Marly let out a soft noise of protest as she felt her bottom hole being lubricated.
“No, Daddy Zac,” she complained, knowing what was happening.
“Hush, little one, you know you always get a bottom cleaning out before a check-up. Complain about it and you’ll be getting one each day for the next week.”
Marly closed her mouth at that threat.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Zac crooned. “I’m going to put the end in your bottom now.”
Marly took a deep breath as a hose was popped into her bottom.
“I’m turning the valve now, sugar,” Zac said. He turned the valve and the water started to fill her, entering her bowels, pushing out her stomach. The bench had two holes, one for her head and one for her stomach for just this reason.
“Daddy,” she moaned as the enema began to make her uncomfortable.
“Just a bit more to go, little girl,” Adam said, his hand rubbing her lower back.
“Okay, all done, you did well, sugar,” Zac told her as she whimpered. She was so full she thought she’d burst.
The nozzle was removed and she clenched her bottom, desperately trying not to let any liquid drip out.
“Good girl,” Adam praised her. “Hold it in. Daddy is going to help you.”
“No,” she protested. She knew what that meant. A bottom binky.
“Yep. You’re gonna need the help when you get your morning spanking.”
She began to cry softly as she felt the plug enter her bottom hole, stretching it to the point of near pain. It sat in her bottom, an uncomfortable intruder. The enema rolling around her bowels had her shifting uncomfortably.
“Daddy, please,” she begged for relief. “I gotta go potty,” she cried.
“You take your spanking like a good girl, and then you can hop on the toilet,” Adam told her before his large hand landed on her bottom. Adam showed no mercy, no leniency as he punished her bottom. He moved from the top of her bottom cheeks down over the globes to her thighs then back up again. By the time he was finished tears were pooling on the floor beneath her, her thighs and bottom quivering in pain.
“Okay, little girl.” She felt her hands being released then her ankles before she was pulled up into Zac’s arms and rocked.
“Feeling okay?” He looked down at her in concern and she realized she hadn’t spoken once during that spanking. Normally she begged, pleaded and promised good behavior through every punishment.
She nodded, attempting a smile.
Still frowning slightly, Zac carried her to the toilet. Placing her on her feet, he bent her forward and pulled the plug from her bottom then sat her quickly on the toilet.
Marly whimpered at the pain of her sore bottom coming into contact with the toilet seat, but she felt immediate relief from expelling her bowels.
“Right, you know the rules, sugar,” Zac said. “No moving until I come back.”
Marly nodded. She was allowed to flush, but she wasn’t allowed to move off the toilet until either Adam or Zac gave her permission.
So she sat and expelled and flushed. Impatiently, she waited, swinging her feet back and forth and shifting uncomfortably on the hard seat. It seemed like ages before Zac came back in.
“All finished?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Good girl, lean forward so I can wipe you.”
Blushing a little, she leaned forward and Zac grabbed some toilet paper to wipe her clean. Zac led her back to the bench. This time she lay on her back, her legs split wide apart. Adam stood at her head. He ran his hands over her face and then down her neck before moving to her breasts. Pressing and kneading, he gave her a thorough breast exam, even tweaking her nipples, pinching them lightly.
Zac sat on a stool between her spread legs and pulled her pussy lips apart. Marly whimpered as he ran a finger through her folds, running it over her, thoroughly inspecting every inch of her privates.