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Subject: {ASSM} RP: The Story of Jenny Part 4 - Jenny Gives Enemas (F/M span enem)
Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 05:10:03 -0400
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The Story of Jenny Part 4 - Jenny Gives Enemas

He loved the way Jenny said the word 'enema'.  The word came out
slowly, with the final syllable drawn out.  Enn-eh-muuuuh.  Jenny
didn't always pronounce 'enema' that way.  She would only draw out the
final syllable when she wanted to emphasize the word, and when she was
feeling aroused.

"It's enema time now", Jenny said to him with a teasingly coy look.
"You get undressed now and I'll get your water ready.  We have all
day, and I'm going to give you several enemas.  Take them well and I
won't whip you too much between each ennnehhmmuuuuuh."

Jenny always used a generous supply of soap in the water for the first
enema of a series.  This first enema was the most difficult for him
because of the soap, which tends to increase the cramping and the urge
to evacuate.  At Jenny's insistence, he is to keep his body
clean-shaven from the waist down, including pubic hair.  She liked him
that way for his enemas, and it also established her dominance over
him.

He heard the water running as he undressed.  Jenny had set up the
large towels on the bathroom floor.

"Okay, we're ready now.  Come and get your ennemuuuuh!", Jenny called
out a few minutes later.

He trembled inside as he knelt on the floor with his bottom up and his
forehead touching the floor.  Jenny was wearing a disposable glove on
one hand, and lubricated the middle finger of her gloved hand.  A
short gasp came from him as she inserted her lubricated finger and
probed his rectum with it, sliding it in and out a few times and
stimulating his prostate before withdrawing and tossing the glove.

He heard Jenny let a little of the hot soapy water run out from the
enema hose into the sink.  Then he felt the nozzle as Jenny pressed
the tip against his rectal opening.  A little shove, and it slid in.

Holding the full two-quart bag, Jenny released the valve and the soapy
enema solution started to flow into him.  After a moment he started to
groan and squirm.  "Ooh, Jenny, oh!", he exclaimed.  She adjusted the
level of the bag from time to time to effect a slower or faster flow
depending on his reactions.  When his protestations reached a certain
level, she would pinch off the flow for a few moments and give him
some time for the soapy solution to go further inside.

He knew that she enjoyed seeing him squirm and struggle - she tells
him so every time she gives him enemas.  He thought of the inevitable
whippings between each enema of the series, and how she loves to
administer them.  He wondered if he was going to get the strap, the
paddle, or the cane today.  He never knows until it is time for him to
get it.  He also thought of the intense hours of pleasure that they
would both enjoy after his ordeal with the repeated enemas and
whippings.  

His attention became abruptly focused on the enema by a feeling of
fullness in his insides, and he delighted Jenny with some intense
squirming and pleading for relief.  She stopped the flow for a moment,
telling him that he needs to take the whole thing and that he'll have
to hold it for at least five minutes before letting it go.

Jenny started the flow again, and he felt the remaining soapy solution
penetrating his innards as the bag gurgled and drained.  She slowly
withdrew the nozzle, and stood directly in front of him as he stayed
in position for the full five minutes, sometimes groaning, sometimes
pounding on the floor with his hands in an effort to retain the warm
soapy enema.  After what felt like an eternity, Jenny let him up and
left the room for about fifteen minutes as he discharged all the
enema.

When he was sure there was no more liquid to come out, he opened the
bathroom door and saw Jenny standing with a strap in her hand and a
coy smile.  She led him to the bedroom, and pointed to the bed, where
she had placed two pillows and a large towel over them for him to lay
face down for his strapping.  When he was situated, Jenny went to one
side and started, giving hard, regularly paced strokes with the strap.
After giving ten strokes, she walked around to the other side and
administered the next ten from there, and continued until the count
had reached forty.

Jenny prepared his next enema while he stayed on the bed following his
first between-enema whipping.  This time she prepared the two quart
bag, but without soap, using a little salt in the solution to maintain
osmotic balance.  She also prepared the same solution in an extra
pitcher, so that she could add some to the enema bag before it would
drain completely.  This way he would take more than the two quarts.

She told him to lay on his back for this one, and when he was in
position, she lubricated the nozzle and had him raise his hips while
she inserted the tip inside him.  Jenny started the flow, and adjusted
the height of the bag she was holding to regulate the flow.  In the
position he was in, he could see Jenny and her facial expressions as
she straddled him. 

At first, the enema solution flowed easily into his
partially-cleaned-out insides.  This enema was intended to go deeper.
When the bag had drained about one quart into him, it got to be more
difficult.  Jenny lowered the bag a little to ease the flow, and she
also poured prepared solution from the pitcher into the bag until it
was full again.

One thing that he could count on is that each enema during a series
was a little different, as Jenny contrived ways to make it interesting
for herself and for him.  Telling him to breathe fully, Jenny kept
raising and lowering the bag until the last of the solution drained
into him.  She withdrew the nozzle and stood directly over his face so
that he could see the beginnings of dampness on her panties.  He also
liked to grab hold of and feel  her bare legs when she was positioned
this way, to keep his mind off the enema that he had to hold for at
least five more minutes.  Jenny quickly pulled her panties off and
stood over him.  As he was focusing on her glistening womanhood, she
started to massage her labia and clitoris, eventually treating herself
to an orgasm.

When the once-more interminable five minutes ended, Jenny left the
bathroom while he released all the enema from within him.  About
twenty minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom and saw Jenny with
the strap in her hand, pointing toward the bedroom.  With a sigh, he
positioned himself over the pillow which presented his bared bottom
for Jenny to strap.  This time she gave a fast-paced strapping,
delivering fifteen hard strokes before prancing to the other side of
the bed and delivering the next set.  When she had given him forty
five strokes, she went to prepare his next enema.

She prepared a clear warm-water solution and called him to come into
the bathroom, ordering him to lay on his back.  Jenny spent ten
minutes filling him up with a little over three quarts, encouraging
and admonishing him during the whole process.  She also manipulated
his genitals during some of the more difficult times, as well as
during the retention period after all the solution was inside.  When
she left him alone to discharge the enema solution, she set up a chair
in the next room for him to bend over for his next whipping.  He was
not looking forward to this, since each of the whippings that Jenny
administers during an enema series is more intense than the previous
one, due to her mounting excitement.  He was also aware that there was
at least one more enema to be endured, with its accompanying whipping
afterward.

A wide-eyed enthusiastic Jenny treated his bare bottom to over  fifty
well-placed, vigorous strokes of the strap as he was required to stay
in position bent over the back of the chair.  She went to prepare his
fourth enema of the day.  

When she summoned him into the bathroom for his next enema, he noticed
that she had placed a stand in the room so that she would not have to
hold the enema bag while he was receiving the solution.  She
lubricated the nozzle and inserted it into his backside, then started
touching, teasing, and caressing him all over until he got a raging
erection.  Now, with the bag relatively high up for a fast flow, she
released the clamp and started the flow.  As the enema gurgled into
him, his erection diminished.  When his erection was about half gone,
she stopped the flow and started the teasing and touching until the
erection came back.  Then she started the flow again.  She did this
over and over, pausing once to refill the bag when it was almost
empty, until he had almost four quarts in him.  She kept up the
sensual stimulation through the retention period, then left him alone
for about twenty minutes.

He came out of the bathroom seeing Jenny with the strap in her hand,
beckoning him sexily to come hither.  He followed her into the living
room where she pointed to the padded ottoman, and he placed himself
face down over it.  Jenny was extremely excited now, and mercilessly
strapped him at steady pace without pausing.  While he yelled,
squirmed, and urgently pleaded during her delivery of over sixty
vicious strokes, Jenny brought herself to multiple climaxes.

"Into the shower now, get all cleaned up!" Jenny said to him.

She rested while she heard the water running.  As soon as it quit she
went into the bathroom, got the towel, and in a pampering mood, dried
him.  With a flourish she dropped the towel on the floor and led him
by the hand into the bedroom.  She quickly shed all her clothes, and
then took his penis completely in her mouth.  Jenny looked up into his
eyes innocently, and felt his member harden as she teased it with her
tongue.


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