I wanted to keep this diary/blog in real time but unfortunately all play and no work does not pay the bills. So, I am getting a little behind – pun not intended.
When Bobby got home I suddenly realized that we were going to do more then just talk about enemas! I was apprehensive as he unwrapped the package but the sight of the well-used, vintage enema bag from eBay excited me. The enema looked much like the enema bag my father had used but the red rubber on this bag was thick and heavy and the clamp was real metal and not cheap white plastic. The enema had obviously been used many times and I wondered if that enema had ever been used on a little girl like me. Written across the top of the enema box were the words Faultless Fountain Syringe and Bobby explained that was just a nice way to say “enema”! Beside the thick red rubber enema bag and long red rubber hose the box contained 4 enema or douche pipes. Bobby held up one that was thick with a bulbous tip and asked me if this was the type of enema nozzle my father had used. The question embarrassed me and I felt naughty when I answered, yes. I was very interested in and excited by the sight and feel of this old enema bag but I told Bobby that I did not want him to give me an enema. Bobby explained to me that “real” little girls sometime had to do things they did not want to do. He told me if I really wanted to be his little girl I would do as he asked. I must admit that I really did feel little and docile as he lead me into the bathroom for my enema.
As Bobby prepared my enema he kept asking me questions about the enema my Daddy had given me. Did Daddy completely fill the enema bag? Yes, I think so. My voice was soft and tinged with humiliation. Did Daddy hang the enema bag way up high on the shower rod? No, I pouted, from the towel rack. Did Daddy make me all bare? No, I whimpered, he just took my shorts and panties off. Did Daddy take them all the way off or did he only pull them down over my bottom? No, I said between sobs, he took them all the way off. I remember standing with my thighs tight together and my hands crossed in front trying to hide my hairless mound. Did Daddy lubricate the enema nozzle with Vaseline or KY jelly? I do not know, I stammered feeling little and tiny and even naughty. I think Vaseline because my bummer felt all sticky after Daddy finished giving me my enema. Did you take the whole bag or did Daddy have to give you several enemas before the bag was empty? I cried because I was scared that I would not be able to hold the warm water. Daddy used the enema three times before the bag was empty. Did Daddy give you the enema over his lap? No, Daddy made me lay on my tummy over the bathroom chair.
All of Bobby’s questions turned me into a whimpering little girl. As he unbuttoned the straps on my shorts I throw my arms around his neck in a tight hug as he pushed my shorts and panties down. Even though I still had on my T-shirt and socks I felt completely naked and childlike as Bobby hung the full old vintage enema bag from the towel rack. I was trembling as Bobby laid me on my tummy over our bathroom chair………….