The following excerpt is part of a dream scene from our upcoming novella, “The Author”, in which Dana (who writes DD and AP) falls asleep reading a ménage story on her Kindle ... then dreams of a party with her boyfriend (Richard) and her therapist (Michael) having the lead roles. In this part of the scene, Richard is cleaning out her bottom in preparation for their evening activity. (The 8 lines that came before this excerpt were used in a Saturday Spankings blog hop.)
“Even though they say these things are lubricated, I want to make sure there isn’t any discomfort.” Richard gently pushed his slippery digit into her anus.
Quietly, but with obvious ceremony, he inserted a nozzle into her puckered, pink hole and gave the bottle a squeeze. Dana whimpered as she felt the gush of liquid; Richard stroked her back and whispered into her ear.
“Shh sweetie – it’s almost over. I’m not going to use all the contents in the bottle.” True to his word, in a short time, the nozzle was slowly removed along with his gloves.
“Let’s get you off the bed now, kitten.” He put his strong hands under her arms. As he stood her upright, he affectionately wrapped his arms around her and gently palpated her abdomen.
“I would prefer to go into the bathroom and do this myself, Richard,” she groaned and tried to break his hold.
“Sorry, darlin’ – I need to make sure you hold this in for at least four minutes. Otherwise, there’s no point to this exercise.” Her guts started to seize and she backed away, but his grip became stronger.
“I’ll let you go when it’s time,” he stated quietly but firmly.
A stronger cramp took hold, and beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. She pushed against his broad chest, and her whimpering turned into a desperate cry.
“Please let me go Richard – I can’t do this any longer.”
And with those last words, he watched her run to the bathroom where she proceeded to empty her guts out. He stood behind the closed door, and asked from time to time if she was alright. When she was finished, he opened the door and handed her a chilled bottle of water. She wanted to go back to their bedroom, but he insisted on accompanying her to the guest bathroom where he ran a nice warm bath. On his knees, he gently gave her a relaxing sponge bath while she rehydrated.
After wrapping her in one of their fluffy white towels, she was ushered out of the steamy bathroom with the direction to wait for him on the bed. When she returned to their room, he was dressed in tight black jeans and no shirt. A very good look for him, she thought. He closed the door and joined her on the bed. A soft kiss on her forehead felt nice.
“Are you feeling okay, baby? If you don’t want to go through with this – you should tell me now.”