When I was growing up, our extended family was very close and I used to
spend a lot of time at my cousins' house on the weekend. They only lived
about five miles from our place in an old rural part of Pennsylvania. My
father and uncle worked at a mill together as did a lot of people in
those days. My aunt was a nurse who worked part time at a small clinic
At the time, Lynn, my favorite cousin was thirteen. She was cute,
bordering on beautiful, and kind of small and petite. She had long blond
hair that fell to the middle of her back. I was only a year older than
she was so we were always close. My other cousin was named Barb and she
was always a brat, at least it seemed like it at the time, but I think
it was just that she was two years younger than Lynn. She was just as
tall as Lynn despite her younger age, but a bit thinner.
One rainy summer day we were all playing Monopoly in Lynn's bedroom. We
had the game spread out on the floor and I was taking great pleasure in
taking the girl's money. The game was coming to an obvious conclusion
and Lynn was getting frustrated each time she landed on my properties.
Finally she rolled the dice and snake eyes put her right on Boardwalk
after an expensive trip to Parkplace.
"You stupid shithead!" she exclaimed as if it were my fault. I was
surprised to hear something like that coming from her mouth because that
kind of language would have gotten any one of us in deep trouble. Barb
looked at her like she had cursed the holy church and put her hand to
her mouth in mock despair. I grinned at her as she started to decide
what properties she was going to fork over.
At that moment Aunt Jenny walked into the room and stood in the doorway
with her arms folded across her chest. We didn't know it, but she had
been in the next room folding clothes and obviously heard the remark.
She didn't say anything for what seemed like forever. Lynn blushed a
deep shade of red and just looked away in embarrassment. Finally Aunt
Jenny said, "What did you say?"
"Uh..., Hi Mom. I didn't mean to say anything. I was just kidding
around," stammered Lynn. She certainly wasn't going to lie to her mother
since it was obvious that she hard heard the remark.
"One more time young lady. What did you say to Tim?"
"I..., I can't say it again, mother. Please...," she said softly.
"Say it!" demanded Aunt Jenny.
Looking very forlorn, Lynn finally repeated the dreaded words. "I called
him a shithead. I'm really sorry!"
"Do you know what that particular word refers to?" asked my aunt.
"I..., I don't know."
"Of course you do, Lynn. It refers to a BM. Feces. Stool. Now tell me,
does that describe Tim's head?"
"It's just an expression. Of course it doesn't describe him. I said I
didn't mean it. Please, mother, I'm sorry!"
"Well Lynn, I think you kids need to put the game away. We just won't
have that kind of talk in this house. I'm sorry, but I have no choice
but to give you a PE."
"No Mom! Please! I said I was sorry!"
"I'm afraid you're going to be quite a bit sorrier," she said and walked
down the hall.
I had no idea what was going to happen to my poor cousin, but it must be
pretty bad because she was on the verge of tears. "What's a PE?" I asked.
Lynn couldn't answer but Barb chimed right up and said, "Punishment
enema. Lynn's gonna get an enema!"
My heart started beating pretty hard at the words. I knew what an enema
was although I'd never had one. I'd certainly never heard of one being
given as a punishment. When I was young and got in trouble, my Dad just
took me to my room and used his belt on my bare butt. I guess I never
thought too much about how my cousins were punished.
The thought that my lovely cousin was going to get punished that way
made me feel sorry for her, but on the other hand it made me feel
strangely excited. I didn't know what to do at that point. I kind of
felt like I should leave, but my mom wasn't going to pick me up for
several hours and I certainly wasn't going to walk five miles in the
Lynn started picking up the pieces of the game and putting them slowly
in the box. I said, "I'm really sorry, Lynn. I know you didn't mean
anything. I wish there was something I could do."
"Don't worry about it. It isn't your fault. I don't know why I said
that. It was so stupid!"
"How come you guys don't get spanked?" I asked.
Barb, in her precocious way answered, "Oh we do! Daddy spanks us with
his belt! But mom gives us PE's. Doesn't she, Lynn."
"Just shut up, Barb," replied Lynn angrily.
It was amazing that I'd known these girls all my life and these sudden
revelations were coming forth.
"Is it going to be bad, Lynn?" I asked, hoping not to sound too stupid.
The truth was that I wanted to know as much as I could about this aspect
of their lives.
"Its real embarrassing. Sometimes it hurts. I hate it, but if I don't
cooperate with her she'll just wait till Dad gets home and then I'll get
Having put the game away, Lynn stood up and put it back in the closet. I
watched her, paying particular attention to her little butt. She was
wearing tan shorts that were pretty tight and I could easily imagine the
contours of her bottom. She also had on a red T-shirt that revealed the
shape of her small breasts and the fact that she had a bra on. Her legs
were white but very smooth since she was fair of complexion.
Barb was kind of enjoying all the commotion and teased her sister by
saying, "You think mom's gonna let Timmy watch?"
Lynn turned to her and I thought it was going to be World War III right
there. I honestly didn't know what to do but Barb turned to me and
continued, "Mom makes us watch when the other gets it. Doesn't she,
Lynn and I just looked at each other. About this time my aunt came back
into the room with an IV pole that she must have gotten from work at
some point. Hanging from it was a large clear plastic enema bag with
several feet of clear plastic tubing coming from the bottom of it. There
wasn't anything in the bag yet, nor was there a nozzle.
"Timmy? Lynn is going to have to be punished for what she said. She
knows this and expects it. As the girls might have told you, I give them
enemas when they misbehave. Have you ever had an enema?"
"No, Aunt Jenny," I stammered.
"Well, they are very good for health reasons, but since they are a bit
embarrassing, they are also effective for punishing young girls who have
potty mouths. So..., I'm going to give her one. I realize this is very
unpleasant for you, Timmy, but I'm going to have to ask you to stay here
and watch while Lynn takes her punishment."
"No! Mom, please! You can't let Timmy watch! Please...," cried Lynn.
"Uh..., perhaps I should just go home," I offered. I didn't know what to
do. I kind of wanted to see what was going to happen, but I didn't want
to embarrass Lynn any more than she already was.
"Enough Lynn! Timmy, she said a very terrible thing to you and I think
it would be quite appropriate for you to watch her be punished. However,
if you are uncomfortable with that we can wait until your after your
mother comes to pick you up. By then your uncle will be here. I'm
certain that if he hears about this, Lynn will be spanked in addition to
getting an enema. Now Timmy, I'm certain you don't want her to suffer
any more than necessary, but her father is quite strict about certain
things as am I. So! Would you prefer that I wait until Lynn's father
I couldn't believe it. If I did the polite thing and left, my poor
cousin was going to get spanked. If I stayed I was going to be doing her
a favor. I looked at her and she practically had tears in her eyes.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked her.
"I..., I don't want to get spanked. I'm really sorry, Timmy. I guess you
"That's much better Lynn. Now, I'm going to go downstairs and warm up
some water. Have you had a bowel movement today?" asked Aunt Jenny.
Lynn blushed and said, "No."
"Very well. I'll return in a moment with a biscodyl suppository to clean
out your rectum. It'll make the punishment enema a bit easier to take."
The formal words that my aunt was using to describe what she was going
to do was unnerving. I guess it was just the way she talked since she
was a nurse, but I wasn't used to it.
Lynn sat down on the bed when Aunt Jenny left the room. I said, "I'm
sorry, Lynn. I really wanted to leave, but I don't want you to get
"It's OK. I shouldn't have said that word. I'm glad you decided to stay
so I don't have to get the belt, too. It really hurts!"
"I know. My dad used to give it to me."
"I bet you're excited about seeing Lynnie naked, aren't you, Timmy?"
chimed in Barb. I really wanted to hit her. I was really curious about
seeing Lynn, but I didn't need it thrown in my face.
Being the older of the three of us I turned to her and said, "You better
be quiet. This could just as easily be happening to you!"
That shut her up and she sulked for a few minutes, thumbing through one
of Lynn's books.
None of us knew what to say and Lynn just kind of looked out the window
at the rain. In a few minutes, Aunt Jenny came back upstairs with a tray
that contained a small foil wrapped suppository, a tube of lubricant,
several latex gloves, and a long enema nozzle that was about half an
inch in diameter and over six inches long. The head of it had holes on
the sides and one at the end. It was kind of a tan color. Towards the
tip was a rubber part that looked like a deflated balloon. A little part
came out of the other end with a small plastic tube that was attached to
"All right Lynn, I'm going to let you keep your T-shirt on since Tim is
going to watch, but you need to take off your shorts and lay face down
on the bed," ordered my aunt.
Lynn stood up and blushed, glanced at me and then turned her back to me.
My aunt left the room for a moment again and Lynn looked back over her
shoulder, put her fingers in the elastic of her shorts and pushed them
off her narrow hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them, leaving
them on the floor. I looked at her coltish legs and then up at her
bottom. She was wearing cotton panties that had small yellow flowers on
them. I could distinctly see the true shape of her little bottom. The
lower curves were exposed as the material went up the sides of her
In a moment my aunt came back with a large towel and spread it out in
the middle of the bed. She said, "All right young lady, go ahead and lay
Lynn got on the bed and stretched herself out on her stomach. My aunt
sat down next to her and put on one of the latex gloves. Next, the
moment that I'd been waiting for and dreading at the same time happened.
Aunt Jenny put her fingers inside the elastic of Lynn's panties and
pulled them down until they were across the middle of her thighs. Her
lovely little bottom was now bare and ready for the first part of her
punishment. My cousin had her head buried in her arms with her head
turned away from Barb and I so that we couldn't see her eyes.
"Timmy, what I'm going to do now is insert this suppository into Lynn's
rectum. It will act as a laxative and make her go to the bathroom so
that her colon is empty for the enema. I always give the girls two
quarts of warm soapy water which is a lot to handle if there is fecal
matter remaining the colon. First I'm going to lubricate her anus so
that the suppository slides in easily."
My aunt took the tube of lubricating jelly and flipped open the top and
squirted out a generous amount onto her fingertip. Next she took her
left hand and placed it on Lynn's bottom and spread her buttocks apart
with her thumb and index finger exposing a small pink opening. Aunt
Jenny touched her finger to the crinkled spot and then inserted it
slowly until the finger was all the way in. Lynn groaned softly at the
intrusion and twisted slightly on the bed.
"Yes, Lynn, I think the biscodyl suppository was a wise move. You are
obviously in need of a bowel movement."
My aunt withdrew her finger and opened the foil wrapped suppository and
took it between her fingers. Again she spread Lynn's bottom apart and
inserted the glistening white bullet deep into my cousin's rectum.
Getting off the bed, my aunt said, "Lynn, I'm going to get the solution
now. I want you to lay here for ten minutes or so until I come back and
then you may use the bathroom. You're not to pull up your panties,
though. Do you understand?"
"Mom..., can't I just pull them up for now?"
"I think not. I'm being quite generous by allowing you to keep some of
your clothing on. Timmy, the girls are usually given their enemas after
undressing completely, but I suppose that is not necessary under the
"Yes Aunt Jenny," I replied, not really agreeing.
She left the room again and went down to the kitchen.
"Are you all right?" I asked Lynn.
She looked back over her shoulder at me and said, "Yes. I just feel so
ashamed having you see me like this!"
I looked down at her and found it hard not to look at her naked bottom.
"Do you feel like you have to take a crap yet?" asked Barb.
I looked back at her and so did her sister. "I'm going to kill you when
this is over, little sister!"
Lynn turned away from me and moaned a little bit.
"What's happening?" I asked curiously.
"Barb's right. I'm starting to feel like I really need to go."
"What does that thing do that she stuck up there?"
"Its just a strong laxative. It makes a lot of water come into my
intestines. It feels like I have diarrhea."
"Can't you just get up and go?" I asked.
"Of course she can't," answered Barb, "Mom will have her hide if she
does. She has to wait until Mom gets back."
Lynn just lay there while the suppository did its work, making her feel
like she had to go to the bathroom worse with each passing minute.
After awhile, Aunt Jenny came back upstairs carrying a large pitcher of
water. She set it on Lynn's dresser and said, "How are you, Lynn?"
"I..., I need to go to the bathroom, Mom. Please!"
"OK. I want you to make sure you're as empty as possible. Make sure you
clean yourself up good."
Lynn reached down and pulled up her panties and got off the bed. She
walked out of the room, but before she could close the door to the
bathroom, my aunt said, "You can discard your panties in the hamper. You
won't be needing them for your PE.
"Yes Mom," she answered politely, and shut the bathroom door.
My aunt attached the enema nozzle to the long hose and draped it over
the top of the IV pole. Next she opened the top of the plastic enema bag
and poured in the contents of the pitcher. I watched as the bag filled
to the 2000 ml line with warm soapy, white water. Aunt Jenny allowed the
liquid to fill the tubing and then clamped it off. Next she squeezed the
inflator and I watched in amazement as the balloon on the nozzle
inflated to about three inches in diameter. Then she let the air out
again and the nozzle resumed its normal size. Jenny noticed and said,
"After I've inserted the tip into Lynn's rectum, I'll inflate the
balloon to keep the nozzle in and help her retain the enema."
With the preparations complete, Aunt Jenny went back downstairs leaving
Barb and I in Lynn's room to wait. I asked her, "Does this happen often?"
"Ah, not really. I get it more than Lynnie does. She doesn't goof up as
much as she used to. I guess I get spanked more, too. Dang, I hate that!
Dad does it real hard with the belt."
"Do you have to get naked for that?" I asked nosily.
"Pants down, butt bare. Lynn hates that!"
"No doubt," I replied, trying to picture my pretty cousin getting a
whipping just like my dad used to give me.
We kind of hung out until the toilet flushed followed shortly by the
door to the bathroom opening. Lynn emerged but this time she was naked
from the waist down. She walked back into the bedroom, covering her
front with her hands and said, "Where's mom?"
"Downstairs," answered Barb.
Lynn just stood there uncomfortably looking at the enema apparatus and
trying to avoid my eyes. She was turned so that her side was visible. I
guess she didn't want me to look at her ass anymore.
Aunt Jenny must have heard the toilet flush because she came back
upstairs almost immediately. "Good, Lynn. Now its time to get your
little punishment over with. You know what to do: up on your knees and
down on your elbows so that your bottom is sticking way up in the
Lynn blushed furiously and climbed back onto her bed, kneeling and
facing away from us. She placed her knees apart a little and looked back
over her shoulder as my aunt put on another latex glove. Not being in
any hurry to assume her position, Lynn watched as my aunt squirted
lubricant over the end of the enema tip and then on the end of her index
finger. "Bend forward, please," ordered my aunt.
Lynn obeyed and bent down onto her elbows. The new position caused her
bottom to spread apart revealing her anus. But my eyes went just below
that and for the first time I saw a girl's pussy. The beautiful little
lips separated to reveal dark pink folds of her labia minora. I knew her
vagina was covered by the petals and I kind of wished I could just touch
"Have you ever seen a nude girl before?" asked my aunt bluntly.
"Uh..., I don't think so," I replied trying to sound halfway
"Well its a bit different than you, I guess."
I didn't know what to say so I watched as she inserted her finger deep
into Lynn's rectum again. She withdrew it almost immediately and then
took the enema tip and gently touched it to the glistening and
lubricated anus. Slowly she pushed it in, eliciting a soft groan from
Lynn. Deeper and deeper the nozzle went until the only part that was
visible was the part where the inflator tube came out. My aunt took the
cuffalator and squeezed it until it was a small crumpled plastic blob
and then clamped it off. Lynn squirmed as her rectum became distended
with the balloon.
Finally, with all preparations complete, my aunt opened the clamp and
the water flowed rapidly from the bag into my cousin's beautiful bottom.
I watched as Lynn twisted in response to the invading tide. In just a
few moments, 1000ml had entered her. Then she looked back over her
shoulder with a pained look on her face and said, "Please..., stop it,
My aunt clamped the flow allowing the water to traverse through the
loops of colon until the pressure equalized. "Are you doing all right,
"I..., I guess."
My aunt opened the clamp again and more water ran through the clear
tube. Her intestines were getting very full and Lynn groaned in pain as
the pressure stretched her colon. My aunt slowed down the flow of water
so that it wouldn't injure her. The water dripped to a crawl and the
volume of water in the bag dropped very slowly. Lynn moved her hips back
and forth, sometimes arching her back even more.
It took about five minutes, but finally the plastic enema bag was empty.
I thought this would be the end of things, but my aunt said, "OK, Lynn.
No more is going in. You need to let it work for ten minutes before I
let you up. Do you understand?"
"Uhhh..., Oh Mom, please. I'm so full. I really need to go!"
"Yes, I'm quite certain that you do, but I'm going to insist that you
stay like this for ten minutes and contemplate what you've done."
My Aunt Jenny clamped off the enema tube so that fluid wouldn't reflux
back into it from Lynn's rectum. In a moment she said, "Turn over onto
Lynn slowly stretched out on her stomach and then rolled over onto her
back with her knees up and apart. I looked between them and the enema
tube came out of her rectum just below her pink lips. For the first time
I was afforded a perfect view of her from the front and was surprised
that she had just the wispiest covering of blonde hair in front. She had
a very pained look on her face. Aunt Jenny sat next to her on the bed
and massaged Lynn's tummy, forcing the water into her ascending colon
and thus relieving some of the pressure in her bowels.
"Are you going to call your cousin names again, Lynn?" asked my aunt.
"No mom. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I..., I'm so full. I can't stand
"A few more minutes, I think," was her reply. I felt pretty strange
watching what was going on and a few times my eyes met Lynn's. I didn't
know what she was thinking or if she was going to be mad at me for
Lynn was breathing pretty hard, trying to concentrate on something else
besides the pressure in her stomach. Finally my aunt stood up and said,
"I guess that's enough, don't you think Lynn?"
"Yes! Oh, mom..., I really need to go!"
My aunt took the enema bag off the IV pole and said, "Let's go to the
Lynn slowly got off the bed and walked half doubled over down the hall
to the bathroom. The enema tube was still in her bottom and it looked
like she had a tail. My aunt didn't close the door, but I still couldn't
see what was going on in there. I didn't think I should follow. In only
a moment, my aunt emerged from the bathroom after closing the door. She
had left the enema equipment in the bathroom.
"I'm terribly sorry you had to see that, Timmy, but Lynn knows better
than use that kind of language. I think it'll be a long time before she
talks like that again. Its going to take her awhile to empty herself so
I think it would be best if you kids come downstairs and watch TV or
Barb and I went downstairs and had a snack and watched Leave it to
Beaver. By the time it was over, Lynn had joined us. She looked none the
worse for her experience, but I still couldn't get the image of her out
of my mind. We never really talked about it again, but there seemed to
be some kind of bond that grew between us that day, for we were even
closer than before. I never saw Barb get punished, but Lynn often told
me when her sister was on the receiving end of a PE. I once asked Lynn a
year or two after that if she still got punished with her father's belt
and she kind of smiled at me and said, "that's for me to know and you to
I couldn't resist so I asked Barb and sure enough, it turns out that she
still found herself on the receiving end of that sometimes, too.