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  “You don’t have to understand it, Angelina. You just need to live the way that makes you happy. Would you try living here with me and being my Little girl? You can leave any time you want unless you’re running away from a consequence of your actions. For example, I will keep you from leaving if you’ve earned a spanking. Do you understand?” he looked serious.

  “Yes, Paul,” Angelina thought she understood. “I’d like to stay with you.”

  Paul hugged the small figure tightly until she squeaked. “Angelina, you need to call me Daddy.”

  Chapter 9

  Angelina’s Daddy took his job very seriously. He started each day by waking her up in her new crib. He would lower the front railing and lean over to rub her back softly. Angelina would sigh and try to burrow under the covers, but her Daddy knew not to fall for this. He would scoop her out of the crib and sit in the rocking chair to feed her. Angelina didn’t usually eat breakfast, but her new Daddy insisted that she at least drink a bottle of formula each morning. When her tummy was full, Paul would carry her to the changing table and sweep her nightie up to her waist to reveal her diaper. He would sweep his finger through the leg holes to check to see if she was wet. If not, Paul would help his Little one potty by pressing on her lower abdomen.

  When Angelina had released all her urine, he would unfasten her diaper and remove it. Angelina always shivered when her bottom was exposed to the air. Paul would carefully wipe all the urine from her skin. When she was clean, he would lift her legs perpendicularly off the surface of the changing table. He would dip his finger into the lubricant and press it into her rectum. When he felt that his finger had distributed the lubricant sufficiently, Paul would press an oversized thermometer deep into her bottom. Angelina would protest, but held in this position she couldn’t avoid having her temperature checked. Once the thermometer was in place, Paul would adjust and readjust its position in her bottom until he had it placed perfectly.

  Angelina would squirm and protest, but it would not convince her Daddy that he should remove it until ten full minutes had passed. If Angelina had to go to work, Paul would help her dress before driving her to work with a packed lunch for later. He picked her up each afternoon or evening when her shift was finished. If she was home to eat, she sat in the highchair at the table. Each evening, Paul would bathe his Little girl so she would get used to being naked around him and to having his touch on all parts of her body. This pattern continued for several days as Angelina became adjusted to her new life. Aside from a few kisses and snuggling in the rocker, Paul did not rush Angelina into accepting any intimacies between them. Then, Angelina woke up grumpy.

  Chapter 10

  Paul heard the commotion through the baby monitor.

  “Paul, Paul, I need to get up. Come in here and let me out!” Angelina demanded. She’d wait a few minutes and then, yell her demands again. Each time a little louder and a little ruder. Finally, he heard, “Will you get in here? Can’t you hear me? I want out of here now!” Angelina began to rattle the crib railings in anger. “Now, I want out of here NOW!”

  Paul got up and fixed Angelina’s bottle as normal before going to the nursery to get his Little out of bed. “You’re pretty mad, Little girl. Be careful how you talk to your Daddy.”

  “I’m going to talk however I want. What are you going to do about it?” she asked belligerently.

  Paul showed her. He picked her up and held her away from him at arm’s length. Sitting down on a stool, Paul turned her over and laid her over his lap. He unfastened her diaper. It was dry. Paul knew Angelina always needed to pee when she woke up, so he left it draped under her pelvis as he began to swat her bottom firmly while lecturing her about her attitude. “You are not to talk to adults like this, Angelina. Your Daddy loves you too much to allow you to be disrespectful and rude.” Swat, swat, swat, swat. Angelina continued to squirm and yell her complaints. Paul strengthened her correction to hard spanks. Immediately, Angelina’s bottom began to turn red and then to redden so much that it looked like it was glowing. Angeline continued to struggle and would not listen to her Daddy. Paul stopped the spanking and inserted a lubricated finger into her bottom.

  “What are you doing? Get your finger out of my bottom,” Angelina demanded. She growled at him when he took his one finger out of her rectum and replaced it with two.

  “Naughty Little girls need to have their bottoms stretched. A Daddy’s finger works well to remind a Little one that they are acting naughty,” Paul said evenly. He knew she was trying to make him mad and to test the strength of their new relationship. He held his fingers deep in her naughty red bottom through her squirms and twitches, ignoring her angry words. She moved around so much that she stressed her full bladder and began to pee. The open diaper caught all the liquid. Immediately, Angelina stopped her protests and movement. She began to cry desperately in embarrassment. Paul kept his fingers implanted in her bottom, but he began to caress her back and scalp, running his fingers of his other hand through her long, red hair. As her cries began to subside, Paul began to move his fingers slowly in and out of her bottom. He rotated his hand so that his other fingers brushed against the wet folds guarding her vagina and petting her sensitive clitoris.

  Now, Angelina’s breath started to catch in her throat for another reason as she began to respond to his caresses. Slick fluid gathered in her delicate folds. Paul watched her legs slowly spreading unconsciously apart so that the caresses could reach all her sensitive spots. “No, no, no, no . . .” Angelina began to chant as she felt her body tensing in anticipation. Paul pressed firmly on the nerve bundle guarding the entrance to her vagina and urethra. “Aaaahhhhh!” Angelina cried as her orgasm engulfed her senses.

  Slowly, Angelina’s breath came back under control. The tremors still ran through her body. Paul could feel the contractions began to fade around his fingers in her bottom. Angelina’s eyes shot open, and she turned her head to look at him. Her face turned bright red, and she buried her face against the cotton jeans stretched over his muscular thighs.

  Paul removed his fingers to pick her up and rotate her to sit on his lap cuddled against one arm. Reaching between her legs, he slid his fingers back into her rectum. When Angelina started to protest, Paul lowered his head to kiss her thoroughly. “Little girl of mine, you’ve been saving up this mad for a long time. You need a reminder that I’m always here with you. So, you don’t forget; you will sit with my fingers in your naughty bottom until you tell me what’s wrong. Then, we’re going to deal with this built up negativity.” He looked seriously into her eyes. “What’s going on in your beautiful mind?”

  “Nothing,” Angelina said shortly. Immediately, she felt Paul’s fingers begin to scissor open and closed in her tight passageway. “Stop that! Take them out!” she demanded.

  “As long as you’re hiding something from me, Little one, my fingers are going to be in your bottom. Two fingers are a tight fit. I’m just stretching you out a little so that we can make room for the third finger that’s going into your bottom in two minutes if you don’t answer me. What’s going on?” he responded calmly.

  “You can’t do that,” she lashed out.

  Paul just increased the stretch in her rectum. “I could put all my fingers in you if I needed to. You would be very uncomfortable and sore for several days. Do you want to risk it? Just talk to me, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” Widen, release, widen, release–Paul’s fingers moved steadily in her bottom. “Thirty more seconds and I add a third finger. Do you feel like talking yet?”

  “No! I don’t want to talk! I just sound stupid. I don’t know why you want to have me around. I just cause you more work, and I don’t contribute to the household. My car is a piece of junk, and you have to keep taking me to work and picking me up. I’m probably getting you in trouble with Dr. Richards,” Angelina’s voice raised with each sentence, and her voice began to crack when tears started to fall again.

  Paul scooped the Little girl up further on his chest, so she sat astride
his crossed legs with her heart against his and her head tucked under his chin. Two fingers remained planted deep in her bottom, but they were still for the moment. Her body weight was balanced on the fingers. Even as light as she was, Paul knew that they were the focus of her attention. He kissed the top of her head, and his heart leaped when she tilted her head back to press her lips against his. He swept his tongue into her mouth and invaded it as thoroughly as his fingers invaded her bottom. Reluctantly ending the kiss, Paul spoke from his heart, “Angelina, can you feel my heart beating against yours?” He continued when she nodded. “You have become the reason that my heart beats. Every morning, I wake up happy because you are in my world. Every night, I say my prayers thanking God for having sent me my own special Angel. Anything that I can do for you, I do because it shows you how much I care for you and want you to be safe and loved. Can you accept that I’m not resentful or unhappy because you need me? It’s the direct opposite. It gives me a purpose for life. I get to take care of you, my sweet Angel.”

  Happy tears began to run down, Angelina’s cheeks. Paul kissed them away. “No more tears. We need to make you feel better. I can tell from my fingers in your bottom that your tummy is not happy. Do you have a tummy ache?” Angelina hid her face against his shirt and nodded shyly. “All right, Angel. I’m going to help your tummy feel better. Then, we’re going to check Dr. Richards’ schedule because you need a full checkup: blood work, exam, screenings. We need to get you some vitamins to make you strong and healthy. Dr. Richards will know exactly what you need.” He said with finality. She did not have any say in this decision. This was what they were going to do.

  Chapter 11

  Paul picked her up and laid her tummy down on the enema horse. She didn’t exactly know how it worked since they hadn’t used it before. Paul removed his fingers and wiped them quickly on a disinfecting wipe. He swept her nightie off over her head. He secured her wrists and ankles into the correct position on the padded bench. Her weight rested on the padded shelves under her breasts, hands, and knees. Her tummy hung free to allow for its expansion. Paul lubricated a wide thermometer and slid it six inches deep into her rectum twirling it against her outer and inner sphincters until each opened for the instrument. Paul placed a strap across her bottom that secured the thermometer in place and did not allow her to push it out. “Fifteen minutes for this special thermometer to read your temperature correctly. Just relax as I get your happy tummy medicine mixed up.”

  “Please, don’t give me an enema!” Angelina begged. “I don’t need one.”

  “Young lady, I’ve had my fingers deep in your bottom. I should have tested you a lot earlier. You definitely need some tummy medicine. Daddies learn what their Little girls need as they take care of them. I’ve learned today that I need to keep track of how often you poop. I need to check your rectum with my fingers to make sure you don’t get this impacted again. Everything is bottled up inside you so tightly, you exploded,” Paul explained as he selected a medium sized bag with a long white hose. He attached a nozzle that looked too big to fit in her bottom.

  “Don’t, Daddy! Please don’t put that in me!” Angelina was shivering in her restrained position.

  “Trust your Daddy, Angel,” Paul said evenly. He filled up the bag to the top and added a large cup full of peppermint smelling cloudy liquid. “This cleanser is the best for clearing out a Little girl’s bottom.”

  Angelina sniffled pitifully. “Please, Daddy.”

  Paul kissed the top of her head before pulling the thermometer out of her bottom. “Your temperature is a little higher than normal, Angel. Your body needs to have all the toxins washed out of your cute bottom.” He ignored her “No, Daddy, no!” as he spread lubricant thickly on the large nozzle. “Open up, Angel. You’re going to feel so much better!” He firmly pressed the nozzle into her anus until it slid passed her clinched muscle ring and moved into place. Click. The warm water began to drain into Angelina.

  The nozzle felt huge in her bottom. It stretched her rectum uncomfortably but did not hurt. Angelina felt the warm water flowing steadily into her bottom. The peppermint cleanser stung her bottom. When Angelina tried to clench her cheeks together to stop the water, her Daddy would pull apart her spank-reddened, bottom cheeks. This would cause a surge of water into her system. Angelina learned not to resist. When she was calm and allowed the water to flow steadily, Paul rubbed her tummy helping spread the water across her intestines. This really helped when she began to get cramps. Finally, they heard the gurgle of the enema draining into Angelina. Click. Paul clamped the hose to trap the water in her tummy.

  “Twenty minutes,” Paul announced. “The cleanser will soften everything in your tummy, and then it will wash away all the bad stuff that is making you unhappy. He bustled around the room setting everything back in its organized pattern. He made the bed. He took the rejected bottle to the kitchen to wash it out. Paul disconnected the bag, leaving the hose and nozzle still deep in Angelina’s small bottom. Angelina was not happy to see him refill the enema bag with water until its sides were bulging.

  “Not another enema! Please, Daddy!” she asked with tears in her eyes.

  “Angel, that cleanser stings in your bottom, doesn’t it?” Paul asked his Little girl.

  Angelina nodded emphatically. “Can I go to the bathroom now?” she asked desperately.

  “No, the enema can’t come out yet. But when it has done its job and your tummy’s ready to get rid of all the yucky stuff, it will be time to use the potty. Then, we need to rinse your tummy, so all the soap doesn’t keep stinging your insides. Just leave all this to your Daddy. He’s going to make sure you feel better.” Finished restoring order to the room, Paul reached between Angelina’s spread thighs. Ignoring her indignant sounds, he pushed and pulled against the nozzle adjusting it in her rectum. Then, he slid his hand down to caress her vaginal folds and clitoris. Angelina’s breath again caught in her throat as her Daddy’s talented hands stimulated her slowly to a massive orgasm.

  As Angelina panted and recovered, Paul patted her red, spanked bottom and moved to set up the toilet for Angelina to expel the large enema. He slowly unfastened the restraints and set Angelina on her feet. Holding her hands over her head as if he was walking a baby, Paul walked Angelina to the toilet slowly. He didn’t allow her to run to the toilet but forced her to walk slowly. The nozzle deep in her bottom acted like a plug keeping the enema in place. The long walk worked well to agitate the enema in her body and help break up any clumps of poop.

  Finally, she’d made it to the toilet. Paul slowly pulled the nozzle out of her rectum as Angelina begged him to hurry. “I have to go to the bathroom! Now!” As the nozzle finally slid free, Angelina dropped onto the toilet and began to expel the soapy liquid along with a lot of poop that was obviously causing a problem. Angelina was embarrassed to see her Daddy lean against the sink watching her as the enema jetted in spurts into the toilet. “Don’t watch me!” she pleaded.

  “Daddies need to see the results of their baby’s enemas. I will be able to judge if you needed more cleanser, water, or time for your next enema,” Paul explained patiently as Angelina’s body expelled the enema.

  “I won’t need any more enemas, Daddy,” Angelina tried to convince Paul. She tried smiling at him as if everything was all better.

  “You’ll have to leave this up to me, Angelina. I’m sorry I missed all the signs that you needed to have an enema. You should have had one several days ago so you wouldn’t have gotten so upset. Your tummy was really feeling bad. I’m going to have to keep a closer eye on you. We’ll talk to Dr. Richards and see what schedule he thinks we should follow but we’ll do daily enemas for the rest of this week to get your tummy back on a schedule.” Paul apologized seriously.

  “Not every day, Paul. I don’t think I can do this. You can’t control everything!” Angelina was exasperated and a little scared of having more enemas. They were so embarrassing. She was naked and pooping while he watched carefully.


  Paul heard the enema’s exit subsiding. He walked slowly over to Angelina’s position on the toilet and dropped to his knees in front of her. “You can’t pick and choose when you are my baby, Angelina. This is an all-or-nothing way of life. Every day, I love you a little more, and I can’t envision a life without you in it. I know you don’t want to like enemas. Your body likes them. A lot.” Paul reached his hands between her thighs and ran his fingers through her delicate folds before pulling his hand back up to show her. They glistened with the slick fluid that revealed her arousal. “Your body doesn’t lie.” He kissed her forehead as she dropped her head down to hide her embarrassment. “There aren’t any secrets between a Daddy and his Little girl.”

  He tilted her head back up to look into her beautiful eyes. They were a good indicator of how she was feeling. Her hazel eyes now looked browner. They turned darker when she was stressed. “There’s nothing wrong with having your body enjoy embarrassing treatments. I’m glad I can help you be aroused while I’m giving you an enema. That just shows us that we are matched together perfectly.” Paul could see the panic receding from her eyes. “Do you love me a little, Angel?”

  Angelina looked down at her nude body. She hesitated for several seconds causing him to hold his breath. Slowly, Angelina began to nod her head, “yes.” “I love you more each day, too, Daddy. It’s just hard to be a Little girl sometimes,” she whispered.

  “Only very strong women can become a Little girl. I know how scary it must be. I’m here to help you. You need to talk to me before it becomes overwhelming,” Paul said with a smile. He began to press on her tummy to coax the last of the enema out. “It’s your Daddy’s job to keep you feeling your best. I missed the clues this time, but I’m going to be ready next time to help you when your tummy is making your life difficult. Now, it’s time for your rinse. I’m not going to force you to have another enema, but as your Daddy, I know you need one. Will you let me be the one in charge of helping your tummy feel better, today and for the days to come?”