Page 22 of Daddy Dreadful (Forbidden Pleasures Island #5)

Chapter Twenty

Donovan

Leaving Millie in place on the table, I cross the room to the cabinet where I keep most of my supplies and retrieve an enema kit. Even without being able to see my Little girl’s face, it’s clear she’s none too happy about what comes next.

“You know how this works, little one. Daddy’s going to fill you up with this solution, and you’re going to hold it in your bottom until you can’t possibly hold it another second. Only then will you be allowed to use the potty.”

“But I don’t want an enema!” she wails, kicking her feet against the table.

Since she can’t see my expression, I don’t bother to hide my smile as I give her bottom two sharp swats. “Keep throwing a tantrum and see how far that gets you, Camilla Joy.”

“I don’t care! I don’t wanna ‘nemena!”

Oh, my sweet Little one is deep in her headspace. Which means I’ll need to be extra strict if I have any hope of keeping her in line.

Placing one hand on her lower back, I pepper her bottom with heavy, painful swats. As her skin turns pink beneath my palm, her howls of protest fill the room.

“Good little girls do not throw tantrums when they don’t get their way, Camilla Joy. Are you ready to be a good girl for Daddy?”

“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Two extra hard swats to her sit-spots cap off her spanking. “That’s much better. Roll on your left side and pull your right knee toward your chest.”

Sniffling pitifully, Camilla does as she’s told, positioning herself so I have all the access I need to her pretty little bottom hole. She’s obviously been making use of the monthly stipend I gave her for the spa, as every inch of her pussy and anus is free of hair.

“You should consider yourself lucky I’m not adding soap to your enema,” I tell her as I unpack the contents of the kit and press the lubricated tip against her bottom hole.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry I was naughty.”

Pity stirs in my chest. She really does try to be a good girl. “I know, sunshine. It’s all forgiven, we won’t mention it again.”

Turning her head slightly, she smiles up at me. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Unable to resist her magnetic pull, I lean forward and brush a kiss over her lips. “You’ll need to be brave for me now, little one. This is going to be very uncomfortable.”

With that, I open the nozzle on the hose, releasing the contents of the bag into her bowels. My Little girl whines softly, her nose wrinkling as the cold solution fills her up.

“Daddy, it hurts. Take it out, please!”

“It’s going to hurt more in a bit, little one. Would you like Daddy to distract you from the pain?”

Panting gently, she nods, and I slide my hand over her hip and down between her thighs to where she is still so wet and swollen for me.

“My good little girl,” I croon, stroking her clit as a delicate shudder wracks her body. “You’ve been so good and brave today. Daddy’s so proud of you, baby.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, little one. You make me so very proud, all the time.”

It surprises even me to realize how true those words are. From the moment she stepped foot on the island, Camilla has constantly amazed me with her strength and resilience and compassion. I was proud to have her as a nurse, and I’m even more proud to have her as my Little girl.

And judging by the shimmer of tears in her eyes, my words mean more to her than I realized. “I didn’t know. Y-you never s-said.”

She’s panting harder now, breathing through the mixture of pleasure and pain being forced on her. Bearing it for me, because I asked this of her.

How could I not be proud of that?

“I’m saying it now, Camilla.” Locking my gaze with hers, I roll her swollen nub beneath my finger, delighting in the way her pupils dilate at my touch. “You are my perfect Little girl, and I am so very proud of you.”

A tentative smile curves her lips. “Proud enough to l-let me c-come?”

“Not quite yet, little one. Daddy wants to feel you come around his cock.”

I don’t bother to tell her where I plan for my cock to be when I finally let her come.

A Daddy needs some secrets, after all.

Millie

The pain from the fluid filling my bowels is reaching unbearable levels. Cramp after cramp contracts my stomach, and even the pleasure of Daddy’s skilled fingers on my clit isn’t enough to distract me from it.

Finally, it’s more than I can bear, and I break down and beg, humiliation be damned. “Please, Daddy, I need to potty!”

“Almost, little one. Just one more minute.”

“I can’t hold it one more minute, I’m gonna die!”

The big jerk has the nerve to laugh at me. “I promise you won’t die. Do you think I would let anything happen to my sweet sunshine?”

“M-maybe,” I manage between panting breaths. “Maybe this is my p-punishment for tr-trying to leave.”

“I’m a sadist, Camilla, not a monster. Though I’ll keep that in mind in case you ever get a wild hair and try to leave me again.”

In the distance, a timer buzzes, and I nearly weep with relief.

Daddy scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bathroom, where he finally pulls the nozzle from my bottom.

Squeezing my muscles together, I hurry to sit on the toilet, too relieved to be embarrassed as my body empties itself into the porcelain bowl.

By the time I’m finished, it feels like all the energy has been drained from my very marrow, and my skin is slick with sweat.

Daddy helps me up from the toilet, gently wiping me clean before carrying me back to the exam table.

I’m too exhausted to even think about fighting him as he straps my feet into the stirrups and my arms to the side of the table.

“My beautiful girl,” he murmurs, just as he did our first time together when he was kissing every inch of my body. It’s even harder to believe now, when I know I must look like a complete disaster.

But I don’t have the strength to argue, so I simply close my eyes and soak in his praise as he runs his hand over my hair.

“How are you feeling, little one?”

“O-okay,” I manage to croak out. “Thirsty.”

“I’m sure.” Turning from the table, he crosses the room to where he hung my diaper bag and pulls out a bottle full of water tinged a bright pink.

It warms something inside of me that he paid such close attention, enough to not only know I struggle to drink enough water if it’s not flavored, but also enough to know what my favorite flavors are.

He holds the bottle for me as I suck greedily at the nipple. And by the time I’ve drained the bottle, I’m feeling much better. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, sunshine.” After returning the bottle to the bag, he pulls on a fresh pair of gloves and smiles down at me. “Time for your breast exam.”

I assume this part of the exam won’t be any different than before. And at first, it isn’t. But once he’s gone through the usual movements, pressing in different patterns around my soft tissue, that’s when everything changes.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a set of clamps, and my heart stutters in my chest at the sight of those jagged teeth.

“I’ve wondered for so long how you would respond to these,” he says conversationally as he cups my right breast in his hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

“Is… is it gonna hurt?”

“Yes. A lot. Daddy is going to hurt you so many different ways today.” Giving my nipple a hard tug, he smiles down at me. “But you’re going to take all of it, aren’t you, my sweet little Camilla? Because you are my very good girl and you want to make your Daddy happy.”

I wish he wasn’t right. I wish I could tell him to fuck off, to let me go, whatever it took to avoid this fate.

But he is right, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing, but look him in the eye, and tell him the truth.

“Yes, Daddy.”

His smile deepens, and I know I’m in trouble. Because there is nothing I wouldn’t do, no pain I wouldn’t bear, just to see him smile at me that way again. “Good girl. Brace yourself, baby. This is going to hurt.”

Pain lances through my breast as soon as the first clamp closes around my nipple and I arch up with a cry, tugging at my restraints. “Oh, Daddy, no! Take it off, take it off!”

“Shhh, little one. The pain will fade in a bit.”

The feeling of his hands on me, stroking and tweaking my unadorned breast, distracts me somewhat from the throbbing pain. Not nearly enough, but enough that it doesn’t feel like I’m being consumed by agony.

But then he clamps my other nipple. And all I know is pain.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now. Panting for breath, struggling to take the pain for me. I’ve never seen a more intoxicating sight in my life.”

His praise washes over me, easing the pain somewhat. Or perhaps it’s my imagination, but either way, it’s at least a bit easier to bear. “Th-thank you, D-Daddy.”

With another of those approving smiles, he steps away from the table and grabs the little stool he uses for his examinations, then takes a seat between my splayed thighs. “Let’s see how you’re responding to those clamps.”

Something cold slides deep into my vagina, and I can’t stop the shudder that wracks my body. And then the speculum forces me open, wider than I’ve ever been before, and all I can think about is how this man I hated just a few short weeks ago is giving me the most intimate exam of my life.

“Just as I thought,” he says with a low, wicked laugh. “Absolutely soaked. I didn’t even need to lubricate the speculum.”

To my surprise, he removes the speculum almost immediately, setting it aside on a metal tray beside him. I can see enough to tell what the tray is, and that there are a variety of instruments sitting on it, but not enough to tell what any of them are.

“I thought about trying some sounding today, but given how often I’ve had to use a catheter on you, I don’t want to risk any further damage. But since that hole is off-limits…”

A familiar blunt object presses against my bottom hole and I instinctively clench against it. “Daddy, no!”

“Relax for me, Camilla Joy. This speculum is going in your bottom, whether you like it or not. It’s up to you how much it hurts.”

Whimpering softly, I force myself to relax. To allow him in.

“Good girl,” he praises in that low, growly sort of voice that threatens to turn me into a puddle right here on the table. “You need to learn to trust your Daddy, little one. I only want what’s best for you.”

A big ask, coming from a man who up until recently was as cold toward me as the instrument he’s working into my bottom.

Would he still be, I wonder, if I came back to work for him?

Would he revert to his old ways, or was that really just because he was trying to keep things “professional” between us?

I’m distracted from my wandering thoughts when the speculum pushes even deeper inside me, stretching me far more than the thermometer did. The pain in my nipples has dulled to an ache that is renewed every time I squirm or jostle them even the tiniest bit.

Every inch of me is on fire, either from pain or pleasure or some delirious mixture of both.

With the speculum fully inside me, Daddy presses a gentle kiss to my inner thigh, a move so sweet it brings tears to my eyes. “You’re being such a good girl for me, Camilla. I need you to be brave just a little while longer.”

Before I can wonder what he might mean by that, I get my answer. And I realize I may not be brave enough to take everything he gives me after all.