“No, I haven’t.”
Stefano looked over his shoulder with a stern look and Gio came up from behind and swatted me hard on the butt. Luckily, my towel helped block some of the sting, but it still had me yelping.
“No, what?” Stefano asked with warning laced in his words.
“No… no, sir. I have never had an enema before.” I didn’t want one. Unlike the idea of a spanking, this did not give me butterflies in my tummy. This didn’t look like it would be worth any comfort item at all.
Hell, I would give them all back to avoid this.
“Which is exactly why you’re going to receive one,” Gio said as he walked back toward the camera. “You need to be nice and clean for any anal discipline from the brothers.”
Anal discipline?
“But I…” I looked at Stefano and felt panic as I stood there trying to process what was going to happen. I really had no idea what an enema felt like, what it would do, or if I would truly even hate it.
“Now, now, Hailey,” Stefano said and placed the enema tools on the floor. He stood up and smiled, offering a look of kindness, which did help… a little. Very lightly, he placed his palm on my tightly closed fist that clasped my towel securely around me.
“Let go of the towel,” he commanded softly, which I didn’t hesitate in doing.
He spread the towel on the tiled floor and looked at Gio, who nodded that he was ready to continue with the video.
He squatted and patted the fluffy pink fabric. “Kneel down on the towel and get on all fours.”
I glanced at the camera and could see that the red light was on. For a split second, I thought about running. All I had to do was grab my clothes and be out the door and into freedom. I could leave. I could flee this house and never look back. Maybe I could reach the cops before the Bennato Brothers and their goons got a hold of me again.
Make wise choices, the words of my mother rang in my ears.
Yes, running wasn’t wise.
But I knew they would catch me, and the punishment… would be severe.
Not wanting Stefano to have to repeat himself, I did as he asked and got on all fours, my ass facing the camera. Stefano patted my behind, reminding me of the spanking I had just received. I wondered if it was red or bruised. I was sure Thomas, who would be watching this video, would enjoy seeing the signs that I had just been spanked. He probably wished I was bleeding while lash after lash scarred my creamy flesh. Maybe he would be far stricter with me than his brother.
“You are such a good girl,” Stefano praised. “I’m going to take all the bad away from your body. Every single toxin left inside. You just have to endure for a short time, and I will give you a comfort item for good behavior.”
I could see him pull the enema bag and nozzle his way as he positioned himself behind me. I heard the snap of a bottle, some shuffling around, and the feel of a wet nozzle touching my anus.
“Okay, I’m going to put this tube in this tiny little hole of yours. It will sting as it stretches you, but I want you to be a good girl and not give me any tears. Take it up the ass without a fight, and just know it won’t be the last thing spreading your hole wide while you reside at the manor.”
As the tube entered inside of me, I gasped at the foreign sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it felt odd having something inserted in a place so… private. As it entered all the way inside, Stefano spread my legs wider and then pressed down on my back, forcing the front half of me to lie flat on the floor. My breasts pressed firmly against the terrycloth, and my butt high on display caused my face to burn in humiliation. I could feel the cool air of the room on my stretched anus and along my bare pussy. I knew that there wasn’t a part of my privates not on full display for the camera.
“I’m going to start filling your ass with the water. I’m feeling merciful so I’ll go nice and slow, but you’re going to have to take deep breaths and just allow the pressure to build.”
I could actually feel the minute the water started entering me. There was a moment of panic as I worried I would have to go to the bathroom right then. It almost felt as if I had to go, but not quite. But then the pressure he spoke of set in. My belly began to expand, and cramping attacked my lower region.