Preparation: Prepare a 2-3 quart soapy enema with very warm (not too hot) water using ½ to 1 tablespoon of soap per quart. Both nozzles work well, though the bardex with its balloon will ensure the boy takes and holds the whole bag.
Procedure: Wake boy up in the morning and
tell him to report to bathroom in underpants (and sox if desired). Have
enema bag prepared and hanging for him to plainly see. Address his
shortfalls (e.g. poor grades, homework, attitude, not cleaning up, etc)
and the need for punishment. Tell him to remove his underpants. Expect
apologies, begging, and maybe pleading. Be firm; he will need to submit
and take the whole enema. Tell him it is for his own good and that many
boys are receiving enemas this morning for similar reasons. Have him
lie over your lap or get on the floor on all fours with his butt high
and head/shoulders low. Administer the enema.
Follow-up:
Inspect the result after he evacuates. He may need a second enema to
ensure he is fully cleaned out. Remind him of the reason for the enema.
Finally, praise him for being a good boy and taking his enema
punishment.
I love a boy wearing just his sox and taking the whole bag. It should be a Saturday morning ritual to help boys adjust their attitude, build their character and if necessary, to punish them.
It happens each time you are called in to the bathroom. You are wearing only your boy white underpants and socks and as you enter, you see it. That bag, bulging with hot, soapy water and the tubing draped over with its large nozzle eyeing you back. While it is smaller than you, it is more powerful. There’s no use trying to get out of it; that is not an option. You feel the enema butterflies in your stomach. You know what is going to happen. Soon, you will shed the underpants, expose yourself, and get into position. That nozzle will be inserted and then you will hear that unmistakable CLICK. There will be a pause and then you will feel it. initially, it a warm sensation that starts inside and gradually works its way out. But then with time, what started as a comfortable, maybe even erotic feeling will become uncomfortable. You get an erection, but then it fades. You know the water entering has a high concentration of soap whose job is to clean you out, and clean you out it will do. The pressure will build. You say to yourself, you can take it. In your mind you say, “Give me the whole bag,” but the cramps start and despite being the toughest kid you can be it has you gripped. You start with a moan, maybe a whimper. Then you can’t hold back, “Please stop it. I’m full. It hurts.” There is no use, that is not an option.
You are told to take short quick breathes, “Pant like a doggy.” You just want it to end. It is too much. It hurts and cramps.
“Please stop it, that’s enough, I can’t take anymore. Please let me go to the bathroom”
“Nonesense, it the usual bag. The same enema all the other boys take. Maybe you need this one more than usual. It’s almost over, you can do it. “
You try more and more to be a really good boy. You know it has to be done and if you don’t it will only mean repeated enemas. You put your head down, pant like a doggy, and then hear it. That gurgle. Finally, it’s over.
“Good boy. Now let it work a few minutes.”
You concentrate on keeping your sphincter tight. No leaks. Your once very hard cock is now limp. You will take care of it later. You wait until you hear, “That a boy. OK, you can release.”
With the nozzle barely out, you hop up and land on the topilet seat with little time to hear the gushes. The hot soapy water avalanches out punctuated by the stool. Maybe you really did need the enema. A fine sweat forms as you expel more and more. You look up at the now-empty bag hanging from the shower curtain rod, having completed its duty (you hope). As exposed as you are, totally naked except those short white sox, you don’t care. It’s more important to get rid of the enema and hope it was a “good enema” and not needing to be repeated.
You get your hair tousled and a rub to the back, “Good boy.” As hard as it all was, that is enough. You feel prod of yourself.
Caleb knew the routine: strip and get on all fours. He could hear the
water running and saw the soap. He knew the enema was going to be hot
and soapy and that he would have to take the whole bag. He also knew
that as it progressed he was getting harder. As tough as the enemas
were to take, he really loved them.
It was the routine on the farm. Jonas knew it, and secretly really liked it. He worried it was weird until he talked to the other young farmhand, Caleb, who also sheepishly admitted he liked it, too. Once a week, the boys were called in to the “big farmhouse,” told to undress and were given a series of hot, soapy enemas until the return was clean. Jonas always got a raging hard-on. When he was done, he would jerk-off and shoot a massive load. Caleb admitted he did the same thing. The two boy looked at each other and they knew they shared something they needed to explore together when they were alone together. The mere thought of giving an enema to Caleb or better yet getting one from him was getting Jonas hard even now.
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