Never again will I break my new Spring Rules – 2024 of always keeping my ass available or to inform Milord if it is not. I have a bad habit of allowing myself to become constipated by not drinking enough water and “holding it” for a more convenient time. I did this for two days in a row and, naturally, on the third day, Milord desired my ass. However, he discovered my issue when he began to insert lube. Below follows his correction of my error.

First, he spanked me. Hard. Once that was completed, he had me stand in the shower while he administered a soapy enema followed by elimination followed by two more cool water enemas and elimination.

After this humiliating if needed treatment, I hoped he would proceed with the fun. Milord, however, was quite thorough.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

I did so.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked.

I stared at the thing and answered, “No, Milord. Some type of enema nozzle, though.”

“It’s a retention nozzle, Sophia. Head on the floor, ass up.”

I obeyed. He inserted the nozzle and I felt a slow stream of water begin to enter my body.

“I’m going to administer a large enema. The entire bucket, actually.” I moaned. “Then, I will inflate the ring around the nozzle which will prevent the contents of your bowels from eliminating. You will retain this enema for quite some time, during which I will administer another spanking and when your ass iss good and tanned, you, my love, will worship my cock until I come.”

“But, Milord. . .” I began. I already felt my belly swell with all the fluid that had entered my intestines.

He slapped my ass.

“Unless you use your safeword, I will tolerate no complaints. This procedure is perfectly safe.”

And so, while still in position with my ass raised, Milord administered and additional fifty swats with his leather gloved hand. Once he finished, I stood up on my knees and attended to his cock. I began with his balls, licking and kissing them, then licked my way up to his crown, lapping up his precum. I kept my eyes trained upward, on him, as I sucked his cock down into my throat, gagging myself, over and over again, always keeping his balls in the palm of my hand. My knees and jaw ached and I was near orgasm myself when I felt his balls tighten.

Silently, I begged him to come in my mouth. I needed him to come in my mouth. My belly was cramping and I desperately wanted to evacuate my bowels, but all I could focus on was him. Bless his dominant soul, he granted me what I wanted. His hot, sweet cream shot against the back of my throat and I greedily swallowed.

“Good girl,” he commended then looked at the clock. “You have about twenty minutes left. Lie on your side on the floor and rest. I’ll be back when it’s time to release that nozzle.”

I whimpered, but did as he said. Now, with him out of the room, though, all I could feel or think about was what was going on inside of my body. The cramping, the pressure against the nozzle, the humiliation of knowing he would again watch as I evacuated the contents of my bowels. Nonetheless, I also knew if he had shown me any mercy or punished me in a less intrusive way that I would not learn my lesson as well as I would now. I DID need to remember to drink water. I DID need to ‘go’ when I needed to go, not when it was convenient. Before I realized it, he was back.

“Come on,” he said as he helped me stand. “Hover over the toilet while I release this nozzle.”

I wanted to die of humiliation when I felt the flood rush out of me and heard the ignoble splashing. He allowed me to sit, then, and have a bit of privacy. He left the bathroom, but left the door open.

“Forty-five minutes, Sophia. You’ll stay there for forty five minutes to make sure everything is out of you. here’s the timer. When it goes off, You will shower, insert a generous amount of lubrication into that clean back passage, and go lie on the bed, face down, ass up on two pillows,” he ordered. “Oh, and just how many days did you neglect drinking the water again?”

“Two,” I murmured.

“Ah. So you have one more treatment then, don’t you. I’ll give you a break tomorrow, but the next day, we’re going to repeat everything we did today. Agreed?”

I could have disagreed. I could have used my safeword. “Agreed, Milord.”

He smiled at me, kissed me deeply, and said, “I love you so much, Soph.”

And suddenly, all was right in my world.