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Date Posted: Wednesday, October 26, 2011, 08:05: pm
Mom was the disciplinarian in our house. When I needed it, I got it with the wooden spoon. Mind you, I wasn't abused. I just got a "good licking" most of the when I deserved it. But I hated getting spanked. So I asked Mom for an alternative to spankings. She offered several alternatives, grounding, loss of privledges for a period of time, stuff like that, but none of those appealed to me. So, she suggested a punishment enema. I loved getting enemas and snuck them on my own all the time. I figured, "how bad can getting an enema be?" So, I told her I'd go for the punishment enema, with thoughts of Brer Rabbit in the back of my mind.
Well, I found out that an enema can be hotter, soapier, bigger, and held for quite a while longer than I'd experienced to date. Maybe not all of those things at one time, but in some sort of combination.
After that enema, four of them actually, which took the wind out of my sails and left me exhausted, she asked whether I'd still chose an punishment enema the next time. Let me answer that by saying I never felt te smack of a wooden spoon again.
To this day, I love enemas, and I love getting punishment enemas too!
For those who are going to bring up abuse, don't bother. Perhaps it would have negatively affected someone else, but I am not bothered by it. I had punishment coming and I chose they type that was least objectionable to me. Just because it was an enema, don't sweat it.
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