Patty reports to the bathroom as ordered by Edna. She's got goose bumps, partly from being cold and naked, partly from anticipation. She doesn't HAVE to do this. She is an independent 26 year old adult. Edna has no control over Patty, except for the control Patty has given of her own free will. She can't actually speak the words "I like to be humiliated," but she knows it's true.
Patty enters the bathroom. Edna is hanging the red rubber bag from the shower curtain rod. Soap suds drip from the open top. Edna, stern and expressionless, as always, merely points to the floor. "Hands and knees my dear." Edna shows no sign of enjoying or disdaining the situation. However, she must like it. Edna is the one who decides the enema schedule. Edna is the one who times the enemas and watches Patty squirm. Patty waits on all fours. She feels a lubricated finger push against her bung-hole. Before she can react, SWAT, Edna's hand comes down on Patty's rump. "OPEN YOUR ASSHOLE!" Patty makes herself relax. The finger slides in wiggles and pumps in and out. Just as abruptly as it went in, the finger is removed. Edna wipes her hands, then in one swift motion pushes the nozzle into Patty's filth hole.
Not a word of warning proceeds the opening of the clamp and the flow of the water. Sometimes Edna waits. She chats with Patty in the same tone as if they were at the dinner table. Sometimes Edna calls Patty every filthy degrading name in the book and paddles her. Sometimes, like today, the water just starts to flow.
It only takes Patty a few seconds to feel the water. The soap makes it burn so much that it actually feels cold for a second. The bag is high, and the water runs fast. Edna is not one to waste time! "Oh God! The first cramps!" thinks Patty. There is no point in asking Edna to clamp the hose. She doesn't believe in showing such compassion. "Jesus, she must have used a lot of soap."
The good news is the first cramp, low in Patty's abdomen is subsiding. The bad news is that it is immediately replaced by another one higher up. Patty gasps and pants. She is sweating now. She turns her head and looks up at Edna. "Please Ma'am, It's really bad."
Edna, calm and serene, is unmoved. She looks at the bag. It's still 2/3 full. "You've got a long way to go."
Patty's whole belly is laced with cramps. It's as if she is burning from the inside out. She continues to pant in short, shallow breaths.
"Half way," Edna announces. She reaches under her subbie's belly, massages it briefly, then slaps with an upward motion. Patty gasps, but does not complain out loud.
The water continues to flow. Patty's cramps get worse. Edna strikes up a conversation. "Nothing good on TV tonight. Maybe we'll play cards?"
"Yes Ma'am, that would be good." Patty feels the first teardrop fall from her eye and roll down her nose.
"Remind me to pick up some frozen peas."
"Yes, Ma'am." (Doesn't she realise I'm not really worried about shopping lists right now?) "Ooh! Bad cramp!...Bad cramp!...Bad cramp!..."
SWAT! on Patty's ass. "Quiet! tramp. No one cares"
"Yes Ma'am. I'm sorry!"