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 in town.
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
“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
“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 rain.
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
“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 the
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?”
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 gets home?”
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 can
“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 spanked.”
“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
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 an inflator.
“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 buttocks.
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 down.”
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
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
“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
“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 it there.
“Have you ever seen a nude girl before?” asked my aunt bluntly.
“Uh…, I don’t think so,” I replied trying to sound halfway sophisticated.
“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, mom.”
My aunt clamped the flow allowing the water to traverse through the loops of
colon until the pressure equalized. “Are you doing all right, Lynn?”
“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 your
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 it!”
“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 watching.
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 something.”
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 find out.”
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.