With that, Sue took her turn. She wanted her enema standing up, bending over at the waist to allow mom to make the preparations, jumping just a bit when mom's finger slipped into her butt hole while applying the jelly. With the nozzle inserted, mom opened the clasp and the liquid flowed for the second time.
A Lesson For Dani. When Danielle’s father remarried, his young wife Elise insisted on a summer-long honeymoon in Europe. Dani wasn’t invited, of course: instead, she was sent to live with her stepmother’s relatives in Oklahoma, Aunt Connie, Uncle Ted, and her two new step-cousins, Rebecka and Timothy. Dani knew her Aunt and Uncle were ...Estimated Reading Time: 6 mins
I used to get an enema after every spanking. Not as a part of the punishment, but because my mother was an anti-constipation fanatic and in her opinion, constipation was a leading cause of naughty behavior. She felt that if you needed a spanking, then you certainly needed an enema too!
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The spanking seemed to last forever as I cried and begged her to stop. Finally she did, setting me back on the floor. "Now maybe you'll coorperate," she said. I said that I could probably do it if she left me alone. Doubt crossed her face but she handed me the bottle and left the room. In a few minutes I came out, my pants back up, and handed ...
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Many that enjoy a hot bottom also enjoy an enema. I think more women than men delight in them. This post is for them. Contemplation A Party? You sit on it forcing the water in. Kinda novel But why is it done in a basement? On Staten Island, she will spank you and give you…
Suppository, spanking, rectal thermometer, panty pooping, diaper mess, punishment, age regression, humiliation. Complete reading time 24 minutes. Backstory to the regression / suppository discipline. My daddy has divorced and remarried a year later with a woman named Susan who had two daughters around the same age as me: Erica and Lydia.Estimated Reading Time: 8 mins
Imagination or fact, I’m not sure which, but the enemas seemed to become hotter, soapier and a lot larger in volume. Also, at the same time, I was receiving more and more spankings from Aunt Ginny. I guess, up until about age 5, I do not ever remember receiving a major spanking from her.Estimated Reading Time: 10 mins
On Monday, I was given normal underwear. She then pulled out the nozzle and put a piece of toilet tissue up against my anus and escorted me to the toilet. Loading Comments I kept crying quietly. Susan decided to keep all of us at home. To get to the lookout point we had to walk for about an hour both ways. I was a total wreck! Save Cancel. Talk [ View Emoticons ] Notice: Copies of your message may remain on this and other systems on internet. She has allowed me to wear skirts but she has changed her mind in the last seconds. I kept details around each week relatively short. I enjoyed this very much and was only frustrated by the fact that when I tried to explore lower she always stopped me. Shame, fear, excitement, anticipation, they were all there but still are not descriptive enough. The next sound I heard was as she hung the enema bag from the towel rack. It was not unusual to walk past a drug store and see an enema bag in the window. All the other times she would go to great length to make sure I got my enemas just the way she wanted. I will never in my life be able to put into words the feelings I was having at this moment. Susan smiled and took me to my room afterward. Jane climbed off the chair and walked cautiously to the bathroom which was just next to the kitchen. That would have been OK. He was puking while he was asleep. Lily, me and the other girls were watching the cartoons together from that point. When the nozzle was in place she began to lecture me on how she wanted me to take the enema. Week 14 and onward From the weeks following, I have not received any other discipline from mommy. After I was naked, she ordered me to get down on my knees facing the bathtub and bend over the edge of the tub so that my head was actually in the tub and my bottom sticking up in the air she kept telling me to move further and further over the edge of the tub so that finally my cheek was resting on the floor of the tub and my bottom sticking almost straight up. Did you ever get spanked for snooping? After awhile, they came in and talked to me about why I was going to be punished. I told her that I fantasized about giving her an enema. For the road, she prepared a bottle of sweet tasting smoothie for me. So lets just say you have this sweet, shy, awkward young lady staying with you and she was really intelligent and well behaved, but was kind of lazy about some things, could be really annoying and irritating real quick and you caught her snooping. I certainly knew I wasn't the only one. Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:. Mid-week, Susan told me that she does not trust me pooping at home either. We were laying in her bed at the time because I used to always sleep with her when she took care of me. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Good to hear from you again, even if you didn't even check in with me. She told me that she has just called her doctor friend who told her that the toxins I eat are the reason for my disobedience. I have only wanted to watch one of my favorite shows on Wednesday, after which another argument broke out and Susan has spanked me again. This left only me. After the lunch, Susan stepped next to me, knelt down and told me how proud she is of me. On Staten Island, she will spank you and give you an enema. Next Next post: Erotic Spanking. What if you couldn't hold it? When I have asked my teacher to let me out to the toilet during one of the classes, Lydia stood up as well and started walking with me. I got my last spanking the summer before my junior year in college. When we were very young, we got enemas with the bulb syringe, but as we got older, we'd receive them from the enema bag which was hung from the towel rack in the kitchen or from the clothesline outside. I had no idea what she meant by this, however, I knew something bad will happen when she asked the girls to grab me. I could not hold it back and pissed myself. I was being diapered during the week every day. What do you think her calves got whipped with? Susan told me that she had a better idea: she wanted me to start wearing diapers which were cheaper to buy for her than the specially padded briefs. Mom stopped the flow a couple times, but finally emptied the entire 48 ounces of fluid into her offspring.
Please note This is a fantasy and by no means encourages or condones any behavior written below. The characters in the story play out a scenario where abusive behavior is turned into a fetish. Anyone want to act this out anyway, please make sure consent is established long before anything else. Every week covers a different stage of age regression. I kept details around each week relatively short. However, I am planning to extend a story or two in the future. Themes Suppository, spanking, rectal thermometer, panty pooping, diaper mess, punishment, age regression, humiliation. My daddy has divorced and remarried a year later with a woman named Susan who had two daughters around the same age as me: Erica and Lydia. I was about 8 at this time. The two families have moved in quickly together because daddy was in the army and he could not take care of me alone. Sometimes I did not see him for month at a time. From the very first moment I hated my foster mom; Susan was pretentious, fake and annoying. The way she talked to me gave me the impression that she felt the same way towards me. Her daughters Erica and Lydia were also very rude and mean to me so that did not help things either. I was going through some tough time: the divorce and my biological moms moving to a foreign country utterly destroyed my chances of seeing her more than once every years. I have called her on her first name instead. The girls kept calling me names so I threw some of their dolls at them. Susan came in mad and spanked me straight away. I retreated back to the corner of the room crying. She left the room with the girls and returned in a few minutes with all of them smiling. She told me that she has just called her doctor friend who told her that the toxins I eat are the reason for my disobedience. As a result, she had to clean me out. I had no idea what she meant by this, however, I knew something bad will happen when she asked the girls to grab me. The two girls Lydia was of my age — 8 years, while Erica was one 1 year older grabbed me and pushed me on the bed. I started begging for mercy and not to be spanked again. Susan walked up to us and pulled down my pants again. I really thought I will get another spanking, instead, I felt Susan inserting something in my butt. I took me by surprise, so I cried up even louder. This will clean you out in a few minutes. I jumped up and ran to the toilet screaming, where I have relieved myself. When I returned from the bathroom, Susan was waiting for me still with the girls giggling. She asked me whether I have done a poop. After I said yes, she ordered the girls to hold me down again for another spanking. I broke down again crying and promised Susan to behave properly. However, she told me that next Sunday — and every Sunday from now on — I have to ask one of the girls for a suppository. I was both shocked and speechless. I decided to nod to this instead of risking another spanking. Over the next week, the girls kept telling when and what cartoons I should watch. I have only wanted to watch one of my favorite shows on Wednesday, after which another argument broke out and Susan has spanked me again. Susan has also taken away my Tetris and gave me an old Teddy Bear instead. I was afraid of spanking, but I did not want the new toy. I decided to hid it at one point and told Susan I lost it. I ended up getting a spanking for losing it. I decided to be obedient from that point on and maybe by Sunday I can watch my cartoons again. While watching it, Susan entered the room and asked the girls to hold me down again. I protested and started crying, but the two girls were too strong for me to get out of the situation. I got another suppository forced inside me, while the girls giggled and Susan scorned me. On the Sunday of the second week, I have asked for the suppository at the lunch table. Susan smiled and took me to my room afterward. The girls appeared a few minutes later, when I was lying on my bed with my pants pulled down. Susan told the girls they have to watch her giving me one so that they can do it starting from the next week. This time, getting a suppository did not hurt. I had to hold it in for 5 minutes before Susan told me that I can visit the toilet.
Did you ever get a switching? I did what she said and she was right, the cramps went away. The spanking was over! It was one of those wooden hairbrushes with the big flat oval back and I recall thinking to myself at the time that when she bought it she must have had other things in mind to do with the hairbrush other than brush her hair. Many of us got one as a child and were hooked on them. I have another new territory post scheduled for next week. Home Writing. Mommy reached with a huge smile. After my bath she took me to my bedroom and sat on the bed next to me and began to talk. We children expected to get spanked. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. However, I am planning to extend a story or two in the future. And you might get a second spanking first! Week 9 — Sickness and taking the temperature rectally On Tuesday morning, I felt really sick. After I was naked, she ordered me to get down on my knees facing the bathtub and bend over the edge of the tub so that my head was actually in the tub and my bottom sticking up in the air she kept telling me to move further and further over the edge of the tub so that finally my cheek was resting on the floor of the tub and my bottom sticking almost straight up. I could not hold it back and pissed myself. I should not bother the guests. Timothy only licked his lips and smiled enigmatically. I think you are having a sugar rush. She used the douche nozzle. After awhile, they came in and talked to me about why I was going to be punished. If you wanted to stay out later this evening you could have done that. Dani knelt down, peering into the brightly lit bathroom. You must be logged in to post a comment. I need you to poop right in there. I have never experienced an enema, but would be open to the experience. We actually bought a kit last year and then never tried it. Did she do it because you had dirty panties? Dani knew her Aunt and Uncle were strict, some kind of reformed Christians, with very conservative views, but she was shocked when, after her first dinner at their house, Aunt Connie ordered Rebecka to strip to her shoes and ankle socks and bend over the back of the sofa for a spanking. My daddy has divorced and remarried a year later with a woman named Susan who had two daughters around the same age as me: Erica and Lydia. The characters in the story play out a scenario where abusive behavior is turned into a fetish. Susan came in mad and spanked me straight away. I kept details around each week relatively short. I do not remember the details of this terrible spanking, but I do remember me screaming begging and having the quite specific thought run through my mind that I might die. I made a screech but then I sealed my mouth shut. Her belly looked slightly swollen, Dani thought, the enema filling her up like a water balloon. I was afraid of spanking, but I did not want the new toy. Leave a Reply Cancel reply You must be logged in to post a comment. On Sunday, Susan told me that from now on, she will take my temperature rectally every week. Saw her get marched in to moms bed room and heard the results, that is. One year in high school I had gym Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Stephanie Special Whites. My older sister, Jane, confided one time that she sometimes faked being sick so she would get an enema. Anyway, boy was I wrong!! We both thought that MOST of the spankings were necessary. She followed this up with a rectal thermometer. As the water began to flow, I could see that my sister was enjoying it, although she fainted a bit of discomfort, but kept moving her body on the kitchen table. During the week, I have also noticed that I started enjoying the cartoon the girls were watching. Then she applied gentle pressure, told me to just relax, and I felt that big black enema nozzle sliding up into my rectum, causing me to have another indescribable sensation. Timothy positioned himself beside the narrow crack and gestured for Dani to follow suit. Week 6 — Diapers This was probably the worst week among all. Sorry about all the questions.
We lived on a farm way out in the country where there were not too many visitors and, because our house was set well back from the seldom-traveled road, we had had a lot of privacy. I can remember, when we were preschool and even in the pre-teens, on hot summer days, instead of bathing in the hot bathroom, my two sisters and I would wash up outside, soaping ourselves and then using the garden hose to rinse. We didn't feel to self conscious about our bodies because we had seen each other nude so often, it really didn't seem unusual. However, we didn't talk about this with our friends because they would always joke about seeing their brothers or sisters bathing. We thought they were the unusual ones. We respected each other's privacy as we got older, but even occasionally when I was in late high school and my sisters would come home from college, we would go skinny dipping in the river which ran through our property. One thing about our parents, they treated us equally. When one person got sick, it seemed that all were considered to be sick and got some sort of medicine. This even happened when we got enemas. If anyone was sick or couldn't go to the bathroom, we all got enemas. We would go into the kitchen to undress during the winter or we would do this outside during the summer when it was warm. Mom always said there was no reason to hide in the house when there was so much wide open space and it was also cooler outdoors. When we were very young, we got enemas with the bulb syringe, but as we got older, we'd receive them from the enema bag which was hung from the towel rack in the kitchen or from the clothesline outside. We'd all undress and wait our turn, watching as the other got his or her enema. My older sister, Jane, confided one time that she sometimes faked being sick so she would get an enema. I told her that I fantasized about giving her an enema. We both laughed about that, looking forward to that day. And I think our parents, especially mom, enjoyed administering the enemas to our developing bodies. The last time we got a group enema was during the previous Christmas holiday. My sisters were both home from college. The oldest, age 22, said she was getting a stomach ache and it wasn't from any "woman" problem. We sort of disagreed, but didn't really disagree as mom went to the bathroom to retrieve the enema syringe and bag. She then mixed up a sink full of warm water, mixed in a small amount of Ivory soap flakes and said, "Okay, girls, young man, time to undress. We all sort of stood around the kitchen table and took off our, shoes, socks, shirts and slacks, getting down quickly to our underwear, then just stood there. We obediently doffed our underwear, the girls also slipping out of their bras. Jane had fully developed into woman with full breasted the dipped just a little, but still showed her full youthful beauty. Sue, 20, had maintained her "twin peaks" through daily workouts in the gym and playing junior varsity basketball in college. Mom spread her cheeks, spread a liberal amount of petroleum jelly and then inserted the syringe before lifting it about a foot or two above my sister's butt. As the water began to flow, I could see that my sister was enjoying it, although she fainted a bit of discomfort, but kept moving her body on the kitchen table. Mom stopped the flow a couple times, but finally emptied the entire 48 ounces of fluid into her offspring. Jane climbed off the chair and walked cautiously to the bathroom which was just next to the kitchen. With that, Sue took her turn. She wanted her enema standing up, bending over at the waist to allow mom to make the preparations, jumping just a bit when mom's finger slipped into her butt hole while applying the jelly. With the nozzle inserted, mom opened the clasp and the liquid flowed for the second time. Sue liked to take her enemas standing up because this gave her a change to move he legs a bit if cramps began to come. She would always do a little dance, sort of on her tiptoes. She had started doing this when she was about 12 or She said it made her relax, but I think this helped her enjoy the enema as it flowed into her body. The liquid flowed into her quite easily and she accepted all the water in just a couple minutes. Mom said the hold it for a while, then told her to use the downstairs bathroom because Jane was not yet done. This left only me. Mom loaded the bag again, telling me to take "the position I wanted. With that the jelly was applied and the hose inserted, causing a warm sensation through my body and causing my penis to become erect. My sisters always took notice of this when they had their enemas, but never said anything, believing any comments like this would end our common enema sessions which we all seemed to enjoy. I was not overly endowed, but it was enough to feel good when I brushed against the cold edge of the kitchen table. Just as I was finished taking the last of the water, my sister came out of the bathroom, allowing me to use this room. I walked by her and she reached out, grabbing my extended appendage as mom's back was turned. This also began the second, and sometimes a third round of enemas, these to rinse. Once we produced a clean flow of water it meant we were cleaned out. After we were pronounced clean, we would shower and get into fresh clothes. My sisters said they would continue this ritual if they had families and asked if I would do the same.