Enema Spanking

Mid morning on Saturday I remind Noreen, my wife, that’s it’s her turn Sunday.

“I know,” she says. “I just forgot.”

Sure she did.

“Right,” I say, eyeing the item hanging from the bedpost. “Well do it now and get it over with before you forget again.”

She sighs, but prepares the double dose of Metamucil. She makes an ugly face as she drinks it down.

“I don’t know how you can stand this stuff,” she tells me as gulps water and washes out her mouth.

I don’t know how I stand the stuff either, but I do. I guess it’s the frame of mind that associates the pleasure to come with the awful texture and taste.

Over the years, Sunday mornings developed into our spanking and enema play time. A good dose of fiber twenty-four hours before an enema makes for a nicely full colon, while still allowing ample room for the water.

Ever other week one of us is on the receiving end. Enemas and ass play for me, whereas Noreen enjoys a good spanking in addition to the anal activity.

This type of activity has its own timetable. By taking turns, the bottom gets all the attention and pleasure. The active partner does most of the work, ensuring the recipient achieves maximum delight, and postpones or foregoes personal release. Pleasure deferred is pleasure doubled.

We have no set plan during these sessions, except that it must involve some sort of ass- play. That means at least one enema. Naturally the recipient must get off at least once. When Noreen is feeling particularly wicked she will insist I submit to an enema after she has wrung every last drop of cum from my balls.

Tomorrow it is Noreen’s turn to be on the receiving end. My wife of thirty years is a big, beautiful woman. The proverbial “four-hooker” of yore, her 38-DD breasts are now 44’s. Her shapely ass has broadened. Her thighs and abdomen expanded, too. I love every ounce of her massive, 49 year-old body!

Nothing excites me the way attending to her voluptuous ass does. I can literally spend hours consorting with those enormous pillows of passion. From caressing and kissing (tonguing actually) to massaging, kneading and slapping until they turn beet red.

It’s funny how attractions can shift. Early in our marriage, it was her boobs I was fixated on. Oh, I fondled her big ass plenty then, too, but it was her big tits I worshiped. I must have sucked, licked, massaged, fucked and cum on them thousands of times. Heh, now I do those things (and more!) to her globular, gorgeous nates.

I usually wake up before Noreen, and Sunday is no exception. I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. She wakes partially, but makes no attempt to become fully alert. She likes her sleep, my Noreen does.

After carefully closing the door, I run the hot water in the lav. I perform a few basic ablutions and take my medications; at 54 my body - from the top of my bald head to the ends of my toes - requires a few modern miracles to function properly.

Fully awake, I select the enema equipment I intend to use later on Noreen. While I cannot recall a time when enemas where not a part of my life, Noreen came to enemas as an adult - from some stupid diet plan. (She abandoned the diet, but continued with the enemas.) Spankings came much later, blossoming from her psyche around menopause. Menopause, I still marvel that we no longer have to plan around her heavy periods. Dealing with the hot flashes was worth it - well, in retrospect, anyway.

Her enema capacity exceeds mine. It always did, much to my chagrin. I thought I was hot stuff to be able to suffer through a full two quart enema when constipated.

Noreen took two quart enemas with ease, even when impacted with several days worth of fecal matter. Now, thirty years later, her maximum capacity is close to four quarts. Same goes for her spankings. She can take much more warming than me. Bare-handed, my palm gives out before she calls it quits. After I climax, I want the slapping to stop. Not Noreen, she just keeps orgasming until she passes out.

I choose the large ice bag to use for her enema. When full it holds over a gallon. I don’t expect her to take all of it, but I want her to have a big enema this morning after her spanking. This bag is bulky when full, a very large, slushy blue pumpkin.

For the business end I choose our pride and joy, the double inflatable nozzle. This is my favorite “nozzle.” I love having that thing up my ass. It makes my ass feel packed, plus the inflated inner cuff presses directly on my prostate, causing all manner of wonderful sensations.

Noreen likes it as well, but only for the “no leaks” feature. When she sees it she knows she’s in for major punishment; a prospect my commodious wife relishes.

Noreen comes a bit more awake when I return.

“Mornin’,” she says.

“Sleep well?” I ask, bending over her massive form. My lips cut off her murmured reply as I plant a warm, deep kiss on her mouth. Her tongue darts out and teases my lips. I suck her tongue into my mouth, tasting the remnants of last night’s oral fest. Funny how the taste of my semen alone does nothing for me, but tasted via my wife’s lips is fiercely erotic. She moans from the back of her throat. I sharply bite her lower lip.

“Wha…?” She begins, startled.

“Turn over, baby,” I instruct her. She shifts her weight and I watch the rolls of belly fat assume new positions. Later I will be massaging those jumbo curls as they fill with water.

“You forgot to take your medicine when you were supposed to yesterday.” I smack her top thigh with my open palm. A wonderful ripple rolls through her charming pillow of flesh. She flinches and I can see that her inner thighs still bear the evidence of last night’s oral suckfest.

“Two for flinching,” I say automatically and land two sharp, downward blows on the same spot.

Noreen complains, “Hey asshole, take it easy with the merchandise!”

“That’s nothing,” I tell her. “You are going to be soundly spanked and cleaned out. Now turn over!”

Noreen has a big ass. Spanking it properly requires thought and planning. I’ve thought about it a lot. The planning is easy, the spanking implement always hangs from the bedpost on her side.

I spank Noreen with a simple, but sturdy, leather paddle. This little gem is semi-flexible, about three inches wide and sixteen inches long (including the handle.) The red leather surface is smooth, and its length is lightly embossed on both sides with tiny hearts.

We are both have incredibly sensitive asses and we’ve used all manner of sex toys in each other’s ass. (A vibrator up my bum is so stimulating that the only way she can keep it in there is if she holds me down by lying on top of me.)

We don’t have anal sex that often, considering. I love fucking her ass, but I prefer to come in her cunt. When we do ass-fuck, it’s a kick. Noreen is on her back - her legs either beating the shit out of my shoulders or dragging my arms down - with her hips on a folded pillow while I kneel in front of her stroking in and out of her tight, spasming ass. I can watch her fat bounce and jiggle as I pound my cock in her (usually) beet-red ass. Her chest flushing a deep crimson that matches her spanked butt as her orgasm builds. I stare at her huge tits as she pinches her hard, thick nipples to urge on her climax. I love watching those huge, saucer- sized aureolas darken as she becomes excited.

I digress. Back to Noreen’s delicious ass.

I take up the paddle in a comfortable grip. My nuts tighten in anticipation and my cock stiffens as I contemplate the offered ass below my upturned hand.

Noreen is in stage one; a ready supplicant. Her ass is relaxed and fully exposed. Her arms lie relaxed at her sides. Her legs are parted and at ease. I begin her flagellation.

The initial strikes cause flinching and a bit of wiggling. I am not hitting especially hard, but I am not pretending, either.

The rain of blows, delivered alternately but without pattern, over the entire area of her huge buttocks, begin to redden her otherwise pale flesh. I am spanking her with the flat of the paddle. The effect is stingingly painful but not sharp. It takes but a few minutes to blush her beautiful, full ass-cheeks. About all I hear from my wife is a few gasps and grunts.

Now Noreen is twitching more and more. Her legs close and she clenches her butt after each strike. Sighs and moans can be heard after each smack of the red paddle. She is at stage two; discomfort. I am fully erect.

Now I spank her with gusto. I must take her to that place of pain. That location, deep down, that is scary, utterly painful and terrifying. The depths of which, once she returns, will result in a unbelievable height of pleasure.

The blows land quickly and forcefully. Noreen sobs uncontrollably and shakes with pain. Deep red welts, angry echoes of the paddle, blossom over her cellulite filled buttocks. Her entire, massive body quakes with each stinging crack of the leather instrument. The slaps ring loud through the bedroom, momentarily prevailing over my lover’s wailing.

Noreen has reached the final stage: beautiful pain.

We are not much into counting blows. She’s tried to do it on occasion, but can’t concentrate (for some reason!) and I’m too busy watching - and enjoying - her big butt to keep track. Still, we have kept track, much like to see once in while just how much enema solution we can take. Typically, from start to finish, I give Noreen about a hundred and fifty spanks. Not all of which are severe.

Once we played a game where I began counting blows backwards from 128. Each blow represented an ounce of super soapy enema solution. Those smacks were delivered full force! She got a good spanking and a good enema that day.

I hung up the paddle and went to the bathroom to prepare her enema. When the enema is ready, I don on a pair of latex exam gloves - I said I liked to play with her ass - and take everything to the bedroom.

Noreen dries her eyes to watch me put the full ice bag in its support. By now her sobs are intermittent. With her red ass and puffy face, she looks very sad and pitiful.

The inflatable nozzle and the tubing hang from the top of the basket.

“On your left side,” I instruct her.

I push her top thigh up so I can have better access to her charming pillow of flesh. I squeeze a large gob of K-Y onto my gloved fingers and begin to probe her nether region. My hand about disappears under the great mass of ass-flesh.

I take my time, savoring the tight warmth - all the more hotter from the spanking - that is my wife’s ass-cleft. First I rub her crack, getting it all greasy, before I touch her anus. I add more K-Y and rub circles around her tight ring of flesh. This action elicits a few heartfelt moans from Noreen’s lips. When my finger tip presses into her ass, I receive a whimper and shudder as a reward. I push the finger deeper into her anal recess.

I take the inflatable nozzle and put it in my well-lubed hand. This is a two handed operation. Pushing a rope is difficult. (I know at my age! Another quick digression - another advantage to anal play is that anal stimulation can induce strong male orgasms without the necessity of first having a decent - that is any - erection.) I have to carefully guide the tip of the inflatable nozzle into her anus. I do this by first inserting my fingertip into her butt, lining up the inflatable nozzle along my finger and then gingerly swapping one for the other.

Once I have the tip inserted it’s fairly easy to push the balloon in. When it is in, I strip off the glove from my left hand. I use this dry hand to open the clamp.

With the enema flowing, I ease in the inflatable nozzle until it is well up my lover’s ass. My slippery right hand holds the second balloon against her anus as I inflate the first balloon with my left hand.

I pump it up slowly but fully. Then I inflate the second balloon, at which time I reluctantly remove my right my from between her heavy cheeks.

Noreen sighs and takes a deep breath as she adjusts to the flowing water. I pinch the shutoff clamp to restrict the flow.

To the uninitiated, watching someone take an enema is akin to watching paint dry. Not so to the anally erotic! My cock is achingly hard and dripping pre-cum. As if we were one, or linked telepathically, I know exactly what she is feeling and it excites me tremendously.

I put on clean gloves and start pleasuring my wife. I don’t rush it; I allow the conflicting stimuli to balance themselves.

Noreen, though she hasn’t come out and said it, likes to be cunt-fisted. I observed this during the many times I’ve manually masturbated her to orgasm. She has the most intense and prolonged orgasms when, after a suitable length of time, I’ve had all my fingers well up her pussy.

I dip my fingers into a jar of cream we keep for masturbation lubrication and begin to stoke and tease her puffy labia.

Noreen bitches that she’s uncomfortable. I reach for the paddle and she quickly tells me she can handle it. I put a big pillow next to her hips anyway and make her roll onto it. Now her ass is elevated enough so the inflatable nozzle isn’t poking her, plus I have access to her cunt and her expansive, filling belly.

When I take a large enema, my stomach bulges and pouches out, clearing displaying its contents. Noreen’s immense gut never appears different when she is full to bursting with enema solution. I can feel the difference when I rub her folds of flesh, but I can’t see it, which it disappointing. (Remind me to tell you about all the randy, nasty fun we had during her three pregnancies.)

Noreen’s moaning is growing in stridency - a mixture of sexual tension, soreness and abdominal discomfort. I have one hand busy teasing her cunt and another sweeping wide circles over her colon. Her hands are in flight. One moment they are playing with her tits, another they are twitching by her sides or attempting to soothe her blistered ass.

Slowly, the enema begins to win the battle, her hands pull and tug her belly fat up towards her tits in an effort to ease the growing pressure in her guts. My darling wife has quite a bit of enema liquid up her ass.

I begin to masturbate her in earnest now - must maintain that yin and yang balance after all. Two of my fingers begin to stroke the spongy area just inside and “up” in her cunt. She loves that. I fuck her cunt with my fingers, pulling all the way out before plunging deeply in to stroke that “G” spot of hers.

Noreen is now gasping and mewing. She is close to climaxing. I urge her on by adding the rest of my fingers. The cone I make with my fingers twists and pushes into her engorged pussy. She begins to heave (what a sight!) and writhe. Her mewing is increasing in pitch and her broad chest is deep red (almost the color of her well-spanked ass.) I fully open the enema clamp.

The sudden increase in water flow sends her over the edge. She screams out an “Oh” - unusual for her - as her orgasm releases. I twist faster and deeper as she comes, prolonging her climax. (I also shut off the enema, but she doesn’t notice it.)

I bend towards one of her ponderous tits and bite down on the thick nipple. Hard. Very hard. Noreen screams in pain/pleasure and begins to hyperventilate. I stop all activity and marvel at her capacities - enema, pain and orgasmic. A few strokes and my cock erupts in my gloved hand. Noreen doesn’t notice.

When she’s caught her breath, I help her up. The inflatable nozzle is still firmly lodged in her ass; all that is visible are the two black inflator bulbs. I hand her the tubing and the clamp and then lift out the seriously deflated ice bag from the basket. I upend it and remove the tubing so I can pass it through the bottom of the basket to Noreen.

I take her to the bathroom and help her into the shower. I turn on the water (aiming the spray away from us until it warms up) and Noreen gives me a big hug and a long, passionate kiss. I reach down and release the inflators. Noreen sighs and lets loose. We embrace and kiss as the water showers down from both above and below.

I gently wash her back and tender buttocks and clean the enema equipment while she revels in the warm spray.

I wonder what she has in mind for me next week.