puppies." The girls exchanged hugs and when Franny returned to her work, the twins saw that Edward had entered the room. Louisa immediately went to him where he was seated and climbed onto his lap.
"I'm sorry, Papa."
Edward patted the cushion at his side, Lucy went and sat, leaning against his arm, and made her own apology.
"You okay?" Edward asked, putting his arm around her and patting her hip.
"Yes, sir, just very glad that Franny doesn't think we totally ruined her day."
"I'm glad to hear that but I don't think you need worry. Mr. Benedict seems like a man who understands that life can throw you a situation totally unplanned." He bent and kissed her forehead. "I promise, everything will be okay."
* * * * *
Ettie lifted her head from the pillow when Molly returned.
"Okay, sweetie, let's get this done so that you'll feel better."
"I feel better now," Ettie said, her eyes darting to the red bag that the nanny had hooked onto one of the bed posts.
"I'm glad to hear that and after we're done, you'll feel even better." Molly guided her from the bed and removed all of her clothing except for her chemise. She guided the girl back down, instructing her to lie on her left side. "Have you ever had an enema, Ettie?"
"Y-yes, ma'am, but not… not for a long time," Ettie said, her cheeks flushing.
"I assure you, the process remains the same. At least you know what to expect. Go ahead and pull your leg up to your chest. It will be more comfortable than lying over pillows."
Ettie obeyed and only gave a slight whimper when Molly pulled her right cheek away from its twin and applied a dollop of lubricant. "Just relax. I know it's cold but it will help the nozzle slide in."
"Please, I-I…"
"Ettie, sweetie, I realize your tummy hurts and I understand it is embarrassing to receive an enema but it is necessary. I want you to consider the fact that you could be lying over a pile of pillows and have a bag twice as full as this one flowing into you. You not only were naughty but you also cursed. As it is, a thorough mouth sudsing will have to wait until tomorrow."
"But no one even knew I cursed until I confessed!" Molly gave her a look that had Ettie blushing. "Um, I guess that doesn't matter?"
"It does make me proud of you for making a complete confession; however, it doesn't keep the sudsing from being necessary. Now, are you ready?" At Ettie's nod and whispered response, Molly patted her hip. Ettie felt her face heat and she squeezed her eyes shut when the tip of the nozzle pressed against her bottom-hole.
"No, little one, don't clench your bottom. It will be easier if you relax."
Ettie couldn't contain a soft yelp as the lubricated nozzle was slowly worked into her body. "That's a good girl. Stay just like that while you take your enema." A click sounded and the water began to run down the tubing. When Molly's hand patted her bottom, Ettie groaned and began whining, promising she'd never be naughty again.
"Ettie, you are not receiving an enema because you were naughty," Molly assured her, bending to push escaped strands of hair from the girl's cheek. "You are having your bottom filled to ease your tummy ache. Believe me, if you were lying here for the purpose of punishment, that bag you think is so large, would seem tiny compared to the amount you'd be given."
"Oh," Ettie whispered, her eyes darting to the bag hanging over her head.
"It is easy to promise to be a good girl when you are facing something painful or embarrassing. The important thing is to submit to the lesson, Henrietta. I want you to think about the consequences of your actions and the path you are choosing for your future. Obedience is one thing but, sweetie, total submission requires far more."
Ettie tried to think about all that Molly had conveyed but found it quite difficult to concentrate when her tummy began to rumble. She squirmed and moaned, her hands clenching the pillow beneath her cheek.
"Please, I need to go!" she pleaded, only to be told
"I'm sorry, Papa."
Edward patted the cushion at his side, Lucy went and sat, leaning against his arm, and made her own apology.
"You okay?" Edward asked, putting his arm around her and patting her hip.
"Yes, sir, just very glad that Franny doesn't think we totally ruined her day."
"I'm glad to hear that but I don't think you need worry. Mr. Benedict seems like a man who understands that life can throw you a situation totally unplanned." He bent and kissed her forehead. "I promise, everything will be okay."
* * * * *
Ettie lifted her head from the pillow when Molly returned.
"Okay, sweetie, let's get this done so that you'll feel better."
"I feel better now," Ettie said, her eyes darting to the red bag that the nanny had hooked onto one of the bed posts.
"I'm glad to hear that and after we're done, you'll feel even better." Molly guided her from the bed and removed all of her clothing except for her chemise. She guided the girl back down, instructing her to lie on her left side. "Have you ever had an enema, Ettie?"
"Y-yes, ma'am, but not… not for a long time," Ettie said, her cheeks flushing.
"I assure you, the process remains the same. At least you know what to expect. Go ahead and pull your leg up to your chest. It will be more comfortable than lying over pillows."
Ettie obeyed and only gave a slight whimper when Molly pulled her right cheek away from its twin and applied a dollop of lubricant. "Just relax. I know it's cold but it will help the nozzle slide in."
"Please, I-I…"
"Ettie, sweetie, I realize your tummy hurts and I understand it is embarrassing to receive an enema but it is necessary. I want you to consider the fact that you could be lying over a pile of pillows and have a bag twice as full as this one flowing into you. You not only were naughty but you also cursed. As it is, a thorough mouth sudsing will have to wait until tomorrow."
"But no one even knew I cursed until I confessed!" Molly gave her a look that had Ettie blushing. "Um, I guess that doesn't matter?"
"It does make me proud of you for making a complete confession; however, it doesn't keep the sudsing from being necessary. Now, are you ready?" At Ettie's nod and whispered response, Molly patted her hip. Ettie felt her face heat and she squeezed her eyes shut when the tip of the nozzle pressed against her bottom-hole.
"No, little one, don't clench your bottom. It will be easier if you relax."
Ettie couldn't contain a soft yelp as the lubricated nozzle was slowly worked into her body. "That's a good girl. Stay just like that while you take your enema." A click sounded and the water began to run down the tubing. When Molly's hand patted her bottom, Ettie groaned and began whining, promising she'd never be naughty again.
"Ettie, you are not receiving an enema because you were naughty," Molly assured her, bending to push escaped strands of hair from the girl's cheek. "You are having your bottom filled to ease your tummy ache. Believe me, if you were lying here for the purpose of punishment, that bag you think is so large, would seem tiny compared to the amount you'd be given."
"Oh," Ettie whispered, her eyes darting to the bag hanging over her head.
"It is easy to promise to be a good girl when you are facing something painful or embarrassing. The important thing is to submit to the lesson, Henrietta. I want you to think about the consequences of your actions and the path you are choosing for your future. Obedience is one thing but, sweetie, total submission requires far more."
Ettie tried to think about all that Molly had conveyed but found it quite difficult to concentrate when her tummy began to rumble. She squirmed and moaned, her hands clenching the pillow beneath her cheek.
"Please, I need to go!" she pleaded, only to be told
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