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>Last Friday night, I went to party with my boyfriend >and we had a few drinks. After he dropped me off at >home, my mother was waiting for me and could smell the >alcohol on me. She was really upset and told me to go >straight to bed and we would deal with this in the AM. >I knew I was in trouble. The next morning, my mother >was knocking on my bedroom door around 630 AM and told >me to wake up. I had a horrible headache from the >alcohol. My mother said "to bad" and told me to get >out of bed and she would be back in a few minutes. A >few minutes later she came back to my room carrying a >red enema bag with a long hose attached to it. I asked >her what she was planning to do and she said I am >going to flush the alcohol out of your system. She >then told me to remove my sweat pants and panties and >lie face down on my bed. I was scared. She then slid >the long white nozzle into my ass. I yelped as it slid >in. After it was in, I looked back and she was holding >he enema bag high in the air and released the clamp on >the hose. I felt a warm solution flowing into me. >After a few seconds, I began to get severe cramps. I >begged her to stop but the solution continued to flow. >She said that it was a soap suds enema and was going >to cause cramps. The bag continued to drain into me >and I thought I was going to explode. When the bag was >finally emptied, she removed the nozzle from my ass >and I immediately got up to run to the bathroom but >she said hold it and sit down. I had to sit there >holding the enema for the next 5 minutes while she >lectured me on the dangers of drinking. After the >lecture, I ran to the bathroom and and nearly exploded >on the toilet. I then took a warm shower and returned >to my bedroom. When I got into my bedroom, my father >was waiting for me and laying on the bed was the >wooden paddle. I said, "please not he paddle too" and >my father said sorry sweetie but your getting your ass >beat. He then beat my ass with the wooden paddle. I >don't know what was worse, the enema or the paddle, >both destroyed my ass.

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