I lay in bed, my eyes closed, listening to the rain rattle on the roof of the little cabin, and spatter against the window. I had heard Hally get up earlier and still heard her rummaging around in our small honeymoon cabin. "Some Honeymoon", I thought. "I wonder what excuse she is going to come up with next." Saturday night, after driving 200 miles after the reception, neither one of us had much energy left, so we both fell asleep without consummating our marriage. Sunday morning, she pushed aside my requests to play. We went to the beach and soaked up some wonderful rays of sun, and I daydreamed about how nice it will be to finally 'get intimate' with the beautiful little blonde girl that I had married. I watched her swim, and as she came out of the water, walking slowly towards me in a skimpy two piece bathing suit, I became quite aroused. There she was; five foot two, 110 pounds, all of it properly placed, a beautiful mouth, medium length blonde hair, and light blue eyes. 'Oh, yeah; it's time,' I thought, 'Is she getting a bit of a belly?' "Do you want to go back to the cabin?" I asked, smiling. "Let's just stay here and absorb the sun," she smiled back. I realized that I had just been told to wait until after sundown. We had refrained from intercourse before marriage; satisfying ourselves and each other with assorted rubbing; and had never even shared full nudity. I thought that now that we were married, we were supposed to 'get it on', and I was very frustrated and severely disappointed when Hally begged off any sex Sunday night, pleading illness. "I'm really not feeling well; I have a headache, I think I got too much sun" she whined. "And we're going to be here all week, remember." Both Mum and Dad had cautioned me to go slow and be considerate and caring of Hally's feelings; and I remembered the phrase 'in sickness and in health' from Saturday afternoon's ritual. But I was frustrated! So that brought us to Monday morning, and me lying in bed listening to the rain. I was feeling rather low; sorry for myself, I guess. "Roy" Hally said, in a soft little girl voice. I opened my eyes, and took a few seconds to soak in the sight I now beheld. There stood my bride; no longer the beautiful 22-year-old, but rather an even more appealing child look-alike, standing in pink flannel pyjamas, little prints of blue and yellow spread all over. Her hair was held back in pony tails on each side by rubber bands, and there was no make-up left on that darling little face, her lower lip starting to quiver, and, my goodness, there were tears getting ready to roll down her cheeks. She knew that I was disappointed, and was worried about what would happen, I guess. "What an interesting set of pyjamas! I've never seen them before!" I said, smiling, trying to cheer her up. "You look so darling." Something inside me swole with passion for my little bride. "Roy, please," she pleaded "please, just hold me; I really, really don't feel well." My heart melted. How could I stay angry with such a beautiful little waif? She leaned forward and kissed me, and my heart started to pound. I lifted the covers of the bed, and she crawled in, curling her body, backing herself into me, nestling like spoons in the silverware drawer. I wrapped my upper arm over her waist, and felt her snuggle further into my embrace. "I was saving them for our honeymoon. I'm so glad that you like them," she said. "It seemed like this was the right time for them." She sniffed. She was obviously still upset about something. "Roy..." she started tentatively. "Yes, Hally," I said gently, savoring the smell and warmth of her little body. "Roy, what did your Mum do for you when you weren't feeling well?" she blurted, obviously embarrassed by framing the question. I felt her shudder. She was silently weeping. I reached down and stroked her little tummy. She drew in a breath, and gave a little whine. Her tummy felt tight, almost rigid. I knew that I had to be gentle, but truthful, for a word spoken can never be retrieved. Carefully I said "She would usually check me for fever; take my temperature; you know." We had never talked about this before, and I was a little embarrassed. But I wondered what there might be at the end of this path... She gave a sniff. "Anything else?" she asked, still using her little girl voice. Gently I continued "Well, depending on what was wrong, she would sometimes give me medicine". She sniffed again. "What kind of medicine?" she queried timidly. "Sometimes aspirin, or other pills, sometimes..." I let my response taper off. "What else?" she asked, holding onto my hand. It was time for me to be embarrassed further. Slowly I said "When I was a kid, sometimes I had some trouble going number two (I felt my face glow red), and Mum sometimes gave me a rectal suppository to help me go". A few seconds passed; I waited as she was obviously screwing up courage to continue. "Did you have a tummy ache when that happened?" she asked. "Yes, when I had waited too long since going pooh, I would get a tummy ache" I replied. I felt her release my hand, and I felt her tummy shift a bit. It occurred to me that neither she nor I had had much opportunity to 'go' for at least two days... 'Hmmm' I thought. She gave another sniff. "Did the 'pository work?" I felt her shudder again. Why was she was still weeping? "Sometimes" I said. She sniffed again, and squeezed out a little whine. "What if the 'pository didn't work?" she asked. Another few seconds passed. I sighed, as I remembered. My face got redder yet, my embarrassment was about to become complete. "Then it was time for me to get an enema," I said. I felt her stiffen at the 'e' word, then relax. "Hold me, hold me, hold me" she whined. "Sure, just lay back" I said. I stroked her tummy a few times more. She had stopped shuddering, and snuggled deeper into my arms. The warmth of her little body was causing my body to respond. She gave another sniff, and a little sigh. "'Nuff about me. Tell me what happened to you when you were not feeling well at home" I said. "Same as you, except I never got 'positories, I always the nenema" she spoke in her little girl voice. "Mum didn't take my temp that often. If I told Mum I had a tummy ache, it was the same as asking for an enema," she said matter-of-factly. "I see," I said attentively. This was definitely news to me! "Do you now take enemas often?" I inquired. We had never talked about enemas before. I had never before noticed any sign of enema activity about her place! "I sometimes have some during my period," she said. "They can relax me; reduce or eliminate the cramps. Other than that, I don't often take them." "Do you like receiving them?" I asked. "Well, they're OK, I guess. 'Specially when they make me feel better," she said in a neutral tone. Was her nonchalant tone concealing something? "Do you think that one might help you just now?" I asked, gently leading. "Maybe..." she said hesitantly. My heart leapt. Could I be that lucky? Forever I had hoped for a girl who would be as comfortable with enemas as I had grown since my childhood exposure to them. "Well..." I started, smiling inwardly. She rolled over so that she faced me. A wistful smile started to form in that little baby face. My heart skipped a beat. "Whatever you, my daddy, think I need," she said slowly, her eyes looking back and forth at mine. A few more tears rolled down her cheeks. She gave a little sigh, and shuffled under the covers a bit. "Oh, my baby" I crooned, and held her close once again, her face and head against my shoulder. "Does your tummy hurt now?" I gently asked. "Mmm Hmm" she said; I felt her head nod on my shoulder. The sound of a little fart and the scent wafting up from below confirmed my suspicions. Yeah, she needed 'some assistance', all right. "I really didn't mean to be mean to you, Roy, I really, really didn't" she whimpered into my ear. She had started to cry once again. So that's what's bothering her! A guilty conscience over how she had held me off! "And what happens to baby when she's been bad?" I asked, gently but firmly. She drew back so she could look at my face, a look of terror briefly flitting across her face. "Well?" I gently insisted. She sniffled and squeezed out "sometimes corner time; sometimes..." "Sometimes a spanking?" I finished. Her eyes caught mine for a split second, then dropped, and she slowly nodded, licking her lips, sucking on her lower lip. Again she searched my eyes, seeking some indication of her fate. "We'll see," I said, not willing to let her off the hook just yet. "Did you bring your enema stuff with you?" I asked. "I thought I did, but I couldn't find it," she whined. "I went through all of my suitcases twice, and just couldn't find it." So that was the search that I heard! "Damn! I didn't bring mine either. Anyway, there's a drugstore in town. Did you want to come shopping with me?" I asked. I launched myself out of bed and started to get dressed. Thinking about the embarrassing nature of the necessary purchases, and the even more embarrassing aspect of purchasing such things while accompanied by a man, or of accompanying a man while he purchases such things, she was reluctant. But having pledged to 'honor and obey', she forced out an almost strangled response "If you really want me to, I will; but I really don't feel well, my tummy hurts..." She forlornly looked up at me from bed as I hastened around the room getting dressed. "It's OK, baby, you can stay here. I just thought you might want some choice in the matter," I said while pulling on my left shoe. Under the edge of the dresser I found my other shoe, pulled it on, and went into the bathroom to wash my face and hands, comb my hair, and quickly brush my teeth. I came back into the bedroom, found and put on my jacket. "Whatever you think I need is fine with me," she said meekly, snuggling down into the covers. I was heartened by the trust she reposed in me. "Is there anything in particular that you want?" I asked, feeling my pockets for the car keys. "No, nothing special " she said, then as an afterthought "Just get the stuff for you to take care of me the way your Mum took care of you." Wow! I almost didn't believe my ears. I leaned over the bed and kissed her goodbye; but to my surprise, she reached up from bed and held me, and it was the most passionate kiss we had so far this weekend. I tucked the bedclothes around her, and said "Bye for now, dear; I'll be right back". "Bye Bye, Daddy" she spoke in her little girl voice.