Fuck me. An enema? Groaning, I shake my head. “Daddy,no.”
“Yes, little one. You know I always require my patients’ Daddies to clean them out before an exam, and you are no exception. And don’t think it’s escaped my notice that you haven't been as regular as you should be. No doubt your poor tummy is awfully compacted.”
Oh my god. If his plan is to literally embarrass me to death, he’s on the right path.
“Once you’re good and cleaned out, Daddy will strap you to the table with your feet in the stirrups. After all, we wouldn’t want you to accidentally roll off and get hurt, now would we?”
We would. We absolutely would. If I fall off the table and break an arm, he’ll have to postpone this humiliating exam.
“Then we’ll do your monthly breast exam. Followed by averythorough examination of your vagina and your anus. And we haven’t yet tested your reaction to having your nipples clamped, so we’ll need to test that as well.”
Despite the humiliation of having this entire process described in excruciating detail—or maybe because of it—my clit throbs with need. Everything he’s describing is like it’s been plucked from my own imagination, like he can see the fantasies I’ve used to get myself off in my apartment after working alongside him all day.
The timer sings, signaling he’s done taking my temperature. There’s a slight tug as he pulls the thermometer from my bottom, and then his low hum as he studies the readout.
“A perfectly healthy temperature. All right, little one. Time to get your bottom nice and cleaned out for Daddy’s exam.”
Chapter Twenty
Donovan
Leaving Millie in place on the table, I cross the room to the cabinet where I keep most of my supplies and retrieve an enema kit. Even without being able to see my Little girl’s face, it’s clear she’s none too happy about what comes next.
“You know how this works, little one. Daddy’s going to fill you up with this solution, and you’re going to hold it in your bottom until you can’t possibly hold it another second. Only then will you be allowed to use the potty.”
“But I don’t want an enema!” she wails, kicking her feet against the table.
Since she can’t see my expression, I don’t bother to hide my smile as I give her bottom two sharp swats. “Keep throwing a tantrum and see how far that gets you, Camilla Joy.”
“I don’t care! I don’t wanna ‘nemena!”
Oh, my sweet Little one isdeepin her headspace. Which means I’ll need to be extra strict if I have any hope of keeping her in line.
Placing one hand on her lower back, I pepper her bottom with heavy, painful swats. As her skin turns pink beneath my palm, her howls of protest fill the room.
“Good little girls do not throw tantrums when they don’t get their way, Camilla Joy. Are you ready to be a good girl for Daddy?”
“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Two extra hard swats to her sit-spots cap off her spanking. “That’s much better. Roll on your left side and pull your right knee toward your chest.”
Sniffling pitifully, Camilla does as she’s told, positioning herself so I have all the access I need to her pretty little bottom hole. She’s obviously been making use of the monthly stipend I gave her for the spa, as every inch of her pussy and anus is free of hair.
“You should consider yourself lucky I’m not adding soap to your enema,” I tell her as I unpack the contents of the kit and press the lubricated tip against her bottom hole.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry I was naughty.”
Pity stirs in my chest. She really does try to be a good girl. “I know, sunshine. It’s all forgiven, we won’t mention it again.”
Turning her head slightly, she smiles up at me. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Unable to resist her magnetic pull, I lean forward and brush a kiss over her lips. “You’ll need to be brave for me now, little one. This is going to be very uncomfortable.”
With that, I open the nozzle on the hose, releasing the contents of the bag into her bowels. My Little girl whines softly, her nose wrinkling as the cold solution fills her up.
“Daddy, it hurts. Take it out, please!”
“It’s going to hurt more in a bit, little one. Would you like Daddy to distract you from the pain?”
