Author: Jana Z.
I listened, wide-eyed, as Julie, my best friend, told me how her mother
punished her when she violated one of the rules. "Gross," I whispered,
as Julie described being given an enema for being out past curfew. In
reality, I was kind of turned-on by the image of slim, tanned Julie,
kneeling on her bathroom floor, her butt raised, while the warm soapy
water ran out of the enema bag and into her rectum. Not that I'm a lez
or anything, but Julie is cute and the idea of her being humiliated like
that was rather exciting.
Julie and I have been best friends since kindergarten. Now, at 15, we're
sophomores at St. Brigids High School. Julie is smaller than me, 5'2" to
my 5'5", but prettier. She's slim and dark - glossy brown hair, big
brown eyes, and smooth olive skin. I'm blonde and pale, with blue eyes
and freckles across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. Not as pretty
as Julie, but I have bigger boobs (34b to 32a) and my legs are just as
nice as hers.
We were sitting on her bed, chatting, having just arrived home from
school. Her mom wasn't home yet and we had the house to ourselves. We
were still wearing our school uniforms. Julie finished telling me about
the punishment and I squirmed a bit, aware that I was more than a litte
bit excited. "What happened next?"
Julie blushed and glanced away for a moment. "Nothing, nothing happened."
I knew she was lying. I always know. "You can't lie to me, so why try?
"She spanked me."
"No! You're 15 years old. How can she spank you?"
Julie grinned suddenly, her whole face lighting up. "Easy! She just
takes me across her lap and spanks me. Right on my bare butt. God, it
hurts too! I was blubbering like a baby by the time she stopped."
Something in her voice alerted me. I took a close look at her face. "You
*liked* it. Didn't you?"
She hesitated, then shrugged, realizing that it was useless to try to
lie to me. "Yes," she whispered, "I like it." She glanced at me with
tears in her eyes and begged me not to tell anyone.
"Jules, you know I wouldn't say anything to anyone. You're my best
friend in the whole world. Now come here." I reached and took her wrist
in my hand. She scooted across the bed and I had her lay across my lap.
Both of us were too engrossed to hear her mother's car in the driveway
or the sound of footsteps on the stairs.
I pulled Julie's skirt up and ran my hand up her slim thigh. Her skin
felt like silk under my palm. She twisted and looked up at me. "Are you
going to spank me?"
I smiled. "Maybe. I won't if you tell me no."
She looked away and sighed. "I can't say no to you, Sara. You know that."
I eased her panties down. Julie and I had seen each other nude many
times, but this was different. I slipped her panties down to her knees
and stared at her tight, perfect little butt. Then, softly, I ran the
palm of my hand over her buttocks. I heard a low moan and saw her legs
part slightly. I raised my hand to spank her and then her door opened
and her mother said, "What's going on here?"
Julie rolled off my lap as I stared at her mother in shock. "Don't
bother trying to answer. I want both of you in the master bath
immediately. Leave your clothes here." She turned and left, closing the
door behind her.
Julie whispered, "Oh, shit! We're screwed." She had tears running down
her cheeks as she started to unbutton her blouse. She glanced and me and
I started to undo my buttons. I was scared, but also excited. I paused
and kissed Julie on the mouth, a soft kiss.
"Don't worry, Jules. We're together." I wiped her tears away with the
tips of my fingers and kissed her again. This time her lips parted and
our tongues met briefly. We stared at each other, aware that our world
had just changed forever. We finished undressing and walked down the
hall to the master bedroom. I took Julie's hand and held it as we
crossed the bedroom to the master bath.
Mrs. Evans was sitting on the edge of the tub. A large 2 quart enema bag
was handing from a hook in the ceiling. She glanced at us and saw us
holding hands. "We'll discuss your relationship later. First, I'm going
to punish you both for what you were about to do. Any objections to an
enema and then a good spanking. With a hairbrush."
Julie and I glanced at each other. Then, in unison, we whispered, "No,
"Good, you first Julie." Julie took her place on the bathmat, kneeling
with her back to the tub. She leaned forward, with her upper body on the
mat, her knees drawn up, her butt high. Mrs. Evans glanced at me and
said, "Kneel beside her, next to the wall and watch closely. You're
I dropped to my knees on the hard tile and watched as Mrs. Evans
lubricated the tip of the enema nozzle, a long white thing, very slim,
with a valve to control the flow of water. "Julie, you're going to take
the whole two quarts. It's very soapy and I've put in some castor oil."
Julie whimpered, but didn't reply. I watched as Mrs. Evans spread
Julie's buttocks and slipped the tip of the nozzle into her anus. Julie
whimpered as it slid smoothly into her ass. Mrs. Evans opened the valve
and then moved to sit on the other side of Julie. She rubbed Julie's
lower abdomen to prevent cramps, talking to her soothingly as the water
filled her bowels. Julie's face was turned toward me, her cheek resting
on the bathmat. Her face was flushed, her lips parted slightly, her eyes
open, staring at the wall.
I touched her cheek and whispered, "Don't worry Jules, I'm here." I
stroked her back with my other hand, marvelling again at the smooth
silkly feel of her skin.
I glanced at Mrs. Evans and, surprisingly, she smiled. "You love her,
I thought about it for a few seconds and, realized that it was true. I
nodded, "Yes, I love her more than anything else in the whole world." I
hesistated, then whispered, "Please, let me take her spanking for her."
Mrs. Evans pursed her lips, then nodded. "Very well, you'll take all 50
strokes with the hairbrush."
I closed my eyes, suddenly scared, but when I glanced down at Julie, my
precious Jules, I knew that I'd done the right thing. Then Mrs. Evans
said, "Bags empty. Hold it now, Julie." And she closed the valve and
slipped the nozzle out.
Julie got up and stradded the toilet in reverse, facing the wall. She
sat there while her mother washed the nozzle and cleaned it with
alcohol. Then Mrs. Evans touched Julie's shoulder and said, "Okay, you
can release it now."
Water spurted into the toilet with an explosive burst. I stared in
fascination as Julie's bowels emptied into the toilet. Then it was over,
the bag was refilled, and it was my turn. I glanced up in surprise when
Julie said, "Please, mom, let me do Sara."
Mrs. Evans nodded, "Okay, go ahead. I'll keep an eye on you to make sure
nothing goes wrong."
I twisted and watched as Julie greased the nozzle. Then she put a dab of
petroleum jelly on her finger and rubbed it on my anus. I moaned as she
pushed the tip of her finger into me. Then she slipped the nozzle in and
pushed it slowly until it was deep in my rectum. I sighed as she opened
the valve and I felt the warm, soap water fill my bowels. Julie knelt
beside me and rubbed my belly, talking softly. I turned my face toward
her and saw her knee just inches away. I stretched and kissed her knee,
then licked it with my tongue. At that instant, we both knew that she'd
never go over my knee again. I whispered, "You have the prettiest
knees." And then I licked her knee again, enjoying the salty taste and
the smooth feel of her skin under my tongue.
When the bag was empty, she rubbed my back and said, "Hold it until mom
gives you permission to release." I nodded as she slipped the nozzle
out. I got up, shakily, straining to hold it in, and straddled the
toilet, gripping to cool porcelain between my knees. Mrs. Evans began to
wash the nozzle in the sink. I was whimpering when she finally touched
my shoulder and said, "Okay, you can relax."
Julie was crouched beside the toilet, rubbing my belly gently,
whispering nonsense. I glanced at her and she nodded. "Go ahead, let
go." I pushed and the water gushed out of me. Another push and the rest
came gushing out. Julie flushed and flushed again. I blushed as I wiped
myself with both of them watching. Then Mrs. Evan took us into the
bedroom and she sat on the bed, with us on our knees in front of her.
Julie spoke up as soon as our knees touched the carpet. "Mom, I can let
Sara take my punishment. I want you to spank me first."
I glanced at Julie. "No, she agreed to let me take it for you. It was my
Julie's hand flashed out, but I was quicker and grabbed her wrist just
before her palm reached my cheek. She stared at me for a moment. "Let my
wrist go and put your hands down and keep them there." I released her
wrist and kept my hands at my sides while she slapped me.
Mrs. Evans patted her lap and said, "Up, Julie." Julie draped herself
across her mother's lap and received 25 hard ones with a large wood
hairbrush. Her bottom was red and bruised at the end and she was sobbing
I resolved to do better. "Up, Sara." I rose and stretched out across
Mrs. Evans lap. It was horrible! The pain worse than anything I had
imagined. I was kicking my legs and blubbering like a baby before she
counted ten strokes. When it was over, Julie and I knelt side-by-side,
crying, and listened while Mrs. Evans told us that she would lay down
the rules later. "Both of you, shower. Then tee-shirts and belts and
down to the kitchen. Hurry now, you can use the big shower in the master
bath. Shower together and don't be long."
She got up and left. Julie got towels, a washcloth, and shampoo. We
showered in the big, freestanding shower, surrounded on three sides by
clear glass. We washed each other's hair and then took turns with the
washcloth. Niether of us said much, but Julie kissed me one, driving her
tongue deep into my mouth while holding the back of my neck in a
surprisingly strong grip. Then she whispered fiercely, "You're mine.
Don't you ever forget it."
I nodded and whispered, "I won't."
She smiled, stroking my hip. "Promise that you'll obey me. Get down on
your knees and swear it."
I dropped to my knees and took her right hand in both of mine. I turned
it over and kissed her palm. "I swear to obey you. I'm yours forever."
And I licked her palm until she told me to stand up. We got out of the
shower, dried off, and then dried each other's hair. Back in Julie's
room, she rummaged in her drawer and found two oversized tee shirts. We
put them on and then she handed me a belt.
"Put it on." She slipped hers around her waist and tighened it.
"You'll see. Our punishment isn't over." I put the belt on and followed
her down to the kitchen. Her mother had me call my dad at the office and
get permission to sleep over. Since it was Friday, he didn't object. My
mom died when I was 11 and it's been just dad and I since.
When I got off the phone, Mrs Evans said, "Okay, both of you kneel right
there, facing the wall, and tuck those tee shirts up. I dropped to my
knees and glanced at Julie. She was tucking her tee shirt up under her
belt so that her bottom would be bare. I followed suit and we knelt
there while Mrs. Evans made supper and lectured us about the rules for
our relationship. I slipped my hand into Julie's and she squeezed mine
tightly for a moment. "Girls, I can't condone a sexual relationship
between two 15 year olds. I'm happy that you love each other, but . . .
. well, there are limits. Sara, are you a virgin?"
I blushed and whispered, "Yes, ma'am."
"Have you engaged in oral sex with a boy? Or anything?"
I blushed even more and whispered, "No!"
"Good. Then we don't have to worry about AIDS or anything else. I know
that Julie's done nothing in that regard either. Here are my rules: no
show of affection in public, no sex, and you remain absolutely faithful
to each other. Any problem with that?"
I glanced at Julie. "No, ma'am," we chorused.
"Good. Julie, tell her the other rules we live by."
Julie took a deep breath. "No lying, no cheating, no stealing. Be kind
to others and respectful toward your elders. No staying out past 10 p.m.
without prior permission. Keep your room clean. Do your chores."
"Sara, any problems there for you?"
I shook my head. "No, ma'am. None at all."
"Good. Will you grant me the right to discipline you as I do Julie?"
I smiled. "I think you already have taken that right! But, yes, I give
you the right to discipline me."
She chuckled. "I guess I have. But thank you for agreeing. Now, Julie,
you can get the cream."
Julie hopped up and scampered away, returning a minute later with a tube
of anaesthetic cream. We stood and leaned over the counter while Mrs.
Evan smoothed the cream into our sore bottoms. The pain receded and
Julie and I grinned at each other. We'd be able to sit for dinner. "Back
on your knees until dinner."
When she left the room for a moment, I leaned over and whispered, "How
can she say 'no sex' and then 'remain faithful'. Isn't that a
Julie grinned. "That's mom. Have your cake and eat it too. I think in
politics they call it plausible deniablity."
Supper that night was a lively affair. Since I didn't have any clothes
other than my uniform, Julie and I wore the tee shirts, but this time
with underwear on. After supper, Mrs Evans drove us over to my house and
I picked up some clothes and some reference books. Julie and I did our
homework in the family room while Mrs. Evans watched TV and answered the
occasional question. Julie and I were both wearing sweats. After we
finished our homework, we went for a run. We did a good five miles and
felt wonderful when we got back to her house and collapsed on the sofa
in the family room.
Mrs. Evans went to bed at 10:30, kissing us both and warning us not to
stay up too late. We chorused, "Yes, mom." And then I blushed, realizing
what I'd said.
Mrs. Evans smiled and said, "Come here." I stood up and she hugged me,
stroking my hair.
I started to cry and whispered, "Oh, god! I miss my mother so much!"
She whispered, "I'd be happy to have you call me mom. If it's okay with
you and Julie." We glanced at Julie.
She was crying too, but she smiled and said, "It's fine with me." She
got up and hugged me. "I love you," she whispered.
Mrs. Evans left us curled up on the sofa, watching a movie. We promised
to be in bed by 11:30. She nodded and said, "I'll come and check you
After she was gone, Julie slipped her hand under my sweatshirt and
unhooked my bra. She fondled my breasts, whispering, "You've got the
prettiest tits. I wish mine were bigger."
I sighed and whispered, "Is it safe to take my sweatshirt off?"
She nodded. "Yes. Mom won't be down again. And if she does come down,
she'll make enough noise on the stairs to warn us."
I slipped my sweatshirt off and tossed it on the floor. My bra followed.
Julie smiled and said, "I want you naked." I stripped down to my socks
and she pulled me onto her lap. I rested my head on her shoulder and
sighed with pleasure as she stroked and petted me. I spread my legs as
her hand drifted down across my belly. She kissed me and stuck her
tongue into my ear. "Get this straight, Sara. You're mine! Forever! I
I put my arms around her neck and opened my mouth to her tongue. Then I
whispered, "Yesssss. You own me. I'm yours forever." I snuggled against
her, moaning and whimpering as she gently, slowly, masturbated me to
orgasm. I fell asleep in her arms while she stroked my breasts and
belly. Later, she woke me up and herded me upstairs after piling my
clothes in my arms. We brushed our teeth and went to bed wearing just
our sweatshirts and socks. Her mother came in to check on us a few
minutes later. We were very proper, each on our own side of Julie's
While tucking the covers in, Mrs. Evans verified that we weren't naked.
She kissed us both and left. Julie slid over next to me and whispered,
"Do you really think I have pretty knees?"
"God yes, Jules! You have the best legs and the prettiest knees of any
girl in school. I worship your legs." She sighed contentedly and we fell
asleep, cuddled spoon fashion, her hands cupping my bare breasts under
my sweatshirt. I woke up a couple of hours later, naked and shivering.
Julie had pulled the covers off me. She was nude too, but warm under the
covers. I crept under the covers and cuddled against her to get warm.
When I woke up the following morning, Julie was sitting cross-legged on
the bed, her sweatshirt on. She smiled and said, "Put your sweatshirt on
in case mom comes in." I sat up and slipped it on, sitting cross-legged
in unconscious imitation of her pose. She touched my knee and said,
I smiled sleepily and said, "Good morning. What time is it?"
She giggled. "Almost 9:30, mom's been downstairs for hours."
Just then, Mrs Evans called, "Girls! Come on, breakfast is ready. We
scrambled around and I wound up wearing Julie panties.
Then we hurried downstairs for breakfast without bothering with the
bottoms of our sweats. Breakfast was great - pancakes, eggs and bacon,
coffee, juice and sweet rolls. We talked over our plans for the day,
homework and maybe a trip to the mall. Then I called my dad and got
permission to spend the day with Julie.
Julie went upstairs to shower while I was on the phone. After I hung up,
Mrs. Evans smiled and said, "Aren't Julie's panties a little tight on
I blushed and nodded. "A little."
She didn't ask the question I dreaded. Instead, she just shook her head
and said, "Come down to the cellar with me."
I followed her to the basement and she showed me a wide leather strap.
"The next time I catch you two in something, I use this on your
backsides and you won't sit for a week. Do we understand each other?"
I gulped. "Y.. y.. yes, Mrs. Evans."
She nodded. "Good. Now go and take your shower."
I ran upstairs and told Julie what had happened. She grinned. "Wow, mom
must be in a good mood."
I showered and dressed and we went to the mall. Later, while Julie
worked on her English homework, I crept under the table and kissed her
bare knees. Mrs. Evans was out, dinner and a movie with a guy she was
dating. Julie sighed when I tugged on her panties, but she lifted
herself long enough for me to pull them down. I licked her sweet cunt
and brought her to orgasm for the first time.
That was four years ago. Julie and I just finished our sophomore year in
college. We go to one of the five schools located in and around Amherst.
I won't say which one, but you might see us on the steets of Amherst or
Northampton. We've grown a little - I'm 5'7, she's 5'5, but we look
pretty much the same. I've lost my baby fat, but Julie is still
prettier. And she still has the best legs I've ever seen.
We love each other more than ever. Since coming to college, I've settled
into the life of a collared slave. I have a thin gold ring in my left
nostril. A stud through my tongue. Rings in my nipples and outer labia.
A tiny stud through the base of my clit that keeps me sexually aroused
much of the time, and a small tatoo on my right ankle that reads 'I
belong to Julie'.
She is waiting impatiently for me to finish this. I am to be chained to
the foot of the bed and sodomized with the biggest dildo she can find.
Life is good. And now to grease my anus before she chains me to the bed.