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  Dr. Richards smiled at her and rubbed her inner thighs with affection. “Good girl, Zoey. I knew you’d take your enema with the right attitude.” He moved to her side and began to rub her tummy gently coaxing the water to flow through her abdomen. “Let me know when you feel uncomfortable, Zoey. I’ll try to help you take in all the medicine in your tummy. You’re going to feel so good when we are finished.”

  Gradually, Zoey began to feel full of water. “Is that whole bag really going to fit in me?” Zoey questioned urgently. “I need to go to the bathroom, please. Please, let me go,” she begged.

  Dr. Richards paused in his massage of her stomach. He glanced at the elevated enema bag and replied, “You still have some medicine left to flow into your bottom, Zoey. Once all the liquid is inside, we will wait a while for the warmth of the enema to help raise your temperature and soften up all the poop inside you that is causing you discomfort. You’re doing a great job, Zoey. Hang in there,” he encouraged her. Dr. Richards kissed her forehead before moving around the table to stand between her supported legs again. He moved the enema nozzle around in her bottom watching her hips move as she restlessly shifted her position. Her vaginal areas were saturated. He moved a strong hand up to her folds and began to stroke her inner labia and, just barely, enter his fingertips into Zoey’s vagina.

  Dr. Richards knew that Zoey would have lots of enemas in her future if she decided to stay with him as his daughter. He wanted Zoey to feel pleasure during the water infusions. He watched her eyes close as her vaginal walls began to tremor in response to the caresses. Watching the enema bag empty into Zoey, he continued to slowly enter two fingers a little more with each stroke. Finally, as the enema bag flattened, Dr. Richards shut off the valve trapping the warm, sudsy medicine inside of Zoey’s bulging tummy.

  Zoey felt like her tummy would burst. “Please, can I go to the bathroom,” she asked again. She opened her eyes to plead with Dr. Richards. “I can’t hold this.”

  Dr. Richards met her eyes and smiled fondly. “You’ve done a great job so far. I’m watching the clock. We want the water to warm you up, right?” he questioned. Do you feel warmer, sweetheart?”

  Zoey nodded reluctantly. “I’ll be warm. I promise. Just let me go.”

  “Close your eyes, Zoey. I’m going to make this better for you. Concentrate on the good feelings here,” he said softly as he increased his strokes deeply into Zoey’s vagina with one hand while stroking over her clitoris with the other. “Let me see you orgasm, Zoey. Can you do that for me, little girl?”

  The pressure of the warm water inside of her, combined with the targeted caresses, evoked a soft moan from Zoey. “Please, please,” Zoey begged Dr. Richards. She wasn’t sure what she was asking him to do. Sensations wracked her small frame until all her attention was on her private areas. “Ahhhhhh, Dr. Richards,” Zoey gasped as she felt all her inner tissues squeeze his stroking hands in pleasure.

  He watched Zoey melt on to the examination table as her orgasm began to subside to small tremors. “Look at me, Zoey,” Dr. Richards ordered sternly. When Zoey’s eyes met his, Dr. Richards lowered his face to kiss her swollen stomach. “You are amazing, Zoey. I love taking care of you.” He slid his fingers out of her vagina as he watched her face shimmer in reaction to the final caress. He waited as she unwound from her strong orgasm. Soon, he saw Zoey begin to refocus on the feeling of the water trapped in her intestines.

  Dr. Richards pulled something out from the table underneath Zoey. He walked to her side and kissed Zoey gently on the forehead. “Let’s get that medicine out of you now, sweetie,” he spoke softly as he raised the surface of the bed so Zoey was sitting up. Her legs were still attached to the supports but they had moved also to place her into a splayed-out position.

  Zoey could see a toilet-shaped basin between her legs. “I can’t go to the bathroom here!” she exclaimed with embarrassment, “You’ll be watching me.”

  “Remember that you can’t walk, Zoey. This toilet will work perfectly,” Dr. Richards exclaimed as he walked around to take a position between her legs. He grasped the enema nozzle firmly and he twisted it right and left as he removed the nozzle.

  She tried to clinch her bottom together to hold the water inside but it began to burst out of her in spurts into the basin. “Oh, my god,” Zoey exclaimed as she saw the brown-colored liquid, soap suds and poop gush into the basin. She was so embarrassed.

  Dr. Richards moved to her side once again and began massaging her stomach. “You’re doing great, Zoey. Don’t worry. I’m a doctor. I need to see what is inside you so that I can take good care of you. Your bottom was really packed with stool. This isn’t healthy. You’re going to feel so much better when we’re done,” he explained patiently. “You just concentrate on letting all that bad stuff out of you. I’ll take care of the rest.” He kissed her forehead and picked up the emptied enema bag to carry to the sink giving the small figure a little privacy.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Zoey felt the pressure ease in her stomach and the bursts of water slowed down to a trickle and then stopped. She’d heard some rustling and water running beside her but she’d been so embarrassed going to the bathroom in the middle of the exam room that she hadn’t looked around to see what Dr. Richards was doing. Glancing to her side, Zoey saw Dr. Richards leaned against the countertop watching her with a gentle expression.

  “Hi, sweetheart. You really had a lot of waste to get out of your system. I’m very proud of you for being so brave,” Dr. Richards reassured Zoey. He walked slowly towards her and gently rotated her position back to lying on her back with her knees pointed to the ceiling. “Let me get you all cleaned up, Zoey.” He removed wipes from the counter and carefully cleansed her bottom of all the remains of her enema. “Just relax for a minute and I’ll get everything else settled as well.”

  Zoey closed her eyes. She couldn’t believe that she’d just had an enema and expelled it in front of him. “Thank goodness that’s over,” she thought gratefully.

  Peeking through her eyelids, Zoey saw Dr. Richards wheel the basin from between her legs to a toilet hidden behind doors on the side of the room. He maneuvered the basin above the toilet and took a long rod from its place attached to the wall. Using the rod as a stirring device, Zoey saw him examine the waste that had emerged from the enema. He rinsed off the rod with a sprayer attached to the ceiling before replacing the rod on the wall. Dr. Richards then released a lever on the basin allowing the watery mess to dump into the toilet. He used the sprayer to rinse it clean before wheeling it back into its spot under the exam table. Dr. Richards walked behind the exam table out of Zoey’s view. She heard an ominous squeak before she saw the medical stand roll back into its position next to her legs. Zoey stared aghast to see the blue enema bag bulging again with liquid.

  “No, not another enema, Dr. Richards! Please, no!” Zoey begged the doctor.

  “All medical enemas come in twos or more, Zoey. The first enema cleansed out a lot of the bad stuff crammed into your bottom. This one will wash out the cleanser that would irritate your inner tissues. This one will be easier for you, Zoey. I’m going to make sure you don’t end up so stuffed with poop from now on so you won’t struggle so much to take the enema. Try to relax. Take a deep breath as I lubricate your rectum,” Dr. Richards said soothingly as he picked up the tube of lubricant.

  Zoey watched him squeeze a generous amount on two fingers before the fingers disappeared between her legs. She felt the fingers circle her anus before pushing firmly inside. “I don’t think I can do this,” Zoey protested tightening her rectum around his fingers.

  “Relax, Zoey. Remember, you did enjoy parts of your first enema. It can be pleasurable to have things in your bottom. Tell me the truth, Zoey. Did you hate everything about your enema?” Dr. Richards asked as he firmly slid his fingers around her rectum and in and out of the opening.

  Zoey didn’t meet his gaze. “No, I didn’t like it at all,” she said blushing furiously.

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��That sounds like a lie to me, Zoey. Remember what happens when you lie, little girl? Do you want me to spank you while you’re holding the enema or help you find your pleasure?” Dr. Richards questioned sternly. “Look at me, Zoey.”

  She met his eyes and couldn’t lie. “I . . . I did like when you were touching me. That part was nice,” Zoey admitted hesitantly.

  “Thank you, Zoey, for being truthful. That’s the young lady who I’m coming to know very well.” Dr. Richards continued as he withdrew his probing fingers before picking up the nozzle and lubricating it again. He continued talking to distract her as he pushed the nozzle firmly and deep into her rectum. “You’re doing very well, Zoey. I’m proud of you. You should be proud of yourself for letting me take care of your health too,” he concluded as he clicked on the flow of warm water.

  “There’s something freeing in not having total control over your body, Zoey. The water is warm. It’s flowing gently into your tummy. There’s nothing you can do to stop it. You should be realizing that it’s so much easier to let me take care of you totally. Doesn’t the water feel good, Zoey?” he questioned softly as he rubbed her stomach.

  The water was warm. Dr. Richards was right. There wasn’t anything that Zoey could do. She willed her body to relax against the table.

  One of Dr. Richards’ hands rubbed across her stomach to her chest and he brushed his fingertips across her clenched nipples. At her gasp, Dr. Richards said, “Let me make you feel better again, Zoey.” He cupped her small breast into his hand before leaning over to lick her nipple and begin to suck gentle on the sensitive tip. Moving over to the other breast, he repeated the treatment until he saw Zoey’s hips begin to raise off the surface of the exam table. “Waiting for an enema bag to empty is a great time to have to pleasure my little one,” Dr. Richards said softly.

  “Are you enjoying this enema too, Zoey?” he whispered against her swelling breast.

  “Yes!” Zoey answered rapidly. Her mind was totally distracted from any discomfort. “Would you touch me there again?” she questioned shyly.

  “Where, Zoey?” He stretched a long arm down to touch her clitoris and began to circle the sensitive area. “Do you want me to touch you here, Zoey?”

  Just then, they both heard the gurgle of the final water emptying into Zoey’s bowels. Dr. Richards reached over to click the valve shut, trapping the water into her bottom. “Perfect timing. We’ll have to occupy ourselves for at least 10 minutes to let the water sooth your internal tissues. How about if we try this?” he questioned with a glint in his eyes as he lowered his mouth to her vaginal area.

  Zoey couldn’t believe that she had missed all that water flowing into her. At the gurgle, she realized that her stomach was swollen again. She had just a few seconds to think of this before she felt Dr. Richards begin to lick her inner labia and dip the tip of his tongue into her vagina. “Oh, Dr. Richards!” Zoey exclaimed as she raised her hips up to have more contact with his tongue. She felt Dr. Richards’ tongue press more firmly against her swollen tissues and those amazing feelings began to gather again. “Please, please don’t stop,” Zoey begged. She felt Dr. Richards laugh softly against her labia.

  “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” Dr. Richards promised as his tongue encircled the moist entrance to her vagina. Probing inward, Dr. Richards scooped up some of the moisture welling from her opening. “Mmmmmm,” he hummed in enjoyment of her sweet essence. “You are delicious, little girl.”

  Turning red in embarrassment, Zoey closed her eyes to shut out the sight of his head between her thighs. She’d never felt anything like this. Surely, he shouldn’t be doing this but it felt so good.

  Putting his hands on each side of her medicine-filled stomach, Dr. Richards began to massage the area without stopping his tongue from its intimate explorations. He knew it was important to make sure that the liquid spread across her bowels and that this process was often uncomfortable for his little patients. Luckily, the caresses so distracted Zoey, she didn’t realize that his hands were helping the liquid clean even more deeply into her system.

  Suddenly, Zoey’s eyes opened again wildly. Her glance rocketed around the room as her vagina began to contract strongly. “Dr. Richards, it’s happening again. Ooooh, am I supposed to feel this way?” she questioned frantically as her eyes locked with his.

  “Yes, Zoey. I’m going to make sure you feel this good every day that you are with me. Daddies take special care of their little girls and I’m going to reward your good behavior regularly.” He gave one more long lick across her vaginal opening to her clitoris causing Zoey to jerk in reaction.

  Dr. Richards stood up between Zoey’s legs and pushed his rolling stool back to clear the area again between her legs. As he stepped back to pull the basin back into position below her bottom, Zoey saw his penis pressing rigidly against the fly of his dress pants. Dr. Richards again helped Zoey into a seated position and reached between her legs to firmly pull the nozzle from Zoey’s rectum. This time he stood right next to Zoey as the liquid jetted from her body.

  Zoey blushed frantically, “Can’t I just go to the bathroom? You shouldn’t watch me go to the bathroom.”

  “Zoey, I’m going to be involved in all aspects of your life. Who do you think will clean up your cute bottom when you poop in your diaper?” Dr. Richards chuckled when Zoey shook her head emphatically. He laid both hands on Zoey’s emptying stomach and began to press and rub the flesh deeply, helping move the water toward her rectum.

  “I know you’re embarrassed by letting me care for you. If you’ll stay with me, Zoey, I promise you’ll soon get used to me helping you stay healthy. I wouldn’t want you to be my daughter if I didn’t want to take total care of you,” he reminded Zoey, gently meeting her eyes with a smile. His hands made one more final circle pressing deep into her abdomen and they heard the escaping liquid slow and come to a stop. He raised his hands up to cup her jaw and leaned in to kiss her lips softly. “You are becoming my world, Zoey,” Dr. Richards said to her softly.

  He stepped back and grinned at Zoey. “Okay, little one, I think you’ve let almost all of that yuckiness out of you. How does that sore spot feel now?” Dr. Richards questioned as he pressed that problem area on the left side of Zoey’s tummy.

  “Wow! It doesn’t hurt at all,” Zoey answered in amazement.

  “See, Zoey, I do actually know what I’m doing. Will you trust me a little more next time? I have a feeling I’m going to have to remind you of this each time you have an enema, aren’t I?” Dr. Richards questioned with a fond smile.

  “I’ll trust you.” Zoey promised and then realized she was agreeing to have enemas in the future. She rushed to add, “I’m sure I won’t need any more enemas though.”

  Chuckling, Dr. Richards gathered her into his arms and hugged the petite girl. “All little girls need enemas - sometimes for medical reasons, sometimes for punishments, sometimes just because they have a bad attitude or their daddies know that they need one.” He laid her back down flat on the exam table and again carefully wiped her clean before wheeling the waste over to the toilet area. After dumping it and rinsing the basin clean here-stowed it under the end of the exam table.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Zoey felt the bottom of the exam table begin to elevate so that her head was the lowest part of her body. She watched Dr. Richards pour a thick liquid into a round container and put it into the microwave for a short period of time. After pulling it out of the microwave, he carefully shook it before attaching a long nozzle onto the now bulb-shaped container. Scooping up a finger full of lubricant from his exam tray, Dr. Richards moved between Zoey’s still restrained legs.

  “One last warm-you-up medicine, Zoey,” he explained as he firmly pressed the lubricant on his large finger into her bottom as she tried to squirm away.

  “No more enemas, please,” Zoey begged with tears welling in her eyes.

  “This isn’t an enema, Zoey. It’s just a warm medicine that will go through your system and w
arm you up while soothing your overworked tummy from the inside. This will feel good,” he explained calmly as he pressed the long nozzle in completely before opening a tab at the end releasing the warm liquid to rush into her rectum. “Gravity will spread this deep into your tummy. Doesn’t it feel good, Zoey?”

  “NNNoooo,” Zoey sniffled.

  “Zoey, you are dangerously close to earning a spanking for lying to me. Let’s try this again. Truthfully, Zoey. How does this warm medicine feel?” Dr. Richards asked with a dangerous glint in his eye.

  “Okay, it feels good,” Zoey grudgingly admitted. She felt herself yawn widely as the warm liquid slid deep into her intestines soothing her. She rushed to add urgently as her eyes started to droop, “But I don’t need any more medicine! Really!”