“Stay right there for just a second,” he said, helping me to lean against the sink.
Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. I didn’t care what type of punishment he’d dish out, but there was no way I could keep standing.
I fell to the floor, the cold tile seeping into my skin as I curled up right there, not caring about anything other than the pain to go away.
Sabastian wasn’t gone long, returning with a few towels and some sort of box.
“Scoot closer to the toilet. It’ll make it easier,” he mumbled, laying the towels on the floor where he wanted me.
It took a few minutes, but I got my body to move, crawling and hunched over. And one-handed. I refused to let my thumb from my mouth. It was the only thing stopping me from flat-out sobbing.
“Good boy,” Sabastian soothed, running a hand along my back as I settled on the makeshift towel. “Have you ever had an enema before?”
I shook my head, blurry eyes watching him as he opened the box. He pulled out a bottle, a thin long nozzle on the top.
“It’ll help clear you out.”
If it had been any other time, my eyes would have widened and panic would set in. But all I could think of was finding relief. I’d do almost anything.
Sabastian ran the sink water for a bit, and my eyes closed against another cramp.
What was wrong with me? I hadn’t ever felt like this before. At least never this bad.
My eyes jerked open when Sabastian kneeled back down beside me but towards my back.
“It’s okay. Just breathe. I have to put this in you, and you’ll have to hold in the liquid for a few minutes. Then you’ll feel better.”
A small bout of fear bubbled forth, but all I could do was look at him pleadingly. If he could take away the pain, then he could do whatever he wanted.
“I do have to ask, where did your pants go?”
I half shrugged, not knowing myself. I had put on soft pants before I’d gone to bed, along with the shirt that I still had on. However, I was used to not wearing many clothes during the night because that’s how Sir liked me once I turned sixteen. Only on cold nights did I wear more clothing.
“This may be a bit uncomfortable, but just breathe through it. And don’t let anything out, okay.” A hand on my hip was gentle, warm even.
I think I nodded.
I froze as something rubbery and slick was pushed into my back hole. My eyes clenched tight, a tear falling to the floor.
“Shh. You’re being so good for me.”
Was I? I was never good. I was always bad, and a disappointment.
I sniffed, then jerked as warm water began to trickle into my butt. A thumb along my hip swiped in circles, helping me to stay in place.
My stomach grew with more water that was put into me. I couldn’t stop the sob that came with more cramps, these stronger.
I couldn’t do this. It was going to kill me.
“Breathe, little one. Just breathe. It’s okay. Just a few more minutes. Almost done.”
I shook my head, or maybe my entire body was shaking, as my stomach gurgled.
“I know it hurts, but hang on for just another minute. You gotta let the enema do its job. Or we’ll have to do this again tomorrow.”
Oh God, no,I thought. I didn’t think I’d survive it again if I survived it this time.
“Alright,” Sabastian stood, taking the thing from out of me. Every part of me was clenched tight, sobs barely being held onto. “Let’s get you up.”
