Her stubborn expression enchanted him. “I don’t think any Little girls want to have an enema. But their delicate tummies need one from time to time. I bet some of the Littles in your books have had enemas during their stories.”
She shook her head vigorously.
“Lying to Daddy will earn you a red bottom before I treat it.”
“Okay! So, it happens in books. I always skip those sections because I don’t like to read them,” she rushed to assure him.
“Even fictional Daddies know what Little girls need. I bet those book Daddies figure out ways to help their Littles enjoy the treatment. I’ll try to be as good a Daddy as they are,” Roman assured her. “Any more questions?”
“I don’t want to go see the doctor.”
“I know. I also know you aren’t sleeping well and you’re worrying a lot. Dr. Richards may be able to help us with that. He definitely can help you feel your best, and that alone may help you snooze easier.”
“I’ll stop waking you up.”
“You will not. I’m your Daddy. I want to take care of you, Coco. I had already made this appointment for you to go see Dr. Richards before anything happened at the mall. Think of it this way. We’ll take care of two visits with one round of prep.”
“Daddy!” She rolled her eyes, making him suspect she questioned his logic. “I don’t want to go.”
“I know. But you need to go. How long has it been since you saw a doctor?”
Her expression told him everything he needed to know. “I know letting your Daddy make decisions for you is difficult. Do you trust that I care for you and want what’s best for you?”
“Yes. But this isn’t spinach,” she said and stuck her bottom lip out in an adorable pout.
She obviously hadn’t forgiven him for making her try the spinach salad last night at dinner. “Taking one bite of different foods is good for you, Coco. You didn’t like those greens, but you did like the squash.”
“That’s because it had parmesan and butter on it. I’d eat cardboard covered with that stuff.”
“Good to know,” he teased. “I bet Daddy can help you enjoy your enemas as well. Not with parmesan and butter, but with other yummy additions.” He trailed his finger up her thigh and watched her squeeze her muscles together.
“Daddy. I don’t want to.”
“I’m sorry. We can either do the preparation here, or Dr. Richards can take care of it in the office,” he told her. Immediately, she shook her head.
“Then we take care of everything here.”
Slowly, she nodded and hid her face against his chest.
“Good girl.”
Before she could think too hard about it, Roman boosted her to stand in front of him. He zipped off the rest of her clothing, caressing and kissing her beautiful body along the way.
“Go get Zelda.” He lightly smacked her bottom to give her a jumpstart and enjoyed the view as she ran to her crib.
He met her at the changing table. “Up you go, Little girl.” Roman lifted her to the padded top and helped her stretch out.
“Hands.” Obediently, Coco set her stuffie next to her where she could see Zelda’s face and lifted her arms over her head. He quickly fastened the restraints around her wrists.
“What a pretty baby I have,” he complimented as he stretched the band over her ribcage to keep her safe. “Stay still.”
Shifting his steel-hard erection pushing against his fly, Roman walked to the crib and grabbed the blankie that Coco loved. This treatment might cause him to rip a hole in his jeans. Damn, he enjoyed taking care of her so intimately.
Returning to her side, he covered her with the soft material and tucked it under her chin. “Daddy will be right back. I want you to imagine a perfect day for you and I. What would we do? Where would we go? I’ll want to hear all about it when I get back.”
After taking a second to draw the screening material around where the enema bag would hang so it was shielded from her view, Roman carried the device to the kitchen where he’d already set out the ingredients he would need. He turned on the water to warm and mixed the cleanser in along with therecommended amount of liquid. Roman took care to bleed the air from the hose. Keeping the bag out of her eyesight, he returned it to the concealed hook and guided the hose along the side of the changing table toward her bottom.
“All set, Little girl.” Roman hadn’t expected to find this treatment so erotic. He’d fantasized about taking such intimate care of his Little girl, but this was so much more. He tried to memorize very little move and sound she made.
