Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Daddy opens one side of my diaper, pulls my cheeks apart, and pushes something cold and narrow up inside me. A moment later, I feel a liquid being squeezed into my bottom. It’s over so fast, and he refastens my diaper.
Next, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the rocking chair. He cradles me and pops a pacifier into my mouth.
I realize I’ve been silenced. I have so many questions.
Daddy strokes my cheek. “That was a quick saline enema. It will force you to empty your bowels in a few minutes. Sometimes Little girls need a full deep enema. We would do that at the doctor’s office if you need one. He would empty an entire bag of fluid into you and plug your bottom for a while before letting you release it.”
I gasp and squirm on Daddy’s lap. I try to spit the pacifier out to tell him I don’t want that, but he’s faster than me. He holds my free arm with one hand and blocks the pacifier from leaving my mouth with the other.
His restraint and dominance make me arch into him and moan. My reactions are so foreign to me. He keeps upping the ante and dominating me deeper, and I keep getting hornier.
The thought of pooping my diaper while he holds me makes me nearly panic, but it’s obviously not bothering him, so I shouldn’t let it bother me.
That’s only my immediate problem. The thought of having my bottom filled with a deep penetrative enema makes my entire body jump to attention. I want to argue. I want to tell him no way. I want to buck and protest and pout and demand he never do that to me.
I want him to force me.
The realization makes even my ears red hot. I tuck my face against his chest so I don’t have to look at him and he can’t read my expression.
He holds me there, keeping the pacifier in against his pecs. My free hand is still in his grip. His other hand strokes the back of my head. “Daddy is going to give you a saline enema like that every day this week so you can fill your diaper before we leave the house and not have to worry about it again.”
I whimper, but his plan is a good one. This is better than pooping in front of everyone at the park. I clench my butt cheeks as I feel the urge to eliminate consuming me. My entire body stiffens.
“Don’t fight it, Baby girl. Relax your body. You won’t be able to stop it, and you’ll feel much better afterward.”
I wish he would put me down so I could poop in private, but I’m not in charge, and the fact that he’s not giving me a choice is more appealing than giving me privacy.
When I can’t fight it any longer, I release my sphincter and let it all out.
I should be mortified. Part of me is. Or maybe all of me is. But my mortification is fueling my need to submit. It’s maddening and confusing and growing more so by the hour.
Daddy praises me while he changes me.
I suckle the pacifier like it’s a lifeline the entire time.
I finally breathe easier when he’s done. He pops the pacifier from my mouth after setting me on my feet. “I’m going to take this with us. If you get anxious, you tell Daddy, and I’ll find a place where we can cut out some of the noise and lights. The pacifier will help calm you too.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
After putting my shoes and socks on, he carries me to the golf cart. We can’t avoid shoes at the parks. I understand that. I prefer to go barefoot as often as I can, but when it’s necessary, I can wear shoes.
I get so excited when we pull into the parking lot. I can see some of the rides from the golf cart. The tall and scary ones.
As soon as I’m situated in the stroller, strapped in securely with a five-point harness, I tip my head back to look at Daddy. “Do they have some rides that aren’t as scary? I don’t think I’m ready for the really big ones with loops.”
I’ve been feeling very brave about coming here ever since Daddy gave me the tickets for my birthday, but the truth is I’ve never been to an amusement park, so I’m not so sure about giant roller coasters with loops and turns that go really fast.
“They have every kind of ride, princess. We’ll start with the least scary ones and see how you like them. How’s that sound?”
“Do you think they have teacups? I’ve seen them on TV.”
“We’ll find out.”
It doesn’t take long to get into the park, and I’m beyond grateful for the stroller. It’s very crowded. I don’t like crowds or noise, and I would have panicked if people were bumping into me. This is much better.