Megan's Punishment Enema

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Megan lived close enough to college that she came home every afternoon after classes.  She went to a Jesuit school that believed in the old fashion values and rules which included having to wearing a uniform consisting of a dark pleated skirt, white socks and a white blouse.  Even underneath she had to wear traditional white panties.
Of course, if she went to a strict school, she came from a strict home.  Her parents also believed in old fashion values and she lived by their motto which was, if you live under my roof, you live under my rules.  Not that they were unfair or unreasonable, but they did believe in punishing for breaking the rules.
One day she came home from school and couldn't find her favorite t-shirt.  She wanted to wear it that evening when she went out with her friend, Carrie.  Megan looked all over her room for it and couldn't find it.  She thought maybe it was in her mother's room, accidentally mixed in with her clothes after the laundry had been done.  She knew she wasn't supposed to go through her parent's dresser, but she was getting desperate.  She went through her dresser and finally found it underneath her father's underwear.
Later she was laying on her bed, still in her school uniform, reading her history book.  Her mother had come home earlier and Megan could hear her in her room taking some new clothes out of her shopping bag.  It was a few minutes later that she poked her head into Megan's room and asked her if she had been going through her drawers.  Megan felt her heart skip a beat and she looked up from her book and lied, saying that she hadn't.
Megan knew that lying was the worst thing she could have done but she did it impulsively.  She knew that it was only going to make things worse because her mother would ask her sister about it and it would be obvious that Martha hadn't done it because she wasn't even home.  What made it even more terrifying was that it could escalate into something that would involve her father.  That was the last thing she wanted.
After about ten minutes she got off her bed and walked to her mom's room and confessed that she had gone through her dresser looking for her t-shirt.  She apologized for doing that and more so for lying.  She explained that she didn't know what came over her.
Megan's mother said she was disappointed and that she was going to have to punish her.  Megan begged her not to do that, but her mother was adamant and threatened to let her father deal with it if she didn't cooperate.  Megan said she would do whatever her mother wanted, but please leave her father out of it.
Megan's mother said she was going to have to give her a whipping for going through her things and a punishment enema for lying to her.  Megan started crying but said nothing.  Megan's mother opened one of the drawers of her dresser and took out one of her husband's leather belts.  She told Megan to lower her panties and bend over the edge of the bed.  Obediently, Megan reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees and lifted her skirt to her waist and bent over the edge of her parent's bed.  Her mother spanked her slowly and very hard about 12 times, leaving her begging for it to stop.
After her spanking, Megan's mother told her to get up and remove all her clothes and stand in the corner while she prepared her enema.
Megan's mother prepared a pitcher of warm soapy water and poured it into the red enema bag.  She attached the douche nozzle to the end of it and took her jar of Vaseline back to the bedroom.  She put the bag on a hook near the bed and told Megan to get up on her knees and down on her elbows with her knees far apart.  Her mother scolded her about lying and about going through her things.  She scooped some Vaseline out of the jar with her index finger and then inserted the greasy finger into her daughter's bottom.  Then she lubricated the nozzle and slowly inserted it into Megan's rectum.  She told her that she was going to have to hold it for ten minutes or she would get another one.  She opened the clamp and released the water, starting it and stopping it until the bag was empty.
It was hard to hold it but she did and finally the longest ten minutes of her life were over and she was allowed to get off the bed and run to the bathroom.  She barely made it before she exploded.  It took as long to empty as it took to fill but finally the ordeal was over.  She cleaned up the enema equipment and got dressed and went downstairs to help her mother get dinner ready.  All was forgiven and her father was none the wiser