MstrNick 2002 ©
I give my wife, Annie, an enema and spanking every Sunday morning. I do this not because she has been disobedient, but rather as a reminder to remain obedient. If she is disobedient during the week, I punish her harshly and immediately.
On Sunday mornings Annie gets out of bed, strips off her nighty, and begins preparing my breakfast. When it is ready, she wakes me with a kiss. She serves me my breakfast in the nude, and speaks only when spoken to. On Sunday mornings she is my “naked maid.” When I am done eating she clears the dishes away and then presents herself for her training.
She stands nude before me while I scold her for any minor offenses she has committed. (Things that were too minor to punish her for, but which she could still improve on.) Annie is very well trained. (Although it took some time to achieve this.) Most Sundays it is not necessary to scold her for anything. Rather, I praise her for doing her duties so well. I explain to her that the spanking and enema she is about to get are only gentle reminders to keep up the good work. She tells me that she understands, and that she enjoys pleasing me.
Now it is time for the spanking. Annie lays across my lap. She keeps her knees straight. Her toes and hands are on the floor to help her balance. I ask her if she is ready and she always responds, “Yes Sir.” I spank Annie with my bare hand. I do not keep track of the number of blows, or the time. I spank until her bottom is a glowing pink, and she squirms in arousal and discomfort.
When the spanking is over, she stands up. Her face is flushed, her hair is out of place, and there are often tears in her eyes. She is beautifully disheveled. I cannot help but tell Annie that I love her. She tells me that she loves me too, and tries to lure me into sex in order to avoid the second stage of her training. It is tempting, but I resist the urge. I knowing that we will have all afternoon to play.
I lead Annie to the bathroom where she kneels as she watches me prepare her enema. Two quarts of warm water with two tablespoons of castile soap mixed in. Annie lays on her left side on the bath mat. I hang the bag high on the shower curtain rod. I put on rubber gloves, and apply a generous glob of lubricant to Annie’s rectum. I massage it in thoroughly, inserting a greasy finger into her anus. (I think Annie is more humiliated by having my finger up her ass than she is by any other part of the training.)
I lubricate the nozzle and gently insert it. If Annie complains of any discomfort, I withdraw and re-lubricate the nozzle and try again. I open the clamp, and start the flow. It is usually not long until Annie gets a cramp and begs for me to stop it. If the cramp is bad, I close the clamp, but usually, it is enough to rub her belly and encourage her to “be brave” and “tough it out.”
When all two quarts are in her, I remove the tube and remind Annie, “No Leaks!” I help her to her feet. She is a little wobbly as I lead her to the den. She stands facing the wall while I read the Sunday paper. She is not allowed to speak during this time. Annie can withstand just about anything, but not being allowed to talk, and being ignored are truly punishments for her. (The truth is I couldn’t ignore her if I tried. We’ve done this for years, and I’ve never got past reading the headlines in the paper. How can I ignore that beautiful pink squirming ass?)
After about twenty minutes I simply say “You may go.” Annie says, “Thank you Sir,” and heads for the bathroom. I grin as I watch her quick step. Her hands often squeezing here ass cheeks together. She can never decide whether to run to get there quicker, or walk slowly to avoid any shaking. I wait a few minutes until I hear the toilet flush, and then I follow her to the bathroom. She is still sitting on the toilet, waiting for any last remnants of the enema to work their way out.. I usually bend over and kiss her mouth. She has a contented glow about herself now.
I rinse any soap out of the bag, and refill it with plain water. Again, I hang it from the shower curtain rod. “Ready for your rinse?” I ask. Annie replies with a resigned, “I guess so.” She wipes and gets down on all fours. I put on the gloves and lubricate the nozzle. Her anus is much looser now, but I lubricate it too. The nozzle is inserted, and I start the flow. This one is much easier for Annie to take. There is no soap, and she has much more room insider her now.
When the bag is empty I withdraw the nozzle. We wait about ten minutes. While we are waiting, we discuss what we will do today. Perhaps we read the entertainment section of the paper, but odds are we won’t be leaving the house! Annie may spend the time giving me head. For some reason, it is a real turn on to get a blow job from a woman holding in an enema.
After ten minutes, I give Annie permission to relieve herself. We usually shower together and head for the bedroom where the real fun begins, but that’s another story….
