The Invitation Part 5

Sally made him take yet another bath, although he protected that he was
perfectly clean enough already, having had one only a couple of hours
previously, but she was adamant. She carefully washed and conditioned his
hair, checked to make sure that there was no razor stubble anywhere on his
smooth body and then bade him knell in the bath on all fours.

"What for?" he asked.

"Come on, honey, do as you're told."

Jack complied although as he did so a part of him was asking why he was
being so obedient and almost as soon as he was in the required position he
felt her fingers around his anus again.

"What are you doing?" he repeated.

"I want you to be completely clean, so you are going to have a douche."

"A what?"

"A douche. It's what washing inside is called. Lots of girls do it,
particularly in America. But of course we'll have to do it to your bum"

"Well, I've never heard of it, it sounds pretty weird and neither one of
us is American, so what say we give that a miss? And besides, I don't want
you to wash inside my bum."

"No, I really want to do this honey," she replied. "I really want it to
be perfect so that everyone sees that we made the most effort and got the
best results."

"But how the hell is anyone going to see inside my bum?"

"No-one will. But I'll know and every time I look at you tonight I will
know that there was one bit we didn't do and that will spoil it for me.
Please?" Jack was sunk. He couldn't refuse her anything and this was just
a product of her perfectionist nature. Besides, what was this compared to
all the other stuff that he and let her get away with? Thank God this was
the day of the party and that it would all be over tomorrow.

"Oh, OK. If you insist. Are you going to try and shove a flannel up my
arse?" he said, hoping that that was not actually the plan.

"No, silly, just this."