Chapter 18

Chapter

Eighteen

ANI

I forgot the video had been recording. Not once during my first spanking of my life did I even stop to consider that the camera pointed at my upturned ass the entire time. Funny how the only thing going through my mind was how I will never let even a hint of hair grow on my ‘cunt’ ever again.

Phoenix keeps me in position over his lap while I slowly regain my breath and sniffle back the tears. I didn’t sob, but the pain brought tears to my eyes, and I’m not sure if I should try to hide them. Do I try to be brave and endure my spanking with little emotion? Or does Phoenix want to see the pain? The fear? I must ask when the time seems right. Will tears earn me extra comforts? Or will showing strength earn respect, hence more comfort items? However, right now, I can’t speak, even if I want to.

Phoenix rubs his fingertips in small circles over my heated flesh. “Good, dove. This is the first of many punishments to learn your lesson.” Without warning, he moves his fingertips down the crack of my ass until they reached my pussy. Dipping them past my folds, he moves them around and collects my juices. “Someone likes having her ass spanked, I see.”

I shamelessly wiggle against his hand, desperate for him to move his fingertips beyond my folds and to enter inside of me, or at the very least to play with my clit. Something, anything… He is right.

I did enjoy it .

Maybe not the actual pain of it. I don’t think I like the feeling of being spanked, but my body is on fire, just as my ass is. How can a spanking that I am literally begging for him to stop do this to me? The only explanation is that the feeling of desire is far better than the feeling of fear.

“Do you want me to make you feel all better? To kiss away all the pain?” His fingers only run along my folds, teasing me with how close they are to giving me what I want so badly.

“Yes, sir.” My voice cracks as I all but plead my answer.

He pulls his hand away quickly and gives me one final swat before helping me to a standing position. “Bad girls with hairy cunts do not get to feel all better.”

He turns on the faucet and adjusts the temperature, placing his hand under the water until he’s satisfied. He then takes the removable showerhead off the base and pulls the lever to make the water burst from the showerhead. He keeps it face down and motions for me to get into the bathtub.

Mortified, I step into the tub. How I wish I had been better prepared and shaved down there. Although I have never done so before. All the men I have ever been with before just got what they got. I don’t care or have even given it a thought. But with Phoenix, who will be rewatching my humiliation, it fills me with so much shame that I’m not presented better. Phoenix has made me feel like a dirty girl. Yes, a filthy dirty bad girl as he so often likes to call me. I am his dirty captive, and yet, the thought of that makes my tummy flip in anticipation of what that will mean, and how he will try to cleanse me of my soiled ways.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I whisper as Phoenix directs the stream of water between my legs.

“Sit down and spread your legs wide. Lean back and stay very, very still.”

I do as he asks while he reaches for a razor and a bottle of body cleanser. And though maybe I should be embarrassed that my sex is on full display for the camera, the main humiliation I feel is that I have disappointed Phoenix, and for some odd reason, I hate that. I am hairy, and I want to be rid of it as quickly as possible.

Is this submission? Or is this just plain insanity?

But I’ve never been one to judge people for their sexual kinks, so why am I judging my body’s response now?

I’ve always found dominance sexy, and I longed to be truly submissive to the right man. Being faced with the chance now is not only exciting, but highly confusing. Is this all a sexual kink game, or is my future truly on the line? Do I hate this? Or do I like this? Do I want to run away, or do I want to stay forever?

Phoenix squirts a generous amount of liquid soap between my legs and then with the utmost care, he swipes the razor in one long motion, leaving a trail of bare skin behind. I watch him as he expertly angles the razor, and as he uses his fingers to open and hold back my folds so he can get every last hidden hair. In fascination, I watch as my pussy becomes free of the hair, and I can see what the most intimate, secret part of my body truly looks like. It’s odd to see a body part of mine that I haven’t really examined before. Or at least seen as an adult. I really don’t know what my pussy looks like completely bare until Phoenix grabs the showerhead and once again directs it at my spread legs.

I gasp and release a tiny moan when the pressure from the water makes contact on my highly sensitive clit that is so needy for attention. It takes everything I have not to put my hand down there and pleasure myself, but I figure such an act would land me back over Phoenix’s lap for a repeat session on how good girls are supposed to act.

My gasp and moan, however, makes Phoenix smile. “My dirty dove likes her shower time.” He keeps the water where it is, watching as the flowing streams build my pleasure.

“Yes, sir,” I moan as my orgasm nears.

“But,” he says as he shuts the shower off, “bath time is not fully over yet. Although I will give you another comfort item for remaining so still.”

He reaches for my hand and helps me out of the bathtub. I groan in disappointment, and my head feels a little light from getting up so quickly. My bare pussy screams in protest with the need for completion, but there is nothing I can do.

I’m at my monster’s mercy.

“Let’s get you dried off,” he says. “I want to see every bit of the enema clearly.”

“Enema?” I ask as Phoenix wraps a pink fluffy towel around my body.

“Yes, Ani. Bath time is for getting all parts of your body clean. My guess is that you have never had one.” Phoenix ducks under the sink and pulls out what looks like a large, deflated rubber whoopee cushion with some plastic tubing. And what kind of house just happens to have one under their bathroom sink ?

Oh… Olympus Manor, of course.

“No, I haven’t.” Of course I haven’t. Who does this? Why would I do this?

Phoenix looks over his shoulder with a stern expression. “No, what?” A warning laces his words.

“No… no, sir. I have never had an enema before.” I don’t want one. Unlike the idea of a spanking, this does not give me butterflies in my tummy. This doesn’t look like it will be worth any comfort item at all.

Hell, I’ll give them all back to avoid this.

“Which is exactly why you’re going to receive one,” he says. “You need to be nice and clean for any anal discipline later on.”

Anal discipline?

“But I…” I look up at Phoenix, my panic growing as I stand there trying to process what’s going to happen. I really have no idea what an enema feels like, what it will do, or if I will truly even hate it.

“Now, now, dove.” Phoenix places the enema tools on the floor.

He stands up and smiles, offering a look of kindness, which does help… a little. Very lightly, he places his palm on my tightly closed fist that clasps my towel securely around me.

“Let go of the towel,” he commands softly, which I don’t hesitate in doing.

He spreads the towel on the tiled floor and looks at my freshly shaven pussy for long and hungry moments.

He then squats and pats the fluffy pink fabric. “Kneel down on the towel and get on all fours.”

I glance at the camera and remind myself that this will forever be on tape. For a split second, I think about running. All I have to do is grab my clothes and be out the door and into freedom. I can leave. I can flee this house and never look back. Phoenix will allow me to go. Maybe not my sister. But something inside me tells me that Phoenix won’t harm me. But his anger toward my sister is something I have to fix. I have to stay to fix it all.

Make wise choices , the words of wisdom ring in my ears.

Yes, running isn’t wise.

Phoenix doesn’t want me resisting, and if I do, the punishment… will be severe.

Not wanting Phoenix to have to repeat himself, I get on all fours, my ass facing the camera. Phoenix pats my behind, reminding me of the spanking I just received. I wonder if it’s red or bruised. I’m sure Phoenix, who will be watching this video later, will enjoy the signs that I had just been spanked. He probably wishes I was bleeding while lash after lash scarred my creamy flesh. Maybe he plans to be far stricter next time.

“You are such a good girl,” Phoenix praises. “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.”

He pulls the enema bag and nozzle his way as he positions himself behind me. I hear 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 enters me, I gasp at the foreign sensation. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels odd having something inserted in a place so… private. As it slides all the way inside, Phoenix spreads my legs wider and then presses down on my back, forcing the front half of me to lie flat on the floor. My breasts press firmly against the terrycloth, while my butt, high on display, causes my face to burn in humiliation. The room’s air is cool on my stretched anus and along my bare pussy. There isn’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 feel it the instant the water starts entering me. There is a moment of panic as I worry I will have to go to the bathroom right then. It almost feels as if I have to go, but not quite. But then the pressure he speaks of sets in. My belly begins to expand, and cramping attacks my lower region.

“I need to go to the bathroom now!” I’ll be mortified if I have a bowel movement by accident—especially on camera—but that’s what my body is threatening to do if I don’t run to the toilet that sits off in the corner in this small compartment of a room.

“No. You have to take it all before you’re allowed up.” Phoenix holds the nozzle firmly in my hole and places his palm over the small of my back to remind me to stay in position.

“I can’t,” I moan. “Please. You don’t understand.” I don’t want to tell them that I have to go bad, but I can’t hold it any longer .

“Ani,” Phoenix warns. “Listen to me.”

The cramping intensifies, and I feel as if I will explode at any second. Sweat begins to coat my skin. “Please! I…” I clench my anus as tightly as I can to hold it back. The action only reminds me that something foreign is inside of me. “I can’t,” I whine.

“Do you want me to distract you?” he asks.

I nod and whimper in response.

Phoenix reaches around and gently massages my extended belly, which does seem to relieve some of the pressure. When my whimpers stop, he sits back and runs his fingers down the seam of my ass, circling the nozzle, massaging the stretched flesh of my invaded anus. His fingers then leave the taboo spot and dip down to my sex. When he touches me, I realize I am dripping wet.

“Ahhh, my dirty dove is all nice and wet. Dirty, dirty girl.”

He runs his fingertip around my clit and then dips down to the folds of my pussy, collecting my juices, and then back to my clit for more delicious ministrations.

The one thing I have to admit as I moan in both agony and pleasure is Phoenix has successfully managed to help me relax enough to take all the water. I’m not comfortable, but at least I’m not in a panic that I will have an accident while the camera captures every embarrassing moment.

“Now that’s a good girl,” Phoenix praises as he stops playing with my clit and pats my butt cheek. “You took all the water. Do you have to go to the bathroom?”

“Yes…” I moan. A sharp slap to my ass has me quickly saying, “Yes, sir.”

Will he make me use the toilet on camera as well? I don’t want to, but at this stage, I don’t care what it will take to relieve the immense pressure. The control required to hold it all in makes my legs quiver.

“All right, dove. I’m going to pull out this tube. When I do, you are going to have to work extra hard to hold it all in. It’s going to feel like you have no choice but to release. But if you do, a severe consequence will follow. So, you need to be a good girl, and get up and run to the toilet.”

I nod and moan loudly as waves of cramps attack, one after another.

“You can close the door for privacy since you have been such a good girl. I will be waiting in your bedroom. Meet me in there when you are finished. You have a long way to go, but you just earned yourself some more comfort items.”

He pats my behind softly before he slowly eases the nozzle from my puckered hole. He was correct when he said it felt like I will go right here and now. I cry out in fear of having an accident in front of his watchful eyes. Clenching tightly, which only makes the pulling of the tube out more uncomfortable, I somehow manage to run to the small room that only holds a toilet and close the door behind me.

Is this all worth the number of comforts actually earned?

How much more of this can I endure?

How long will this take? Is this my new life? If I have his baby, will the discipline cease? Is this temporary or forever?

Penance is owed, and I clearly will be paying in the most wicked ways imaginable. My sinful sentence has begun. I am now a possession of the Phoenix Godwin. Does this mean I’m now part of the Godwin family? And what does that truly mean if the answer is yes?