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Wimp's Progress - Chapter 2
Retribution was swift and very painful. Before any of his sisters could react, his mother picked up one of her discarded flats and used it on his erection, striking the head of his throbbing member and following it up with a second and third blow to the middle of his hard length of gristle. The pain was excruciating, but all the naked flesh that surrounded him was a powerful force preventing him from losing his hardness. It was Mavis who brought her knee up into his groin, flattening his testicles in the process. Poor Charles committed an unpardonable offense by vomiting onto his mother's prized area rug. In her fury she raked his chest with her fingernails and spittle flew from her lips as she retaliated for this gross display. Mavis took the opportunity to get in another kick; this time scoring a direct hit on his pain-wracked testicles. His erection by now was only a memory.
"Vengeance is mine sayeth the lord." However in this house that was the purview of Alicia. Charles found himself on his knees, his head held in an iron grip as his mother screamed at him to suck up his vomit from the rug, and be quick about it before it stained. She followed this up with orders to her girls to fetch various cleaning solutions and implements for scrubbing her prized rug so later it might be treated professionally to totally restore it to its former condition. However there was no way that Charles would be forgiven for this breach of conduct. So now she would absolutely establish her primacy over him as well as his sisters.
Once the major damage had been addressed, Alicia focused on the source of it all, her wimp of a son. He sniveled and groveled but to no avail; he was doomed. She was about to make an example of him and in front of his grinning sisters no less! Taking him by the ear she marched him from her bedroom and down to the master bathroom, his sisters trailing behind them with their eyes dancing in glee as they wondered what was in store for him there. Charles was in a world of hurt and fear. His genitals were throbbing in pain and his penis was just beginning to react to the trauma that had been inflicted upon it by his mother's attack with her flat. He shivered in dread as he heard his mother directing Edwina and Victoria to the kitchen so they could retreive some of the ingredients she wanted for the enema she was going to administer to her disobedient son.
When he was younger, Charles frequently was given enemas by his mother to keep him regular. Perhaps once every two or three weeks he'd be naked and draped over the edge of the tub while his mother, also nearly naked herself to avoid getting her clothing wet or worse, would slide the greased nozzle between his cheeks after she gave them a slap to unclench them. Then she would croon to him as the warm soapy water flowed into his bowels and began to do its work. Soon his stomach would get that full feeling and the first round of cramps would begin to torment him. He would steel himself for what was to follow, more cramps and a feeling that he was about to lose control of his roiling intestines that were saturated with the soapy solution. His mother would often caress his buttocks as the enema filled him to his limit. He remember once or twice her fingers would accidently wander over his shrunken testicles, then quickly retreat the moment he reacted.
A quick slap to his bottom would announce that relief was on the way. Then there would be that blessed moment when the plugging nozzle was slipped free of his tight anus and he could scramble from the tub edge to the toilet waiting to accept the blast of water and all those other unmentionable items that poured from him as he sat on the throne and stared at his mother's half-naked body. It was at those times that his little penis would become hard and his breathing would get sort of ragged as he watched his mother's bra reveal and then hide the tops of her big breasts. Often his eyes would stray to her panties, modest, but still tremendously exciting to a boy just approaching puberty. It was always a treat when he could spot a few pubic hairs poking from the confines of her panties that often times were now wet and revealed more of the mystery that lay beneath them.
The teen was beginning to worry about what might happen when he got an enema from his naked mother in the presence of his equally naked sisters. The thought of his fate if his penis once more betrayed him made his blood run cold. He was put over the edge of the very same tub that supported his bare body when he was a young boy. Now his sister, Mavis, pinched his buttocks playfully while his mother ran the tap to make sure she had hot water for his enema. Soon his other two siblings returned with the items Alicia had requested. She had asked for the thickest liquid detergent, the one guaranteed to remove anything from anything if given enough time. To complete their haul they brought vinegar, not just any vinegar, but Balsamic vinegar, the one with a bite to it in the right concentration, and a cup of flour to make the enema even thicker and more difficult to evacuate from his bowels. Alicia completed the recipe by adding half a cup of glycerine. This enema would be a memorable experience for Charles and one that would be used on him often, and not just by his sisters and mother either. Poor Charles,he had no idea what was in store for him over the next couple of years as he was turned into the standard against which all wimps were measured.
Before she began the enema, Alicia cautioned the girls not to get too excited and touch his genitals as he writhed in pain and begged for mercy. She waited until all had pulled on a pair of latex gloves, then the torture began. Charles let out a loud scream as the ungreased nozzle was unceremoniously poked into his anus. He was warned that another such outburst and he would be gagged with a pair of ripe panties from the nearby hamper. That threat calmed him sufficiently that he managed to stifle most of his reactions to what happened to him over the next twenty minutes that seemed to last for an eternity.
The girls could not resist taking turns pinching his bottom and the insides of his thighs. Edwina won the prize by running her gloved finger from the nozzle down through that sensitive region between his anus and scrotum, to rub its tip against his shrunken gonads bringing a wavering cry from his lips. Although she was chastised by her mother for such a violation of her rules, it was done with a twinkle in her eyes.
Charles did his best to keep his cries of pain and discomfort from overcoming him, but it took an effort of the will that at times failed him. The thick mixture slowly worked its way into every nook and cranny of his contorted intestines, making him feel as if a cement truck had just backed up and poured its load into his bowels. The cramps were unlike anything he had previously experienced. They came much more slowly and were quite intense. Gradually the pain began to bridge from one contraction of his bowels to the next, so that by the end of his ordeal he was in constant pain. However the ultimate horror was the realization that in his present position he would be fighting a losing struggle against gravity once the nozzle was no longer blocking the exit from his twisted, tormented intestines. Alicia reminded him of his precarious position by twice removing the nozzle and letting him try to relieve himself. It was not possible and he broke into a sweat.
As soon as he tottered to the toilet the girls vacated the premises, leaving their mother to supervise what followed. Charles strained and overstrained to no avail; he was unable to unblock the viscous mixture that had settled in his writhing intestines. Alicia took pity, just enough to make him understand that the more he struggled, the more difficult it would become to achieve what he so desperately wanted, relief from the dead weight that seemed to be greater than his entire body. Then she grasped his shrunken cock and began to manipulate it, stunning the youth. It made no sense for her to be violating her own rules, except since she was the one who made them, who else could be so cavalier when it came to breaking them for her own interests?
It didn't take more than a minute or so to take his mind off his problem with the enema, and onto the fact that his stark naked mother with a great set of tits for her age was getting him erect. Thoughts of them fucking like animals on her bed played across his mind and his cock began to develop serious stiffness that was not lost on his mother. Her wimp might be a little more useful if she could tame and control his cock for her own use. Her daughters were quite attractive and had no difficulty getting teenage boys to do their bidding. It would be different when they were dealing with men, who were harder to direct and required constant attention to keep them in line. Suddenly with a loud release of gas and the emission of a foul smell that was unlike anything she had been exposed to in many,many years, her son began voiding the enema. The stench was such that it drove her from the bathroom and she escaped outside and stood by the door trying to rid her lungs of the odious cloud that now hung over the bathroom like some miasma.
Alicia went back to her bedroom and once more surveyed the damage to her area rug, vowing that her son would pay and pay dearly for his transgression. When she returned to the bathroom to let Charles out, she was wearing a robe, signifying that the skin show was over as far as he was concerned. His relief over the enema was now countered by the change in his mother's attire. She dragooned her daughters into helping her clean up the bathroom as well as Charles, who was given a cold shower and no aid in drying off. By the time dinner was served, only the boy was naked, which further humiliated him. Then when he was shown his place in the corner of the kitchen, he nearly broke into tears. He was being treated as if he was a pet dog. Worse yet he was now being forced to eat from a bowl rather than a plate like everyone else. He had taken another step in the process of becoming a wimp in all aspects of his daily life.
(To be continued-rolf palsy)