Janine cursed herself. Four whole days of enemas! Three nights of sleeping in her own bed. And worst of all, 96 hours of Daddy barely touching her. How could she have been so stupid? She grimaced when she thought about all that water rushing into her. Each day, Daddy had added half a quart to the bag and 10 minutes to her hold time.
Today he filled her up with three and half quarts. She was propped up on all fours. This one was the absolute worst; she seriously thought her insides were going to burst. Sucking it in was a nightmare.
Before he started, she had thought maybe she could dribble a little in the hopes Daddy would get upset and punish her. But once the water was in, she knew there was no way she would be able to control a dribble. It was a roaring damn waiting to gush out of her backside with the least bit of relaxation.
There was no clock in the room she could see from her position. So she found herself counting off seconds, adding them up to minutes, screaming silently for 45 minutes to be up. Concentrate! She had to keep reminding herself. At some point, tears started streaming down her face.
"You can relieve yourself now," Roger stated from the doorway.
Janine leapt of the bed and flew by him to the toilet. So afraid she wouldn't make it, she cried with relief when she got to the toilet without a mishap. Shaking, she reached behind and pulled out the plug. It took awhile to completely empty herself out.
When Janine finally returned to the bedroom, her head was hanging with exhaustion.
"Feeling better?" Janine jumped at the sound of his voice. He sat indolently in a chair opposite the foot of her bed with his legs crossed. His elbows were propped and the armrests and his fingers laced together.
"Uhmmmm, yes, Daddy" Janine hung her head, not really wanting to look him in the eye. Discomfit with her current nakedness was overshadowed by the extreme embarrassment of the last few days.
"Rule one," Roger said without moving, "Never play me."
Janine started. He knew? Her face flamed. Could it get any worse? Now he knew how slutty she had been. How could he ever want her now?
"Rule two," he continued, "I will decide when, where and how. Understood?"
Janine stood completely still. Did that mean what she thought it meant? Could it be?
"Janine!" Roger uncrossed his legs and straightened in the chair, "Do you understand?" Janine nodded her head.
"That will not do. We need to be completely clear on this! A head nod is not satisfactory. I need you to completely understand and agree. So repeat it back to me."
Janine's heart started pumping quickly. Was this finally it? "You decide when, where and how."
"And what does that mean?" He persisted.
Her brow wrinkled. She had to explain it? "I should listen to everything you tell me?" He stared at her. The silence was unsettling. Janine gnawed on her lip. That must not have been good enough, "You make the rules and I follow them." She said with more conviction. Please don't let him change his mind! Please!
"Without question."
Janine nodded her head earnestly and caught herself, "Without question," she echoed.
He leaned back into the chair again and motioned her between his legs. Janine dashed to the chair and dropped to her knees. She unzipped his trousers and freed his cock. Smiling, she gazed at it with wonder, not having had a chance to really look at it unhindered before. Not realizing Janine hesitation was one of delayed admiration; Roger gently pulled her head to his hardened member. He paused a moment, savoring the feeling of her warm, wet mouth on his cock. Oh how delicious it felt. Unconsciously he started running his fingers through her hair as she stroked him with her lips.
He looked down at her, and his heart filled. She wanted to be his. His. What more could a man want? He was going to love exploring every inch of her young, nubile body. Wrapping her up in his arms and clasping her to him. But not yet. He had to deal with her transgressions. Couldn't have this all get started off on the wrong foot.
"We still have to deal with what you have done over the last few weeks." Janine paused, midstroke. He grasped some of her hair and gently started her back up.
"How many times did you misbehave on purpose just so I would spank you?" Roger shook his head before she could pull away and answer, "No, don't answer. I really don't want to know the answer to that particular question. And when you faked being sick, that was not good. Honesty, Janine, is what every relationship should be based on."
Janine shut her eyes. She felt ashamed. Here she was with her lips wrapped around Daddy's cock while she had to face how duplicitous she had been. She didn't deserve it, really. But his hand in her hair kept guiding her back onto his cock every time she meant to pull away. He was right, she shouldn't have used him that way. Even if she had felt she had no choice.
"Look at me," Roger insisted. Janine looked up. His cock got even harder seeing Janine on her knees looking at him with such innocence, her mouth still full with his cock. What a beautiful sight, "With us, it's even more important that we establish an honest relationship. Understand?"
Janine nodded.
"Good. Back onto the bed, same position," Roger pushed her off of him.
Janine went back onto the bed in confusion. Not another one! Wasn't the last enema enough? She got on all fours and waited. Roger climbed onto the bed behind her and she felt him start applying lube to her ass. Oh, please not another one!
