Charlotte Anderson sat in her living room on a crisp fall day, visiting
with her friend Victoria Marshall. The two women had met at meetings and
sporting events at the high school which both of their daughters
attended, and had become good friends over the past years.
The topic that afternoon was Victoria's daughter, Jessica. Mrs. Marshall
was talking in a worried tone about the changes that had been occurring
in Jessica's behavior during the past year. She had started high school
with bright prospects and good grades, but this year was decidedly
She had announced that she would not be going out for the track team
this year, her grades had been dropping, and Mrs. Marshall was sure that
she had begun drinking and smoking, judging by the obvious attempts to
use colognes and mouthwashes to mask the smells. Worst of all was her
attitude, which was becoming downright sarcastic and disrespectful.
Victoria cared about her daughter and knew that these formative years
were the most important, but she expressed her concern to Mrs. Anderson
on whether or not she would be an influence to Jessica.
The previous year, Mrs. Anderson had noticed the beginnings of the same
attitudes in her daughter Brooke, combined with attempts to deceive her.
Brooke had pulled a frustrating stunt where she had faked being sick to
get out of a test. Charlotte had always spanked Brooke when necessary,
but saw the need for more severe punishments in order to keep her
increasingly independent-acting daughter in check. The episode with the
faked sickness had not been repeated since the paddling that Brooke had
received, but she had committed other infractions since. Mrs. Anderson
had carefully explained to Brooke the program of punishments that she
was instituting, and she always delivered when necessary. She explained
to Mrs. Marshall that girls in their teens needed guidance and when
necessary, corporal punishment. When simple spankings were no longer
effective, tougher punishments combined with humiliation were necessary.
Mrs. Marshall listened with interest, but wasn't sure if she had it in
her to perform the same role of disciplinarian as her confident friend,
Charlotte. She asked for details as to how Brooke was punished and what
behavior called for which level of discipline. "Oh, I'm very harsh with
Brooke now," explained Charlotte. "She's well aware of what happens when
she misbehaves and I owe it to her in the long run to not hold back."
"Well, what sort of punishment do you recommend for, say, staying out
late and drinking?"
Charlotte replied, "Well, Brooke tried that trick in the summer and I
gave her some good old- fashioned remedies for her hangover and then a
long paddling after her headache and nausea had gone away. In general,
it's at least an over-the-knee spanking for light infractions, all the
way up to ginger suppositories, the strap, and then a large-volume
Victoria was mildly shocked - enemas weren't given as often as in the
60's when she was growing up, but Charlotte assured her that there was
still a brisk business in medical supply companies supplying private
individuals with enema bags, retention nozzles, suppositories, and colon
tubes. "In fact, Brooke broke her curfew on Friday and although I
couldn't believe it, she had cigarette smoke on her breath. What's more,
she had a smart attitude with me, so I made her aware that she's due for
some rather severe correction. Would you like to stay for a while and
see the sort of punishment that I dole out?"
"That sounds embarrassing for Brooke," Mrs. Marshall replied.
"Embarrassment or humiliation can be effective components of the
punishment," Mrs. Anderson replied, "but I wouldn't want to make you
Victoria thought for a moment and realized that this might be the only
thing that would save her Jessica from continued bad grades and a dimmer
future. She answered, "I guess I might be embarrassed, but I'd like to
see what you recommend. I've never disciplined Jessica beyond simply
Mrs. Anderson nodded in agreement; "Brooke's right upstairs - she was
certainly grounded for the rest of the weekend. I'll go up and explain
that she'll be having an audience for her punishment. Excuse me..."
Charlotte got up and trotted up the stairs to her daughter's closed
bedroom door. She knocked once and entered, to find Brooke talking on
the phone. Brooke, startled, looked up; she knew that while grounded,
she wasn't supposed to use the phone. Her expression went from startled
to nervous, as her mother gestured for her to hang up with an angry
"Brooke, you know you're not to use the phone when you're grounded. At
any rate, Mrs. Marshall is downstairs and we're going to help her to
help your friend Jessica. We've agreed that Jessica might need the same
sort of discipline that I give to you, and we're going to be giving a
demonstration of that this afternoon. Now, downstairs so I can show Mrs.
Marshall what we do to work on your attitude."
Brooke knew that she was looking at at least a spanking that afternoon,
but her heart rate quickened with the new knowledge that she'd be
disciplined in front of one of her friends' mother! "Please Mom, can't
we wait until Mrs. Marshall leaves?" Brooke pleaded.
Mrs. Anderson said, "I'm losing patience, Brooke. You know that you need
to be punished and I'm not going to ask you again."
"But Mom . . ." Brooke whined.
"That's it, Brooke. Come downstairs with me, right now, and no more
complaints!" Mrs. Anderson seized Brooke's arm and propelled her to the
staircase and down the stairs.
Mrs. Marshall was waiting for them in the brightly sunlit den. "Say good
afternoon to Mrs. Marshall," Charlotte urged.
"Good afternoon Mrs. Marshall," Brooke said, shifting from one foot to
the other, knowing that soon she would be over her mother's knee in full
view of her friend's mom.
Mrs. Marshall wasn't sure what to say and there was a brief silence, but
Charlotte took control of the situation. She turned to her daughter:
"OK, Brooke, I know this may appear odd, but I am happy with how you're
progressing in school and with your attitude (usually), and I believe
that this is due to the discipline that I give to you when you need it.
Please go and fetch all of the punishment equipment and bring it back
Brooke hesitated and then, knowing that there was no way out, politely
excused herself and went to upstairs to collect the various items. She
brought them back down and stood in front of her mother and Mrs.
Marshall, beginning to blush when she looked down at them. Charlotte
took the various pieces from Brooke and laid them down on the coffee
"First is this paddle," she help up a round wooden paddle and explained
to Mrs. Marshall, "I bought it at the local sporting goods store and I
believe it was manufactured for paddle-ball. The holes help the air to
move through it when it's swung. The strap is just a men's belt with the
buckle snipped off, and I use that for when extreme punishments are
necessary. These are ginger suppositories, which you can buy at
health-food stores. They are inserted into Brooke's rectum before her
paddling and create an unpleasant burning sensation. Finally, this enema
bag is a four-quart model. Brooke has trouble holding in that much, so I
use this inflatable nozzle. Once inserted, I squeeze this rubber bulb
and the end inflates so it stays inside Brooke's rectum. So as not harm
the delicate tissues of the anus and rectum, I make sure that everything
is well- lubricated, either with petroleum jelly or KY jelly. I time
spankings, paddlings, and enemas with this electronic kitchen timer."
Mrs. Anderson turned back to her daughter who was standing before them.
"All right, Brooke, please get undressed." Brooke's mouth fell open -
she had thought that she might be let off with keeping at least some of
her clothes on, but realized that that was not to be. "Oh, come now,
Brooke, Mrs. Marshall is a woman as well, and there's nothing that you
have that she's not seen before - now take off all of your clothes."
Brooke reluctantly began to undress by removing her socks and jeans and
pulling her T-shirt off over her head.
As she continued, Mrs. Anderson explained to Mrs. Marshall, "I informed
Brooke early on that she would always be spanked completely naked to
remind her that she is my daughter and that I am in charge." Brooke
continued by unhooking her bra, releasing her seventeen year-old
breasts. Mrs. Anderson rose and moved a straight-back chair to the
center of the room, facing Mrs. Marshall, and then sat down on it. She
gestured for Brooke to bend over her lap. The teen- ager walked over and
was guided into the correct angle over her mother's knees. Mrs. Marshall
continued to watch, making mental notes.
"At some point, I realized that having Brooke leave her panties on until
after she's over my knee increases her humiliation when I pull them down
for her," Charlotte said, as she reached over and grasped the waistband
of her daughter's panties. She pulled them down over Brooke's buttocks
and then slid them down to her ankles. Brooke blushed furiously as she
felt her panties pulled down to bare her bottom. "Victoria, if I'm going
to be paddling Brooke, I usually start with a hand-spanking to warm her
up. All right, Brooke, are you ready for your spanking?"
"Yes, ma'am," Brooke replied, as her mother unbuttoned the cuff of her
Charlotte set the kitchen timer for three minutes and then began
spanking her daughter, smacking first the left cheek and then the right.
Brooke began to breathe heavier and tears began to well up in her eyes,
but she knew that worse was coming. The spanking progressed on as
Brooke's buttocks began to take on a bright-red glow. Mrs. Marshall
noted that as the timer reached two minutes, tears had begun to roll
down Brooke's face and she winced each time her mother's palm made
contact with her buttocks. The timer beeped as it reached three minutes
and Mrs. Anderson stopped the spanking. She let Brooke have a moment's
rest and then told her to stand up.
"Brooke, please put your panties with the rest of your clothes," Mrs.
Anderson ordered. Brooke complied, sniffling. She deposited her panties
on top of the pile of her clothes. "Now bring me a suppository, the
petroleum jelly, and the paddle, please, Brooke," Mrs. Anderson said, as
she shifted her chair around so Mrs. Marshall was on her right. Brooke
picked up the package of suppositories and removed one from its foil
wrapper. She opened the jar of vaseline and handed it to her mother
along with the paddle, then bent back over her mother's lap, her rear
end now facing Mrs. Marshall.
Mrs. Anderson dipped the suppository in the petroleum jelly so that it
was completely coated with the lubricant and then spread her daughter's
buttocks wide. Holding the naked teenager's buttocks apart so that her
anus was fully exposed, Mrs. Anderson pressed the end of the bullet-
shaped pill into her daughter's anus and then pushed it all the way into
her rectum with her middle finger. "After I insert the suppository, I
hold it in place until it begins to melt - about ten seconds." Mrs.
Anderson proceeded to slide her finger in and out of her daughter's
rectum several times to spread the ginger solution around. Brooke
immediately began to feel the familiar burning sensation, and Mrs.
Marshall saw that her buttocks were twitching as if trying to expel the
Mrs. Anderson kept her daughter in position for a few more seconds
before re-setting the timer to five minutes and picking up the paddle.
Brooke felt the cold wood of the paddle rested on the warm skin of her
bottom as her mother asked her, "Brooke are you ready for your paddling?"
"Yes, ma'am," Brooke replied.
"And you understand why you're being given this punishment, correct?"
Brooke said, "Because I've been a naughty girl and I deserve to be
punished for breaking my curfew and having a bad attitude."
"That's correct, Brooke. I make sure that Brooke understands that she's
brought her punishment on herself and that it's for her own good," Mrs.
Anderson explained to Mrs. Marshall as she started the timer. As her
friend lifted the paddle, Mrs. Marshall noticed that Brooke's buttocks
tensed a bit and that she was gripping the legs of the chair tightly.
Apparently, Brooke knew that she was in for a great deal of discomfort.
The first stroke smacked down on Brooke's behind, resulting in a sharp
intake of breath from the teenager. The paddle was lifted and brought
down again and again. Within a minute, Brooke went from heavy breathing
to outright crying. As the timer passed three minutes, the girl's
buttocks had taken on an angry purple color and she was weeping
steadily, punctuated by louder cries each time the wood slapped down on
her bottom. During the final sixty seconds, each stroke was accompanied
by a "No!" or "I'm sorry!" from Brooke. The timer finally beeped and
Mrs. Anderson ceased the paddling. She let her daughter lie over her lap
for a good two minutes, crying and moaning.
After Brooke's weeping had calmed a bit, Mrs. Anderson had her stand up.
She stood naked before the two adults, weeping and holding her own
"Since Brooke was extra naughty today and didn't come downstairs
immediately as I asked, I'm going to give her a few strokes of the strap
as well," Mrs. Anderson said.
At this Brooke's crying re-intensified to a wail. "Now Brooke, you knew
better than to disregard me and you know that you deserve to be
whipped," Mrs. Anderson admonished. "Now please bend over the chair in
the usual position."
Mrs. Marshall watched as Brooke slowly bent over the back of the upright
chair and held on to the seat, staring straight ahead as her breasts
hung straight down. Mrs. Anderson picked up the strap and approached her
daughter's left side. She wrapped the strap around her hand and told her
daughter, "Only three strokes, Brooke." She lifted her arm and with a
good wind-up, brought the strap around to sharply strike her crying
"Owwwww ... one," Brooke counted. Smack! "Oh, oh, oh ... t-two," Brooke
barely got out before... Smack! "N-no ... threeeee," Brooke turned the
"three" into a long wail as her knees buckled a bit. There were three
clear stripes across her buttocks, but she remained in position until
allowed to stand up by her mother.
"Brooke, I want you to stand in the corner in the bathroom while I
prepare your enema," Mrs. Anderson said. Brooke obediently walked into
the bathroom and faced the corner with her hands are her sides. She had
silently hoped that she wouldn't be given an enema in front of Mrs.
Marshall, but at the same time, her rectum was burning from the ginger
almost as much as her bottom was smarting from her discipline and an
enema would at least give her some relief. She knew complaining would
only buy her additional strokes with the belt.
Mrs. Marshall followed Brooke into the large bathroom, bringing the
enema equipment, the timer, and the petroleum jelly. She beckoned for
Mrs. Marshall to follow her in. First she filled the enema bag about
three-quarters with hot water and then squirted a large amount of hand
soap in, followed by cold water to fill the bag up to its full gallon
She shook the bag to mix the solution, then attached a rubber hose and
thoroughly lubricated the large inflatable nozzle with vaseline.
Finishing, she hung the bag on a towel rack, then spread a bath towel
out on the floor and called Brooke over from the corner. Mrs. Anderson
had her daughter get down on her knees and elbows and spread her legs,
exposing her anus and vagina. She then knelt beside her daughter,
holding the enema nozzle in her hand. "This nozzle may look big, but I
assure you that Brooke will be able to accommodate it," Mrs. Anderson
said to Mrs. Marshall who was watching from her seat on the edge of the
Mrs. Anderson held open Brooke's buttocks and pressed the nozzle against
the girl's anus. Brooke winced as her sore buttocks were touched and
then grimaced as the large nozzle was pushed into her parting anus. The
teenager's anus stretched to accept the nozzle, which popped in after a
moment. Mrs. Anderson gave the rubber bulb attached to it several
squeezes to inflate the internal balloon, then released the clamp on the
Brooke began to take deep breaths as the four quarts of soapy water
began to run into her bowels. As the enema bag flattened, Brooke
squirmed around while her mother massaged her expanding tummy. With
about a third remaining, Brooke began to cry again, "Mommy, I don't
think I can take the rest!"
"Of course you can ... and you will, Brooke. Keep taking deep breaths."
Brooke tried to stay composed, but the growing cramps in her belly and
the humiliation of her position caused her to dissolve once again into
The full amount of soapy water finally ran into the naughty girl's
bottom, and Mrs. Anderson disconnected the tube from the bag and helped
her weeping daughter to her feet. "Ten minutes, Brooke," she said,
setting the timer.
Brooke hiccupped, "Y-yes, ma'am," and returned to her position in the
corner, the enema tube dangling from her anus. She pressed her nose into
the corner of the bathroom and clenched her fists, her insides churning
with a gallon of soapy solution.
Mrs. Anderson washed out the enema bag and hung it up to dry, telling
Mrs. Marshall, "I let the enema stay inside of Brooke for ten minutes
and then allow her to relieve herself. Her punishment is then over and
her infraction forgotten ... except hopefully by her. I doubt that she
will ever break her curfew or smoke again." Brooke silently agreed.
Finally, the timer beeped and Brooke was allowed to sit on the toilet.
Her mother reached between her legs and released the inflatable bulb,
allowing the enema tube to be pulled out of her rectum. Brooke began to
expel the enema solution, as her mother and Mrs. Marshall left the
bathroom and closed the door.
Back in the den, Mrs. Marshall thanked her friend and decided that it
was never too late to begin disciplining naughty girls, even those who
were seventeen. Mrs. Anderson helped her to make a shopping list and
recommended some medical supply companies, where Victoria would be able
to find the necessary equipment.
By this time, Brooke had finished her business in the bathroom and was
allowed to get dressed again. She overheard the two adults' conversation
and considered calling Jessica to warn her of her impending doom, but
then again, she knew it was all for her own good.