by Pepper North
“Thank you,” Amy moaned in relief. The soap stung but it was so much better than the lubricant.
Eventually, Mr. Smythe’s finger was pressing only clear water into Amy’s bottom and both the naughty lubricant and the soap were washed from her rectum. Rotating his fingers, he began to caress her labia and clitoris again until Amy once again was writhing in front of him. This time, she moved restlessly in pleasure. Removing his fingers, he smiled when she protested the end of the caresses. He lifted her wet, slippery body up and pressed her against the wall. Rubbing his erect penis through her warm folds, he asked “Amy, can your Daddy fill you up and make you feel good?”
Once again, Amy begged, “Please! Please, Daddy.” She moaned as he slid deep into her vagina and immediately, she felt her body seize in pleasure. Squeezing her Daddy’s penis in her orgasmic spasms, she felt him still and then flood her as he came.
Standing, wrapped together in each other’s arms, they breathed heavily as they tried to recover. Finally, regaining her breath, Zoey promised, “I’ll never be bad again. I promise. Don’t send me away?” she begged looking deep into his blue eyes.
“I’ll never send you away, Amy,” he replied. “You’ll be naughty again. And I’ll know just how effective that naughty cream is. I’ll always correct your bad behavior but I’ll know how much I care for you and I’ll keep you safe.” With that pledge, he quickly toweled his Little girl dry and then, himself. He picked her up into his arms again and carried her to his big bed. Cuddled together, the exhausted couple drifted to sleep.
Chapter Five
Amy didn’t feel well. She’d had the sniffles all day. That night in her crib she began coughing and Mr. Smythe, alerted by the baby monitor, came in looking concerned at 4 am to check on her. After getting her a drink of water and rubbing her back to soothe her coughing, he lifted her out of her crib and placed her on the changing table. Removing her diaper, he pulled out the thermometer to check her temperature. Again, the oversized thermometer was pressed against her anus and slid into place. As Amy whimpered in embarrassment, Mr. Smythe rubbed higher between her legs to soothe her. Distracted by the sensations as he caressed her clitoris, Amy stopped struggling. Just as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm, Mr. Smythe stopped the distracting motions and removed the thermometer from her rectum. “Oh, Daddy. Can’t you touch me a little more?” She begged.
“Amy, you’re sick. We’ll have to play later when you’re feeling better. Your temperature is pretty high. I’m going to have to check your temperature in your urethra and vagina just to confirm the number before I call the doctor. Let’s do the urethral temperature first. It’s a little uncomfortable. Then we’ll do the vaginal one and see if we can make you feel good again. Okay?” Mr. Smythe was already pulling out a long thin thermometer and spreading her legs widely, he slid one finger into her wet vagina and guided the thermometer into her narrow urethra.
“Oh, I don’t like this,” Amy protested. She felt as if she was going to lose control of her bladder and wet all over his hand and the table.
Mr. Smythe held the thermometer firmly in place. “Amy, you need to trust me to take care of you. If you have an accident, we’ll clean it up. Most important now, we need to check your temperature.”
Amy tried not to squirm as it made the thin thermometer seem to poke her more when she moved. Finally, she felt the thermometer pulled from her body. She sighed in relief.
“Same temperature, Amy. This is very concerning. One more temp to take.” He withdrew a large plastic rod. It had markings down the side like a regular thermometer and Mr. Smythe shook it down like normal but it was larger than anything Amy could imagine as a thermometer. Mr. Smythe spread her vaginal lips and pressed the large rod into her wet passage. Amy groaned as she felt herself stretching to allow the rod to slip into place within her. Holding the thermometer in place with his thumb against her clitoris, Mr. Smythe slowly rotated the rod from time to time. Amy felt the sensations deep within her body as she reacted to the stimulation. Several minutes later, Amy orgasmed deeply around the rod. Rocking it deeper into her, Mr. Smythe prolonged the orgasm before removing the thermometer and announcing that the third temperature was also raised.
“I’m going to call Dr. Richards, Amy. I should have taken you to him previously for a check-up when you first came to live with me. We’ll see what he’ll suggest to get this temperature to drop and then go to see him today,” Mr. Smythe explained as he dialed his cell phone to a preloaded number.
“Matt? Sorry to bother you at this hour. I have a Little girl here that is running a pretty high fever. I’d like to bring her in to the office today if you could see her. Nine o’clock? Great! We’ll be there.” Mr. Smythe spoke familiarly into the phone pausing to listen carefully to the doctor’s suggestions. “Now, any suggestions to lower this fever before we get there? A cold-water enema? I wouldn’t have thought of that. Okay, I’ve got all the equipment to take care of that. How much water, how cold do you suggest? All right, I’ve got that. And retain the enema for as long as possible – at least 30 minutes. Repeat if needed. Thanks for your help. I’ll bring Amy in for you to meet her today. Could you give her a complete checkup today as well? Perfect! We’ll see you at 9.” Mr. Smythe clicked off the phone and glanced at Amy’s shocked expression. “Okay, Little girl. The doctor says that we need to get that temperature down. Have you had an enema before?”
Amy shook her head emphatically no! “I don’t want one. I don’t feel so bad.”
“We don’t always want medicine that makes us feel better, but in this house, we always follow Dr. Richards’ recommendations. An enema you will have. Are you going to be a good girl and cooperate?” Mr. Smythe questioned with a steely glance.
“No!” shouted Amy. “I said I don’t want an enema. I don’t feel that bad. I’ll be okay without it.”
Mr. Smythe walked to the door and locked it, removing the old-fashioned key, and placing it in his pocket. Amy watched with big eyes as he opened a closet and pulled out a device that had leather straps and big buckles at the ends. He placed it in the center of the room. “Amy, I would much rather you cooperate and take your enema like the sweet girl you usually are. Are you sure you want to do this the tough way?”
“I’m not having an enema,” she retorted. The fever was making her grumpy.
“Okay, Little girl, remember that you had a choice.” He lifted her easily and plopped her on her stomach on the device. Before she realized what was happening, her arms were stretched above her and buckled tightly in place. Her legs were separated and her ankles were also bound into place so that her plump bottom was the highest point of her body and her cheeks were spread widely apart. Mr. Smythe patted her bottom softly and talked to her soothingly as Amy thrashed around trying to free herself. “Amy, sweetie, you’re going to hurt yourself. If you keep making such a ruckus, Doris is going to hear you and come to investigate. Do you want to have both of us giving you your enema?”
Amy shook her head emphatically. No way did she want Doris there to witness this embarrassment. Amy drooped in the restraints. Giving up, she decided to trust that Mr. Smythe and the unknown doctor knew what they were doing. She really did feel lousy. She heard Mr. Smythe enter the adjoining bathroom, turn on the water and then something rustling as he pulled it from the bathroom cabinet. The filling sound lasted forever before Mr. Smythe returned to the bedroom carrying a bulging red bag with a white tube attached, leading to a very large nozzle. “Crap,” thought Amy. “This is really going to happen.”
“Okay, Amy. We need to lubricate your opening so that the nozzle doesn’t irritate your cute bottom. Try to relax as I get you ready,” Mr. Smythe explained as Amy heard him open the jar containing the lubricant.
She felt the cold, slippery gel applied to her anus and then Mr. Smythe gradually started spreading the gel into her rectum using one finger to probe her rectum. Eventually, Mr. Smythe’s finger had entered to the hilt and then he added an additional finger and moved
them in and out. Amy felt herself start to become aroused.
“Amy, that doesn’t feel too bad, does it? You like having Daddy put his fingers in your sensitive bottom. This is going to be just like that but just a little wetter. Now, I’m going to remove my fingers. Don’t tense up. I’m just going to slide the nozzle into your bottom.”
The cold plastic nozzle slid into place. It wasn’t as pleasurable as Daddy’s fingers had been. Amy heard a click and began to shiver as cold water gushed into her intestines. “Oh, no, Daddy! Please don’t do this. I’ll get better soon!” she promised, pleading for Mr. Smythe to stop the water.
“Just relax, Amy. I’ll slow the water a little but it’s all got to go inside of you. Just feel that fever being washed away.” Smythe rubbed her back and bottom as the frigid water continued to gush into Amy. “Enemas are just the thing for sick Little girls. We should probably give you one regularly so that you get used to them and you stay regular. I don’t remember that you’ve had a bowel movement since you got here. Have you been feeling constipated, Amy?” he questioned softly. “Tell the truth, Little girl.”
Distracted by the cold water filling her, Amy didn’t think about what the consequences of her honesty could be as she slowly nodded her head “yes.” Amy dropped her forehead to the surface of the device and began rocking her hips from side to side as she attempted to ease the pressure building in her abdomen.
Mr. Smythe removed a pad from his pocket and made a note before returning to rub her back comfortingly. “We’ll be sure to tell the doctor that at your appointment. Amy, all the water is almost inside you now. You’re doing so well. Daddy is very proud of you!”
Amy felt the water slow and then cease flowing into her body. She heard a click as the hose was clamped and then felt the nozzle removed quickly as a large rubbery item was pressed to her anus. “What’s that Daddy? I don’t want another enema!” she protested with tears.
“Amy, it’s just a plug to help keep the water inside of you. You’re such a Little girl, the water would try to escape before it’s done its job of lowering your fever. The doctor would like it to stay inside you for at least 30 minutes. I’ll set the timer. Just relax. Close your eyes. Maybe you could go back to sleep.”
No way she could go to sleep, thought Amy. “The water’s so cold. Can’t I have a blanket?” Amy begged.
“No, Amy. We’ve got to let the fever disperse. Just hang in there. I’m going to clean up the enema bag. I’ll be back in a minute.” Mr. Smythe disappeared from Amy’s view. She heard sounds in the bathroom as the water ran and it sounded like he was rinsing out the bag and flushing the hose with water. Mr. Smythe walked back in the room. “Are you okay, Amy?” He tapped the plug and rotated it.
Amy groaned. That shouldn’t feel good but it did! Her stomach rolled and gurgled with the cold water. Her skin was goose-pimpled and she shivered from time to time.
Mr. Smythe ran his hand down her bottom until he reached her wetness. “You are really wet, Amy. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed this at least a little. Let’s see if we can make you enjoy it more.” He began to rub her inner labia, dipping into her vagina, and rhythmically pressing on her swollen clitoris. “There, Amy. Just think about your pleasure while the enema works its magic. Does this feel good?”
“Oh, my goodness! Please don’t stop!” Amy begged. Her body crawled on the platform and she began to pant as the feelings grew. Then, just as her body tensed to orgasm, Mr. Smythe removed his caresses.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, Amy. Just concentrate on holding that water. I want to get the camera to take some pictures for the scrap book.” He took the key from his pocket and opened the door leaving it open as he walked to the living room to collect the camera.
Amy heard the timer ding. She was so ready to get this water out of her. She waited for Mr. Smythe to return. Ten minutes later, Amy began to call for Mr. Smythe. No response. Finally, Mr. Smythe returned carrying the camera. Amy quickly told him that the timer had rung and begged to be released.
“There’s no hurry, Amy. The doctor said that you needed to hold the water for at least 30 minutes. You can have it in you for several hours if it’s needed. Let me take some pictures so we can remember your first enema. That’s almost as important as your first steps!” He moved slowly around the room focusing the camera on her tear-streaked face and her naked body stretched on the device. He took many pictures of her bottom spread widely and the plug that was inserted in her rectum. “Let’s check to see if you’re still having fun.” He began rubbing her clitoris again. Amy tried not to respond but she felt her body tensing in preparation for an orgasm. “Should I let you come, Amy? Will you be a good girl at the doctor’s office this morning?”
“Please, Daddy. I’ve been really good. I promise I’ll be good at the doctor’s. I know how to behave.” Amy begged.
“All right, I’m counting on you.” He continued to stimulate her and Amy finally felt herself orgasm. “What a beautiful girl you are!” He complimented her as he continued to rub her through the contractions. “Do you want another orgasm or shall we unbuckle you so you can potty?”
“I really have to go to the bathroom” Amy begged. “Can I get up now?”
Mr. Smythe slowly unbuckled Amy’s arms and legs. He made her stand straight while he took several more pictures of her swollen stomach and her profile to document her first enema. Finally, he led her into the bathroom and pulled out the plug so that Amy could drop to the seat as loud gushes of water burst from her body. Mr. Smythe stood with his arms folded at chest level and waited for her to finish before bending her over the vanity and cleaning her bottom with a wash cloth. He put a diaper on her before tucking her back in bed to rest before her doctor’s appointment.
Chapter Six
The next morning, Amy woke up to find Mr. Smythe and Doris standing in front of the crib looking concerned. “Good morning, sweetheart! How are you feeling this morning?” Mr. Smythe asked. “Have you wet your diaper yet?” When Amy shook her head to say no, Mr. Smythe put a large warm hand on her tummy and began rubbing and pressing on her full bladder until she couldn’t hold it anymore and urine squirted from her body. Amy began to cry from the embarrassment of losing control while both Mr. Smythe and Doris were watching. “Doris, it looks like Amy is still not feeling well. Good thing we have the appointment with the doctor at 9. I don’t want to stress her system too much with a heavy breakfast. Would you fix her a bottle of warm milk while I change Amy’s diaper and get her all cleaned up for the doctor to examine her?” Doris left the room promising to come back in a while with Amy’s breakfast.
Mr. Smythe lifted Amy out of the crib and carried her to the changing table. He secured her by wrapping her waist with the safety belt. “Let’s get this wet diaper off and take your temperature.” Pulling up her nightgown, he whisked off the diaper. “There’s some fecal material in here as well, Amy. You must have really needed to poop for a while to have not expelled everything out in your enema last night. We’re going to have to ask the doctor to help us with keeping your bowel movements more regular. “he wiped her clean and lifted her from the table. He pulled her nightgown over her head and removed the large thermometer from the drawer dipping it into the Vaseline. Despite her whimpered protests, he took a seat in the big chair and draped Amy on her tummy lying over his knee. Raising one knee, he tilted her bottom up and separated her legs to part her bottom. “We need to check your temperature, baby. Just relax,” he soothed as he slid the thermometer into her rectum. Holding it in place, he rotated the thermometer frequently as if adjusting its position. It seemed like forever to Amy but finally, he withdrew the thermometer and tilted it to read her temperature. “Still too high, Amy. Let’s see if we can cool you off in the tub.”
Mr. Smythe ran a cool bath and plopped Amy in the water. He held her in the chilly water as she tried to scramble out. Repeatedly splashing water over her feverish body, Mr. Smythe tried to cool her body down as he washed her. Rubbing the bar of so
ap over Amy’s erect nipples, he massaged the soap all around her breasts until Amy began to tingle. Moving the soap down her torso, Mr. Smythe cleaned her tummy before moving between her legs to soap and probe thoroughly until Amy thought she would climax. Stopping, Mr. Smythe turned Amy on to her hands and knees to wash her back before parting her bottom. Using a slippery finger, Mr. Smythe entered Amy’s rectum, rubbing firmly despite her protests. “Every part of you must be clean for the doctor,” he intoned as he moved his finger in and out of her tight entrance. Amy squirmed as the soap stung her inner tissues. “The doctor will be examining this part of you very carefully today in your check-up. You don’t want to be dirty.” Finally, he withdrew his finger and rinsed her free of suds.
He lifted her out of the bath just in time for Doris to enter with a large bottle of milk. Amy tried to cover her nudity with her hands but Mr. Smythe smacked her hard on the bottom and told her to stop being silly. He began drying her with a big white fluffy towel until all her skin glowed pink. Doris watched the chubby baby with a smile, fresh and clean from her bath. Mr. Smythe put a fresh diaper on Amy and dropped a clean jumper over her head before sitting down to hold her in a semi-reclined position for Amy to suck her breakfast out of the bottle. When she’d finished, Mr. Smythe brushed her teeth with a soft toothbrush and bundled her into a coat before strapping her into the safety seat in the car.
