DISCLAIMER: The following story if fictional group of random thought particles from the recesses of my mind. Produced in the height of a viral attack on my body which is generally referred to as a cold there is no intentional similarities between the characters in the stories and real (or so they thing) persons, of the past, currently alive, or yet to be born. So I make sole claim on these electrons, though they can be cloned freely as long as the message remains intact, and no attempt to uses it to gain the favour of the minor deity known as money. The random stream of semi-conscience though contains a depiction of a child being spanked as a form of punishment, as during of which the fore mentioned minor receives an enema. If such things offends carefully cultured sensibilities, or you have yet reached the rank of major in what you think is society, then please recycle these electrons to save bandwidth sooner than possible.
—Rogue (whose existence has yet to be disproved)
P.S. apologies to Bill
The Cauldron (F/g, nc, enema)
The kitchen door flies open and in storms the mud covered Sophie. She sends her school bag flying down the hallway, with the pronouncement of "Billy Badgers will pay!" She flings the pantry open before grabbing an arm full of items. Sophie deposits the items down on the counter next to the stove and grabs the big Pot and places it on the element. Pauses for a second then drags a chair to in front of the stove to stand on, and turns on the gas element.
It's a midnight, on the wind sweep moor, the new moon at its zenith, Time to begin. She takes a deep breath then chants:
"Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first I' the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble."
.oO(Billy Badgers will rue what he did,)Oo. Sophie consoles herself, .oO(He is gonna wish he never shoved me down that bank!)Oo.
"Fillet of fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble."
.oO(I Though he liked me! We were having fun, and then he catches sight of his friends come our way and wham! I'm tumbling down that muddy bank)Oo. Sophie grumbles to herself.
"Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, may and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blasphemi...."
"SOPHIE!!" with that shrill cry Sophie was back in the kitchen as her mother drops the grocery bags and whisks her off the chair and away form the stove. "What you doing playing with the stove? You know better!" then holding her daughter at arms length by the shoulders, "Look at you, you've covered yourself and your uniform with mud form head to toe. Young Lady go to the bathroom and put those dirty clothes in the hamper, and wait for me there." Sophie is turned to face the hallway and sent on her way with a smack on her bottom. Her mother then turns to turn off the element.
Sophie hurries down the hall not needing further incentive not to dawdle. She shucks off the mud covered uniform, depositing them in the hamper. Sophie sits down on the lid of the toilet in her under garments listening to her mother in the kitchen, probably putting away the shopping that she vaguely saw dropped by the front door, and wondering to herself .oO(Oh man, oh man! I'm in trouble, not that that smack hurt... to much... But just how much trouble am I in, I'm not sure. Mommy can't be that mad over mud? It wasn't my fault... or was she more mad at my cauldron... Yes that right she has told me not touch the stove without her permission and stuff. Uh no, here she comes now..)Oo.
Her Mother opens the door to the bathroom carrying in her other hand one of the old fashion wooden hairbrushes. The type designed for two purposes, and Sophie wasn't kidding herself which one her mommy had in mind from the glance she got her mommy's face before finding her toenails suddenly very interesting.
Her mother puts the hairbrush down on the edge of the sink and starts drawing a bath. "First, Sophie Margaret Wittica, we will get you cleaned up, then we will deal with you playing with the stove." She then turn and got something out of the cupboard under the sink and filled it with warm water and let rest in the sink, exactly what it was Sophie couldn't see. "Right lift you arms." when Sophie complied her mother removed the singlet which then join the rest of the clothes in the hamper, then she grabs the waist line of Sophie's panties and brings them down. "Step out of them please Sophie, good." She then checks the bath and judges it to be ready, "Ok climb in, darling." While she gives Sophie a bath she asks, "Do you mind telling me how you came to be in such a state young lady?"
"Two words mommy Billy Badgers"
"Oh?"
"He pushed me down a bank Mommy, For no reason Mommy, it wasn't my fault, honest"
"Billy again huh?"
"Yes Mommy, umm you're not mad about my uniform being all muddy?"
"I'm not happy about it Darling, but I'm not mad about it either. Playing with the stove I am mad about though. You could have accidentally cause a fire, or worse burnt yourself. That's why I have told you before not to go play near it. And what else did I say would happen if you did?"
"I..I.. would be punished?"
"And how did I say you would be punished?"
"I would be spanked," Sophie replies with a frown.
"Any particular type of spanking?"
"A control spanking."
"That's right, now lets finish up."
When the bath was finished, Sophie's Mom had two towels out and laid one out on the floor in front of the bath and helps Sophie out of the bath and on to it before sitting down on the toilet and laying the other town across her lap. Then sge reaches into the sink and pulls out an Enema kit. As she hangs it on the shower curtain rail she asks "You remember how a control spanking works?"
"Yes mommy, I'm have to hold the enema in till you have done spanking and tell me I can go, else we begin again."
"That's right, how let's get you across my lap"
With that she helps guide her still wet daughter across her lap and then adjusts her into position. With her index and middle finger she parts Sophie buttocks befor inserting the nozzle with her other hand. Once in place she picks up the hairbrush, before opening the hose valve, letting the now luke-warm water flow into Sophie. She then with no nonsense starts to bring the hairbrush down with reasonable force onto Sophie's upturn posterior, concentrating on the lower buttocks, sitspots, and upper thighs. *SMACK SMACK SMACK* "Young *SMACK* lady *SMACK* you *SMACK* need *SMACK* to *SMACK* learn *SMACK* to *SMACK* control *SMACK* yourself *SMACK SMACK SMACK*"
Sophie doesn't waste any energy trying to hold back the tears or the wails. Saving her energy for concentrating on keeping the nozzle in her, remembering that the lost of dignity is preferable to starting again.
"You *SMACK* need *SMACK* to *SMACK* follow *SMACK* the *SMACK* rules *SMACK* especially *SMACK* the *SMACK* rules *SMACK* that *SMACK* are SMACK* there *SMACK* to *SMACK* keep * SMACK* you *SMACK* safe *SMACK SMACK SMACK*"
"I will, Owww, Mommy. *gasp* I promise, whaaaaahhhaaa"
Her mother ignores her pleases as Sophie knows she will, and continue the barrage of smacks until the bag empties. She then removes the nozzle be continuing to spank. This time on the parts of Sophie's bottom she had ignored as not to interfere with the hose. When she satisfied with the colour match between the spanked areas she stops. Lifting Sophie to her feet, she stands up and lifts the lid to the toilet, and steps to the side. "Ok Darling, you can go now."
Sophie rushes to deposit herself on the toilet and ignores the sharp pain of her tenderized back for the relief of expelling the water. Still sobbing she finished expelling; her mother helps her stand and gently cleans her up, and flushes. Closing the lid and sitting back do she pick Sophie up and cradles her on her lap while she finishes crying, "There now, it is over, and I'm proud of you for holding it in till the end this time darling. You have done well."
Once Sophie has settled down and is ready, her mother finished the post bath routine of using the brush on her hair, and well as trimming Sophie's nails.
