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  Not worth it.

  When he returned and told her she was a good girl for staying still, a happy flush rippled through her body. She found herself smiling up at him, not even caring how much losing her virginity for a second time had hurt, as long as he looked at her with that adoration in his eyes and she could hear that approval in his voice.

  Now that was worth it.

  She whimpered as he gently cleaned her pussy of fluids, the sensitive tissues smarting despite his care. Part of her was still a bit shocked that she’d orgasmed again, considering how much his cock had hurt. He hadn’t held back at all, had even enjoyed her whimpers and her pain… It was nothing like what she’d ever thought she’d want, but her body had loved it.

  When he finally undid her wrists and pulled her into his arms, she didn’t hesitate to snuggle up against him, despite the sore throbbing between her thighs. Amaya smiled against his hard chest, breathing in his scent as he stroked her hair and she drifted off to sleep.

  So there had been some unexpected hiccups today. She would learn the rules and avoid punishments in the future. She would be his little girl during the day and enjoy their nights together. Amaya was sure that, with just a little effort, she would get everything she wanted from Hebe and her Papa.

  Chapter 6

  “Nooooooooo! No, no, no, no no,” Amaya chanted, her bottom hole clamped tight, her body wriggling as much as she could in the tight confines of her bondage.

  Nanny Quinn had obviously realized that her charge would protest the morning’s first activity and so had strapped Amaya naked and face down on a padded table in the bathing room before Amaya was even fully awake. She’d been pulled from the warm bed - Papa nowhere to be seen - by her Nanny, taken into the bathroom, and then bent over the table without any preamble! Then Nanny had tried to push something hard into her ass!

  Amaya was having none of it.

  She’d immediately protested, squirming for all she was worth, and clenching down tight.

  SMACK!

  “Hold still, Amaya!” Nanny Quinn’s order went entirely unheeded.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  The blows to Amaya’s bottom did nothing to deter her resistance, despite the sting. Her pussy was still sore, she had been rudely awoken, and there was no way she was going to tolerate being invaded in that hole first thing in the morning! Practically screeching with indignation, Amaya clenched down harder, despite the slickness that Nanny Quinn had applied to that quivering little hole. Amaya was quickly becoming infuriated - after last night, this was not how she’d pictured her morning going!

  She’d thought she was going to wake up next to Papa, perhaps indulge in some more naughty pleasure, and then be dressed and sent out to play. Maybe she’d have to endure a few lessons first, but that would have been fine. Being dragged from slumber and then invaded in that hole hadn’t even crossed her mind.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  Amaya started howling, more from indignation than pain, although the repeated swats to her bottom were starting to really hurt. She wasn’t sore from yesterday but her skin felt more sensitive than usual and she could tell that it wouldn’t take long before she would be crying quite sincerely - but she still couldn’t make her tiny hole just relax.

  “What is going on in here?”

  The stern voice of her Papa sent both relief and agitation surging through Amaya. She didn’t know if he was there as a rescuer or not… but she could hope.

  “Papa, Papa, please don’t let her… I don’t want anything in my bottom…” Amaya begged, trying to crane her neck around to look at him. Tears slid down her cheeks as her heartfelt pleas affected her.

  A warm hand on her bottom helped her to relax, even though it burned a little as his hand rubbed over her sensitive, chastened skin. At least Nanny Quinn had stopped trying to put something in her bottom. Amaya whimpered, hoping that Papa would put an end to that entirely, even though part of her knew that it was doubtful. Maybe she could keep pushing off the date something went in there - preferably indefinitely.

  “It’s for your own good, Princess,” he said in a soothing tone, making Amaya moan.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” Nanny Quinn said, sounding a bit exasperated. “I knew she’d kick up a fuss so I thought it best to get her in here and have it over with as quickly as possible.”

  “It was a good thought, but my little Amaya is stubborn, isn’t she?” he asked, chuckling. His hand squeezed Amaya’s bottom roughly, making her squeak as he roughly handled her reddened cheeks. Then Papa came around to where her head was so that she could see him. Amaya pouted and he chuckled again, which made her scowl. “You’re going to start every morning with an enema and then a plug, Amaya. It’ll be as easy a process as you make it.”

  “No!” Amaya started to struggle again. She wasn’t sure what an enema was, but if it had anything to do with her bottom, she didn’t want it. “You can’t do this to me! I have rights!”

  “Amaya, if you don’t calm down, I’m going to strap your bottom with my belt, and then you’ll be uncomfortable for the rest of the day,” Papa said warningly. “You signed away your rights, remember? Without even looking at what you were signing.”

  Choking back a little sob, Amaya froze. Being strapped sounded, well, awful. And she didn’t doubt that Papa would then proceed to do what he wanted anyway. Part of her was screaming to keep resisting, but another part of her knew that she’d just be punished and then they’d still do whatever they wanted to her. She hiccupped in distress.

  “That’s more like it.” Papa said approvingly. She didn’t want to feel warmed by his approval, but she was, especially after the reproach in his voice when he was chiding her. It was like a happy flush that went through her, despite her anxious misery. “Now I’m going to help you today, but tomorrow I’m going to expect you to obey your Nanny, or she has my permission to use her tawse on you.”

  Amaya whimpered, not in response to his words (since she had no idea what a tawse was), but because his hands were pressing down on her lower back, his fingers curving onto her buttocks, holding her pinned in place. The tiny bit of wriggling she’d managed before, which had been just enough to keep Nanny Quinn from pushing the thing into her bottom, was no longer even an option. The hard, cold thing pressed against her bottom and, despite her clenching, this time she couldn’t keep it from pushing in.

  “In case you’re wondering, a tawse is a traditional Victorian punishment tool. It’s a hard leather implement divided into two straps, and is perfect for naughty little bottoms.” As if to emphasize his words, his fingers caressed the skin of her pink bottom as the thing Nanny was pushing in went even deeper. The pressure was intense as her hole was stretched uncomfortably, burning slightly at the strain.

  She whined and moaned as the thing went inside of her, much more focused on its progress than on Papa’s lecture; it wasn’t particularly thick, but it was uncomfortable, both physically and mentally. When it finally stopped being pushed in, Amaya sighed with relief. She didn’t like it, but now that it was in, just enduring its presence wasn’t so - what was that?

  “What is that?” She asked, frantically trying to squirm again as something began to leak into her bottom. “What is that?! What are you doing to me?”

  “Hush, Princess, I told you, this is an enema.”

  “What is it? What are you doing? Whyyyyy?” Amaya wailed, confused and a little frightened as the liquid seeping inside of her began to flow more freely. She could actually feeling it entering her bowels, sloshing around. It was warm and not entirely unpleasant, but

  Papa chuckled. “Well, they do keep you as ignorant as they can on Vericat, don’t they? I didn’t realize you wouldn’t even know what an enema is. Right now Nanny Quinn’s giving you a nice warm water enema that will help clear out your bowels. Victorian ladies had a nice enema every morning. They believed staying regular was the way to good health - and, of course, since they had to choose chamberpots and were often dressed in clothing that did
n’t allow them to move freely, it was easiest to drain their bowels before getting dressed. We don’t need to here on Hebe, of course, but most of us do anyway. For you, I prefer you nice and clean, inside and out, which will become more important later.”

  “Nooooo…” Amaya moaned, wilting. She knew he was referencing doing more things to that hole. Dirty, sexual things. Not only that, but the enema was becoming more uncomfortable by the second! It was making her feel so sloshy and full, her stomach actually felt like it was becoming distended.

  “Of course, enemas don’t have to be nice like this,” Papa said, obviously warming to his subject. Amaya wanted to kick him. She could hear the enjoyment in his voice as he watched her misery and lectured her through it. “If you’re very bad, we have have to use punishment enemas with soap that will make you itch, or even ingredients that will make you cramp and hurt. You should thank Nanny Quinn for giving you such a nice first experience, despite your tantrum.”

  Nice?! This was nice?! He obviously had no idea what he was talking about. This wasn’t just incredibly uncomfortable, it was humiliating. The idea that it could be even worse didn’t make her feel grateful, because his descriptions sounded more like a threat than anything else.

  The fluid pressing into her suddenly stopped and Amaya moaned in relief. Her stomach was way, way too full - and it suddenly occurred to her that the only way to get it out was…

  “Noooooooo!” Tears sprang up in her eyes.

  “What’s wrong now, Amaya?” Nanny Quinn asked, her tone brisk as her hands replaced Papa’s on Amaya’s back. She rubbed Amaya’s lower back as her insides sloshed uncomfortable. The hard thing was still in Amaya’s bottom, plugging up her opening, but the need to release her enema was growing by the second.

  “I can’t… you can’t… how does it come out?” Amaya asked frantically.

  “Into the potty,” Nanny Quinn said firmly. “I’ll take you over there after ten minutes have passed.”

  Ten minutes?! Amaya whimpered as her bottom clenched around the hard rubber holding her anus open. She didn’t even notice that her Papa had stepped away to observe, allowing her Nanny to take over.

  ******

  His little Amaya made a beautiful sight, strapped down to the table, her dark pink bottom cheeks high in the air, the black stopper from the enema nozzle still securely wedged in her anus, her glossy, puffy pussy lips open underneath. Grant couldn’t help but wonder if she even realized that her body was reacting with arousal. He grinned as he watched Nanny Quinn take over Amaya’s care with confidence.

  From the moment Nanny Quinn had woken Amaya up, Grant had been watching his little girl’s progress on the house cameras. That’s when he’d decided to intervene for her first enema, as she’d clearly been working herself into hysterics. While he hoped she and Quinn would eventually establish a rapport, it was clear that Amaya already submitted to him, without even thinking about it. Besides, it was much more satisfying to watch this in person than on the screen. To help hold Amaya’s squirming body down and see the enema bag slowly deflate as her bowels were filled, to hear every tiny cry and whimper she made.

  His cock was rock hard. If he hadn’t taken Amaya’s virginity last night, he might have taken the opportunity to fuck her while her backside was full of fluid. Ah well, another time perhaps. There were plenty of perversions he would have to wait to introduce her to.

  Nanny Quinn’s massage of Amaya’s lower back stopped and her hand moved to Amaya’s wet pussy.

  “You’re enjoying this more than you let on, dear,” Nanny Quinn said, her green eyes glinting with appreciation as her fingers dipped into Amaya’s wetness.

  “No, no I’m not!” The breathless denial wasn’t very strong or sincere.

  SMACK!

  Amaya squealed.

  “I won’t tolerate lying, little one,” Quinn said sharply, and Grant grinned, enjoying seeing Quinn’s dominance over his little girl. She would give Amaya both the discipline and the care that she needed.

  “Perhaps I can help with that, Nanny Quinn,” he said casually. “After all, if Amaya’s mouth is full, she won’t be able to lie at all.”

  Dark eyes glared at him as Nanny Quinn stopped playing with Amaya’s pussy and adjusted the table so that the end where Amaya’s head was fell down. Grant slid his hand into Amaya’s dark locks as he used the other to take out his cock.

  “Suck me like a good girl, Princess, and as soon as I cum, Nanny will take you to release your enema.”

  A little whimper was the only response before he thrust his cock between her lips. Hot and wet, her mouth sucked him in, her tongue lashing the bottom of his cock as he pressed forward, blessing the man who figured out how to suppress the gag reflex permanently. He buried himself in Amaya’s mouth until her nose was pressed against his groin, his balls on her chin. Strapped down as she was, there was nothing she could do as he cut off her airway, but he only held himself there for a moment, enjoying the feel of her throat working around his cock, before he pulled away so that she could get in a breath.

  Tears glistened in her eyes, which widened as Nanny Quinn resumed her position at Amaya’s pussy. Grant could tell immediately when Nanny Quinn slid her fingers into Amaya’s folds, her entire focus on Amaya’s pussy as she teased and played with the younger woman. Holding Amaya’s hair tightly, Grant groaned as he started to slide back and forth in her mouth, using her gently but firmly, and forcing her to deep throat him on every thrust.

  From the vibrations around his cock, he knew that she was moaning and gasping as Nanny Quinn played with her. When Nanny Quinn began to play with the enema knob in Amaya’s ass, twisting it and tugging gently, Amaya’s muffled cries became even louder, her eyes lighting up with both pleasure and indignation.

  So fucking innocent.

  So fucking desirable.

  Grant’s thrusts came faster, harder. “Cum Princess, do it now,” he growled.

  His hand tightened on her hair, his cock sliding over her tongue and into her throat over and over again, and he heard her high, shrill cry as she began to orgasm, his cock in her mouth, an enema filling her bowels, and her Nanny’s fingers in her pussy.

  Perfection.

  He thrust deep and felt her throat work as he blasted cum straight down into her belly, pulse after pulse pressing against her tongue and then sliding down her throat. Grant let his head tip back, groaning with relief. He’d wanted her from the moment he’d awoken this morning, but he’d also wanted her to have some rest after yesterday.

  Coming to the room to assist with her morning enema had definitely been the right decision. He already knew that he’d do it again in the future, even if it did mess with her routine a bit.

  “Good girl, Amaya,” he said, withdrawing his wilting cock from her lips as she gasped for air. There were tears in her big eyes again and her mouth was swollen from use. Leaning down, he gave her a soft kiss on her lips. “Nanny Quinn will take care of the rest of your morning routine. I want you to keep being a good girl for her. If you aren’t, she will punish you, and if I hear that your Nanny has to punish you, then I will punish you as well.” He smiled at Quinn. “I think that Amaya should have an orgasm with every morning enema. We want to make sure it’s as pleasant an experience as possible for her.” And it would drive home how very little control she had over her body.

  Enjoying Amaya’s adorable pout and sulky look, Grant straightened and began to push his clothing back into place before leaving the room. He headed straight to the camera room so that he could continue to watch his little Amaya settle into her new routine.

  ******

  It felt like she was burning, inside and out. Her throat burned from Papa’s cock, her pussy burned after being frigged by Nanny’s fingers - the tissues still sensitive from last night’s defloration - and her bottom burned from the enema and the spanking. Amaya whimpered as Nanny began to unstrap her. Even her skin felt like it was burning, heated from embarrassment that she’d orgasmed while she was in such
a position. That some part of her had actually enjoyed it.

  More humiliation followed after Nanny took her over to the potty and removed the thing in Amaya’s bottom. The liquid gush that came after had Amaya crying silent tears of embarrassment even as Nanny Quinn praised her and cossetted her.

  Still stunned from the events, Amaya barely fussed as Nanny Quinn put a small plug in her bottom. It was slim and not very long, and after the enema it didn’t even feel all that uncomfortable even though her bottom kept clenching around it, trying to accustom itself to the new sensation. Amaya would never be willing to admit it, but it actually felt almost good.

  Putting a short, light shift over Amaya’s head, Nanny led her back to her bedroom, which cheered Amaya up considerably. Walking with something in her back hole felt very strange, but she managed, even if it felt as though she was waddling a little. The nearly transparent shift made her feel shy and she practically clung to Nanny, even though they didn’t meet anyone in the short hallway.

  Back in her wonderful bedroom, Amaya was on the verge of breaking into hysterical tears, overwhelmed by everything that had happened to her, when Nanny pulled open the wardrobe and pulled out the most wonderful dress. The tears that were burning the back of Amaya’s eyes were suddenly gone as she blinked in astonishment. The dress was purple with light blue trim and tiny pink roses decorating it. The skirt would obviously be short, but also fluffy, as it was made up tiers of ruffles.

  Everything about it was made to enchant a little girl - or a little girl’s soul in a woman’s body - and Amaya was suddenly reminded of why she’d been so set on Hebe.

  “Isn’t this pretty?” Nanny Quinn asked, setting the dress down on the bed. “There are other dresses too, but I have to admit, this one is rather my favorite. However, if you’d like to look at the others - “