I shudder at the images she paints in my mind.
Being a good girl is obviously the right choice. The sane choice.
“I’ll be good, Nanny,” I reply, my voice subdued. Is it just me or is my voice a little higher, a little more girlish than usual?
“I am glad to hear it, Betty.” She pats my bottom, which is still smarting from the hairbrush, but at least the little pat does not actually hurt. “Now, try to relax.”
Easy for her to say.
Chapter Six
The nozzle of the enema has something on it which makes it slick and easy to slide right into my bottom. As with so many of my experiences today, the sensation is uncomfortable, but it is hardly the worst thing I have endured since my arrival.
The strangeness is bearable, perhaps even a little exciting. An illicit thrill. I cannot help but wonder what it will be like to have the Duke’s cock entering my bottom, and if it will feel anything like this. He is much bigger than the tapered nozzle, but it gives me some idea of what it might be like.
“Good girl. Now let’s give you a good, thorough cleaning,” Nanny Fairfax says cheerfully. I might as well think of her as ‘Nanny’ now so that the wrong name does not accidentally slip out of my mouth.
I would much rather call her ‘Nanny’ than subject my poor bottom to even more abuse than it has already received.
Warmth gushes into me and I gasp at the sensation. My bottom tightens around the nozzle instinctively, trying to push it out, but Nanny Fairfax has it firmly planted and is holding it in place.
“Oh!” The feeling of being slowly filled makes me want to squirm. “It itches!”
That is the only way I can think of to describe how it feels.
“That will be the soap, Betty. Just take your enema like a good girl and the next one will wash you out.” Nanny Fairfax sounds more cheerful than ever, like she is enjoying my torment at her hands. I grab hold of the leg of the bench she is seated upon to keep myself from reaching behind me.
“Please,” I whine as my stomach fills, the itching worsening as more and more water flows into me, making me feel far too full. My stomach is beginning to cramp like I’ve eaten too much all at once. “It’s too much, please, Nanny!”
I hope that calling her by the requested title will help gain me some leniency, but she just pats my already sore bottom.
“A little more, Betty. Then you’ll need to hold it for a minute to let it work before you release, and then we’ll do the second cleansing one.”
I whimper, but I do not argue. A third enema while she swats me with the hairbrush would be unbearable. This is more than uncomfortable and becoming rather painful, but the hairbrush is so much worse. I cannot imagine having both at once and I do not want to experience it.
It feels like every part of me below my waist is throbbing for one reason or another, and I am becoming dizzy again from all that I am being put through. Being over Nanny’s lap does not help.
Finally the influx of water stops and I let out a little heaving gasp that borders on a sob. I am so full I can feel the water sloshing around inside me. The cramps come and go, but the itchiness never lets up. I grip the leg of the bench tighter to keep from reaching back.
“Good girl, Betty, you’re taking your enema very well,” Nanny says, rubbing my sore bottom. It actually feels good, especially compared to everything else, as her soft hand caressesmy sensitive skin. I try to focus on that sensation and not the itchy water that fills me so uncomfortably.
When her hand dips down between my legs, I moan. I am sore from the Duke’s vigorous fucking, but her touch is very soft and it helps a little with the discomfort in my bowels. Especially when she touches my little pearl.
As humiliating as it is to feel arousal in this moment, there’s no denying that’s what’s happening.
She gently circles the tiny nub, spreading my slickness around it, teasing it to swell against her fingertips while I whimper and wriggle over her lap. My bottom clenches around the nozzle which is keeping the water plugged inside me. The achy feeling of fullness, the sudden small cramps, the itchiness… none of it should be arousing, and yet the throbbing need between my legs is growing with every little stroke of her fingers.
“That should be good. Time to let it out.”
If having my pussy flushed out was embarrassing, this is even more so. I cover my face with my hands as the procedure is completed. The relief of being emptied is quickly replaced by resigned reluctance as Nanny puts me back over her lap for the second enema.
True to her word, this one is not so itchy, though it makes me very, very full, all over again.
I swear she keeps this one in me longer than the previous one while she plays with my pussy, twisting the nozzle in my bottom and igniting an entirely new sensation as it moves with in me, pushing a little deeper and then releasing. All the while, her fingers stroke and caress my pussy, teasing my pleasure pearl, but not bringing me anywhere near the relief I am starting to crave.
By the time the second enema has emptied from my bowels, I feel completely wrung out and yet on edge from the need pulsing between my thighs.
“Now for your bath,” Nanny says. My legs are wobbly as she helps me from the toilet to the tub. It does not take long for the water to fill around me, and I marvel at the warm water coming from the spout. I also realize how much easier it was for Nanny to wash out my pussy and give me two enemas in a row thanks to its presence, but it is still wonderous.
