Shit, shit, shit. What have I done? “I’m sorry, Daddy!”
Shaking his head, Daddy sighs as he pushes the cold hard thing deeper inside my bottom and I whimper at the pinch and burn as it slides inside me. “I’m afraid that’s far too little, too late, Isabella.”
A moment later, liquid rushes into my bowels and I can’t help but whine as the uncomfortable pressure builds deep in my core. It doesn’t really hurt, but it doesn’t feelright, either.
“If you’d been a good girl, Daddy would let you come while you held the enema in your tummy. But you were very naughty, Isabella, so there will be no pleasure for you the rest of the day.”
Fine by me. The last thing I’m thinking about right now is an orgasm.
When it feels like my stomach is full to bursting, he reaches for the thing in my ass. “All right, Isabella. Clench your bottom while I take the nozzle out.”
Since the last thing I want to do is release all this liquid onto the table, I do as I'm told, tightening my muscles as he pulls the nozzle from my bottom.
But no sooner has he removed one thing from my hole, than something else equally hard presses against it. Pushing inside me, and this time I can't relax and let it in even if I wanted to.
“Daddy, no! Please it hurts!”
“You should have thought of that before you acted out. Now, you're going to hold this plug inside your bottom while Peter gives you the spanking you earned for lying to me about your dream last night.”
Peter? This complete stranger is going to punish me?
Tears stream down my cheeks as I shake my head against the cushion beneath me. “No, I'm sorry, I'll be good, I swear! I'll never be naughty again!”
“It's too late for that, little doll.” He pushes the plug all the way inside me, and if I wasn't already crying I would want to weep at the renewed burn. “You were very, very naughty this morning. Peter, I am going to wash my Little one’s mouth out. Do not stop her spanking until I'm finished.”
Peter, still gripping my ankles, manages to grab both of them in one hand. The hand he's just freed smacks against my bare bottom, leaving behind a sting that makes me cry out. My muscles instinctively clench in response, a painful reminder of the plug nestled between my cheeks.
“Ow, Daddy I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” And I truly am. Sorry I couldn't keep my goddamn mouth shut, that I couldn't pretend to be his good girl the way I'd planned. Sorry I fucked up my plan before I had a chance to even look for an escape.
As Peter spanks, Daddy moves to stand in front of me. I'm so focused on the pain in my backside, both from the spanking and the plug, it takes me a moment to realize he isn't holding a bar of soap. No, what he's holding is his thick, hard cock.
“Turn your head and open your mouth, Isabella. Daddy's going to wash those naughty words out of your mouth for good.”
I don't want to. I don't want to give this sadistic asshole the pleasure of my body. But I also don't want to risk pissing him off any further, so I force my head to turn, my lips to part and welcome him in.
The changing table is exactly the right height for him to slide easily into my mouth, the width of him stretching me wide, to the point of discomfort. Gripping my hair, he holds me there, with the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat, blocking my airways. I gag around him, drool dripping from the sides of my mouth, down my cheeks, fresh tears welling in my eyes.
And all the while, Peter never pauses his assault of my bottom. Sharp, stinging spanks cover every inch of exposed skin, setting fire to my most sensitive parts.
Then the worst part comes. Waves of pain in my stomach as the cramps hit, and I have to squeeze my bottom tightly to fight off the urge to release my bowels. Not that the plug would allow me to anyway, but the thought of testing the plug’s ability to hold everything in fills me with a horror beyond anything I've experienced so far.
It's agony, from head to toe, and I have no idea how I'm meant to endure it with my sanity still intact.
Daddy flexes his hips, his cock sliding nearly all the way out of my mouth before pushing back in. With slow, measured strokes, he fucks my mouth, forcing me to gag on the length of him with every thrust. Tears and spit mingle together on my cheeks, and as the burn in my bottom battles with the burn in my throat and the sharp pains in my stomach, my chest tightens with something that almost feels like guilt.
“My Little girl does not lie,” Daddy growls, his thrusts coming faster now. “My sweet Little girl does not use naughty language. I will not allow this behavior, Isabella Grace, so for your sake this is a lesson I hope I do not need to repeat.”
Never. Never again.If my mouth wasn't stuffed full of cock, I would be swearing up and down to never be naughty again. No more lies, at least not ones I can so easily be caught in. And definitely no more naughty words.
By the time Daddy thrusts between my lips one final time, the salty taste of him filling my mouth as Peter continues to paddle my sore, raw bottom, I am a very, very sorry Little girl.
“Do not spill a single drop of Daddy's cum.” The order is sharp, issued in a low growl that has me swallowing hard. “Whenever you take Daddy in your mouth, you will swallow and you will not waste a single drop or we will repeat the lesson. Am I understood, Isabella?”
Gasping for air as he pulls his softening cock from my mouth, I nod. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Peter, six more swats to her sit spots and then she can be done.”
My cries echo around the room as Peter follows Daddy's orders, pain radiating through my body as I clench even harder around the plug.
