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Jeremy had warned her about mixing wine and cold medicine,
especially with her notoriously low tolerance, but she hadn't
listened to him. She'd been so nervous about meeting his business
partners and their wives for the first time that she'd begun
indulging before they even left for the restaurant. Okay,
so the label on the bottle warned against drinking while taking
the decongestant, it was just a small glass of wine while
she dressed. These manufacturers were always overly cautious
in their directions, and Jeremy hadn't even noticed any effect
on her. It had made her feel more confident, though.
Maybe too confident, she thought ruefully, reaching awkwardly
to soothe her stinging behind. Another unwelcome memory returned,
making her face grow suddenly as hot as her backside. They'd
been at the bar, waiting for their table, and Jeremy had whispered
his concern about the order she had just given the bartender.
"Honey, are you sure you can handle a drink? Aren't you still
taking that medicine?"
She'd been vaguely aware of a slight slur as she spoke, but
it hadn't stopped her haughty response. "I'm a nurse, for
God's sake, Jeremy. I think I know a little more about medication
than you do! And I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
She groaned aloud now as the memory of his stunned face came
back to her. What the hell had she been thinking about to
speak that way to someone she loved so much?
She was suddenly glad he had spanked her so harshly this morning.
She deserved every painful smack that hated hairbrush had
delivered. Probably more. And she knew, deep in her heart,
that she deserved whatever other punishment Jeremy had planned
for her, no matter how humiliating or painful. Nothing he
could do could possibly hurt her as much as his cold anger
had this morning.
She'd never seen him that angry, and yet despite everything,
he'd still been able to show her some kindness. Before putting
her over his knee he'd brought her coffee, juice and aspirin,
and had answered enough of her embarrassed questions to reassure
her that she'd passed out before truly offending anyone. His
only verbal smack was fairly subtle, and Angie's foggy mind
wasn't even sure if it was intentional. "After I'd gotten
you home and into bed, I sat up watching you sleep. I wanted
to make sure you were breathing. After all, I don't know much
about medicine, I'm not a nurse or anything, and I was afraid
of an overdose."
God, how she hated herself for the way she had spoken to him,
worried and embarrassed him. She suspected what the next phase
of her punishment would entail, and as shameful as it would
be, she would welcome it if it meant a clean slate. She'd
never seen Jeremy so angry or hurt, and she couldn't bear
to see it again.
In the past, spankings had always cleared the air, especially
if Angie had been deliberately rude or hurtful with her words.
She knew that women could usually cut much more deeply with
their mouths than men, and regret would always overwhelm her
when she did so with Jeremy. Although her bottom always blazed
painfully after he gave her a spanking, it was the relief
and forgiveness that she remembered. She'd even asked for
his punishments on occasion, just to clear her conscience
or to be sure he wasn't harboring any anger. She knew this
situation was more serious than most and she fervently hoped
forgiveness would follow the discipline.
The door opened and as she turned to watch Jeremy enter the
room, Angie knew her worst suspicions were correct. He held
a full enema bag in one hand, and numerous accessories in
the other. She dropped her head and moaned in abject humiliation.
Jeremy carefully deposited the feared equipment on a nearby
table he'd arranged earlier, and sat on the bed beside his
mortified wife. He smoothed the thick dark shield of hair
away from her face as he spoke.
"Yes, Angie, you should try to hide your face. You should
be very ashamed of all the poisons you put in your body yesterday,
and the way they made you act. And you should be grateful
that I'm going to help wash them all out of you. I know I'm
not an expert at this, the way a nurse would undoubtedly
be, but I think I'm more qualified to take care of you today
than you are. What do you think about that? I'd really like
to know, seeing as how you're such an expert at taking care
of yourself that you don't need anyone else's advice."
Angie was too mortified to speak. She'd joked with her husband
in the past about the anxiety that so many of her patients
seemed to have regarding enemas, and had confided her own
relief about having escaped the treatment throughout the thirty
years of her life. She'd handed him the very ammunition he
needed to create the perfect punishment for her. He knew how
much she dreaded this type of invasion, and he was using that
knowledge now!
And he was also using her own drunken words sarcastically
against her. She was devastated to realize that she'd pushed
him this far. She knew she'd earned this difficult treatment,
but that wasn't going to make the next little while any easier.
She tried to console herself with the reward of forgiveness
that would hopefully come after Jeremy felt she'd been sufficiently
punished.
The next few minutes were torture. Angie tried to distance
herself from the situation by concentrating on anything besides
the present, but her husband's purposeful activities kept
bringing her crashing back to the current. She wanted to keep
her face buried in the tousled sheets, yet morbid curiosity
demanded frequent side long glances. Moments earlier she had
been certain that nothing could have been worse than being
forced to maintain this awful position, displaying the evidence
of Jeremy's wrath on her vulnerably exposed and elevated behind.
Now, as she watched him carefully hanging the enema bag from
the post at the foot of the bed, hot tears of humiliation
filled her eyes.
* Fear of feeling the hairbrush on her bruised bottom again
was all that prevented her from trying to run past Jeremy
and out of the room. Not that she could have gotten past him
anyway. Her 5'6" frame was no match for his strong, athletic
6' build. And with her pajama bottoms around her knees she
probably wouldn't even make it off the bed before he'd have
her back across his lap. No, there was no way out. She'd just
have to submit to this well deserved punishment.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jeremy laid the last of
his equipment out and approached her from behind. Angie held
her breath, and anticipation of the awful punishment to come
clouded her mind. Jeremy stood for a minute or two just out
of her peripheral vision, and then leaned forward. Angie felt
his large, powerful hands on her buttocks. He cupped them,
and then spread them apart! Angie gasped as her little bottom
hole was completely revealed to her husband's gaze. He had
seen it before, but not from this perspective before. Angie
groaned and shivered uncontrollably as she pictured what she
she was presenting to Jeremy's stern gaze.
"Now I want you to hold very still, little lady. I'm going
to begin the second phase of your punishment in a few minutes.
For now, however, I'm just going to look at you, and all your
little features. Don't move or try to cover up, is that clear?"
Angie whimpered. This was awful. Her little anus puckered
and twitched uncontrollably, as if trying to find shelter
from the man's intent gaze. "I asked you a question, Angie.
Is that clear?"
"Y--y---y---yes." The tiniest little voice. Having your little
bottom hole completely exposed sort of takes your voice away.
"Good girl."
The next few minutes were the longest in Angie's life. Jeremy
drew out her discomfort as he took his time examining her
now totally exposed bottom. He caressed the sore, red cheeks
while continuing to lecture about the behavior that had earned
her this punishment session. Try as she might she was unable
to stay as still as Jeremy had dictated. When her buttocks
clenched defensively against the unaccustomed flow of cool
air, (as well as the palpable sensation of Jeremy's gaze),
she received a stern warning.
Seconds later, when she inadvertently brought her thighs together
she ran out of second chances. Jeremy wasn't giving any more
warnings. "That's going to cost you another spanking with
the hairbrush, young lady! I told you not to try to cover
up, didn't I?"
"Yes." It was a barely audible whisper.
"I'm not playing games, Angie. Hasn't it occurred to you yet
that you're in serious trouble?
"I know, but I'm so sorry. Please believe me. I really am.
I've been punished enough, Jeremy. Really. I've learned my
lesson. This is just too awful!" Tears were now tracking freely
down her face, and Jeremy didn't doubt the sincerity of her
regret.
He also didn't waver from his decision to carry out the remainder
of Angela's punishment as promised.
"I understand how you feel, darling. But I also understand
all about last night's behavior, and when we're finished here,
you'll understand that it can't happen again. Now, before
we begin, would you like to use the bathroom?"
"Oh God, yes!" Angie's relief at even so short a reprieve
was evident as she scrambled off the perch of pillows and
reached to pull up her pajama bottoms.
"No, Angie, I didn't give you permission to pull them up yet.
Your pants will be staying down until your punishment is completed.
Now, hurry up. I want you back here within 5 minutes."
Jeremy's latest instruction produced a stricken look on Angie's
face as she awkwardly shuffled off to the bathroom, panties
and pajamas tangled around her ankles. With the door safely
closed behind her, Angie slumped against the vanity, and for
the first time since the morning's ordeal began, really faced
the enormity of her actions and their consequences. She trembled
as she considered Jeremy's plans for her and realized he'd
be taking all her dignity.
"What if I were to simply refuse to submit to this?" she wondered.
She knew Jeremy would never force his domination on her. Their
relationship was one of overall mutual consent. She had freely
given her submission to him years ago, and over time it had
resulted in numerous painful spankings and punishments. She
had argued and pleaded at times to avoid sessions with his
hand or paddle, but had never questioned the arrangement that
worked so well for their relationship. This morning was the
first time refusal seemed like an option. The planned enema
session seemed too much for Angie to bear. The humiliation
and intensely intrusive nature was overwhelming enough for
her to seriously consider saying no.
This idea carried it's own threat to Angie ... she was considering
altering the nature of her relationship in a way that might
risk everything. Did she really want such a drastic change?
Or was she simply fighting against what she knew she deserved
as she had so often during other serious spankings? Was this
really enough to risk her relationship?
She had to decide quickly as Jeremy's deadline rapidly approached.
She just couldn't face what he had planned. She'd simply explain
herself and pray he'd understand.
She splashed cold water on her tear stained face, pulled up
her pajama bottoms, (after all, her decision signaled the
end of her punishment, didn't it?), and tried for a composed
and "in control" look as she headed back to the bedroom.
It didn't work quite the way she'd hoped. Jeremy's stern countenance
greeting her entrance instantly undermined her resolve. Control
was still in his corner, and Angie's half hearted coup was
instantly squashed.
Moments after leaving the bathroom she was face down over
the pillows again. She sobbed silently as Jeremy once again
lowered her panties and pajamas. His hand stroked her tender
backside gently and informed her that she'd upped the severity
of the next spanking when she decided to ignore his instruction
to leave her pants down.
And then he began.
Moans of humiliation escaped despite her best efforts as Jeremy's
strong hands parted her buttocks, and a slippery wet substance
dripped between her cheeks. She felt the gentle pressure of
the lubricating finger, cold and threatening against her orifice,
as he sought entrance to continue his intimate lubrication.
"Please Jeremy, please don't do this. Please! I'm so sorry.
Please Jeremy."
Jeremy's finger slipped inside Angie's bottom. "Do you feel
me, Angie?"
She moaned a tiny, anguished "yes".
To be continued ...
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