Bad Girl Enema — His Sassy Girl 2


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Today I have an excerpt where Sassy is being served breakfast in bed by her Daddy and they’re discussingn the fun they had at the Playpen the night before.  Her mouth gets the better of her and she earns an enema.

[pullquote align=”full” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]“We’ll just keep this enema bag within view because apparently the threat isn’t enough for your damn mouth.”[/pullquote]

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.

[pullquote align=”left” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]“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?”[/pullquote]

“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?”

[pullquote align=”right” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]“The time for negotiations is over, Brittney Leigh. [/pullquote]

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.”

[pullquote align=”full” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””] “Talk? Talk!” He expected her to to speak?  “Don’t sound so surprised — and I’d watch my tone, if I were you. Seems prudent, doesn’t it, girl?”  He dipped his chin minutely.  “Yes, Sir.” [/pullquote]

There is definitely more to this scene– trust me 🙂  If you don’t have His Sassy Girl you can click on the link above to get it or go to my books page.  Enjoy!

 

 


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