AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Why, Elena? Why didn’t you tell me the suppositories didn’t help?”
“Because I don’t want an enema!” she wailed.
“Well, young lady, you definitely need one. You’re constipated and that’s not healthy. And, if you didn’t want an enema, you’re definitely not going to like the one you’re about to receive.”
Chapter Twelve
Liam picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, setting her on the toilet though he had little hope she’d go on her own. She’d waited too long for that. He placed two towels on the counter and turned on the water in the sink. Opening the cabinet, he picked up a small plastic bottle and held it where she could see.
“If you had come to me, if you’d been honest yesterday, I would have given you a Fleet enema.” Replacing the bottle, he opened a drawer beneath the cabinet and pulled out a red rubber bag and its length of tubing and nozzle.
“No, please, Daddy. Just use the little bottle!”
“No, Elena. That amount of fluid won’t work now. By choosing to lie to me, in choosing not to trust that I would help you, you now need a much larger enema.”
“But can’t you use two of the little ones?”
“No, and Elena, if you continue to argue, I can make this much more uncomfortable than it already will be. If you fight me, if you don’t behave as I fill your bottom, then I can add a great variety of ingredients to make it far, far more unpleasant.”
Checking the water temperature, he began to fill the bag, the mirror allowing him to watch Elena’s eyes widen as it swelled. While he could indeed make sure she was completely miserable, that wasn’t his intention. His goal was to help her feel better, to take care of the pain she was obviously experiencing. That didn’t mean she would go unpunished for her choices, but that would only happen after he was assured she wasn’t in real pain.
With the bag only half-full, he hung it from a hook at the edge of the mirror. He set the jar of lube by the sink and then went to pick her up, setting her on the towels. “Lie on your right side and draw this leg up,” he instructed, patting her left leg.
“I’m sor… sorry, Daddy.”
“Remember that the next time you think about lying to me,” Liam said, applying a generous coating of lubricant to the nozzle and then a dollop to her anus after spreading her cheeks apart. “Just relax as much as you can. This is no wider than your last plug, but it is longer.”
She didn’t answer, but nodded, looking woebegone before she shut her eyes as he began to insert the nozzle. He watched her draw her bottom lip between her teeth, but she didn’t make a sound until the nozzle was completely in and he reached up to start the flow. The click had her whimper, but her tears didn’t start until her bottom had swallowed half of the liquid he’d filled the bag with.
“Please, Daddy, please stop it… it’s too much!”
“No, Elena, it might not even be enough. You will take every drop and hold it until I remove the nozzle.”
“I can’t!”
“Elena Michelle, I assure you that you can. All the tears and pleading are not going to stop the flow. You need this to help you go.”
He gave it a couple more minutes and then reached around and gently rubbed her swollen belly. “Try to relax, Elena. You might feel awful right now, but by the time we’re done here, you’ll feel much, much better.”
Her hand moved to cover his as he continued to gently rub as she suffered through the cramps. When the bag was empty, he reached up to clamp the tubing.
“Take it out, Daddy!”
“Not yet. You’ll lie there for ten minutes—”
“No, please, please let me go now!”
“We have to give it time to work. Take this opportunity to think about how you could have avoided this if you’d been honest. Lying is something I will simply not tolerate.”
He stayed near, occasionally rubbing her tummy. He ignored every whimper, every mumbled plea, every tear. Finally, the time was up and he patted her hip. “I’m going to remove the nozzle. Clench your pucker tight until I get you on the potty.”
Her head nodded vigorously and she held her breath as he slipped the nozzle from her bottom. Scooping her up, he set her on the toilet.
“Please… please don’t stay, Daddy.”
He had every right to stay to make sure she understood that she’d lost his trust the moment she’d lied about voiding her bowels yesterday. However, he knew there was no way she could deceive him again… not about this, and hopefully by the time they were finished, she’d learn it didn’t pay to lie to her daddy.
“All right, call me when you are done.”
