An Unwelcome Surprise

Scott knew he wasn’t prepared for the history test. So this morning when he got up for school he told his mom he wasn’t feeling well and didn’t think he should go to school. She agreed but then heard him on the phone with his best friend Drew telling the truth. He was surprised when he got off the phone and his mom called him upstairs. She was in the bathroom. When he looked in, he saw the bulging bag. She just smiled at him, “slip those clothes off Scott. I’m going to help you get back to yourself.”

“But mom…”

“No buts. Out of those clothes and over my lap young man. Nothing a good enema won’t fix.”

Scott knew better than to resist. He took his T, shorts, and unperpants off and went over her towel-draped lap. Memories of being a boy and getting enemas this way flooded his mind. It was one thing being a little boy and going over your mom’s lap naked, but at Scott’s age it was totally embarrassing and humiliating. And as he looked at the bulging enema bag ready to deliver its soapy contents, he swore his mom filled it more than when he waas younger. She didn’t need to say anything. Scott knew he screwed up.

“OK, be a good boy for me” his mom said as she inserted the nozzle. Then he heard the CLICK, then a pause, and the distict feeling of the hot soapy water invading and filling him. As the bag collapsed, and he felt full, the cramps started. He closed his eyes, panted like a puppy like he did when younger to get through his enemas.

His mother just smiled to herself. “That a boy Scott. Take your enema and be a good boy.” She patted his butt knowing he would think twice next time before cutting school.