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petite size. As it turned out, Archer was a free spirit, and he didn’t judge them regarding their fetish and desire to age-play.
    Only when she’d cleaned her plate was she allowed to get down and go play. The first order of business was a mind-shattering episode of masturbation, for which she had to ask permission to do. In the meantime, Caleb took care of things around the house, and filed his daily report.
    He then knocked on her door. “Olivia, come to my bathroom, it’s time for a special treatment.”
    Lying in bed, naked and sweaty, she sat up. “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be right there.”
    Stumbling about, she threw her clothes back on and raced out the door. She had no idea what he had lined up for her, which was what they’d agreed on, but it was going to be good. As she neared the door, she saw him mixing something, and it took her breath away.
    It was an enema.
    He heard her approach and turned, all smiles. “There’s my girl. Okay, come in here and get across my lap.”
    “Um, why, Daddy? Why am I getting an enema?”
    “Oh, that’s the next part of your surprise today, little one. Now, come on, do as Daddy says.”
    Trembling, she slipped her shorts and underwear off, and assumed the position once more across his lap. It went just like the other times, only better. Caleb made a point of drawing it out. He slowly caressed and squeezed her still-sore cheeks. He swirled the cool lubricant around her anus, and then ever so slowly eased the long and large nozzle deep inside her. She lay there across his lap for what seemed like an hour before he started the flow. She squeaked and whined as she was filled very full, and then gasped at the accompanying touch.
    His right hand slid between her legs to lightly brush her inner thighs. She felt his fingernails rake her skin, gently. Her back arched, she moaned louder, and he tickled her delicate lips. She spread her legs. It wasn’t a conscious decision, her body did it of its own accord. As he entered her, he teased her clit, even as she became fuller and fuller with the enema.
    “I-I-I… ohhh, Daddddyyyy, I’m going to-to-to… ohhh!”
    “Now, now, little girl, do not come without permission. You must wait; Daddy knows when the moment is right. If you come before he says so, you’ll have to be punished,” he said happily.
    “Ohhh, bu-bu-but, Dadddyyyyyy,” she begged.
    “No!” he snapped.
    She shook, almost throwing herself from his lap. Her thighs flexed, her pussy became drenched in her juices, and her mind was on fire. Grabbing his thigh with both hands, she fought the passion threatening to erupt within her. It seemed to drag on for hours. Suddenly, the nozzle was gone, and his left hand crammed a giant butt plug into her.
    “There, you see, all you had to do was wait until you were full,” he said casually. “Okay, you may now come, if you want to.”
    She exploded, screaming out a climax bigger than any she’d ever known. The concept of ceding control of her body, of allowing someone else to decide when she experienced an orgasm was so totally alien to her, and it heightened the pleasure more than anything in her life. It was several minutes before she came down, and he fixed her clothes and stood her up by then.
    “Ohhh, Daddy, I need to go,” she whined.
    “You’ll go when I tell you, just like with coming. Now, go to the kitchen, and we’ll have lunch.”
    Her jaw dropped. “Lunch!? You-you mean I have to wait until after we eat to… go?”
    He grinned. “At least that long. If you whine and complain, it’ll be longer. Now scoot and set the table while I clean up.”
    She groaned, but did as he’d ordered. Her belly seemed to slosh with each step, and he joined her a few minutes later. Lunch was like breakfast, she had to sit and let him feed her, and only when she’d cleaned her plate was she finally allowed to go to the bathroom (after he popped her plug). As she dried her hands and opened the door, he was standing there all