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Healing Jess, Part 2
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Healing Jess
Part 2
By: Liette
Taking her back to the dressing table Kevin sat heavily on its
tiny metal framed stool and maneuvered Jessica into his lap. She
fought his every move, but with sheer force of will he wrested the
ball back into her mouth and fastened it into place. Another
minute of struggling and she found herself face down over one of
his knees with the other resting firmly over her legs, holding her
in place.
"It's bad enough that you refuse to accept that you need
attention, regardless of the fact that you could be making yourself
seriously ill," he growled furiously over her, "but, damn it,
Jessica Marie Kenhill, you have reached the absolute limit. If you
insist on behaving like a spoiled child then, by God, I will treat
you like one."
With that he delivered a hard, stinging smack to her bare
buttocks.
"Mmmmmf!" she cried in shock, trying to twist away. This
wasn't in play. He wasn't holding anything back.
"You... will... lie... still... and... behave!" he commanded,
punctuating each word with another smack.
"Mmmmuuuummmm," she sobbed. Her rear was on fire and her
resistance was gone. All she wanted was for him to stop.
He finally did, after half a dozen more spanks. Then he
pulled her up and carried her unresisting back to the massage table
where he dropped her on her stomach.
"Do not move."
That thought was the furthest thing from her mind. All else
forgotten, Jessica was only glad that he hadn't dropped her on her
back. Even the fluffy towels couldn't have softened the impact.
She lay still, as he insisted, whimpering softly at the fire in her
backside.
A few minutes passed and suddenly she felt something cool and
moist touch her red hot cheeks. Twisting her head around, she
watched her husband squeeze another glob of cool white lotion on
the brilliant red globes and tenderly smooth it around. It leached
the fire and soothed the sting. Presently, she dropped her face
back to the table and closed her eyes to relish the sensation.
When he was finished Kevin patted each cheek lovingly and came
to pull the hair from her face. The auburn strands were damp with
tears.
"Stop crying," he ordered gently. "And roll on your side for
Daddy."
This time Jessica obeyed. She had no choice. Sniffling, she
turned so that her back was to him and the wall.
"That's my baby girl. Now lie still and don't move."
Obedient, she lay and listened. She could hear Kevin moving
behind her and down beneath the table. Soon she felt his hand slip
under her side.
"Arch up a little," he instructed.
She did and a wide leather belt was pulled around her and
buckled about her narrow waist. The discipline belt. She started
to shift in protest, but a light slap to her sore rear stilled her
instantly. Another, thinner belt was then buckled around her
uppermost thigh, just above her knee, followed by third which held
her opposite ankle to the table.
"Pull your knee up," came the inevitable command. "As far as
you can."
Rebellion stirred again and she started to lock it, but Kevin
anticipated this and threw his arm around it, bending it for her.
Without another word, he snapped a hook dangling from the leg strap
to one of the rings on the front of the waist belt. She was now
exposed and completely defenseless against him, her left foot
resting against the top of her right thigh. Just to make sure,
however, two addition straps were linked to the belt, one on each
side, and secured somewhere under the table, preventing her from
twisting away from his ministrations. Despite her horrors and
fears, Jessica couldn't help but admire his preparedness. He must
have spent all afternoon planning and arranging this. This and her
punishment, she recalled dismally.
"Alright," he spoke at last, staying out of sight behind her.
"We're going to start soon, but first I want you to listen to me
very carefully. I know you're not used to taking anything back
here," he patted her bottom, "so I picked the smallest size nozzle
I could find. It still may hurt some so I want you relax and do
everything I say, alright baby?"
He waited for her nod.
"Good. Now Daddy is going to clean you out. That's what this
first enema is for."
Jessica jerked against her bindings in alarm. First enema?
What did he mean?
"Easy, baby." Kevin's hand settled on the side of her head
while the other stroked her back and shoulder. "It's not so bad.
Once your clean, I have to use the medicine. Just a little, I
promise."
When he was satisfied she was calm again, Kevin moved away
from her. A moment later she heard a faint squishing noise and
felt his hand on her backside. Fingers pulled her cheeks apart and
something cool and sticky touched her anus. She stiffened.
"Easy, now," Kevin's voice purred soothingly. "Relax. Daddy
doesn't want to hurt you."
Then his finger was pressing at her sphincter. Well coated
with K-Y, it slipped into her, probing and wiggling, until it was
buried to the hilt. Twisting it around, he thoroughly lubricated
her insides. As it moved within her, filling her strangely,
Jessica was horrified to feel a slight stirring of sensation that
had no place in the midst of a medical procedure. She clamped down
on the ball gag, for the first time thankful that it was there.
Seeming oblivious, Kevin withdrew his finger. Jessica tensed
and waited for the hard plastic of the nozzle, but gasped in
surprise when she felt his finger, freshly coated, back and
pressing for entrance. This time it slipped in easily despite her
clenched muscles. At the same time, she felt another, inquisitive,
finger creeping up the back of her thigh.
"Mmmmmf!" She shook her head and bucked.
With her legs tied she could do nothing to stop him.
Helpless, she felt her husband's finger touch lightly against her
sex and then probe deeper.
"Interesting," he murmured.
Jessica closed her eyes and ducked her head in shame.
"Daddy's little girl is definitely getting damp." For
emphasis he ran his finger down the back of her leg, letting her
feel the moisture, all the while sliding his other finger in and
out of her in a slow steady rhythm. "Do you like this, baby?"
She shook her head an emphatic no.
Kevin laughed and withdrew his hands. This time when they
returned it was to spread her cheeks wide apart. In an instant,
she felt the hard tip of the enema nozzle press against her tight
entrance.
"Breath deeply and push out for Daddy," Kevin instructed her,
all humor gone now.
She did and felt herself spreading wider. The end of the
nozzle was fatter than his finger and stretched her uncomfortably.
Jessica groaned and the nozzle stopped. Kevin let the tip sit
within her a few minutes, until she was accustomed to it, then he
pressed it forward again. Slowly, but surely, the intruder filled
her completely.
"Better?" Kevin asked, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
Reluctantly, Jessica agreed that it was, one slow nod.
"That's good," he cooed. "Daddy doesn't want to hurt you. He
wants you to be comfortable. He wants his baby girl to feel good
again."
She would, she thought. Just as soon as this was over and
done with.
But Kevin didn't share her viewpoint. He circled around the
table, coming into her line of vision for the first time, and
Jessica was startled then quickly apprehensive at the heightened
color in his face and the obvious excitement in his eyes.
"God, Jess, you can't believe how good you look right now," he
declared, moving toward her feet and craning his neck to view the
protruding nozzle.
"Mmmmmmf!" She twisted and glared at him. This was so
humiliating! She was trussed up, about to be flooded and cleansed
against her will, and he was hanging on every second of it.
Tipping his head, Kevin looked her in the face again,
obviously concerned. He came and crouched until he was eye level
with her. "Does it hurt?" he asked seriously.
She shook her head, knowing better than to lie, but let her
feelings be known through the muffling gag.
Kevin grinned. "Only your pride, huh?"
She squeaked and glared.
"Remember, Jess," he laughed, wagging a finger in her face.
"You brought this on yourself. Now tell me that you aren't
enjoying this, even a little."
She shook her head furiously.
"We'll see," he said cryptically. Then added in all
seriousness, "You know, some people do find this sort of thing
arousing, erotic even. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Her eyes widened in horror, but he was already gone, moving
back around her.
"It's time," he announced. "Just relax, baby, and let Daddy
take care of you. If you start to cramp just breath quick and
shallow until it passes."
Somewhere behind her there was a soft click and suddenly the
warm soapy water was rushing into her bowels.
It was the same sensation! The sensation she had so long ago
abhorred and Jessica began to thrash in her limited range of
movement. Still, there was nothing she could do. The water kept
coming, filling her, stretching her, exciting her.
"Relax, baby, relax," Kevin held on to her, soothing her.
"It's all right. You're doing great."
A cramp hit and she cried into the gag before remembering his
instructions. She breathed as he had told her and the cramp
passed. God, she felt the need to relieve herself as she never had
before!
"Mmmmmf! Mmmmmmf!" she implored.
"You're nearly halfway done." Kevin's words were hardly
comforting.
Suddenly she felt his hand on the back of her thigh, moving
slowly, caressing upward. What was he...? It ran over her cheeks,
kneading them, then slowly moved lower, heading inward.
"Mmmf! Mmmf! Mmmf!" she protested.
"It's alright. Daddy's going to help."
Alarmed, Jessica recognized the unmistakable sultry note in
her husband's voice.
"Daddy wants to make his baby girl feel good," he continued,
purring the words in a husky whisper.
She kept protesting, begging, but it did no good. As the
water continued to rush into her, Kevin's fingers found their mark,
probing into the soft folds of her sex, stroking the moistened
lips, parting them, slipping deeper, searching tenderly until they
found the swollen bud of her clit.
"MMMnnnnn!" She wailed when he took it gingerly between his
fingers, stroking it gently with his thumb. At the same time she
felt the hard nozzle between her cheeks begin to move, being pulled
slowly outward and pushed slowly back in again.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm." She was completely helpless now. Her aroused
body was taking control. Involuntarily her hips begin to move,
rocking back and forth.
In response to her movements, Kevin increased the pressure on
her throbbing nub and moved the nozzle faster, matching the rhythm
with the friction of his thumb.
"Almost done," he murmured. "Stay with Daddy, baby. There's
my precious girl."
Out of control, and helpless to stop it, she thrashed wildly
against her bindings. The sensations rising beneath the skillful
manipulation of her clit, the pressure building in her bowels, the
movement against her anus, the restrictiveness of her bonds, her
total inability to resist, all combined within the center of her
being, pushing her higher and higher toward the overwhelming, all
encompassing need for total release.
Suddenly a tidal wave crashed over Jessica with a force that
rocked her. Her back arched, her body convulsed, her limbs
stiffened and spasmed. From deep inside, wave after wave of
intoxicating pleasure washed over her, drowning her in a tide of
sheer euphoria. For an eternity it held her rigid, immobile,
completely at its mercy, until finally it released her exhausted
and trembling back into her own care.
Dazed and frightened, Jessica lay shivering in the aftermath
of one of the most intense storms she had ever experienced, barely
registering sensation of the nozzle being pulled from within her.
Something else took it it's place, hard and stubby. It slid in, a
bit painfully, and her sphincter closed around it.
"Mmmmmuuuummm?" she whimpered, opening her eyes.
"Hush, baby." Kevin was crouched in front of her again, that
particular smile on his face and his eyes full of love. "You're
doing so wonderful. That was so spectacular."
Her mind returning, she squirmed in shame at her body's
betrayal and whined at the discomfort inside of her, the fullness
and the pinching.
Her husband shushed her and stroked her brow. "Lie still now.
You still have to hold your water for a while, but I used a plug to
help you keep it in. I know it doesn't feel good, but you just
rest and let it do the work."
Easier said than done. With each passing moment, as her body
returned to normal levels, the need to relieve herself grew,
obliterating all else. She began to plead insistently through the
gag.
Kevin ignored this, whispering soft words of encouragement,
until, too many long minutes later, just when she felt she could
stand no more, he finally rose and began to unfasten the straps.
He gently straightened her knee, attentively massaging the stiff
muscles as he worked. Once he was satisfied, he helped her to sit,
then to stand, and, at long last, supported her into the adjoining
privacy room and onto the toilet. When he bent her forward and
pulled the plug from her, Jessica thought she would die from the
bliss of relief.
Kevin left her there, huddled as she was, to "make sure it was
all out" while he went to prepare for the administration of her
medication. She had whimpered at the thought, but there was no
fear of her bolting. Besides captive wrists and locked doors, she
was simply too drained. Her forced orgasm had taken any last shed
of resistance she might have been harboring. Refusing to dwell on
the memory, all she could do was she sit and wait for her husband
to retrieve her.
After Kevin returned and cleaned her, he helped her back into
the dressing area where he walked her around for a few minutes to
get the circulation flowing again. Then he carefully lifted her to
the table and, despite her weak attempts to protest, resecured the
bindings.
The second treatment, the medication, was similar to the first
only in that it was anal. There was no bag this time, just a squat
bottle holding about a pint of clear fluid. The end of the bottle
was an angled tapered spout that slipped a mere two inches into
her. By holding it inverted, Kevin had only to squeeze it gently
to empty its contents. Again he used the uncomfortable plug to
help her hold it, this time for a full fifteen minutes so the drug
in the solution could be absorbed. Though her second purge wasn't
nearly as dramatic as the first, it still left her weak and leaning
sideways against the wall when he finally allowed her to relieve
herself.
"Oh Jess, you did so wonderfully," he praised, once he had her
sitting back on the table. "You see, there was nothing to get so
worked up about. It's all over now, at least for a while."
Jessica blinked, registering the meaning. Yes, she recalled,
Goodrue had mentioned that the treatment had to repeated every
other day during the first week and then once a week for the next
three. After that a single treatment a month would suffice to keep
her pain free. She couldn't stop another flood of tears.
Kevin gathered her close and smiled his tender, loving smile.
"I know," he whispered, rocking her. "But it's all for the best.
You'll see."
While she shivered against him, needing his comfort, he gently
removed her gag. She took a deep shuddering breath and worked her
jaw, but made no other move, even after he had done the same with
the cuffs.
Leaning her back, he cupped her chin. "Are you ready for your
bath now?" he asked kindly.
Not that it mattered, she still managed to nod.
Kevin left her then to go touch up the bath with a fresh dose
of hot water and a few drops of rose scented perfume. When he
returned he swept her into his arms, kissed her, and carried her to
the tub.
The bath was wonderful after the trauma of the last half hour.
Jessica sat, soaking up the blissful heat, while Kevin ran a soft
cloth over her, washing her thoroughly. It was something he always
insisted on when she was under his control and she wouldn't have
changed it if she could. For some reason being bathed like a child
filled her with the warmest sense of security. She loved the way
he lifted each limb, the way he lathered her lingeringly, paying
special attention to her sensitive breasts, the way he stood and
bent her to caress between her legs, and most of all, the way he
gathered her into his lap and toweled her dry when he was finished.
Leaning against him, wrapped warmly against his chest, she was
sorry to realize it was over.
"Time for bed," Kevin announced, speaking for the first time
since he had lifted her from the water.
Blinking heavily, she looked at him in surprise. It was still
early. Was this truly all he had in store for her?
Reading her look, her husband laughed. "There's always
tomorrow," he teased.
Yet he was also serious. Too tired to really care, Jessica
let him bring her to her feet. Instantly a wave of vertigo seized
her and she stumbled. Through the spinning in her head, she heard
him call to her and felt him lift her into his arms.
"Its the medication." His words finally registered
meaningfully.
Off her feet some of the strange sensation was beginning to
abate.
"Marcus said it would likely make you drowsy. You've had a
big day. It's no wonder it's left you exhausted."
Jessica was shifted around and heard the faint click of the
lock. A moment later she was being laid on their bed. She opened
her eyes to look up at him.
Kevin was sitting beside her. "You've been very good, baby,
but I don't want you to leave me just yet," he said, watching her
blink sleepily. "Daddy still has to get you ready for bed."
In an ethereal haze, Jessica watched him rise and go to the
chest at the foot of the bed. A pillow, maybe, and some covers she
hoped. Instead, he returned with several soft leather straps she
had come to know well and a large cardboard box she had never seen
before. He laid the straps aside and set the box on the bed beside
her. It was marked with the logo of the adult toy store downtown
that they most often ordered from, Frawling Supplies Unlimited.
"I saw these in the catalog today," he told her, bending the
flaps open. "When I was ordering the gag. They're so cute, Jess,
I just couldn't resist. So as long as I was going through the
trouble of a special delivery...." He looked up at her with a
boyishly delighted grin, paused for dramatic effect, then reached
inside, and pulled out....
.... a DIAPER?!
Jessica shook her fuzzy head and blinked rapidly, sure she was
mistaken.
She wasn't!
There it was, offered obscenely before her, an oversized
plastic pink diaper, stenciled with pink and white bunnies,
complete with elastic gatherings and resealable tabs. Oh, no! No!
No! No!
"What do you think?" he grinned, turning it this way and that.
She thought it was the most horrible thing she'd ever seen,
that's what she thought. But his flushed excitement told her that
voicing that opinion would not only be futile, it would be
dangerously unwelcome.
Not that she had too. Still grinning, Kevin chucked her under
the chin. "Fitting, wouldn't you say?" he asked lightly, aware of
her aversion. "You're behavior's been childish, so I've decided to
act accordingly."
When he moved away to place the box, and God knew how many more
of the offending items, on the floor, Jessica glanced at the door.
She would never make it, she decided dismally. Besides the fact
that she was horribly weak was the sure knowledge that it was still
locked. Helpless, defeated, she looked backed at her husband.
Kevin was watching, reading her thoughts. He smiled at her
wisdom then leaned over the bed, one knee on the edge, and patted
her thigh. "Spread your legs for Daddy. There's a good girl. Now
raise your bottom."
Reluctantly, she did. The diaper slid under her and Kevin's
hand on her abdomen pushed her back down on the softly padded
lining. He pulled the front flap up and over her and sealed it
tight with the tabs.
"Daddy's baby," he murmured appreciatively, shaking his head
at the tears in her eyes.
This was beyond humiliating.
"Now," he said more briskly, picking up the leather straps.
"Stomach or back? You're choice."
Stomach, definitely. She would be much more comfortable that
way, as comfortably as she could be wearing a diaper. She rolled
to her stomach, horribly conscious of the way it bunched and
gathered between her legs. Without prompting she spread them and
stretched her arms over her head.
"Good girl," Kevin praised her initiative. He then took each
strap, a long leather belt with special fastening at either end,
and made bands around each of her wrists and ankles. Next, he
secured them to the four bed posts. They would keep her in place,
but not completely immobile. He had left enough slack to allow her
legs almost complete freedom while her arms could move comfortably
without the risk of her being able to unfasten the opposite wrist.
A pillow appeared and was tucked under her head and a blanket
pulled to her shoulders.
"I'll be sleeping in the bedroom next door," Kevin informed
her.
Rising, he placed a kiss to her cheek and a pat on her
diapered bottom. A moment later she heard the click of the lock
and the lights went out.
"Sleep well, baby."
Another click and she was alone. Burying her face in the
pillow, Jessica sobbed softly until the irritable pull of
exhaustion dragged her into welcoming oblivion.
This is the end of Chapter 1 of Healing Jess. What did you think?
Good? Bad? Do you want more? I would appreciate any and all
comments good and bad!!!
L.
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