Chapter TenNever having had an erotic enema, I was unsure as to the proper social amenities connected with it. So I jumped in the shower to make certain my body was completely free of the detritus of the cleaning out my bottom hole had just experienced. A quick check in the mirror showed me looking up to par, if par includes a strikingly red pair of buttocks from my Daddy’s thoughtful agitation of my bowels. In fact, it was beginning to seem (and has turned out to be) that his penchant for inflicting painful attention to that part of my anatomy meant that its days of ivory whiteness were a thing of the past. And I must say as a lifestyle submissive who masquerades as a high tech CEO that the fact that every time I sit I get a reminder of my most recent spanking imbues my life with an eroti
