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…)