It was only a couple of hours since we'd gotten out of bed---I guess it
was about 11:30 and I was getting hungry already. We were still fairly
early in our relationship, still having sex about twice a day and still
exploring...and we both liked to explore. I had stayed over at her place
and her refrigerator always had a lot of food in it but there never was
much in there that did anything for me, except for the occasional item
we could use in our explorations.
"Let's go out and get some lunch. I'm hungry." I continued dressing.
"I can make something here...and besides, it's cold outside and I'm even
cold in here," she answered with the sound of urine splashing in the
That always seemed to turn me on. "Well, I can think of a couple of ways
to warm you up and keep you warm."
"Like what?" she sounded interested and seemed to be thinking sex too.
"Well, you seemed to like that little spanking I gave you a few weeks
ago and I could make it a little longer and a lot harder." I peered
around the corner and she was still sitting on the john, toilet paper
suspended in hand on her knee, looking up at me. No rejection so far.
"And then a nice warm enema up that beautiful rear end of yours should
about do the trick."
"What about when we go outside? How's that going to help me then?"
I hadn't expected that answer. We hadn't even brought up the subject of
enemas before, much less tried one, so I felt pretty bold---even
nervous, like a potential-rejection nervousness. Scared she would find
out I secretly liked enemas as a sexual thing and would think I was
weird. I guess the fact that she liked a lot of anal foreplay allowed me
to bring it up. I'd been having plenty of fantasies about starting to
put things in there besides my own body parts. "We could always do the
spanking here and the enema while we're at lunch."
She started laughing and began wiping at the same time. "Have you ever
had an enema?"
I didn't want to give away the fact that I periodically liked to give
myself an enema while masturbating. "A few. Have you?"
"How'd you come to have an enema? Your mother when you were a kid?"
"Well, she did give me one when I was a kid, but then later in life---in
my experimentation period---I went out and bought one of those
enema-douche bags and tried giving myself a few. It wasn't bad." No
crashing rejection yet. In fact, she seemed rooted to the toilet like
she was waiting to expel an enema. "How about you?"
She sat there thinking for a little while, trying to come to a decision.
And then she got up, forgetting to put any robe on and, taking my hand,
brought me over to the sofa in the bedroom, and we sat down still
holding hands. "What would you say if I said I had?"
"That would be exciting to me."
"I have and it not only wasn't bad, I actively liked it. I like it. But
I've never had an enema with someone else present."
"That'd be quite a step then to have one in public while we're eating
lunch!" I started laughing and she did too and pretty soon we were both
bouncing around on the couch laughing like crazy. And then we kissed,
first in fun and then, as if some unspoken awareness had passed between
us, we began kissing slowly and deeply and I pulled her against me, her
beautiful soft nakedness startlingly fresh and powerful.
Soon we lay beside each other, my hand on her hip. She looked into my
eyes. "I have a couple of enema bags here. Maybe it would be fun. I let
you give me one if you let me give you one. What's the deal with the
restaurant? How would we do that?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My secret fantasy was going to
come true. And so easily. "Why don't we have a trial run here and then I
can fix up some kind of harness we can wear to support the bag under our
coat. Are you really up for that?"
"Yeah, I think it would be wild." She leaned forward, cleared the sofa
table off---it was really a small cedar chest---and opened the top.
"Take a look." And she began bringing out enema equipment. A couple of
red two quart bags, some matching hosing and then some different
nozzles---different shaped douche pipes. But the prize was a single
inflatable nozzle! I couldn't believe it. She was definitely into
enemas. Maybe as big as I was. I had a double inflatable nozzle of my
own. "You know what this is?"
"Yeah, it's a inflatable nozzle. And I have a double." And we started
laughing again. "I think maybe it's about time for your spanking. You
haven't got a lot of spanking equipment too do you?"
"No, but I think I'm definitely in the mood for the slow, hard spanking
you were talking about. Do you mind putting this in me first?" And she
placed the inflatable nozzle in my hand.
"How hard do you want me to spank you? A little red, scarlet red,
burning up hot or all of the above plus a few love marks?"
"All of it will be fine, just make it slow. I want it to last." Her face
was crimson red with embarrassment but she asked for what she wanted
I leaned forward and kissed her again, softly, letting our lips slide
easily together in to a deep kiss. And then I pulled slightly away,
cupping her breasts with my hands. "I do love you and I want this to be
good for you. You let me know if you want it any differently. I'll stop
anytime you want." She kissed me again.
"Let's do it now." She got up and we carried the enema equipment into
the bathroom and quickly filled each bag with as much cool water as they
could hold. I wanted her to feel the enema entering her. We attached the
hoses, I attached the inflatable nozzle and, without asking me, she
connected the largest douche pipe she had to the other hose. "I wish I
had a larger one for you. You need it. I guess this'll have to do."
"You got something special you want me to spank you with? I'm
"Surprise me." She began taking towels and the enema equipment in to the
I went into the kitchen and found two nice spatulas, one of light wood
and one heavier. The heavier one had a nice flat but mildly curved end.
I'd have to be careful with it. Then I found a good hairbrush, actually
one that she used quite often, and wondered if it had ever swatted her
fanny. A couple of leather belts and I was set. I plopped them all down
on the bed and she came up to me, looking down at them, not saying
"Let me warm you up," and I put light pressure on her upper back and she
leaned over onto the bed, and when I didn't do anything immediately, she
climbed up onto the bed on her knees with her feet just over the side,
and let her head rest on the sheets so her rear was lifted and exposed
more than my wildest dreams would have imagined possible. "You are
She still didn't say anything so I put my hand on her soft, unblemished
skin, caressing her for a few moments and then brought my hand back and
brought it down on her right buttock with good wrist motion, causing a
loud whack. She didn't move as the blow landed or as the imprint of my
hand appeared on her white skin. I moved around and delivered the same
blow to her left buttock with the same result. "Are you all right?"
"Yes. You can hit me harder if you want."
I then began giving her a steady, slow hand spanking with no reaction
from her other than an occasional arching of her back, as if to give me
more access. I moved the slaps around, gradually turning her entire
backside from her upper buttocks to her upper thighs an amazingly
exciting warm pink. Her rear end was perfectly shaped, somewhat on the
small side if anything, so that in her position I had a good view of the
small, pigmented folds of sensitive tissue that funneled down to her
anus and disappeared into her. It seemed to be tightening as some of the
swats landed. Her pubic hair was unable to hide her wet slit, lips
partially opened and still full from our morning lovemaking. I wasn't
hitting her as firmly as I could, wanting to prolong everything. And
this seemed to be the way she wanted it too. My hand was feeling hot by
the time I stopped. She still didn't move so I began stroking her with
both hands, feeling the soft, warm skin with my fingers. And she began
sighing as I stroked her.
I picked up the KY tube, put some on my index finger and clicked the top
shut, knowing that she would hear this and understand what was about to
happen. She arched her back again, giving me maximum access. I lightly
spread the cold KY jelly on her anus with my finger, again with slow,
soft movements, caressing and feeling her tightness, partially entering
her until I felt resistance and then withdrawing, and then scratching
her lightly with my fingernail and then entering and withdrawing until
her hips began moving, pressing against my finger, wanting more. I
stopped moving and held my finger firmly against her, inviting her to
take the initiative. And she did. She slowly pressed her rear backwards
and little by little her ass hole molded itself around my finger until
it was fully inside her. I began exploring her insides, feeling the
smooth passage tightly wrapped around me. Her sighing deepened and her
upper body seemed to relax. With my other hand, I opened the KY tube,
squirted some on the end of the inflatable nozzle, spreading it over and
into the folds so it would slide easily into her. "Here we go, OK?"
Her moan sounded like a "yes"---her face was partially buried in the
sheets. I pulled my finger out and placed the tip of the inflatable
nozzle against her and began pushing, using a slight screwing motion and
she seemed to relax as it slid into her, disappearing and leaving only
the hose hanging from her well- lubricated anus. By this time my pants
were wet and my penis was bulging with pure lust and my balls were
beginning to ache. I got undressed quickly.
I closed the valve on the inflatable nozzle and gave the bulb two full
compressions which drew the hose into her further. I wanted to be able
to inflate it further later on. I gave her two quick swats with my hand
and went around the side of the bed. I hated to take a chance of
breaking the magic of the moment but I brushed her hair back from her
face and pulled her up until she was on her knees and began kissing her
again. She extended her neck and we began deep kissing, this time almost
violently, like we were just discovering each other again. "Are you
ready for the real spanking now or was that enough?"
"Oh Alex, this has been wonderful. You don't think me strange for
I caressed her. "No. In fact, I thought you might think the same of me.
No, I love you all the more, I want you all the more."
She leaned forward and down, surrounding the end of my penis with her
mouth, sucking briefly on it and then lubricating the shaft with her
saliva. She then guided it back into her mouth, forcing her lips down
the shaft just as she had that morning, backing up only a couple of
times, until her mouth touched the skin on my groin and veins stood out
on her forehead. She didn't want me to ejaculate yet and, withdrawing,
she kissed me deeply again. "I want you to spank me hard. I want it to
sting and burn. I'll let you know if it's too hard. What position do you
want me in?"
"Pick up the enema bag and come over to the couch. I want you to lean
forward over the arm of the couch with your head on this pillow." She
handed me the enema bag and bent over as I had asked. Her left breast,
still with erect nipple, hung freely in sight about two inches off the
couch cushion and her arms were stretched toward the far end of the
couch. I hung the enema bag on a picture hook on the wall so it was a
good four feet above the high point of her body---her still pink ass,
elevated again and vulnerable. I picked up the lighter spatula and began
swatting her rear with gradually increasing intensity, each blow
creating a crisp "whap" as it contacted her skin. Soon, it seemed like
her whole rear end was quivering. Her upper body shifted and settled,
her breast rested against the side of the cushion now. I changed to the
heavier spatula, almost a paddle in its size, and increased the tempo.
The paddle made fresh marks, even darker than the already reddened skin.
Her breathing deepened, her hands clenched into fists and her moans took
on an urgency. I stopped long enough to compress the inflatable nozzle
bulb two more times to its maximum inflation inside her and quickly
resumed slapping her with the paddle. Whap. Whap. Whap. It was amazingly
loud in the otherwise quiet room. Her buttocks bucked with the pain and
her legs began flailing around but she refused to say "stop". I covered
the same area as before, occasionally hitting the enema hose that
extended down between her legs.
"Oh, God. No more. Please!" She had tears streaming down her face. "Just
hit me about ten times with the larger belt. I think that's all I can
take." She was sobbing.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. And start the enema first."
I threw the spatula on the bed and retrieved the belt which I doubled up
with the buckle in my hand. And I opened the valve on the enema hose
with a loud click so she could hear it. I stood there without moving,
watching the shiny red bag begin to develop folds as the water flowed
out of it and, when about a quart had run into her, I hit her rear very
hard with the belt and she almost lifted off the sofa arm as her legs
flew up. This raised a welt on the already punished skin and I hit her
four times more in quick succession. "That's five. More?" Her skin was
quivering around the welts.
"Oh please, yes!!! Five more, spank me ten more times as quick and as
hard as you can and don't stop whatever I do. How much of the enema have
"About one and a half quarts. There's not much left." I brought the belt
way back and proceeded to bring it down on her backside with a crash and
followed it as quickly as I could with full arm extension to hit her as
hard as I could. Bucking, squirming, crying, flailing, screaming, she
endured the full ten. She had grabbed her breasts and was squeezing them
under her, as if to keep her from reaching around to stop the pain. The
enema ended as I brought the belt down for the tenth time. By then she
was crying uncontrollably, moving her hips in a rhythmic motion. I shut
the clip on the enema hose and sat down near her head, caressing her
face that was covered in sweat and tears.
After a while she looked up at me, her hands still cradling her breasts.
"I don't know whether I'll be able to sit down to empty myself. I'm on
"You can sit on me."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll sit on the toilet and you can straddle me. I want you to empty
yourself while my penis is inside you."
She put her hand on my leg and then on my erect penis, stroking it. "OK."