Sunday morning I woke up with a headache, a belly,ache and a very sore
heiney. I had just decided that I was going to sleep til noon when my
bedroom door was suddenly thrust open and my stepmother stepped into my
room. ” Everett, you’d better get moving if you are going to make church
with us”, she said. “I don’t feel very well so I’m not going”, I said.
She walked over to my bed, reached out and felt my forehead. “You do feel
a little warm”, she stated, “maybe I’d better take your temperature”. She
left but returned in a few minutes shaking down a thermometer and holding a
small jar of vaseline. “Roll over, this is a rectal thermometer”, she said
as she pulled the covers to the foot of my bed. “NO WAY”, I shouted, ” get
the fuck away from me with that thing”. She looked at me with an evil
smirk, turned around and walked out saying, “you are a very slow learner”.
I heard my stepmother and stepsisters leave the house and the car drive
away so I relaxed and went back to sleep. At around noon, I was suddenly
jostled awake by the weight of my stepsister Sharon landing on my back
gripping both of my arms behind me as her sisters each grabbed one of my
legs by the ankles. Rita, my stepmother, grabbed the waistband of my
boxers and ripped them down to my ankles. I tried kicking my feet at the
same time I tried pulling my arms away from Sharon but she gripped both
wrists tightly and pushed them up towards my shoulder bladdes. I got
nowhere with kicking as Linda sat on one leg and Susan sat on the other
pinning my legs at the edges of the mattress. My boxers were yanked
completely off by Rita as I struggled, yelled and cursed. She stood at my
midsection brandishing a fly swatter and said, “I guess you are going to
have to learn the hard way”. She brought the flyswatter down across my
bare ass with a loud snap. I couldn’t believe the sting and screamed.
Again and again she alternated connecting with with opposite areas of my
rear. I struggled, bucked, screamed, cursed them and got no where. After
2 dozen swats I was crying loudly and begging her to stop. Rita shifted
her aim to the backs of my thighs for 2 dozen swats. “Are you going to do
what I say, without arguement or hesitation”? She yelled in my right ear.
“Please stop, I’ll do whatever you want”, I sobbed. “Let him go girls”,
she said. As soon as they let go, I was up rubbing my ass. Rita sat on my
bed holding the flyswatter in one hand and the thermometer in the other.
“Stop rubbing and lay across my lap”, she said. As her daughters watched,
I draped myself across her lap with my naked, reddened ass up. Blubbering
softly, I tried not to look at my grinning stepsisters. Rita spread my
cheeks and slowly worked the cold, vaseline coated thermometer into my
anus. “This would have been a lot less painful as well as less embarassing
if you had cooperated this morning”, Rita said. After three long minutes,
she withdrew the thermometer, glanced at it and announced that I had a
slight fever. “Does anything hurt”? Rita asked. “My stomach aches and so
does my head”, I stammered. “Lay down on your bed”, Rita said. I gingerly
sat on the bed and then laid back with my hands covering my crotch. “Put
your hands at your sides, we’ve already seen everything you have”, Rita
snarled. As I dropped my hands to my sides, she started palpating my
abdomen and said, “you feel like you are constipated, I think we need to
give you a soap and water enema”. I started to protest but stopped when
she picked up the flyswatter. “Do you need some more of this”, she
shouted. “Nnno , please No”, I stammered. She left but the girls remained,
gloating at me. “Oh man, we get to watch him get an enema”, Sharon said
with glee in her voice. “This is really gonna be interesting”, Susan said.
Linda just stood there grinning.
She returned with a red, rubber enema bag which seemed to be filled to
capacity. “Kneel on your bed with your head down”, she commanded. I
rolled over and got on all fours. She slapped my ass open handed. “I said
head down”, she shouted. I yelled but went down on my elbows. “Gather
around girls, Sharon hold this bag at shoulder height until it’s empty”,
she said.
She stood slightly behind me and I felt her spread my cheeks and then
something hard entered my anus. I grunted and wiggled a little. Again she
slapped my ass. She handed Linda the fly swatter. “If he moves again
witout being told use this on his ass.” She snapped open a valve on the
enema hose and I felt warm water enter me. After a few minutes I felt like
I really had to poop and said so. “You hold it until I say so”, Rita
yelled and seemed to twist the nozzle inside me. I shuddered and
involuntarily clenched my cheeks. “OOOH I cried”, and moaned softly.
Linda took that opportunity to hit me on the right ass cheek with the fly
swatter. Sharon mentioned that the bag was nearly empty. Rita started
working the nozzle slowly in and out of my anus. Surprisingly, despite my
extreme embarrassment, I felt myself getting erect and pointing towards my
belly. I heard Susan giggle and heard her whisper, “Look he’s getting an
erection”. Rita pulled out the nozzle, stood and motioned for me to get
into my bathroom. “Don’t bother closing the door”, she said. I hurried
into the bathroom and sat down just in time to evacuate my bowels loudly.
After I finally finished, I was reaching for some toilet paper when Rita
told me she wanted to see my stool and ordered me to stand. She glanced in
the bowel and with a satisfied look said, “I told you that you were
constipated, clean yourself up and get in the same corner as yesterday in
the living room for an hour”. I cleaned up as ordered and moved off to the
living room sporting a huge erection.