“Okay, sweetie, I want you to lean over the bath tub now,” he said once I was naked from the waist down.
I did as I was told, but I hated this position. My bottom was on display for my daddy, and I was freezing as my knees were kneeling on the cold tile floor as the tub pressed uncomfortably into my stomach. I jumped when I felt something enter my bottom and I clenched down on it, not wanting it to go in.
“Easy, baby girl. I’m just stretching you a little. This is just my finger,” he said, as he moved his finger around inside me.
As he continued to move his finger around, I started to feel my pussy get slightly wet. I had never experienced anal play, but what he was doing felt shockingly nice after the initial burn. But that made me feel even more embarrassed than I had been before. Who enjoys having their boyfriend play with their bottom? I made a mental note to ask Samantha the next time I saw her.
He pulled his finger out and I relaxed.
“Baby girl, I want you to take a couple deep breaths for me. Okay? Just relax,” he said, and I knew my enema was about to start.
I closed my eyes, doing as he said, taking a few deep breaths. After my fourth one, I felt a hard, lubed tube enter me. I whimpered at the unwelcomed object. At the moment, it didn’t hurt, but it definitely wasn’t comfortable.
“Okay, baby girl, I’m going to start putting the liquid inside of you. Remember, take some deep calming breaths and just relax.”
I immediately began to feel the liquid start to enter me. At first, it felt strange, but it didn’t hurt much. But as time went by, I started to become more and more uncomfortable because I started to feel like I had a full stomach and that I really had to go to the bathroom.
“Daddy! I need to go to the bathroom!” I said, starting to squirm. I needed to get up.
“Hold on, we’re almost done,” he said as he pressed one of his hands on my back to stop me from getting up. While holding me down, he started to rub my back, which did help slightly, but I still felt very uncomfortable.
The enema continued filling me and I soon felt like I was going to lose my mind because I really had to go to the bathroom.
“Daddy! It burns! Please!” I begged, just wanting to get up and lose this enema. I tried getting up again, but his hand was still there, holding me down.
“All done, baby girl, but I need you to hold the contents in for five minutes.”
“What!” I shouted as he helped me get into a standing position. I couldn’t believe this. I didn’t think I’d be able to hold this enema in for five seconds longer, let alone five minutes.
“Five minutes. It’ll help make sure everything is taken care of and then we hopefully won’t have to do this again.”
I shot him a scalding look. If he ever thought I’d allow him to do this again, then he was just plain old crazy. The only way he’d be able to do this again was if he tied me down first.
“I know it’s hard, little one, but just try to relax,” he said, pulling me in for a hug as he started to rub my back again.
Clearly, I thought, he’s never had one of these before, or else he’d understand and let me go now!
I stayed where I was, trying to relax, but the need to go to the bathroom was starting to become so great, I was sure I was going to combust. I pulled away from him and squatted down with my legs crossed, just like a five year old would who was doing the potty dance.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he said, “You can go now.”
Before he finished his sentence, I was sitting on the toilet. I was just about to go when I realized he was still standing there.
“Leave!” I said, not wanting him to see me like this.
“No, baby girl. Just relax. I’m a doctor. I’ve seen this before and I don’t want to leave you in case you get dizzy.
“Daddy!” I shouted, but my stomach could no longer holds its contents.
I cried the entire time he was watching me. I was mortified. I didn’t want to be here to witness this, and I didn’t know why he stayed when I specifically told him to leave.
He just kept rubbing my back and then flushed the toilet while telling me how I was such a good little girl.
When I finally finished, I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. I was truly exhausted now. I heard the sounds of the bath water running, but didn’t care. All I wanted to do now was go to sleep and forget the enema from hell had ever happened.
“Baby girl, I have a nice warm bath waiting for you. Let me help you finish getting undressed.”
“I want to go to sleep,” I said, lifting my head and looking up at him with puppy eyes again, hoping that he would ignore my sweaty body and just let me go to bed.