With a practiced motion, Corbet was pulled over his motherÍs knee with his bottom high in the air and his young manhood wedged between her thighs. He sniffed again as he heard her snap on a pair of latex gloves and he heard the distinctive sound of the jar of Vaseline being opened and then set down on the countertop. He groaned slightly as he felt his mother pry open the cheeks of his ass and then experienced the coolness of a Vaseline coated finger just touch the entrance to his anus. With a quick thrust, the lubricated finger pushed up his behind and twisted back and forth several times before withdrawing.
Corbet began to softly sob as he felt the tip of the douche nozzle touch his lubricated hole. He wiggled a bit as the plastic tube was inserted deep into his bottom. CorbetÍs mother then said, “I hope this teaches you a good lesson young man,” as a loud CLICK signaled the start of the water flow. CorbetÍs mother kept one hand on his bottom holding his cheeks together and the nozzle deep up his bottom. The water and soap rocketed up his backside and burned as it went in. Corbet began to squirm on his mother s lap and through the soapy washcloth that filled his mouth came strange unintelligible noises of distress. The cramps started soon as the warmth of the soapy water invaded deeper into his colon. The pressure of the water flow added to his distress and soon Corbet lifted his legs off the floor and trembling, held them straight out.
When the bag was half-empty, a series of sharp cramps filled his abdomen and sounds of him sobbing worked their way past the soapy washcloth that filled his mouth. Twisting and turning on his mothers lap, CorbetÍs legs began to slowly kick in the air as if he was trying to run away from the soapy invasion that filled his bowels. After what seemed to be a lifetime, Corbet heard the salvation of the bag gurgling dry as the last drops of the two-quarts of solution filled his backside. With a CLICK his mother shut the clamp on the hose and with a sharp jerk, she removed the douche nozzle from his burning anus.
With a sharp slap on his ass that left a distinctive red hand print, CorbetÍs mother said, “Stand-up!” and Corbet struggled to his feet. Standing before his mother who was still seated on the toilet lid, CorbetÍs abdomen was clearly distended. His bowels growled in retaliation to the soapy invasion and his youthful manhood stood half erect. “I think 10 minutes will be sufficient for you young man,” said his mother as Corbet could only groan past the horrible soapy cloth that filled his cheeks. He began to sob and moan louder as he watched his mother set the kitchen timer to 10 minutes and set the clock down onto the countertop.
The pressure quickly grew in CorbetÍs belly and soon he was doing a little silly dance as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and then back again. The cramps came in waves and when they hit Corbet grimaced and bent over slightly while rubbing his stomach in an attempt to soothe his innards. He clenched his butt cheeks together as tight as he could as his body trembled while he struggled to retain the solution. Every tick of the timer echoed through his brain as he fought to retain the enema and struggled to keep from retching up the soapy washcloth that filled his mouth with foul flavor.
At last, the bell on the timer rang, but it seemed that it also signaled a wave of very bad cramps that doubled Corbet over and caused his ass to tremble as he clenched his cheeks as tight as he could to retain the fluid. As his mother stood up, Corbet moved into position to sit on the toilet, but he was quickly rebuked. Corbet cried with big sobs as he watched his mother go to the bathroom cupboard and take out the porcelain bed pan and set it on the floor in front of the commode. Bad boys don t deserve to be comfortable, said his mother as Corbet sat down on the pan.
Corbet’s mother pulled the washcloth from his mouth as he made a horrible face in reaction to the foul taste that filled his mouth. CorbetÍs bowels growled and groaned, but CorbetÍs embarrassment of sitting on the bed pan in full view of his mother seemed to prevent him from gaining relief from the invading waters. He sobbed and watched his mother clean the enema bag and put things away as the cramps continued to rack his midsection. Finally, as CorbetÍs mother left the bathroom and closed the door, his backside erupted and the foul liquid flowed from his bowels.
Ten minutes later, Corbet’s mother re-entered the bathroom and handed the youth a roll of toilet paper and told him to clean-up and head for bed. Before she left the room, she filled a bathroom glass half full of warm water and walked out into the bedroom. Corbet cleaned himself off, emptied the bedpan and cleaned it before replacing it back into the cabinet. He then rinsed his mouth with the half glass of warm water, which only seemed to refresh the taste of the soap.
Corbet walked out into the bedroom and was handed his underwear by his mother. As he put his shorts on, the cramps from his bowels stilled caused him considerable discomfort. Picking up the rest of his clothes, he heard his mother say, “I hope this has taught you a lesson,” to which he replied, “Yes Mother!” Corbet went to bed and finally fell to sleep as occasional cramps swept through his stomach. He tried to eat a piece of candy in his room, but it didnÍt begin to mask the taste of soap that lingered in his cheeks.
The next morning at breakfast, Corbet still could taste Ivory soap in his mouth as he ate his corn flakes. As he put his coat on to go to school, his mother gave him a big hug and told him how sorry she was that she had to punish him, but that it would make him a better person. Corbet again thanked his mother as he walked out the door knowing that she was right.