Yesterday, Ben gave his eleven-year-old niece three very difficult enemas. His purpose was simple--punish a proud child, who had been walking around like she owned the place. Mary, a flat-chested firm-bodied girl, had come to live with him after her parents were killed in a plane crash. That was fine, but slowly Ben saw his authority in his own home being threatened. Mary wasn't saying "sir" enough, and she was walking around without a care in the world. She had a bald pussy but she was acting like she had hair on it.

Ben had been patient for over three months, but finally something had to be done. He had considered what to do a million times. Finally, he decided to go back to the basics of the spankings and enemas he and his sister had endured as children. Looking back, he realized why that in the 1950s, he and his sister had been so well behaved. His mother had an open hand, and she used it to redden their white bottoms.

She also knew how to give a large-capacity enema that left their flat tummies bulging like they were eight months pregnant. And she knew how to use ball gags, ropes, and clothespins. There was no question about who ran her house. No question at all!

Looking back, Ben envied his mother's authority, and over the next month he bought all the equipment necessary duplicate that authority. He even built a punishment room in his basement. Ben remembered standing in front of his mother during enema holding time. He couldn't beg to sit on the toilet because he was wearing a red ball gag in his mouth and his hands tied behind his back. All he could do was moan through the gag and plead with his eyes as he looked at his mother and then down at his bulging tummy. She had not only humiliated him into submission, she had taken away his belly button. His tummy was bulging so much that his belly button was completely spread out! His belly looked just like that of a pregnant woman!

Ben's mother, who was an armature photographer with her own darkroom, always took before and after pictures of the discipline sessions. These large-sized photos were kept in albums, which Ben and his sister had to keep in the bottom drawer of their dressers. They were reminders of the price of disobedience.

One hour each week Ben would have to spend an hour with his mother discussing the details of each photo and what his mother was attempting to accomplish. They sat at a small table so she could easily look in his eyes as she explained each photo to him. As she pointed to a photo, she would say thinks like, "I spanked you here on the back of your leg as a surprise. I thought you were preparing yourself for another spank on your bottom." Or, "Yes, I could have given you a regular enema, but then you would've still had a bellybutton. You're proud of your deep bellybutton, so I filled you with enough water to make it stretch completely out."

Or, "I didn't need to put you in total restraint, but I couldn't take a chance on having my authority compromised. Sometimes when you're able to move your arms or turn your head, I see that as an outright threat to my authority. I want you to know that mother will do whatever it takes to keep her authority in this house."

On one page of a typical album, you'd see twelve-year-old Ben fully clothed and smiling. On the opposite page, you see him naked except for white calf-high socks. His penis, about the size of a man's finger, was sticking straight up. Making Ben's penis erect was part of the humiliation process his mother used in every discipline session. In spite of having an erection, the picture showed Ben with a fearful look on his face.

When you turned the page of the album, you saw Ben with his back turned to the camera. His big-boy white bubble butt was completely exposed. On the opposite page, he was standing in the same position, but his butt was red and covered with all the marks of a serious spanking. Ben's mother studied the science of spanking. Each spank was designed to sting and burn like crazy.

Turning to the next page, you would see a face photo of Ben smiling happily. On the opposite page, was the same pose but tears were streaming down his face. He wasn't gagged in this photo because his mother wanted a photo that showed all his emotions. On the next two pages, however, Ben's face was distorted beyond recognition by a red ball gag. The one page showed him wearing the obscenely large gag without tears, and the other showed him crying.

On the following pages, there were pictures of Ben in the various stages of getting an enema. The op en-crotch photos showed a thick red hose stretching his bumhole. Hand pump-up bulbs were dangling from the hose. These bulbs pumped up the two rubber donuts around the hose. The donuts sealed the enema hose to his rectum. A nurse looking at the picture would be able to say that the enema hose wasn't coming out until Ben's mother said so. Ben's mother called this type of enema an "attachment enema."

Other photos showed Ben standing sideways to the camera. His belly was flat and his penis was standing straight up. Opposite that photo, he was shown with a balloon-out belly! A serious bulge out! His mother would begin with a normal clean-out enema and work her way up to the huge capacity enema that a doctor might give for an important x-ray.

The last pages were the most humiliating. Ben was shown facing the camera. He was only wearing white calf-high socks, and his hands were tied behind his back. He was fitted with the big red ball gag and tears were rolling down his face. His belly was bulging, but something new had been added-clothes pins. He had a clothespins attached to each of his nipples and three clothes attached to the sides of his erect penis. One clothes pin was attached to the head of his penis, which made his penis look longer than it was.

Ben had sworn that he would never use these techniques on his own children, but after his wife died and left him childless, Ben didn't need to worry about the subject of discipline. Until Mary arrived.

He began his first discipline session in the punishment room with a long lecture about the importance of enemas. After the test, he gave Mary a test on the subject. It was a very unusual test with unusual answers.

1. What is the most important word in my life? (Enema)
2. When can I be given an enema? (anytime for any reason)
3. Can I beg and complain before and during an enema? (yes)
4. Can I resist my enema? (Yes, but you will be punished by receiving extra holding time)
5. Can other adult give me an enema? (Yes, any adult friend of your Uncle Ben can give you an enema.)

As time went by, Ben expanded the test, and he had many interesting discipline sessions with Mary.