His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) (16 page)

“I’ll be good, Daddy. Promise.”

He had no doubt that she’d try. She hated enemas. Between the humiliation and discomfort of the cramping, she usually straightened up and flew right once that particular threat was on the table.

Dylan quickly changed the subject for her. “So, what did you think of all the things we saw and did at the Playpen last night? Did you like certain things better? Do you want to do some of them at home?”

She chewed her food, staring intently at her plate, flicking a strawberry with the tines of her fork. “Well, I like almost all of it — especially watching it. You weren’t with me for the medical play; it was very... arousing. The classroom was scary. Both times. Professor Maddox has always scared me a little, but now I’m just frightened of him. He’s so stern and strict.”

“He is definitely that. But he’s very kind and sweet. You’ve seen that at college. He just likes to be obeyed.” He winked at her. “As we all do.”

Sassy wasted no time rolling her eyes at him. “I’m sure. I want someone to obey me for a change too. It looks like that’s not happening anytime soon.”

“Oh, I follow your wishes all the time. When you ask for a spanking with your bad attitude, I oblige you every time, don’t I? Hold on.” He walked into the adjoining bathroom, retrieving what he came in for, setting it on the bed next to Sassy. “We’ll just keep this enema bag within view because apparently the threat isn’t enough for your damn mouth.”

She stared at the red rubber container, swallowing her pancakes loudly.

“Yep. That was the reaction I was going for. An excellent visual reminder for the girl with the attention span of a cricket. It always helps.” He patted her arm. “Let’s continue our conversation, shall we?”

“Okay.”

“What did you think of the Nursery, Sassy?”

“I didn’t like the clothes. I didn’t mind the baby doll top — that actually felt kind of hot, like lingerie — and I knew my ass looked cute sticking out from under it.” She smiled coquettishly, looking through her eyelashes at him.

“It did, trust me. We can definitely order some of those. What about the other things in the room?” He wasn’t sure how she felt about most of the things she’d seen there. When she’d been brought to the nursery, it was for punishment and her likes weren’t exactly taken into account.

“I don’t like the baby stuff. It just isn’t for me. I loved watching Mommy make that girl squirt, and the harness belt keeping my ass up made me feel sexy, exposed. I also liked the pacifiers for the bottom.” Her neck flushed with the whispered admission.

“I planned on getting one of those. I watched you when we were observing the episode with Nina and Joey, and you were squirming and wiggling a lot. Were your panties wet, baby?” He pushed her hair behind her ear, watching her reactions carefully.

“Yes. They were. Like I said, it was fun to watch. I’m just not sure I’d like it
here
. You know?”

“I do. We’ll see. If a situation presents itself, we’ll handle it then. And maybe we just determine that most of what we saw will be things we experiment with while we’re there —or we watch them like we did last night.”

“If anything, we learn different techniques to spice it up a little.”

“While we’re talking about this, I was thinking last night that instead of going to Wyoming in a couple weeks, why don’t we call your dad and Sunni and see if they would like to come visit us? They can stay here, or up the road at the hotel. But they
could
go with us to visit the Playpen. Your father may actually enjoy that, and God knows they don’t have any opportunity out there for something like this.”

Her lips thinned and she tossed her fork onto the plate, syrup splashing onto the white bedspread. “Are you fucking nuts? This is my
father
we’re talking about. I can’t even fathom doing most of the things at the Playpen, and now you want to double date with him and Sunni so we can awkwardly discuss kink? Sure, why not? How about we discuss finding the g-spot while we’re at it? Or you know what, squirting? You want to consider how you’re trying to make me squirt across the room? Let’s get red pens and draw lines so we can measure how far the ‘little gal’ can shoot her load. We’ll make it a competition of sorts. Why the fuck not?”

Dylan felt immobilized by her hostile reaction. He thought he would’ve been used to it by now. She impulsively spewed insults and sarcasm pretty readily, and tended to lose her temper with little warning. But to see her be so
crass
, especially with regard to her father, had him more than a little taken aback. “Discussion is over. For now.”

He stood up, calmly taking her tray away, and placing it back onto the dresser. He reached out, waiting for her to put her hand in his. “Come with me.”

“W-where are we going?” She bit her lip, her eyes wide.

Dylan didn’t answer, instead helping her exit the bed, not letting go of her hand, he grasped the red enema bag. “Bad girls who don’t listen to their Daddies get enemas to teach them how to hold in their naughty words. Maybe holding in this soapy water today will remind you how to practice self-control.”

Sassy doubled over, digging her feet into the floor, pulling desperately on her hand to escape.

“Come along, bad girl.” When she refused to take even one step, he stopped, raising both eyebrows at her. “Do you really want me to spank you all the way into the bathroom?”

“N-no, Daddy. Please don’t.”

“Then walk. Now.” She followed him into the gleaming white bathroom, the floors and fixtures shiny and clean. “I want you to sit on that toilet and empty your bladder while I fill this with soapy water.”

“D-Daddy, I’ll—”

“Nope, the time for talking and excuses is over. You said all that was necessary, and then some. You’ll be quiet for the rest of this procedure, or I’ll gag you. Understand?” He filled the bag with warm water. Not too cool and not too hot. He wanted her to be uncomfortable, but not overly so. It was a punishment, not torture. Not that she’d see the difference.

Sassy finished evacuating when he said, “Stay where you are. I’ll wipe you. You’ve lost all privilege of being a grown-up woman until I say so.” Dylan hooked the bag over the shower rod, then leaned forward, grasping the toilet tissue. He pulled her forward a bit, but keeping her still seated, he wiped her bottom.

She groaned quietly, and when he stood her naked in front of the toilet, flushing it, she blushed all the way from her chest to her face.

Lowering the toilet lid, he seated himself on it. Bending her over his left leg, her body near the shower, her hands were braced on the floor. “I don’t ever want to hear you speak so crassly about your father again. Is that clear?”

“Y-yes, Daddy. I won’t do it again. Can we not do this, please?”

“The time for negotiations is over, Brittney Leigh. I don’t want to know about your father’s kink any more than he wants to know about ours. You need to learn how to keep that mouth shut, and how not to let your emotions rule you. You will hold this water, reminding you that you have control over these things. You aren’t helpless.”

Dylan worked a dollop of petroleum jelly into her anus, then he inserted two fingers, loosening the ring of muscle there. He had already lubed the nozzle for the enema, inserting it slowly into her, taking his time to be sure it was comfortable.

Sassy groaned deep in her throat, her hand rising to grip the edge of the tub. He flipped the switch, letting the water fill her rapidly. Her knuckles turned white as she grasped the edge of the tub. Then she made the mistake of reaching back self-protectively.

“Don’t even think about it, unless you want that hand spanked with a paddle after your enema.”

“No, Daddy!” She quickly returned it to the floor.

Her bowels had received almost all of the soapy water. “I’m leaving this nozzle in until it’s time for you to void. We’ll talk for a bit in the meantime.”

“Talk? Talk!”

“Don’t sound so surprised — and I’d watch my tone, if I were you. Seems prudent, doesn’t it, girl?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Chapter 13

H
e patted her bottom, pressing some of the tender spots left over from the previous night. “Why are you concerned about your father coming with us to the Playpen?”

She didn’t even know where to begin. In her mind, it was bad enough that her father knew that Dylan was her Daddy. She blushed every time she thought about that fact. Somehow, it was easier to think of him and Sunni in that type of relationship. Sunni had been her best friend since they were eight, and although they had lost touch during high school, it had been great to sit with her again, talking about her last visit to her father’s house. Still, she hadn’t been happy about Sunni dating her father, initially.

But after a fist fight with Sunni, and the resulting punishment from Cade, she and Sunni had sat down and talked, as if no time at all had passed. They had laughed and cried, just like the old days. Her father seemed happy, happier than he had been in years. Several years. The last months of his marriage to her mother had been very unpleasant. It warmed her heart to see how he beamed each time Sunni walked into the room, how she’d always find he and Sunni cuddling lovingly on the couch.

But that didn’t mean she wanted to see her father and Sunni in the classroom. Or, dear God, in the nursery. And she wasn’t even going to let her mind ponder the subject of the medical room. She shivered at the thought.

“What was that shiver about? What were you thinking?” Daddy rubbed her back, trying to soothe her.

“I was just thinking of my father and Sunni in the medical room. This is what I’m talking about. I can’t — and don’t want to — think about them in those rooms and doing... that stuff.” Her intestines started to roil, the cramping taking her breath away.

“Oh, Daddy! I need to go. I don’t feel like I can do this anymore.” She pushed down on his thighs, hoping to hoist herself up.

“Oh, no, you don’t. You have a couple more minutes left.” His hand pressed between her shoulder blades, putting her back into position. “I acknowledge that there must be times that it is uncomfortable to know their dynamic. But Sassy, I promise you, they probably need this as much as we do. You remember how we felt? So alone, with no one to talk to? I’m sure they’d love to meet other like-minded people. They’ve been good to you. This is the least we can do for them.”

Brittney decided she’d cede the argument to him; she had bigger concerns at that moment. “Daddy!” She dragged his name out, stiffening her legs out behind her.

“Isn’t that just the most adorable little ass? Okay, it’s close enough to the time. Now, I want you to clench tightly as I pull the nozzle out. I’ll help you stand, and then get you seated on the toilet to evacuate your bowels in private.”

She had begun to sweat, the cramping nauseating her. She clenched just as instructed, and he helped her rise, quickly lifting the lid and situating her on the cold seat. He had barely left the room, shutting the door behind him just as the process began.

Daddy shouted from behind the door. “I’ll be here lying on the bed. You let me know when you’re done. Then we’ll continue with your punishment.”

Continue with the punishment?

What the hell did that mean? God, hadn’t she already had enough punishment? But instead of saying aloud, she replied sweetly, “Yes, Daddy.”

She didn’t want to contend with any more trouble that day. It felt like the cleaning out of her bowels would take forever, and she’d begun to think that it was flushing every organ out of her body. Would that be possible? No, of course not. But it sure as fuck felt like it.
Christ
. Who the hell came up with the first enema anyway? More than likely, it was a damn male medicine man somewhere, pissed at his wife, thinking he’d teach her a lesson.

After finishing, washing her hands and wiping her face to refresh herself, she opened the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom, stopping quickly when Dylan leapt up from the bed. His eyebrows were furrowed, lips a thin line. “What are you doing up? I told you to yell at me; you could have gotten light headed. I wanted to make sure you didn’t pass out and hit your head.” He swatted her bottom, which as far as she was concerned needed
no more
attention.

He frog-marched her into the bathroom.

“Why... what are we doing?” she asked. “Aren’t we done?”

“No, not yet. Daddy wants to be sure you’re clean, and then we’ll continue.”

What’s that? Come again?

“Bend over the counter.”

He pushed her between the shoulder blades, pressing her still warm, naked body against the cold tile.

She watched him over her shoulder, as Dylan pulled a washcloth out of the linen closet. The butterflies in her belly started to flutter in warning. Something about this didn’t seem right. He turned the faucet on the right near her head, running the white cloth under the water until saturated. She assumed he was waiting until it was the right temperature.

Finally, he squeezed the excess water out, then sat down on the covered toilet lid once more. “Widen your stance, please.” He pressed foaming soap onto the cloth. “Spread your cheeks, and keep them open.”