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t was late afternoon as I sat downstairs, trying to decide how best to begin the evening festivities. On a whim I decided to go upstairs and see what my little pervert was doing. I crept quietly to the boy's room and paused outside. His door was closed, but there was a keyhole. I stooped and peered through it. I caught my breath as I saw my son stretched out naked on his bed, his erect cock in hand. Clearly it was time to start work on him, and this presented me with the perfect excuse. I straightened up, and opened the door, feigning a casual tone.

"I'm making some tea, would you like..."

My voice trailed off as I stepped into the room and saw him naked on the bed. He cried out in shock, and lay there frozen. I was silent as I crossed the room.

"How dare you! You dirty little pervert!"

He lay still, too scared and embarrassed to move. His hand was still clutched around his cock, which was now totally limp. I stared at him fiercely.

"Stand Up!"

He did as he was told, clasping his hands over his cock and balls.

"Hands on your head!"

He did as he was told. I stared at him critically.

"That's better. It's not like you've got much to hide now is it? I'm hardly shocked by the sight of that pathetic little thing."

He squirmed in embarrassment at my brutal dismissal of his manhood. I glared fiercely at my quivering son.

"I won't stand for this kind of behavior. I won't!

His eyes prickled with tears of humiliation. I reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Come with me. A dirty little boy like you needs to get thoroughly cleaned up to wash that filth off, and then I going to punish you severely for your wickedness."

I haul him out of his room and into the bathroom. I picked up a wash cloth, held it under the tap while lathering it up with soap. When it was heavily lathered, I pulled him up to the sink.

"Open your mouth, I'm going to wash it our for you."

He was too scared to protest, he reluctantly opened his mouth. I stuck the soapy cloth inside, twisting, rubbing soap all around his mouth. He choked a bit on the foul taste, and muffled coughing noises. His arms reached up to grab my hand, but I grabbed one wrist and twisted it behind his back.

"Don't you dare touch me! Just stand there and take it you dirty boy."

I continued soaping his mouth for another minute, then tugged the cloth out, as he started sputtering and coughing, and I gave him a few moments to compose himself. I then filled the sink with warm water and swirled the soap around in it until the water was murky with lather. I went to the cupboard and took out a large syringe. His eyed it nervously as I moved back to the sink.

"This is an enema syringe."

I filled it with water.

"You bend over the sink and stick your ass up. Then I can "really" clean you out."

Trembling, he bent over the sink, I placed the nozzle between his ass cheeks and pushed it in none too gently into his asshole. He grunted with the intrusion, then began to moan as I pushed hard on the plunger, forcing the water into his bowels. Once the syringe was empty, I held the position, watching him wiggle about as he felt his insides swollen and cramping.

"Now when I take the syringe out, you may sit on the toilet and release the water. Don't you dare let any leak out anywhere."

I withdrew the syringe and he hurried to the toilet, sitting down heavily and letting the water rush out of him. When he recovered, I grabbed his arm and shoved him into the shower, turned the water on, and proceeded to wash him with a large scrubbing brush, rubbing vigorously until his skin was red all over. He moaned slightly as I lathered and wash his little cock and balls. The little shit got a hard on as a result. I ignored it. I turned him around, bent him over slightly, and rub and soaped his asshole. When I was done, I pulled him out of the shower and threw a towel at him.

"Come on, dry yourself off, and be damn quick about it."

He hurriedly obeyed. When finished, I reached out and grabbed his little cock an

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