An Enema Story

   In my early teen years, I palled around with guy named Larry Snyder. 


He lived with his mother and his aunt, Gertrude Webber.  Gertrude was a


principal at an elementary school in our city.  She was the sole support


and indisputable head of that small three-person family.  Gertrude¹s build


was thin and angular, her manners were impeccable, her English was


perfect, and her demands for Larry¹s behavior were without compromise.




   When my parents went out for a late weekend evening, I was Larry¹s


guest overnight.  Larry and I got along well and his aunt and mom were


nice to me.




   I met Larry at school in the first days of our seventh grade.  In that


we lived only a block apart, we often walked to and from school together. 


Early in our acquaintanceship, Larry remarked that he had had a stomach


ache the previous evening and he had been given what he called a


³Washing.  A big red rubber bag with a long hose, you know?²




   ³An enema.²  I suggested, with considerable interest.  I asked who had


given it to him.




   ³My aunt and my mom.² Larry answered.




   ³Did you like it?² I asked.  In that the question was so unexpected,


the boy was taken aback by its directness.




   He stumbled a bit, but answered ³Well, kind of...²




   ³Oh,² I interrupted, ³I enjoy a good, warm, soapy enema.  It always


makes me feel so healthy.²  I went on telling Larry how my mother used a


black open-top bag, how she had me lie on my tummy, and how I enjoyed the


whole procedure.  I asked him a lot about the enema he¹d received the


previous evening ‹ like how big was it, the position he was required to


take while getting it, if it had soap, and if it worked very well.  He


warmed to the subject enjoying his telling, in great detail, all about it.




   As the kid and I got to be better friends, we talked about all the


usual stuff pubescent boys discuss, like masturbation, which we called


³jacking off,² heterosexual sex, of course, although it would be a long,


long time before we had that experience, and enemas.  




   I was the first to volunteer the fact that an enema made my ³cock long


and hard.²  Larry was eager to remark that his, too, got stiff when he got


an enema and that, sometimes as he got the treatment, he¹d ³shoot.²  If he


didn¹t do that, he told me, he¹d ³jack off² as he was emptying out.




   ³Doesn¹t your mom say something if you shoot while you¹re getting an


enema?² I asked in amazement.




   ³No.² he replied, ³besides, it¹s usually my aunt who gives me an enema,


and I don¹t think she knows it happens.²  In that Larry's aunt was too


sharp to miss much, I had trouble believing that.




   One Friday evening of a weekend in which I was the guest of Larry and


his family, we went to a movie at a neighborhood theater.  We enjoyed the


show so much that, when we got around to the place where we¹d come in,


Larry suggested we just sit through to the end.




   ³I dunno,²  I remarked.  ³Your aunt just might be upset.  You told her


we¹d come right home after this show.  She¹ll probably beat the shit out


of you!² I said, only half in jest.




   ³Ah, fuck her!²  said he in a most arrogant tone.




   ³I don¹t think so, big-shot,² said I.  ³She¹ll fuck you with a wire brush!²




   ³Nah.  You¹re fulla shit!²  Insisted the kid.  ³She¹ll have no way of


knowing how long the movie was, anyway.²




   I said nothing else, although I knew he¹d underestimated the smart


Gertrude Webber and I wasn¹t too pleased about being told I wasn¹t seeing


the matter accurately.




   When we did get home, Larry¹s aunt and mother greeted us as we entered


the apartment.  That was the last his mom would say to us, absenting


herself from what followed.  ³Good evening, Thomas,² Miss Webber said


politely.  ³And to you too, Lawrence.  You do know, of course, that you¹re


late.²  




   ³It was a long movie.² stated Larry, with chin a bit too far out and


manner a little too sure.




   ³Precisely.  I know how long it was.²  Said Gertrude with an edge in


her voice.  Then, becoming clearly angry, she continued ³You would have


been home twenty-eight minutes ago, but you doubtless stayed beyond the


point at which you had come in.  You saw the ending a second time.  Did


you not?²




   ³Well...² started the boy, now bereft of the arrogance of a moment before.




   ³Did you not?²  she fired like a pistol shot.  ³No matter,² she said,


with quiet firmness.  ³You disobeyed me and I will now punish you.  I


would like to punish you, too, Thomas, but since you¹re not my child, I


can¹t.  However, I will ask you to allow me to impose a penalty.²




   This scene of Gertrude Webber¹s anger had me shaken.  I didn¹t know


what to say.  I didn¹t want to incur her disapproval, so I just answered


with a tentative ³Okay.²




   ³Then, Lawrence, you¹ll go to your room, where you¹ll put on your gray


nightshirt  in which you¹ll receive a sound spanking and, Thomas, you¹ll


observe.²




   Oh Hell, I thought, I¹d be delighted to see Larry¹s ass tanned.  He¹d


been too damn cocky.  And, besides, I¹d get even with him for telling me I


was full of shit!




   Larry was now quite conciliatory as he pleaded with his aunt to not


spank him and to, please, not make me watch.  His pleas were, however, to


no avail.




   ³Get upstairs, Lawrence!² his aunt demanded as she tilted her


wristwatch into view.  ³Prepare yourself for your much-deserved


punishment.  You have three minutes from...now!²  Then, in a more kindly


tone, ³And, Thomas, you go along and get into your pajamas and robe.²




   Larry and I said nothing as we got into our night attire and he took a


seat on one of the twin beds.  His expression was a mixture of fear and


respect as his aunt entered the room.  He pleaded, ³I know the lesson. 


You don¹t have to spank me.  Please don¹t.  I¹ll never do that again.  I


promise.  Oh, please!²  




   Oblivious to the boy¹s begging, she sat down on the bed next to him and


demanded he lie across her lap.  She asked me to sit in a chair across the


room.  Larry did as he was instructed and his aunt lifted the tail of the


nightshirt exposing his bare buttocks.




   ³Lawrence² she said, ³you¹re being punished for disobedience and


arrogance.  Your tone when I asked you about your tardiness, was defiant. 


I can¹t have that.  Were you trying to show your friend here how tough you


were?  You¹re not that tough, are you?² she badgered.




   ³No.²




   ³Then take your punishment like an adult!²




   Increasing the suspense, Gertrude allowed a few long seconds to


elapse.  Then she dew back her hand almost as far as her shoulder would


allow, and she brought it down on Larry's butt with an explosive crack! 


Almost immediately, Larry yelped and again, his aunt whacked him ‹ hard. 


She then allowed three or four seconds to pass between spanks as she


continued to bring her open hand down on her nephew¹s back side. 


Whack...whack...whack until his butt was a rosy red and Larry was crying


loudly.  Finally, she stopped.




   I was aghast, but I noticed my young dick had developed a raging hard-on.




   She instructed the boy to stand as she handed an open box of tissues


from the night stand.  ³You know, Lawrence, your aunt loves you.  She


wants you to be a good, upstanding, humble person.²




   ³Yes, ma¹am.² responded the boy, still sobbing and sniffing.  ³I¹m


sorry.  I love you, too, aunt Gertrude.²  It was a tender moment as the


aunt hugged the sobbing adolescent.




   ³Now, we have another piece of business.²  she said.  ³Your mother


tells me your bowels didn¹t move today.  Or yesterday either, for that


matter.  Is that right?²




   ³Yes, ma¹am.²




   ³Then, you know I¹m going to have to give you an enema and, Thomas, as


part of your continuing punishment, I¹ll ask you to observe this event,


too.²




   Again, I was very pleased.  I¹d never seen anyone get an enema and it


was with considerable enthusiasm ‹ which I believe I successfully hid ‹


that I responded ³Of course, Miss Webber.²




   ³Get the footstool from the living room, Lawrence.  Thomas, do you need


to go to the bathroom?²  When I responded to the negative, Miss Webber


instructed me to follow her into the bathroom where she gestured toward a


short stool on which I seated myself.  




     This was, obviously, a routine Larry was used to.  He¹d mentioned the


footstool once when he was telling me about an enema he¹d received, but I


didn¹t quite understand just how it fit in.  Momentarily, he reappeared


with the thing and placed it in the middle of the bathroom floor.  From


the linen closet, he took a part of an old plastic table cloth and a


towel, which he placed, plastic first, over the footstool.  Concurrent to


this business, Miss Webber was removing from a drawer under the linen


cabinet, the only thing in there, a dark red open-top enema syringe, with


dark red hose and short, stubby, black nozzle.  




   The boy sat on the footstool while his aunt ran water into the tub,


regulated it for temperature, and half-filled the enema bag.  From the


soap dish, she took a fresh bar of Ivory and immersed it in the bag.  For


a few long minutes, she worked the soap in her hand, dissolving a goodly


amount in solution.  She then filled the bag to over-


flowing and I saw rich, thick suds spill down the side.




   As she hung the bag on a hook next to the medicine cabinet and sat on


the toilet seat lid, she instructed her nephew to ³Take the position


now.²   The boy knelt at the end of the stool and lay across its length. 


He grasped the feet on the end opposite his knees.




   I had a clear view of Larry¹s still quite red butt as Miss Webber


flipped the tail of the nightshirt up, swiped that stubby nozzle in a jar


of Vaseline, and placed the greased thing against his anus.  ³Ready,


honey?²  she asked.




   In a soft voice that cracked as though his throat needed clearing, he


answered ³Oh, yes.²  Then with clarity,  ³Yes, please, Aunt Gertrude!²




   With a twisting, pushing motion, she inserted the nozzle.  My raging


hard-on had returned as the woman clicked open the clamp.  The snap seemed


to startle the boy.  She partially pinched the hose and I could barely


notice the emptying of the syringe as she softly encouraged her young


patient.




   ³You¹re doing so well, sweetheart,² she¹d say. ³You¹ll feel so much


better when it¹s over.  Enemas aren¹t pleasant, I know, but constipation¹s


miserable, isn¹t it?  Aunt Gertrude wants you to feel well.²




   ³Oh, yes.  I know you do.  Really.²  said the boy.  Evidently,  he


appeared to be struggling to take it, his grip on the front feet of the


stool tightening as if in some desperation.




   ³I know it¹s hard, honey.  Since you¹ve been constipated for two days,


I put a lot of soap in this time and that makes it difficult, but you know


it¹s necessary to properly wash out those poisons.  Take deep breaths,


now.  Does Thomas¹ presence make you nervous?²




   ³No,² said Larry ‹ between gasps ‹ with a tone of slight surprise. 


³It's okay.  But, please stop it for a minute!²




   ³Of course, dear.²  assured Gertrude as she tightly pinched the


tubing.  After what was probably a full minute, she allowed a slow


infusion to resume.  I noticed her face was a bit flushed and her


expression one of contentment.  She seemed to be enjoying the task as she


very slowly gave Larry his enema.   With my hands in my bathrobe pockets,


playing with my hard cock, I was enjoying the spectacle.




   In what had probably been a good fifteen minutes from the time she


started giving the cleansing, Larry seemed to be relaxing.  He¹d taken


almost half of the bag.  He took a little more before advising he could


hold no more.  




   ³I¹ll help you.² said Gertrude as she snapped the shut-off closed and


pressed the nozzle more tightly against the boy¹s anus.  She gripped his


buttocks, pinching them together.  She, almost imperceptibly and very


slowly, slid the nozzle almost all the way out.  Then she reinserted it.




   I watched with great interest and excitement as she moved the thing


very slowly in and out a few more times.  In a short time, Larry seemed


once again to relax.  




   ³Okay now honey?² she inquired.




   ³Yes.  It¹s better.²




   Snap!  She released the clamp, the enema flowed unimpeded by her


pinching fingers and Larry did some grunting! 




   At first, I didn¹t understand, but I soon perceived Larry was coming! 


He was having orgasm right into the towel under his dick.  He was fairly


quiet about it, but he still let out some rhythmic sounds for more than a


few seconds.  I saw the hose in his rectum wiggle and his aunt remark


³That¹s fine, Lawrence.  Take your enema.²




   ³Oh, I...² was all he said.




   ³That¹s fine, honey²  his aunt, interrupting, assured him.  I wasn¹t


quite sure why.  If I saw Larry having orgasm I thought, surely, Gertrude


did too.  But maybe not.  She clicked shut the clamp but continued to


press the nozzle against the boy¹s anus for a good minute or maybe even a


little longer.  ³Now,² she continued, slowly withdrawing the nozzle and


placing it up in the washbowl, ³you may get up and expel.²  




   She stood up, flipped the seat lid open and Larry, holding the towel


over his lap, stepped over to the toilet, sat down and began expelling.




   ³You¹ll stay with Lawrence won¹t you, Thomas?²  




   As I agreed to the lady¹s wishes, I decided that, one day, I¹d like it


if I could get her to give me an enema!