Reforming Little Anya (12 page)

As she grunted in pain, Misha swiftly moved to her side, and gestured for her to stay down.

“No, no, child, you stay down. Here, I’ll help you.”

Jessica’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “I… ahhh, okay.”

And so it was that Jessica lay in bed and Misha sat next to her, and gently fed her. As painful as her poor backside was, that simple act of kindness actually hurt more, because it was a stroke to her soul. That night, Jessica cried herself to sleep, and it wasn’t due to any physical pain.

* * *

Later that evening, Misha and Viktor called Kelly. She was feeling better, but the doctor had not yet cleared her to fly home. They discussed Jessica’s progress and lack thereof. On the one hand, Viktor felt this incident was a setback to her growth and improvement of character, but Misha didn’t agree.

“As I was feeding her, I’m sure I saw genuine remorse in her eyes. I think today was a major breakthrough in her growth.”

“Viktor, what’s your opinion?”

He paced about for a moment. “I… don’t know. Jessica seems so completely devoid of conscience. I think she could lie through her teeth, as you Americans say, and still sound sincere.”

“I don’t agree,” Misha said. “Remember what the Father has always taught us: The eyes are the window to the soul. I looked into her eyes, I saw a twinkle there.”

“Yes, but what caused it?” Kelly said. “Was it regret, or rage? Do you think perhaps we should call this off, I come get her, and just take her home?”

Silence. Viktor chewed his lip, and Misha stared off into space.

“Kelly, let’s give it a bit more time,” he said. “Our Easter celebration is next month, and it is a glorious time to be here. Let us see how she reacts to that. If we see signs of true change in her, I say you let her stay. If not, we’ll put her on a plane for home.”

“I agree,” Misha said.

“Very, very good, my friends. I agree. Let us hope that she continues to grow into a better person.”

* * *

Jessica nursed her poor bottom for a couple of days, and also used it to gain more sympathy from the girls.

Ah, they are such simpletons!

It did not work with the ‘jailers’ at all. So, one morning, she decided to try a new tack. When Misha came into her room, she rolled over (so as to protect her ass), and painted as sickly a look as possible on her face.

“Ohhh, morning, ma’am,” she groaned.

“Anya, are you all right?” she said, moving to sit on her bed.

“I don’t know. I think I’m sick. I feel hot and cold all at the same time.”

Misha put her hand on Jessica’s forehead. “Hmmm, you don’t seem to have a fever.”

“Ohhh, but I’m sure I’m sick. I feel like I’m going to throw up at any second.”

“I see. Well, don’t you worry, we’ll check you out, and get you better in no time.”

She left, and Jessica sat up.
What’s she up to?

Jessica got her answer a few minutes later when Misha returned with a small tray. There was a bottle and spoon on it, and some other items. She recognized one as a thermometer!

Damn, I wasn’t expecting them to have one of those around. I thought sure a sick girl would result in a call to the doctor. After all, a couple of days ago, when one of the other girls got sick, Viktor had brought the town doctor to see her, and she’d been babied for days.

“Ahhh, ma’am, I don’t like thermometers, they make me gag. The way I feel right now, I’d probably puke all over you.”

Misha set the tray down and sat on the edge of the bed. “Oh, there’s no problem there. Just lie on your tummy, and I’ll take your temp the best way.”

Jessica’s jaw dropped.
Holy crap, she’s planning to take it…
that
way!

“No, no, no, no!” she squealed, practically curling up into a ball. “Absolutely not. You keep that thing away from me.”

“Anya, you do as you’re told. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. So, your choice,” Misha said firmly.

“I will not!” she shouted.

Misha was as fast as a cobra. In a flash she had Jessica by the arm, and a second later she was over Misha’s lap and she was undoing her dropseat. Jessica bucked and squirmed, trying to escape.

Smack!
Misha’s hand connected with her bare little bottom.

“Anya, stop it, settle down and be a good little girl. You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

“I won’t, I won’t. You let me go this instant,” she commanded.

“All right, you asked for this.”

Misha let her have it. Her firm hand slammed into Jessica’s bottom over and over again, even as she struggled to escape, and squealed like a cat getting a bath. Then a new wrinkle was added: the girls. All her carrying on attracted their attention. Iva and several others dashed to her door to see what was the matter. Oh, the humiliation. It was bad enough getting spanked in front of them, but—when Jessica finally broke down and gave up—they got a great view of her getting a rectal temperature taking. To their credit, they wanted to leave and preserve her privacy, but Misha ordered them to stay. She said it was important they see what happens to a naughty little girl who didn’t do as she was told.

Finally, after what seemed like about five hours, Misha withdrew the thermometer and read it. “Huh, normal.”

“That doesn’t prove anything,” Jessica choked out between sobs. “I still don’t feel good.”

“Yes, I’m sure you don’t. Not to worry, we have a fine old-fashioned cure for the ails of little girls,” Misha said, lifting her to her feet.

Jessica rubbed furiously, and dreaded learning what that might be. Misha picked up a large bottle and the spoon, and poured a huge gob of… something. She held the spoon before Jessica’s mouth.

“Open,” she ordered.

Jessica just knew she was going to regret it, but the throbbing in her ass was a great motivator to comply with Madam Ogre. Slowly, reluctantly, she did, and the spoon was stuffed in. Instant displeasure rippled through her mouth and down her throat.

“Blahhh! What the hel—heck is that?”

Misha smiled, as she put everything away. “Castor oil, a very powerful curative for girls with non-descript ailments. One dose, and it seems they’re ‘inoculated’ for life. Now, you get dressed and get down to breakfast. I’m sure you’ll want to eat now.”

Jessica stood there, coughing and gagging again and again, desperate to spit the horrid stuff out, but there was no escaping that foul medicine. It seemed the old ‘calling in sick’ routine was a done deal here.

Man, these folks are good
. She nodded to Misha. “Yes, ma’am. You got any
really
spicy meats today?”

“I think we can find something to satisfy you.”

Chapter Nine

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Jessica appeared to improve. While she was still bored in the regular classes, Viktor delved into other subjects: honesty, decency, and concern for others. He taught the girls that to have a friend, a person had to be one. Jessica had no friends, at least not back in America. He told them that everyone was created equal and had within themselves the power to make the world a better place. Jessica had never done anything to improve the world, at least not for anyone else. He told them how people should live by the rule of what was best for the greatest number of people, and yet still respect the needs of the few. Yeah, Jessica had learned that—she’d always respected her needs, and no one else’s. And finally, he lectured them on how all things in life, in the world, changed except truth, and that truth alone lived forever. The lessons seemed to touch Jessica.

She was also eating better, working in the garden, and exercising. As a result, she started to actually develop a figure. After so many years of starving herself as a means of controlling her life, she was finally living a healthy lifestyle. She got some muscles, curves, and a fine figure. Of course, as she was an adult, she would not grow any, but she found herself liking the new her.

But then, one afternoon, she found herself feeling bad—for real. She didn’t want to chance another dose of Misha’s ‘cure-all,’ but she was in genuine pain. They were all out working in the garden, and she walked up to Misha.

“Anya, are you all right? You have such a pained expression,” she said, the concern clear in her voice.

“I don’t know, ma’am. I… well, I feel a little… off.”

“Here, come with me, and we’ll check you over,” she said, taking her by the arm. “Girls, you all stay here and continue working. We’ll be right back.”

They headed inside and up to the bathroom. Misha had Jessica sit on her lap, and then she checked her over. When she poked and prodded her stomach, Jessica couldn’t help herself; she both giggled and groaned.

“Ticklish, sweetie?”

“Ahhh, yeah, kind of. I just feel so… I don’t know, bloated, cramped.”

“Hmmm, sweetie, when did you last go to the bathroom?”

“Bathroom? Well, I went this morning.”

“Ah-huh. And what did you… do? Did you just pee?”

“Of course.”

“Just as I thought. What about… you know? When did you last do that?”

“Oh! Ahhh, I… don’t… know.”

“Anya, as much as our food has been good for you, I’m afraid it’s also, ahhh, ‘clogged your pipes,’ as the saying goes. Here, get up, and I’ll mix you an enema. That’ll fix you up in no time.”

Jessica just about shot off of her lap. “A
what?
No, no way, I am not taking one of those!”

Out the door and down the hall she went, and Misha slipped and almost fell trying to catch her.

“Anya, you’re being a bad little girl. You come back here this instant!”

She had no intention of obeying. Down the hall she went to her room, dashed inside, and moved to climb under the bed. Jessica froze. She was acting like a child. Only a real little girl would be dumb enough to hide there. Spinning around, she bolted for the stairs—and promptly ran head first into Viktor.

“Oof! Anya, where are you running to? Goodness, little girl, you need to be more careful.”

“I gotta go, let me go!”

“Ah, Viktor, you’re just in time,” Misha said, joining them.

Jessica’s heart sank, even as Misha gave him a full report. All the while, he kept a firm grip on Jessica, and then carried her back to the bathroom.

“Anya, I’m disappointed in you. You know you’re in pain, you know we love you and are only interested in helping you, and yet you try to run away.”

“But I don’t want an enema,” she whined.

“You need it,” Misha said, starting to mix it.

Viktor sat down and held Jessica on his lap, even as she continued to squirm and struggle.

“And you’re getting it,” Viktor added. “Now, are you going to sit still and take it, or am I going to have to ‘help’ you?”

She stopped fidgeting. “I’ll behave,” she grumbled.

Viktor nodded and smiled, and let her go. Jessica immediately shot off his lap and made for the door. She didn’t get far. It appeared Misha was ready for her. She deftly scooped her up with one arm and deposited her across Viktor’s lap. He didn’t miss a beat—he let her have it!

Smack! Smack! Smack!
He held her tight and spanked her little bottom hard and fast. “Anya, now you’re truly being a naughty little girl. Goodness, lying to me and trying to get away—again?”

“Ouch, ow! I’m sorrryyyyyy, but I don’t want this,” she wailed.

She was bucking and thrashing as best she could. Viktor finally clamped her legs between his, and pinned her hands behind her back.

Crap, now I’m well and truly trapped.

He kept right on spanking away. Between her yelps and howls, Jessica could see and hear Misha preparing her… doom. Finally, when it was ready, Viktor stopped the punishment. That was a momentary relief. Without releasing her, he managed to get her little jeans shorts and white cotton panties down. Jessica froze and gasped as she felt a new pair of hands touch her stinging ass. It was Misha. She parted her blazing cheeks and slipped the nozzle deep inside her. A moment later, Jessica felt the liquid start to flow into her.

“Ohhhh, pleaseeeeee, no more! I’m full,” she whined.

Viktor and Misha chuckled. Jessica seethed. They were ridiculing her misery!

Viktor lightly rubbed her back. “We’re sorry, little one; we didn’t mean to laugh at you. Did we, Misha?”

“No. It’s just that you’re being quite the silly little girl. We’ve only just started, and we know you are nowhere near full. Now, you lie there and try to calm down.”

Jessica groaned. “But it feels… icky. Please, I really don’t need this.”

Smack!
Viktor gave her a sharp slap. “Little one, do not lecture us on your health! We know best. We’ve done this for years, and with a great many girls. We know what we’re doing, and you clearly don’t.”

Misha came around to Jessica’s front, knelt down so they were face to face, and lightly stroked her hair. “It’s true, Anya. All the girls have had tummy trouble—and other troubles—over the years, and we’ve helped all of them. When they’re truly sick, we have the doctor come see them, and even the dentist. We’re very lucky; the people of the village help us to pay for their care.”

Despite her discomfort, pain, and embarrassment, Jessica couldn’t help but feel both a little better, and a sense of pride in the community. Back home, what with healthcare the way it was, lots of girls and boys didn’t even get basic care. Viktor finally released her hands and unclamped her legs. Shifting her on his lap, he got her so her bottom was centered, and then just gently massaged her back.

It helped. She still felt horrid at being filled, but it did ease her misery to know that they were doing this out of love. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Misha moved around behind her again, and slid the hose out. Jessica clenched her butt muscles, desperate not to spew, and then Viktor helped her to her feet. She didn’t even mind that she was essentially naked from the waist down in front of him. She just wanted this over!

“All right, little girl,” he said, wagging a finger at her, “this was your first spanking-enema. I hope it’s your last. From now on, if you have tummy troubles, you must
tell
us, and
trust
us to make it right. Is that clear?”