This is a true story about the first time my wife gave me an enema
disciplining. She was very imaginative, and liked to live out various
fantasies, especially ones where she gave me enemas. She later told me
that this particular fantasy was very real for her. She actually felt
that she was living her character as she punished her naughty boy. It
seemed very real to me, too.
"Have you been naughty?" she asked. I knew she was working up to
something. She came over and put an arm around my neck. She whispered,
"I asked you if you've been naughty?" Her other hand began rubbing the
front of my pants. There was a stirring.
Her smile was slightly wicked as she chuckled, "Yes, I can tell that
you've been naughty. I'm going to have to punish you. Go up to the
bedroom and get undressed. I'll be right up, and you'd better be naked."
Not saying a word, I obediently did as I was told. I was a little
apprehensive, but also excited. I knew she was going to give me an enema
disciplining. We had talked about acting out this fantasy before. It
would be fun, up to a point, but I expected that she was going to push
When she came into the bedroom, she was wearing a pretty pink dress. She
was smiling that wicked smile. "I'm going to take all that naughtiness
out of you," she said. It felt embarrassing to be naked in front of her
like this, as she remained dressed.
She went into the bathroom and got a big towel. She threw it to me from
the doorway and told me to spread it on the bed. I knew from experience
where she wanted it. When she gave me enemas on the bed, she would sit
in the middle of it with her back resting on some pillows against the
headboard, and I would be stretched across her lap. The towel would be
under us to protect from spills.
I readied the bed as she prepared an enema. When she was finished she
opened the door and handed me a jar of Vaseline and a pair of rubber
gloves. She brought out a large pan full of soapy water. Floating in the
pan was a bulb syringe. My stomach fluttered. I'm not sure why, but when
she used the bulb syringe, I always had a lot of cramping as I expelled.
I suspected that it was because some air always got in me when she did
it that way.
She positioned herself on the bed. She lifted up her dress, exposing her
naked thighs, and rubbed some Vaseline on the inside of her thighs.
Wordlessly, she looked up at me, and patted her leg as a signal for me
to get into position. As I stretched across her lap she guided my
erection between her lubricated thighs and squeezed them together. She
made me reach back and put my hands under her, palms up. I could squeeze
the back of her leg with one hand, the other was holding one of her
bottom cheeks. It felt nice. She asked if I was comfortable, and
instructed me to stay in that position until I was told otherwise.
I heard her put on the rubber gloves and fill the syringe with the first
bulb of soapy water. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her apply
Vaseline to the black nozzle. "I'm using the same nozzle your mother
used on you when you were a child. I want you to feel just like a
naughty boy who's being disciplined by his mommy. You will call me Mommy
until your disciplining is complete. Do you understand?"
I had some difficulty with this. "Yes.........Mmm.....Mommy."
"Very good. I'm going to give you a very real enema disciplining. I'm
going to make it as embarrassing and distressing as I can. I want you to
feel like you literally are a child being punished. You'd better fuss
and squirm like a child as I give you your enemas, and it better not be
phony. Don't you dare hold back. I'm going to fill you until you're
begging me to stop. If you feel like crying, just go ahead and do it. Do
"Yesss....Mommy." At first, I wondered if she was serious about the
fussing and crying. It would mean that she intended to make it more
distressing than ever before. On second thought, I knew she was
absolutely serious, and that I'd better demonstrate how it really felt.
"Now I want you to tell me that you've been a naughty boy, and you need
Silence........I couldn't believe this was happening. It really was
"Go ahead. Say it. Say I've been a naughty boy, Mommy. I need an enema.
Say it, or I'll do some things to you that you really won't like."
"Mmmommy......I've been a....naughty....boy." Saying the words was
"Not good enough. Now, ask me to PLEASE GIVE ME AN ENEMA, MOMMY." She
sounded very determined.
As humiliating as it was I knew I'd better do it. "Mommy, please give me
"Very well." She pulled open my cheeks. I could feel the cool nozzle
against my opening. Gently, she slipped it into me. She pumped it in and
out. I began to squirm on her lap. Suddenly, she plunged it all the way
in, and firmly crushed the bulb, forcing the contents into me all at
once. I gasped and my feet jerked up off the bed. She chuckled.
She removed the nozzle, and refilled the syringe. Again and again, she
refilled the bulb and inserted the nozzle into me. I squirmed, groaned,
and gasped on her lap, my stiff cock getting even more aroused from the
rubbing. She laughed at her naughty little boy, and continued the enema.
I fussed and bucked, begging her to stop. "Just one more," she giggled.
In went the nozzle. After a little screwing, she pushed it in all the
way and crushed the bulb. It was agonizing.
As she withdrew the nozzle, I began to get up. She pushed me back down.
"You can take one more," she said, and refilled the syringe. Again I
felt the nozzle slip into me. This time, after she squeezed the bulb, I
had to get to the toilet. As I jumped up and ran for the bathroom, she
giggled again, "Aww come on, you can take one more." I slammed the door,
and jumped for the toilet.
About 20 minutes later I emerged from the bathroom, feeling drained. She
was waiting for me on the bed. She had me lay down beside her to rest
for a few minutes. As I lay there she coaxed my cock to back to
attention. "This is nasty," she said. "I'm going to have to give you
some more enemas for it. Come on."
I followed her back into the bathroom. Her dress was heightening my
feelings of vulnerability. She spread a towel out on the floor in front
of the toilet, and removed the four quart enema bag from the cabinet. It
had a 30 inch long French #32 colon tube attached to it. She had me get
into the knee chest position on the floor over the towel and began
filling the big bag. I'd never been able to take it all, and hoped that
she didn't intend to make me take it all this time. I was really worried
When it was full she hung it from the hook next to the shower. Then, she
got into position between my legs. She applied Vaseline to the first
four or five inches of the nozzle and began the insertion. Slowly, inch
by inch I felt the long nozzle penetrate me. When it came to a curve she
would pull it back a little, release the flow, and work it back and
forth until it was past the curve. Then, she'd shut it off and continue
slipping it into me. Finally, it was all the way in.
She opened the clamp. The water gushed into me. She began screwing me
with the last few inches of the nozzle. Suddenly, I felt her hand around
my throbbing cock. She began pumping me as she screwed me with the
nozzle. She told me to squirm for her. I abandoned myself to what I was
"You want Mommy to give you an enema, don't you?"
I was beyond feigning dissent. "Yes Mommy. Please give me the enema," I
gasped. I could tell that she was delighted by my squirming and groaning.
"Do you want Mommy to milk out your naughty cum?"
"Yes Mommy. Please make me cum." Right then, I wanted to cum more than
"Not yet. You'll cum when I want you to cum, and not before."
Periodically, she stopped the flow, not only to let the pressure
subside, but to prolong the remedy. Finally, I was full and needed
release. She stopped the flow, but wouldn't remove the nozzle. "Say
more," she ordered. "No more," I pleaded. Silence................ After
some time, "Say more," she repeated. "No," I responded. More
silence.............. I began to feel the pressure ease up. "Say more,"
came the command. Relenting, "More," I responded. She giggled, "Okay,
you asked for it."
Click went the clamp. I was almost beside myself in agony. "Shut it off.
Shut it off." She could tell I'd reached my limit. She closed the clamp
and slowly removed the long nozzle. I jumped for the toilet. I could see
that I'd taken about three quarts. As she left the room she turned back
to me and said, "When you're done, I want you to clean up the equipment,
and refill the enema bag."
It was nearly half an hour before I opened the door. The full enema bag
was hanging from the hook. She got up from the bed and came into the
bathroom. She took hold of my cock and began working it until it was
once again hard. "Okay," she said. "Back into position."
As before she slowly worked the long nozzle into me as I groaned and
squirmed. It took about half a quart of water to get the nozzle all the
way in. She began screwing me with it as before. Reaching between my
legs, she began slowly pumping my erect cock.
"I want you to cum for Mommy." She speeded up the manipulations. "Come
on naughty boy. Squirm for Mommy." I began to respond shamelessly. "You
don't have any choice. I'm going to make you cum. Squirm for me. Here it
comes. I can feel it. You're going to cum for Mommy."
I was groaning and bucking as my cum erupted onto the towel.
"Yes, yes. Cum for Mommy. That's a good boy. I'll milk out all your
Finally, it was over. The good feelings were gone now. I wanted her to
remove the nozzle, but she just laughed and pushed my head back down on
the floor. "You're going to take your enema now."
She knew I hated enemas after my orgasm. But, I couldn't stop her. She
knew what I did like, and that gave her the control she loved. Click. It
was quiet and still in the room as the enema flooded into me. This time,
she was very gentle, but also very firm. The enema seemed to take an
eternity. Finally, it was over and I was released. Once again I had
taken about three quarts. As she left the room she told me to clean up
the equipment and put it away when I was finished.
When I finally came out she was very affectionate. I was spent and she
knew it. She asked me if I had liked my disciplining. I told her that I
had enjoyed most of it. "Good," she said, "because I liked it too. And,
I'm going to do it to you every month or two from now on."
Note: Twice during our marriage she managed to get the full four quarts
into me. She discovered that the trick was to give me a cleansing enema,
then wait for a couple hours for my intestines to settle down. When she
actually did manage to get four quarts into me it was fairly
comfortable, and I was surprised when she told me I had taken it all.