Her Lord's Claim (The Forbidden Saga #4) - Maggie Ryan Page 0,40

but forced her hands back, her stomach filling and pressing hard against the mattress with the weight of the water.

“How much… much more,” Lucy gasped after another several minutes. “I-I feel so… so full. Please, can’t you—”

“Hush, child,” Anna said, cutting her off before standing to check the bag. She palpated it with her hands, sending a flood of water along the tube that had Lucy giving a sharp cry as it surged into her bowels. “You have another third to go.”

Lucy fought not to cry and closed her eyes only to open them when she felt Anna’s hand press against her right inner thigh.

“Spread your legs more and scooch forward a bit,” Anna instructed, gently pushing her leg away from its twin. “That will make some more room for the water.”

“I-I can’t,” Lucy said.

“Yes, you can,” Anna scoffed. “I promise you that this is not the largest enema bag available. But if you choose not to believe me, I’ll be more than happy to prove my point with your second enema.”

Terrified that the woman would do exactly that, Lucy bit her lip and awkwardly began to inch forward like some sort of worm. Planting her toes in the mattress and levering herself up in order to obey and groaning when the effort caused the water to slosh and yet when she dropped to the pillow again, she discovered that her tummy felt a little less compressed, even if still extremely uncomfortably full.

“Isn’t it rather amazing the things we discover we can do when necessary?” Anna quipped as she stepped to the bed and ran a cool cloth across Lucy’s cheek and the back of her neck.

Lucy shuddered and moaned. “Yes, ma’am. Tha… thank you,” she said and then groaned and squirmed a bit as her stomach clenched. Anna slid her hand under Lucy’s body and gently massaged her swollen tummy. Lucy felt immense shame but also relief as the woman’s fingers seemed to work some sort of magic, allowing the rest of the bag’s contents to make their way deep inside Lucy’s slender body.

“That’s the last drop,” Anna said, giving a final rub over Lucy’s hugely distended abdomen before stepping back.

“May… may I-I go to the water closet?” Lucy panted the moment she heard the valve clicking closed, her stomach rebelling at its unwanted contents.

Anna smiled and shook her head. “Goodness, no, Lucille,” she said as if amused at the question. “Your bottom only now swallowed the bag’s contents. You’ll need to hold your medicine for quite some time so that it might do its job in reminding you that you’d be better off remembering not to use filthy language.”

Lucy shuddered, her entire body seeming to contract at the discomfort. “How long?” she whispered, her hands shaking as they clung to her elbows at the small of her back.

“How long what, my dear?” Anna asked as she settled herself back in her chair, bending to the side to pull her knitting back onto her lap.

“How… when may I…”

“Expel?”

“Yes, ma’am. When may I-I expel?” Lucy asked, her need exceeding her humiliation at having the embarrassing word supplied by the woman.

“Expel what?” Anna prompted, evidently not willing to spare Lucy an inch of shame. “You must accept what is happening and voice your acceptance, little one.”

Lucy nodded, surrendering to yet another aspect of her punishment. Flinching as another awful cramp washed over her. “When may I expel my en… enema?” she said bravely, her teeth biting her bottom lip, her stomach roiling and her buttocks clenching around the tubing protruding from her small bottom-hole.

Anna made a show of looking at the clock on the wall. “You will hold your punishment enema for another fifteen minutes, Lucille,” she announced. “Longer if you complain.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Lucy whispered, shuddering from the top of her head to the tips of her toes but nodding her acceptance.

When Anna stood again, Lucy had her eyes closed, her breath coming in short pants as she coped with her punishment. She only moaned when she felt Anna’s hand on her bottom, drawing its globes apart.

“Tell me, Lucille,” she asked, “why are you in this position, and what punishment did you require?”

Lucy trembled all over but managed to answer, “I said filthy words and was disrespectful to my family. I-I disobeyed my husband—”

“Papa,” Anna instantly corrected. “When you’ve been naughty, it is your papa who tends to you.”

“Yes, ma’am. I disobeyed my papa when he warned me not to curse again. I was naughty and though I had my mouth