The Electrician
Miss Monica was having an electrical problem in her bathroom. She called the local electrical company I work for and they sent me to her house. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a very friendly, attractive women.
Miss Monica showed me an outlet in the bathroom that stopped working and I determined it needed to be replaced. She left me alone to work, I made a few trips to my van for tools and parts, and soon had it fixed.
Since I’d always had a thing for bathrooms and what can be found in them, I opened some drawers and snooped. One drawer had a hair dryer and a large wooden hair brush. When I saw the brush, I wondered if it was only used for hair. Then I opened another drawer and froze. It contained a large red enema bag with several nozzles.
I was staring at it when I heard, "What do you think you are doing!"
I turned and saw Miss Monica glaring at me with her hands on her hips.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry..um..I was looking for an aspirin."
"Looks to me like you were going through my stuff! I'm calling your boss."
"No, please don't." I begged. “I’ll get fired.”
"Then maybe what you need is a lesson in manors instead. I think you need a good old fashioned spanking!"
"Yes Ma'am, that would be better than you calling my boss."
"Oh you think so? You might not say that when I am through with you." Miss Monica closed the drawer I’d been looking in and grabbed her hairbrush. Pinching my ear she led me to a chair. She sat down, unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down, and pulled me over Her lap. "I bet it has been awhile since you have been spanked like a little boy."
"Yes Ma'am."
I heard a little laugh then the hairbrush crashed into my butt. I could not believe the sting! She swatted hard and fast, the pain built and made me squirm.
"Stop moving, take it like a man, you earned this!"
Soon my legs were kicking, so she trapped them with her strong legs. Then all I could do was lie there and take it.
"I'm sorry," I yelled.
"I know you are." The brush continued. Then she stopped and rubbed my butt. "It’s getting nice and warm, but I want it hot. Stand up."
I reached to rub my rear.
"Do NOT touch your butt! Go place your hands on each side of that door, bend over, get your legs back and spread them. It is time for the strap. But first tell me, what did you think of my enema bag?"
"It excited me," I said.
"Hmm, I might need to use it on you later, but first....you are getting twenty-five."
The strap landed and it hurt, swat after swat until she reached twenty-five.
"Now that is a properly spanked, red hot butt," she said proudly. "Will you be snooping any more?"
"NO Ma'am I won't."
"Okay, now go back to the bathroom, I have a large red bag to show you."
We entered the bathroom. Ms. Monica held up the enema bag to show me.
"Enemas can be many things,” she explained. “A punishment, sensual, medical, or a combination of all three. It all depends on how they are given. Do you need me to give you one?"
"Yes ma'am," I said, slightly embarrassed.
"You took your spanking well and did a good job fixing the outlet so I will just give you a simple clean out enema, how does that sound?"
"That would be fine," I said. I watched her turn on the water and adjust the temperature until it was just right, then fill the bag until it was bulging. Then she attached the hose and a large bat shaped nozzle.
"This should work. Now if this was a punishment enema I would use cold water. Cold water is very uncomfortable. If I catch you snooping again you will experience one. Now bend over the edge of the bathtub."
I did as commanded as she hung the bag from the shower rod. Then I felt a gloved finger rub some lube on my asshole. Suddenly her finger was in my asshole and moving around.
"How does that feel? I need to make sure you are properly lubricated." Next the nozzle replaced Her finger. "Okay, here it comes."
I heard the snap of the clamp opening and felt the gush of water enter me. She reached under my belly and rubbed. "Good boy. You are taking this well."
I felt a cramp and tensed up. She shut off the clamp. "Let that settle then we will start again."
I relaxed and the clamp was reopened. The feeling of fullness was getting pretty intense when I heard her say, "All done, you took the entire bag. Now stay there and hold it for 5 minutes."
The nozzle was removed, I was breathing heavy. Ms. Monica rubbed my belly some more.
"Time’s up, meet me in the kitchen when you have emptied the enema."
Miss Monica was sitting at a table drinking coffee when I made it to the kitchen. "How do you feel?"
"Good," I said ."My butt is still sore but I feel better than I have for some time."
"Glad to hear that. Now lets schedule some time next week to replace a ceiling fan. Tell your boss it will take all day, I have some plans for you."