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  “I think there are too many lovers today who have forgotten the pleasure that comes from this type of sensation,” Collin said as he pulled the peacock feather across her hard, ripe nipples. “This type of fondling takes time to build arousal, and everyone is always in so much of a hurry.”

  Brooke growled, her wriggling more pronounced as he tantalized her breasts. Her eyes widened as he produced a small, multi-tailed whip. The entire length was no longer than eighteen inches and included a flat leather handle and six split tails. He placed the tails on her abdomen, stroking them back and forth.

  “This is made of deer suede. Feel how soft it is? Nothing to be afraid of. It is designed for pleasure, not punishment,” he reassured as he tickled the tips of her breasts with the tails. Gently, he snapped the little whip to her stomach. Brooke jumped in response, her eyes wide with surprise. It stung but did not hurt.

  “You are going to find yourself begging for more, sharper stinging in a short while,” Collin said, snapping her breasts again before stroking them with the edges of the feather. “You are going to want real pain before we are done here. You don’t believe me?”

  Brooke shook her head, lifting her body to catch more of the whip against her breasts and torso. Collin chuckled, dragging the tails against her inner thighs and down to her calves. He snapped the whip to the bottom of her feet, watching as she curled her bare toes.

  “Do I hear you giggling? Are you ticklish here?” he asked, running his fingertip along her instep. Brooke howled behind her gag, trying to pull her foot from him. Collin cracked his knuckles. “I think I found the perfect torture for you. I will be right back.”

  Brooke thrashed against the restraints, her entire body tingling in the slightly chilled air. What was he up to?

  “You will either love this or hate it. Doesn’t matter to me,” he announced, unscrewing the lid off a jar. He withdrew a glob of cream, warmed it in his hands, and then reached for her right foot. Brooke screeched. She hated having her feet touched!

  Collin began to rub the lotion into her foot, and the scent of cinnamon and mint reached her nose. He knew exactly where to press to relax her, and in no time, Brooke went limp. He proceeded to her other foot, rapidly achieving the same results. He moved the massage up her legs, paying special attention to the sensitive area on the inside of her ankles, behind her knees, the soft inner thighs, and the flesh of her bikini line. He avoided touching her moist areas of intimacy with the lotion, and Brooke struggled with both relief and agitation. Would it burn? Would it arouse her more?

  His lotioned hands move across her tummy, around her breasts, and over her chest. The scent of cinnamon and mint stimulated her senses, causing her to inhale deeply as she closed her eyes.

  “I’m a firm believer in aromatherapy,” Collin was saying, rubbing the cream into the back of her neck, “especially in sensual aromatherapy. I suspect that this scent makes you want to take everything deep inside of you. It is warm and comforting, and also very, very sexual. Do you want me to touch your pussy with this lotion?”

  Brooke nodded quickly, feeling her eyes roll back as she inhaled deeper.

  “It is designed to use in the intimate zones. Otherwise I would not even consider touching you like that. Undiluted oils would burn horribly.”

  Brooke snapped in a breath as his fingers grazed the tip of her clit. A warm, tingling sensation followed, and Brooke felt her body flow with moisture.

  Collin slowly inserted his finger inside of her, touching her pink walls with the lotion-covered digit. Her muscles grabbed at his finger, demanding deeper penetration. He withdrew, watching her clench wildly in a wasted effort to pull him inside.

  He positioned himself between her splayed legs and pursed his lips, blowing a tiny stream of air over her clit. His breath ignited the sensation as the lotion began to bring forth a series of both hot and cold tingles. Brooke bit down on the gag and released a frustrated scream.

  “This is probably a big mistake,” Collin said, taking off her gag, “but I want you to be able to breathe well as I touch you. No talking, though. A spanking in the diaper positions is not only painful but incredibly humiliating.”

  “What’s that?” Brooke blinked.

  Collin straddled her body and leaned forward to look into her eyes. “It is when I untie your ankles from the corner posts and bring them together in the air. I will then take the ropes and secure them to the rail over-head and tie tightly enough to lift that little bottom a bit off the mattress. That position gives me full access to your backside, sit spots, thighs, and your lovely little orifices. Now—”

  “No diaper position,” Brooke stated boldly. “I’ll be quiet.”

  “Not quiet, just no talking. Is that your tummy growling?”

  Chapter Eight

  Brooke quickly shook her head as Collin put his ear to her stomach. He frowned.

  “These are not hunger rumbles,” he announced, sliding off the bed and heading towards his closet. He pulled out a large, canvas bag and set it on the mattress to open it. He withdrew a stethoscope and placed the bell on her belly. His frown deepened as he gently pressed into her stomach.

  “Okay, little one,” his voice was firm as he glanced up at her, “when was the last time you went to the bathroom.”

  “Oh, my God, that is so not your business!” Brooke exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

  “Play stops immediately when a health issue arises,” Collin responded, untying her limbs from the post. “Answer me.”

  “You seriously don’t need to play doctor with me. Besides, you were a psychologist…”

  “Psychiatrist, dear. That is a medical doctor with a specialty in mental health. The medications you are taking can cause some sever constipation, which is why Denise also gave you the softeners. Have you been taking those?”

  Brooke’s face was beet red. Her refusal to respond gave him the answer he needed.

  “I am running into town. I want you to take a nice warm bath while I am gone. At least this is some explanation as to why you have been more prickly than usual.”

  “I’m fine, Collin. It has always taken a while for my body to adjust to a new environment.”

  “Go take that bath. I’ll be home in a few,” he answered, kissing her cheek and leaving the room.

  Brooke snarled, sitting up in the bed. Her body still tingled with the teasing Collin had done, but her abdomen was more than slightly uncomfortable and bloated. She slid into the hot bath filled with fragrant Epson salts, massaging her belly as it rolled in protest beneath her hands. Besides the obvious embarrassment of him discovering that she had ignored her own bodily function, she hated that he was right. She decided that she would just swallow the Milk of Magnesia, or whatever else he would bring back to help her, and avoid any further discussion of the topic. Her stomach rumbled again, and Brooke bemoaned the fact that the man had been, of all things, a freaking doctor. That meant she couldn’t just lie and tell him she had used the facilities.

  She was still in the tub when he returned, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, exposing her pale, pain-riddled face. Collin entered the bathroom and sat on the counter, placing a large bag on the vanity. He handed her a cup of tea.

  “Drink this, baby. How are you feeling?” he asked.

  “I’ll be fine. You don’t have to fuss over me. I… oh, this is nasty!”

  “Not enough sugar?”

  “Collin, an entire sugar cane field stuffed into this cup would not improve the flavor. Gag.”

  “It’s senna. It should help a bit. I also picked up some apple cider.”

  “Quite the momma, aren’t you?” Brooke said, wrinkling her nose.

  Collin crossed his arms. “I might surprise you, kiddo. Let’s get you out of there before you turn into a prune.”

  Brooke submitted to him drying and then dressing her, making certain to clutch her cramping stomach only when he was not looking. Her misery grew, making her unusually silent as she followed him around the ho
use, unpacking smaller items. It was late into the afternoon by the time he announced his intent.

  “I know you feel like crap, baby. If the tea doesn’t help you, we will take more aggressive measures.”

  “I’m fine,” Brooke whispered, leaning in half and guarding her torso.

  “Oh good! Let’s go for a jog. It’s getting a bit foggy out, but—”

  “Shut up, Collin. I am not going jogging.”

  “Maybe you’re right,” he said pleasantly. “We do have a lot to finish around here. All these pots and pans need—”

  “I am not doing dishes. Or cleaning. Or laundry. I’m gonna go lay down.”

  “Brooke, if you stop being so stubborn, I can make you more comfortable,” Collin stated.

  “Just leave me alone,” she answered through gritted teeth. She bypassed the stairs and curled up on the large sofa in front of the roaring fire, rocking herself back and forth as her stomach’s protests increased.

  Collin watched her for several minutes, shook his head, and bounded upstairs to retrieve the bag he had left in the bathroom. He sat next to her and opened it.

  “No more arguments from you,” he stated, pulling out a small box containing suppositories. “You obviously have no desire to take care of yourself, so I am going to do this for you.”

  “Oh no you aren’t!” Brooke exclaimed, her eyes wide as he peeled back the foil wrapper from two of the small inserts.

  “I certainly am,” Collin retorted, flipping open the top of the KY tube. He pulled gloves from the bag and snapped one on his right hand. “You can comply with this treatment, or you can get spanked and then comply. I am going to help you, either way.”

  “Collin, this is unnecessary.”

  “No, unnecessary is the fact that you have wound yourself into this tiny ball on the corner of the couch and rock yourself to ease the pain. Come on now, crawl over my knee, and let daddy make it all better.”

  “You are not my daddy and… no…” Brooke whined as he pulled her across his lap.

  “No more lip. Sweats down,” he said as he skimmed the material away from her bottom after wrapping his right leg across hers. “This is not going to hurt a bit. I promise.”

  “This is so damn humiliating!”

  “This is nothing,” Collin said, massaging her bottom hole with the jelly. “Relax, baby-doll. You will just feel a little pressure as I insert it.”

  Brooke whimpered as she felt his thick, gloved finger press firmly against her anus, directing the small bullet-shaped suppository high into her rectum. He left his finger in place for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust to the invader. A second suppository followed, and Collin waited patiently as she accepted both the medication and his finger. He slowly withdrew, snapping off the glove and tossing it into a small trash can next to the couch.

  “That wasn’t bad, now was it?” he asked, his right hand massaging the globes of her bottom as he kept her still over his solid thighs. “I think it might have even excited you a little.”

  “You are one sick bastard. There is no way…”

  “You can’t deny this, honey,” Collin said, cupping her wet slit with his warm hand. “I love that you respond to me the way you do. This is a good thing.”

  “It isn’t feeling that good. Please let me get up.”

  Collin obliged, slinging her gently in his arms and massaging her belly with his right hand. She drew her knees up, groaning.

  “Not helping,” she forced out. “What’s that?”

  “Just a heating pad. Hold this against your belly.”

  “Fuck!” Brooke whined. “This really hurts.”

  “I can help you if you don’t want to give these suppositories time to work.”

  “I’ll be…fine…” Brooke whimpered. “I feel like I’m dying.”

  “You are not dying,” Collin said kindly. He tucked the bag under his arm and stood up, his hand extended. “Let’s take you upstairs and fix you up.”

  “Oh, God…” Brooke moaned, following him.

  She rocked herself on a chair as he spread towels over the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. He emerged several minutes later carrying a bulging red bag from which hung a long white hose and bulbous tip.

  “You are not going to use that on me!” Brooke exclaimed, unable to stand.

  Collin turned to her, his expression serious. “You will either allow me to ease your discomfort, or I will take you to the hospital and you can deal with the same treatment by a stranger who doesn’t care about your personal comfort. Well?”

  “Noooo, not that,” Brooke begged, clutching her aching stomach tighter as she rocked herself.

  Collin squatted in front of her and placed his hands on her knees. “Baby, listen to me. I am going to help make you feel better. I know what I’m doing. I know it’s embarrassing, but you know I am not going to laugh at you. Be a big girl, now.”

  “I don’t wanna.”

  “I know you don’t, honey,” he said softly, leading her to the bed. He helped her on her left side and covered her with a sheet after skimming her sweats from her body. Brooke squeezed her eyes closed as his finger probed for the ‘right spot’ to insert the nozzle. He used a small bucket to drain the air from the hose and then deftly slid the smooth nozzle inside of her.

  “How are you holding up?” he asked, holding the nozzle in place with his right hand.

  “Everything is hunky dory. There is no place I would rather be,” Brooke whined.

  “My poor girl. You are going to feel some warmth. I’m letting it in nice and slow…”

  “I hate you.”

  “Yeah, yeah… you are going to feel your tummy swell a bit. Tell me when it feels too uncomfortable. This is not a punishment enema, so you don’t need to suffer unduly.”

  “A punishment… are you kidding? You wouldn’t dare!”

  “You know me much better than to make that statement. It’s at half a bag now. I’m going to pause and give the Castile soap a moment to do its work.”

  “I need to go…”

  “Breathe, Brooke. Try to relax.”

  “I gotta go!”

  Collin grinned as she raced past him and slammed the bathroom door behind her. He leaned on the doorframe, calling in, “How’s it going?”

  “Go away, you fucking, sadistic bastard,” Brooke groaned, folding her body in half as the water escaped in torrential waves.

  “That isn’t very nice. I think that this might be a good way to discipline you for ignoring your body in the first place.”

  “I think you need to leave me alone.”

  “I also think that having you write lines while filled might be a way to remind you of your manners and eliminate your swearing.”

  “I really think you need to go away,” Brooke snapped, wiping her face off with a wet washcloth that Collin had left for her. How considerate, Brooke thought snidely. The waves diminished several minutes later, leaving her feeling depleted, but in definitely less pain.

  “Better?” Collin asked as she emerged, pale-faced, from the bathroom.

  “Yeah. I’m going to take a nap… what?” she asked as he pulled her back to the bed.

  “We are not done. Lay down.”

  “No! I have had enough of this today.”

  “You will have had enough when I say so, kiddo. Now do as you are told.”

  “Collin, please!”

  “Do I have to take off my belt? I have been very patient, but you are pressing your luck. Go to your hands and knees and stay there.”

  Brooke sniveled, reluctantly obeying as he refreshed the bag in the bathroom. He chuckled, noticing that she had covered herself with the sheet.

  “Ordinarily, I would not have an issue with modesty, except this time I want to make sure we get this solution worked inside of you. The only way I can do that is by abdominal massage. No backtalk while I do this either, missy. That includes statements about how much you loathe my existence. Here is the nozzle…”

  “Hey!” />
  “Chill. It is a little larger than the first one and has a small inflatable flange on the end to keep in in place. You know,” he said as he started the flow, “some people really enjoy enemas.”

  “I am not one of them.”

  “Then why are you so wet? I’m rubbing your tummy now. Just stay still.”

  “I’m not wet! It’s the… the lube.”

  “Like hell it is. How does this feel?” he asked, kneading her stomach as the solution penetrated her bowels.

  “It’s okay… I’m feeling nauseous.”

  “Breathe through your nose. Good girl… relax your back…” he said soothingly, rubbing the small of her back with his left hand as his right continued to work her stomach. “Look at that! The bag is empty already. See? It wasn’t that bad!”

  “It’s not your guts that want to explode,” Brooke said miserably.

  “Into the bathroom with you. Don’t worry, the plug will keep you from leaking.”

  “Remind me to thank you later for your consideration,” came the sarcastic remark.

  “I am going to let you have some privacy. When you don’t think you can hold it back any longer, press this valve. It will deflate the plug and let the hose out.”

  Brooke groaned as she nodded, waiting for the door to close behind him before she pushed on the valve. The term tidal wave took on a whole new meaning…

  Collin allowed her twenty minutes of privacy before he reentered the bathroom and began filling the tub. By that time, she was sitting on the floor with her head against the wall and covered with a fine layer of sweat.

  “It wasn’t worth being stubborn, was it?” he asked gently as he placed her into the tub and began to sponge her body. Brooke said nothing as she sat, exhausted and trying not to fall asleep as he washed her. “After I take you out of here, I have some hot apple cider for you to drink and then I will give you a lavender oil massage. How does that sound?”

  Brooke eyed him suspiciously. He was being much too nice considering how she had behaved. She also felt too weak to struggle with him. Next thing she knew, she was sitting in the rocking chair in their bedroom, wrapped in soft blankets and having her feet rubbed while sipping hot cider.