Bobby's Awakening

Author: Arnold L.

It was early Sunday evening, and Bobby was playing in the yard, bouncing his basketball and shooting it at the old hoop on the garage. He was missing more shots than he made, but he didn't care, he was just passing the time. Suddenly, from the back door, his brother Michael called to him: "Bobby, mom want's you to come inside now." His heart sank, as Sunday was "enema night" in their house. Bobby had just recently been initiated into the fraternity of enema-receivers, and still didn't like the procedure. The last time, he was so recalcitrant, he was given a good spanking with his mother's wooden hairbrush, and then still got a good, soapy enema to boot! As he didn't want a repeat of the spanking (he could still remember how his little boycheeks stung and burned!), he put the ball away, and slowly walked into the house.

" Bobby, Mom says to get up here NOW!", his brother shouted from the top of the stairs.

"I'm coming, Mike, stop yelling!"

Bobby walked up the stairs slowly, as if being condemned to the gallows, and entered the bathroom. The red infant syringe and jar of Vaseline were next to a sinkful of steaming water, which was piled high with soapsuds, and which still contained a floating bar of Ivory soap. His brother was already butt-naked, and face-down over his mother's lap. Bobby kind of liked his brother. He was a pain, as only an older brother can be, but he still had a warm place in his heart for him. It was intriguing to see him in such a position. He had witnessed Michael in the same position last week quite by accident, when he had burst into the room to use the toilet himself. It took a moment to register the scene, then he just stood and gawked at the sight of Mike's bare butt, with the red bulb protruding from between the cheeks. After he finished on the toilet, Mike was on the floor, holding his enema, and Bobby was told to remove his pants, and get over his mother's lap. He didn't like the procedure, and made his feelings known; however, this had no effect on his mom. The boys both received another enema the following Sunday, that was when he was spanked.

"Just take your pants and underwear off, and wait like a good boy until I'm done with your brother", his mother told him. "I hope we don't have any more arguing today."

"No, Mommy, I'll be good."

Bobby watched as his mother grasped the syringe in her right hand. She squeezed it, and stuck the black tube into the soapy water. When it stopped filling, she pointed it back up, squeezed it until water came out, then put it back into the water, and let it finish filling. She pried Mike's butt cheeks apart with her left hand, and pushed the tube in all the way, so that the yellow ring at the top of the rubber was pressed against Mike's hole. She then squeezed it empty, and pulled it out. She repeated this nine more times, then asked Michael how he felt.

"I think I can take a few more, Mom", he replied, whereupon she refilled it, and once again pumped it into his butt. She did it twice more, them Mike told her that he was full. He got off her lap, and layed down on the bathroom rug on his back, knees in the air.

"Okay, Bobby, Let's take care of you now."

Bobby placed himself over her lap. He really didn't want this, but he didn't want a spanking more! Boy, his butt stung for HOURS the last time, and he had trouble sitting the next day in school. The teacher asked him twice if he had to use the lavatory when she saw him fidgeting at his desk. Mom greased his butthole with Vaseline, pried his cheeks open, and inserted the tube. He felt the ring press against his hole, and she then emptied it into him in one long stream. She removed it, and repeated the sequence. Suddenly, he felt a warm sensation flow through his groin, and into his tummy.

"OOOOOOOOO", he moaned.

"Are you all right, Bobby?", his mother asked him.

"Oh, yeah, mom, it just felt strange."

"Well, we've got more to go, so just relax."

She continued to insert the syringe, and pump him full of soapsuds. As he filled, he realized that this wasn't really all that bad, just embarassing. The feeling of the hot, soapy water as it stretched his rectum for a moment, then relaxed as the water went further inside him was strangely exciting! Five, six, seven syringe loads were pumped up his butt as he lay quietly.

"How are you feeling, Mike?" she asked his brother, who lay panting on the floor.

"OOOHHH, cramps, mom!", he replied.

"Just keep panting, it'll ease off. You can go to the toilet when this cramp stops."

She inserted the syringe into Bobby's ass again, and squeezed it empty in a brisk motion.

"That's eight, mommy", he told her.

"Can you take another?"

"Yes, maybe two."

"Good boy, we want this to work really good now, so if you can take more, you should!"

She quickly pumped two more loads of soapsuds up his butt, as Michael got up, and moved to the toilet. As he dropped to the seat, he erupted in a gusher of turds, and well-soiled soapy water.

"OOOHHH, that's better!" he moaned. He continued to spurt and fart, as their mother refilled the bulb once again.

"One more, Bobby, you can do it. You're a big boy, and you need a good-sized enema if it's going to do a good job."

"Okay, Mommy, but no more after that, I'm really FULL!"

She slowly inserted the syringe nozzle once more, and squeezed the contents up his ass in one slow, steady stream.

"I'm full Mommy, please, no more!"

"All right, dear, you were very good today. You took your enema like a good boy. There's no reason to make a fuss like last time, as you found out. An enema is good for you. If that bad stuff stays inside you for too long, it just makes you sick, and then you end up having to get an even BIGGER enema to clean it all out. Remember how much I told you I had to give Michael last week?"

"Yes, I sure do! I couldn't hold that much!"

"Well, you probably couldn't, but I'd have to give you more than I did today, anyway. When you get bound-up like that, it takes a lot of soapsuds to break all that stuff loose, and wash it out. Michael, how are you doing now?"

"Okay, mom, I think I'm all done."

"Well, go put your pajamas on, and go down to the living room."

Mike stood up, and Bobby noticed that Mike's "weiner" was really stiff! Mike quickly pulled his underwear and pants on, and left the bathroom.

"You can get down onto the rug, now, Bobby", his mother told him.

Bobby slowly slid off her lap, and crawled to the rug. As he lay there, he realized that HIS weiner was stiff, just like Mikey's was! He wondered what that was about, as the only time that seemed to happen was when he had to pee really bad. He didn't think he had to pee right now. "Maybe it happens when you have to poop real bad, too", he thought. As he was lying there, his mother was washing the syringe out and off, in the sink. She briskly squeezed the bulb several times, spraying air and water out, until no more water came out. She put it back into the blue box, and put the box way back on the top shelf of the cabinet.

"I wondered where that thing was kept", Bobby thought to himself. "Why does she put it all the way back there?"

"How are you doing, little man?", she asked him.

"UUUHHH, it hurts!", he moaned, as he panted frantically.

"Well, if it doesn't hurt, it doesn't work!", she told him. "Just lay quiet, don't move, and when the cramp stops, you can get on the toilet. Make sure you get it all out before you put your pants on. Get your pajamas on, and come downstairs when you're through." She turned, and walked out, and headed downstairs.

As the cramping eased, Bobby quickly moved to the toilet, and collapsed onto the seat. WHOOSH, came the explosion of poop and water from his rump. OOOOOHHHHH!, he moaned, as the flow stopped. Then he felt his tummy gurgle, and more came rocketing out. The flow came strong for a few more bursts, then tapered off. Just as he was wiping his butt, he felt another gurgle, and another blast hit the toilet bowl.

'WOW', he thought. "That REALLY cleaned me out. I hope that's all!"

A few more spurts came out, then a really big fart resounded in the bowl. He giggled at the sound, then wiped again. After putting his pants back on, he moved to the bedroom he and Michael shared. When he opened the door, he stopped in his tracks in shock. There, on his own bed, lay Michael, who was rubbing his stiff weiner frantically, and moaning loudly.

"Mikey, whatcha doing?????" Should I get Mommy?", Bobby frantically asked him.

Michael's eyes popped open in alarm, and he rolled onto his stomach in a flash.

"UUHHH, NO, Bobby, I'm okay, don't get mom, really, I'm okay!", Michael stammered.

"What were you doing? It sounded like you were hurting BAD!!!!"

"Uh, no, Bobby, look, let's get our pajamas on, and go downstairs, before mom comes up looking for us. I don't want to get spanked, and I don't think you do either!"

"But what were you doing?"

"Just rubbing my pecker, it feels really good when it gets stiff like that. PLEASE don't tell mom, okay?" He got up off the bed, and quickly pulled his pajamas on, as Bobby followed his lead.

"What does it feel like, Mikey?"

"I'll tell you some other time, Bobby, lets go downstairs now."

As the boys tramped down the stairs, Michael thought to himself, "Boy, that was close! I'd better be more careful, that could have been mommy coming in, and BOY, she would have been REALLY mad if she saw me. Bet she would have used her hairbrush on my butt worse than Bobby got last week." Strangely, the thought of getting spanked gave him a thrill, and he realized to his horror that his pecker was getting hard again! "Boy, I don't want that to happen! Mom would see it!"

When they got downstairs, their mother was sitting on the couch.

"Well, there you are. How would my good boys like some ice cream?", she asked.

"YESSSSS!", the chorused.

"Well, come on, I've got a brand-new carton of "Rocky Road", your favorite!"

As they all went into the kitchen, Bobby was thinking.

"Boy, I guess that a enema isn't all that bad, after all! Maybe Sundays will be okay. I wonder if Mikey, or me will go first next time? I kinda liked watching that thing get pushed into his butt, and knowing that soapsuds were being pumped into him every time. He seems to like it too!" I wonder how long it will be until I can take as many of those things as him? I bet it won't be too long. I'm gonna try to take more every week!"