The Cleansing (F/M, M/F implied)

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The Cleansing

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I’m not sure whether Louise and I have become such close friends because we soundly spank each other when one of us needs it (or just craves it), or we spank each other to tears several times a month because we’re such close friends and are there for each other.

Last week I was in a terrible funk. No need to go into the details as to why other than to admit I was letting the stresses of my life get the best of me. Louise, of course, nailed me on my mood and declared that this was going to be both an “Arby’s weekend” and a thorough cleansing, inside and out for at least one of us. By the way, “Arby’s weekend” is a code phrase we use either in public or just as convenient shorthand for “Red Bottom.”

I got to her place promptly at 8:00 Friday night, still stressed from the week. I was so distracted by the way the track shorts she wore showed off her magnificent legs and thighs that I almost didn’t hear her when, after a brief greeting hug and swat to my butt, she got serious. “You know Frank, you’re not the only one who could use some stress release this weekend. But you’re so caught up in your own shit, there’s no way you’ll be able to give me the kind of therapy session I’ve been looking forward to all week. So don’t be surprised if your bottom gets extras. But for now, it’s time to begin your cleansing. Go take a nice, hot shower and meet me in the bedroom. Don’t even bother to get dressed after your shower.”

With that, she turned me towards the master suite and propelled me forward with a firm swat on my still clothed backside. The power of that one swat told me I was probably in trouble this weekend. But it wouldn’t be either the first or last time.

The shower did relax me to be sure. Standing there under that cascade of hot water, I allowed some of my stress to wash away. I called out to her from the shower, “Hey babe! I’m sorry I got so caught up in my own shit. But as soon as I’m out of the shower, I’ll be more than happy to give some loving attention to that gorgeous bottom of yours.”

“Yes you will Frank. But not just yet. Right now, it’s your bratty bottom that’s about to get some loving attention. Now let’s get the first part of your cleansing under way.”

When I emerged from the bathroom, the first thing I noticed was the hanging hot water bag and extra-large enema nozzle as well as the open jar of Vaseline on the bed. In spite of my growing erection, I started to back away, retreating to the bathroom, but Louise was too quick for me. Before I knew it, I was draped across those silky thighs. But instead of swats, I felt her spreading my cheeks and thrusting her Vaseline covered finger in and out of my rectum.

“Since we both know that a sound spanking can act like an emotional enema, I thought your cleansing should begin with a real enema tonight. Seems to me, young man, that there’s been a lot of crap building up inside of you in more ways than one. It’s time to let it go.”

With that, she clamped her right leg over my calves, removed her finger and quickly replaced it with the enema nozzle. Man, that sucker was big. Not as big as either the vibrators or dildos she kept threatening to “peg” me with, but big enough to get my attention to be sure. Once the nozzle was far enough up my ass, I felt warm water filling me up. At first, it felt pretty good, especially the way she kept fondling and caressing my cheeks while the bag continued to empty. But after a few minutes, things began to get uncomfortable as I wondered how much more water I could take in before exploding.

“I know this might be a bit uncomfortable for you Frank,” Louise said as I thought to myself A BIT uncomfortable? “But we need to really clean you out. Think about how all the junk in your colon is just the physical embodiment of all the crap in your head that’s contributed to this stress. You need to feel it really intensely so that, when it’s time for you to expel, you’ll better appreciate how good it feels to rid yourself of all that shit.” Typical Louise, getting all metaphysical on me like that. But, even with the modest knowledge I have on mind-body connections, I also knew there was something to what she was saying.

After about ten hours of having that blessed enema tube up my ass (OK, it was really more like 10 minutes, but it sure as hell felt a lot longer), she slid the tube out of my ass and gave me a friendly swat, as if I needed any more encouragement to high tail it to the toilet. Just in time, too! That stuff just flooded out of me in about three seconds. Good thing I stayed on the toilet, because a few minutes later, I felt another evacuation coming. I have to admit, I felt much better after that enema. So much so, that at first I didn’t notice Louise stripping down herself, much less the toothbrush she picked up as she led me back to the shower after watching me wipe myself clean.

She pushed me against the far shower wall with my back to the shower head and directed me to spread my legs and grab my knees. With that, she used that toothbrush to thoroughly scrub the valley between my cheeks, paying special attention to my rectum. Every time I tried to straighten up, she gave my wet behind a sold whack with her bath brush until I finally surrendered and let her complete her task. She rewarded my cooperation by continuing to scrub my butt hole with one hand, while masturbating me with the other.

As soon as I climaxed, she turned off the water and proclaimed me ready for the first spanking of the evening. “Yep. You’ve got so much bottled up inside of you that you’re going to need several spankings this weekend to give you the level of release you need. I just hope you bring a nice fluffy pillow to the office on Monday.”

Using my now flaccid penis as a handle, she led me out of the shower, laid a couple of towels on the bed (we were both still soaking wet) and turned me back over her lap for a lengthy hand spanking. Louise believes in the value of spankings having a cumulative effect. Her method is to land about a half dozen scorchers on my backside, then swats of moderate intensity for a solid 20-30 minutes. At first, it feels kind of nice. But after about 10 minutes, the growing tenderness and sensitivity of my bottom is such that even those moderate swats fan the flames of my reddening flanks. By the time the hand spanking phase of my time over her lap ends, I’m wriggling and flopping over her lap, both tightly clutching and biting a pillow from the bed and dreading what’s about to come.

You see, I’ve been through this routine often enough with Louise, that I know damn well, once she has hand spanked me to the verge of tears, as far as she’s concerned, I’ve been properly warmed up and it’s time for the real spanking – the one with the brush. It’s a deceptively light looking short handled bath brush. You’ve probably seen them in any number of stores. It’s a wooden beast, just a bit larger than a hairbrush, about a half inch thick and the head itself cocked off to about a 20 degree angle. We both refer to it as the Heavy Artillery, because the sting it instills is so deep, coarse and intense.

Louise is a very intuitive spanker. She knows just what to say and how to pace her spankings for maximum effect. Tonight was no different. She’d deliver a dozen stingers all over my butt, then pause, rub my cheeks and remind me of how harmful it is to me to keep things bottled up. Then another dozen stingers laid on with a good 10-15 seconds between each swat so I can really feel each one. Even though I know she could spank a lot harder if she wanted to, considering how tender my behind already was from the hand spanking, I was quickly writing in agony. But she wanted more than just an aching backside for me. She wanted my total surrender.

And so, before the next round of brush attacks, instead of rubbing my red cheeks, she first massaged them and then kneaded out the knots that my gluteal muscles had formed in futile self-defense. She spread my legs wide and scraped her finger nails all over my tender chubs, making sure she gave plenty of attention to my sit spot and between my cheeks, even teasingly tickling the backs of my balls in the process.

While I was enjoying the respite, I also dreaded what I knew would shortly follow. When Louise is determined to have me shed real tears, she spanks as long as it takes to get me to that place. When I felt her right leg sliding out from under me and wrapping itself across my calves again, I knew it was time for the main course.

That brush bit into my butt like a shit load of quarter inch nails digging deep into my flesh. No skin was broken, of course. But it didn’t matter. The dam was about to burst and Louise kept asking me over and over to just let the pain go and give her the gift of my tears. As I pounded the mattress with my fists, I finally gave her what she asked for in the form of loud, guttural wailing. She slowed down the pace of the spanking and kept encouraging me to just let it go until she finally spanked all the fight out of me and my body went limp across her lap.

She put down the brush and just let me lie there, sobbing my eyes out as she rubbed my back and bottom. When I had calmed down enough, though still crying like a ten year old, she helped me sit up and cradled me to her chest. I hungrily suckled on her breasts as she rocked me back and forth until my tears subsided.

"Your walls are nicely down now Frank. I think you're ready for your first booster of the night," she said. I silently pleaded with her, but didn't resist as the turned me back over her lap. My bottom was so sensitive that all she needed was her hand to quickly bring me to tears. And she was right. My walls had come down so far that I easily slipped into an almost primal state of surrender, crying my eyes out while kicking my legs and pounding the mattress again with my fists. Again and again her hand landed sharply on my cheeks. Yes, the cliche is true. My butt felt like it was on fire and getting hotter. As before, she gently encouraged me to just let go and release my pain as she continued to slap away.

There was a brief respite as we both caught our respective breaths. I tried to get up off her lap, but she easily pushed me back down. "Sweetheart, we both know there's still more inside you that needs to be purged. We're peeling away the layers of the onion this weekend and this is just the start. By Sunday night, at least one of us is going to feel a lot better, even with a bottom that's likely to be tender until at least Wednesday." She handed me a bunch of tissues which I rapidly used to blow my nose and wipe my eyes. "For now though, I need you to be a brave boy while I give you this next bit of medicine to clear your system."

She tightened her grip on my waist, took a deep breath and slammed that damned bath brush on my left cheek. OK, I say she slammed it. It was probably just a medium strength swat. But my butt was so tender at that point, even a balsa wood paddle would have been sheer torture. Although she only administerd about 20 more swats with the brush, she made sure they were zingers and believe me, I let loose with the howls and screams to match. I was so in another world, that it took a while for me to realize that not only had she stopped, but that she was gently rubbing a soothing lotion all over my inflamed cheeks.

This time, Louise eased me off her lap and onto the bed where I found myself in a fetal position, quietly sobbing. She cuddled up behind me, our two naked bodies spooning and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

When I woke up an hour later, Louise had vacated the bed, but there was a note by the pillow: “Dear Mr. Howard. I’m sorry to inform you that your daughter Louise was caught sneaking into the boy’s locker room today just as they were about to take their showers. I trust you will provide this naughty young lady the firm handed lesson she so clearly deserves. Sincerely, Beverly Barlow, Principal, Eureka High.”

I slid on a pair of shorts and t-shirt and grinned as I observed Louise standing in the corner in bra and panties. It was going to be a fun weekend.