LITTLE DEBBIE: GIVEN ENEMA AND TOILET TIED

BY SCAVENGER

[ part 2 ]

Little Debbie (not of the snack cake fame), 9 years old, played in her room. A warm summer day, she wore sleeveless shirt showing off her tummy almost up to her nipples, panties and her shorts. Her bright red hair flowed like a red waterfall down to just above her sweet butt cheeks. Her deep green eyes studied the game she played. Freckles covered her entire body.

Suddenly, she felt her stomach, well, really her bowels (but what difference? ) begin to churn and gurgle. She knew what this meant. She got up and her little bare feet carried her from her basement bedroom, upstairs, past her dad saying, "Bathroom again?" to his questioning look. She continued on up the stairs to the large bathroom on the second floor. She just barely made it, pulling down her shorts and panties in one quick pull, kicking them off her toes. Just as soon as she sat down her bowels let loose.

She hated it. But she couldn't help it. Afterward, she knew what she had to do. When she finished she used the toilet paper to wipe herself, then, taking off her shirt as well, stood naked in front of the bathroom sink. She turned on the water taps, getting the water nice and warm. She got her hands wet, then soaped her left hand really good. She reached back and began to wash her little butt hole, even sticking a finger up inside to clean it out completely. She then washed her hands with an anti-bacterial soap. She dried her hands and picked up her clothes and went downstairs to stand in front of her father.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart."

She didn't want to ask. She hated them. But the way her daddy gave them to her, she didn't mind that much. "Daddy, I need an enema."

Her father looked at her pensively. "You know what that entails."

"Yes, daddy. But I still need one."

"OK, you leave your clothes down here, and go back upstairs to the bathroom. I'll be up in a few minutes."

"Yes, daddy."

So Little Debbie did as she was told. Waiting in the bathroom she began to get Goosebumps just thinking about what her daddy was going to do to her. Finally her daddy returned with a small box.

"Are you ready, sweetie?"

"Yes, daddy."

"OK, put your hands behind your back and turn with your butt to me."

Little Debbie did so. Daddy took her hands and turned them up so her fingers were almost to her neck. Daddy tied her wrists very tightly, and wrapped more rope up her forearms to her elbows. He then took more rope, tied it around her wrists, and wrapped her upper body with it, pinioning her arms down. Daddy made certain the ropes pushed down from the top and up from the bottom on her little nipples, making them stand out prominently. She knew what was coming. Daddy put a clothespin on each nipple, making Little Debbie cry out in pain. Daddy then blindfolded her and ball gagged her.

"OK, I will help you down onto the floor."

When they got done, Little Debbie kneeled on the floor one cheek flat against it, her knees keeping her little freckled butt in the air. She automatically spread her knees as far apart as possible so Daddy could have easy access to her little anus.

Little Debbie felt her Daddy's hand on her bottom, mostly up and down the crack of her bottom, something wet and slippery and cold being spread there, then she felt a finger work its way into her rear hole. She squirmed and squealed, but then she felt the pleasure from his finger. But just then, Daddy pulled out his finger.

"OK, I have to get the water ready."

Little Debbie heard water running. Other noises. Then the nozzle being pushed into her backside. Then the water slowly filling her bowels. Little Debbie grunted as the water continued to flow. The stomach pains then attacked her. She wriggled her bottom back and forth, wanting the nozzle out of her.

"Not yet, sweetheart. The water bottle isn't empty yet."

Her pains got worse. She didn't think she could hold it, but knew she must. Otherwise . . .

The water continued to flow. Little Debbie squirmed more and more. She screamed through her ballgag.

"Just a little more, honey. Just a little more."

NO! She couldn't take even that much! But she did. Finally, with excruciating pains in her belly, she felt the nozzle being pulled out.

"Don't you dare go until you get on the toilet AND I finish tying you there."

Daddy helped her up, and sat her on the toilet. Daddy took her ankles, pulled them up, and tied them to each other with rope around the back of the bottom of the bowl.

"OK, now you can go."

Little Debbie wondered if Daddy were going to stay. She never knew if he did or not. But she let go. Her stomach pains finally disappeared, her bowels empty.

"OK, bend over. I'll wash your bottom."

Little Debbie did as she was told. Daddy wiped her bottom and anus with a warm washcloth. He flushed the toilet.

"OK. I'll see you in a little while," and Daddy walked out closing the door loud enough for Little Debbie to hear.

"Mmmm! Mmmmmmmph!" she called out. Her Daddy didn't answer. She squirmed and wiggled on the toilet, but to no avail. She was tied too tightly. Daddy had never done this to her before. She wondered why he was doing it now. As she struggled, a warm feeling swept over her. Her nipples burned. Her arms ached. She felt off balance with her ankles tied up above the floor.

Yet, that feeling grew and grew, warmer and warmer. Her bladder let go and she began to pee. The feeling seemed to grow with her urine release. But still, she didn't know what was happening. She tried to get something to happen, but nothing did, just the extremely wam and sexual feeling (sexual?) deep down inside her private parts. She could feel her little pussy become extremely wet, her clit pulsate with excitement. She screamed, trying to make something happen. Just then her father walked in.

"Having fun?" he asked her.

Little Debbie moved her hips back and forth, shook her chest so the clothespins would wiggle on her already sore nipples. Still, nothing happened.

"Oh, I see. Would you like me to help you?"

Her Daddy touch her down there? Finally, she nodded.

Daddy began to rub her little slit very easily, sliding a finger up and down the slit, smearing the wetness all around her lower lips. His finger slipped inside her, and she screamed at the sudden intrusion. Then she felt his finger on her clitoris. Soon, her Daddy was moving a finger in and out of her hairless twat, another rubbing up and down on her clit. Soon she felt the feelings even stronger, and suddenly she gasped, froze, and experienced her very first orgasm. Daddy flicked the clothespins on her nipples as well, sending a stream of pain/pleasure through her chest, forcing her orgasm to be even stronger. Finally, Little Debbie settled down, sweat rolling off her naked body.

Daddy untied her feet, removed the clothespins, removed the blindfold, pulled out her ballgag, and untied her arms and wrists. She jumped into his arms.

"Thank you, Daddy. I want to do that again, real soon."

"Don't worry, honey, you will."

And Daddy hugged Little Debbie, putting a hand on her little bare behind, another around her upper back. He picked her up and carried her downstairs . . .