Enema Punishment Novels & Stories

What was wrong with me? “You got drunk after only a few shots of whiskey. Why didn’t you warn me that you were becoming so weak? Do you have any idea what will happen if other people start to notice?” His fist hit the desk so hard that the wood cracked loudly, making me cringe and filling me with the urge to flee.

Christine lay on her back on the bed with her angled legs spread apart. Clara clipped her nipples with a thin stainless peg as Doctor Fernandez sat on the stool at the end of the bed between Christine's legs. Christine cried in pain as the clip squeezed her nipples so hard and painfully. She squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed the sheets at her sides. “It'll all be fine Miss” Clara said running her slender fingers along Christine's torso. “This is the last part of the treatment Miss. I want to make sure your vulva wasn't hurt during the enema treatment.” He said flimsily as he applied some lube on two of his fingers.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

But Dad remained impassive as he looked at me and said, "According to the rules, when Tommy does something wrong, you get double the punishment!" A thick cane whistled through the air and lashed viciously across my back. "Ah!" I screamed, my thin shirt offering no protection against the brutal force. A searing pain shot across my back instantly, as if my skin had been split open. The lashes rained down mercilessly on me. From my arms and my back down to my thighs, no part of me was spared. I writhed on the floor in agony, instinctively covering my head with both hands. Cold sweat poured down my face as my vision blurred.

"Anything that can draw blood, really. Fisting. Candle wax or anything that produces fire. Spitting. No golden showers, uhmm…" "How about we list a few things and you'll tell us if you write them off?" Rowan suggested and she nodded, breathing in relief. "Double penetration?" She blushed. "I thought we already did that the other time…" "No, Cara," I chuckled. "He means vaginal and anal penetration." "Oh," she blushed even more. "I'm open to that." "Humiliation?" "What does that mean?" "It's only if you've been a bad girl. You can get punished in public. Or if we're at the club, you can be paraded around with a collar or a leash."

I braced myself for whatever was to come, knowing that there was no way out. I felt a sharp pain in my butt, Jason inserted a syringe into my anus. The moment the cool liquid started to flow into me, I knew what was happening. I had heard of syringe enema punishment before, but I never thought I would be on the receiving end of it. I tried to scream, but all that came out was a choked sob as I felt my insides being filled with water.

“Daddy is going to take all the bad away from your body. Every single toxin left inside. You just have to endure for a short time, and I will give you two credits for good behavior.” I could see him pull the enema bag and nozzle his way as he positioned himself behind me. I heard the snap of a bottle, some shuffling around, and the feel of a wet nozzle touching my anus. “Okay, I’m going to put this tube in this tiny little hole of yours. It will sting as it stretches you, but I want you to be a good girl and not give me any tears. Take it up the ass without a fight, and just know it won’t be the last thing spreading your hole wide.”

Between us the bed frame as shaking as we trembled through our orgasms. "Pleasure," Master said, "releases endorphins in the body which helps your slave tolerate more pain. Often, in the middle of their punishment, I'll let them have another one. You'll see the handle of the 'Enforcer' is phallic shaped and it makes a great tool for getting your slave off again when she might need it. "To get a feeling for how this will feel on your slave's buttocks, whack yourself with it a couple times. Assume she can tolerate what you're able to tolerate. If it's too hard for you, it's too hard for her."

“I thought about what would be a good punishment to give.” “…….” Punishment? The punishment he said he’d give me earlier. The man tilted his head, looked at the showerhead, then turned it and took it out of the shower hose. Water that didn’t reach the showerhead overflowed and splashed onto the floor. “Let’s try an enema.” “What?” “Lie face down.” Was an enema the same as what I knew? I hesitated, not understanding why he was talking about it after removing the shower hose.

“But Mother, both of her crimes are punishable by exilement…” “Shut up. Punishment is what I say it is…” Mane Beatrice smirks as she looks from Nala over to Graves and says. “Trust me this will be worse on her than being exiled… Graves the last 10 lashes, the whip is to be soaked in our Deaths Door serum.”