Taking her back to the dressing table Kevin sat heavily on its tiny metal framed stool and maneuvered Jessica into his lap. She fought his every move, but with sheer force of will he wrested the ball back into her mouth and fastened it into place. Another minute of struggling and she found herself face down over one of his knees with the other resting firmly over her legs, holding her in place.

"It's bad enough that you refuse to accept that you need attention, regardless of the fact that you could be making yourself seriously ill," he growled furiously over her, "but, damn it, Jessica Marie Kenhill, you have reached the absolute limit. If you insist on behaving like a spoiled child then, by God, I will treat you like one."

With that he delivered a hard, stinging smack to her bare buttocks.

"Mmmmmf!" she cried in shock, trying to twist away. This wasn't in play. He wasn't holding anything back.

"You... will... lie... still... and... behave!" he commanded, punctuating each word with another smack.

"Mmmmuuuummmm," she sobbed. Her rear was on fire and her resistance was gone. All she wanted was for him to stop.

He finally did, after half a dozen more spanks. Then he pulled her up and carried her unresisting back to the massage table where he dropped her on her stomach.

"Do not move."

That thought was the furthest thing from her mind. All else forgotten, Jessica was only glad that he hadn't dropped her on her back. Even the fluffy towels couldn't have softened the impact. She lay still, as he insisted, whimpering softly at the fire in her backside.

A few minutes passed and suddenly she felt something cool and moist touch her red hot cheeks. Twisting her head around, she watched her husband squeeze another glob of cool white lotion on the brilliant red globes and tenderly smooth it around. It leached the fire and soothed the sting. Presently, she dropped her face back to the table and closed her eyes to relish the sensation.

When he was finished Kevin patted each cheek lovingly and came to pull the hair from her face. The auburn strands were damp with tears.

"Stop crying," he ordered gently. "And roll on your side for Daddy."

This time Jessica obeyed. She had no choice. Sniffling, she turned so that her back was to him and the wall.

"That's my baby girl. Now lie still and don't move."

Obedient, she lay and listened. She could hear Kevin moving behind her and down beneath the table. Soon she felt his hand slip under her side.

"Arch up a little," he instructed.

She did and a wide leather belt was pulled around her and buckled about her narrow waist. The discipline belt. She started to shift in protest, but a light slap to her sore rear stilled her instantly. Another, thinner belt was then buckled around her uppermost thigh, just above her knee, followed by third which held her opposite ankle to the table.

"Pull your knee up," came the inevitable command. "As far as you can."

Rebellion stirred again and she started to lock it, but Kevin anticipated this and threw his arm around it, bending it for her. Without another word, he snapped a hook dangling from the leg strap to one of the rings on the front of the waist belt. She was now exposed and completely defenseless against him, her left foot resting against the top of her right thigh. Just to make sure, however, two addition straps were linked to the belt, one on each side, and secured somewhere under the table, preventing her from twisting away from his ministrations. Despite her horrors and fears, Jessica couldn't help but admire his preparedness. He must have spent all afternoon planning and arranging this. This and her punishment, she recalled dismally. "Alright," he spoke at last, staying out of sight behind her. "We're going to start soon, but first I want you to listen to me very carefully. I know you're not used to taking anything back here," he patted her bottom, "so I picked the smallest size nozzle I could find. It still may hurt some so I want you relax and do everything I say, alright baby?"

He waited for her nod.

"Good. Now Daddy is going to clean you out. That's what this first enema is for."

Jessica jerked against her bindings in alarm. First enema? What did he mean?

"Easy, baby." Kevin's hand settled on the side of her head while the other stroked her back and shoulder. "It's not so bad. Once your clean, I have to use the medicine. Just a little, I promise."

When he was satisfied she was calm again, Kevin moved away from her. A moment later she heard a faint squishing noise and felt his hand on her backside. Fingers pulled her cheeks apart and something cool and sticky touched her anus. She stiffened.

"Easy, now," Kevin's voice purred soothingly. "Relax. Daddy doesn't want to hurt you."

Then his finger was pressing at her sphincter. Well coated with K-Y, it slipped into her, probing and wiggling, until it was buried to the hilt. Twisting it around, he thoroughly lubricated her insides. As it moved within her, filling her strangely, Jessica was horrified to feel a slight stirring of sensation that had no place in the midst of a medical procedure. She clamped down on the ball gag, for the first time thankful that it was there.

Seeming oblivious, Kevin withdrew his finger. Jessica tensed and waited for the hard plastic of the nozzle, but gasped in surprise when she felt his finger, freshly coated, back and pressing for entrance. This time it slipped in easily despite her clenched muscles. At the same time, she felt another, inquisitive, finger creeping up the back of her thigh.

"Mmmmmf!" She shook her head and bucked.

With her legs tied she could do nothing to stop him. Helpless, she felt her husband's finger touch lightly against her sex and then probe deeper.

"Interesting," he murmured.

Jessica closed her eyes and ducked her head in shame.

"Daddy's little girl is definitely getting damp." For emphasis he ran his finger down the back of her leg, letting her feel the moisture, all the while sliding his other finger in and out of her in a slow steady rhythm. "Do you like this, baby?"

She shook her head an emphatic no.

Kevin laughed and withdrew his hands. This time when they returned it was to spread her cheeks wide apart. In an instant, she felt the hard tip of the enema nozzle press against her tight entrance.

"Breath deeply and push out for Daddy," Kevin instructed her, all humor gone now.

She did and felt herself spreading wider. The end of the nozzle was fatter than his finger and stretched her uncomfortably. Jessica groaned and the nozzle stopped. Kevin let the tip sit within her a few minutes, until she was accustomed to it, then he pressed it forward again. Slowly, but surely, the intruder filled her completely.

"Better?" Kevin asked, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

Reluctantly, Jessica agreed that it was, one slow nod.

"That's good," he cooed. "Daddy doesn't want to hurt you. He wants you to be comfortable. He wants his baby girl to feel good again."

She would, she thought. Just as soon as this was over and done with.

But Kevin didn't share her viewpoint. He circled around the table, coming into her line of vision for the first time, and Jessica was startled then quickly apprehensive at the heightened color in his face and the obvious excitement in his eyes.

"God, Jess, you can't believe how good you look right now," he declared, moving toward her feet and craning his neck to view the protruding nozzle.

"Mmmmmmf!" She twisted and glared at him. This was so humiliating! She was trussed up, about to be flooded and cleansed against her will, and he was hanging on every second of it.

Tipping his head, Kevin looked her in the face again, obviously concerned. He came and crouched until he was eye level with her. "Does it hurt?" he asked seriously.

She shook her head, knowing better than to lie, but let her feelings be known through the muffling gag.

Kevin grinned. "Only your pride, huh?"

She squeaked and glared.

"Remember, Jess," he laughed, wagging a finger in her face. "You brought this on yourself. Now tell me that you aren't enjoying this, even a little."

She shook her head furiously.

"We'll see," he said cryptically. Then added in all seriousness, "You know, some people do find this sort of thing arousing, erotic even. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Her eyes widened in horror, but he was already gone, moving back around her.

"It's time," he announced. "Just relax, baby, and let Daddy take care of you. If you start to cramp just breath quick and shallow until it passes."

Somewhere behind her there was a soft click and suddenly the warm soapy water was rushing into her bowels.

It was the same sensation! The sensation she had so long ago abhorred and Jessica began to thrash in her limited range of movement. Still, there was nothing she could do. The water kept coming, filling her, stretching her, exciting her.

"Relax, baby, relax," Kevin held on to her, soothing her. "It's all right. You're doing great."

A cramp hit and she cried into the gag before remembering his instructions. She breathed as he had told her and the cramp passed. God, she felt the need to relieve herself as she never had before!

"Mmmmmf! Mmmmmmf!" she implored.

"You're nearly halfway done." Kevin's words were hardly comforting.

Suddenly she felt his hand on the back of her thigh, moving slowly, caressing upward. What was he...? It ran over her cheeks, kneading them, then slowly moved lower, heading inward.

"Mmmf! Mmmf! Mmmf!" she protested.

"It's alright. Daddy's going to help."

Alarmed, Jessica recognized the unmistakable sultry note in her husband's voice.

"Daddy wants to make his baby girl feel good," he continued, purring the words in a husky whisper.

She kept protesting, begging, but it did no good. As the water continued to rush into her, Kevin's fingers found their mark, probing into the soft folds of her sex, stroking the moistened lips, parting them, slipping deeper, searching tenderly until they found the swollen bud of her clit.

"MMMnnnnn!" She wailed when he took it gingerly between his fingers, stroking it gently with his thumb. At the same time she felt the hard nozzle between her cheeks begin to move, being pulled slowly outward and pushed slowly back in again.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm." She was completely helpless now. Her aroused body was taking control. Involuntarily her hips begin to move, rocking back and forth.

In response to her movements, Kevin increased the pressure on her throbbing nub and moved the nozzle faster, matching the rhythm with the friction of his thumb.

"Almost done," he murmured. "Stay with Daddy, baby. There's my precious girl."

Out of control, and helpless to stop it, she thrashed wildly against her bindings. The sensations rising beneath the skillful manipulation of her clit, the pressure building in her bowels, the movement against her anus, the restrictiveness of her bonds, her total inability to resist, all combined within the center of her being, pushing her higher and higher toward the overwhelming, all encompassing need for total release.

Suddenly a tidal wave crashed over Jessica with a force that rocked her. Her back arched, her body convulsed, her limbs stiffened and spasmed. From deep inside, wave after wave of intoxicating pleasure washed over her, drowning her in a tide of sheer euphoria. For an eternity it held her rigid, immobile, completely at its mercy, until finally it released her exhausted and trembling back into her own care.

Dazed and frightened, Jessica lay shivering in the aftermath of one of the most intense storms she had ever experienced, barely registering sensation of the nozzle being pulled from within her. Something else took it it's place, hard and stubby. It slid in, a bit painfully, and her sphincter closed around it.

"Mmmmmuuuummm?" she whimpered, opening her eyes.

"Hush, baby." Kevin was crouched in front of her again, that particular smile on his face and his eyes full of love. "You're doing so wonderful. That was so spectacular."

Her mind returning, she squirmed in shame at her body's betrayal and whined at the discomfort inside of her, the fullness and the pinching.

Her husband shushed her and stroked her brow. "Lie still now. You still have to hold your water for a while, but I used a plug to help you keep it in. I know it doesn't feel good, but you just rest and let it do the work."

Easier said than done. With each passing moment, as her body returned to normal levels, the need to relieve herself grew, obliterating all else. She began to plead insistently through the gag.

Kevin ignored this, whispering soft words of encouragement, until, too many long minutes later, just when she felt she could stand no more, he finally rose and began to unfasten the straps. He gently straightened her knee, attentively massaging the stiff muscles as he worked. Once he was satisfied, he helped her to sit, then to stand, and, at long last, supported her into the adjoining privacy room and onto the toilet. When he bent her forward and pulled the plug from her, Jessica thought she would die from the bliss of relief.

Kevin left her there, huddled as she was, to "make sure it was all out" while he went to prepare for the administration of her medication. She had whimpered at the thought, but there was no fear of her bolting. Besides captive wrists and locked doors, she was simply too drained. Her forced orgasm had taken any last shed of resistance she might have been harboring. Refusing to dwell on the memory, all she could do was she sit and wait for her husband to retrieve her.

After Kevin returned and cleaned her, he helped her back into the dressing area where he walked her around for a few minutes to get the circulation flowing again. Then he carefully lifted her to the table and, despite her weak attempts to protest, resecured the bindings.

The second treatment, the medication, was similar to the first only in that it was anal. There was no bag this time, just a squat bottle holding about a pint of clear fluid. The end of the bottle was an angled tapered spout that slipped a mere two inches into her. By holding it inverted, Kevin had only to squeeze it gently to empty its contents. Again he used the uncomfortable plug to help her hold it, this time for a full fifteen minutes so the drug in the solution could be absorbed. Though her second purge wasn't nearly as dramatic as the first, it still left her weak and leaning sideways against the wall when he finally allowed her to relieve herself.

"Oh Jess, you did so wonderfully," he praised, once he had her sitting back on the table. "You see, there was nothing to get so worked up about. It's all over now, at least for a while."

Jessica blinked, registering the meaning. Yes, she recalled, Goodrue had mentioned that the treatment had to repeated every other day during the first week and then once a week for the next three. After that a single treatment a month would suffice to keep her pain free. She couldn't stop another flood of tears.

Kevin gathered her close and smiled his tender, loving smile. "I know," he whispered, rocking her. "But it's all for the best. You'll see."

While she shivered against him, needing his comfort, he gently removed her gag. She took a deep shuddering breath and worked her jaw, but made no other move, even after he had done the same with the cuffs.

Leaning her back, he cupped her chin. "Are you ready for your bath now?" he asked kindly.

Not that it mattered, she still managed to nod.

Kevin left her then to go touch up the bath with a fresh dose of hot water and a few drops of rose scented perfume. When he returned he swept her into his arms, kissed her, and carried her to the tub.

The bath was wonderful after the trauma of the last half hour. Jessica sat, soaking up the blissful heat, while Kevin ran a soft cloth over her, washing her thoroughly. It was something he always insisted on when she was under his control and she wouldn't have changed it if she could. For some reason being bathed like a child filled her with the warmest sense of security. She loved the way he lifted each limb, the way he lathered her lingeringly, paying special attention to her sensitive breasts, the way he stood and bent her to caress between her legs, and most of all, the way he gathered her into his lap and toweled her dry when he was finished. Leaning against him, wrapped warmly against his chest, she was sorry to realize it was over.

"Time for bed," Kevin announced, speaking for the first time since he had lifted her from the water.

Blinking heavily, she looked at him in surprise. It was still early. Was this truly all he had in store for her?

Reading her look, her husband laughed. "There's always tomorrow," he teased.

Yet he was also serious. Too tired to really care, Jessica let him bring her to her feet. Instantly a wave of vertigo seized her and she stumbled. Through the spinning in her head, she heard him call to her and felt him lift her into his arms.

"Its the medication." His words finally registered meaningfully.

Off her feet some of the strange sensation was beginning to abate.

"Marcus said it would likely make you drowsy. You've had a big day. It's no wonder it's left you exhausted."

Jessica was shifted around and heard the faint click of the lock. A moment later she was being laid on their bed. She opened her eyes to look up at him.

Kevin was sitting beside her. "You've been very good, baby, but I don't want you to leave me just yet," he said, watching her blink sleepily. "Daddy still has to get you ready for bed."

In an ethereal haze, Jessica watched him rise and go to the chest at the foot of the bed. A pillow, maybe, and some covers she hoped. Instead, he returned with several soft leather straps she had come to know well and a large cardboard box she had never seen before. He laid the straps aside and set the box on the bed beside her. It was marked with the logo of the adult toy store downtown that they most often ordered from, Frawling Supplies Unlimited.

"I saw these in the catalog today," he told her, bending the flaps open. "When I was ordering the gag. They're so cute, Jess, I just couldn't resist. So as long as I was going through the trouble of a special delivery...." He looked up at her with a boyishly delighted grin, paused for dramatic effect, then reached inside, and pulled out....

.... a DIAPER?!

Jessica shook her fuzzy head and blinked rapidly, sure she was mistaken.

She wasn't!

There it was, offered obscenely before her, an oversized plastic pink diaper, stenciled with pink and white bunnies, complete with elastic gatherings and resealable tabs. Oh, no! No! No! No!

"What do you think?" he grinned, turning it this way and that.

She thought it was the most horrible thing she'd ever seen, that's what she thought. But his flushed excitement told her that voicing that opinion would not only be futile, it would be dangerously unwelcome.

Not that she had too. Still grinning, Kevin chucked her under the chin. "Fitting, wouldn't you say?" he asked lightly, aware of her aversion. "You're behavior's been childish, so I've decided to act accordingly." When he moved away to place the box, and God knew how many more of the offending items, on the floor, Jessica glanced at the door. She would never make it, she decided dismally. Besides the fact that she was horribly weak was the sure knowledge that it was still locked. Helpless, defeated, she looked backed at her husband.

Kevin was watching, reading her thoughts. He smiled at her wisdom then leaned over the bed, one knee on the edge, and patted her thigh. "Spread your legs for Daddy. There's a good girl. Now raise your bottom."

Reluctantly, she did. The diaper slid under her and Kevin's hand on her abdomen pushed her back down on the softly padded lining. He pulled the front flap up and over her and sealed it tight with the tabs.

"Daddy's baby," he murmured appreciatively, shaking his head at the tears in her eyes. This was beyond humiliating.

"Now," he said more briskly, picking up the leather straps. "Stomach or back? You're choice."

Stomach, definitely. She would be much more comfortable that way, as comfortably as she could be wearing a diaper. She rolled to her stomach, horribly conscious of the way it bunched and gathered between her legs. Without prompting she spread them and stretched her arms over her head.

"Good girl," Kevin praised her initiative. He then took each strap, a long leather belt with special fastening at either end, and made bands around each of her wrists and ankles. Next, he secured them to the four bed posts. They would keep her in place, but not completely immobile. He had left enough slack to allow her legs almost complete freedom while her arms could move comfortably without the risk of her being able to unfasten the opposite wrist. A pillow appeared and was tucked under her head and a blanket pulled to her shoulders.

"I'll be sleeping in the bedroom next door," Kevin informed her.

Rising, he placed a kiss to her cheek and a pat on her diapered bottom. A moment later she heard the click of the lock and the lights went out.

"Sleep well, baby."

Another click and she was alone. Burying her face in the pillow, Jessica sobbed softly until the irritable pull of exhaustion dragged her into welcoming oblivion.