“No, I think I’ll let you worry for a while longer,” he replied, yanking the towel away and swatting her bottom. “It’s the least I can do. Now get going before you catch a chill.”
Downstairs, Michael started a fire in the fireplace. They snacked on cheese and grapes as they watched a romantic movie. He drank a glass of wine and handed Chéri a glass of sparkling water with a slice of lemon. She frowned.
“Why can’t I have wine?” she complained.
“I’m not sure you’ll ever have wine again unless we are out,” Michael replied. “In case you’ve forgotten, your life is about to change drastically, baby. Mark advised me to begin as I mean to go on and I tend to agree with him.”
“Since when is Mark the be all and end all of parenting advice?”
“He’s not, but you have to admit he and Susan have a good relationship. Of course, Susan is very different from you.”
“In that she’s younger? Do you find her attractive?” she accused, lifting her head from his chest and glaring at him.
“In that they began when she was very young, and while she is attractive, I’m not drawn to her. There is only one little girl in my life.”
“Oh,” she replied, resting her head once again and playing with his chest hair.
“She also has never had children, never held a job or a position of authority. I think it’s much easier for her to accept his leadership without question. You, on the other hand, have been the boss for many years and it’s more of an adjustment. I’ve had to fight for every inch of ground I’ve gained.”
“That’s half the fun,” Chéri giggled, pulling a hair until he yelped and rubbed the spot after swatting her hand. “I know I give you trouble at times, but I find it terribly exciting never knowing what you’ll say or do next. It’s quite an adventure,” she admitted.
“I’m glad you’ve been enjoying yourself,” he replied. “Just remember after tomorrow when your nursery is complete, you’ll be at my mercy.”
“I know, and that’s exciting too. It’s too bad we didn’t try this years ago,” she sighed.
“Yes, I could have just said to the boys, ‘Excuse me while I go give your mother the spanking she so richly deserves,’” he said with a laugh. “As it is, we’re going to have to be careful when they are home on holidays or vacation.”
“Ah, so I’ll have a reprieve?” she asked with a huge grin.
“Only in that my hands will be tied, so to speak, but rest assured I’ll be noting each offense and you will pay for them later.”
“Aw, don’t be such a spoil sport.”
“It won’t be spoiling anything for me,” he asserted, pulling her head close to his chest. “I’ll enjoy every moment of you repenting over my knees.”
“I think Mark is very strict with Susan, don’t you?” she asked.
“It appears so, but he obviously has his reasons. As I said, she was very young when they met.”
“They didn’t just meet, she literally fell into his arms and he kept her,” Chéri informed him. “She told me quite a story. Do you think he loves her?”
“Absolutely, he adores her. He’d be lost without her and freely admits it.”
“That’s nice,” Chéri sighed approvingly. “Do you want to watch another movie?”
“No, actually I’m thinking it’s time we went upstairs. I want you in bed at a reasonable time and what I have planned isn’t a five-minute activity. I intend to take my time and we have a big day tomorrow,” he said, easing her to a sitting position and rising.
“But…”
“Go up and wait for me on our bed.”
“Maybe we could…”
“Oh yes, please give me a reason to redden that ass,” he almost crowed. “It will make everything so much nicer for me.”
“I’m still not convinced this is a good idea,” she huffed.
“Guess what? I don’t care, now get your tail up those stairs,” he ordered.
Chéri rose and stomped to the stairs. Michael headed to the kitchen, not bothering to hide his smile.
It took him a while to follow the recipe Dr. Franklin had given him. Michael had plenty of his own saved on his computer, but he’d decided to trust the doctor that this particular one was both soothing and relaxing. He had more than two quarts when he was done and he made sure it was quite warm, warm enough to stay that way for a while.
He was going to spank her. It was his fantasy and never had he imagined administering an enema to his wife while her cheeks were a creamy, pristine color. No, in his mind they needed to be red and blotchy, and that’s exactly the way they were going to look. If he never got to do this again, at least this one time he would have things his way.
The odds of that happening were slim. After tomorrow, when her nursery was complete, he fully intended to take charge of her in every way. That would include a mild, cleansing enema at least once a week. Twice a month, before he took her sweet little ass, it would be much less mild. In fact, she might not find it quite so agreeable, but she would do as her daddy said and he’d leave her so satisfied that hopefully she would think it was a pretty fair compromise.
Michael poured his mixture into a gallon thermos and shut off the light. It was all he could do not to whistle as he went upstairs.
He found Chéri on their bed, her knees pulled up under her nightgown and her arms around them, holding tightly. Entering the room, he went into his bathroom and opened the cabinet. The red bag looked relatively small and harmless. It was the type that hung on the back of most bathroom doors years ago. There was a small thin nozzle with one hole in the tip, but he chose the other one that came with it. It was longer, had a slight curve and was perforated. He could still control the flow with the clamp, but it would make much more of an impression, and he was ready to be impressed. Taking a thick towel, he left everything else on the counter and went into the bedroom.
While working upstairs today, he installed a small hook into the wall a few feet above the side of the bed and he gave it a tug to make sure it would hold. Then he sat down beside Chéri.
“I want to explain what’s going to happen,” he said quietly.
“Okay,” she whispered back.
“In a few minutes I’m going to get your enema bag. It’s one of many and you should understand that. I’m going to hang it on the wall so it has some downward pressure. On the nightstand will be the jar of petroleum jelly which I will use to grease the nozzle that will go into your bottom.
“I’ll sit on the bed, a little bit sideways and you’ll go over my lap. Your bottom will not be centered over my knees, but rather your pelvis will rest on one of my thighs,” he said patting his left leg. “I don’t want to put any pressure on your tummy, so you’ll hang onto a pillow and there will be a space between my thigh and the pillow for your tummy to sort of expand. That way I can rub it gently if you have any cramps.
“I will have access to your bottom, which I will spank before I do anything else.”
Chéri gasped.
“I think it’s important for you to know I’m very serious about this. Your behavior during the entire process better be exemplary, or I will stop and spank you again.”
Chéri nodded.
“Good girl. Now in my hand, I will have a clamp that controls the flow, the speed with which the enema enters your body. Slower will be more comfortable for you and more pleasurable for me as it will prolong things, but I will not hesitate to increase it if I believe you are becoming difficult. The nozzle, while a little bigger than the standard one, is nothing you cannot handle. I think you’ll feel more embarrassment than any actual pain, but if you do feel pain, I want you to tell me immediately. I’m not talking about a little gas pain or some cramping, but genuine pain of a stabbing nature.”
“If that happens, will you stop, Daddy?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“Yes, I will, but if I find out you’ve lied to me, I’ll use a much bigger bag, nozzle and a harsher solution when we try again. Do you und
erstand I mean it?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be as good as I can.”
“When the bag is empty, I’ll keep you over my lap for a little while and let the solution work. Then I will help you to the toilet. If you are feeling all right and want some privacy, I’ll allow it this time, but if you feel light-headed or sick to your tummy I’ll stay with you no matter what.”
“You’re making this sound scary, Daddy,” she cried.
“There’s no need to be frightened. Enemas have been used for thousands of years and until a few generations ago it was not uncommon for little girls to be placed over their mommy or daddy’s knee for an enema at the first sign of crankiness.
“Roll over now. I want to take your temperature before we begin,” he instructed.
Pleased she obeyed so quickly, he got up and retrieved a standard thermometer and returned. Coating it with jelly, he gently inserted it between her cheeks after he adjusted her gown.
“You stay still and be a good babygirl, while I get my things,” he said, patting her bottom softly.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, her voice muffled by a pillow.
In the bathroom, he carefully opened the thermos and poured the solution into the bag, screwing on the top. He inverted it and checked for leaks. Then he held the bag up and released the clamp, pushing any air from the tubing and checking the temperature of the fluid. It was nearly perfect he determined, or would be by the time he was ready for it. Carrying it back into the bedroom, he used the hook on the wall to hang it and pressed the very tip of the nozzle into the jelly.
At the proper time he removed the thermometer and checked it, pleased to see that despite her nervousness, she had no fever. He sighed in relief.
“All right, sweetheart,” he said. “Stand up for a moment and come over my knees for your spanking. I know you don’t want this, honey, but Daddy feels it’s very important. With your sweet hind end all warm and red, you’ll be much more likely to take this seriously and be a good little girl.”
“Why are you spanking me, Daddy?” she sniffed as she rose and draped herself over his towel covered lap.
“In truth, you’ve been a little cheeky lately,” he replied raising her nightgown and patting her bottom. “I don’t mind a little bit of that now and then, but I will not put up with a sassy babygirl. Consider this a reminder spanking, something to help you remember who is in charge here and that you better be good. Tomorrow, when Mark and Susan come over, I’ll expect you to be on your best behavior and a nice hot bottom tonight will help ensure that happens, won’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she sighed as her body relaxed against his.
Michael smiled and began gently swatting her cheeks, eliciting ooh’s and ah’s as she wiggled around. Tightening his arm around her waist he spanked a bit harder, giving her time to yelp a bit after each swat. She was nicely pink now, but that wasn’t exactly what he was looking for. No, he wanted her red and a bit achy and increased his slaps accordingly, making sure to catch the sweet spot just beneath her cheeks now and then.
In no particular hurry, he inadvertently administered one of the longest spankings he’d ever given her, until he remembered the contents of the bag should not be allowed to get cold. Rather quickly, he stepped it up until she was indeed blotchy and crying softly over his lap.
“You took that very well, babygirl,” he said, praising her as he gently slid her forward until her pelvis rested on his leg and her slightly rounded tummy was unsupported. “We’ll begin now.”
Taking the nozzle from the jelly he dipped a finger into the jar and sparingly coated the plastic. He found a small area of the towel to rest it on and then applied a generous amount to her bottom hole as he spread her cheeks. When he was satisfied the nozzle would slide in relatively easily, but not too easily, he spoke.
“I want you to relax and take a deep breath, babygirl,” he ordered firmly. “No wiggling to get away or any of that nonsense. Just let Daddy handle this as he sees fit and all will go well. Here we go, sweetie,” he continued, pressing it against her opening gently, but insistently. “Let me in.”
With a shiver and a gasping sob, she complied and he carefully inched it further inside her meeting no resistance but for her clenching anus, which he could visibly see. For a moment, he paused, picturing that sweet ring of muscle wrapped around his cock and squeezing. Fighting back the tightening in his balls, he forced his mind to the matter at hand, filling her lovely bottom with warmth and preparing her for the days and years ahead when he would avail himself of this precious part of her.
“Oh, baby, that’s so very nice,” he cooed as he worked his way in until only the section where the tubing connected with the nozzle was visible. Still holding her cheeks apart, he picked up the clamp.
“I’m going to start now,” he told her before opening the flow the tiniest click. “It might be a moment before you can feel it.”
“Oh no, Daddy,” she said, lifting her head with a snap. “I can feel it now.”
He watched the bag. It was barely moving.
“How are you doing, sweetie?” he asked as he clicked it up another notch.
“Okay, I think. It just feels strange, sort of warm.”
“It’s supposed to be, honey. Is your tummy feeling full?”
“No, not really,” she replied with a wiggle.
“Stay still,” he ordered. Letting go of the clamp he held the exposed end of the nozzle between his index and middle finger and gripped her cheeks. His other hand moved under her tummy and began to massage lightly.
Chéri sighed; he almost came.
“How much longer, Daddy?” she asked with a slight pant.
“We’re about half-way there, baby,” he replied.
“Gee, only half way? This takes a long time.”
“I could make it go faster, but you would get cramps in your tummy and we don’t want that, do we?”
“No.”
“At least not for a good girl enema,” he continued, noting the shiver that coursed through her. Lord, if he didn’t blow his rocks before this was over, he’d be a very lucky man. He was thankful for the towel.
“What’s a bad girl enema like?” she asked, wiggling again.
“It’s more fluid and there are ingredients added that will make your tummy hurt. You’ll cry and beg Daddy to stop, but I won’t, until I think you’ve had enough. Sometimes Daddy will put a plug in your little bottom to make sure you don’t have an accident after you’re nice and full, or he might spank you while he makes you hold it,” Michael informed her, inching his hand over her slightly distended tummy and touching the top of her mound.
He wasn’t surprised when she lifted a little, giving him more room. Nor was he shocked to feel how very wet and slippery she was when he finally cupped her fully. This woman/child was amazing. He wished she could take ten times the amount he’d put in the bag, just so this didn’t have to end and he could watch her lovely ass accept what he’d wanted to do to it for so long.
Unfortunately, he could see the bag was close to collapsing on itself and he was forced to stop and clamp off the flow. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t keep her in this position for a while longer, enjoying the view and the feel of her slick kitty.
“It’s all in your bottom now, honey,” he said as he slowly slid his finger over her swollen clit. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful, Daddy,” she sighed. “My tummy feels full and warm and I don’t have any pain at all. Is it possible to come like this, Daddy? Can I come with all that in my bottom?”
“It’s possible, my darling baby, but I don’t think we should let it happen without putting a nice bottom plug in first and unfortunately I didn’t plan for that,” he said sadly. “The next time I’ll be better prepared. I’m so proud of you. You’ve been such a good girl. Daddy will make sure you’re rewarded when we’re finished here. How’s that?”
“That’s good, but I don’t think you should touch me anymore,” she cried, “or I won�
��t be able to stop.”
“Good point,” he replied with a laugh as he withdrew his hand. “I’m going to take this out now,” he informed her, giving the nozzle a wiggle, and smiling when she moaned. “I want you to squeeze your little bottom tightly and hold the enema in until I can help you up and get you on the toilet.”
“Okay.”
With a combination of regret and exaltation Michael gently withdrew the nozzle from her, loving how her tiny brown rose clamped down as though sorry to feel it leave her red bottom. Carefully he eased her off the bed and took her hand as he rose, leading her to the bathroom.
“Do you need me to stay with you?” he asked.
“No, I’m fine, Daddy, really and it’s kind of yucky to have you in here for this part,” she replied, rubbing her tummy. “Please?”
“Okay, baby, I’ll be right out here if you need me,” he replied, closing the door behind him. His legs felt like jelly as he sank onto the bed. It boggled his mind when he acknowledged the things he didn’t know and understand about his wife of so many years.
She was a gem, a treasure, and all he’d ever seen was the workaholic. Well, he saw her now, the woman, the little girl; the baby and he loved each and every facet of her character. She would never be just one woman, no matter what she’d agreed to. There were so many dimensions to her and he intended to enjoy them all. Once she came out of that bathroom, he was going to carry her downstairs, get her something to drink and come back to clean things up. Then he was going downstairs to make love to her in front of the fire, showing her with his body and his heart what she meant to him. He didn’t plan on stopping until she screamed out his name and whether that was Daddy or Michael made no difference to him.
Chapter 15
Chéri and Susan sat on the swing after having been banned from both the nursery and the garage. They’d been allowed to hang the new curtains, but then it was off to the kitchen to marinate the steaks and make a salad.
“I wish I could offer you a glass of wine,” Chéri said, “instead of this lousy lemonade.”
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