Firstly, I was suitably restrained on her lovely leather-padded dungeon
table. Then she "opened" -- no pun intended -- with a 1-2-3 enema. After
suitable time has elapsed I was allowed to fart out/ evacuate my filled, cramped
Then it was back on her table, perhaps on my back this time with my feet
hoisted high above me, and she forced a hot, soapy large volume enema into my
bowels, between 3 and 6 litres of it!
She devilishly used one of her custom-made nozzles, which was thick and long
and the shape of a penis. The huge red rubber enema bag was hung very high for
this operation, just as the Victorians discovered worked so well for
recalcitrant children. At this point I was begging for mercy but she continued.
She was a very good judge of what each naughty boy or girl can safely take
and she, not me, would decide when I had reached my very pinnacle of pain. She
released me from my bounds only when I had been corrected suitably in the second
stage of my punishment enemas.
After embarrassingly farting out the last enema she had administered to me, I
was informed it was time for me to receive a Molasses-and-Milk enema. This
especially punitive enema was injected through a very large tubed dildo. To my
chargrin I was restrained from expulsion by a butt plug attached to a harness.
I was whining as she commanded me to retain this, sharing with me I would not
know for how long, perhaps, she smiled for up to a half-hour and by this time I
would be in tears!
During all of the above enema injections she chose to give me corporal
punishment at the same time! She has well over 100 instruments for this
including many leather and the much-hated rubber straps with their inherent
accumulative effect, paddles including heavy oak ones, which she decided to
spank me with for my visible panty line bottom watching, as I had been judged
one of her very worst pupils. she gave me a generous taste of wood! mistress was
a vertiable expert in the accurate application of the long wooden school paddle
and had the bottom to prove it.
I can assure you I left her home suitably reminded of my previous transgressions
and when I look at my still red paddled bottom a few hours later back in the
mirror of my train compartment, I can see the purple bruises and fell the
soreness of my cheery red swollen bottom skin and stretched belly from taking
and retaining the series of punishment enemas. I will undoubtedly not repeat my
naughty bottom watching in class.
Suddenly I feel new cramps in my stomach and rush to my toilet, pulling down my
pants and the panties my mistress made me wear back onto the train. Farting so
loud I was concerned my bodily noises could be heard by the teenage girls in the
compartment next to me.
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