Submission of Lucas

A Humiliating Morning

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on Adam as he sat at the table, sipping his coffee and flipping through the pages of the newspaper. Lucas, his submissive flat mate, entered the room, his footsteps soft and hesitant. He had barely slept, his mind still reeling from the previous night's intense spanking session.

     "Good morning, Adam," Lucas greeted, his voice meek. "Can I make you some breakfast?"

     Adam lowered the newspaper, his dark eyes fixing Lucas with an intense gaze. "I think you should make something for yourself today, Lucas. What's your choice?"

     Lucas's heart sank. He had hoped for a quiet morning to recover from the night's events, but he knew better than to argue with Adam. "I... I don't really feel like eating, to be honest."

     "Why not?" Adam's tone was sharp, demanding an explanation. Lucas shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting away. "My stomach feels a bit... full, I guess."

     Adam set down his coffee mug and stared at Lucas, his expression unreadable. After a tense moment, he spoke, his voice low and commanding. "Go to the bedroom, Lucas."

     Lucas's breath caught in his throat. He knew that tone; it meant Adam was about to take control, and he couldn't help but obey. He turned and made his way upstairs, his heart pounding in anticipation.

     In the bedroom, Adam stood by the bed, his arms folded across his broad chest. "Remove your bottom wears and get on the bed, Lucas."

     Without hesitation, Lucas complied, his hands trembling as he unbuttoned his pajama bottoms and let them fall to the floor. He quickly climbed onto the bed, assuming the position he knew Adam expected. Lying on his back, he grabbed his legs and pulled them up to his chest, exposing himself completely.

     Adam approached the bed, a thermometer and a tube of Vaseline in his hand. Lucas's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. Adam squeezed a generous amount of Vaseline onto the thermometer and then onto Lucas's exposed hole, causing him to squirm.

    "Relax, Lucas," Adam said, his voice calm but firm. "This is for your own good." He began to gently insert the thermometer, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the humiliating nature of the act.

     Lucas closed his eyes, his face flushing with embarrassment. He felt the thermometer sliding in, an unfamiliar sensation that made him feel incredibly vulnerable. Adam's questions only added to his discomfort.

     "So, Lucas, how often do you have bowel movements?" Adam's voice was casual, as if they were discussing the weather.

     Lucas hesitated, his throat dry. "I... I don't know, Adam. Maybe once a day?"

     "And what does your stool look like? Describe it to me."

     Lucas's face burned, and he felt his eyes welling up with tears. "I... I don't know. It's just... normal, I guess."

     Adam sighed, and Lucas flinched as he felt the first sharp smack of Adam's hand on his already sore buttocks. "Don't lie to me, Lucas. I want the truth."

     "It's... it's usually soft, and... and sometimes it's runny," Lucas admitted, his voice breaking. Adam delivered another smack, harder this time. "And why didn't you tell me you were constipated? You know I don't like surprises."

     "I-I'm sorry, Adam! I didn't want to bother you with it," Lucas sobbed, his body shaking with each word.

     Adam continued the spanking, his hand landing firmly on Lucas's tender flesh. "Fifteen more for lying, Lucas. Count them."

     "One!" Lucas cried out as the first smack landed. "Two! Oh, Adam! Three! Please, I'm sorry! Four! Five! Six! I'll be honest, I promise! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! Eleven! Twelve! Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen!" By the end, Lucas was a sobbing mess, his face buried in his arms.

     Adam withdrew the thermometer and checked the reading. "Your temperature is a bit high, Lucas. I think you need an enema."

     Lucas's eyes widened in horror. "An enema? But Adam, I—"

     "No arguments, Lucas. It's for your own good. Now, get up and follow me."

     Lucas did as he was told, his legs trembling as he stood and followed Adam to the bathroom. He felt exposed and vulnerable as Adam prepared the enema bag and hung it on the shower rod.

     "Lie down on the bathroom rug, Lucas," Adam instructed, his voice firm.

     Lucas obeyed, lying on his side, his body curled up as he tried to preserve some modesty. Adam attached the tube to the bag and inserted the nozzle into Lucas's anus, his touch gentle but firm.

     "Relax, Lucas. This will help you feel better," Adam said, his voice soothing. Lucas felt the warm liquid flowing into him, and he couldn't help but moan softly as his stomach filled. "Ohh... Adam..."

     "That's it, let it all out," Adam encouraged, his voice gentle.

     Lucas felt the pressure building inside him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. "Ohh... Oh, God..." He clenched his teeth, his face contorted in concentration as he tried to hold it in.

     "Go on, Lucas. Let it go," Adam urged.

     With a loud groan, Lucas released, the sound of his bowel movement echoing in the bathroom. He felt utterly humiliated, his face burning as he realized Adam was witnessing his most private moment.

     "That's it, Lucas. Let it all out," Adam said, his voice calm. Lucas felt the enema water flushing through him, and he couldn't help but moan in relief as his body emptied. "Ohh... Adam... I feel so..."

     "I know, Lucas. It's embarrassing, but it's necessary," Adam said, his tone understanding. After a few minutes, Lucas's release finally ended, and Adam helped him up, his touch gentle.

      "There, that should make you feel better. Now, let's give you another enema to clean you out properly."

     Lucas nodded, his face still flushed, as Adam prepared another enema. This time, the process was quicker, and Lucas felt a sense of relief as the water cleansed him.

     "Now, stand up and do some stretches," Adam instructed, a mischievous glint in his eye. Lucas obeyed, bending and twisting his body, feeling the water sloshing inside him. He couldn't help but giggle as he imagined what he must look like, his laughter echoing in the bathroom.

     "That's it, Lucas. Let it all flow," Adam said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

     Lucas continued his silly dance, his body moving in ways he never thought possible, until finally, he felt empty. He stood, his legs shaky, and looked at Adam, his face a mixture of embarrassment and relief.