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Maddie
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Date Posted: 08:34:19 07/24/22 Sun
Since school let out, I confess I have reverted to a spoiled child. I don't know, I had become so mature when I became a teacher. I was practically confident, I was goal driven, I got my things done, was eating responsibly, at least was better at doing my chores, sometimes cleaned up my messes, was responsible about my hygiene and was fairly responsible on social media. But, as was also explained by Kailey with my pants and panties around my ankles before my beating, Almost immediately after school let out I, as if with a vengeance I abandoned all of the progress I had made like a reformed alcoholic on a binge.
I got the message from Kailey about two hours before she was due home that we were going to have a very serious, unpleasant discussion. There was a tip of the iceberg, in other words among all the other things, I really fucked up, but I'm not going to go into that. I was told to be waiting with my pants and panties down, nose to the wall a few minutes before she got home. When Kailey got home she almost immediately turned me over her knees and blistered my bottom with her brush. But, she said that I was due for a real session and we would put it off until Saturday when we had more time. She was going out and told me that if I wanted to see my 'little girlfriend' I had better do it now because we were going to have a busy weekend. Actually, I really wasn't much in the mood for Clover and she wasn't able to get together anyway. So I had all night and all Saturday morning to contemplate and worry.
All Saturday morning I kept thinking "Oh, let's just get this over with" My tummy hurt, I was nervous and worried and really ashamed. I couldn't even look Kailey in the face. It was almost a relief to hear "Madeline, come in here young lady!" Of course just approaching her in the living room and seeing the disappointment in her face the tears started flowing. I didn't even try to tell my side of the story or talk her out of it or try to lessen the blow.
It went on for hours, or at least it seemed like hours. First I got a thorough hand spanking from my tailbone to the backs of my knees. Corner time. Another spanking and the brush. Corner time. Spanking and brush and butthole fingering. Corner time. I don't know how many times we did this ritual until spanking, brush, suppositories (the ouchie kind) and corner time. I had my nose to the wall, a teary, snotty mess with those suppositories burning inside of me making me feel like I had to go so bad and my butt and back legs felt like they had been burned off. I heard water running and random sounds. I felt Kailey walk behind me and felt her grip on my arm "Let's go young lady!" Where the hell were we going? I didn't have too long to think as we approached the bathroom. I was in utter shock to see a red enema bag hanging from the shower curtain rod. It looked scary and uninviting. All these years I've been curious and fantasized about enemas, but I don't think, especially after hearing first hand accounts about them, that I actually wanted one. "Aunt Jazmine said we need to start doing this." Oh no, no, no, please Kailey no." "Would you rather Aunt Jazmine come over and do this?" "No!" "And trust me, this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you."
By this time, my pants and panties were somewhere in the living room. Kailey undressed me, laid a towel on the floor and had me bend over the cold tub. She soaped my butthole and shoved her finger in. Oh, that burned. I smelled rubber and soap and stared at the hose and nozzle in the tub. It was a little bit larger than a douche nozzle. I don't clearly remember, but I think I was begging when I felt the nozzle go up my butt. I got a spanking with the bathrush with that nozzle up my butt. It made it much worse for Kailey to be calling me dirty and naughty and kind of complaining that she had to do this. I heard a click and felt something in my bowels for a few seconds, but then I really felt it rushing in, it felt like it was in my chest. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be at first, but then my tummy was really filling up and I had to go real bad but I was warned not to leak or let go. I couldn't take it anymore and was crying and begging Kailey to let me go. To make it worse I got smacks with the bathbrush. I felt like I was going to burst. Kailey squeezed the last few drops in the bag, but I still had to hold it with that nozzle up my butt.
Finally, she pulled the nozzle out and I barely made it to the toilet, sitting on my blistered buttcheeks. First just a stream of water came out. as bad as I had to go, the rest of it wouldn't come out. I asked and begged Kailey for some privacy "Nope. That's part of the punishment." Then I felt it all come out. OMG, the smell was horrific. All the crap that I've been putting into my body for a month and a half was getting it's revenge. It just wouldn't stop and every time I thought I was done, more would come out. All of this as Kailey stood over me in disgust and disapproval.
Kailey washed up and gave me some privacy, finally. Kailey cleaned me up a little and let me walk around the house a while, but then, oh no, I had to rush back in. I thought I'd have this nasty shit pouring out of me forever.
I felt like all of my organs had gone out of my body. Kailey made me look in the toilet and smell, Oh God! "That's what you've been doing to yourself. Aren't you ashamed?" Then I started bawling again.
The happy ending, I guess is Kailey kind of hosed me off and gave me a bath. Oh she scrubbed me so good and wasn't mean or rough about it. She scrubbed my little boobies and scrubbed me EVERYWHERE. My butt REALLY hurt in the hot water though. She left for me to finish up and, o.k., I masturbated to incredible orgasms.
Except that my backside felt like a tree hit by lightning and any pride I have was demoralized, I have to admit I felt really good. Kailey dressed me in clean Hello Kitty panties and a plaid jumper. I had to wear Mary Janes and I hate them, but I wasn't about to argue. All clean, well paddled and cleaned out, Kailey had made my FAVORITE, lasagna. I felt like I was starving.
We went to the store after that with my butt in constant agony and I felt so stupid in that jumper and those hideous Mary Janes (a present from my mom, of course) and hairclips. Of course I never complained. There were a couple of times when I felt like I wasn't finished, but they passed.
I did get another spanking when we got home and that wasn't pleasant at all, but Kailey and I sat together and cuddled watching movies. Kailey let me sleep with her last night. I have to give a full, written report to Aunt Jazmine, even though Kailey had already told her everything and she might come over today to inspect me. I hope not.
So I don't know. I've always wondered and fantasized about enemas. It was probably so bad because it was my first and I wasn't expecting it, but I guess on the whole it really wasn't that bad. My stomach feels a lot better. I think the worst thing was being told how naughty I've been and how much I deserve this and not being able to poop (or rather explode) in any privacy. I don't know if I want to do that again, but it looks like I wont have a choice.
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