“If, in his ignorance of the problem, he should attempt anal intercourse there could be serious consequences, such as a ruptured bowel, not to mention the severe pain it would cause their babies. No, it’s best not to take chances. As this is a particular interest of yours, we’ll go over the different types of enemas, nozzles and duration before you leave. I’ll also give you a paper with my favorite recipes. It’s possible you’ll be of a mind to punish this little one when you get her home. If so I have the perfect solution. It will certainly teach her not to act out at the doctor’s again, or we can administer it right here. I wouldn’t mind a bit.”
“No, Daddy, no,” Chéri screamed, trying to unlatch the strap that held her. “I’ll be good, I swear it,” she cried when she couldn’t get it undone.
“I’ll think about it,” Michael said firmly. “After all, there is an advantage in having a doctor present. It’s been years since I practiced medicine, even though I do an immense amount of research on the proper care and feeding of brats!”
Collapsing back on the table, Chéri snapped her lips together. He was thinking about it. She couldn’t believe it, but he was. No, he would never let another man do such a thing to her, she decided. Then she recalled the two huge fingers up her ass and began to chew her lip. Oh hell, no.
“Well the decision is of course yours, Michael, but as I said, I’m in no hurry and have the entire afternoon free. Now perhaps we should move on to another one of your interests.”
Michael sent her a warning scowl and walked with the doctor over to a pull out drawer in his cabinet.
“Chéri, I’m going to need a urine sample,” he said as he moved things around in the drawer as Michael watched.
“All right, Dr. Franklin,” she replied sweetly. “If you’ll let me up and give me a glass of water, I’m sure I can provide it.”
“I’m afraid that won’t do,” he replied.
“Excuse me?”
Once again he ignored her.
“I’m sure you’re familiar with the procedure, Michael, but we’ll have a little refresher. There are, of course, many different size catheters. I would recommend a small one for Chéri, to start. You can always move up in size should you choose to, or if you want to punish her in this way.
“Inserted properly and with care, it can be relatively quick and painless. On the other hand, the steps can be drawn out to increase the young lady’s discomfort. Regardless, I think for today we should use this one,” he said, holding up an item that looked quite harmless in its sterile packaging.
“The important thing to remember is that everything that touches her must be sterile. These gloves for example, while considered sufficient for examinations, are not enough. You will need gloves that have not touched anything else. The least of your worries is causing her a little pain; in fact, some little girls become excited. Often the simple act of submitting to their daddies in such an intimate way, combined with the urethra’s close location to the clitoral nerve bundle is enough to have their sweet little pussies leaking. It’s quite an amazing phenomenon and you’ll see it quite clearly as the entire area has to be so impeccably clean.”
Chéri watched nervously as he went to another cabinet and got out both a small specimen bottle and a urinal. He carried these to his cart and placed them within reach.
“Are you using diapers, Michael?” he asked.
“Not yet, we’re just finishing up the nursery, but I want to and Chéri has agreed to try them.”
“What do you mean ‘agreed to try them?’ You’re her daddy, you make the decisions regarding what she will and will not do,” the doctor stated, obviously surprised.
“Doctor Franklin, my wife and I have a very unique marriage. It’s only been the last few years that we’ve begun to experiment with alternative lifestyles. Our marriage is strong and we’re completely devoted to each other.
“I am not of a sadistic bent. I don’t enjoy causing her pain and it brings me no pleasure beyond the delight of administering a well-deserved lesson in obedience. I find her submission is the exciting factor for me. I love nothing more than bending her to my will with a good, old-fashioned spanking and I hope to broaden those choices to include other punishments as well. Pain for the sake of pain is not my goal. It is only useful if it ensures her obedience and submission, thereby exciting her in ways neither of us ever imagined possible.
“Personally, I find the medical elements particularly exciting, and so far, she has shown no genuine aversion to them, at least not after I have demonstrated the pleasure that can accompany many of them. My little sweetie enjoys playing the patient to her doctor daddy.
“With her consent, she has spent the last three years as my little girl, first on a ‘weekends only’ basis, and then progressing to include certain days of the week. Now she has agreed to become my babygirl full-time. Naturally I’m thrilled, but part of that comes from the knowledge that she enjoys it too.
“Chéri derives great pleasure from our new life, which, in turn, pleases me. I will continue to push her limits, but should the time arrive when something I do to her brings her no pleasure after giving it a fair chance, we will discontinue the practice.
“The reason I want the refresher on the catheter is I intend to make her give diapers a chance. I know this woman. I know her body and its responses so well it’s difficult for her to hide anything from me.
“I also know how incredibly stubborn she can be. She’ll burst her bladder if she must to prevent herself from wetting her diaper. It is my intention to take the choice away from her, thus the catheter. In the end, it may all be for naught, for if she truly hates it, if it brings her no pleasure to surrender herself to me in that way, we will discontinue it.
“I adore her and my greatest desire is to make her happy. I am in charge. I am her daddy and will become more so as time goes on, but I do not want an unhappy babygirl. I want her to feel my love in every fiber of her being. Even when she is being disciplined quite severely, I never want her to doubt my love and commitment to her and to our marriage.”
Chéri tried to muffle her sniffles as she felt the tears trailing into her hair. He was her daddy and he’d explained it beautifully. How could she argue with anything he wanted to try when in reality it was all for her.
“Very well, Michael. I think I understand a little better now. You and Chéri do have a unique relationship. Not one I would want for myself, for I am a complete control freak,” he said with an unrepentant grin. “If and when I choose a little one, she will be under my care as well as at my mercy 24/7. Women willing to do that do not grow on trees,” he sighed. “Shall we begin?”
Michael nodded and sent a reassuring smile her way. She smiled back, a little shakily, but she managed.
Dr. Franklin bathed her entire pelvic region with a cool solution, working as he explained each step to her daddy. Carefully he opened the sterile packaging and removed another pair of gloves. Using these, he unwrapped what looked like a very skinny, very long and flexible straw.
Michael also donned gloves and used two fingers to hold her vaginal lips open.
Chéri shivered.
Michael watched very closely as Dr. Franklin exposed Chéri’s tiny opening. The pre-lubricated catheter was positioned and he spoke.
“Little one, I want you to listen to me. I am not nearly as lenient or patient as your daddy. It would benefit you to remain as still as possible, for I have no problem pushing this up your urethra and through the sphincter to your bladder even with you crying your eyes out and begging me to stop. I will not. To honor your father’s wishes I will be as gentle as possible, but do not get a naughty streak on or this won’t go well. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Dr. Franklin,” Chéri whispered.
Michael smiled. He heard the telltale quiver in her voice. It was something he was quite familiar with and it always appeared when she was being spoken to in an exceedingly firm or stern voice. It excited her. She might not like the process. He wasn’t sure ab
out that, but she sure as hell loved the lead up.
“Hold still, babygirl,” Michael added in his deepest, most dominant voice. “If you screw this up and we have to start over, we will use a larger catheter, but it will be after I release you from this table and spank you into next week.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she sighed.
“Here we go,” Dr. Franklin announced and Michael admired the sure, no nonsense way he inserted the catheter without hesitation despite Chéri’s little cries of, “Oh, oh, oh.”
“This is how you inflate the little balloon which keeps it securely in place,” he said, showing him the steps. “I’m not going to do that as we aren’t leaving it in. We’ll let her bladder empty and I’ll get the sample, then we’ll remove it. I’ll show you how to do that as well.”
“Thank you,” he replied as they all listened to Chéri’s urine running into the urinal.
“How are you, sweetheart?” he asked, moving to her head and brushing the damp hair off her forehead after removing his gloves.
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Was it very bad?” he asked.
“Not very,” she replied softly.
“Michael, come here for a moment,” the doctor called.
Going back to the end of the table, he stood beside the doctor and observed the fluid, shiny and sweet glistening on the rim of his baby’s pussy. He watched as Dr. Franklin took hold of the line and gave it a little jiggle. Chéri moaned, loudly.
Almost in a trance Michael reached above the catheter and gave her clit a stroke. She sighed and tried in vain to lift her hips. He continued to lightly touch her until the last of the musical tinkling sound faded away.
“It’s best to remove it quickly,” Dr. Franklin said looking at him meaningfully.
Michael nodded and began rubbing and pinching her clit as the good doctor took hold of the tube and swiftly pulled it out. Chéri screamed, her body convulsing in a glorious climax as he continued to softly caress her mons.
“That was beautiful, babygirl,” he told her smiling.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” Dr. Franklin said, shaking his head. “You are one lucky son of a bitch, Michael.”
“I know it.”
They worked together to release her and Michael moved her higher on the table. With one man on each side of her, they massaged her legs, moving from her feet, to her calves and then her thighs. After they each took an arm and worked the muscles in them as well.
“You understand the Sims’ position?” the doctor asked.
“Yes, on the side with one leg up toward the stomach.”
“Right. That is the medically preferred approach, but as long as you’re not ridiculous, and I know you’re not, you can use about any position you want. I have daddies who administer enemas over their knees, or with their littles chest down, ass up on the bed.”
“How much?” Michael asked.
“Oh, for a normal enema, I would say she can easily handle two quarts. Punishment might be a bit more. I’m pretty sure you’ll know by her reaction. I think you are in tune with her needs and wants.”
“I try to be.”
“Are you familiar with retention enemas, or the inflatable nozzle? I would advise the double for Chéri. One bulb inflates inside the rectum and the other outside, preventing any leaks and keeping her from expelling the enema. It also allows for a hands free experience in case there is something else you want to attend to while she is holding it like a good little girl.”
“No, I’ve seen them online, but never used one.”
“Why don’t you get her dressed and I’ll get her something to drink. Then I’ll show you what I have here and explain how to use them. Believe me an exceptionally naughty girl will benefit immensely from a full tummy and a gentle, but painful paddling.”
“Thanks.”
Twenty minutes later they were in Michael’s vehicle on their way home. Chéri had reclined the seat and was nearly asleep.
“Daddy,” she said, surprising him.
“What is it, babygirl?”
“I forgive you,” she murmured sleepily.
“You do? For what?” he asked with a grin.
“For taking me to that horrid man,” she replied.
“You do know you’ll be seeing him again, right?” he asked with a laugh
“I know,” she replied. “I expect I’ll forgive you for that too.”
“Good choice, baby,” he replied, reaching over and patting her hand. “Good choice.”
Chapter 13
“Do you think you’ll ever buy one of those double things?” Chéri asked later when he was feeding her a dinner of pasta primavera.
“Without a doubt,” he replied, a slight smile hovering around his lips. She was intrigued, frightened, but definitely intrigued. “In fact, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if there were several brands already in the garage waiting to be put away. If the truth be told, I already have an assortment in my cabinet.”
“You haven’t used them,” she pointed out, meeting his eyes.
“No, I haven’t, not yet, but I’ve informed you on more than one occasion it was something I would like to use, very much, and I intend to.”
“You have,” she agreed. “I was just wondering why you haven’t.”
“There are a couple of reasons. One is that I’m often tempted when you’re being particularly difficult and I don’t want your first experience to be traumatic in any way. I guess the other one is I’m concerned you won’t like it at all, and I’ll be extremely disappointed.
“Having had the pleasure of taking his babygirl’s bottom once already, this daddy has no intention of giving it up. I believe it’s going to be one of the things I insist on repeating, whether you’re particularly agreeable to it or not.
“Why are we talking about this during dinner?” he asked bluntly.
“I was just curious, is all.”
“Chéri, do you want me to give you an enema?”
“I wouldn’t quite put it that way,” she replied, her face turning pink.
“How would you put it?” he questioned, looking at her in surprise.
“Well, I was thinking, maybe you should do it alone.”
“I hadn’t planned on inviting anyone to watch,” he responded, unable to keep the laughter from his voice.
“That’s not what I meant, Daddy,” she cried, glaring at him.
“What exactly are you trying to say, babygirl?”
“I’m saying maybe it should be on a night when you aren’t going to do anything else. That way, I only have one thing to worry about and not everything you’re going to do after.”
“I hope you’re not trying to say you didn’t enjoy it when Daddy took your bottom, because I know otherwise.”
“No, Daddy, I did, it’s just that it’s not an easy thing for me. You’re very big and it hurts some. Just thinking about it scares me, even though you’ve already done it. I think I’ll be a little afraid of it for a long while.”
Michael was quiet and thoughtful for a few minutes as he continued to feed her. She had a point. Anal intercourse was not something that could be done on the spur of the moment, at least not yet. If he intended to follow the doctor’s advice, and he did, it would require more than one enema, a good deal of stretching, which would probably induce a fair amount of tears and possibly a spanking or two before she was even ready to accommodate him.
Getting her used to the enemas without her worrying about how far he was going to take it might be an excellent idea. Of course, there would be a difference between the solution used to calm and sooth her, and the one used to clean her out properly, but she didn’t need to know that, yet. Yes, a nice gentle and relaxing enema might be the perfect way to get her accustomed to a practice he planned to incorporate into their lives on a regular basis.
Certainly he would use them prior to taking her sweet ass, but he had no plans to limit their use at this point. There were all sorts of appropriate reasons as far as he was concerned, inc
luding maintaining her health and his authority.
“So, you’d like to experience your first enema from Daddy, babygirl? I see no problem with that, in fact, it’s an excellent idea.”
“I didn’t exactly say that, Daddy,” she said softly.
“Funny, that’s what I heard, and I agree with your reasoning. However, it won’t be tonight. We’ll plan on tomorrow night. Daddy has other plans for tonight, including making sure you never misbehave at the doctor’s again. Aside from that, I’ve spent nearly the entire afternoon with an aching erection and since you were so opposed to the pacifier earlier, perhaps I have something else in mind for you to nurse on,” he informed her as he wiped her chin.
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh. Did you imagine for a moment you weren’t going to be disciplined for your actions? As a result, I shared far more details about our relationship with Dr. Franklin than I ever intended.”
“Yes, but you explained it beautifully, Daddy,” she sighed, reaching to cup his cheek. “It was lovely, really, and I was so proud when you stood up for me.”
“Well I was very angry; in fact, I almost let him do what he offered. Thankfully, I was able to control my temper, as that particular privilege is for me and me alone. You are, however, lucky I didn’t take you over my knee right then and there,” he continued in a very serious voice.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “and very happy you didn’t let him do that to me.”
He watched her shiver as she recalled what might have happened and a tear suddenly appeared and slipped down her cheek.
“I’m sorry I was a bad girl,” she sniffed, “and I understand why you have to punish me. I’ll do anything you say, Daddy.”
Michael sighed. Damn she could take the wind right out of his sails when she was like this, so sad and repentant. Nevertheless, he had to keep his word.
“I forgive you, sweetie, but after dinner you are to go upstairs and stand in the corner until I come for you. Pull your panties down below your bottom, and nose to the wall, little one.”
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