Not even for a moment

Whether it's the difficulty of clenching her raw arsehole around the flexible tube or the potential for reducing her strokes by swallowing the whole enema, you'll never know, but either way, Skylark relaxes her grip to allow the vile liquid to begin its journey to her gullet even before your rod connects with her welted tits. Unfortunately, when the inevitable impact does occur, the excruciating pain is enough to make the willowy teen scream at the top of her voice, expelling the end of the tube from her mouth in the process. Bethany immediately swoops to grab it and squeezes it between her fingers just in time to prevent any mess on the floor. You quietly congratulate her on her excellent reflexes and also her prescience, for she must have been expecting this to happen in order to react so quickly. She positively glows from the praise, whilst you turn to the rather less happy girl gracing your cellar this morning.

"Skylark," you say gravely, when she finally stops screaming, "whilst you didn't technically spill a drop, it was only due to my assistant's swift action. I think it's only fair for you to get the whipping I promised, but I will give you one more chance to swallow the enema. However, this time it will be exceedingly difficult for you to spill any. Bethany, would you mind?"

Holding the tube in one hand, your grad student finds an oversized ball gag in one of your boxes and feeds the end of the pipe through it, then works the rubbery ball past your visitor's teeth. Releasing her vice-like grip, she next uses both hands to fasten the gag in place with the strap, allowing the enema to gush unchecked into the back of Skylark's throat, where it's trapped by the pink sphere. She can no longer regulate the flow with her teeth, having to rely instead upon the strained and protesting muscles of her sphincter, which do not seem up to the task. You can see her desperately gulping, despite the burning pain the chemical cocktail must be causing the sensitive membranes of her oesophagus, but if she can't keep up, the only other way the fluid can go is out of her nose. Since you'd prefer not to have to explain to her parents how their daughter ended up drowning in enema juice, you ask Bethany to keep watch and be ready to offer assistance, if necessary, whilst you resume the tit caning.