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Jasper takes both my arms, pinning them to the table on either side of me as Doctor D moves to grab my other foot. “Calm down, princess. It will all be over soon, I promise.”
“No! I will not calm down! You can’t do this to me!” To my horror, tears are already filling my eyes, burning for release. But I’ll be damned if I give them the satisfaction. “Let. Me. Go!”
“Juliet, you promised you’d be a good girl for Doctor D, remember?” Jasper’s tone has dropped, low and soothing, and something inside me quiets, even while I continue to fight them. And it's that part of me that longs to simply give myself over to him, to submit.
To let go and let Daddy take care of everything.
But that way, I’m certain, lies madness. So I refuse to give into that longing, no matter how strong it may be.
Not that it does me any good to refuse, since they’re both so much stronger than I am and it takes an embarrassingly shorttime for them to strap me down entirely. My feet are secured to the stirrups, and there is a large black band across my torso, just under my breasts, while my arms are firmly pinned to my sides.
“There.” Standing back, Doctor D practically beams with pride. “Now there’s no chance of her hurting herself during the enema. Jasper, would you like to do the honors?”
“I suppose I should learn how, shouldn’t I? We’ll need to do these relatively often at home, correct?”
“As long as she’s having regular bowel movements, they won’t be necessary. But I think you’ll be quite pleased with the change in her behavior after this, so you may choose to do them more often for that reason alone.”
“Ah, then yes. I’d love for you to teach me.” Leaning down, he presses a kiss to my forehead. “Can you be brave for me just a little while longer, Juju?”
“No.” The word is barely a whisper, and I give up fighting to keep the tears at bay, letting them slip silently down my face as I shake my head. “No, I’m not brave at all. I wanna go home, Daddy, please.”
“You’re so much braver than you realize, my sweet little princess. You’ll see.”
Another kiss to the forehead, and then Jasper is seated on a little stool between my thighs, at eye level with all my most forbidden places.
Closing my eyes against the humiliation, the horror of what’s about to happen, I try to go back to my happy place. Try to remember the smell of pastries in the cafe, the sound of my brother’s laughter.
But I only manage to stay there for a few moments before something pushes into my bottom. Slender, like the thermometer, it doesn’t meet much resistance.
“Perfect,” Doctor D says, slapping Jasper on the shoulder. “Now, you’re going to leave the nozzle in there, just like that.And use this little switch here to open it up and fill her with the solution.”
“I see. Like this?”
Jasper’s question gives me only a moment of warning before I’m flooded with icy- cold water. The sensation instantly makes my insides cramp, worse than anything I’ve ever felt before, and I arch up against my restraints as my cries fill the room.
“Exactly like that.” Doctor D pitches his voice up over my crying and pleas for them to stop, to let me go.
“And how long will she need to hold it?”
“A minimum of ten minutes, but we’ll go for fifteen today. Just to make sure everything is extra clean.”
“Makes sense.”
Their voices are muffled beneath the roar of my own blood in my ears. Fifteen minutes? There is no possible way I can endure this for even one more second.
“Daddy, please.” I’m panting now, trying to breathe through the pain. “Please, I won’t ever be naughty again if you stop. I’ll do whatever you want, say whatever you want, justpleaselet me go.”
“Just a little while longer, princess. You can do it. Daddy’s right here.”
I feel something warm press against my thigh, and it takes me a moment to realize Jasper has just placed a kiss there. The gesture is so unexpectedly sweet, I’m momentarily shocked into obedience. Even with my stomach still cramping, my bowels still demanding release, I relax against the table with a whimper.
“That’s my good girl.” Another gentle kiss, this time to the opposite thigh. “Is there anything we can do to take her mind off things for a bit?”
“If you’d like.” There’s a note of disapproval in Doctor D’s voice. “But in my experience, Little girls learn best when they areforced to sit with the consequences of their actions without the benefit of any… distractions.”
“I think my little princess is fully aware of the consequences of her behavior.” Now it’s Jasper’s voice that has taken on a hard edge. “A little distraction isn’t going to spoil her.”
“From what I’ve heard, she’s already plenty spoiled, Jasper. You really shouldn’t indulge her, especially in these early days. She needs rules and discipline.”