NOTE: This is not a story. It really is a diary of sorts and the details and events are really happening.
I lay quivering on my tummy over the bathroom chair. “Did you have to lay on your tummy like this when Daddy gave you the enema?
I bit down on my lower lip, “Yes,” I pouted. Bobby’s hypnotic questions were transporting me to that afternoon when my Daddy really had laid me over the bathroom chair. Looking up I watched as Bobby lubricated the enema nozzle with Vaseline. “Did your Daddy use a big enema nozzle like this?” The Vaseline made the thick bulb on the nozzle shinny and whimpering I remembered how slippery and sticky my bottom had felt for hours after my Daddy had finished my enema.
Bobby knelt behind me. His hands were warm as he gently parted my tights.
“Did Daddy make you open your legs real wide? His fingers played with my openings and moaning I opened my legs wider and pushed my bottom up to accommodate his manipulations. His finger slipped between my cheeks and teasing my anus he asked, “Is this were Daddy but the enema in?”
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Daddy put the enema way up inside my bummer.” Even though I could not see it I could emotionally feel the bulging, moist heavy enema bag hanging over me.
“Patty, are you going to be my good little enema girl? Are you going to take Daddy’s enema like good little girl?” I suddenly realized that my bum cheeks were open and the slippery enema tip was resting against the entrance to my rectum.
I suddenly began to cry because I was Daddy’s little enema girl. I wanted to be a good girl for my Daddy and for Bobby. I tried to relax but I was shivering.
“What am I going to do, Patty? Tell me!” Bobby’s voice was soft but firm and commanding.
“You’re going to give your little girl an enema.” Tears were streaming down my face. The slippery enema tip was bushing slowly inward. I tightened my bottom as though I could stop the intrusion.
Bobby slapped my bare up turned bottom. “Patty, I expect you to take your enema like a good little girl. Do I need to give you a sound spanking too?”
“NO!” This was suddenly real. I was with my Daddy and I wanted to be a good girl. I relaxed and the enema nozzle slipped effortlessly up into my rectum. A wet warmth began to fill my bottom. I was Bobby’s little enema girl!
NOTE: I wish I could have told you this in real time. They may close school because of the virus so that may give me more time. Bobby is not calling me his Little Enema Girl and we did finally have anal intercourse. It was fantastic. I still do not like taking enemas and I think it is the fact that I am always afraid I will not be able to hold it. Plus elimination is very personal. But it looks like I will be getting a lot of enemas anyway. LOL