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>Months had passed since my first real spanking and our >dynamics were firmly in place. I know now that this is >not a joke. L is very serious about our relationship. >I'm still getting used to this and still a little >rebellious, but L is quite serious about this >arrangement. > >One night I was in trouble and going to have a long >session over her knees. One of her complaints, I might >call it nagging, is my drinking beer sometimes to >excess and my poor eating habits. I remember I was >really not in the mood for this and was not taking it >very seriously. That changed very quickly as L was >very determined and her slaps very quickly heated up >my ass and back legs. I really understood how serious >L was when her hairbrush blistered my backside and I >was kicking and yelling and completely at her will. >About 20 swats of the paddle followed leaving me >completely helpless. While trying to pull myself >together seeing only the carpet and her firm calves I >felt her soapy finger work it's way up my rectum and >the buttplug. > >L put my nose to the wall with the buttplug probing my >rectum and my panties pulled up. My backside was >burning as I tried to recover some of my pride. I >wondered what she was doing? What was going to happen >next? After some time she led me to the bathroom where >I was shocked to find the enema bag hanging from the >shower curtain rod and a towel on the floor. This was >not part of our arrangement. We've talked about enemas >and I have given her enemas, but me? No way. My >protests were answered by the bathbrush stinging my >already blistered bottom. I ended up head down on my >hands and knees waiting for the inevitable, my dignity >shattered. > >With a lecture on my poor habits I felt the douche >nozzle enter my anus and slide up my rectum. I heard >the familiar click and as the warm soapy water began >to flow I whimpered a protest but knew as the soapy >water started filling me up there was no way to stop >it. I was under her complete control and that was >reaffirmed with stinging smacks with the bathbrush and >the struggle to hold the mixture in. Even more >humiliating was I had to stand in the middle of the >bathroom with the tube up my ass trying desperately to >hold it while she lectured me. L left nothing of my >dignity as I sat on the toilet and the foul smelling >mess streamed out of me while she watched.

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