I started to fill the sink with warm water. I sloshed the Ivory around in the sink, then let it float on its own. Hally wiped her butt, climbed off the toilet and walked over to where I was sitting, getting things ready. "Daddy, hold me, please" she whined. I spread a towel over my left leg, and patted it. She sat her bare bottom on the towel, and reached her arms around me. "There, there, little one, it's going to be OK" I patted her back, and held her. "Is it going to hurt?" she whined. "No, it shouldn't hurt. Hally's a big girl now, and can take this thing." I waved the syringe. She cried into my shoulder. "What is the problem, little one?" I asked. She sniffed. "I guess I should have told you about this before. But you're sooo kind, and sooo gentle, and I was afraid that you would reject me because of it," she sobbed. "Do you mean the enemas?" I asked. "Yes, that and all these things" she whimpered. "Don't be a silly little goose! I don't mind taking care of my Baby Hally, and I hope that you don't mind 'little Roy', who may show up from time to time for some attention from Nurse Hally" I said, holding her gently on my lap. "Yeah, that will be good, I guess..." she smiled. "How do you want me for my nenema?" she asked, her tears drying away. "How did your Mum give them to you?" I asked. "I got them from a bag, half the time on my back, half the time on all fours leaning down; knee-chest I think they call it." "Alright, then, on your hands and knees, then down to the knee-chest position" I said. "Just down on the bathmat there" I pointed. She obediently climbed off my knee, and proceeded to get into position. "Is this right, Daddy?" she asked. I stared at her backside, the beautiful sight which I had longed for, waited for, for so many months. "Yes dear, it is exactly right," I said. Another glove on my right hand, a little Vaseline, then relubricate her beautiful nether region, finishing up with a few slips in and out with my index finger. "ooooh Daddy" she squealed. Then, I drew a syringe full of soapy water, lubricated the tip, gently slid it along the crack to the right place and slowly pushed it in. "Daddeee oooooo" she whispered. Then I started to squeeze. About three quarters of the way through the first syringe full, she started to whine "Oh, Daddy, I'm getting full, I'm getting full, Daddy" she started to speak quickly. "That's the idea, little one" I said, slowing my rate of squeeze. "Oh Daddy, please, please, can I go now?" her voice rising with tension. "But dear, you've had very little" I explained. "Now, Daddy, PLEASE" she escalated her whine. "OK, you can give it a try; but if it's not enough, next time you'll have to take more" I warned her. "Yes, Daddy, anything, but NOW, PLEASE!" she said, very urgently. I gently slid the nozzle of the syringe out of her little hole. She straightened up quickly,clenching her butt tight. Using 'baby steps', she hobbled over to the toilet bowl, flipped her leg over the far side, quickly squatted on the bowl, facing the wall again. I watched in fascination as there were a few squirts, then a big turd (obviously very hard) squeezed out slowly. "AaaAAH" she screamed softly. This was followed by a bunch of less solid turds almost at breakneck speed. She hung onto the tank for dear life as turds and liquid kept flowing from her little hole. 'How could someone so small hold so much?' I wondered. 'No wonder she was so cranky; it must have been a hell of a tummy ache!' "That feels a lot better," she said. "Just stay there for a while, Baby; then we'll do your rinse, cleanup and it's time for your nap" I said. "Yes, Daddy" she said obediently. Every few seconds, more turd flowed forth. She grunted and groaned a bit and more showed forth. I drained the sink, and started drawing fresh water for her rinse enema. "I normally don't get constipated; but when I do, it's a real doozy" she said. "It's nice that Baby Hally can rely on her Daddy for help." Another grunt, more turd. 'Where did she store it all?' I wondered. "Any time you want, my pet; just tell me that Baby Hally needs some help, and Daddy will be there," I said. "Right" she said. One more grunt, and another turd. "You better flush, dear, we don't want to plug the toilet," I said. Obediently she stood and hit the flush lever. The toilet sloshed and gurgled and sloshed and gurgled, and I was beginning to worry, but suddenly it emptied. "Hit it again when it's finished filling; you really loaded her up" I said. She squatted back onto the bowl and smiled at me as yet another soft turd flew forth. She hit the flush lever, and the toilet sloshed and gurgled a bit, but flushed much faster than the first time. "What do you think, Baby?" I asked. "Just about" she said. "Give me a few minutes. Roy, you deserve a real special reward for this service (grunt plop), so after Baby Hally's nap (No, I didn't forget, see?) (farrt, grunt, plop) Nurse Hally will come by to see what she can do for 'little Roy'." One last grunt, and she hit the flush lever, and the toilet flushed at normal speed. She smiled generously, and I started to wonder about things to come. She wiped vigorously, tossed the wipe into the toilet, and stood up, looking very refreshed. Once again, she seemed like the Hally of a week ago. "Where now, Daddy?" she asked. "Back on your hands and knees, Baby," I said. "Right" she said, and climbed down into position. "Is this right?" she asked. "Yes, my dear, just about perfect" I said, in awe of the beautiful sight. A shot of Vaseline on the glove, a quick slide up, down and in and out; and then the nozzle slid into place. "Go, Daddy, Go," she said. I started to squeeze, and noticed that there was much less resistance than there was the first time, and very shortly, the first syringeful was in. Hally was humming. I slid the nozzle out ("Oh" she said), refilled the syringe and slid it home again ("Aaaahhhh" she said). I squeezed this one in taking about the same time as the last one, and slid it back out ("Hmmm" she said.) Refill again, and slid the nozzle in, and started to squeeze. "How much do you normally take, little one?" I asked. "Mummy used to give me a half a bag-full," she said. "Well we're getting close to that," I said as I refilled the syringe for the 4th time. "Hally's doing fine, Daddy; I'll let you know...ow...ow I guess I've just about had it, Daddy" "Good enough, Babe. And because this is a rinse, you can climb aboard any time," I said. "Thanks, Daddy; here I go" she said, and climbed back upright and gently squatted over the toilet bowl. The water sprayed out in a solid stream, a few little lumps punctuating the flow. She sat there for a while; a few dribbles flowed by, then another rush. "Oh, Daddy, this feels so good," she bubbled. "Yes, dear, you were obviously very constipated," I said. "Yes, Daddy, I guess I should have told you before" she said. She gave a little grunt, and a couple of squirts passed. "I think I'm done, Daddy." "Alright, wipe yourself, and climb off, so Daddy can check." She did so, and I looked in the bowl; it was the color of dark gravy; with only a few lumps. "One more, Baby; back in position" I said. "Alright Daddy" she said "and Daddy, can I have a bit more lube this time?" "Sure, little one" I said. 'I see' I thought. Accordingly, I placed extra Vaseline on my gloved forefinger, and slathered it around the exterior of the orifice, then pumped some in, massaging it thoroughly with my finger. "How's that, Baby" I asked. "Just right, Daddy; Lay on, MacDuff!" she quipped. I slid the syringe home, and squeezed. After four more, on the sixth one, she said "Daddy, I think that's it... OK?" "Alright, Baby, you can go now, if you wish" "OK, Daddy," she said, and climbed into the vertical position, then squatted over the toilet bowl. Her face was virtually beaming. She MUST have been feeling pretty rough before. The water streamed rapidly into the bowl, interrupted a few times for he colon to rearrange itself. After two minutes without any further emissions, she wiped herself and stood up. "Check this, Daddy" she said proudly. I looked, and the water only had a pale yellow tinge, and no artifacts. "Well, I guess you are finished your nenemas for today, my sweet. Into position for you final cleanup, dear" I said. "What?" she said. This was something that she hadn't done before. "Well, before I can put you down for your nap, we have to make sure that you are clean 'down there'" I said. "Ohh" she said, "Mummy never worried about that; but Daddy knows best. Same position?" "Yeah for this time; we may rearrange things in the future," I said. "OK" she said, and scampered onto the bathmat. I lathered a warm water washcloth, and gently washed her backside and her front side. Then I took another cloth, and washed off the soap. "Oh, Daddy, that feels heavenly," she said. "Yes, baby; Baby is now freshened up" I said. I gently dried the areas I had washed, and put just a dab of Vaseline on her little hole. "If I had some Baby Powder, I'd be able to finish this properly; but that's the one thing I forgot to buy" I said. "No problem, Daddy, I brought mine" she said. 'Aha, she has Baby Powder, maybe she likes to play with Baby' I thought. "OK, we're done here; back to the bedroom" I said. She bounced up and headed ahead of me, and handed me a large container of Baby Powder as I walked into the bedroom. "Up on the bed, sport" I said "and lay on your back with your butt on the pillow". She dutifully climbed on the bed, and slowed, laid down as directed. "OK, spread your legs out a bit" I said, and she spread them wide. I sprinkled Baby Powder over her lower abdomen, and down into her well exposed folds. I gently spread it out with my hand (having discarded the glove before I left the bathroom). "OK, sweet, roll over" I said. She did, and I gave a nice layer of Baby Powder to her rear crease as well. "What's wrong, Baby? You were so happy before we came to the bed," I asked. "It's the 'patula, Daddy; I'm 'fraid of the 'patula" she said in her little girl voice. "I used to 'get it' whenever I was bad. Right up until I was sixteen. Whenever I got caught doing things that Mum and Dad said I shouldn't do, some wrong, some not so wrong, I always got punished with the spatula, a good ten or twenty strokes on the bare behind. So now, whenever I do something I know I shouldn't, I know I should get punished, and should have to endure those ten or twenty strokes to atone for being bad. When you brought it out today; I know you didn't mean to cause me grief, you had no way of knowing what it meant to me. When I saw it this morning, I realized that I should be punished for the way I treated you the last two days. Then, during your tender care for my condition, you were so considerate, and kind, that I felt even more that I deserved to be punished. I had pushed it to the back of my mind until we came back to the bed, and I saw 'it' again. That's what vaporized my mood. And it made me realize that before Baby Hally is put down for her nap, she should be punished for being so mean to Roy. You even said that this was the perfect spanking position." She gave a little sniff. I had never expected this! But to reject it would be to reject Hally's values, and those values are a big part of why I love her. So, to show her that I really care, I have to spank her bottom bare... there may be a slogan in that somewhere. "Well, Daddy?" she sniffed. She was obviously gambling that I would let her off without punishment. "Yes, Baby, you know that you deserve it" I sighed, as I reached over and picked up the spatula. "No, No, No, Daddy, Please" her little girl voice tore at my heart. "Yes, Yes, Yes, Hally; let this remind you that you shouldn't visit your misery on others" I said firmly. She started to cry even before the first stroke. I wanted to be not too hard; her own conscience was already doing the bulk of the punishing; but she had to know it was genuine; so, at a metered pace I started smacking her luscius behind with the spatula: Whap ("Yowllll") Whap ("Mahahaaaa") Whap ("No no no ahaaa ahaa ahaa") Whap ("That hurts aaahaaaa") Whap ("PLEASE No aahaaahaaa") Whap ("Wahhaaaahaaaa") Whap ("mmaahaaahaaahaaa") Whap ("Waahaa ahaa ahaa") Whap ("Waa haaahaaa") Whap ("Ahaa Ahaa Ahaa") I paused. Well that's ten, and her beautiful little butt had a gentle rose glow, no blisters, no bruises, just rose glow, and Hally was bawling her eyes out. I felt strangely exhilarated. I had never spanked an adult before, never mind a female, and my own new wife, as well! There were stirrings of a new, unknown feeling within me. 'It's Time for the remainder' I thought. I cocked my arm, and started the next series, maintaining the same rhythm: Whap ("Maaahaaahaaahaaa") Whap ("Mmmhmmmhmmhmm") Whap ("Yaaahaahaaahaa") Whap ("Hooohooohaahaa") Whap ("Waaahaaahaaahaaa") Whap ("WaaaWaaahaaahaa") Whap ("Ahaaahaaahaaahaaa") Whap ("Maahaaahaaahaaa") Whap ("Aahaaahaaahaaa") Whap ("Haahaaahaahaaa"). The slaps rang in my ears. Looking at her huddled shaking body as she continued to cry, I felt that she had taken her punishment well. I felt tired, but I think it was the release of tension. I hoped that that was sufficient. I was no expert on the required depths of corporal punishment. More importantly, I hoped that the spanking would give HER closure. It really WAS more for her than me, something that I hadn't understood about spanking until just now. The glow of her backside had increased a few shades, but it was still far from bright red. It was more of a crimson. It seemed to radiate heat. "Well, Baby Hally?" I said as I walked to her side, and sat on the bed. She dragged herself upright, gingerly trying to minimize pressure on her behind, and embraced me, sobbing into my shirt. "I'm so sorry, Daddy" she sobbed. "Baby Hally's very very sorry, Daddy; really sorry Daddy, I'll try to be more considerate of others waahaaahaahaaaa." Her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers pressed into my chest as she clung onto me. She buried her face in my shoulder and cried for another two minutes; then gradually she slowed, and finally gave the few last sobs. "Yes, Baby Hally, Yes. There is only one more thing that you need to do before your nap" I said sternly. Now she was really afraid, because she had no idea what to expect. "What, Daddy?" she asked tentatively. I turned her head so I could kiss her, and delivered a long passionate kiss, during which I felt her body tone change from a tearful, punished child to a longing, passionate adult. She hugged me desperately. "Now lay on your back with your butt on the pillow." "Yes, Daddy" she sniffed dutifully, and she carefully ("ouch, ooh, owee") rearranged herself as asked. Although lying on her tender butt must have been more than a bit uncomfortable, I expected that she would soon be ignoring it as I draped my tongue down past her little folds and started to tease her already wet lower lips. "Oh, Daddee, YESSS." She grabbed my ears, starting to direct me.