Chapter Eleven
Two weeks later, after the last of my bruises had disappeared, Miss Eva said that she had arranged something special. All Friday evening, while we had dinner, she wouldn’t tell me anything about it, teasing me by saying it would be something different, and something that would stretch me. I thought that sounded ominous, but all the same I was excited. The following day, Saturday, she took me up to the bathroom after lunch. When I had stripped, she announced that she was going to give me an enema.
I knew what it was, but I’d never had one. The whole idea sounded extremely embarrassing, and distasteful, but I knew better than to protest. I watched as she filled a rubber bottle with warm, soapy water, then she made me kneel in the submissive position on the floor and carefull
