It had been a long day at school. Two tests, three quizzes, and more homework than Erika had ever laid her eyes upon. Closing her bedroom door, she flopped onto her bed to bury her face into the pillow as she groaned. This time though, it wasn't because she was simply being moody again like her mother always liked to harp on her about. Rather, despite her exhaustion, there was something else today on her mind bothering her. Something that had to do with her body, and her bits down there that she wasn't supposed to show anyone she didn't trust. Except the doctor of course, and her mother at the end of every month.
Groaning, Erika turned around. At school, some of the other girls had been giggling about boys as usual. Typical rumor mill, like who was kissing who and such. Like most of the times though, the longer the conversation went on, the more it began to drift towards the topics that the pastor at her church had always warned her not to think about. Things like drugs, and sex, and alcohol, and then as if they knew exactly how uncomfortable the entire thing was making her, when was the last time they had all tried to touch themselves. It was only just her fingers, was it? Had she ever tried to use anything else? Like, maybe a marker or a pen perhaps? Or maybe even a cucumber or a hotdog? Ashley from the next class over said that she had even tried to put a sharpie in her butt once and claimed that it felt pretty good. Then again, she used tampons instead of pads like the rest of them, so maybe it was just because she had more experience.
For a moment, Erika tried to think of what her mother would have to say about the topic. It probably wouldn't end up pretty well.
"Erika, sweetie, nice girls don't do that!" she had exclaimed a long time ago when she had first tried to ask, "It's dirty and wrong. And besides, you're just eighteen. Just focus on your studies for now, alright?"
Then, with a very suspicious look, it had been over to the bathroom together to take off all her clothes so that her mother could see for herself that there really was nothing wrong with her. Including with that tiny little bump at the top of her slit that tingled every time she happened to think naughty thoughts. And thinking back to the event, the entire thing had been one of the weirdest things she had ever had to do.
"Not here," said her mother, her finger circling around the tiny little point, "No matter what anyone tells you, never try to touch yourself down here."
"But why?" asked Erika.
Her mother pressed down against the spot she was pointing to again, and for some reason it was hard to stop her hips from wanting to move.
"Because girls who ignore the rules and play with themselves eventually go mad," she said, "They get addicted, and then they just can't stop. And then when it gets time for them to get married, they find out that maybe they don't love their husbands as much as they thought they did."
She looked up at her, her face all serious, and Erika very wisely chose to keep her mouth shut about the fact that maybe this was the reason why Dad had left. Even as she was told to turn around and bend over the edge of the bathroom counter. And then lift her butt up into the air, and then spread her legs apart, and then wait there patiently like that while her mother reached over for the lotion to spend the next fifteen minutes or so putting her finger in and out of her anus to see if her privates would get wet.
Slichk, slichk, slichk, the noise would go, and gritting her teeth against the feeling, Erika would stare at her reflection in the mirror along with the slight curve of her shoulders and her back, the miniature ridges of her spine standing out against the smoothness of her skin as it trailed down to her rear. Complete as well with the sight of her mother's hand sticking out from in between her cheeks, and even as she felt her bits down there start to quiver as if shaking and her nipples grew hard for some reason on her chest, the only thing she could really do was to sit there and wait for it to end.
Slichk, slichk, slichk...
Slichk, slichk...
Slichk.
It didn't happen every day of course, but whenever it did, it always left her feeling weirdly frustrated and funny. Like there was some sort of swollen ache left over inside of her that she couldn't quite reach. She would blink, and her mother would sigh, shifting her legs apart even further as she reached down again to spread her open. Then, another tiny poke at the forbidden little nub, and then reaching over for a tissue she would begin to clean her up.
"Have you learned your lesson now?" she would ask.
"Yes, mom," said Erika, still not quite understanding exactly what this was supposed to be about.
"Not going to try and flick your dirty little bean like the rest of the girls out there now, are you?" said her mother.
"No, mom," said Erika truthfully, "I promise I won't."
The tissue dabbed at her privates again, pressing up one last time against her folds, and reaching over to help her pull her panties back up with a smile, her mother would lead her back over to her room. Then, tucking the covers up over her chest, she would lean in to give her a goodnight kiss before turning off the lights and waving to her from out in the hall. Past that came the usual dreams of standing in her classroom at school, fully naked and bent over the edge of her desk while the teacher stood behind her to spank her, and as she sobbed and pleaded with him to go slower, the rest of her friends would look on and laugh.
Having to talk to them the following day afterwards was never fun. Nor was having to go through the entire thing all over again whenever her mother thought she needed to at the end of every month, and when combined with the tingling feeling that seemed to settle down in her stomach nowadays whenever one of the boys she liked looked over at her in class, it was like there was a constant pressure building up inside her that she couldn't quite place.
"Like, I get it," she mumbled, "But why does it always have to be down there?"
Pushing the memories aside, Erika sighed as she turned around again to sprawl out against the covers. She was tired from school today, dead tired, and the last thing she wanted to do was to think about such thoughts. Despite that though, her mind seemed unable to stop. Almost like a runner faced with the last stretch of the track that ran up to the finishing line, and between the stress of her increasing workload and the thoughts of having to eventually start applying for college, it was a bit like trying to shove a genie back into his bottle.
Like, surely there wasn't any harm in being curious about her own body, was there? Even though she knew it was evil and wrong. Private parts were made to be covered up like that for a reason after all, and if showing someone something as simple as her underwear made her feel embarrassed, then why did she think that she could do the same with the rest of her body? It was gross. Simple as. Like going over the boundary of something she knew she couldn't, or lying about what she had gotten on her tests.
All the same though, lying there in bed like that, no matter how hard she tried to resist, the thought still tempted her. Not helping at all was the weirdness of the ache again as it slowly started to swell up. Like there was an entire bag of marbles stuffed up between her legs, and the slightest push would cause something to come bursting out of her. The only problem was that it was against the rules.
Erika clenched her fists as she took in a deep breath. Just once couldn't hurt, could it? Nobody would have to know. Just one little touch to find out. Hesitantly, almost against her will, she slid a hand beneath the waistband of her pajama as she swallowed on a dry throat. Her fingers roamed across the softness of her skin, tracing over the outer edges of her panties along with the shallow curve on either side as they moved in towards the center, and then just as she thought she could feel the beginnings of something hot...
A knock sounded out against the door, and she jumped up as she quickly pulled her hand away, her heart racing like a hammer.
"Erika, dinner's ready!" her mother's voice called out.
"Be right there!" said Erika automatically.
An awkward moment passed, and as the footsteps outside trailed out back down the stairs, she let out a deep breath that she didn't know she had been holding. That was close. Just another couple more seconds or so and she might have been caught. The same burning heat rose up inside her again, flowing through her veins like something sticky and uncomfortable and wet, and she shivered against the missing sensation. Like there was something empty inside of her that needed to be filled, and she tried everything she could to push the thought from her mind before she was tempted to reach down again with her fingers.
Dinner first, she decided, shaking her head, and then she could deal with whatever problems she had afterwards when she had the time. Climbing to her feet, she slowly made her way towards the door and down the hall. The smell of something cooking in the oven drifted up to her, and doing her best to smile, she tried not to notice the way that her panties were ever so slightly damp.
It was just sweat, that's all, she thought.
Just as the thought crossed her mind though, the fabric rubbed up against the tiny little bump at the top of her slit, and desperately she tried to force herself to ignore the feeling of static between her legs. The ache moved another fraction of an inch deeper inside of her, swelling up like a balloon, and already she could tell that whatever dreams she was going to have today, she was not going to like it one bit at all.
Standing in the middle of the bathroom, Erika shivered at the sound of running water. And not just because she was fully naked again, although she couldn't really say she liked that part too much either. Rather, the reason for her apprehension had more to do with the fact that somewhere along the way her mother had suddenly decided to start giving her an enema. Not one of those big ones thankfully, like the ones they always showed in the movies with the large hanging bags and the thick-looking nozzles, but even if it was just one of the smaller ones that came prefilled in a handheld plastic bulb, it still didn't make the entire thing any better. They had come across them randomly one day at the store, and reading over the description rather thoughtfully, her mother had decided to buy the entire box. Now, as if having to bend over and strip naked every couple of weeks wasn't already bad enough, she had to deal with the additional discomfort of having to hold the warm and soapy mixture inside her bottom.
"Ready?" asked her mother.
They were standing in front of the sink again, her clothes folded up besides her, and slowly Erika bit down on her lips as she spread her feet apart. The soft touch of the air blew in between her legs, and she tried not to flinch as she felt the rounded end of the device reach out to touch her. Especially as it made contact with her anus, the thick layer of lotion already applied to her there providing plenty of lubrication, and even though she knew it was supposed to help keep her pure, she still couldn't help but blush.
"There we go," said her mother again, reaching out to pat her back and make sure she was bent over far enough, "That's a good girl. Nice and easy, and we'll have you rinsed out in no time at all."
Her other hand reached out to hold her open, and slowly the nozzle slid in. Starting out thin at first, it slowly grew thicker until it was almost the width of a finger, and Erika felt her head starting to grow lighter and lighter as it stretched her apart. Like a probe reaching deep into her insides, pushing into her one fraction of an inch at a time, and then once the entire thing was buried all the way up against her cheeks with only the large reservoir at the end left sticking out, her mother squeezed the bulb and she tried not to gasp too hard as she felt the weight of the liquid shooting out into her rectum.
It was... well, uncomfortable could only just begin to describe it. Weird and slightly horrifying might have been just a little bit closer. Squeezing her eyes shut, Erika clamped down as she tried everything she could to prevent any of it from leaking out.
"Mom!" she gasped.
"I know, sweetie," said her mother, reaching out to give her another pat, "Just bear with it and it'll be over in a moment."
"But I can't-...," she gasped.
"Remember what I told you before we started," said her mother, "Just relax and focus on letting it flow."
She pressed the device in just a little bit deeper, adjusting her grip to make sure that every last drop had been used, and Erika groaned as she felt the water flowing out into her hole. All five hundred milliliters of it, or about the size of an average water bottle. Then, with a gentle tug, her mother pulled the entire thing back out before quickly replacing it again with a plug, and as the rounded end of the silicone device slipped past her ring, an entire two and a half inches in length and three quarters of an inch across, it was almost as if there was a sudden jolt of electricity jumped up inside of her like she had just been shocked.
"Oh!" she said.
The feeling was strangely warm, a sort of soft buzzing sensation that seemed to come from somewhere between her legs and lower down, and shivering a little against the tingling sensation coming from her privates, she blinked as she tried to focus her thoughts. The situation wasn't made any better by the way her stomach seemed to tighten up in response, almost as if it was preparing for something to come, and she gasped as she bent over even more against the counter. Whether it was because she was standing fully naked right now with her bottom pushed up into the air or because of something else though was hard to tell.
The lights shone down on her from above, and dimly Erika looked over into the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her with her nipples once again standing up. Something that seemed to be happening more and more often these past couple of months, though even then her breasts still looked small. Not like some of the other girls she knew. Sally Hitchens for example, the resident class blonde, and whose bosom seemed to be the envy of every other boy at school.
It was like something straight out of a comedy every time the bell rang. She would stand up to stretch, and nearly every pair of eyes would follow. One by one their textbooks would end up in their laps, and looking around at the awkward stares, the airheaded girl would simply smile and blush as if she had no idea the mayhem she had just caused. Or the number of wet dreams that were sure to follow later on that night as the memory was played back over again. Like a record player on repeat as the trashcans beside their beds slowly filled up.
For now, though, Erika's thoughts were interrupted as her mother pulled up a stool to check on the plug. And to dab away at her slit with another tissue to stem the faint traces of clear and transparent stickiness that inevitably always seemed to follow. Tap, tap, tap, the feeling went, and her placing her fingers on either side of her labia, mother reached out with her hands again to spread her apart.
"You doing alright?" she asked, "It's not too much for you to handle, is it?"
"No," said Erika, "I mean, I don't think so..."
Like, I know it feels strange at first but you'll get used to it after a while," said her mother, "Remember, this is to help keep you healthy and clean and pure, so it's important that we stick to the schedule, alright?"
"Right...," said Erika, her voice shaking a little.
Of course, even as she said that, the moment she shifted her legs she could feel the plug start to move again inside her. Every subtle movement seemed to cause it to press up against her insides even more, stretching her apart even further along with the weight of the water, and she shivered as she felt her stomach twist together into a knot. Another drop of something wet seemed to gather deep inside her, slowly rolling down the tight and virgin walls of her sheath to glisten against the tiny sliver of pink that made up her folds, and biting down hard against her lips, she tried everything she could to stop it from leaking out. As the fingers grew closer and closer towards that tiny little nub at the top of her slit though, it was all but impossible even as she lean over even more against the edge of the counter.
Please... she desperately prayed inside her head.
Whether it was because she wasn't thinking loud enough or because her mother couldn't hear her though, apparently the universe today was not doing her any favors. Another press, another soft tug, and as the pressure built up like the weight of an entire ocean behind a dam, she squeezed her thighs together in a desperate attempt to keep herself from toppling over.
It helped a bit. Just a bit. Then, as the fingers finally pressed down on either side of her hood to draw it back, there was just simply no helping the gasp that came out from her throat.
"Oh!" said Erika again.
Just in time the stimulation froze, though that didn't stop her mother from giving her a very suspicious look as her heart seemed to drop.
"What was that?" she said.
"I was-...," said Erika, "It wasn't-..."
She paused as she tried to find the right words. The only problem was that she had no idea what to say or what she was even trying to do. Only that by some sheer multitude of luck she had avoided some sort of disaster, and that no matter however hard she tried to explain, it was something that she definitely did not want her mother to find out about. Not if she wanted to avoid a very long and awkward conversation at any rate about what exactly it meant to keep herself pure followed maybe even by a spanking or two, and so taking a deep breath, she tried her best to calm herself down as she looked back over her shoulder.
"It's nothing," she said, "I just... I felt something strange for a moment there."
"Strange how?" asked her mother, her eyes looking very sharp.
"I don't know," stammered Erika, "It was like there was this sudden pressure inside of me, like something was about to come out and that I was going to pee or something, only that it just kept building up and up and up, and then..."
Her mother frowned at that, and Erika tried very hard to keep her breathing even as she forced herself to remain still. Like a stone, or a statue, or anything else at all that would allow her to ignore the desperate emptiness inside her that cried out to be filled. And the stiffness of her nipples, and the beating of her pulse, and the slipperiness slowly gathering between her legs that she wasn't even supposed to acknowledge existed at all.
Biting down on her lips, she felt the heat of the humiliation spread across her face. The blush seemed to reach all the way up to the tips of her ears, and as she glanced up into the mirror again, she could see that her reflection was about as red as a tomato. Or possibly even redder than that considering how hot she was starting to feel.
"I-... I'm fine," she said again, more to herself than anything else, "Really, I am."
A moment passed as she continued to stand there like that, bent over as she was against the edge of the counter with her butt still sticking out. A fully naked student in her last year who looked as if she was completely out of her depth and had no idea what was going on.
"Well, if you insist," said her mother finally, still eyeing the twitching line of her privates directly underneath the plug. Then, still watching her carefully as if waiting for her to make a single wrong move, she reached out her hand again and it took her nearly everything she had not to gasp as Erika braced herself for another round. Great, just what she needed. More teasing against her bits down there, and biting down on her lips she waited patiently for the stimulation to come. And then following up not too long afterwards, the awful and painful emptiness that she knew would linger for hours on end no matter how hard she tried to shake it off.
It was something she hated more than anything else. More than even the embarrassment of having to strip down naked or even of having to bend over. The fingers made contact with her privates again, and she jumped. Immediately, the space of the room seemed to grow just a little smaller as she shivered against the fresh wave of heat coming from below. This time though, almost as if her fortune had been reversed, just before they could make their way back up her folds to play with that one place that she knew she wasn't allowed to touch, she was saved just in the nick of time as the timer finally hit zero.
Bbbzzttt!
Erika blinked. A huge sense of relief followed. Was she dreaming right now? Were they already finished? Apparently so, though it still felt like a lot longer than it actually was with the weight of the water still inside her weighing her down. Or maybe it was just because this was the first time in her life she had ever gotten an enema. Or had anything bigger than a finger stuck up her butt.
There wasn't much time to think about it for now though as her mother got up to lead her over to the toilet. There was a splash underneath her as the water flowed out, and then after another couple more rinses to make sure that she really was clean all the way through, it was back over to her room to get dressed again as her mother watched. First her panties, and then her pajamas, and then with one last glance around to make sure that everything was in place, it was over onto her back with her legs lifted up into the air as her mother once again held up the plug.
"Just in case you didn't manage to get it all out," she said sweetly.
Erika whimpered as she felt the thick end of the device push back into her bottom. Freshly lubricated with another drop of lotion, it slid right in with ease, and then with the covers tucked up around her chin, she watched as her mother walked over to turn the lights off. The door closed behind her, and then she was gone.
Silence at last. Now she just had to wait another month or so before doing the exact same thing all over. A minute passed, and then another. The moon shone in softly through the window, and lying there in the darkness with her hands clenched together above the sheets and her anus still twitching around the plug, it was hard to remember that this was all done for her own good. And against the fresh trickle of wetness already starting to seep out again, the dreams that followed afterwards were the same as they always were, only that this time the emptiness between her legs felt a thousand times worse.
The rest of the month passed rather quickly for Erika after that. Not counting the usual boredom of school that is, and the tedium of actually having to pay attention in class. In 1815 Napoleon lost the Battle of Waterloo, and in 1920 the League of Nations was first formed. What did both of these events have in common and how did they set the world stage? Who cares, and who knows. It was really all sort of the same anyways, and the fact that most of her classmates seemed to share the same opinion as well didn't escape her. They were living in the modern century now for goodness sake, with smartphones and computers. If anyone ever wanted to know what some old tart a hundred years ago thought about the civil rights movement, then they could simply go look it up by themselves.
As such, as the early morning hours of her Saturday morning finally rolled around, it was with some amount of relief that she finally woke up. No more tests, and no more school. And as if it couldn't get any better than that, an entire two full days of relaxation with nobody to come and bother her. Well, nobody except for her mother of course, and the countless tiny little things she had to do. Like lying on her back with her legs held up in an M-position and her bottom stuck out over the edge of the living room couch. Fully naked as well with her clothes lying next to her on the floor. Oops. Probably should have spent a little more time memorizing why the events of the interwar period were important and how they shaped the next couple of decades instead of slacking off at school.
"Umm-..., Mom?" said Erika.
Sitting in a chair directly in front of her, her mother smiled as she moved forward to pull her waist into her lap.
"Yes, sweetie?" she said.
"Why are we doing this again?" said Erika.
"Well, why do you think?" said her mother.
She took the opportunity to reach down between her legs, and Erika tried very hard not to look at the sad and crumpled up report card set out beside them on the coffee table. Along with the red marks that ran across the top of the page and the less than complementary observations of her teachers. Could do better, one said, followed by a very long and exact description of how she could improve. Things like not dozing off and actually taking notes in class, and maybe start believing in her own abilities a little more so she could apply herself better. Or something along those lines. It was a bit hard to focus as the fingers brushed up against the inside of her thighs to creep up towards her privates, and she bit down on her lips as she felt herself being spread apart.
Tap... tap... tap...
Tap, tap...
Twitch.
"Oh-...," said Erika.
Immediately she froze as she glanced over to see if her mother would notice. Which fortunately was not the case today, though that didn't make things any better for her as the fingers continued to trace around the tiny little nub hidden at the top of her folds. Around and around it went, coaxing the sensitive little button out from underneath its hood, and against the pressure that was already starting to build, it was almost as if there was something rising up inside of her like a train that couldn't be stopped. Something hot and sticky that she knew she wasn't supposed to touch.
Swallowing hard, Erika gripped down with her hands against the edge of the couch. It was a bit like what happened during her last inspection all over again, only that this time everything felt much more real. The stimulation pressed up against her again, and the more it seemed to brush up against her down there, the more she felt her hips start to move. And regardless of how hard she tried to ignore it or escape its grasp, it was as if the feeling was practically inevitable. Like that, an eternity seemed to pass as the emptiness inside her slowly swelled up, and it wasn't until the minute hand had crept a significant fraction of the way around that her mother finally pulled her hand away to admire the results.
Or maybe admire wasn't exactly the right word to use. Looking down at the tiny sliver of pink spread open in front of her, she let out a sigh of disappointment as if she really shouldn't have expected anything else.
"You're wet again," she said plainly.
Despite the fact that this was far from the first time that her mother had seen her like this, Erika blushed hard.
"Sorry," she mumbled, "I won't do it again."
"And your nub," said her mother, not appearing to hear, "Look at it, all swollen and hard. Is this why you haven't been paying attention at school? Because you keep trying to play with yourself down here?"
The statement was accompanied by another stroke, and Erika jumped as she felt something inside her start to throb. Followed by another stab of emptiness inside her as her privates let out a twitch, and she grit her teeth as she felt her anus start to squeeze down. A feeling that was made even worse by the plug that was currently shoved up her rear, something that seemed to be happening more and more often nowadays ever since she had received her first enema, and she whimpered as the rounded end of the device shifted in response. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, thrusting a little deeper between her cheeks every time she moved, and against the fullness filling her up inside, it was hard to think as her mother shook her head again in thought.
"Erika," she sighed, "Sometimes, I just don't know what to do with you."
She looked up, and Erika blinked as her gaze wandered across the smoothness of her stomach and the soft points of her chest. Perfectly formed like tiny little cherries poking up from her front, framed on each side by the shallow curves of her shoulders and her arms, and for a moment there almost seemed to be a flicker of an emotion. Then her eyes hardened again, and it was as if it was never even there in the first place.
"Like, your father would have been so proud," her mother continued on in the same way as before, "All grown up now, just like a proper young lady. It's just that with him gone now, and the way you seem to keep getting further and further away from me with each passing day..."
She paused as her hand wandered down between her legs again, and Erika winced as she prepared herself for another round. The fingers crept back up to spread her labia apart until the tight opening of her entrance could just be seen, and she shivered as her mother reached up with her other hand to peel back her hood. Briefly, she glanced over towards the clock hanging up on the wall. They had to be getting close to the end now, right? Just a couple more minutes left to go perhaps? Already, they were starting to stray past the length of their usual session, and there was no way it could go on like this for much longer. Not unless she wanted something really bad to happen, and there was no way her mother would ever allow something like that. It was just simply not possible. Not unless something had changed.
Famous last words. Sometimes, she really needed to learn how to keep her mouth shut. There was a soft tap just above her slit, and she closed her eyes in response. This time, however, instead of the soft and gentle teasing she had expected, the pressure was much stronger. Almost as if it was intentional, and she gasped as her mother carefully rolled the delicate nub between her fingertips like it was made of dough.
"M-Mom!" Erika protested.
Pulling her legs up even closer, she whimpered at the sudden roughness of the touch. And the sudden spike of static inside her head even as she tried everything she could think of to stop her insides from clamping down.
"I-... what are you-...?" she said.
Another press, however, and the words caught in her throat as her mother continued to look down at her from above. All while her fingers continued to play out a pattern that seemed to cause every single muscle in her body to simultaneously tense up. A bit like a wire being stretched taunt, and for a moment it was almost as if she could feel her vision fading out at the rising sense of shame. Then, as her mother pulled her hand away at the very last moment, it was as if the world was back in full force again as she looked over to find herself still lying across the couch and on the very edge of something that simply refused to come.
"I've decided," she said firmly, "This is for your own good. If you can't control these urges on your own, then I'll have to do it for you. Two times a week, just like this until your grades improve and you learn to stop."
"But I haven't-...," said Erika.
"I know, sweetie," she said, "But it's just something that I just can't risk. And if this is what it takes to keep you on the right track, then I'm afraid you'll just have to learn to put up with it for now. At least until you've shown me that you can be responsible enough to take care of yourself."
She smiled the same smile, and this time she reached over to pick up a brush. Not a particularly large one thankfully, measuring out at only half an inch across and of the type used only to put in the finer details of a picture, but even despite its size, Erika could only watch in horrified silence as it slowly descended upon the parted folds of her labia. Like that it trailed upward, gathering up the wetness already there as the bristles soaked it up, and bit by bit like a missile homing in on its destination, her mother moved her hand to gently trace the very tip of the instrument over the sensitive and stiff organ that was her nub.
Immediately, she gasped. The feeling was much more concentrated than before, and struggling against the soft points of the bristles as they dragged across her skin, it was hard to keep her hips from moving against her control. Already, she could tell that she was close, closer than she had ever been before with her body already made tense by the repeated starts and stops, and if this went on any longer then it almost felt as if her very soul was going to shatter. Into a million different pieces as well, and against the rising sense of urgency as the brush traced an endless series of circles around the top of her vulva, bit by it was almost as if the world around them was growing smaller and smaller until the only things that seemed to exist anymore were the walls of the room.
The pressure rose up inside her like water threatening to overflow until she couldn't take it anymore. Just a little bit further, and then...
Tap... tap... tap...
Twitch.
"Oh!" said Erika, "It's not-... I can't-..."
The brush pressed down against her one last time, and for a moment, it was as if her brain had turned off. Whatever else she was going to say after that never made it out of her mouth though as the stimulation was suddenly cut off. And instead of the release that she had been waiting for, the sudden drop in pressure that had been building up for so long, there was only a single slow and painful spasm as her mother pulled her hands away just in time, and she wailed out loud as the entire weight of the tension came crashing to a halt. For what seemed like an eternity it held her there, balanced on the very edge of something that threatened to come toppling down, though even as her body shuddered under the pressure of being held back and her hips rose up, without anything to keep the feeling going it was as if a value had been placed deep inside of her to bottle everything up. Like that, against the empty frustration that lingered afterwards deep inside her tunnel, it wasn't until what felt like an entire minute of painful agony had passed that her body let out one last desperate spasm before finally growing still.
Breathing hard, a while seemed to pass as she sobbed. Erika cried as she let the tears flow down. Awful, that had been simply awful. She never wanted to go through something like that ever again if she could help it.
Just like usual though, whatever her thoughts were on that, reality tended to be much less accommodating when it came to such ordeals.
"One down," said her mother, "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"
"I-...," said Erika.
"Now just six more to go before we're done," she said.
Reaching over for her report card, her mother crossed off the first topic. One out of seven. Then, setting it to the side, she smiled as she looked down, and still lying across the couch with her legs spread wide open and her privates on full display, Erika couldn't help but whine as she felt the fingers make contact with her once more. Down below, she felt the plug push another fraction of an inch deeper into her bottom, filling her up in all the wrong places even as it stretched apart her rear hole, and with a sigh of resignation drilled into her over the last couple of times or so, she bit down on her lips as she felt something inside her give up.
It was going to be a long day ahead of her. Another tear rolled down her face as she grit her teeth. By the time it was over, she didn't even want to think about how sore her legs would become.