A PUNISHMENT ENEMA FOR BRITNEY: THE PUNISHMENT SERVICE

BY ANONYMOUS

"Talking back to your Mom is never a good idea. But mocking her
in front of her friends! She knew it would be dealt with…"

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Disclaimer: This work contains graphic descriptions of a
punishment enema. It is not intended for reading or downloading
by anyone under the age of 18. If this subject offends you, do
not read on. All portions of this story are fiction. Any
resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

The author does not condone any sexual act with children under
the age of consent. This fantasy is intended for adult age play
and should be tried only with consenting adults. Act out these
punishment scenes at your own risk!

Britney knew she was wrong and deserved to be punished. Talking
back to your Mom is never a good idea. But mocking her in front
of her friends! She knew it would be dealt with. As soon as
Britney got home from school she was met at the door. Catherine,
Britney's Mother, marched the girl to her room. "Stay right there
young lady. Today your getting punished for that little show you
put on yesterday at the mall. I'm sure you remember what you
did", said her Mom. Britney was ashen faced and started to worry.
"I'll be back soon. You stay here until I'm ready". The door
slammed as her Mom left. Britney could hear her mom make a phone
call from the bedroom across the hall but she could not hear the
whole conservation, something about an appointment….

The 12 Year old girl sat, for what seemed like hours, in her
bedroom awaiting her fate. The rules were well known to her,
disrespect would not be tolerated under any circumstances and it
looked like her luck was running out. After what seemed like an
hour, she could hear her Mother as she came down the hallway
approaching the door. Britney's heart began to pound as the door
swung open and Catherine walked in the room. "Let's get going
young lady, you know what to do," she said.

"Yes Mother," was her only reply as Catherine disappeared into
the bathroom. Britney knew spankings were always delivered while
she was naked so she began to remove her clothing stripping down
to her T-shirt and panties. Her body had just starting to
develop. This year she had grown several inches and her breasts
had started to form swollen buds. The nipples hardened and she
felt goose bumps from the cool air. Her legs were long and slim
like a young colt and her bottom was small yet firm and round.
She listened intently and with some trepidation as she heard the
sounds of things being prepared for her punishment. Then she
heard her Mother's voice, "Britney, I am ready for you now!" With
a lump in her throat, Britney entered the bathroom.
"OH Mother! NO!" cried Britney. She was horrified to see that her
Mom was not alone. Beside her was a stranger, a big man. The girl
began to cry." Not in front of a stranger!! No!" She ran from the
bathroom out into the hall trying to get away. The girl got about
10 feet down the hall but a strong male hand grabbed her by the
arm and jerked her straight up. Then she was marched by the
earlobe right back into the bathroom.

"Britney listen to me! This is the man from the Punishment
Service. He is here to teach me how to properly punish my girls.
So stop that struggling right this minute", said her angry
Mother. The girl was scared by now so she stood very still. She
trembled and began to sob. There was no use resisting she
thought. This Master was too big and he had her by the arms now
holding her strongly as her Mom explained "You will do everything
he tells you, Britney. Follow his orders immediately and with no
complaints. He has been given total charge of you for this
punishment session. Do you understand?" The girl stood there
thinking. She was so embarrassed. She felt like there was no
other choice but to obey, and truthfully, there was none. Like it
or not, this was her fate now. "Yes Mother, I will try", said the
distressed girl.

Britney's stomach began to flutter and great big tears rolled
down her face when she saw the preparations made for her
punishment. On the counter of the sink was the red rubber
two-quart enema bag and tubing. A large douche nozzle was placed
next to a jar of Vaseline along with several latex examination
gloves. More ominous was the large pitcher and a bar of Ivory
soap. Britney felt a hard pull on her arm as the big man
positioned her facing the bathroom sink standing next to the
toilet. Tears began to creep into her eyes as she watched him
remove the wrapper from the bar of soap and place it in the
pitcher. He then ran the hot water for several minutes until it
was steaming before filling the container letting the water
splash directly on the white floating bar.

"Britney, today you will be getting your first ever punishment
enema. You deserve this and I mean to make you a sorry young girl
for smart mouthing to your Mom in front of her friends", said the
Master. "Yes Sir", said the frightened girl. He grabbed her by
the shoulders and shook her and looked straight into Britney's
eyes "YOU HAD BETTER TAKE THIS PUNISHMENT WELL... YOU WILL DO AS
YOU TOLD AND HOLD EVERY DROP TILL I SAY." Britney could hardly
look up at him. This time she knew she had gone too far. She
could tell her Mom must be really mad to call in the Punishment
Master! "PLEASE, Sir, not an enema! Please, I'm so sorry! I
promise I'll never talk back to Mom again..." begged the girl. He
shook the girl again and then Catherine grabbed the child and
slapped her face and said," You're getting the enema, Britney.
You better take it well and hold every drop until you get
permission to go. Any trouble from you and I will tell the
Punishment Master to give you what Angie got las t week, a good
switching, and you will be really sorry… REALLY SORRY!
Understand?"

"Oh NO, not the switch, I understand Momma. I'll be good! Please
don't do that. PLEASE! I'll try to be good and do as you say"
answered the frightened girl.

*****

Britney remembered the Punishment Service's first visit last
week. Oh, how horrible! Her older sister, Angie, had made a bad
mistake, she refused take a simple spanking for breaking curfew.
Angie thought that a 16 year old girl should not have to be in by
11:00PM. So she stayed out until midnight. Sat morning first
thing when Mom tried to spank her for it, Angie fought and even
scratched her Mom's face as she struggled to prevent the
spanking. Well Catherine got even all right.

There was an ad on the internet: "Master's Punishment Service....
Discrete experienced Master available for female discipline. Old
fashioned spankings for the naughty wife, girlfriend, or
misbehaving daughters. Punishment enemas are my specialty.
Outcall available Phone: xxx-xxx-xxxx"

Catherine made that call. An hour later the door bell rang and
there was this same big man. A few words with Mom then right up
to Angie's room they went. Britney remembered sneaking up the
stairs and peeking through a crack in the door. She saw what
happened. Angie was jerked up off her bed, her clothes were
stripped off and her hands quickly tied behind her back. Before
Angie even had a chance, she was totally naked in front of a
stranger and tied so she was unable to resist. Catherine
explained that the Punishment Master was here to punish her for
the curfew violation and for resisting her spanking. Now it was
to be a punishment enema and the switch!

Mom held Angie as the Punishment Master clipped a spreader bar
between her ankles. Now Angie could not run. She could only stand
there with her naked legs spread as the preparations were made.
The Punishment Master produced a big rubber bag attached to a
long hose. On the end was a large black nozzle. Britney was
horrified as she saw Angie forced to squat down with her hands
still tied behind her back and the bar keeping her feet well
apart. Her Mom helped hold the girl so she would stay squatting
up-right in position as the big nozzle was rammed in and she got
two hot and soapy quarts of water up her bottom, the bag emptying
and Angie's young belly swelling under the load. Then there was
an inflatable plug that went in Angie's anus. The cramps started
immediately and they must have been really bad because Angie was
groaning and begging already.

Since she had her hands secured behind her back and her ankles
spread apart by the wooden bar all she could do was bend and
squat and sand up straight as the cramps caused havoc in her
swollen belly. Her Mom stayed right there to make sure Angie had
to stay upright and could not fall over on the floor. Staying
vertical meant the enema worked its way down into Angie's lower
belly where it swelled her out terribly. It must have been really
bad.

Then there was the switch. Britney silently spied through the
door crack in horror. The Master had a long hickory switch! He
used it up and down Angie's legs and on her bottom. Even some
slashes to her swollen tummy and up between her legs right into
her bottom crack and slit! Angie cried and begged. She stretched
up on her tip toes and tried to jump up and down...she would even
squat... anything to move from that switch! Poor Angie did quite
a dance of pain. But the movements just made the enema cramp
worse and the switch could always find a new place to torment!
The inside of Angie's thighs must have been a painful place…
Angie screamed extra loud every time the switched visited there
and the Punishment Master seemed to enjoy hitting those soft
inner thighs the most!

Soon Angie was begging for mercy promising to be a good girl, to
never fight again...anything. But the switch just kept doing its
devil's work on Angie's legs and bottom and the enema cramps kept
getting stronger. Britney will never forget that day. She ran to
her room not waiting until Angie's punishment was over. It was
too much she thought she would never want that to happen to her!

This Punishment Service was where Catherine learned about
punishment enemas. "They are excellent for young girls. Really
teaches a lesson and leaves no evidence should the girl make the
mistake of complaining at school", said the Punishment Master.
"Call me next time one of your girls needs correcting and I will
come right over and show you how to give her a good enema and
spanking, you can watch and learn. Then you will be able to do
them yourself"

Right at that moment Britney's Mom knew she had found a wonderful
way to control her four girls. Britney and her three sisters
would be getting the punishment enema when they misbehaved from
now on and she would take the nice Punishment Master's offer to
teach her how to do it properly. The very next day she went out
to buy all the necessary items so she would be ready. The girls
were always taking advantage of her since she was a single Mom
and had no really good way to punish them, but now, with the
punishment enema and this Master on call to help her, she would
take full control and bring up fine and decent girls that knew
how to obey and follow the rules.

*****

"Ok, Britney, we'll see how brave and strong you are. I bet
you'll think twice before using that smart mouth with me again",
said Catherine. By now the preparations for the enema were well
underway. The Master set the pitcher down on the counter top.
Britney couldn't look away from the pitcher as foamy soapsuds
floated off the bar of Ivory and drifted through the hot water.
He swirled the soap in the pitcher until the water took on milky
white color. She watched in horror as the bar of soap was removed
and set on the counter. It s surface was all bubbly and after
sitting in the hot water for several minutes it was clearly
apparent that it softened considerably.

Britney sniffed and tears began to flow from the corners of her
eyes as she watched the Master pour the contents of the pitcher
into the red rubber enema bag. Bubbles flowed out of the top of
the bag and dribbled down the sides of bulging bag. She put the
empty pitcher down and screwed in the cap which was connected to
the several feet of rubber tubing. He checked to see that the
clamp on the tubing was closed then turned and hung the enema bag
high from the shower curtain rod. The bag was menacing. It was
filled to capacity and bulged like it was about to burst. Little
did young Britney know that soon the contents would be
transferred to her tummy and she would be bulging like that
rubber bag. Britney began to whimper as she saw the large douche
nozzle slipped onto the tubing. The tube with its nozzle looked
like an evil snake waiting to crawl into Britney's young bottom.
"Oh God", the young girl thought as cold chills ran up her spine.

Turning to Britney, the Master said, "Now I think we are about
ready young lady. Come here!" Britney stepped towards the sink as
she watched him pick up the slippery bar of soap. He rubbed his
fingers into the soap working up a good lather. "Open up!"
Britney began to plead for mercy as her Mother grabbed the back
of her head to hold her still while the Master forced soapy
fingers into her mouth. "Uggghhhh nnnnnnoooo," was all that
Britney could say as the horrible taste of the soap overwhelmed
her and tears rolled down her cheeks. But the soap was worked all
over Britney's tongue and even under it and around her gums. The
soap was worked until she was gagging and foam bubbles were
drooling out of her mouth and down on her chin. Then the soap bar
went right in Britney's mouth "bite down young lady", said The
Master. "You let this go and your Mom has promised I can use my
hickory switch on your bottom and thighs."

Britney looked like a girl wearing one of those ball gags but
this was Ivory soap instead. It tasted terrible. Then her Mom
turned her around and said "arms up" as she slipped off the
T-shirt. The soapy mouth would soon begin to drool, no use
ruining a clean shirt. Her bare chest would catch the soapy drool
as it dripped off Britney's chin. It would eventually coat her
little tits and even her stomach. Britney was horrified now that
the strange man could see her breasts. They were just developing
and were mostly swollen pink nipple buds, very firm and not yet
filled out. She sobbed with embarrassment at this.

Britney's Mother put the lid down on the toilet for the Master
and he sat down. Reaching over she grabbed Britney's hand and
pulled her directly in front of him. Reaching his fingers into
the waistband of the girl's panties, he stripped them down to her
ankles and off, leaving Britney totally naked now! The Master's
eyes feasted on what he saw. She was such a pretty girl with her
long coltish legs, budding nipples and hairless mound. It looked
as bare as a billiard ball! He reached out to feel Britney's
tummy. It was flat with a cute little belly button just above the
plump mound. His hand roamed up to feel the firm young tits. Down
his wandering hand went and Britney shuddered as his fingers felt
the girl's cunt. The lips of her pussy were pink and full and the
slit was tight with just a hint of the pedals peeping out. It was
soft and clearly virginal with a small clit bud at the top of her
slit. Britney was turned around. He turned Britney around to feel
and admire the gir l's firm young bottom cheeks. The Master
pulled them apart to peek at the little pink anal hole soon to be
invaded by the enema nozzle and punished so much. Britney's Mom
chuckled approvingly at the way the Master inspected her girl and
she thought to herself "He will make you pay you little bitch.
You're going to be really sorry before he's done..." Britney's
face flushed red with embarrassment and she fought off the urge
to gag from the horrible soap in her mouth. Her lips were
puckered around the nasty soap bar and drool was foaming out and
dripping off her chin onto her breasts and tummy.

In one motion, Britney was pulled over the Master's lap with her
bottom high in the air and her legs slightly spread revealing the
little slit showing back between her thighs. She sniffed again as
she heard him snap on a pair of latex gloves and she heard the
jar of Vaseline being opened and then set down on the countertop.
She groaned as she felt him pry open the cheeks of her ass and
the finger touch the entrance to her anus. With a quick plunge,
the finger pushed up her behind and twisted back and forth. The
Master worked the finger in deep making sure that the Vaseline
was thoroughly coated inside as well as outside her pink anus. He
continued to work the finger in out over and over to make sure
the little hole was opened up and stretched for the big nozzle
that was coming.

Britney began to sob as she felt the tip of the douche nozzle
touch her lubricated butt hole. She squirmed and grunted like a
pig as she felt the big nozzle pushed through the tight hole and
then slid deep into her bottom. The Master said, "I hope this
teaches you a good lesson young lady," as a loud CLICK signaled
the start of the water flow. He kept one hand on her bottom
holding her cheeks together and the nozzle deep in her bottom.
The water and soap jetted up her backside and burned as it went
in. Britney began to squirm on his big lap and through the soap
bar that filled her mouth came grunts and groans of distress. As
the heat of the soapy water invaded her belly, the cramps started
and she did the splits with her legs. The pressure of the water
flow added to her distress and soon Britney kicked her legs off
the floor and squirmed around trying to get away.

Both Britney's Mom and the Master enjoyed the sights as he
tightly held the wiggling girl with her young legs wide open.
What a show of virgin pussy and soft thighs and the rubber hose
as it obscenely emerged from her little asshole! SLAP! SLAP!!
Went the master's massive hand as it exploded across the backs of
Britney's upper thighs right where they met her bottom. SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! Britney grunted thru her soapy gag " Ugggg uh uh
..nnnnn" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Keep your feet still and stop
squirming young lady!" exclaimed the big man. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
By now Britney was in a panic the cramps were bad enough but this
spanking made it a lot worse! She tried to hold still and brace
for the next spank but that effort just doubled the cramps in her
young belly. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Went the hard hand all along the
thighs just below where the enema hose emerged from her bottom.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! The Master was laying into Britney with full force spanks
now!

Now Britney was getting the spanks on her lower bottom right
where she would sit too! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The Master had decided that little Miss
Britney would feel a cramping tummy tonight and be reminded all
day tomorrow as she sat in school on those hard seats. He would
see that the girl had a hot and sore seat for sure. SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! Britney cried and the tears really started to flow... SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He slapped her up and down
each leg and on each bottom cheek. He made sure that Britney was
beet red from her bottom down to her knees: SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

By now the bag was half-empty and sharp cramps filled her
abdomen. Sounds of uncontrolled sobbing worked their way past the
soap bar that filled her mouth. Twisting and turning on the
Master's lap, Britney's legs began again to kick in the air as if
she was trying to run away from the soapy invasion that filled
her bowels. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The spanking
continued. After what seemed to be a forever, Britney heard the
sound of the bag gurgling dry as the last drops of the solution
filled her backside. With a CLICK he shut the clamp on the hose
and with a sharp jerk she removed the douche nozzle from her
burning anus.

"You better hold this water, young lady! Do not let go of a drop.
I won't tell you a second time" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Here are a few
extras to top of your drink too, Miss Smarty Pants. You'll think
twice before smart mouthing off to your Mom again ha ha..." said
the Master. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

With a final sharp slap on her bottom, the Master said,
"Stand-up!" and Britney struggled to her feet. Standing before
her Mother and the Punishment Master, her abdomen looked like she
was pregnant! She was really swollen above her bare pussy mound.
She looked comical with her big belly and wobbly legs and her
eyes were red and puffy from crying. The drool had mixed with her
tears and she was wet from chin to chest. Her bowels growled in
retaliation to the soapy invasion and the muscles of her tummy
could be seen surging with the cramps that grew worse by the
second. "I think 10 minutes will be sufficient for you young
lady," said the cruel Master as Britney could only groan past the
horrible soap that filled her mouth.

Her Mom knew that now the real punishment began. By far the worst
part was the retention with its labor like cramps. Britney was
made to kneel in the tub staying up high on her knees with her
hands behind her back. She began to sob and groan louder as she
watched the Master set the kitchen timer to 10 minutes and set
the clock down onto the countertop. Tick…Tick…Tick went the
timer.

Oh how it hurt! The cramps would come and go...some times they
were very bad. She couldn't keep her hands behind her back. She
had to grip her tummy and sometimes she would hold her fire hot
bottom cheeks together to try to stop it. She looked imploringly
at her Mother praying she would at least be allowed to use her
hands...anything to try to hold the enema.

The pressure quickly grew in Britney's belly and soon she was
doing a silly wiggle as she shifted her weight from one knee to
the other and then back again. The cramps came in waves and when
they hit Britney grimaced and bent over slightly while rubbing
her swollen belly in an attempt to stop her pain. She clenched
her butt cheeks together as tight as she could as her body
trembled while she struggled to retain the solution. At least
twice the Master had to spank the child's bottom some more to
remind her to stay still. Every tick of the timer echoed through
her brain as she fought to retain the enema and she struggled to
keep from spitting out the soap bar that filled her mouth with
foul flavor. Time passed slowly… she grunted and groaned and
silently prayed for it to hurry up and end.

At last, the bell on the timer rang. Britney scrambled into
position to sit on the toilet, but she was stopped. Britney cried
with big sobs as she watched her Mother go to the bathroom
cupboard and take out the porcelain bucket and set it on the
floor in front of the commode. "Bad girls deserve to be
humiliated and what better way than to have to use a bucket",
said the Master as Britney was made to squat down over the
bucket.

The Master pulled the soap bar from her mouth. She made a
horrible face in reaction to the foul taste. Britney's bowels
growled and groaned, but Britney's embarrassment of squatting
over the bucket and in full view of her Mother and this strange
man seemed to prevent her from relaxing enough to gain relief.
She sobbed and watched him slowly clean the enema bag and put
things way. Meanwhile, the cramps continued to rack Britney's
stomach. Finally, Britney's Mother and the Master left the
bathroom and closed the door, her backside erupted and the foul
liquid flowed into the bucket.

Outside the bathroom the Punishment Master and Britney's Mom
chuckled as they heard the sounds of Britney's relief. "She will
be fine by tomorrow morning", said the Master. "Put her to bed
with no supper and watch her over the night to make sure she
doesn't get sick from the mouth soaping. Tomorrow at school, the
girl will sit on a sore bottom and that will help drive this
lesson home."

"Thanks so much for your help with Britney. I think I learned a
lot about the punishment enema and I may try it tomorrow on my
twin 14 year olds. Those girls have been screwing up at school
lately", said Catherine.

"Great idea", said the Master as he prepared to leave. "Give me a
call and let me know how it goes. If you want I'll be happy to
visit anytime. I get busy around school report card time so be
sure to call early", said Punishment Master.

"Oh I will call you for sure and I may want more help soon. These
girls are really a hand full for a small woman like me and being
all alone it is very difficult, too", said the Mom. "My name is
Catherine by the way"

"Nice to meet you Catherine please call me Master in front of
your girls but privately my name is Charles. I'll see you get
priority help for your daughters", smiled the cruel man.

Catherine walked Charles to the front door. As he left, she
couldn't help but think that this may the kind of strong
influence she and her girls needed at home. She couldn't help but
wonder if Charles was available. Maybe she would think about
inviting him over for dinner so they could get better acquainted.
But for now, using the Punishment Service was a good start.
Catherine promised herself that Charles would soon be a familiar
site at her home. This was very exciting to Catherine and she
knew she would need to go to her bedroom soon and lock the door
so she could get some relief for herself. This whole session had
made her wet and very excited she secretly wondered what type of
punishment Master Charles would pick for her if she need it!

A few minutes later, Catherine re-entered the bathroom door and
handed Britney a roll of toilet paper and told the girl to
clean-up and head for bed. Before she left the room, Catherine
filled a bathroom glass with warm water and walked out into the
bedroom. Britney cleaned herself off, emptied the bucket and
cleaned it before replacing it back into the cabinet. She then
rinsed her mouth with the water, which only seemed to refresh the
taste of the soap. Now that the cramps were almost stopped,
Britney began to feel how hot her legs and bottom was where she
got the spanking. She turned to look in the mirror. Her upper
thighs, right at the crease of leg and bottom, were beet red and
they still burned like she had been stung a thousand times.

Britney walked out into the bedroom and was handed her underwear
by her Mother. She was pleased to see that horrible man was gone.
As she put her panties on, the cramps from her bowels still
caused her considerable discomfort. Picking up the rest of her
clothes, she heard her Mother say, "I hope this has taught you a
good lesson," to which she replied, "Oh yes Mother it has!"
Britney went to bed and quietly cried until she finally fell
asleep.

The next morning at breakfast, Britney still could taste a little
soap in her mouth as she ate her cereal and her bottom, right at
the top of her legs, was very sore from the spanking. She knew
sitting at school today would be uncomfortable. But squirming
around was out of the question any sudden movement made the
cramps come again and God forbid she get in trouble at school,
that would surely mean a repeat performance tonight or, worse
yet, another call to the Punishment Service.

As she put her coat on to go to school, her Mother gave her a big
hug and told her how sorry she was that she had to punish her,
but that it would make her a better person. She told Britney how
proud she was that Britney had held her enema like a big girl and
that her punishment was now over and she was forgiven. Britney
thanked her Mother as she walked out the door knowing that her
Mom was right and vowing silently to herself to never get caught
disrespecting her Mother again.

Catherine watched young Britney walk down the street to the
school bus stop with her two twin sisters. Little did those 14
year olds know what was waiting for them this afternoon after
school! Catherine smiled to herself….