Hally woke to the sound of the door being unlocked, and sat up in bed, holding the bedclothes around her. I came in the door with two shopping bags, one from the drugstore, one from a department store. "Good Morning, Sleepy head. Are you feeling any better after your nap?" I asked cheerfully. "No" she answered belligerently. "My tummy still hurts. Come give me a love," she said in the petulant tone of a suffering child. She looked so forlorn. With her blonde ponytails off the sides of her head, in her pink flannel pyjamas, she looked even younger than I had earlier imagined. I put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside doorknob, closed and locked the door, took off my jacket, and walked over to the bed. Sitting down beside her, I embraced her, and she wrapped her arms around me and hung on tight. "There, there," I said, "we'll get you fixed up." I patted her back. I felt her head nod on my shoulder. "I'll be good, I promise," she said in her little girl voice. "I really really love you." 'Still worried, I see' I thought to myself. "I love you Hally. I want to be with you forever" I tried to reassure her. She snuggled further into my arms, leaning her head on my chest. "How long has it been since you did a number two?" I asked, remembering my Mum's script. Hally spoke slowly into my chest. "I guess, let's see, um... " She danced around the answer. Does every kid do that? I wondered. "Well?" I gently pushed. "Last Thursday" she blurted out. "Hally, Hally, Hally," I sighed, rocking her a bit. "Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, four full days! You know better! What are we to do with you?" "I got so busy getting ready for the wedding, I just didn't have time," she whined penitently into my chest. "And the next thing I knew, here we were. I'm so soorrry! But from what you told me this morning, though, you know what to do with me." I could feel the smile in that last comment. "Yes I do; are you ready to get underway?" I asked, sliding my hands down her back. "Hold me just a little bit longer," she said softly. We sat and rocked a bit more; I could feel our bond getting stronger. Although completely new to me, this is obviously part of what she wants from our union. These things are so delicate that they are rarely discussed. WE certainly hadn't discussed them prior to now. The sound of a high pitched fart pierced the air. Through the thin flannel I had felt her tummy shift about once again. I felt my own gut reminding me that I, too, had been negligent Saturday and Sunday. Almost as a response to her high pitched call, my baritone flatulence escaped before I could stop it. "Oh, ho!" she said, brightening. "Does little Roy need some help too?" she asked, gleefully. "Uh, yeah, I guess" I answered falteringly. "Okay," she said, a little more positively. "Do you want me to help?" she asked, hope sounding through the question. "After we've seen to your needs, we'll see if it's necessary," I said in a business-like fashion. "But first, we have to deal with little Hally" I said, trying to reestablish the previous relationship. "Yes, Daddy" she responded in her little girl voice. "I'll be good, I promise," she said into my chest. "I love you very much, Hally," I said, stroking her back. "Yes, Daddy, er Roy, I love you too; I want you to take care of me as my Daddy when I need it, as my husband always" she responded. Waves of joy flowed through my body. "OK, out of bed, little one" I said. She climbed out onto the floor; still in her pink flannel pyjamas. We spread the covers back up over the bed so it was almost 'made'. I placed one of the pillows crossways in the center of the bed. I retrieved a bath towel from the washroom, and laid it over the pillow. "Get up on the bed, on your knees, lined up with the pillow, facing toward the head of the bed" I commanded. She obediently did so. "Is this right?" she asked. "Yes dear" I said. "Now I'm going to lower your pj's." "OK, Daddy" she said. I came up behind her and carefully lowered her pj bottoms to her knees. She was wearing a pair of white cotton underpants. With this view, my body started to arouse. "Now, your panties" I said. "Yes, Daddy" she said, a little more reluctantly. I carefully slid them down as well. I checked them; there was a little brown cloud inside the seat, and the front was definitely damp. I stared at her beautiful young backside; a view that I had waited years for. "Now Hally, I want you to lean forward onto elbows so your tummy is resting on the pillow." As she did so, my initial view of her beautiful backside as she bent forward drove my arousal further. She is definitely not a child! My heart again started to pound. My penis started to inflate. "Is this right, Daddy?" she asked. "Yes, dear, that's exactly right," I said, struggling to maintain my calm. The pillow being under her tummy raised her beautiful butt, and things were just about perfect in my mind. As her tummy was not raised that much, her buttocks in this position had closed, hiding the precious little entrance. But, of course, that's part of the process. She laid her head sideways on her forearms so that she could see to the side of her, and back towards me. "What are you looking at, Daddy?" she asked with a little grin. "Your beautiful ass, Hally" I said, "and it's in such a prime spanking position, too." "Daddy, oho, please don't tease Hally that way." She was playing now and enjoying it. "But you can't see all of it" she said. "I know, but we'll get to that" I said. "What's in the bag, Daddy?" she asked. "Well, let's see" I said as I pulled the items out one by one. "A box of latex gloves" "A jar of Vaseline" "An infant rectal thermometer" "An adult rectal thermometer" "A box of infant glycerine suppositories" "A box of adult glycerine suppositories" "A box of Gravol suppositories" "A bar of Ivory bath soap" "An adult 8 oz. rectal syringe" "A two quart bag and nozzle set, and" "A baking spatula with a 4 inch rubber head". As each item came out of the bag, Hally gave a little 'ooh' of wonderment, and her eyes became progressively bigger as we went along, finishing up with a look of alarm as the spatula came out. She immediately came on the defensive. "I'll be good, Daddy, put that away, please" she pleaded. She seemed very afraid of the spatula; more history there, I was now sure. "Just a reminder, Hally, just a reminder" I said. "I'll be good, I promise" she said earnestly, "What happens now?" "First, we'll check things out" I said. I slipped a latex glove onto my right hand. "Mummy used to do that, too" she said. I opened the Vaseline, and lubricated the first two fingers of the glove. "Now reach back with each hand and pull your buttocks to the sides, and hold them there. You don't have to make them real tight, just hold them back." She did so, revealing her beautiful little entranceway. "Like this?" she asked "Yes, that's just right," I said, straining to reign in my rising arousal at the incredible sight. For so many months I had longed for this sight; and now it was right here, right in front of me. It was so beautiful that I could have stopped right here, jacked myself off, and gone to sleep. But, no, there was work to do. Smiling, I dabbed a little Vaseline on her crack, and slid my index finger up and down it, and she moaned a little. After making sure that the whole external area was well lubricated, I placed a gentle pressure at what looked like the right area, and made a small circular motion. She seemed to be getting more aroused as well, and eventually, my index finger slipped into her, just a little at first, then further and further. "Ooooh, Daddy, Oooooh," she cooed. She started to move her butt around to emphasize the motion. "Yeah, Daddy, yeah" she coaxed. My index ran into something hard inside. "Yes, Hally, I seem to have found something" I said "We definitely have to do something about it". I slowly withdrew my gloved finger. Her little entranceway seemed reluctant to give up my finger, but it slipped out anyway. "You can relax for a minute," I said. She let go of her cheeks, which flopped back, closing off the entranceway, leaving nothing visible but the tantalizing crack. With a tissue, I wiped the brown smudge off the tip of my gloved index finger. "How was that?" I asked. "OK, Daddy. Did Hally's little hole check out?" she asked in that little girl voice which was driving me over the edge. "Yes, Hally, it checked out just fine," I said. "It's very nice; when did you last have it checked?" I asked, pushing my luck. "Welllll... my doctor was the last one to check it, at my spring checkup" she said. "Did you get checked often?" my curiosity burned the question out of me. "Mum used to check me when she thought I might need some 'ttention..." she said. "Besides Doctors and Mum, anyone else?" my arousal was driving me. "If Mum wasn't available I would try to get Dad to help me," she said glumly. "But he was really reluctant." "OK, sweet, time to take your temperature; reach back and hold your buttocks to the sides, just like before" I said. She complied, and I slid the well-lubricated bulb of the infant thermometer around the soft tissue of the entryway until the hole was found and then it slid slowly in. She gave a gentle "Mmmm" as it passed in. I held my hand across her globes, the end of the thermometer in my palm, just to keep it from coming back out. "Is this OK?" I asked. "Yes, it's just fine," she said "Hally Like!" she added with a mischevious little growl. "While we're waiting, why not tell me about how your Mum checked you... what positions did you take, and when, and stuff," I asked. "Well, Mum normally didn't use a setup like this, it would have taken too much time" she said. "She usually had me stand and bend over something... a counter, a chair, a table, the bathtub; and then she'd flip up my skirt, or pull down my slacks, whatever, then slip down my panties, and in would go the gloved finger. She was usually a lot faster than you. You are so gentle..." she tapered off. "You're sure that you don't mind doing this?" she asked. "Some people find it just gross." "No, I don't mind at all, Hally dear" I said. "I'm not one of those who find it gross. I just love to see you this way, and to 'play' with you is a dream come true. Did you ever get to tend anyone else?" I asked. "No," she replied, "but I've always wanted to..." she seemed to drift away into the past. "Sometimes I would play that my Big Stuffed Bear needed some 'ttention. But he was usually really reg'l'r, and not much company" she said wistfully. "So I have contented myself with myself, if you know what I mean. But it's lonely; I remember those times with Mum. We'd talk and joke sometimes while we waited together. Maybe we can share these times?" she asked tentatively. I remembered the big brown stuffed Bear. It was about 3 feet tall in a sitting posture, and was usually in one of Hally's large chairs in her sitting room. I had no idea that she 'played' with him in this fashion. "Yes, definitely; any time you feel you need some 'ttention, I'll be there for you" I said. Three minutes having gone by, I slowly slid the thermometer out of her backside. "You can relax for a minute," I said. She let go of her cheeks, which flopped back, again covering the entranceway. With a tissue, I wiped the brown off the tip of the bulb, and I checked the reading... 99.4, about normal. The infant thermometer was just the right size, Hally being on the small side. "How was that?" I asked. "OK, Daddy. Daddy is so gentle. Does Hally have a feber?" she asked, a worried tone creeping into her little girl voice. "No, I think that Hally is going to be fine, as soon as we take care of things" I said. "Good! Hally doesn't want to take any yucky medicine" indignantly in her little girl voice. "I once had to take medicine for an infection" adult Hally continued. "It tasted terrible. That's why Baby Hally doesn't want medicine. Of course, if it's necessary, there's no question, I will take it." "Did your Mum take your temperature rectally?" I queried. "Not normally" she said. "Only the doctors and nurses did me that way. But there were a few times when I was sick in bed." "How did she do it?" I asked. "Well, I was laying down, mostly on my side, sometimes on my tummy (like this), and sometimes on my back." "Hally, it's time for your suppository" I said firmly. "Yes, Daddy" she said meekly, sucking on her lower lip in anticipation. "Reach back and hold your buttocks to the sides, just like before" "Yes, Daddy." She did so, again revealing her luscious entryway. "Will it hurt?" she whined. "No, it shouldn't. Hally is a big girl now." "Yes, Daddy," she said, uncertainly. I drew the lubricated tip of the infant suppository on the soft tissue of the entryway until the hole was found, and it started to slide in. ("Mmmmm" she murmured.) Slowly it slid in, the hole widening as necessary, and finally, the gloved tip of my index finger followed, to ensure that the suppository had made it all the way in. "Oooh, Daddy" she cooed. I felt her inner ring suck the suppository away, and I gently withdrew my finger. "Ookay, Daddy" she said. "Now we have to wait for a while before you should go potty. But if you feel the urge before time is up, you let Daddy know, and if it's not too soon, you can go potty" I said. (I had picked the infant suppositories for Hally on the off chance that a small one might not be successful, thus necessitating additional 'nenemas'. Was that really that bad?) "How was that?" I asked. "Definitely better than Mum," she said. Aha, I thought, I'm gaining points already. This might become a regular part of our intimacy. "Did you receive them often?" I queried. "Sometimes Mum didn't want to take time to set up an enema, so she would give me some, two was the usual number." "Were they effective?" I asked. "Sometimes, but it was unpredictable," she said. "But Mum wasn't as gentle as Daddy. Boy, are you smooth! Hally Like!" she said, with yet another mischevious grin and growl. "How long do we have to wait?" she asked. "With these glycerines, at least 5 minutes" I said. "How did your Mum administer?" I asked. "Same as when she checked me," she replied. "Quite often it was subsequent to a check, and no change in position was necessary." "Did you get suppositories other than from your Mum?" I asked. "No, only from Mum," she said. "And because she wasn't as confident in their effectiveness as she was in other measures..." she emphasized the last two words. "It was usually the 'nenema for Hally" she said with resignation. "Did you ever get to 'play' with others?" she asked, smiling. "You know what I mean." Her wicked little grin peeked at me again. "No, I received all my anal attention from Mum, and assorted doctors and nurses. And I never had the chance of observing or 'practicing' on humans. I have long wanted to be on the giving end, if you know what I mean," I explained carefully, trying not to scare her. "You mean you learned all this from your Mum?" she asked. "Well, there was also an old nursing text, and the Home Health Guide; which I studied over and over again." I smiled. "I'll bet you did," Hally grinned. "Well, from my perspective you seem to be doing fine," she said. "But I am looking forward to a visit from Nurse Hally later today. I hope to learn about her techniques." I smiled back. "How about that!" her smile broadened. "I'm sure that she will take proper care of 'little Roy'". That possibility raised her spirits considerably. Was I ever surprised to hear of Hally's enema experience. She had never given me any indication of that type of familiarity. "OK, Hally, it's time to go to the toilet. Do you need any help getting up?" I asked. "This is so comfortable, Hally could just lay here all day... but I guess I have to get up now" she said. She slowly backed onto all fours; I'm sure she was teasing me, blasting her perfect little ass right in my face. She stopped there, and said "Daddy, pull up my panties please". I slowly slid the white panties back up over her glory. "Now my pj's, Daddy, please..." My hands were shaking, actually, vibrating as I slid the pj bottoms back up and over the white undies. My bride's beautiful little body, so close, so close... "Thanks, Daddy," she said. She took my hand to get upright over her knees, then climb down off the bed. She padded off into the bathroom, and I followed along, bringing the Vaseline, gloves, soap and syringe. "Daddy, can I take off my pj bottoms?" "Sure, little one" I said. She bent over, sliding the waistband to the floor, then returned upright, and stepped out of them. She picked them up and handed them to me. I tossed them out into the bedroom. She then slid off her panties, tossed them to me. Then she did something that fascinated me. I had never before seen anyone do this. She walked over to the toilet, flipped both the lid and the seat up, and climbed over and sat on the bowl facing the wall over the tank. There was a mirror on the wall behind the tank, so I could see her face, even though she was facing away from me. But the fascinating thing was that I could just about see her little hole. If anything came out of there, I'd see it. She peed, and then strained to pooh. "Just relax, little one, just relax, and let the natural urge happen" I said. "Where did you learn that position?" I asked. "Mummy insisted that I sit this way when I was having my BMs adjusted... that is, whenever she was watching after my 'nenemas'. She said to do this so that she could see how things came out... Isn't that funny, Daddy? How things come out?" she snickered. "Well, Hally darling, you don't HAVE to do it for me, but if you are comfortable, by all means..." I said. Wow! It just kept getting better. "I don't mind... I'm quite used to it," she said. "Don't you want to watch? Just to be sure?" she asked. "Yes, Hally, I want to watch, just to be sure" I said. She concentrated a bit, and some brown gravy seeped out, but nothing larger. She strained again, but nothing came forth. "Daddy, I don't think it's working... Daddeee" she wailed, tears welling in her eyes. She gave one more try, but again nothing more came forth. Then she started to sniff, and the tears started to roll down her little cheeks. "I guess four days is a bit too long, dear," I said.