So when Julia got home from school, she snatched upon a plan that would let her go to the mall alone. She knew that Claire loved cookies and Julia was a fairly good cook. So she proceeded to bake some chocolate chip cookies. She made two regular cookies and substituted Ex-Lax for chips in the remaining ten cookies. When Claire got home, Julia announced that cookies had been made. Julia even reached over to the plate and took a cookie (a normal one) for herself so as not to give Claire any reason to be suspicious. Julia watched in secret satisfaction as her foster mother downed seven of the cookies. Julia felt a certain amount of jealousy as well. Claire, despite her love for sweets, remained in excellent condition. But now she would have a reason. The sweets would exit her just as quickly as they went in. Once she saw Claire head upstairs, Julia figured that she would be going to the mall alone this evening.

Unfortunately for her, Claire came downstairs soon and was ready to go. Julia couldn't understand it, but now she was stuck for it. So, inwardly fuming, Julia got into the car to go to the mall with her foster mother.

It had been an uneventful evening. Julia spied her friends, along with Lance, but hadn't drawn their attention for fear that Claire would embarrass her somehow. It was a quiet dinner at one of the food court restaurants and then more shopping for the two of them. They finally wandered into one of the many department stores and went their separate ways for a few minutes. Julia headed over towards the underwear section while Claire moved off to the men's department to find a present for her husband, Jim, who was out of town on business for the next three days.

Julia looked up from the lingerie racks to see Claire coming through the aisles towards her. She swiftly turned from the silk teddies to the cotton panties and began thumbing through the hangers to see what styles were there. Her foster mother stopped next to her and was holding onto her stomach.

"Julia," she said in a low tone, "how do you feel?"

Julia attempted to look puzzled and answered, "OK. Why?"

Julia's foster mother gave a gagging sound, but said, "I don't feel too well after that meal we had. I was wondering if you felt sick as well."

Julia shrugged, "No, but I only had the salad bar, not the rest of it like you did."

Inwardly, Julia was panicking. Had Claire ate too many of the Ex-Lax cookies? Was there any danger in that?

Suddenly Claire grabbed her stomach and doubled over. She gave a grunt and a whooshing sound filled the air along with a distinctly foul odor. Claire's face turned instantly from pretty pale to beet red and beyond. Julia let out a small giggle which earned her a murderous glare from her foster mother. A few other people around the area also smelled the odor and turned to look. The back of Claire's pants were wet and stained.

Julia heard the snickers of some of the people around them and hurried to follow Claire. Claire had run for the restrooms, but wasn't quite fast enough to escape a second doubling over and expelling. Some more people around them either turned up their noses or outright giggled.

Julia's face was as red as Claire's. Her stunt had backfired and Claire had ended up embarrassing her more than ever.

Once Claire cleaned herself as best as possible, the two left the store rather quickly and returned home. The ride home was an oppression of silence. Julia, for most of the ride home, had her head hanging out the window because of the odors still emanating from Claire's stained pants. Claire, upon parking the car in the garage, raced inside and locked herself in the upstairs bathroom for the better part of two hours. Julia heard sounds ranging from Claire's sobbing to more grunts and toilet sounds.

Julia was ashamed of herself for what she had done, but there was no way that she could ever tell Claire. For one thing, if she did, then her father would find out about it when he got home and he would take the belt to her...or worse. Claire never punished her, but her father had no such reservations. Secondly, Claire would be angry as hell and Julia was quite sure that she wouldn't be going anywhere until her father got home...maybe even not after that. Claire liked grounding.

So Julia resolved to keep this her little secret. The first thing she did was to get rid of the cookies. No sense in leaving evidence around. Next she ran upstairs and listened to music in her room like nothing at all had happened. Julia had just gotten up to change the CD when she heard a sound at her door. She turned and spied Claire standing in the doorway, red-faced and holding the discarded box of Ex-Lax. Julia's eyes widened and she stammered something, but Claire threw the empty box at her.

"Don't even fucking deny it," Claire raged.

"But..." Julia started.

"But my ass! I was standing there in the kitchen, thinking that maybe the cookies you made were bad in some way. So when I went to check them, they were gone. I figured you had the same idea and had thrown them away. So I opened the garbage and what did I find? You little bitch! What did I ever do to you? What made you do that to me?"

Julia stammered, "I'm sorry..."

Claire cut her off. "Not yet, you aren't. God damn it! Oh, you've really pissed me off this time. I tried to be nice today and take you shopping and what in the hell did I get for it. Jesus Christ, I was humiliated. Fucking humiliated for being nice."

"But..."

"Shut the hell up! I'll bet you thought it was sooooo funny. See Claire shit her pants right in the store. That's does it!"

"Please," Julia whined, "I didn't mean it!"

"I don't give a damn what you meant! You pushed it and now I'll finish it! Get your damn clothes off! Right this instant!"

Julia broke into tears and begged Claire not to make her do that.

"Get. Them. Off."

Julia sobbed and dropped her clothing, piece by piece. She was puzzled when Claire started rummaging through Julia's closet and brought out Julia's new jeans (very tight and attractive), her best blouse, and her nicest panties. Claire threw them at Julia and told her to put them on. Julia sobbed and did as she was told. She struggled into her tight jeans and zipped them up. The moment she was dressed, Claire grabbed Julia's wrist and pulled her downstairs into the living room. In the center of the room was an old kiddy-pool which, until now, had been stored in the basement. Julia had played in it a lot when she was young, but now she was too old to be in that. Now she want to the beach with her friends. But here it was, right in the middle of the living room floor. Claire tossed Julia onto the couch and told her to stay right there. Julia sobbed a bit and wondered what was going to happen. Claire had disappeared into the bathroom and there were sounds of running water and cursing. Julia was a little frightened at this point. What had she done! She felt the fear knot in her belly and she regretted ever thinking of those damn cookies.

Claire came out of the bathroom and Julia gasped in horror. In Claire's hands were the horrible looking three quart enema bag (needed once years ago when Julia's father had a small problem with bowel movements), the small douche squeeze bulb and the bamboo carnival cane. Julia screamed and begged, but Claire wasn't paying any attention.

Get your pants down and bend over the back of the couch," Claire ordered in a quiet and dreadful voice.

Julia begged Claire, "Please...I didn't mean it...I'm sorry..."

Claire had taken enough. Her hand whipped out and caught Julia across the cheek. Julia's eyes filled with tears and her begging stopped. It was the first time that Claire had ever struck her. Claire repeated her command a little more forcefully with her hand drawn back for another slap. Julia's hands flew to her jeans and soon they and the panties were around her ankles and Julia's naked bottom was sticking up in the air as she leaned over the back of the couch.

Julia felt very exposed. She was frightened of what was to come. She remembered when her father had been ordered by the doctor to take the enemas once a day for a week. He didn't seem pleased by it and he was in quite a bad mood that week. Julia gasped as something BIG entered her bottom. She squealed and twisted to see. It was the douche bulb with its HUGE tip and it was being roughly worked into her.  Julia cried and begged, but suddenly Claire snapped her hand down on Julia's bare ass, quieting Julia rather quickly. Claire worked the tip all the way in and then gave a mighty squeeze.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!" Julia moaned as she felt something strange almost slithering into her. "What is it??"

Claire smacked her bottom again and told her to be quiet. Out came the tip and the bulb expanded to its normal size. Then Claire shoved it in again and gave another squeeze. This one was a more cautious squeeze and then the tip was withdrawn again.

Claire gave the bulb a shake and seemed satisfied that whatever had been in it was almost gone. Claire saw shiny drops of ...something... dripping down the nozzle. Claire reached over behind the couch to the end table and held up a bottle for Julia to see. It was Olive Oil.

"Nooooooooo!" Julia wailed.

"You'll stay in that position until I tell you to get up," Claire told her and then set down the bottle and grabbed the cane. Julia begged Claire again, but Claire paid her no attention and carefully lined up the cane against Julia's bare cheeks.

"No, Claire, please! Not on the bare!"

Claire seemed to pause and consider and then without warning, her arm drew back and snapped forward. The cane bit into Julia's bare ass with a surprising sound. Julia yelped and kicked her legs, fearful that this was going to be a `bad one' and that the first strike wasn't even Claire's hardest.

Claire also seemed to realize this and stepped back and to the side a little. She carefully aimed and drew back even more. The cane shot forward and landed with a loud crack across the center of Julia's unprotected cheeks. Julia let out a wail that tore through the house. Claire drew back again and brought the cane down across Julia's lower cheeks.

Again the wail sounded.

Carefully taking aim, Claire drew back and let a true stinger land in the juncture of Julia's buttocks and thighs. Julia squealed and bawled. Tears rolled down the girl's cheeks as her poor ass caught fire and felt like they had been cut right off her body.

SWISH!! CRACKKKK!!! Julia sobbed her heart out. This was the most horrible thing she had ever felt. SWISH!!! CRACKKKK!!! Julia kicked and bucked. That one had landed right in the same spot as the first and had really caused the skin to puff out and darken. Julia's voice found new highs as her screams and cries pierced the air.

Claire wasn't finished by half. This little brat was going to learn the lesson of her life. SWISH!!! CRACK!!!!!! SWISH!!! CRACK!!!! Julia sobbed and pleaded. Her tears flowed down her wet cheeks and plopped onto the seat of the couch. SWISH!!!! CRACK!!!! Julia's
whole body bucked with the force of that one and her legs kicked wildly.

Claire let fly another one that landed back in the juncture of thigh and buttocks. Julia's voice grew more shrill and shaky as she began choking on her sobs. Claire lined up the last two. She angled the cane downward and brought it diagonally across Claire's cheeks. The screams from Julia hit new levels as this strike criss-crossed every previous puffy welt. Claire then switched hands and did the same thing with the other side. Julia's body was wracked by sobs and her legs continued to kick long after Claire had stepped back to view the damage to the girl's bare bottom.

Dark, puffy, and very sore looking weals lined the girl's bare bottom. And, looking rather strange, was a large X where the last two strikes had landed, making some of the welts look horribly large and painful. Claire had no doubts that Julia would be standing at meals for the next day or three.

Julia's sobbing and kicking began to wind down after about fifteen minutes or so. She tried to stand, but Claire placed her hand in the center of the girl's back and told her to stay in place. Julia stayed like that for the better part of an hour. She didn't really feel any need to go to the bathroom, and she found that very strange. After all, Claire had pumped her bottom full of Olive Oil. Every so often, Julia would reach back to  try and massage her blistered bottom, but the very lightest touch brought on new waves of pain. Julia could feel a number of places where the skin had blistered up to the thickness of her thumb.

Soon Julia heard Claire again moving behind her and she suddenly felt the large tip of the water bottle enter her exposed bottom. Julia gasped at this newest intruder and then she felt the warmth of the water begin to fill her. It spread from her lower belly up through her body. She gasped at the sensations and began breathing slowly as she began to feel cramps.

"Please, Claire, I have to go."

"Quiet. You'll take every last drop of it. It's almost done."

Julia moaned and twisted as the water forced its way into her bowels. She could feel the immense pressure to release. It was horrible. Her legs shook from the effort to not get up and run for the bathroom. She was afraid that if she did just that, Claire would give her another round with the cane. And that was most certainly something she did not want to go through again.

Suddenly Claire was behind her, "Now I'm going to take this out. Keep the water in you. I mean it!"

Julia felt the tip being taken out of her. Her stomach was rebelling what was inside her, but she concentrated and held it in. When it was out, Claire told her to stand up and get dressed.

"But I have to go..."

"Get dressed! Now!"

Almost in tears again, Julia slowly and painfully pulled on her panties. Now she knew why Claire had chosen those jeans. As she wiggled, fresh sobs escaped from her as her jeans slid over her freshly blistered ass. She bawled, but struggled into those jeans. When she had them snapped and zipped, she turned and asked for Claire's permission to go to the bathroom.

"No. Stand in the center of that wading pool. I don't want any accidents while I am lecturing you."

Julia whined and pleaded, but Claire just grabbed her by the ear and forced her to stand in the center of the wading pool."

"Now you listen to me," Claire began but was interrupted by the doorbell. "Stay right there. Don't you move or your ass will get it again!"

Claire moved over to the front door and opened it. Outside stood Rachel, Anna, and Karen, all of Julia's closest friends. They asked if Julia could go with them to the mall. Claire told them no, because Julia had just had her bare butt spanked. Julia almost died. It was almost enough to make her forget how badly she needed to get to the bathroom...almost. Julia felt huge cramps and desperately needed to run to the toilet, but she stayed where she was. Her red bottom now had company because Julia's face was just as red. Claire invited all three girls in to see how "naughty girls get punished." Of course, as much as the girls liked Julia, there was almost an irrepressible urge to witness someone else's misfortune, so the three girls trooped in to the living room where Julia stood in the middle of her wading pool, dancing from one foot to the other in an effort to keep holding in the enema. The three girls just stared for a moment, taking in the scene. Karen tried a quick greeting, but Julia was in no mood for pleasantries. Claire told the three girls to take a seat while she finished with Julia.

Claire turned to her errant step-daughter. "Now you shamed me more than I have ever thought possible. You..."

"Please, I have..."

"QUIET!!!" Claire roared, causing the other three girls to jump and flinch just as much as Julia. "You keep your mouth shut until I am finished with you or I'll take down your pants again and blister you right in front of your friends!"

Julia sobbed violently and tried to keep her mind off her need to go to the bathroom. Her stomach churned and broiled. She could feel the enema pushing to get out, but she held her place.

Claire fixed her with a glare. "Now I want you to apologize to me and I want you to..."

Julia suddenly gripped her stomach. "Noooooooooo!" she wailed and she felt the first wave of the enema let loose. She heard the gushing sound and felt a warmth spread over her already hot bottom. Claire smiled grimly as the enema had just the desired effect she wanted. Of course, she hadn't planned on Julia's friends being witnesses, but that was an added bonus after what had happened to her in the store. Julia made a gagging sound and the next rush left her. Julia felt her pants fill with the combination of warm soapy water and the oil-softened feces. Her bladder chose, at that moment, to betray her and the front of her tight jeans became just as wet as the back. The smell was awful and she could feel the warm liquids running down her thighs and dripping into the pool. Another gush spurted and she felt even more of the enema fill her pants and panties as she stood sobbing in front of her best friends. Just when it seemed as if it was over, Julia felt a horrible cramp that doubled her over and even more water and softened feces sprayed into her jeans. Her stomach continued to clench as her anal muscles forced the soapy enema from her body. Over and over, her pants and panties filled with the results of the enema. Julia sobbed and bawled for all she was worth even while grunting whenever a cramp hit her and she was forced to fill her pants again.

The three girls sat on their chairs, open-mouthed and stunned as they watched their friend continually crap her pants. They were shocked (and, if the truth were known, secretly amused) by this. But neither of the three girls were strangers to having their bottoms blistered and Karen always received a punishment enema after being spanked, although her mother always allowed her to release it into the toilet.

Julia filled her pants over and over until she gave a final grunt and felt the last of it drain into her tight jeans. Her legs shook and her face felt as hot as her bottom. She felt the warmth of the enema results cooling in her pants and she smelled the foulness of the air. It was the most horrible thing she had ever went through.

"Now take off those filthy clothes and go clean yourself up, you disgusting girl," Claire ordered.

Julia sobbed and bawled as she peeled off her soiled clothes. Her brand new jeans were now a ruined mess and they plopped wetly into the bottom of the wading pool. Julia was beyond any modesty and felt nothing as she peeled her panties off right in front of her friends and let them drop as well.

The three spectators gaped as they saw the results of the enema. Julia's backside was smeared with and stained and her panties were filled with an orange colored waste. Only Karen knew that the orange color came from the oil as it softened and broke down the fecal matter. The other girls had never seen it and were properly disgusted and horrified by what their friend had just gone through, but not one of them was willing to voice any opinion for fear that she would be the next one in the center of the pool filling her pants. The three girls gasped in unison as Julia's naked and stained bottom came into full view as she turned. All three saw the effects of the cane and they unconsciously shifted in their seats as they imagined what Julia would be feeling in the next few days.

When Julia managed to get into the privacy of the bathroom, she jumped in the shower and let the cascading water mask the loud sobs that escaped from her. The water cleansed her body of the smell and the stains, but she felt an almost euphoric feeling of being cleansed as well. It was the most horrible thing she had ever had to endure, but she knew that it was going to most definitely be a lesson that would stick with her for many many years to come.

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