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Erin's special solution

(Roleplay scenario)

Waking to the bright beam of the sun, Erin's eyes slowly flickered open. Her room was polluted with little dust bunnies that were still free falling in the morning light. Her last night wasn't the wildest one, but rather a typical one of her frigging herself with Kyle, one of her crushes that she kept in a picture frame memory like a locket in her head. She huffed out a deep breath after her fingers brushed against her clitoris one last time before climaxing. Her eyes held this glow of infatuation in her blue irises. Erin's pupils expanded the more she festered on Kyle.

She could almost taste her own shame as her good girl image was practically a facade in her own brain the more she thought about her play times she wanted to have with Kyle; the bathe in the scent of his body, to scratch her fingernails against his back like nails to a wood floor once he exploded inside of her. Erin adjusted her lavender lace thong and pulled the covers over her bare chest for more warmth- a feeling she wanted to lie in for just a few more moments.... and then she was met with a soft knock at her door and a head peeking in through the little sliver that opened up before she had the chance to say "come in." It was her father, Sam. Blonde hair much like her own- maybe a shade darker- that was neatly slicked and side parted, his eyes- as blue as hers- that held this intensely warm glow of fatherly love and adoration. 

"Good morning my little chickadee," Sam walked over and sat on the edge of Erin's bed, dipping the mattress as his body sunk into the bed. Erin held tight to cover herself with her blanket, but a little peep of her pink nipple was exposed to Sam. "Oh sweetie, you weren't exposed last night, were you?" Erin looked away, her face flushing a little. "No..." she said, lightly, only a tone above of a whisper. Sam lovingly grabbed Erin's chin with the tips of his fingers. "Dear.... you know about the bathroom incident yesterday?" Erin swallowed hard. She knew all too well about the bathroom incident: how she was on the toilet for hours hunched over, but not because of constipation or tummy troubles- she was glued to her phone; Instagram decided to be funny and show her a hilarious video of one of her fellow classmates. But Sam assumed it was because 'his little baby' couldn't make a bowl movement. So, much to Erin's great fear, she knew Sam would do an enema on her- after taking her temperature... rectally.

"Dad... please..." Sam gave a sympathetic smile. "I know it's not the most fun thing in the world, but it's necessary, darling." Sam looked at Erin sweetly for a minute more before patting his thigh and sitting up. "Okay Erin my dear, the first thing is to take your temperature." Erin gulped and held still like a deer in the naked eye of car lights. "Come on, sweetheart... I've gotta check you." Sam helped Erin position herself on all fours like a dog and didn't seem to mind that she was naked; breast hovering over her pillows and her thong exposing her plump bubble cheeks. The understanding of it made Erin's face burn tomato red. She felt her father's fingers hook around the band of her thong and slide them off her bottom, gliding them down her legs and stripping them off at the ankles. 

Placing a disposable sanitary sheet underneath her, Sam gave Erin's bottom and loving pat before whisking himself away to the bathroom. Erin could hear the sound of the water streaming into something bulky that she identified to be the enema bag. Erin tried to occupy her mind with anything else besides what was about to happen. Kyle flickered through her brain quickly and then left when she heard her father's footsteps enter into the room again. She could hear Sam setting up the bag that hung beside her head, yet stood tall on it's rack. 

The sound of thick white latex gloves snapping sent shivers up Erin's spine and flushed her cheeks even more. "Okay dumpling," Sam came closer, his gloves hands touching Erin's skin. "Let's take your temp now..." Hearing the sound of sticky lube being squeezed on the tip of the glass thermometer, Erin's skin prickled. She tried to contort her position differently- her mind trying to find something to say to make it all stop, but Sam was already spreading apart her cheeks. She could feel him staring into her puckered up rosebud and noticing how bare her area was. No hair- not even wisps of stubble tracing her vagina or inside of the under skin of her buttock's cheeks. "Okay angel, here I go... it might be a bit chilly."

Before Erin could comprehend a thought, the cool jelly slid into her along with the thermometer. Sam let it stick out like an arrow while he checked the enema bag once more. "I put extra soapy solution inside there, so whatever is backing you up, it's sure to clear out now." Erin just squeezed her eyes shut and buried herself deeper into her pillow- her bottom now protruding out more and her breasts now smacked into the edge of the pillow and her sheets. She could feel Sam's gloved hand slowly rub her bottom cheek like he was petting it and murmuring sweet nothings like "there, there, little one." Erin's face was a burning shade of crimson, and she couldn't seem to shake off the coolness felt against her skin from her exposure.

Once the thermometer beeped, Sam whisked it out of her bottom and let her anal hole dripping from the glob of lube he used. "Hm, seems normal... that's good." From the corner of her eye, Erin could see Sam wiping down the thermometer before setting it aside and grabbing the nozzle of the enema bag. "Okay, sugar bear, daddy's going to make you all better now...." Erin didn't believe it. Trying to somehow squirm out of her position, Sam gently held her still with his elbow as he lubed up the nozzle. Erin could hear the sounds of the heavy lube being smeared all over the nozzle that was about to be shoved into her most intimate part.

Her cheeks were already slippery, but Sam still managed to spread them a bit with his thumb and pointer before inserting the cold nozzle deep into Erin's bottom. She tried to ignore the mush sounds of the lube contacting her pink cavity, but the smacking sounds were too loud against the echo of the room. Swallowing hard, Erin prepared herself for the enema to drain into her like a geyser, but Sam withheld it. Confused, Erin opened her mouth to question it, but Sam pulled out the nozzle and tightened his gloves.

"Erin bear, it seems to be some blockage that's preventing the nozzle from reaching farther..." Erin gulped. It was supposed to go farther in? she thought. "Because the blockage is heavy... I have no choice to but to go into your bottom and manually scoop it out."

Erin's face reddened even more. She found herself jumping up from her father's hold and darting towards her bedroom door. "Erin! Wait sweetie! Come back!" But Erin was already out of her bedroom and running through the hallway naked. She found herself corned against the conjoining walls of the bathroom and couldn't fight off Sam's loving yet firm grasp. He plopped her back down on her bed and restrained Erin's ankles and wrists; positioning her back onto all fours again. "Be a good girl, darling and don't run away again... Daddy only wants what's best for you." He said, tightening his gloves with a loud snap.

Erin could see from the corner of her eye of how Sam was pouring the glistening lubricant on his gloved hand before coming up behind Erin. She braced herself as she felt his first two fingers, followed by a third, then fourth... then his fist plunge deep into her bottom. The smacks and sloshes were blaring against her bedroom walls as Sam's fist only plunged deeper and deeper. Erin was gasping as she felt her father plunge deeper and rub against her sensitive walls. She began to drip, and her squirms became evident as Sam's fingers tickled Erin's cavity. Prodding and poking around inside, Erin wanted to scream but couldn't. It seemed like all the air in her lungs got clogged in her throat. She felt her father's fist dig very deeply abruptly into her, making Erin yelp. "Oh, baby... daddy knows it doesn't feel the best right now... but I've almost got it." And as if on cue, Sam's fingers indeed curl around the large substance that seemed to be stuck inside of Erin.

Sam began to pull- his hand moving deftly out of Erin. "Dad...." she moaned as it inched closer and closer out of her. "Ahhh..." she cried a bit. "Dad.... no... please... stop!" She gasped. But Sam kept tugging and pulling and Erin kept gasping and heaving, until Sam yanked the substance out of her and Erin yelled, leaving a dripping wet trail of her pussy juices.

As Sam examined the substance, Erin turned around to see it was something that was all too familiar to her: her long lost butt plug. She felt Sam's eyes on her, but Erin just had to look away, not able to bear any more humiliation....

(Part 2???)

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