Corbet knew he was wrong and deserved to be punished, but that didnÍt make
it any easier. He sat, for what seemed like hours, in his parents master
bedroom awaiting his fate. The rules were well known to him, but just this
once, he though they could be bent a little bit. But to his parents, coming
home two hours after curfew would not be tolerated under any circumstances.
Finally, he could hear his mother s footsteps in the hallway approaching the
door. CorbetÍs heart began to race as the door swung open and his mother
walked in the room. “LetÍs not dilly dally young man, you know what to do,”
she said.
“Yes mother,” was his only meek reply. As his mother disappeared into the
bathroom, Corbet began to remove his clothing stripping on down to his
underwear. He listened intently and with some trepidation as he heard the
sounds of his mother preparing things for his punishment in the bathroom. As
the sound of the cabinet door closing crept out into the bedroom, Corbet
heard his motherÍs voice, “Corbet, I am ready for you now!” With a lump in
his throat, Corbet entered the bathroom.
CorbetÍs stomach began to flutter when he saw the all too common instruments
of his punishment. On the counter of the sink sat the red rubber two-quart
enema bag and tubing. A large white douche nozzle was placed next to a small
jar of Vaseline along with several latex examination gloves. More ominous
was the large pitcher and new bar of Ivory soap. Corbet felt a hard tug on
his arm as his mother positioned him facing the bathroom sink standing next
to the toilet. Tears began to creep into his eyes as he watched his mother
remove the wrapper from the bar of soap and place it in the pitcher. She
then ran the hot water for several minutes, which seemed like hours to
Corbet, before filling the container letting the water splash directly on
the white floating bar.
CorbetÍs mother set the pitcher down on the counter top and opened the small
bathroom cabinet to remove a roll of toilet paper, which she set on the back
of the commode. Corbet couldnÍt look away from the pitcher as wispy trails
of soapsuds floated off the bar of Ivory and drifted through the hot water.
His mother swirled the soap in the pitcher with her finger until the water
took on milky white color. She sighed as she removed the bar of soap and set
it on the counter. It s surface was all bubbly and after sitting in the hot
water for several minutes it was clearly apparent that it softened
considerably.
Corbet sniffed as tears began to flow from the corners of his eyes as he
watched his mother pour the contents of the pitcher into the red rubber
enema bag. As bubbles flowed out of the top of the bag and dribbled down the
sides of bulging bag, she put the empty pitcher down and screwed in the
white cap, which was connected to the several feet of rubber tubing. His
mother checked to see that the clamp on the tubing was closed as she turned
and hung the enema bag from the shower curtain rod. Corbet sniffled again as
he saw her take the large douche nozzle and slid it into the tubing, which
now dangled from the bag like a snake.
Turning to Corbet, his mother said, “Now I think we are about ready young
man. Come here!” Corbet took a few steps towards the sink as he watched his
mother pick up a washcloth and wet it under hot running water. Tears flowed
down his face as he watched her pick up the slippery bar of soap and rubbed
it all over the wet washcloth, until a good lather was created. He watched
his mother fold the cloth over several times before she turned to him and
said, “Now open up!” Corbet began to plead for mercy as his mother grabbed
the hair on the back of his head and forced the soapy washcloth into his
mouth. “Mmmmpffhs,” was all that Corbet could say as the horrible taste of
the soap overwhelmed his tastebuds and tears rolled down his expanded
cheeks.
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