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Snowed In
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
It's difficult enough in a busy home when everyone goes about
their daily routines to keep things flowing smoothly. Tempers
flair now and then, life's little problems constipate communication,
clutter builds up, so occasionally I have to step up as the "Mommy"
of this household and set things right.
If you toss in a major Nor'easter snowstorm things can get crazy!
During this particular blizzard, not only was my family of five
housebound, but we also had a guest. My youngest son's girlfriend
was snowed in with us as well.
It was the second day of being snowed-in that I noticed my son's
girlfriend was being especially cranky. She is the type of girl,
like most, who has her mood swings. She can be bright and chipper
one minute, and down in the dumps the next. It seemed to me
that this day she was down way more than up. I also noticed
that she was spending a lot of time in our only bathroom. It
is easy to notice something like that when you only have one bathroom!
With everyone sharing, it seemed that any time someone walked
down the hall towards the bathroom, they turned away, dejected,
because the door was closed.
On one occasion when she finally came out of the bathroom, I asked
Kelly if she was feeling alright, and she rolled her eyes in my
direction and didn't bother to reply. At first my feelings were
hurt, and I wondered if perhaps I was sticking my nose where it
didn't belong, so I gave her some space and time.
Unfortunately, space was at a minimum, with six people cluttering
up the house and time in our solitary bathroom was in short supply
as well!
I waited for Kelly to make one of her ventures into the kitchen
hunting for snacks to bring up the subject of how she was feeling.
This time Kelly snapped that her stomach hurt. I became concerned,
since I had observed that something was obviously wrong and she
looked a bit pale. I asked her when was the last time she had
made a #2 and although Kelly seemed annoyed at the question, she
answered that is hadn't been for five days.
This was when all concerns about appearing nosey or intrusive
left my mind, my motherly instincts kicked in. I knew that a
parent in this situation had no alternative but to be firm and
insistent no matter how old the child. A blocked bowel is nothing
to fool around with!
I told Kelly to come with me into my bedroom where we could have
some privacy to discuss this situation. I suppose Kelly was caught
a little off guard, since I had never invited her into my bedroom
to talk, she already knew that when I needed to have a serious
discussion with one of my three sons that I take them into the
den.
Kelly followed me down the hall and walked into my bedroom.
I went to my nightstand and put something small in my hand and
then I sat down on the edge of my bed and motioned for her to
sit down beside me on my right. From where we were sitting,
we could see each other in the mirror of the bureau, which was
nice since this was the type of discussion that leant itself to
feelings of shyness. I could look at Kelly in the mirror as she
answered my questions and she didn't feel as if I was staring
at her.
After I asked her a lot of questions about what had been happening
with her constipation, I explained to Kelly that I was going to
take her temperature to see if she was running a fever. I showed
her the thermometer in my hand. She sensed that this was not
the typical thermometer that she was use to dealing with when
I also showed her the small jar of Vaseline.
Kelly got up and started to leave the room saying that she felt
just fine, and put her hand on the doorknob to leave. This was
when I had to pull rank. I was the mother here, and I knew what
was best, and she was going to listen and if she didn't and acted
immaturely about this she was going to get a spanking.
Much to my surprise when Kelly heard me say the word spanking
she stormed out of the bedroom and slammed the door shut, leaving
me alone holding the thermometer! Not since my oldest son was
seven had I ever had to chase one of my sick charges around the
house!
I was a bit cranky myself when I walked out into the living room
and that is when I saw Kelly telling my son all about what I had
wanted to do. My youngest son, much to Kelly's amazement, pointed
back toward my bedroom and explained that she better do what I
said or it would be worse for her.
I smiled with satisfaction as Kelly followed me back into the
bedroom. This time I picked up the hairbrush off the bureau,
knowing that running from me would deserve a punishment. This
time Kelly stood in front of me as I sat on the bed, and she was
holding back tears. She saw the hairbrush was now lying on the
bed next to the jar of Vaseline and she started to whisper, "Please
don't spank me, I will let you take my temperature, please, I'll
be good now."
As I unbuckled her jeans and slid them down past her thighs,
I could see her panties come into view in the mirror above the
bureau. Then I gave a slight tug to her arm and Kelly found herself
across one of my knees and I wrapped my other leg around the bottom
of her legs near the ankles. I didn't want Kelly to suddenly
start wiggling and hurt herself; she was obviously not experienced
with submitting to a mother's ministrations.
I explained to Kelly that she was going to get a spanking before
her temperature was taken because she needed to learn cooperation
and how to obey. I also explained that only the very youngest
of children don't understand that when they are ill they have
to submit to certain embarrassing and sometimes painful procedures.
It is important that she learns to cooperate and behave so that
no one is harmed. With that lecture out of the way, I proceeded
to lower her panties and get them out of the way as well.
As I started to lower her panties, Kelly involuntarily wiggled
and tried to kick. When she did, she realized that I had a very
firm grip on her with my leg. Her pale bottom was now fully exposed
and pointing toward the ceiling. There was no way for her to
interfere with what was about to happen to her unprotected backside.
I grabbed her firmly around the waist with my left arm and then
brought my hard ivory hairbrush down with my right. The first
swat left a red whelp, but it wasn't long before that red mark
was overlapped by another and another. Soon Kelly was ooching
and owing uncontrollably and promising in every way she could
that she would cooperate.
Not until her behind was properly heated did I stop and rub.
When I did, Kelly burst out into sobs of self-pity. I am sure
she felt that nothing on earth could be worse than what she had
just endured. Her bottom probably felt like it had been stung
by bees!
That was when I parted her bottom cheeks and dabbed a small glob
of Vaseline on her bottom hole. Then I expertly inserted the
thermometer into her puckered opening, twirling it and moving
it slowly in and out so that she would realize it was there and
remain still. Kelly remained still and quiet throughout until
I removed it slowly, at which point she made a sound of pained
embarrassment.
She had only a slight elevation, which could be explained away
by all the activity of the last few minutes, so I decided that
there was nothing wrong with her that a good old-fashioned enema
wouldn't cure. That was when I slid my finger into her bottom
hole to check. I could feel that her tight little pink bottom
was clear for about one inch, but after that I could feel a huge
object blocking things up. I explained to Kelly that she was
going to be miserable until that loaf came out of her, and that
while I could give her a suppository...
This was when Kelly interrupted me and started begging me that
she would do anything, but please not a suppository. So, naturally,
I didn't want to be mean since she had been so cooperative since
her spanking, so I agreed and told her she would be getting an
enema instead.
When Kelly got up off my lap, her hair was hanging down hiding
her face. After I told her to remove her jeans and panties and
sweater and to put on my bathrobe, and to climb up on the bed
face down, she nodded her head in agreement. She kept her face
hidden the entire time she was removing her clothes, whimpering
a little as she put her arms through my robe, she tied it and
then she laid down on the bed.
I went into the bathroom, confident that when I returned with
the full enema bag, Kelly would be waiting. It usually doesn't
take more than one session with my ivory hairbrush for naughty
boys and girls to do as they are told.
Sure enough, after running the water to a pleasant warm temperature
and adding a squirt of castile soap, I returned with the bulging
red bag to find Kelly right where I left her, face down on the
bed, wearing nothing but my bathrobe.
I told her she was a good girl, and because of that her enema
was going to be warm and not too uncomfortable. Then I sat on
the bed beside her and lifted her robe up out of the way. Her
bare behind was still hot and red from her earlier spanking, and
as I spread her bottom cheeks apart, I could see her tight little
pink pucker was already glistening from the earlier application
of petroleum jelly. It was simply a matter of sliding the small
round nozzle into her bottom hole, and clicking the valve to open.
As the warm water started to seep into her bottom slowly, inching
it's way past the giant blockage and further up into her lower
intestinal track, Kelly remained very quiet. I would raise and
lower the bag, listening carefully to her groans. Only when she
started to clench and cry did I stop the flow for a few moments.
I would rub her red bottom and tell her to relax, and remind
her that I wasn't going to let anything bad happen. I also told
her that soon she would be feeling all better once that large
loaf slipped its way out of her bottom.
Kelly mentioned that she was afraid, so I assured her that I would
go with her into the bathroom and stay with her the entire time.
Then with a proud smile I announced that her naughty little bummy
had swallowed the entire bag as I slowly slid out the nozzle.
Kelly seemed very passive as she waited for permission to get
up and go to the bathroom. I continued to rub her bottom, and
she talked to me about how her tummy had been hurting for days
and how she hadn't known what to do. She thanked me for taking
care of her, and for not being mad. I promised her that I was
never angry, that I was here to help, and if she ever needed me,
she shouldn't be afraid to say so!
Finally after Kelly had cramped a few times, I told her that it
was time for her to go to the bathroom. She got up slowly and
waddled her way into the bathroom, holding her robe tight around
her in case anyone was watching from the hall!
Once we were both in the bathroom Kelly sat down on the potty,
and she looked up at me shocked as the surprising sounds of water
started coming out of her at full speed. I laughed and nodded
as I heard the water suddenly stop, and then a loud plop as the
giant blockage freed itself from her tight little bottom, then
more liquid gushed out followed by many more embarrassing plops!
"You really needed this!" I said and Kelly laughed and asked
if she could flush.
"Such a good girl." I said, and smiled.
© 2005 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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