Let Rita decide

"Well, you know your husband's preferences best," you say, after only a short pause to collect your thoughts, "so I'll be guided by you."

"Enemas all round, then!"

You hope Claudia will be able to cope with this frank admission that you're being primed for Ricardo's pleasure. She can't have been prepared for just how kinky, bordering on perverted, her boyfriend's family would turn out to be. You wonder whether they were always like this or it's some ripple effect from the Rulebook adjusting society so that it becomes possible for your rules to be implemented. The answer doesn't magically enter your mind, so you suppose it will remain a mystery.

The hostess gets the equipment and hands you a jar of lubricant, with the suggestion that you help each other. It's equally embarrassing to push a knob of grease into the blonde's rear passage and to spread your cheeks so she can do the same for you. She clenches at the intrusion, but you persist firmly, though gently. She seems to realize she needs to relax, but it nevertheless takes a few seconds until you're able to complete the procedure and she's still incredibly tight afterwards. You manage the reciprocal process much more easily and the two of you wash your hands at the his and hers basins in silence. After all, what is there to say, really?

Rita positions you both side by side on elbows and knees on the floor. You know this must be to increase your humiliation, but your companion is less experienced and might think all enemas are given this way. You don't complain, of course.

Claudia moans when the syringe is inserted and starts to whimper as the liquid fills her bowels. It seems to go on a bit longer than yesterday, but perhaps that's just the anticipation of going second. Nevertheless, you wouldn't have minded it taking a bit longer still, because it's your turn all too soon. The insertion is decidedly uncomfortable, but no more painful than the last enema you received. You don't make a fuss and definitely feel very full by the time it's over.

Rita checks the time on her wristwatch and sits on the lavatory while your insides roil and Claudia struggles to hold her enema in, clenching her fists with the effort.

"I'm sorry, Jenna," your boss says, suddenly. "I promised you girl talk and relaxing in front of the tee vee. Our soirées don't always turn out like this!"

"That's quite alright," you reply, somewhat breathlessly. "This is much more fun."

The girl to your left looks at you incredulously, as though uncertain whether she has gone mad or you have.

Whatever mixture is in the enema must be quite strong, because it's starting to burn slightly and make you cramp, when Claudia cries out that she can't hold it much longer.

"Just a little more," comes the reply.

The blonde's toes curl and she grimaces, screwing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth.

"I thought I might lend you and Olly my mother's old hairbrush, if you'd like. Dora and I can attest to how effective it is and it's easier to control than a cane until Olly's had some practice. What do you think?"

"Oh, thank-you, Rita, oh! Uh, that's really thoughtful, I'm sure Olly'll love it."

Her words slur together towards the end and you're confident she would agree to just about anything right now, if it meant being able to empty her bowels sooner. You're more preoccupied with the mental image of the two sisters taking it in turns to spank each other's bare bottom when they were around your and Claudia's ages. You quickly push the fantasy away; you're aroused enough as it is, without erotic daydreams.

"Good. I'll also give you some cream for your bottom afterwards. I was going to put some on now, but since you're probably getting another spanking tonight, my nephew can do it later."

"Thank-you, Rita. That's very generous. Ahhh, ughh."

"Alright, time."

Claudia struggles to rise and Rita lifts the toilet seat cover, before helping her into place—and none too soon, because she immediately and loudly evacuates her bowels, letting out an unrestrained sigh of relief, any pain from the contact of her caned cheeks with the seat eclipsed by the comfort of finally expelling the enema. Fortunately, she soon realizes you're still waiting and wipes quickly before flushing and getting out of the way.

"Kneel down again, so that I can rinse you," your hostess instructs while you take your place on the lavatory. You manage a more controlled release, while Claudia returns compliantly to her former position with a groan to receive a second syringe, this time of clear water. She yelps when it's inserted, the lubricant from earlier having begun to wear off, but it seems much less uncomfortable than the soapy solution and when it's your turn you confirm this.

Rita doesn't make you wait as long this time. As soon as she's finished filling you up, she helps Claudia back to the toilet, but this is where things go a bit wrong for the young girl.

"Oh dear," the boss exclaims, inspecting the water when Claudia turns to flush. "It looks like you need a bit more soap, there."

Obviously, this is the last thing she wants to hear, but having agreed to the enema in the first place, probably feels unable to decline now, so while you empty yourself for the second time, she gets back on elbows and knees and Rita prepares another soap-filled bag. From your seat, you can watch what she's doing and see that she's using a sachet of prepacked enema powder. The logo on the paper suggests that she snaffled it from work, which would surely be risky for her bottom, as well as her reputation, although you have no intention of calling her out on it.

She glances in the bowl between your thighs as she works and pronounces you squeaky clean, although you're actually quite proud of yourself for not squeaking. You're about to offer to start cleaning the apparatus while she administers the second round of enemas, when a deliciously wicked idea occurs to you. She did say enemas all round…

"Would you like me to do you now, Rita?"

You arrange your features into as innocent an expression as you can manage as your boss's head snaps round to look at you, her mouth, initially open in shock, curling into a knowing (and quite endearing) grin.