“Nothing. I… just… I-I’m sick.”
“Let me come over then. I’m a doctor, remember?” I chuckled into my phone, hoping that it would put a smile on her face.
“N-no.”
“Juliana.”
“Bye, Robert,” she said, right before I heard the click signaling she’d hung up on me.
Crap! I quickly dialed Mark’s cell phone number.
“Hey, Robert.”
“Has Juliana talked to you at all lately?” I asked, not even bothering to say hello.
“No. The last time I talked to her was on Monday. Why?”
“She just called me to cancel our date and she sounds horrible. I’m going over there now.”
“I’ll head over there too.”
“No. Give me an hour or two with her first before you come. I don’t want to startle her with too many people.”
Mark paused before answering, and I could tell he was thinking it over. Just as I was about to tell him again not to come over, he said, “Fine. I’ll be over there in two hours.”
“Great.” I hung up my phone and grabbed a bag to fill with my stuff. I was not going to be leaving Juliana alone if she wasn’t feeling well.
I also grabbed two other bags I thought I might need tonight. Thank gosh I decided to pack these earlier. Hopefully Juliana won’t freak out when she sees what’s in the first bag. Then I headed to my car to go and help my baby girl.
Chapter Thirteen
I felt so sick. I hadn’t eaten and had hardly slept since that call from Boyle on Tuesday night. I knew I looked awful. I’d gone to work on Wednesday and Thursday, but today, I just couldn’t make myself go. Even though I hadn’t eaten anything in the past couple of days, my body was racked with dry heaves, which made me even more tired than I already was.
Every time I closed my eyes to try and get some sleep, I would see Boyle. That made sleep almost impossible. When I did manage to fall asleep, within an hour I woke up screaming from nightmares.
All of this combined, and I knew I’d lost the precious weight I’d gained since meeting Robert and that the bags under my eyes were back and more pronounced than ever. I was afraid of what Robert and Mark would say if they saw me now.
A knock on my apartment door had me practically jumping out of my skin. I was paralyzed with fear. What would happen if it was Boyle? I didn’t know what to do. Then there was another knock on the door. I took a deep breath, deciding I could at least check the peephole and if it were Boyle, I could call 911 on the spot.
I grabbed the metal bat I’d started carrying around with me and I slowly walked towards my front door. When I reached it, I looked out the peephole and saw Robert standing there.
My whole body relaxed, but then I started to think about what Robert would say when he saw me and I began to panic again.
“Juliana! Open this door, please. It’s me, Robert.”
“Robert… I… ummm… I’m sick!” The lie fell from my lips for the second time that night.
“I know that, baby girl. That’s why I’m here to take care of you.”
I couldn’t let him see me like this. If he did, he would tell Mark, and I didn’t want them knowing that Boyle was back. They would be so overprotective and that would mess with their lives.
“Juliana, open this door right now!”
“I-I don’t want to get you sick!” I tried lying one last time, hoping that he would go away.
“Juliana, open this door right now or else I’ll call Mark and he can come over and open it with his spare key.”
Crap! I forgot I’d given him that. At the time, I’d thought it was a smart idea. Sighing, I opened my apartment door to let Robert in. He came in, and I closed and locked the door. When I turned around to face him, I decided I must look worse than I thought because he froze when he saw me.
“Oh, baby girl. Come here,” he said, holding his arms open.
I don’t know what came over me, but I flung myself into his arms and just started to sob. All the pent up stress and worry that Boyle would find me again came all out.
“There there, baby girl. You should have called me the instant you got sick. I would have been here in a heartbeat to take care of you.”
“I… I’m… s-sorry!” I sobbed into his chest.
“It’s okay. What matters is that I’m here now. Why don’t we go into your bedroom so I can see what’s going on with you.”
“Okay.” I nodded and started to pull away, but to my surprise, he picked me up just like he would a little girl, carried me into my bedroom, and placed me down on my bed.
“Don’t move,” he said, before he left my bedroom and came right back in carrying three bags. He placed two on the ground and one on the bed next to me. I knew it was his doctor’s bag.
“How are you feeling right now, little girl?”
“Sleepy and my stomach hurts from dry heaving.” I yawned.
“You do look mighty tired. You haven’t been sleeping well? Open your mouth, please,” he said and placed a thermometer in it.
While we waited for my temperature, he lifted my shirt and started to palpate my stomach. Then he pulled the thermometer out of my mouth.
“You have a slight fever, baby. Is there anything else bothering you I should know about?” he asked, moving his bag and sitting down next to me.
I felt my face blush bright red as another symptom came to mind. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom since Monday evening, but I didn’t want to tell him that. So instead, I just shook my head.
“Are you lying to me, little girl? Remember, if you lie to Daddy that will result in a punishment. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me anything?”
How does he know when I’m lying? I wondered. Knowing that I wasn’t going to get away with the lie, I admitted, “I… I… I haven’t gone to the… bathroom.”
“You haven’t gone to the bathroom?” he repeated, increasing my embarrassment.
I nodded, feeling my face get even redder.
“When was the last time you went?”
“Monday evening.”
“Thank you for telling me. You will still be getting a punishment for attempting to lie. I cannot have my baby girl trying to do that again, but I will give it to you once you feel better. I think now, though, we should go into your bathroom.”
“Why?” I asked, beginning to freak out. I didn’t want to move. Now that my Daddy was here, all I wanted to do was jump into his lap and fall asleep.
“It’s Friday night, little girl. If you haven’t gone to the bathroom in four days, then I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you an enema.”
“No!” I shouted at him and jumped off the bed. Just as I reached the doorway, one of his muscular arms wrapped around me. I tried to fight him, but after a minute, I fell against his chest in exhaustion.
“Relax, baby girl. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, turning me around in his arms.
“I don’t wanna an enema,” I said, giving him my best puppy dog eyes, hoping that would make him decide not to give me one.
“Sweetie, if I didn’t think that this was the best thing to do for you, would I do it?”
I sighed and shook my head.
“Do you think I would ever intentionally hurt you?”
I shook my head again. I knew he would never hurt me, but what person would ever want to have their boyfriend/daddy give them an enema?
“Then you have to trust me, baby girl. I’m only doing what’s best for you.”
“Fine, but I still don’t like it, Daddy,” I pouted.
“You don’t have to. Now come on, after your enema, you’ll have a nice bath, and I’ll dress you in your jammies, and then it’ll be bedtime,” he said, letting go of my hand for a second and grabbing his doctor bag.
“Okay,” I said, taking his hand again and walking towards my bathroom with him.
He shut the bathroom door, put his doctor bag down, and said, “Baby girl, I want you to disrobe from the waist down.”
“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.
He squatted down in front of me. “I know you do, baby girl. But, I need to clean you up. Trust me, after you have your bath, you’ll feel so much better and it’ll help you sleep through the entire night.
“Fine,” I said, giving up the fight to try and convince him that it would be better for me to just go to sleep. He hadn’t been listening to what I wanted this entire night; why would he start now?
“Good. Now lift your arms up so I can take your shirt off.”
I did as I was told and he had me disrobed in a matter of minutes. He picked me up and placed me into the warm water, and I sighed as the warm water relaxed my sore muscles.
“There you go, little one. Now close your eyes, relax, and put your head back while I take care of you,” Robert said as he soaped up my loofa.
I did as he said and soon he had my whole body and hair washed. It felt really peaceful to just let go and let someone else take care of me. I was starting to feel better already and all he had done was just basically wash me outside and inside really well.
“Alright, baby cakes, time to get out.”
I nodded and stood, carefully getting out of the tub and then walking into the towel he was holding out for me. He dried me off, brushed my hair and teeth, and carried me back into my bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and I looked at him. What was he doing? I still needed to get dressed before I could go to sleep.
“Baby girl, I want to put you in a diaper for tonight.”
Instantly I felt a cold shiver go down my spine. No, I was not going to do this.
Just as I was about to protest, he said, “You’re beyond exhausted, sweetie. I’m not going to make you use your diaper tonight. I just want you to wear one so if you wake up in the middle of the night and have to go to the bathroom but don’t want to get up, you can use it. If you don’t want to, though, just wake me and I’ll take it off you, and you can go to the bathroom. I just want you to have it on in case.”
When he put it like that, I was okay with wearing one as long as it was my choice to use it. But then I was afraid he would laugh at me like Boyle had. So I shook my head.
“Can you tell me why?”
“I don’t want you to laugh at me,” I muttered, looking anywhere else but at him.
“Sweetie, how could I laugh at my little girl? What kind of a daddy would I be if I laughed at you?”
“A bad one?”
“Yes, I’d be a horrible daddy. Juliana, I promise I will never laugh at you no matter what. Besides, being a doctor, I have seen much crazier things than this.”
“I… fine then. But I won’t watch,” I said, flinging my arm over my eyes dramatically.
“That’s okay with me, pumpkin. You just lie back and relax,” he said, chuckling.
I felt him remove the towel from around my body and lift my legs up. When he put my legs down, something soft was underneath me. He washed my pussy, powdered it, and then fastened the diaper around my waist.
I kept my arm over my eyes, not ready to see what I looked like. He picked my legs
up again and this time when he put them down, everything was covered in softness.
“Baby girl, I need to move your arm so I can finish putting on your jammies. Close your eyes if you still don’t want to see,” he said, right before he pulled my right arm from my face and placed it through the arm hole of my jammies. After that, he did my other arm and zipped up my jammies.
“You can open your eyes now.”
I did and saw him staring down at me.
“There’s my beautiful baby girl. I’ll be right back and then we can have snuggle time before you go to sleep, alright?”
I nodded as he first went to one of his bags and pulled something out of it, then walked out of my bedroom.
Well, it’s official. I’m back in diapers. Hopefully this goes better than the last time, I thought, closing my eyes once again.
Chapter Fourteen
I hurried to the kitchen, not wanting to leave Juliana for too long. I was very pleased with how she was letting me take care of her tonight. After the enema, I thought she would refuse to wear a diaper, but she hadn’t. Now I just hoped she would allow me to feed her a baby bottle.
I knew that she hadn’t been eating anything even before she admitted it to me, but I wondered why. She had been doing so well. I thought that my staying over here was helping her work past her demons. Obviously, I had been mistaken.
I could worry about it later, I decided as I filled the bottle in my hand with some orange Gatorade. Hopefully this will help to settle her stomach, I thought as I headed back into her bedroom. She was standing over by her bedroom mirror and must not have noticed me come back in. She kept twisting and turning, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked so cute doing it and I knew she’d captured another piece of my heart.
“There’s no need to look in the mirror, little one. You look as cute as ever.”
She jumped and turned around to face me. “I didn’t hear you come back.”
“I realize that. Why don’t you jump into bed? I have a bottle of orange Gatorade for you to drink. If you’ve been sick, we’ve got to get some fluids into you.”
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