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
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
