Part I

My goal was simple. I wanted my best friend Carol to get a chance to act in the term play. She was the lead’s understudy and hadn’t had the chance all year to get on stage. The lead, Jessica hadn’t missed a performance yet and the show was closing in a week. I was determined to get Carol a break, any way possible.

Since I was living in the same campus house as Jessica it was easy to gain her confidence while I set her up. It was all so easy. I had arranged for her to be invited by one of my friends to an after-hours party at one of the sorority houses. Causally letting her know I was invited to the same party I innocently accompanied her to the party. Once there I stayed in the background and watched my cleverly devised plan go to work.

From the moment Jessica walked into the party she was a dead duck. My cohorts in this crime quickly surrounded her pressing a can of spiked beer into her hand. Their orders were simple. I wanted them to keep feeding beer into Jessica until suds were coming out of her nose. I kept silent count as one by one Jessica downed each beer. Since each can of beer had been spiked with a shot of 180 proof vodka, it didn’t take very long for Jessica to get blitzed. But since I wanted to be sure she’d be in no condition to act tomorrow night, I just let them keep pumping it into her.

By the time we left the party, she could hardly walk and I was literally dragging her back to the dorm. By the time we got back to the house Jessica was so limp all I could do was heave her into her room’s window. She hit the floor with such a heavy thud I stuck my head in and whispered “Are you okay?” From the darkness erupted a loud belch followed by soft giggling. Yup, she was okay. Suddenly the light came on in the hallway and I ducked my head just a second before the room light flicked on. (more…)

This is a true story about the first time my wife gave me an enema disciplining. She was very imaginative, and liked to live out various fantasies, especially ones where she gave me enemas. She later told me that this particular fantasy was very real for her. She actually felt that she was living her character as she punished her naughty boy. It seemed very real to me, too.

“Have you been naughty?” she asked. I knew she was working up to something. She came over and put an arm around my neck. She whispered, “I asked you if you’ve been naughty?” Her other hand began rubbing the front of my pants. There was a stirring.

Her smile was slightly wicked as she chuckled, “Yes, I can tell that you’ve been naughty. I’m going to have to punish you. Go up to the bedroom and get undressed. I’ll be right up, and you’d better be naked.”

Not saying a word, I obediently did as I was told. I was a little apprehensive, but also excited. I knew she was going to give me an enema disciplining. We had talked about acting out this fantasy before. It would be fun, up to a point, but I expected that she was going to push my limits.

When she came into the bedroom, she was wearing a pretty pink dress. She was smiling that wicked smile. “I’m going to take all that naughtiness out of you,” she said. It felt embarrassing to be naked in front of her like this, as she remained dressed. (more…)