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>I got in big trouble last Friday night. I was 3 hours >late and my parents could smell the alcohol on my >breath. My father was waiting for me in my room and >knew that I was drinking. He lectured me then said >that we would deal with the rest of my punishment in >the morning. Around 6 AM, the next morning my mother >knocked on my door and told me it was time to wake up. >I had a headache and begged her to let me sleep more. >She said to get my ass out of bed because I was going >to be punished. She said she would be back in a few >minutes. I got up and straightened by my bed. My >mother then came back into my room holding a red enema >bag with a hose attached. The bag was bulging. I said >oh god, what are you going to do with that. She then >told me to take my PJ bottoms off and lie face down on >my bed and then said that this is going in your ass. I >did as she said then she slid a pillow under my hips >and my ass was in the air. She then lubricated the >nozzle and stuck it in my ass. I grasped as it slid >in. She then said to relax and she released the clamp >on the hose and the bag began to flow into me. I >cramped up immediately. I begged her to slow it down >but she did not, she said this was part of my >punishment. She said that this was a soap suds enema >and was going to cause alot of cramps. I looked back >and she was holding the bag high in the air which >increased the flow. I thought I was going to die. Once >the bag was empty she pulled the nozzle out of my ass >and I sat up and began to run to the bathroom. She >said not so fast and I had to sit down on my bed. She >then lectured me for a good 5 minutes. She then said >that I may go use the bathroom. I never ran so fast to >the bathroom. I released the enema and then jumped >into the shower. After my shower, I went back to my >room and my dad waiting for me. I looked on my bed and >the saw the wooden paddle laying there. He said, sorry >sweetie, but your getting the paddle today also. I >don't know what was worse, the enema or getting my ass >beat with a wooden paddle.

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