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>Trisha, > >Sounds like a good old-fashioned punishment. Was that >the first time you got that sort of discipline? > >>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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