Alexis
Judging by the way Catharina’s brow raises in response to my question, she isn’t pleased with my behavior.
Well, too bad. I’m not pleased with being woken up at the ass-crack of dawn with a spanking and a thick hunk of cotton wedged up my ass.
Reaching for the tabs of my diaper, she strips the thick cotton from me, and heat infuses my skin as all my most private parts are exposed to the world. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic since Catharina is the only person here, and she’s already seen all those naughty bits.
Butstill.
My embarrassment is only beginning, however, because a moment later Gavin strides into the room, holding a clear bag full of what appears to be water. There’s a long hose attached to the bag as well, and my mind races as I try to place what it could possibly be.
“Thank you, Gavin. If you could hold my Little one’s feet for me, I’ll get her prepped.”
“Prepped for what?” I ask as Gavin grips both of my ankles in his large hand and hauls my feet up toward the ceiling.
“For your appointment with Doctor D, of course.” Something cold and wet splashes against my bottom hole, and then Catharina’s finger is pushing inside me, past the tight ring of muscle at my entrance, filling me with a burning stretch that brings tears to my eyes.
“Mommy, no! I don’t want anything in my bottom!” The whining distress in my tone is only partly for show. After my punishment yesterday, I’m still sore enough that even just her finger makes my hole ache.
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice in the matter, little one. It’s Mommy’s job to make sure you’re properly cared for, and that means taking you to the doctor regularly.” Pushing her finger even deeper inside me, she rotates it around, like she’s trying to feel every inch of my rectum.
I donotlike this. Not one little bit.
“What does that have to do with you shoving a finger in my ass?” I snap, with far more attitude than is wise, and I immediately regret my response even before she glares down at me with those dark, cold eyes.
“Alexis Paige, you are testing the limits of Mommy’s patience this morning.”
To my relief, she pulls her finger free, and I let out my first easy breath of the morning. But that relief is rather short-lived, as a moment later something else entirely pushes its way into my tight hole.
“I’m sorry, Mommy, I’m sorry! Please take it out!”
“No, Alexis. Getting ready for your exam with Doctor D includes cleaning this little bottom out as thoroughly as possible. It has nothing to do with how naughty you were this morning.”
Sniffling against the real genuine tears filling my eyes, I look up at her. “It doesn’t?”
“No, little one. This is just a standard part of your care.” A smile curves her lips, but there isn’t an ounce of warmth in it,and a shiver physically wracks my body in response. “The soap I had Gavin add to the mixture, however, has everything to do with how you behaved when Mommy tried to wake you up.”
“Wh-what does the soap do?”
“It hurts,” she replies simply. “The cramps from an enema are rather intense, and the soap makes it even worse. And since washing your mouth out hasn’t made much of an impression on your language, this seemed like the next logical step.”
Fuck.
“Please, Mommy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be naughty, I was barely even awake!”
“That is no excuse, Alexis Paige. No matter what state of consciousness you are in, you arealwaysMommy’s Little girl. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you accept that, the easier this will be for you.”
Before I can argue or plead any further, there’s a soft clicking sound and a moment later my bowels fill with water. At first, it’s not too bad, and I’m pretty sure Mommy was exaggerating how painful this would be.
I should have known better.
When the cramps start, I’m hit with wave after wave of pain that nothing, not even Mommy’s hairbrush, could have prepared me for. Yanking against the restraints holding me to the table, I cry out as the pain stabs at me, tears filling my eyes, and a choking sob rises in my chest.
“Owie, owie, Mommy, please! Make it stop! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll never be naughty again!”
Whenever I’ve made those promises before, all I wanted was for the punishment to end. But in this moment, I really mean it. If it means stopping the pure agony twisting my stomach into these horrific knots, I am willing to be the best, most well-behaved Little girl this island has ever seen.
And it isn’t long before I realize that the cramps aren’t just cramps. I have to use the bathroom. Likeright now.
