The voice on the answering machine was stern and crisp. “Teresa, you’ve been very naughty and you will be spanked soundly when I get home, so dress accordingly.” Then a pause. “I also want you to tell me your darkest sexual secret.”

That was it, no goodbye, no other instructions. I was used to playing the naughty wife, but the confession part was a new and unexpected twist. I wonder if my husband had any idea what he was getting into.

I have been into enemas for as long as I can remember. My parents were firm believers in their usefulness for both medicinal and disciplinary purposes and I guess the attraction had just stuck. I used to sneak into my parent’s bathroom and play with the big metal canister and the black, hard nozzles whenever they went out.

As an adult, I had many lovers and relationships, but I never told any of them about my watery little quirk. Now my husband was asking me, no, ORDERING me, to tell him about it. I suppose I could make something up, like telling him I wanted to have sex on a commuter bus, but the fact remained that I had only one true sexual secret and a hot, soapy enema was it. (more…)

I am twenty-four, a brunette, and my measurements are 34-22-34. I admit to having little difficulty in attracting the male sex, but keeping my men interested sometimes presents problems because my sexual preference is giving and receiving enemas. Frankly, straight sex leaves me cold, which some of my boyfriends do when they find that I am more into enemas than intercourse.

My passion for enemas began when I was about nineteen and was staying with my aunt and uncle while my mother and father were away over a long weekend. When Saturday night came, I was told that my cousins, (boy and girl twins about my age) would be submitting to their regular, weekly enema and that I would be obliged to follow the rules of the house and submit to one, too.

Since enemas were not a regular practice in our home and I couldn’t even remember getting one, I was horrified at the thought and protested to my aunt without success. When it was my turn, I was called into the bathroom, where not only my aunt but my uncle were waiting for me. When my aunt told me to remove my shorts and panties that I was wearing, I thought I would die of embarrassment but, with hesitation, I did what I was told and waited for my next order. I was told to get into the tub on my hands and knees, spreading my legs as far as I could. I next felt something probing my anus, but because of the position I was in, I couldn’t tell what or who was doing it. As I learned later it was my aunt’s finger and she kept it in me so long it felt like I was already being given the enema, but that was still to follow. (more…)

Cruises had never appealed to me, so I had managed to put off taking my wife on one until our tenth anniversary.  Then I broke
down and did the required romantic thing and took her on a one-week Caribbean junket on the best ship I could afford.  I had
made a point to lose a few extra pounds, even though I usually kept myself in good shape.  I had heard about the round-the-clock
feasting on board and I was ready for it. About the third day out, however, I started to get some bad stomach cramps, which I
ignored, assuming it was simply payback for the constant overeating.  I took a laxative and went to bed.  The next morning, although I emptied myself rather thoroughly, I was feeling a lot worse.  I finally dragged myself to the ship’s doctor.

Dr. Landau was a young man, apparently just finished with his internship, who had decided to opt for the easy life of a ships
doctor rather than pursue any specialty or set up in private practice.  He made a comfortable living, got to travel a lot and was able to meet and socialize with a constant stream of passengers.  When I got to his office, I was pretty uncomfortable, so he wasted no time.  He led me to the exam room, and waited right there while I undressed and he helped me onto the table.  Being this was a ship where space is precious, the exam room was an all-purpose facility, small but well equipped. (more…)

Andy prepared his equipment for the patient that was soon to arrive. He made sure everything he needed was clean and close at hand. While he was just finishing up he heard a knock at the door. He opened the door to his office and ushered Linda inside and down the hallway to his “exam room”.

“So, I understand you’ve been having stomach problems, is that correct?” he asked as he sat down next to his examination table.

“Yes, that’s right and it seems to have gotten worse in the last few days”. Linda answered somewhat nervously.

“Ok, why don’t you go behind the screen there, take all your clothes off and put on this gown”.

Linda took the hospital gown and went behind the screen and began to disrobe. There wasn’t much to take off, only her jeans, T-shirt, bra, shoes and socks. She left her panties on, she felt less naked with them on. She pulled on the hospital gown which was open partially in the back. She took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the screen.

“Please step up on that little foot stool at the end of the table and bend over, I’ll need to take your temperature first”. (more…)