Absolutely

You return your boss's grin when she confirms she'd like you to give her an enema too and while she administers Claudia's second, you first wash your hands and then the nozzle of the second syringe (the one previously used on you). The blonde squeals and moans quite piteously, which seems a bit excessive in relation to the very manageable level of discomfort you experienced earlier. Either her bum is much more sensitive than yours or a repeat performance is significantly more unpleasant than the first.

Up close, it's clear the sachet of enema soap powder was a special order for your company. When you tear off the strip and pour the contents in, Rita makes a noise behind you as if she's going to say something, but stops. You look round, enquiringly, but she just shakes her head and mouths nothing. Shrugging, you check the mixer tap is set for the right temperature and then add water to the powder, before reattaching the nozzle. Claudia's already moaning that she can't hold it and is being ignored completely as Rita begins to strip off, treating you to the sight her assistant gets every day, now. She takes off everything, laying the removed garments upon the towel shelf above the heated rail and you're reminded just how attractive she is with her clothes off. Ricardo is a lucky man, for more reasons than one.

She takes her position beside Claudia, who's pleading to be allowed to use the lavatory and you kneel behind her with the lubricant and syringe. You admire her derrière while you push your finger into her bum and wiggle it round. The marks from the mail room paddle are still evident, along with slight shadowing from other chastisements, but overall, she's in very good condition. Claudia's welts are looking much more angry.

You maybe take slightly longer than strictly necessary to grease your boss's passage, but as a result, the syringe inserts smoothly and with only a slight moan from its recipient. You squeeze in the liquid, which makes her gasp a bit and you notice she starts to breath heavily almost at once, but as a matter of pride refuses to make a scene like the girl next to her. The girl in question is nearly screaming as you prepare the rinses and although you've not been timing things in accordance with the instructions on the packet, you think she's probably had enough and help her back to the toilet.

Rita manages to use the facilities on her own while you give the blonde youngster her second rinse. She seems to find the clear water a blessing, removing the last traces of the soapy mixture, but the insertion of the nozzle for the fourth time is certainly distressing, confusing her with contradictory sensations. Your hostess has no such ambivalence; her sigh when you fill her again is one of pure pleasure.

Like before, the rinses are emptied straight away and this time, it's your turn to check for cleanliness and you're relieved to be able to pronounce them both ready. Rita might be allowing you some leeway tonight, but telling her she's dirty is not something you would relish! You and your hostess wash the equipment and your hands while Claudia has a rest, having found the whole experience a lot more taxing than you.

While you work, Rita explains she was asked to assess the enema formulation on behalf of the company, which explains the sachets. As a result, she and Dora have both had more enemas in the past week than in several years before that.

"We found half a sachet was usually very cleansing, but not too unpleasant, whereas a full sachet is intense enough to make an acceptable punishment."

Looking at the three empty packets, you realize you and Claudia had only a half dose the first time, but Rita's enema and Claudia's second were both at full strength. No wonder the inexperienced blonde struggled so, although right now, you're more worried by the fact that you've basically tortured your hostess by using a full portion.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize…"

"It's alright, Jenna," she leans in to murmur in your ear, "I think I rather deserved it after what I've let that poor girl go through tonight." Then she turns to the poor girl. "Claudia, would you like us to do your make-up, before we go back?"

"Um…yes, thank-you, I think I wo—ah!"

The blonde turns when she speaks and apparently only now notices that her hostess is completely starkers. It takes a moment for her to recover her composure, but Rita makes no effort to cover up and so, after Claudia washes her face, the three of you head upstairs to the master bedroom, where she sits on Rita's padded stool at her dressing table and is beautified, trying not to be too self-conscious about having two naked women work on her. To be honest, you're no expert in make up, especially when it comes to very pale white girls, but you do manage to fix her hair and dress while Rita handles the balms and powders. You're a bit sad to see her breasts finally go back inside her frock where they belong, but she looks really good by the end.

Of course, there's another one of your number showing a bit more skin than she was at the start of the evening and whilst you descend the stairs, it occurs to you that she's taking a risk one of the men will come out into the hall and see her.

"Have Malc and Olly ever seen you naked?" It's not the sort of question you'd normally ask your boss, but tonight has been anything but normal.

"Well, Dora and I tend to get into trouble together quite often, so Malc's seen me naked many times, but Olly only once, when I was doing corner time last Christmas."

You reach the bottom of the stairs. The bathroom (and Rita's clothes) are to the left, the dining room to the right.