The apartment was drenched in the golden light of a fading afternoon, the city skyline sprawled out before us like a glossy postcard. The loft was filled with an eclectic mix of furniture—a vintage couch in burnt orange, an antique writing desk tucked in the corner, and a massive bed with a canopy of sheer curtains that fluttered softly in the breeze from the open windows.

Emma, with her long blond hair tied back in a severe bun, was scrubbing out the sink in the kitchen. She hummed a soft tune under her breath, a contrast to her usual no-nonsense demeanor.

Her glasses perched on the edge of her nose, magnifying her piercing blue eyes as she wiped down the counter with a stern expression. Suddenly, the front door swung open, and in tumbled Rosy, looking flushed and disheveled.

"Emma, I'm not feeling so hot," Rosy slurred, slumping against the doorframe. Her hair, a mess of mid-brown waves, stuck to her forehead, and her eyes were glazed over.

Emma sighed, dropping the sponge into the sink with a splash. "What were you doing out there?

You look like you've been run over by a bus," Emma muttered, walking over to Rosy and placing a hand on her forehead. Her touch sent a shiver down Rosy's spine, and she leaned into it, her eyelids fluttering closed.

"I... I went to that new club downtown," Rosy mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thought I could shake off this cold. Turns out, tequila shots and sweaty dance floors aren't the best prescription."

Emma rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "You're a fucking mess, Rosy.

Let's get you up to bed," Emma said, grabbed Rosy's arm and led her to the bedroom. Rosy stumbled along, her body feeling heavy and sluggish.

Emma helped her undress, peeling off her tight dress and leaving her in just her bra and panties. Rosy's skin was clammy and hot to the touch, and Emma frowned, her doctor's instincts kicking in. "You're burning up," she said, running a hand through Rosy's hair.

Rosy leaned into Emma's touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Emma... I feel so fucking awful," she whispered.

Emma retrieved the old mercury thermometer from the bathroom cabinet. "I need to check your temperature, Rosy” she opens her mouth. No not like that honey, it needs to go in your butt! 

Rosy pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "No I’m to old the be treated like a baby I don’t want to have it checked like that!”

Emma raised an eyebrow, a challenge in her gaze. "Oh, really? You're acting like a brat right now.

And you know what happens to brats?" Emma's voice was stern, but there was a spark in her eyes that Rosy had never seen before.

Rosy bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"They get spanked," Emma said, her voice like velvet. She nodded towards the bed. "Over my lap. Now."

Rosy's eyes widened in surprise, but she couldn't help the shiver of excitement that ran down her spine. She hesitated for a moment before complying, walking over to the bed and bending over Emma's lap.

Emma's hand rested on Rosy's ass, feeling the curve of her cheeks through the thin fabric of her panties. She smacked her palm against Rosy's left cheek, the sound echoing through the room. Rosy yelped, her body jolting at the unexpected impact.

"Ow! That fucking hurt, Emma!" Rosy protested, but there was a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"That's just the beginning" Emma said, her voice low and sultry. She smacked Rosy's ass again, this time on the right cheek, her handPrints leaving red marks on her skin.

"Spread your legs for me, Rosy," Emma commanded, her voice thick with need. Rosy complied, her legs falling open, now it’s time to take your temperature young lady!  Emma said as she pulled Rosy’s panties down to her knees, exposing her bare ass. Rosy gasped, a flush spreading across her skin as she felt the cool air against her most intimate place.

She tried to squirm, to close her legs, but Emma held her firmly in place with one hand on her lower back. Emma could feel Rosy's heat radiating off her, could see the beads of sweat forming on her skin.

"Stay still," Emma commanded, her voice a low rumble. She picked up the thermometer, held it up to the light to check that it was clean, and then set it aside. She reached for the lube, slicking her fingers with a generous amount before pressing the tip of one finger against Rosy's tight, puckered hole.

"Fuck, Emma," Rosy hissed, bucking against her touch.

"That's cold."

Emma chuckled, her voice low and husky. "Stay still," she said, applying gentle pressure against Rosy's entrance. Slowly, she began to push her finger inside, feeling Rosy's body tense and then relax as she accommodated the intrusion.

Rosy gritted her teeth, her knuckles white as she gripped the bedsheets. She could feel every inch of Emma's finger as it slid deeper into her, the strange, intimate sensation sending shivers down her spine. She was torn between wanting to push back against Emma's touch and wanting to squirm away from the unfamiliar feeling .

"Relax, Rosy," Emma murmured, her voice soothing yet commanding. "You're doing well."

Rosy let out a shaky breath, trying to relax her muscles. She felt Emma's finger slide deeper, and then out.

A moment later, something cool and hard pressed against her ass. She tensed, but Emma's hand on her back reminded her to breathe. "It's the thermometer," Emma said softly, her voice calming. "Let me take care of you."

Rosy nodded, her body tensing as the thermometer slipped inside her. It was a strange, unsettling sensation, but not as uncomfortable as she had expected. She focused on the way Emma's hand felt on her back, grounding her.

"There you go," Emma murmured, her voice a low purr.

"Just hold still for a moment."

Rosy bit her lip, trying to keep still as the thermometer registers . She could feel Emma's breath on her back, could feel the heat radiating off her body. It was intimate, almost too intimate, and Rosy squirmed slightly, her body aching with a sudden, unexpected desire.

Emma removed the thermometer, her fingers brushing against Rosy's sensitive skin as she did so. "102.5," she murmured, her voice tight. "You're running a high fever."

Rosy grunted, her body feeling heavy and lethargic.

I should give you a enema it would really help you sais emma with a stern voice.

"What the fuck, Emma? An enema? You're not fucking serious!" Rosy exclaimed, trying to sit up, but Emma's firm grip on her waist kept her in place.

"You're congested, and this will help clear you out. Trust me, it's for your own good," Emma said, her voice brooking no argument.

Rosy sighed, her body going limp as she realized there was no use fighting it. "

Fine, just get it over with," she grumbled, lying back down across Emma's lap.

Emma retrieved the enema kit from the bathroom, her mind focused on the task at hand. She rummaged through the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of lube, a nozzle, and a tube of Fleet enema solution. She filled the enema bag with warm water, added the Fleet solution, and hung it on the hook above the bathtub.

"This might be a little cold," Emma warned, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto her fingers.

She pressed the slick digits against Rosy's asshole, circling the sensitive skin until it was well-coated and slippery. Rosy bit her lip, her body tensing as Emma's fingers slid inside her.

"Fuck, Emma," Rosy hissed, her hands balling into fists. "That's...feels weird."

Emma chuckled, her voice low and sultry. "Relax, baby. I promise it won’t hurt."

She worked her fingers in and out of Rosy's ass, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.

Rosy's breath hitched in her throat, her body tensing as she adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation.

"Emma, fuck," Rosy gasped, her hips squirming against Emma's touch. "That feels...strange."

Emma smirked, her fingers still working in and out of Rosy's tight hole. "Just wait, baby. It's about to get a lot stranger."

She picked up the enema bag, turned it on, and watched as the warm, soapy solution began to fill the tube. She guided the nozzle to Rosy's ass, pressing it gently against her puckered hole.

Rosy tensed, her fingers gripping the sheets tighter. "Breathe, Rosy," Emma instructed, her voice soothing yet firm. "It'll help you relax."

Rosy took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as Emma began to push the nozzle inside. She winced at the initial intrusion, but as the warm liquid began to fill her, she felt a strange, uncomfortable fullness.

"Emma, that's...weird," Rosy grunted, her body squirming slightly.

Emma chuckled, her free hand rubbing circles on Rosy's lower back.

"Just relax, sweetheart. You're doing great."

Rosy closed her eyes, trying to focus on Emma's soothing touch rather than the strange sensation of being filled with warm liquid. She let out a shaky breath, her body beginning to adjust to the intrusion.

As the bag emptied, Emma guided the nozzle out of Rosy's ass, a trail of soapy water dripping onto the bedsheets. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with approval. "Hold it in for a few minutes, and then you can go to the bathroom."

Rosy nodded, her body still tensed from the experience.

Emma helped her to her feet, guiding her to the bathroom. "Alright, you can let it out now," she said, her voice soft yet authoritative.

Rosy leaned against the bathroom wall, shaking slightly as she released the enema. She let out a sigh of relief as the warm liquid emptied from her body, leaving her feeling strangely light and clean.

Emma watched her, a mix of concern and arousal playing across her face. She couldn't deny the effect Rosy had on her, the way her body reacted to the sight of her roommate, vulnerable and flushed.

The enema had been a necessity, but Emma couldn't shake off the primal urge that had stirred within her as she'd coaxed the nozzle into Rosy's tight ass.

Rosy flushed the toilet and turned to face Emma, her cheeks still pink from the warmth and embarrassment. Emma watched as she wiped herself clean, her eyes lingering on the curve of Rosy's hips, the swell of her breasts.

"Feel better?" Emma asked, her voice hoarse with desire.

Rosy nodded, her eyes meeting Emma's in the mirror. "Yes , I feel a bit better actually .

She looked at Emma in the mirror , her eyes reflecting the desire that was building between them .

Emma took a step closer , her heart pounding in her chest . She could see the pulse fluttering at the base of Rosy's neck , could smell the scent of her arousal mingled with the soap from the bathroom .

“Go get some sleep “ Emma said as she gave a little swap on the girl right cheek  , her voice barely a whisper .

“Emma, wait,” Rosy said , her voice a soft plea . Her eyes met Emma’s in the mirror , those big brown eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty .

“What do you want , Rosy ? ” Emma asked , her voice a low growl . She could feel the heat radiating off Rosy’s body , could see the way her nipples were hardening beneath the thin fabric of her bra .

Nothing said rosy, I just wanted to say thank you for taking care of me: “You’re the best”