it’s for my own good and restrained. Ahhhhhhhh ectasy with agony which causes the two to mesh resulting in such a powerful climax it’s painful. Yet it makes me so happy.

Giving a sensuous punishment enema, to a restrained receiver, that combines pain and pleasure is my ultimate fantasy. It is “always for her own good…” 🌹

Ahhhh so many great ideas here. I love getting a strict punishment enema. My fantasy would be a very dominant nurse who strips me naked. Perhaps with other people watching. Over the knee spankings following by several very large hot soapy enemas with big nozzles. If there's any leaking, I'm assured more spankings followed by the inflatable nozzle and double the retention time.

I had a recent nightmare. I dreamed either me, or someone else, was going to get an enema. I don't remember a face in the dream, but I think it was a man. I remember seeing about 3 black nozzles. I don't really give, but I think I was in this dream. The house we were in was entered by some cops, and they arrested us for playing perversion. They acted like it was just every day things. It was terrifying, and I remember them saying we had to appear in a pre-court session, and then I found out I had to take off of work, too. I was freaking out in the dream, that everyone I knew would find out about this, as I had no desire to be outed.