Detoxification

KJP

When I was sixteen I got caught drinking with some of my friends. I was under age but still drunk. We were all taken to detox. I was scared out of my wits and I knew that my parents would go ballistic. This is what transpired after the cops took us to detoxification.

We were all led with hand cuffs on and sat on a bench. The cops gave the man behind the desk some papers. One by one we were led away down the hall. A lady led me to a room and she opened the door for me. I walked into a small room where she made me change into a hospital gown.

"What are you going to do?" I asked with tears in my eyes as she was fiddling with some tubing that ran from a machine.

"We're going detox your system....now come over here and lay on your belly for me."

I looked at the padded table and she patted it with her hand. I held my gown closed and got onto the table. I saw that it had a crease in it as I slowly rolled over. The lady placed a pillow under my head then took my hands and brought them to the tables corners where she hand cuffed me. She did the same with my feet. I was now spread in a four point hold and my heart raced and my breathing quickened.

"Now I need to place some straps around your back...don't be afraid this wont hurt."

She placed wide straps over my body one on my upper chest one across my waist and the last one at the small of my back. I was now tight to the tables top.

"How long will I have to stay like this?"

"Just until you blow 0's for us."

I took a deep sigh...I know that the breathalyzer had read 0.29.

"Ok Hun the table is going to move you into position now....don't be scared."

The table started to move and it bent me almost in half raising my behind up and my head down a bit. My gown had now fallen to my sides so that my bottom was exposed. My legs were now straight down and slightly toward my body to push my bottom out even further.

"You're doing great...now just relax and I will get you a sheet."

I watched as she brought over a sheet and placed it over my body. I felt her position the sheet on my bottom. I could feel cool air right where my hole was back there.

"What are you going to do?" I started to cry.

"I'm going to hook you up to the detoxification machine."

"But ...where?"

"In your rectum dear...now just be a good girl and relax."

"Oh I don't want it....no...please...I promise I wont drink anymore."

"Now...now....we need to get those toxins out of you...this is the best way."

I could see behind me but I heard the snap of gloves being put on.

"Now just a little lube on your bottom here." I felt her finger at my hole and my body jumped a bit.

I felt guy stuff being spread all around my hole and then her finger went up into me.

"Oh...oweee....it hurts....owe…." I started to sob as she violated my hole back there.

"You are quite tight...I need to do some massage to be able to insert the nozzle."

I sobbed some more as her finger twisted and turned and pulled on my private part....Oh god why did this have to happen to me. I thought.

"Now just relax.....it will be much worse if your all tense back here."

I tried to relax but couldn't. Her finger would leave me then more goo would be applied and her finger would work my hole again. This is so embarrassing to have someone play with your hole while your covered with only that spot showing.

"Now I'm going to insert the nozzle...this will be a little uncomfortable....it's a little large to accommodate both hoses. One will fill your colon and the other will drain it....Now try and bear down for me...it will make insertion easier."

I felt something at my opening and I was crying out for her to stop. She tried to get me to bear down but I just cried hoping that if I didn't she would be able to impale me with the nozzle.

"Oheeeee.....oh it's too big...get it out...out...please." I screamed as the thing was forced up inside me and now hung out of my hole. It felt huge and it went in real deep.

"Need to inflate a little cuff...so that it won't be able to dislodge."

She ignored my pleas to the the thing out and just continued to work. I felt my anus start to stretch some as something was being blown up.

"Owe...oweeeeee...oh god...don't hurt me anymore."

"You're fine you just need to relax and let me work."

My anus stretched open some more as the hissing continued and I tossed my head from one side to the other on the small pillow.

"Now all snug....I'm going to start the detoxification now.....we will be in from time to time to check on you and take a breathalyzer."

I heard a click...then some humming I felt water start to go into my bottom and I cried out.

"It's tooo hot...oh god."

"You will get a hot then a cold enema to hold...this stimulates the colon and will absorb the toxins...You just relax dear and let the detox work."

I heard the door open then close. I called out for them not to leave me here like this. My anus pulsed around the big thing that was in me and I could feel the humming of the machine. The hot water was warming my insides and I called out for help as my tummy got a cramp. I could feel myself filling up and I had no way of relieving the pain or the fullness that built in me. I started to cry.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore the machine stopped humming and started to make loud clicks.....Like it was timing something. I moaned and grunted and tossed my head back and forth on the pillow.

"Oh...please someone get this out of me." I cried. But the room was empty except for me with a big thing in my bottom. The machine then made a beep and I felt some relief as I felt and heard the trickle of water drain from me. I laid there panting as my body emptied. Soon a louder hum started and this time my insides started to fill with ice cold water.

"OH........PLEASE........TAKE...IT OUT." I yelled as the cold water made it's way into my body and I shivered. My tummy cramped harder trying to rid itself of the cold water that was now way up in me. I tried to relax but the cold made my body tighten and a cold sweat broke out on my face. The humming quit and then the clicks started again. The machine made me hold the cold water in me for a long time before it drained it out.

Once I felt relief the hot water gushed into once more and I cried out again. This went on for a long time having cold and hot water pushed into my body. I vowed right then never to drink again. After a couple hours a man and the lady came back. The thing was still hanging out of my bottom and they raised the head of the table flat.

"Here take a deep breath and blow into this." The man brought a tube to my mouth. I now had my chin on the pillow. I took a deep breath and blew into the hand held machine. He turned it so I could see and it said 0.18. I grunted at the result. The table was lowered again and I asked for them to stop this.

"We're going to turn up the detoxification a bit...you will have to hold more water."

"No...please....I want to go home...." I cried. I heard the humming again and the door opened then closed as the cold water filled my insides and this time the cramps were harder and my belly hurt from the increased amount. There was now here to sleep or even rest due to my discomfort. I would nap a bit as the machine drained me just to be hit with the hot or cold water that would enter me. It felt funny having something in my hole back there but soon my anus stopped hurting.

After several hours of laying on that table my alcohol level was slowly going down and I asked the lady how much longer.

"Four to six hours I would guess....you were quite drunk."

The detoxification wore on and on and it was a good six hours that I laid there with that thing in my butt. Finally I blew into the machine and it came back 0's. I was so relieved that I was going to be let up from this torture.

The thing hurt when the lady pulled it out of me. But I was so exhausted that I just grunted. The lady unstraped me and stood me up. I then got dressed and was led down the hall. I was taken through a door where my parents waited. I could see the stern look on there faces.

At home I was sent to my room. I was so glad to get into bed. My head hurt and my bottom hurt as well from the abuse it had suffered. I dressed in my night shirt and crawled into bed. Just then my Mom opened the door.

"Get up your father want to see you in the living room."

I got up and put on my robe and made my way out to the living room. Daddy was sitting in one of the dinning room chairs by the table.

"Sit down child."

I sat at the table across from him and we talked about how I went out and partied.

"Well I think some punishment is in order for you...don't you?"

"I guess." I said looking down at my hands.

"Well this time I think you have gone to far....just restricting you from your friends isn't going to help....so I think a good red bottom will make you think about taking another drink young lady."

I looked up wide eyed, I haven't been spanked since I was ten.

"Oh Daddy I promise ...I won't drink again...what they did to me in detox was enough to make me learn my lesson...please just restrict me...I promise Daddy......Daddy." I watched as he took the chair and pulled it out from the table.

"Get over here child."

"But Daddy...I'm....I'm...too oooolllld." I said starting to cry and getting up from the table.

"Nonsense....you need to learn that you are too young to be drinking...now over you go."

"Your not ...your not going to do....it on my bare bottom are you Daddy ?"

"That's how you got all the rest of your spankings.....so now get over."

"But Daddy....wait." I cried as he took my arm and pulled me over his knee.

"Daddy...please....don't look at me back there."

He took my robe and pulled it up so that it now hung over my head he then lifted my night shirt to show my bottom.

"You quit fighting your punishment child or I can make it worse."

I was so embarrassed to have my father seeing my naked bottom. I kicked and cried and whimpered as his hand left me and I felt it hit hard on my bottom.

"Oweeeee......Daddy."

SMACK.....SMACK.....SMACK. He spanked me at least twenty times and I cried and screamed as my bottom turned red and stung. He pulled me up from his lap and I reached behind me and rubbed my sore bottom.

"Now get into your room.....you will not go out for the rest of the summer."

"BUT....DADDY."

' Do you want more child ?"

I took of running to my room and I threw myself on the bed and cried myself to sleep. Later that day, my mom came into my room.

"Come on sweet heart...get up for dinner."

I got up and we all ate silently at dinner when I was excused I went back to my room. I could hear the phone ring and I knew that it would be my friends calling. Just before bed my Mom came back into my room.

"Come on honey....I need to give you a enema."

"A enema...what for?"

"Detox said that you are to receive two enemas at home one tonight and one tomorrow....something about cleaning the detoxification out of you...now come with me."

I got up and followed my Mom into the master bath. She had a towel on the floor and a bag was hanging from the shower curtain.

"Mommy....please."

"Take off your robe and night shirt and get on the floor on your hands and knees."

I started to cry but could tell that there was no pleading my way out. Mom had left the door open and when I got on all fours I could see myself in the mirror that was her closet door.

"Now put your head and shoulders to the floor."

I put my head down and looked up to watch her put on a glove she dipped her finger in some Vaseline and got on her knees behind me.

"Oh.....it hurts back there." I said as I felt her one hand on my bottom and her finger at my hole.

"I'm not sorry that it hurts...you will learn a valuable lesson from this."

"Owwwwwweee." I cried as she pushed her finger into my hole and moved it around and in and out of me.

"Now stop that....I wouldn't want your father to here you crying."

I saw her pick up the end of the tubing that came from the bag and it something black on it that she brought to my hole.

"Now bear down a bit." I grunted and the thing slipped into me.

I was sniffling and crying as the water started to flow...it was warm but soon she had to stop the flow because I screamed out with a cramp.

"Oh Mamma can I let it go now ?"

"No...you need to take a full enema and hold it for ten minutes."

"But....it...hhhhuuuuurrrrrrtttttttsssss." I cried.

"Good....maybe that will stay with you next time you plan on drinking." Just then my father came to the door.

"Oh Mamma close the door."

"Good she's getting her medicine."

I flushed as my father stood at the door looking at my naked body with a tube in my butt.

"Daddy.....please go." I pleaded. But he stayed there watching for a few more minutes as my butt filled with enema. The water stopped and my father left. I panted and cried as I held the water in me. My mother took the bag and filled it once again. My little anus struggled to hold the water in me.

"Is it time yet...I have to go real bad...Mommy."

"Not yet, you have six minutes left."

I placed my head on my hands and shifted my weight from one side to the other holding the enema in me. I saw her put a full bag behind me.

"What's that for ?"

"This is your rinse."

I just grunted as I held my anus as tight as I could. She then let me up and I sat on the toilet. God this is horrible. I thought. When I was done I was laid back on the floor and given my rinse. This one was easier to hold and soon I was in my bed.

Later on when I was able to see my friends we were talking about the detoxification.

"And God those enemas we had to get at home...they were the worst." I said to them.

"What enemas....I didn't get a enema...did you Leslie?"

"Hell no....I would never let anyone stick anything in my bottom."

"Well what about detox....Didn't you guys get the tube up your butt with the hot and cold water?"

They looked at me like I was crazy or something.

"No...we were put in a cell for a few hours and given stale cheese sandwiches and then our parents came and took us home."

I thought they were lying at first but I could see they were both serious. I started to cry as I felt like I had been mistreated.

I talked with my mother about it later that day.

"Mom my friends didn't go through detoxification....like I did....should we sue the police department."

"No your father and I told them to detox you...they gave us a choice and that's what we wanted."

I couldn't believe that they would chose for me to have that done to me and I stood there and glared at her.

"I wouldn't be getting all upset over something that taught you a good lesson....besides it's over now."

In a way she was right I had learned a lesson not to drink but still how could they have done that to me.....I was sure they knew how degrading and humiliating it was.