Enemas et cetera

I always have fantasized about being a “school bully”, and finding the girl I wanted to mess with. I would steal from her something expensive, like her graphing calculator, and leave her a note saying that she would have to come to my house after school to get it back.

When she comes and rings the door, I pull her in and just sort of start rough-housing her, making fun of her for getting her stuff stolen. Then, I would tell her that she has to start by drinking a few bottles of water. Once she did, I would pull her into my room and start spanking her with a paddle. After doing that to her for a while, she would probably start asking to use the bathroom, since I made her drink all that water. But, instead of letting her, I would start teasing her about needing to pee, and pressing on her lower stomach, knowing her bladder is full.

Once I saw that she needed to pee, I would make her march into the bathroom, me carrying the paddle behind her, where she might think she would get relief. But instead, I would tell her to get her top and bra off, and kneel on the floor. Then, I would fill a bowl with 3 quarts of warm water and a few teaspoons of salt. The bowl would sit on a heating pad on the floor, keeping it at a good temperature. I would hand her the bowl, as well as a bar of soap, and tell her to mix the soap into the water.

I would sit back and just let her work on mixing up her own soapy enema, maybe giving her a little mocking lecture on watching her possessions. Once the bar of soap was about half gone, I would take the bowl from her, and then pull her by her hair so that she on her hands and knees. Following that, I would roughly pull her pants down to her mid-thigh, and maybe give her ass a few more smacks with the paddle to get it back to being red from the prior spanking. I would then grab the bar of soap from the bowl of water, and since it’s smaller now, I would just slip it right up her ass. Any complaints, and I would paddle her ass again, this time with the wood right on her bare butt so it would really hurt.

Telling her to stay in place, I would stand up, take the bowl of water, and pour it into my enema bag, with the plug nozzle attached. The bag would then get hung up on the shower curtain rod. I would kneel down, pull her hair up so that she is looking right at the bag. I would tell her, "If you want your calculator back, you are going to take EVERY DROP of that.” While holding her hair with my right hand, I would place my left underneath her jaw, and squeeze her cheeks hard, while asking, “Are we clear missy?”

She would nod, probably with tears in the corners of her eyes from discomfort and embarrassment. Satisfied, I would get up, lubricate the nozzle, and then kneel down and insert it into her ass. Without delay, I would open the clamp, and let the water start flowing.

Then, going back to sitting on the toilet with the lid closed, I would just watch the bag emptying into her. She would be groaning and panting, probably squinting her eyes to get through the cramping caused by the soap. About midway through the bag, I would come over and kneel down next to her, putting one hand on her red butt, and using the other to reach under and rub her swelling belly.

I would continue to kneel there and massage her stomach until the bag ran flat. Then, once it did, I would pull her up to her feet, and make her look in the mirror at how distended her belly was. Maybe holding her arms behind her back with one hand, and using the other to tease and rub her stomach. “Aww, when did you get a fat little belly?” *poke* *squeeze*

Once she was full, I would make her button up her jeans again – having to squeeze her now bloated tummy into them. I would have her put her bra and top back on as well, and finally grudgingly acknowledge that I would give her calculator back. That is, once she says “thank you” for the discipline.

It would have to be a convincing thank you, too – or else I would just manhandle her stomach for a few more minutes – shaking up all that soapy water and prodding her bladder to remind her who is in charge.

Finally, once I did give in and return her calculator…I hope that she would not be under the impression that she would be allowed to use the bathroom at my house. She would have a nice walk home to look forward to, with that full bladder and the soapy enema distending her guts.

What can I say, it was her fault really ;)