“I know, I know, but it hasn't been long enough. Just grit your teeth. You can do it.” She placed her free hand on his stomach and began to stroke him in slow, wide circles. It eased some of the worst cramping, but it also made him all the more aware of the water inside him and how it was filling him.
However, no amount of rubbing could give him relief for long. The pressure was growing unbearable, and he was beginning to panic at the thought that Belle would make him hold it for longer. If he couldn't go soon, he was sure he'd either burst or begin to squirm until the nozzle slipped out and he made a mess on the floor.
“No more,” he grunted.
“Alright, maybe you've had enough.”
She helped him up and to the toilet, letting him hold the nozzle himself.
“I want to be alone,” he said. He didn't know if he'd be able to live through the humiliation of her watching him expel the water.
She seemed to consider it. “Okay, but only if you promise you'll take the next one without kicking up such a fuss.”
“What do you mean, next one?”
“I want to clean you out, just in case there's any soap left. It could irritate your bowels. So, just water next time.”
She left the bathroom and closed the door. Grateful for the privacy, Lovino removed the nozzle and sat down on the toilet as quickly as he could. He reached for the tap on the sink to turn on the water in hopes that it would drown out the noises of him releasing the water. It was stupid because of course she knew exactly what was going on, but he needed to do it anyway.
There was a knock on the door almost as soon as he had flushed the toilet.
“I'm coming in.” Belle entered, smiling encouragingly at him. “There, it wasn't so bad, was it? Let's get the other one done, and then we can move to the bedroom.”
Now that he had already been through it once, the second enema didn't feel so bad. Belle didn't make him hold it for long, and soon enough they were ready for the next step. They took the towels with them, and Belle made him spread them on the floor.
“No, not yet,” she said when he was about to get on his knees.
“Why not?”
Belle sat down on the bed and patted her thighs. “Come here first.”
Lovino looked at her warily but got up from the floor. He wasn't sure what she was expecting of him. Did she want him to sit in her lap?
“Get over my knees,” she said when she noticed his confusion. She gestured for him to get closer, and he did, nervousness welling up inside him. He felt helpless in the humiliating position. The fabric of her shorts was unpleasant against his member, and any squirming for a better position only intensified it.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Don't even think about spanking me! I've been good, haven't I? I've done everything you said!”
“Quiet,” Belle said and pressed at his back to keep him lying against the bed. “Spanking isn't always a punishment. It'll help you relax and stop feeling so nervous. You'll feel a lot better once you realise that there's nothing to be afraid of.”
“How am I supposed to relax or feel good when it fucking hurts and – hey!”
Belle grabbed his buttocks, not firmly enough to hurt him but enough to remind him that she was the one in charge.
“It doesn't have to be a punishment, but it can become one if you don't behave,” she said. She eased her hold on him and let her hands rest on the small of his back. “I've been thinking about what you said. About this never helping you, I mean. You probably just aren't approaching it with the right mindset. You think it's something so horrible that you try to avoid it. You even lied to me about when you had your last appointment. I don't like that.”
She moved her hands down his back and then up to his buttocks again, tracing the line of his thighs. “The purpose of this isn't to punish you for who you are. There isn't anything wrong with you.”
Lovino snorted. She wouldn't be saying that if she had known him when he was younger. He had been problematic all through his life. He had fought with his brother, talked back to his teachers, got into fights and almost dropped out of school because he had been so afraid of failure that giving up had felt like a safer option.
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However, no amount of rubbing could give him relief for long. The pressure was growing unbearable, and he was beginning to panic at the thought that Belle would make him hold it for longer. If he couldn't go soon, he was sure he'd either burst or begin to squirm until the nozzle slipped out and he made a mess on the floor.
“No more,” he grunted.
“Alright, maybe you've had enough.”
She helped him up and to the toilet, letting him hold the nozzle himself.
“I want to be alone,” he said. He didn't know if he'd be able to live through the humiliation of her watching him expel the water.
She seemed to consider it. “Okay, but only if you promise you'll take the next one without kicking up such a fuss.”
“What do you mean, next one?”
“I want to clean you out, just in case there's any soap left. It could irritate your bowels. So, just water next time.”
She left the bathroom and closed the door. Grateful for the privacy, Lovino removed the nozzle and sat down on the toilet as quickly as he could. He reached for the tap on the sink to turn on the water in hopes that it would drown out the noises of him releasing the water. It was stupid because of course she knew exactly what was going on, but he needed to do it anyway.
There was a knock on the door almost as soon as he had flushed the toilet.
“I'm coming in.” Belle entered, smiling encouragingly at him. “There, it wasn't so bad, was it? Let's get the other one done, and then we can move to the bedroom.”
Now that he had already been through it once, the second enema didn't feel so bad. Belle didn't make him hold it for long, and soon enough they were ready for the next step. They took the towels with them, and Belle made him spread them on the floor.
“No, not yet,” she said when he was about to get on his knees.
“Why not?”
Belle sat down on the bed and patted her thighs. “Come here first.”
Lovino looked at her warily but got up from the floor. He wasn't sure what she was expecting of him. Did she want him to sit in her lap?
“Get over my knees,” she said when she noticed his confusion. She gestured for him to get closer, and he did, nervousness welling up inside him. He felt helpless in the humiliating position. The fabric of her shorts was unpleasant against his member, and any squirming for a better position only intensified it.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Don't even think about spanking me! I've been good, haven't I? I've done everything you said!”
“Quiet,” Belle said and pressed at his back to keep him lying against the bed. “Spanking isn't always a punishment. It'll help you relax and stop feeling so nervous. You'll feel a lot better once you realise that there's nothing to be afraid of.”
“How am I supposed to relax or feel good when it fucking hurts and – hey!”
Belle grabbed his buttocks, not firmly enough to hurt him but enough to remind him that she was the one in charge.
“It doesn't have to be a punishment, but it can become one if you don't behave,” she said. She eased her hold on him and let her hands rest on the small of his back. “I've been thinking about what you said. About this never helping you, I mean. You probably just aren't approaching it with the right mindset. You think it's something so horrible that you try to avoid it. You even lied to me about when you had your last appointment. I don't like that.”
She moved her hands down his back and then up to his buttocks again, tracing the line of his thighs. “The purpose of this isn't to punish you for who you are. There isn't anything wrong with you.”
Lovino snorted. She wouldn't be saying that if she had known him when he was younger. He had been problematic all through his life. He had fought with his brother, talked back to his teachers, got into fights and almost dropped out of school because he had been so afraid of failure that giving up had felt like a safer option.