A few weeks had passed since Eleanor’s memorable whipping in the master bedroom. The welts had long since faded, but the memory of that night — and the humiliating corner time that followed — still lingered in her mind.
This morning, however, a different kind of dread filled her as she woke in her own bedroom. Today was another punishment day for Eleanor’s misbehaviour of late. Her mother, Victoria, had informed her the night before with calm authority: “Tomorrow you will receive a thorough seeing to, Eleanor. Old-fashioned correction. Be ready first thing.”
Eleanor’s stomach twisted with shame as she slipped out of bed. She knew the rules. No clothing. No excuses. She padded barefoot down the hallway to her mother’s grand suite, heart pounding, and entered the master bedroom. The early morning light filtered through heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the opulent furnishings.
“Close the door,” Victoria said from the ensuite bathroom doorway. Her mother was already dressed in an elegant silk robe, looking every bit the composed matriarch. Beside her stood one of the house maids, Audrey — a discreet, mature woman in her crisp uniform — who was calmly preparing the equipment on the marble counter.
Eleanor stepped inside the luxurious ensuite, the cool tile floor chilling her bare feet. She was completely naked, arms at her sides, cheeks already burning. The large, elegant bathroom featured a deep soaking tub, a separate glass shower, and a padded leather bench positioned near the toilet. On the counter sat a large red rubber enema bag, already filled with warm soapy water, its long black tubing coiled beside it with a thick, smooth, plug-nozzle attached.
Victoria’s voice was matter-of-fact. “Hands and knees on the bench, Eleanor. Bottom up and legs apart. You will receive a full two-quart cleansing enema. Audrey will administer it while I supervise.”
Eleanor’s face flushed deep crimson as she obeyed, crawling her petite body onto the padded bench. She spread her legs, lifting her bare bottom high and arched her back.
The position left her completely exposed — pussy and tight little anus on full display. Audrey approached with the glistening nozzle, lubricated generously with clear gel. Eleanor felt the cool, slippery tip press against her puckered hole, then slowly push inside, stretching her open.
A soft whimper escaped her lips as Audrey began releasing the clamp. Warm, soapy water flooded into her bowels in a slow, relentless stream. The sensation was intense — a growing fullness, pressure, and the vulgar, intimate intrusion as her belly began to swell and cramp. Eleanor’s breathing grew ragged, her naked body trembling.
“Hold it in like a good girl,” Victoria instructed calmly, watching her daughter’s face and the slight distension of her abdomen. “This is exactly what naughty young ladies need. A proper internal cleansing to remind them of their place.”
The bag emptied completely. Maria removed the nozzle with a soft pop, leaving Eleanor’s anus twitching and oozing water. “Clench, miss,” the maid said gently but firmly. “You’ll hold it for ten minutes.”
Eleanor whimpered and sobbed openly as cramps rolled through her. The pressure built unbearably, her pussy visibly wet from the humiliating mix of shame and unwanted arousal. She felt so full, so exposed, the soapy water sloshing inside her as she struggled to hold it.
When the ten minutes were finally up, Victoria nodded. “To the toilet. Release it all.”
Eleanor hurried to the toilet on shaky legs, sitting down with a groan. In front of her mother and the maid, she released the enema. Loud, vulgar sounds filled the bathroom as the warm, soapy water gushed out of her in powerful waves, emptying her bowels completely. Her tear-streaked face burned with mortification as she pushed and released, the enema flushing her thoroughly while the two women watched.
When it was finally over, Eleanor sat there coughing on her tears, spent, and deeply humiliated.
Victoria smiled faintly. “Good. That’s the first part of your correction today. Now its time for your bath — we’re not finished yet.”
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After the deeply humiliating release of the enema, Victoria gestured toward the large soaking tub. “Into the bath, Eleanor. Audrey will wash you properly — head to toe, like the little girl you’ve been acting like.”
At twenty-three years old, Eleanor felt utterly ridiculous climbing into the warm, bubbly water smelling sweetly of lavender and baby powder. She sank down, but Audrey immediately guided her to sit up straight on the built-in seat.
“Arms up, miss,” the maid instructed calmly. She lathered a soft washcloth and began washing Eleanor thoroughly — her arms, underarms, small breasts (paying careful attention to her stiffening nipples), belly, and then between her legs. Eleanor’s face burned with shame as the soapy cloth scrubbed her smooth outer lips and the sensitive folds of her pussy.
“Lean forward, miss. Bottom up.”
Eleanor bent over the edge of the tub, presenting her ass. Audrey’s soapy fingers slid between her cheeks and gently but firmly washed her tight little asshole, circling the puckered opening and pushing inside slightly to ensure she was completely clean inside and out. Eleanor whimpered softly at the invasive, childish treatment, feeling utterly small and exposed.
“Reach back and spread your cheeks wide, miss,” Maria instructed. Sobbing quietly, Eleanor obeyed, pulling her own ass cheeks apart. Maria lathered her thoroughly, then carefully shaved Eleanor’s entire pussy mound bald with slow, deliberate strokes of the razor. She moved back to the spread bottom, shaving the sensitive skin of her butt crack and around her tight little anus until everything was perfectly smooth and hairless.
Eleanor’s tears flowed steadily as she was forced to hold herself open for the intimate shaving.
Only after she was completely bald did Audrey produce a thick, smooth dildo made entirely of gentle, all-natural soap.
The maid pressed the slippery soap cock against Eleanor’s freshly shaved pussy and pushed it inside her. Eleanor let out a choked sob as it penetrated deep. Audrey gave her several slow, deliberate cleansing thrusts, working the soap in and out of her channel. Then she removed the dildo and used her fingers to rinse inside Eleanor’s smooth pussy, plunging them in and out to wash away every trace of soap.
“Time for your bottom now,” Audrey said.
Still on her hands and knees and crying softly, Eleanor felt the soapy dildo pressed against her tight, freshly shaved anus. The maid pushed it in steadily, giving her several firm, penetrating thrusts to cleanse her inside. The vulgar sensation of the thick soap dildo sliding in and out of her asshole left the twenty-three-year-old weeping with shame and humiliation.
Audrey then withdrew it and used her fingers to rinse deep inside Eleanor’s anus, sliding them in and out thoroughly while the warm water helped flush her.
Throughout the entire bath, Eleanor remained on all fours, softly weeping as the maid finished by rinsing her newly shaved-smooth pussy, bum crack, and asshole with the handheld shower head.
Audrey finally helped her stand and wrapped her in a large fluffy towel, smoothing her hands over the silky, baby-soft hairless skin between her legs and bottom.
“There we are… all clean and smooth, just like a proper little girl for her punishment.”
Eleanor stood there crying quietly, freshly bathed, bowels emptied, completely bald in her most private places, and stripped of every bit of adult dignity.
And there was still a spanking to come….
Continued in: Eleanor’s Bare Bottom Spanking:
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