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Bad Grades
Jake finished his bike ride and parked his bike. On entering his home, he found his parents sitting at the kitchen table. The table was clear except for a piece of paper which Jake immediately recognized as his report card. It had arrived that day.
“Sit down Jake.” His father said. Jake did as he was told and found himself across the table from his father and mother. “We got your report card.” They did not seem pleased. “We see you got all A’s except in economics. How come a B?” Just as his father said that the kitchen door opened, and Jake’s brother, James, came in and went to the refrigerator to get a drink. It was an inopportune interruption. The kitchen was silent, and James realized he had interrupted something.
“James, could you go upstairs. We’re talking to Jake.” His mother directed. James looked at them, put the glass in the sink, and left, heading upstairs to their room.
Jake’s father continued, “Well, how come the B?”
“That is Mr. Cummings. He is really tough. He told me I had one of the highest grades in the class.”
“So why wasn’t it an A?” His father asked; his mother there, looking on seriously. His parents were old-school and had not benefitted from education. They wanted more for their sons and raised them accordingly. Grades and doing well in school were paramount. had made it clear to the boys were expected to get straight A’s. Luckily, both boys were very good students and usually made the mark, but on occasion they had gotten a B.
“Actually, I don’t think that Mr. Cummings gives out A’s. He’s the toughest teacher in the school.”
“I guess we are wondering if all of the time you spend playing video games should have been spent studying economics.”
“I put a ton of time into that course. It was hard.”
“Well, we’re not sure it was enough. We’ve talked to you before about being disciplined. It looks like you have fallen short in this case.”
“Dad… Mom, seriously I worked really hard.” Jake was feeling like it was becoming a losing battle.
His mom spoke up, “Jake, we know you work hard, but it is easy for a boy your age to get distracted. Mrs. Long tells me that is Cody’s problem.”
Jake smiled. “Well, yeah, Cody goofs off a lot.”
“We don’t want you being like that. You know your education is the most important thing.”
“Yes, and I work hard at it.”
“We know, but sometimes you need a reminder. This B is a sign that we have let our guard down.”
“No. I really think you don’t get how tough Mr. Cummings is. I told you, I don’t think he gives out any A’s.”
His father spoke up. “We’re not here to judge Mr. Cummings. Our concern is you. As your mother said, we are going to need to address it.”
“What?”
“You know our expectation and you let us down. There are consequences son.”
“Dad…”
“Discipline is very important, and it is our job to teach you that. And we will. We’ve been down this path before, and we will restart.”
“Dad, no, please no.”
“Jake, you know it is for your own good.” Jake knew exactly where this was going, and he did not like it. When younger, he had the same conversation with his parents. It resulted in regular discipline sessions, and they were not any fun. He was subjected to weekly, hot, soapy enemas followed by enforced naps meant to teach him discipline. He hated them and luckily, they had stopped a number of years ago. He could not fathom now, eighteen years old, he would have to be given enemas and forced naps again. He was too old.
“That’s right son and we are going to start today.”
“No, please, I have been working hard and being dedicated.”
“Son don’t fight it. You did that before, and it didn’t work. You need to accept your punishment and rise to the occasion.”
“I’m too old. Please don’t make me do them again.”
Jake’s mother interrupted. “There’s nothing a good enema won’t take care of. It helped you and your brother before and it will help again. Now stop your fussing young man, and head upstairs and get naked and meet us in the bathroom. We don’t need to drag this out. And another thing Jake, after your enema, you will be taking a long nap.”
“Mom, dad, please don’t make me take an enema. I have been working hard. I’ll do better. And, please, not a nap. I’m too old to be taking naps. They’re for babies. Besides, I want to go out later.”
“We know you will work harder son, but you are going to be getting regular enemas to fix this problem. And you will take a nap after the enema. Now upstairs and get those clothes off. Don’t make me ask you twice.” Jake knew that phrase. It meant ‘do as your told.’ In the past when either boy bucked it, they got a severe spanking and then also got the enema. Jake got up from the chair and started to leave the room.
“Jane, get the soap. I’ll get the bag ready.”
As Jake left the room, he got that certain feeling in his belly. He came to call it the enema butterflies. It was like his intestines knew what was coming. His parents administered hot and soapy enemas that were both crampy and very effective. When he sat on the toilet after them, everything came out. He never knew there was that much in him.
Jake went to the stairs and headed to his room. James was there on his bed scrolling through his phone. The boys shared the room. “That didn’t sound like a good time.” James commented, without looking up from the phone.
“Can you believe it. They’re upset because of the B from Cummings. You know he doesn’t give A’s.”
“No, he’s like the toughest in the school.”
“Yeah, well they didn’t believe that.”
“So, what are you like grounded or something.”
“I wish. No, they’re going to give me an enema. And then I have to take a nap. Can you believe that? It is like I’m a baby.”
“Wow. Bummer man, an enema AND a nap. They certainly gave enough enemas to both of us. I figured we had grown out of them.” James then chuckles, “And a nap, too.”
“Yeah, what luck. I’m not a baby anymore.”
Jake started to get undressed. He took his shirt, pants and sox off leaving him in his underpants. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was decently fit. His belly was flat, but he knew it would soon be flatter after the enema. He reached down into his undies and adjusted his stuff. It always felt good touching himself. At his age, it didn’t take much to get him aroused. James was close enough in age to Jake that they had compared notes, they had even jerked each other off a few times. He could hear the water running in the adjacent bathroom. He had endured the enemas, in fact, many enemas, in the past, it just had not been in a while. He wondered now what it would be like to get an enema. He did know that fighting it would definitely be a wrong decision. He put his hands inside his underpants and pushed them down, so they fell to his ankles and stepped out of them. He was now totally naked as was required.
James looked at Jake ready to head to the bathroom. He knew all too well what was in store for his brother. “I’m going to get out of here before they decide I need one too.” James could not help admiring his brother’s body. As he left the room, he leaned into Jake and whispered, “Pant like a doggy.”
“Shut up.” Jake responded and went to smack James, but James ducked and got out of the door before he could get hit. It had become somewhat of a tease each would say to the other. When the boys got their enemas and they were full and cramping, their parents would encourage them with that phrase. Both boys had been in that position and knew it only happened when the enemas got really tough to take. Now, naked and totally exposed, Jake left his room and headed to the bathroom.
Once there, he saw the enema bag, and the pitcher of water with the bar of Ivory soap in it. His father was swishing the bar in it. As he did, the water was becoming increasingly milky and getting a head of suds on top. The smell of Ivory was strong in the bathroom. His mother was putting a towel on the floor. Jake stood there barely clothed and watched as his dad poured the soapy mixture into the enema bag resulting in a swollen bag with a head of suds at the top. He handed it to his wife who hung it from the towel bar. They were a team dedicated to raising their sons the proper way.
“OK. Get on the floor. You know the drill, knees and elbows.” In fact, Jake did know the drill even though it has been some time. He felt so awkward being eighteen and still getting an enema from his parents, and not one, but both of them. He looked at the bulging bag and wondered how much it was going to hurt ad if he could take it all. When younger he didn’t think the bag was as full. He knew better than to say anything. At this point, he knew he needed to comply and endure it. He got down on his knees and leaned forward until his head and shoulders were at the floor. He crossed his arms and rested his head on them. As he did, he felt his ass cheeks spread a bit and the cool air hit his rosebud further reminding him how exposed and vulnerable he was. He knew soon the nozzle and water would be penetrating and filling him.
“That a boy.” His father was not cruel, but firm. “Hand me the nozzle Jane.” His mother who was sitting on the tub edge handed her husband the large douche nozzle. His father opened the jar of Vaseline and took some and spread it on the tip. He then got down on his knees next to Jake. He aimed the nozzle into the tub, opened the clamp, and bled the air out. With one hand he spread Jake’s cheeks exposing his son’s still young, tight rosebud. His father touched the nozzle tip to his son’s anus causing a reflex tightening. “Don’t fight it son. Open up. Take some breathes.” Jake complied and started to take the breathes. He closed his eyes as he felt the cool nozzle invade him. It was such a weird feeling having this thing in your butt. His father moved the nozzle in and out a bit and twisted it. As scared as Jake was, it oddly felt good in his ass. His father held the nozzle in Jake’s butt and then reached for the clamp. “I’m going to give you your enema now son. You need to take the whole bag, understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“It may get uncomfortable, but that is necessary, so you learn your lesson. Understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Once I start it son, I won’t stop it. It has to be done and you need to take the whole bag.”
“Yes sir. I will. I’ll be good and take my enema.”
“OK. Here we go.” And with that, all in the bathroom heard the CLICK.
The room was silent. Jake braced himself. Then he felt it. The hot water started to invade him. It was always a weird feeling, a warmth coming from the inside. He kind of liked the feeling of the nozzle in him. The enema seemed to be flowing well. He figured he could do this. He looked up at the bag. It seemed to be starting to deflate and flatten a bit. He could feel the enema water filling him. He clenched his anus a bit. It actually felt kind of good. Of course, it was embarrassing being there naked on the floor, ass high in the air, and having both parents watch you. He hoped the enema would finish without a hitch. However, as he was saying that he started to feel the very beginning of feeling full. He figured it would pass. He put his head down and closed his eyes, his face at the floor on top of the thick terrycloth towel. The pressure began to build. Jake was definitely getting filled. The water was working its way through his bowels. The warmth spread out, and with it the feeling of fullness. Then it started, initially it was very mild, but it grew as the water filled him. It was a cramp. Jake knew to take short, quick breathes. He remembered his mother telling him, “Pant like a doggy.” He did it. It helped but not a lot. He let out a moan. With time the cramp increased, and the soft moans became more “Ow…Ow…Ow.” The cramps only got stronger.
“Dad, please stop it. It really hurts. I’m getting full. Isn’t that enough?”
“No son. You need to empty the bag. This is part of your punishment. You need to learn discipline. Now, take your enema like a big boy.”
“Dad it is really hurting. Oooooh. Please.” Jake began to feel more desperate His belly was getting swollen, and the cramps were bad. He continued to pant hoping they would subside. luckily, they did a bit. As the cramps slowed, Jake just felt full. He needed to go to the toilet. “I’m really getting full. Can’t we stop. That’s enough. I learned my lesson.”
“No Son, you need to take the full bag.”
“Please stop it. Let me go. Please. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll study more. I promise, just please stop it and let me go to the bathroom.”
“It’s almost over son.” His mom said. She looked at and squeezed the bag, then to Jake’s horror, she took it off the hook and held it higher.”
“Mom, please no.”
“Stop your fussing, Jake. You should have known better. Now stop being a baby and finish your enema. There is only a little left.” As she held the bag high Jake heard the gurgle signaling it was all in him. His father clamped the tubing.
“Now, hold your enema and think about how you are going to be a better student.” His father was always firm. The cramps began again.
“Dad, please. I have thought about it. I apologized. Please let me go to the bathroom. It is hurting.”
“Then we know it is working. Hold your water and don’t spill any or we’ll start over.” That had always been the rule, and had Jake thought it was not, he had found himself when younger getting two and even once three enemas because he had a leak. He clamped down. Fighting the cramps and the angry enema wanting out. The pressure and cramps continued to mount. Jake was becoming more desperate.
His voice got higher and cracked as he was on the verge of tears.” I’m sorry. I’ll study more. Please let me go. I can’t take it. It hurts so much, and I really am full. Please let me go.” He started to whimper more, and tears were forming.
“Son, you know this is for your own good.”
“Yes, please. Yes. I’ll do better. I promise.” At that point, the punishment has been delivered. Jake had been broken. His father removed the nozzle from Jake’s rectum.
“OK son, go to the bathroom.” Jake got up. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. He pivoted and sat on the toilet. Almost immediately the enema started to come out. He was holding his breath as the initial flood came out. It was all soapy water. Jake caught his breath and started to calm down. As he did, a second flood came out, this time with more feces and water. The cramps were subsiding. His mother and father looked at him as he sat on the toiled expelling knowing that it had to be done. They were good people and wanted the best for their son and knew that a well-disciplined boy would grow up to be a good man. The smell in the bathroom started to change from the strong Ivory scent to the smell of freshly evacuated feces. It was a necessary evil and the result of a good enema. His parents, having been raised themselves with regular enemas knew the drill. Jake composed himself, grabbed some tissues and wiped the tears away. He continued to expel the enema. The cramps were replaced by some soreness. He knew the enema would clean him out totally. His father started to clean up the enema; his mother helped.
As they finished cleaning up and Jake finished expelling his enema and wiping himself, his mother said to him, “When you are finished here, you are going to go to your room and take a nap.”
“Yes ma’am.”
His parents left the bathroom leaving Jake to stare at the empty enema bag, now hanging up to dry, that had just delivered his punishment. He wiped himself well, and then washed his hands and headed to his room. Once there, he shut the door and put his underpants back on, pulled the covers down, and climbed into bed. He rested on his side hugging his pillow. He reached down to adjust his junk in his briefs. As he did, he got a tingle. He rubbed a bit more and found himself starting to get hard. He encircled his cock and began to stoke it. It got very hard. Jake wanted to cum. He rolled over on his back, pushed his undies down to his thighs and pushed the covers down. He looked at his erect cock and felt the pleasure as he stroked himself. He thrusted his hips a bit. It wasn’t going to take a lot. He closed his eyes and sunk into the pleasure that was mounting. Before he knew it, he was at the edge. He stroked and then he started to erupt. His hips thrusting, he shot his load on his belly and chest in consecutive spurts. He stroked feverishly to get it all out until he fell back to the bed having totally shot his load. He started to breathe again recognizing that he had been holding his breath while he came. He thought to himself, oh my God, that was amazing. He reached for some Kleenex and wiped the mess he had made. He was not sure he had shot that much in a long time. It felt great. He threw the Kleenex, now filled with his cum, in the trashcan, pulled up his underpants, and then the covers. He curled up again with the pillow. His mind reviewed the events – the punishment enema, total evacuation, and finally a massive cum. As he did, he passed into a long nap.