|This is the story promised on the Butt Plug thread on the Discussion page. It was inspired originally by a thread involving 'figging' or butt plugs made from gingr root, and similar topics. It does involve spanking, too!
ENEMA IN THE WOODSHED!
Rebecca had exasperated him beyond measure. Her spankings seemed to be having no effect at all any more, and the last time, after he had kindly permitted her to receive her bare bottom smacks while comfortably across his lap on a bed, she had the effrontery to fall asleep while he was doing his best to give her a proper spanking. This may have been in part because of the copious quantities of wine he had provided for them at lunch, but that, of course, was beside the point. He was wide awake after his share of the vintage claret, and quite aware of her detectibly rounded, soft mounds. As far as he could tell, it was a good spanking, and her bottom was a lovely salmon pink, and felt just right under his open palm. Despite his efforts however, she was either enjoying the spanking or bored by it. Falling asleep during a spanking! Imagine that!
Ralph admitted that he did like Rebecca very much, enjoyed her company and appreciated the opportunity to take her panties down and spank her very attractive bottom. However, with this latest behaviour he felt that she was becoming something of a thorne in his side. At least she could remain awake while her cute behind was being spanked for her. A plan was forming in his mind.
Being a slow thinker by nature, possibly a bungalow with no second story, or even several bricks short of a ummm... out house? It was the thought of that ... house that finally fired his imagination, and led him to the plan. Next time she needed a spanking, she would have one that kept her mind on her bottom for a decent length of time. Because many months had passed since she had met him for a spanking, there had been plenty of time to make suitable preparations.
The outbuildings of his rural home were typical, but unused in the modern age, or at least some of them were. The fancy new plumbing had eliminated the historic brick ummmm ... house's purpose, and central heating meant that the woodshed held little wood nowadays, just a supply for the fireplace, and even that would soon be taken care of by a gas insert.
The woodshed, however had been a tradition with most rural families for generations. The distance from the main residence made the cries of victims less difficult for the sensitive family members to bear, especially those who were due for a trip to the woodshed themselves and were awaiting their moment, or those who were simply sensitive to the pain of others, like elderly and overly sympathetic grandmothers. From the kitchen with the door and window shut, one could barely hear the 'Crack!' of the strap or 'Splot!' of a hand on a bare bottom. The woodshed clearly had its uses, and Ralph decided this would be part of the answer to his problem with Rebecca.
Within the wooden walls he constructed a rather cozy room, panelled with barn board, and its floor covered with blue carpet from the remnant department of Lipson's store at their 'Going Out of Business' sale.. There was a comfortably padded armless chair, a vaulting horse from a gym that had closed down, and hanging on the wall, mainly for effect, was Ralph's collection of antique and classic razor strops.
As an added touch, and recalling a childhood reminiscence, a few belts and straps hung on hooks at the back door of the house, which could be picked up as the walk to the woodshed across the yard began. The large hairbrush was an option, and it resided, hanging from an adjacent convenient nail.
He had heard about the famous Kellogg Clinic in the States, and its colonic irrigation equipment. A search of the web had shown him the very impressive machine with dials and gauges set in a chromed panel, a fluid level indicator and a pump which operated with the rhythm of a gentle heartbeat. There seemed to be some kind of electric heater to warm the contents of the liquid reservoir, and an access panel permitted any necessary additions of soap or chemicals to the water which came through the plumbing supply. From this display front there was a fairly long rubber hose, terminating with a cute little shiny black nozzle. Attempts to obtain one of these machines failed miserably, since the few around were either in medical collections or their owners, if willing to sell, wanted exorbitant amounts for them. A real Kellogg Colonic Irrigation Machine was not within his budget.
At this point it becomes a bit complicated, since so many of his ideas were based on surfing the web. He had been surprised to find that some spankophiles also found enemas interesting, and others had discovered the art of figging, which involved carving ginger root into a suitable shape. Still, after wading through a truly astounding thread on his favourite website, he had come across spanking, colonic irrigation, ginger root figging enemas and clysters. Out of this wealth of information he would deal with Rebecca. She would find sleep difficult.
Spanking was something he clearly understood and enjoyed to the fullest extent. His Woodshed was furnished to deal with that, and while not unpleasant at all, in fact quite a warm and welcoming atmosphere had been created, all things considered, he did not think it would be as conducive to sleeping as his bedroom had proved to be.
It now became necessary to equip the Woodshed to meet the requirements of all the activities he had in mind. It was already satisfactorily furnished for the convenient bottom smacking, strapping and even caning.
Colonic irrigation, the clyster and the enema. These seemed to be all much of a muchness, except that the volume of liquid employed in the Kellogg machine seemed over much. Dr. Kellogg had recommended four quarts per session, twice a day for a week for his patients. Ralph realized that U.S. quarts were smaller than the Imperial ones, but still... A more modern authority, a treatise on natural health, made more sense, suggesting that two litres was absolute maximum needed for cleansing. He would keep that in mind. In addition to spanking needs, there would be an enema in the Woodshed.
Ginger. Someone mentioned in a post shaping it like a butt plug. That was something new to Ralph, but with perseverance he managed to get a description of one of those strange devices, and with that an idea of the requirements. His pen knife would serve as the carving tool.
Next it was off to town to make the necessary purchases. In the imported produce section of the supermarket, he saw the ginger root. He had often purchased it before, being interested in Indian cooking and other culinary techniques which used the spice. But that was before seeing all the posts on the website and graphic descriptions of the art of figging. This time, however, he was sure everyone in the store was watching him and laughing secretly at an obvious figger. Maybe they had always been doing that, but he had not known! Several times he approached the ginger display, only to find it surrounded by women making their selections. He was the only man in the area, and the produce clerk was a very attractive young woman, eager to help. Ralph blushed, but finally managed to choose an appropriately sized ginger root, handing it to the clerk to be priced. She weighed it, wrapped it and marked the price. "That's a cute looking one, Sir! You made a good choice!" Smiling, she handed him the package. Had she guessed? Maybe, but he would never know. A quick trip through the 'Express' checkout where he was glad the ginger was now travelling incognito in its package, and back to the car. Pharma Plus was next.
If buying ginger was bad, this part was going to be really tough. Ralph hesitated at the entrance to the pharmacy, mentally debating with himself whether to give up his plan or stick to his convictions about the way to deal with Rebecca when she arrived tomorrow. Mental images caused a certain stirring of the flesh and the matter was decided. Braving the barrier of fear, he entered the automatic door as it opened. There seemed something final about the way it closed behind him. The only way out now would mean going past a cash register station. These machines, of course, were being personned by attractive young female persons. He wondered if it would be possible to disguise his selection when the time came.
In a drug store, some purchases can be more difficult to make than others. Cough medicine or Kleenex were both much less stressful to buy han condoms for instance. At least to him.
Ralph looked at the array of display shelves in the many aisles, and the signs above each. 'Hair Care,' 'Vitamins,' 'Cough and Cold,' 'Paper Goods,' 'Specially for Women,' (that one always made him blush and look the other way,) and then 'Men's Needs.' There was a shelf for 'Family Planning,' (must keep away from that!) another for 'First Aid,' and at the far side of the shop, 'Home Healthcare Needs.' He gulped, and decided that just might be it. Pretending to be going somewhere else, he managed an oblique path to the display in question.
The display contained various devices such as kidney basins, bed pans, tensor bandages, eye drops, ear drops and ear syringes. For a second he thought about those, but they were definitely too small from what he had learned. Next on the shelf came the ice packs and hot water bottles. He was getting close. One more step, and he was there.
There were boxes labelled, 'Fleet Enema - Pre Mixed.' There was something similar which appeared to be a house brand. Was this what had been meant by the posters on his website? Somehow these seemed a bit impersonal. It was theproducts of the De Vilbiss Company, proudly displayed in an amazing array that caught his attention. There were boxes labelled 'Adult Rectal Syringe,' and thinking this was the same as an enema or clyster, hoping there was nobody looking, he opened one to peer inside. A rubber bulb with a shiny black nozzle at one end nestled within. Hurriedly he closed the box and continued to examine the display. A device he first thought was an ordinary hot water bottle caught his attention, when he saw the neatly coiled rubber tubing and a selection of smooth, black plastic attachments. Would this be what he was seeking? He was new to this, and not quite certain. He wondered if Dr. Kellogg would approve. A label said, 'capacity 2 litres.' Had not the good doctor recommended four quarts (US) which would be about four litres? He recalled his earlier research. Ralph was lost in thought, when a voice broke through the mental fog.
It was a softly feminine voice, and the words as he finally processed them, were, "May I help you, Sir?"
"Ummm... I'm not sure...ummm kinda just looking..." He turned as he addressed the owner of the voice, a young woman he recognized. She had been in his history class a couple of years ago and then gone on to University. Must be in second year by now. Very attractive. Ralph had often suspected that she had a crush on him in that Grade XIII class. Little did he know that she had fantasized about lying over his knee to have her bottom spanked. He had thought she was mesmerized by his brilliant explanation and analysis of the significance of the Statute of Westminster as she gazed at him with shining eyes. Now in her part time-position at Pharma Plus, seeing him again in this spot, she was again thinking about position. Surreptitiously she rubbed her behind, secretly thinking of the preparatory touches before a good spanking.
"Are you looking for an enema, Sir?" she asked brightly.
"Do you... could you help me?" How did he get into this situation?
"No, not, really, but maybe you should talk to our pharmacist. She's an expert."
The young clerk, Casey by name, looked toward the back of the store and raised her voice slightly. "Linda, Mr. Rogers wants an enema." Ralph blushed.
Linda, in her very professional white smock, came from behind the prescription counter a few feet away and joined them. She was a very attractive woman in her forties, with delightful curves in all the proper places, sparkling green eyes and an intelligent and friendly look.
"I'll be glad to help you Mr. Rogers. Maybe we should decide what type of enema you would like." She picked up a Fleet three-pack. "If you are looking for the mechanical laxative type, these are quite good. They are pre-filled and the plastic bulbs are disposable. In the long run, though, these are more economical." Linda picked up one of the De Vilbiss boxes and removed the bulb from its container. "These can be used over and over and last for years and years. All you need to do is fill them with warm water, and maybe a little soap. The nozzles are nicely shaped and easy to insert." Ralph did not know what to say at this point. Talking about such things in a public place with two attractive women was not exactly what had been in his mind when he set out on his mission.
Linda, noticing the hesitation in his response, thought perhaps Mr. Rogers wanted something a little more effective than the bulbs. She replaced the 'Adult Rectal Syringe' in its box and returned it to the shelf. "Perhaps you'd like something like this?" holding up a fairly large flat box with a clear plastic cover. Inside rested a commodious rubber bag with its coiled tubing and a selection of black nozzles. "I rather like this one myself. It's ideal for a complete cleansing of the system, and holds a full two litres." Ralph had his hand in his jacket pocket as he gazed fascinated at the shaped plastic attachments. Unconsciously he grasped the small package which was there in is his hand, 'Ginger root!' he realized. He had an idea more clearly now about the carving he must do. "They are very popular, and the interchangeable nozzles allow some change of function and even multi-tasking. This is the one I like to use myself. I'm sure you'd find it very effective."
Still Ralph, now fully embarrassed by the conversation, one-sided so far, remained silent. Linda felt she had tried hard to explain things. Surely he could make a choice? "Mr. Rogers, are you sure you want an enema?"
Casey had difficulty suppressing a giggle, and was unable to avoid a snort. The mental image of her spanking was suddenly replaced by one of Linda inserting a smooth, slender plastic nozzle into Mr. Roger's posterior orifice.
"Well, if I am going to get one, I suppose this is the place to get it, especially from an expert like you, Linda..."
Casey could not restrain herself. "Here, Mr. Rogers?" was the pharmacist's reply, and as her former teacher blushed at the implications, the younger woman gave in to her mirth. The situation deteriorated, as a grinning Linda continued, "We close in a few minutes, but I do live close by the store..."
"Casey! You should be spanked for having naughty thoughts like that," Ralph said to his pretty former pupil. Casey grinned and rubbed her bottom again.
"Yes, Sir. I think I should." Her fantasies were back. She imagined her panties coming down while she lay across his lap.
Ralph finally decided that the two-litre bag with its loop for hanging it up and the rubber tubing would be best for the end he had in mind, and making the purchase at last, headed for home with his acquisitions. A ginger root, and an apparatus capable of colonic irrigation.
Home at last, he completed the arrangements in The Woodshed.
Consulting the multi-volume 'Home Health Handbook' he had purchased through a book club in a moment of weakness, he looked up' Enema' in the index and among other bits of information and advice read, 'The best position in which to receive an enema is head down and bottom up!' That sounded good, just like a spanking! The same position would obviously do for both. In The Woodshed Ralph installed a hook on the wall just above and to the right of the armless chair. The loop on his new apparatus fitted the hook perfectly. He nodded approval at the spring-loaded clip on the tubing which prevented the liquid in the bag from escaping until the device was released. Not exactly what Dr. Kellogg had in his impressive clinic, but this, after all, was a Woodshed.
Next he went to work on the ginger root, shaping it into a slender rounded finger, with a thicker 'plug' at one end. This would be placed on the table beside the chair in easy reach when the time came. Satisfied with his handiwork, interior decorating skills, recent purchases, and the state of this revitalized outbuilding, Ralph returned to his house across the yard, where he waited anxiously for Rebecca to arrive.
It was not long before his spanking play partner drove up and parked her minivan in front of the house. Ralph met her at the door with a big grin, and took her to his study where, after a warm hug of greeting, they enjoyed a drink together, chatting happily about their favourite topic, spankings, and recent activity on the Discussion Board they both visited regularly.
There was some mention of the strange thread about 'figging,' and Rebecca admitted to being curious about the topics introduced there, so different from the usual descriptions of spankings, canings, strappings and such related activities. While this was all new to her, she admitted that she might be willing, some day, to explore these things a little to satisfy her inquiring mind. Ginger root, clysters and enemas, to say nothing of colonic irrigation presented a new dimension in the nether regions of the anatomy.
Ralph agreed that he was a bit curious, too, then shifted the topic to more familiar ground as he regaled Rebecca with tales of childhood and trips to the Woodshed, which could be seen through the window of the study, just across the yard. He described the big difference between the 'swift justice' spankings that used to occur on the spur of the moment at the instant of transgression, and the more formal and planned sessions in the Woodshed. In a flurry of activity he and his sisters would find themselves over a parental knee, pants pulled down and a couple of dozen stinging spanks applied, usually by hand but occasionally with a hairbrush or similar object if one were handy. It was all over in a couple of minutes or less, when a tearful Ralph or his sister would find themselves rearranging the displaced clothing and rubbing their sore bottoms. When the misdemeanour was serious, however, a trip to the woodshed would be announced, and the time of the spanking made clear. There was always at least an hour between sentence and pants down, and often more. Just before bedtime was a favourite family punishment time, and on occasion if there were guests in the house, spankings could be delayed for a day or even more, in order to avoid public embarrassment, but the anticipation was agonizing as the tingling in the bottom cheeks and butterflies in the tummy continued inexorably until the first smack on the bared behind brought the matter to reality.
Rebecca learned that the actual means of administering the spanking was always decided by the parent involved at the time of action. The miscreant was led to the back door, and from there across the yard to the Woodshed. As they passed through the back kitchen portal, the recipient would watch with apprehension for the first sign of what was to come. Beside the door on a hook hung the heavy razor strop that had been retired with the advent of the safety razor from its sartorial duties, but still served admirably as an implement for warming a naughty bottom. Beside it hung a large wooden-backed hairbrush, suspended from a nail which conveniently penetrated a hole in the handle of the brush. There was always relief if Mum or Dad did not select one of these as they made their progress to the Woodshed.
Of course full cooperation was demanded in the Woodshed, and if it was not forthcoming, a variety of switches, canes and harness leather was available. The sight of these items usually inspired Ralph and his sisters to prepare themselves quickly and get into the expected over the lap position for their spankings.
Rebecca was intrigued by the tales of bygone times. The reminisences had her excited about the play time to come. Especially so since Ralph promised her that this evening she would experience a trip to the Woodshed herself.
On the bottom shelf of a book case in the study she saw a set of binders with the title, 'Home Health Handbook' on the spines. One volume of the set was lying on Ralph's desk. There was a penknife on the desk near the book, and what looked like wood shavings beside it.
Rebecca caught a vague whiff of the familiar scent of ginger.