A Stormy Afternoon with Ms. G



A Stormy Afternoon with Ms. G

Ms. Genevive was relaxing in her country house this summer day, polishing her nails and trying to concentrate on a magazine she picked up at a local store the previous day.  The fact is that she was bored and a little antsy to do something interesting.  But it was starting to thunder and lightning outside and the storm was expected to intensify as the afternoon and evening went on.  She would not be able to go into town to run errands and do some light shopping, at least not for the next few hours.  She would have to find something interesting to occupy her time at home besides looking at magazines and polishing her nails.

Well, she did not have to think very hard to come up with something to do.  Her nephew Jon was staying with her for a time, and he in fact was down the hall in his room, no doubt wasting his time reading some fantasy or sports magazine.  The thought was starting to mature in her mind.  She loved giving over the knee spankings and enemas, and occasionally enjoyed giving Jon some of her expert treatment, much to his dismay.  Well, it was good for him, she thought; and besides, she enjoyed giving it.  It was good all around, she reasoned.  Besides, with the rain starting to fall, and no one else expected to visit, it was a perfect time for a good over the knee session.

She thus began to make preparations for her session.  She always did them in the spare bedroom between Jon's bedroom at one end of the hall and her bedroom at the opposite end.  In the middle of the hall, across from the spare room, was a bathroom that was conveniently located for her enema sessions.  She ventured into the spare room, making sure to do so quietly so as not to startle Alex or give him a clue as to what was in store for him.  She straightened up the room, drew the blinds, and pulled her comfortable chair into a convenient spot in the room.  She also pulled a small side table and placed it next to her chair.  She liked to play her sessions "by ear," letting them develop as her mood dictated and as Jon behaved or misbehaved during the session.  The one thing she was sure of was that she would give Jon at least two enemas, the first one with her favorite bulb. 

Ms. G then went back to her room and finished with her nails.  She heard a thunder clap close by, a sign that the storm was rapidly approaching.   She then changed into a comfortable pair of slacks that she liked to wear during her sessions, and pulled back her hair so that it would not get in her way as she administered her session.  

"Well," she thought to herself, "before I get everything ready I suppose I should go next door and tell jon to get himself ready for his session."  She put on her stern expression and marched into the hall and over to his room, making sure that he would hear her coming.

She knocked on his door, then opened it and walked in to find him laying across his bed reading one of his magazines. 

"Jon," she announced, "I think it's time we had one of our over the knee sessions.  We have not done one in a while."

"Oh, no, Ms. G," he complained, "Please don't give me a spanking."

"I'm sorry, Jon," she said. "I'm going to give you more than that.  Now there's no use in complaining."

he stomped his feet.  "Are you going to give me an enema?," he cried.

"I don't want any backtalk," she told him.  "Now get those clothes off.  I'll be back for you in a minute."

Ms. G then went back across to the spare room to make a few final preparations.  She went to the window to look out, and noticed that the rain was starting to fall heavily.  At that moment a crack of thunder shook the house.  It was a perfect afternoon for a session.  No one would call; nor could anyone visit.  She arranged her chair and side table in the middle of the room, then filled her small basin with soapy water and placed it on the table.  She also placed a jar of Vaseline nearby, and also pulled out her favorite hairbrush just in case she needed it.  Most of the time she preferred to paddle Jon's bottom with her bare hand; but sometimes she knew that more extreme measures were required.  She then looked about one last time to make sure she had not forgotten anything.  "Well, it was time to get started," she thought to herself.

She then walked down to Jon's room, and opened the door, only to find him in his shirt and shorts sitting on the bed.

"Jon," she said, "I thought I told you to get your clothes off."

"Do I have to," he asked sheepishly.

"Yes," she said. "Now let's get these clothes off."

"Oh, no, Ms G," he cried, .

"I told you I don't want any back talk," she said sternly.  "I've made up my mind." She pulled his shirt off and placed it on the bed.  "Now let's get these underpants off," she said as she pulled them down to his knees and let them drop to the floor.

"There," she said, "Now you're ready for your enema.  Come with me."  She took him by the hand and led him back across the hall to her spare room.  She couldn't really blame Jon for whining and whispering as she led him into her spare room.  "Stop the complaining," she said, "you're getting an enema whether you want one or not."

She led him to her chair, and she quickly sat down and quickly pulled him across her lap.  He was now in her favorite position, helpless across her lap with his bottom in clear view and within easy reach.  "Make yourself comfortable, Jon," she said sternly.  "You're going to be across my lap for awhile now."  He wiggled on her lap and moaned again that he didn't want an enema.

"Well, then, how about a bare bottom spanking," she said as she began to paddle his bottom first on one cheek then on the other. 

"Oh, that hurts," he cried.

"I'm going to paddle you until that bottom is good and red."

"Are you going to hold still," she asked as she continued to paddle him.

"Ok," he moaned, I'll be still."

"That's better," she said.  "Now hold still."  She rubbed his bare bottom to soothe it from her paddling.  "I'm sorry to have to paddle you like that, Jon," she said. "That's what you get when you squirm and complain.  Next time I'll get out my hairbrush and you'll really get a paddling." 

He groaned. "Please don't use your hairbrush Ms G. I'll be still," he whimpered.

"OK," she said sternly, "let's get started with your enema." 

She placed her hand on his bottom, and opened his cheeks up as wide as she could.  She saw that she needed to put some vaseline on him before administering the enema. 

She then reached for her vaseline and took a large portion on her finger, and parted his bottom again.  "Hold still jon," she said, "I'm going to put the vaseline on you. I don't want any wiggling and moaning while I do it." She parted his cheeks again and held them apart with her left hand as she applied the Vaseline with her right hand, running her finger up and down his bottom to maker sure he was ready for his enema. 

"There," she said at length, "That wasn't so bad was it "

He groaned as she finished applying the vaseline.  "Well, then," she said, "Now you're ready for your enema."  She now reached for her bulb and filled it with soapy water, before 
She reached up and took the enema bulb in her hand, parted his cheeks once more, and inserted it.  Jon squirmed as she did so.  "Hold still," she commanded, as she slapped him two or three times on his exposed behind.  "or I'll spank you while I'm giving you the enema."  Jon stopped squirming, and Genevive proceeded with the enema, quickly opening the clamp and releasing the water.  She watched as the bag gradually emptied into Jon.  When the bag was empty, she withdrew the tub, and spanked him a few more times to make him hold the water.  Finally, she let him up, and led him to the bathroom.
While Jon was in the bathroom, Genevive filled her enema bag a second time, and hung it on a stand next to her chair.  "I think he needs another enema," she said to herself as she waited for Jon to finish in the bathroom. 
When he finished, she was waiting for him.  "Come with me, Jon," she said in her stern voice.  "You're going to get another enema."  She now led him back to her spare room, and pulled him over her lap once more, exposing his bare behind to her full view.  She rubbed his cheeks to prepare him for the enema.  Jon groaned as he went over her lap, but did not resist this time.  Again, she parted his cheeks and applied the vaseline, and again she inserted the enema tube, as she had done before, watching as the bag slowly emptied.  "Just a little bit more," she said soothingly when the bag was nearly empty.
When it was finally empty, she let him up, and led him back to the bathroom.  She sat down in a chair outside, and told Jon that she would wait there until he was finished.  After several minutes, Jon emerged, still naked, but hoping that his ordeal might now be over.  His hopes were quickly dashed, however.
Genevive did not get up from her chair, but quickly took Jon by the hand and pulled him over her lap.  "You need another spanking," she said, "just to make sure I've made my point."  She then proceeded to give him a hard bare bottom spanking, as Jon squirmed on her lap begging her to stop.  Fortunately for Jon, it did not last very long -- but still his bottom was very red when she was finished. 
"Ok, Jon," she said at last, "I think we've done enough for today.  You can get your clothes on now."  With that, Jon hustled back to his room, relieved at last to be finished with the session, and off of Ms. Genevivef's lap.
Meanwhile, she straightened up the spare room, and put the enema equipment away for use on another day.  She felt the session had gone very well, and had enjoyed taking Jon over her lap.  "Perhaps," she thought, "we will do it again in a few days."
She returned to her bedroom to change her clothes, and perhaps to finish her nails and continue with that boring novel she was reading.  She walked over to the window and looked outside.  The storm had passed and the sun was coming out. The large lawn outside was wet, but also a sparkling green. A large rainbow now stood on the horizon where the storm clouds were a few hours ago. The storm had blown away the heat and humidity, and she looked out on a sunny and pleasant afternoon.  "Well," she thought to herself, "maybe I can get those errands done after all."  

the end

DOUBLE PLEASURE



Thank you J. for another wonderful story.



AS I CAME IN THE DOOR FROM SCHOOL, MY AUNT GEN GREETED ME AND SAID “YOU LOOK FLUSH.  I THINK I SHOULD TAKE YOUR TEMPERATURE.  UPSTAIRS YOUNG MAN”.  I HEADED UP TO HER BEDROOM KNOWING I WAS PROBABLY GOING TO GET AN ENEMA.  ON AT LEAST A DOZEN OCCASIONS SHE HAD GIVEN ME AN ENEMA WHICH ALWAYS EXCITED ME.  TODAY WAS NO EXCEPTION.  SHE HAD ME DISROBE AND UP ONTO HER SPECIAL PADDED TABLE.  “LET’S SEE WHAT’S GOING ON WITH YOU”, SHE SAID AS SHE PULLED A THERMOMETER FROM A DRAWER.
I COULD SEE MY ASS IN THE MIRROR WHICH SHE MOVED CLOSE TO THE END OF THE TABLE.
SHE LUBRICATED MY ASSHOLE, SHOOK THE THERMOMETER, THEN QUICKLY INSERTED IT DEEP INTO MY RECTUM.  IT WAS TIGHT AS THE THERMOMETER WAS 4 TIMES THE SIZE OF A NORMAL RECTAL THERMOMETER. AS SHE TOOK MY TEMPERATURE, SHE REACHED FOR THE PHONE AND DIALED.  “HI, CLAUDIA.  YOU BUSY?”

CLAUDIA – No, what’s up?
GEN- I’m taking my nephew’s temperature and he seems somewhat impacted.  Just wondering
         If you could come by and give me a hand.  This may turn into something more.
CLAUDIA- I would love it.  Be there in a couple minutes.
GEN-  Oh.  Can you bring your Enema equipment?  Yours is rather extensive as I recall.
CLAUDIA -  Absolutely!

Three minutes later I could hear her enter down stairs.

CLAUDIA- Hello!
GEN – I’m up here.  Lock the front door would you?

Up the stairs she came, and as she entered the room and saw Gen holding the thermometer in my ass, she commented…..

CLAUDIA – Oh my!  Who is this pretty boy with the tight little ass?
GEN – This is my nephew Gary, and he seems to be impacted.
CLAUDIA –Let me have a look.

She switched places with Gen and began moving the thermometer in and out slowly.

CLAUDIA – Oh yeah,  he is definitely impacted.  We’re going to need to clean him out.

She pulled out  the thermometer and looked at Gen.

CLAUDIA – He’s going to need an Enema.  Maybe several.
GEN – You’re the boss.  You want to have the honors?  I’ll be your assistant?
CLAUDIA – That’s what I came over for.  


I looked at Claudia closely for the first time.  She came over fully prepared, dressed in a tight dress.  Her blouse was unbuttoned so that I could see her ample breasts in her black bra.
Gen looked at me and said,

GEN – You’re in for a real treat today.  Claudia is a licensed Enema Nurse and very
            skilled.  

And nasty, I wanted to say, but didn’t. I just managed “Oh really?”

GEN -  You’ll find out soon enough.

CLAUDIA – I normally start out with a two quart Enema.  But to be certain, I’d like to probe
                   his rectum to see what we’re dealing with.

She went to her collection and produced a long stainless steel probe.  

CLAUDIA – Let’s get you nice and lubricated.  Your tight little asshole is going to be getting
                    some rather large nozzles this afternoon. You like the sound of that? Hmm?

She inserted the probe deep into my asshole and began to move it all around, twisting it, turning it, pulling it out then shoving it all the way back in……..several times.  The sensation was incredible and I now had a sizable erection.

CLAUDIA – Everyone’s rectum is different, and I like to know just what kind of nozzle to use
                   as well as what size Enema.

She pulled out the probe and said…

CLAUDIA - Well, I was wrong, Gen.  He has a very long rectum, so we’re going to start with
                    a three quart Enema instead.

GEN – Okay.  Let’s get started.

They both seemed rather excited, and I got the feeling they had been planning this for some time. Gen grabbed the three quart red bag and began filling it.  She attached a long red hose, a steel clamp, then hung it on an IV stand.

GEN – Which nozzle do you want first, Claudia?
CLAUDIA – Let’s start with the butt-sweeper nozzle.  Ever used it?
GEN – Don’t believe I have.
CLAUDIA – Oh wow.  You’re going to love it.  It sprays a jet stream out of the bulb head.
                   Let’s have a look.

Claudia attached the nozzle to the hose, held it over the sink, and released the clamp.  Seconds later a dozen tiny jets of water came spurting out of the bulb head of the nozzle.

GEN – Oh my word!  That’s got to be quite a sensation.

CLAUDIA – Oh yeah. Wait till it’s deep inside him and I release the clamp.  His face is going to  
                    light up.  Not to mention his penis. It’s a very erotic and intense nozzle.

GEN – I’ll say!  
CLAUDIA – Shall we?
GEN – By all means!

Gen wheeled the IV stand over to the table as Claudia moved a tall stool into place.  She was now staring directly at my ass and my legs suspended in the air in the stirrups.

CLAUDIA – Okay, Gary.  We’re about to get started.  This is going to be intense and you’re going
                     to want to cum.  But I want you to try and hold off because you are probably going
                     to be getting another Enema after this one.  And it’s going to be even bigger.

She looked at Gen as she grabbed the nozzle.

CLAUDIA – You do have a four quart bag, don’t you?
GEN – Of course.
CLAUDIA – Good.  We’re probably going to need it.  Let’s just see how he does with this.
                   Here we go.

Claudia moved the nozzle ever so slowly up to my asshole, twirled it several times then….

CLAUDIA – Brace yourself.  You’re about to get an Enema.  And a fairly good sized one!

And with that, she shoved  the butt sweeper nozzle in with one quick thrust, demonstrating her   skill as a nurse. Damn!  It was huge, and I could feel my asshole stretched as it went in.  She pulled it back several inches and held it in position about two inches into my rectum.  Without hesitation she reached for the clamp, then released it.  THWACK!!  It made a loud sound and I knew immediately I was getting an Enema.  How could I not?  She was right.  My face lit up and my penis jumped.  The nozzle was spraying a jet stream against the walls of my rectum right where there is major sensation just beyond my anus.  HOLY SHIT!!, I exclaimed. Claudia looked at Gen with a big smile on her face and said..

CLAUDIA – Told ya!  Let’s just see where this nozzle wants to go.

She began sliding it in deeper and deeper until it was buried all the way in my asshole. Looking in the mirror confirmed it.  Claudia was now giving me a three quart Enema with a nozzle that was spraying against the walls of my rectum in all directions.  I could hardly stand it.  I could feel an eruption building inside my loins.  But she would not let me cum.

CLAUDIA – You have a long way to go!  Pace yourself.
GEN – Oh he’s feeling this for sure. You enjoying this?

“Oh God yes!”, I shouted.
Gen  held  my ankles as Claudia administered the Enema.  It seemed to be taking a long time,
Which I remember commenting on….to which Claudia replied…   

CLAUDIA -  This is nothing compared to your next one.
GEN – You are really good at this, Claudia.  And I must say from the expression on your face,
          you seem to be enjoying it.

CLAUDIA – Oh yes.  That’s why I am an Enema Nurse.  I truly love it.  And when I can have a
                   cute little ass like this one to work with, I enjoy it even more.  

She looked up at the bag.

CLAUDIA –What do we have, about another quart left?

Gen felt the bag.

GEN – Just about a quart.

I on the other hand was rather helpless, lying on my back on the table, my legs high in the air, as Claudia just kept moving the nozzle in and out of my asshole….the whole time smiling as she watched it spray all three quarts inside me.
Finally, we were done!  I was full.  

CLAUDIA – Okay.  That was very successful.  Congratulations, young man.  You just got a
                   three quart Enema.  Which, in the Enema world, is nothing….as you are about to find
                    out.

She pulled out the nozzle, slapped my butt then said…

CLAUDIA – Off to the John.  Take as much time as you need.  I want all that out of you.

I must have spent a good twenty minutes on the John making sure I was completely empty, the whole time reminiscing about the experience I just had.  I knew however I was now going to be getting what Gen once referred to as The Big E.  I was going to be getting my very first four quart Enema.  My heart was racing. But I was excited.  I knew it would be one of the most intense and erotic experiences of my life, and I trusted Claudia to give it to me.

I entered the room to be greeted by Gen and Claudia who now seemed to be much more stern.

CLAUDIA – Okay.  Enuf of the child’s play.  It’s time I gave you a real Enema.  Back up on the
                   table. Gen is going to take your temperature again.

As Gen took my temperature, I could not take my eyes off the real issue at hand. I watched Claudia open a cabinet door and there it was:  a bright red Four Quart Enema bag with the letters -- “4 Qt.”--  written on the side.  Claudia wasted no time filling it.  She fastened on a long red hose and hung it upside down on the IV stand.  My eyes bugged out.  Claudia had filled it so full it was bulging at the seams.  She noticed me watching her and said…

CLAUDIA – It’s a lot bigger than you thought, huh? This is going to be quite the ride, honey.
                    This is The Big E!!

Gen finished taking my temperature.

GEN – I think we are good to go!

CLAUDIA – Why don’t you move this in place, Gen.  I’m going to get my signature nozzle.

Gen wheeled the IV stand over next to my ass as Claudia went into her collection of nozzles.
She opened a case and held up the nozzle she was going to use.  It was massive….10 inches long, jet black, with a very thick bulb at the end.  Once again with tiny spray holes.  I began to breathe heavily.

CLAUDIA – Look what we have here!
GEN – Oh wow!  Claudia, that is sensational.  Let me see that.

They both admired it, running their fingers along its shaft.

GEN – You think he can take this?
CLAUDIA – This is Claudia you’re talking to, girl.  He’s definitely going to take it.  Trust me.

By now the anticipation was killing me.

CLAUDIA – It’s Enema time!

Claudia attached the nozzle to the long red hose and began lubricating it as Gen simultaneously lubricated my asshole.  

CLAUDIA – Stick your finger into his ass several times, Gen, and get his asshole ready.  This
                     is big.
GEN – No shit!

CLAUDIA – Here we go.

Claudia placed the tip of the nozzle up to my asshole and moved it around so I could feel its size. Then slowly, slowly she began inserting it.  She knew just how to get it in. She twirled it, pulled it back, twirled it, went in an inch, then two, then…holy shit I could feel my asshole stretched to its maximum…..and the huge nozzle went in!!!!!
“Holy fucking shit!”  I shouted.

CLAUDIA – Here we go!

She released the clamp which made an even louder… THWACK… as if to announce what was happening.  This was the Big E.  And it was intense!  I writhed all over the table as Claudia held the nozzle and Gen held my ankles which were firmly strapped in to the leather stirrups. The Enema took almost fifteen minutes, the whole time Claudia holding the nozzle firmly in her grasp.

CLAUDIA – Oh yeah, you thought the last one was something, didn’t you.  This is what an
                   Enema is honey.  It’s nothing if you don’t feel the pressure.  You are going to
                   get cleaned out but good. And I like giving big Enemas.  Like this one.  And you are
                   getting every bit of it!

She was firm and in control. And I now had a full erection.

GEN – Look at that!
CLAUDIA – Yes, look at that.  He’s taking every bit of it.  And I know his little asshole is
                    feeling the size of that nozzle, aren’t you?

“Oh my God!”  was all I could muster.  I was in  a state of delirium, watching as they went
about this.  I could tell they were enjoying watching me writhe on the table in an effort to deal with it. And as the last drops of the four quart bag were emptying, I came in a huge burst.  It was the most incredible orgasm of my life!

Claudia looked at me and said..

CLAUDIA – Good for you.  Good for you!

Then she looked at Gen and said…

CLAUDIA – We should do this again sometime!