Punishment Ch. 02

She was finishing up the laundry when she heard his car pull into the driveway. She was getting tired of him having to work on Saturdays and could remember the time last month when she had punished him for neglecting her. A smile crossed her face, just remembering how she had him spread eagled on the bed and restrained while she massaged and teased his asshole. She hadn't mentioned their escapades since that night and neither had he. She wanted to ask him about letting her go further a couple of times, but had stopped short, hoping he would bring it up, instead. She knew he had enjoyed it and he had even reluctantly admitted it to her.

He had been working real hard and spending a lot of time away lately and over the past couple of days had been extra grouchy. Between him being so tired and also being in a bad mood, she hadn't even approached him about sex all week, but had been waiting for the week end when they could relax and enjoy each other. He had fallen into bed each night exhausted and she didn't have the heart to demand his attentions. Today was Saturday and he didn't have to work the next day so she was not going to let him off the hook. She finished tossing the last load of laundry into the drier and headed to the front door to meet him.

She was standing there smiling at him when he opened the door, "Hey, hon, how was your day?"

He pushed past her, ignoring her puckered lips, and kissed her on the check as he dropped his briefcase and papers on the side table.

"It was a bitch of a day," he mumbled over his shoulder, as he kept going down the hall in the direction of their bedroom.

She just stood there a little stunned by his less then warm greeting. He was usually a friendly and playful mate but lately had almost ignored her and the past couple of days he had been almost rude to her on several occasions. All kinds of things flashed through her mind in a brief span.

She did a quick question and answer thing in her mind: Was he cheating on her? Lord knows their sex life over the past few weeks had been almost non-existent. Was something wrong at work? He had been under a lot of stress, lately. Had she done something to upset him? If so she couldn't think of anything. She stomped her foot mentally and decided this guessing game was not going to work, she had questions and he was the one with the answers.

She decided to beard the lion in his den, so to speak, and went to the bedroom looking for him. She saw his clothes tossed on the chair but he wasn't in sight. The door to the master bath was shut so she approached it quietly wondering what he was doing. He didn't usually shut the door and normally took his shower right before bed at night. It was only 5 p.m. and she didn't hear any water running. When she heard a low moan, she forgot all about being upset and became concerned.

"Honey," she called out, while trying the handle to the door and finding it locked. She almost panicked, rattling the door knob, and calling even louder, "Honey, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I am OK," he muttered, "can't a guy take a shit in peace around here?" and he quickly flushed the toilet to drown out any further conversation she might want to instigate.

"Sorry," she said, raising her voice to be heard over the toilet flushing.

She felt a little embarrassed to have cornered him in this way and hurriedly backed off the door after hearing the toilet flush. She didn't want him to think she was hovering but still felt concern for him. She was determined to see what was wrong and knew she had heard him moan a few minutes ago. She also knew he had something to hide besides a bowel movement because he didn't usually even shut the door, much less care if she was around when he took care of his bodily functions. They had always been very open with each other and neither seemed to be prudish about their bodies or natural functions that some people seemed to feel should be private.

She sat on the edge of the bed and waited while she heard him running water in the sink and washing his hands.

He was miserable as he washed and dried his hands and was trying to formulate answers to the questions, he knew he was going to be bombarded with when he went out the door and had to face her. He was stalling for time as his brain raced, looking for ways to get out of going to the doctor, yet knowing she would insist if she knew how miserable he was. He had suffered in silence for several days now, but he was getting to the point where he couldn't hide it any more. Good God, if he could only shit, he thought, as he straightened up to hang the towel back on the rack. Another moan escaped his lips. Damn, his stomach hurt, and he sure didn't feel like getting the third degree. Finally he shuffled to the door, trying to stay hunched over a bit to relieve the pain in his lower bowels, and unlocked it, praying she had gone to the other room.

He looked out cautiously as he swung the door back but there she was sitting on the bed with her hands folded in her lap, looking like a stern mother hen ready to run rough shod over a reluctant chick.

She met his reluctant gaze and plainly stated, "I know something is wrong. Are you going to tell me what it is or do I have to guess?"

Sighing deeply, he slowly headed to the bed, where he gingerly laid down, before answering her.

"Don't fuss at me," he started, cutting his eyes over to where she still sat, "I just feel crumby and need a bit of peace and quiet."

She knew he hated doctors and was an awful baby when he was sick, so she resigned her self to the upcoming ordeal.

"I can see and hear you are not feeling well, would you care to tell me what the problem is," she questioned.

Mentally, she was bracing herself for the worst, knowing he had been getting grumpier the last few days, not eating well, going to sleep early, and a few other things she now recalled after reflection. She had attributed this to stress, and over work, but apparently there was more to it then what she had thought.

While he was trying to formulate an answer that would make her leave him alone without her nagging him to about going to the doctors, she was still mentally ticking things off in her head: she knew he wasn't feverish, she hadn't heard him throwing up, he wasn't complaining of any pain, yet she distinctly heard him moan in the bathroom a little while ago, and he was walking a bit strange, now that she thought about it. What the hell could be wrong she wondered?

She looked him straight in the eyes and waited for him to answer.

Not meeting her eyes, he finally mumbled something about going to the bathroom.

"What," she quickly asked.

He decided to tell her, hoping she would go away and leave him alone to suffer in peace. "I can't go to the bathroom." "I haven't been able to go for three days now and I am miserable," he finished in a rush.

Oh God, she thought, he has kidney stones or worse, thinking of colon cancer or prostate cancer, or any number of awful things.

Trying to sound calm, she asked, "What do you mean, you haven't been to the bathroom in three days?"

Exasperated, he replied, "Just what I said, I haven't been to the bathroom in three days."

She rolled her eyes at him before asking, "Do you mean you can't: urinate, or have a bowel movement, or both?"

"I haven't had a shit in three days." "I usually go every morning, but damn, I am miserable and hurting." "I need to go so bad, but can't, no matter how hard I strain, and NO, I am not going to the doctors," he growled.

Relief flushed over her when she realized how simple the remedy was going to be. She almost laughed, but stopped just in time, suddenly realizing, it wasn't going to be all THAT simple after all.

Her eyes started to sparkle when she realized this could be just the situation that would allow her to take her fantasy one step further. Her mind flashed back to the night she had "punished" him for neglecting her. She had tied him face down on the bed, blindfolded him, used hot oils to massage him, and paid particular attention to his butt cheeks. Gradually she had licked and kissed his body, igniting the hot oil, till he was so turned on that he didn't complain when she stuck her tongue in his tight puckered ass. She had finally gotten brave enough to insert her middle finger and stroke his anal passage, without him screaming the house down around her.

That night she had stopped short of anything more where his well guarded ass was concerned. She had prepared herself for him and had let him take her anally, showing him how much she enjoyed it and that it wasn't the painful experience he expected. She even got a grudging confession out of him that he had enjoyed her ministrations where his precious ass was concerned.

Her fantasy was to gradually get him to allow her to use her strap on. She had purchased it in secret about two months previously and hidden it in the closet deeper then his homophobic fears. She was well on her way and now this could allow her to go one step further without spooking him, she hoped.

She put on her sympathetic face and looked at him in a serious manner. Trying not to gloat, she told him how she could cure his constipation and his pain.

"Honey, I know you are not going to like this but you have one of three choices: 1) you can roll around being miserable till you have a bowel movement on your own 2) you can go to the doctors and let them give you an enema or 3) you can let me give you one here at home."

He just groaned in response as he turned on his side and held his stomach.

She kept her voice very low and reasonable, "You know I am right, don't you," she continued to cajole.

He whimpered and looked at her ever so pitifully. "I guess you are right," he finally muttered. "I can't stand this much longer." "My body is betraying me," he whined and clutched his stomach.

She had gradually scooted up beside him and now leaned over to feel his stomach, touching it gently but firmly. "Oh, honey," she said, "you are bloated and tight, but don't worry, I am going to fix you right up."

She ignored his even louder moans as she got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. She tried to keep the smile from her face as she went about getting the enema bag out and starting the water running so that it would warm up. Soon she had the nozzle picked out and attached; the bag filled with water warm, and had added a couple of drops of liquid soap to the bag. She got out the KY jelly and applied it generously to the nozzle before setting all of her stuff on the counter.

She walked back in the room with a towel to get him ready, "Ok, honey, you need to stand up and take your briefs off and let me put this towel on the bed."

He mumbled and moaned as she helped him stand up and while he struggled a bit to remove his briefs, she placed a heavy towel on the bed.

She patted the towel, "Just lay back down the way you were on your right side, with your left leg over and kind of pulled up."

She helped him get in the desired position. Then she went back to the bathroom to get the full enema bag, the tube of KY, and remembered to get the butt plug out of her toy bag. She placed everything but the bag on the nightstand. Then remembering she didn't have a hanger in the bedroom, she took the picture down over the bed, leaned it against the wall, and hung the bag on the picture hook.

He had watched all her preparations and was dreading the treatment. He had been so constipated one time before they were married and ended up in the emergency room at the hospital. The nurse sure didn't take any pity on him and he was almost as miserable with the treatment as he was prior to going into the ER. He wondered if that experience had led to his aversion to anything anal, well that and his prostate exam at his yearly physical. He mentally shuddered, just remembering.

When he saw the size of the nozzle on the enema bag, he cringed. "God Lord, I don't remember the nozzle being that big when I had an enema at the hospital," he moaned and his eyes widened.

"Quit whining," she told him, "I use this same sized nozzle all the time and I live through it."

"Yeah, but," he started.

"No buts," she chimed in, "if it works for me, it ought to work alright for you, too," she added, "and besides, I have a special distraction technique I am going to use on you."

"Huh," he grunted, "what do you mean by that?"

He wondered if he should change his mind and try to suffer through or go to the hospital, but wasn't sure he could even walk to the car, much less drive himself without being in agony.

"Trust me," she soothed, "have I ever hurt you before?"

"Well, no, but," and he stopped, "never mind," he continued, "Just do it."

She hid her smile, got the tube of KY, and squeezed a big dollop on her finger. Taking her other hand she pulled on one of his butt cheeks a bit and started working her lubricated finger around and into his hole very slowly. Soon, she had her full finger inside of him and started working it in and out.

He squirmed a bit, not liking the idea of her invading his forbidden hole, but soon realized she wasn't hurting him a bit, in fact, it felt kind of good. He had almost forgotten how cramped his stomach was while he was concentrating on the pleasant feelings she was giving him.

She worked her finger in and out making sure his anal ring was relaxed enough to take the nozzle. After about 5 minutes of finger massage and coating his anal walls with the lubricant, she felt he was ready for the next step. She finally pulled her finger out and replaced it with the tip of the lubricated nozzle, taking her time as she eased it deeper into his bowels, until all 8 inches was inside him. Once she had it all the way in, she couldn't help but slide it in and out a few times. Finally she reached up and released the clip, letting gravity feed the water into his bowels.

Quickly she sat down beside him and reached around to massage his stomach as he started to fill with liquid, hoping to keep cramps to a minimum.

He was enjoying her slow internal massage of his anus, both with her finger and later with the nozzle. He was sure it would hurt, especially the nozzle, and was pleasantly surprised to find it not only didn't hurt, but felt good. He was even expecting the warm rush of water, but somehow it felt different then the enema he had received at the hospital. This made him feel warm and full inside but didn't hurt like the last enema he had years ago.

She kept massaging him and glanced up to check the amount of water left in the bag. She was afraid to give him to much liquid, as she knew his bowels were already over full now. She didn't want cramps to interrupt her plans. When the bag had drained about a quart, she reached up and cut the clip off, stopping the flow of water. She reached over and got the butt plug, generously adding lubricant to the tip and length. Anticipating some complaint she tried to keep it hidden while she prepared it by turning her back.

He saw what looked like a small rubber dildo in her hand when she turned back around and couldn't imagine what in the world she was going to do with it.

She heard his quick indrawn breath and saw his eyes widen in surprise and confusion. She wanted to explain before he could protest.

"Look, honey," she said quickly, "it isn't what you think it is."

"Oh, yeah," he questioned.

"Look," she started to explain, "this is a butt plug and it will keep your bowels from leaking out before the enema has time to do it's job."

He simply raised an eyebrow at her and looked at her in a dubious manner. "I don't think so," he stated, in a firm tone. But no sooner then he said it, his stomach started to rumble a bit and a cramp hit him.

"Uh ohhhhhhh" he said and started to roll towards the edge of the bed, "I need to go."

"Nope, not yet," she said, as she pushed him back down gently. "You need to let the enema work a bit or it will not cleanse your bowels good enough."

"Now, hold still and let me put this plug in you, before you make an awful, shitty mess in our bed," she added in a stern voice.

He felt another cramp hit him and his bowels really started to rumble. "Hurry up," he said, or get out of my way."

She quickly pulled his butt cheeks apart enough to start inserting the plug. Noticing a bit of resistance, she pushed it in and out a few times till the widest part slipped past his tight muscle and seated itself.

"There," she said, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"

He was feeling every bit of the liquid gurgling around in his distended stomach, and now she had shoved a dildo up his ass to keep his insides from exploding. But he had to admit, it really didn't hurt when that "thing" had been shoved in him, just a little pressure, and it did make him feel safer as far as accidents were concerned. Lord knows, nothing could seep out of his butt with that big thing in there to stop it.

"Nah, I guess not," he admitted reluctantly.

She smiled at him and let him see the sparkle in her eyes as she told him, "Roll over on your back and I will show you that special distraction technique, I was telling you about."

She noticed that when she inserted the butt plug his cock had started to quiver a bit and was already in a semi hard condition. She pushed the end of the butt plug in tight as he rolled over. She took his cock in hand and started to stroke it gently, watching it get larger with each stroke, till it was at it's full erect size.

He lay there quietly, almost afraid to move, as she stroked and fondled him. His insides were still a mass of rolling liquid, but the pleasure of her stroking, made him almost forget his discomfort. Groaning softly in pleasure, he lay back, trying to relax. He closed his eyes and let her continue to distract him. Mentally noting, she was doing a damn good job of it, too.

When she had stroked him to full erection, she leaned down and took his mushroom head into her hot, wet mouth, and let her tongue and lips work him. Slowly she teased his pee hole with her flicking tongue, she then delved into it as far as she could go, probing as if hoping to find a pearl. Then she let her teeth gently graze the underside of his bulbous head while her tongue lapped around and over the tip, finally gathering that drop of pre-cum as it eased out or his engorged shaft.

Once she had found that signaling drop, she knew he was ready, and started letting her mouth ride up and down his shaft, sucking and slurping him deeper and faster into her greedy mouth. She rode his hard cock with her mouth and tongue and increased the pace and suction in accordance with his soft moans of pleasure. She reached down and cupped his sack and balls and rolled them in her hands keeping time with her mouth as she coordinated his pleasure. When she felt his balls start to tighten in her hand and draw in closer into his body, she reached under him and pushed the butt into him as deep as it would go. She felt the first burst of his ejaculate hit the back of her throat and swallowed convulsively.

He was lost in the shear erotic pleasure she was invoking on his body. His bowels were a seething mass of hot liquids; his ass was full and stretched around a butt plug, that was holding back the damn. And her mouth was sucking the sperm up from his tight balls. When she pushed on the butt plug something broke lose in him and he started an explosive orgasm that made him almost faint from the pleasure of it all. Blood was rushing to his core, and his whole body was on fire as it over took him in a primordial scream.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, I am cumming," he screamed, as he bucked up his hips, and gasped for breath, his whole body trembling in pleasure.

She was swallowing convulsively trying to take his load, but he kept cumming, his cock swelling even more in her mouth and throbbing uncontrollably. Her throat actually hurt with the pressure of his ejaculation. His sperm was running out of the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin when she could no longer keep up with his bursts.