Enemas and spanking before hand to relax your butt and encourage cooperation just seem to go together.
Enjoy a story to get you in the mood.
Country B & B
Some years back when I first started in the farm seed sales business I was away from home at least one week a month. By the end of the week I was tired, miserable, and longing for some home cooking. Suddenly I saw a sign ahead which read “Mother’s B & B; clean rooms, hot showers and good food. My car turned onto a dirt road and about ½ mile farther on stood a beautiful three story farm house with a sign that read Mother’s B & B.
I stopped, and was pleasantly surprised by the attractive middle age woman who owned the establishment, that a room was available. She showed me to a large second floor room with a private bath, and view of the surrounding mountains and lake.
I thanked her and said I just wanted to take a shower and lay down awhile; that’s when I asked if she had anything for an upset stomach. She asked if I was a salesman and if I had been on the road for awhile. When I said yes I had she replied, “I think I have just what you need; why don’t you take your shower and try to relax while I get you something. As she was leaving I asked what her name was; to which she replied “most everyone just calls me Mommy”. Yeah sure that’ll be the day I thought.
When I finished my shower I noticed a pair of pink panties hanging on the towel rack and started fantasizing about their owner. I slipped them on, and wrapped a towel over them and went to lie down. Shortly after I heard the door open and saw “Mommy” coming in carrying some extra towels and stuff. She said I was probably all tense from driving all day and that a good backrub would help. She bade me, remove my pajama top, lie down on my stomach and just let her rub my back with some cream. While she was massaging my back she asked if I noticed a pair of panties hanging in the bathroom. She said her previous guest had called while she was downstairs. She also said it might just be an excuse for the young lady to come back for another stay. I almost choked, and lied that I had not seem them, but if I do I will be sure to let her know.
She kept talking and rubbing and I was really starting to feel better when the conversation returned to her prior guest. It seemed that she too was a salesperson and also had had a stomach ache when she arrived. I asked if she had helped her, and if so, if she thought
the same medicine could help me? Mommy replied, “My procedure is always effective, safe and fast acting. “Wow” I said and asked just what that might be. She leaned forward bringing her lips close to my ear, her right hand came down and rested on my behind, her finger traced my most sensitive crack and she whispered in my ear, “A Nice Warm Soapy Enema”.
I blushed red and wanted to disappear, then I heard her say, “first lets take your temperature”. Her hand reached for my towel and pulled it off. Then she exclaimed,” well now, I do believe I’ve found those missing panties; you naughty boy”. Smack, Smack! “Mommy’s going to have to have a talk with you” as she smacked my backside. Next she lowerd those panties and smacked my bare butt as she said “shame on you lying to Mommy”, smack, smack, smack. “We have to talk young man.”
Next she took hold of me ear and led me to a chair. As I approached her I saw a folded towel resting on the vanity table next to her; a portion of which was laid back and I could see what looked like a hair brush without the bristles. She reached out and took my hand, leading me to her. As I stood motionless before her she said “Naughty boys and girls have to learn not to take things that don’t belong to them and especially not to lie. Mommy’s going to have to give you a good Old FashionedSpanking”. With that she reached up and took hold of the waist band of my panties, lowering them and draped me across her lap. As I lay there I couldn’t believe what had just happened, I was still catching up with events when I heard a swooshing sound followed by a loud slap and a burning sensation across my behind. My head snapped up and the air was sucked out of me so I couldn’t even scream, Whoosh, smack, yowl. I reached behind to cover my butt only to have Mommy grab my wrist and pin it to my waist., and so it went till I was crying like a baby. Next she stretched one of my cheeks upward to expose that sensitive area where the behind meets the upper thigh, whoosh, smack, whoosh, smack. All sense of propriety was now gone and I was balling like a baby; listening to myself cry Pleeeze Mommy I’m sorry, pleeeze Mommy, pleeeze. Next she paused and repositioned me over one knee and wrapped her other leg behind my legs, locking me in a scissor grip; then came the paddle. I don't ever remember a more painful, discipline spanking in my entire life.
A good spanking should not only be painful, but embarrassing and even downright humiliating; hearing yourself begging and crying. Well I certainly learned a valuable lesson that afternoon. I would never lie to “Mommy” again. When she finally stopped she set me down on my knees in front of her and hugged me and held my face in her bosom. As my tears soaked her blouse I could see the nipples of her firm breasts pressing against the cloth of her blouse, there softness caressing my face. At that moment I felt more loved and aroused then I could ever remember; not since my mother had last spanked me.
While I lay with my head in her lap recovering she whispered that I should go lay down while she prepared a warm soapy enema for me. After your enema we’ll talk again about taking things that don’t belong to you, and telling lies. I was mortified. When she came back in she was carrying a large red enema bag with little soapy bubbles running down the side. She bade me to lay across her lap while she administered my enema. First I felt her cool slippery fingers spreading my butt cheeks and touching my most sensitive place, and hearing her say “take a deep breath now” while her finger gently slid up inside me, slowly sliding back and forth relaxing my bun hole. Then came the enema nozzle and the rush of warm soapy water filling my bottom.
When she finished she gently massaged my tummy to get the cleansing water into all those “nooks & crannies” as she liked to call them. Finally I was allowed to go relive myself. Wow I felt so relieved, so un-bloated, so weak. I washed up and returned to my bedroom, only to see “Mommy” sitting there waiting for me. I wondered what she wanted now.
“Come here young man, it’s time we had another talk”.