Babygirl earns a punishment parts 2 & 3
So here’s the second and third parts of my story. It is actually a four part story oops! But as promised you will get it in 3 instalments.
Babygirl sat on Daddy’s lap head bowed biting her lip, she absently played with one of the buttons on his shirt, trying to figure out what to say. Daddy’s hands now rested on her hips and though she couldn’t look up she felt his gaze resting intently on her. She had his undevided attention, but at the moment that was the last thing she wanted. Knowing that anything she said was going to make him disappointed made her stomach do flip flops and suddenly she felt tears build up behind her eyes. She hated disappointing Daddy. And after he was so kind and had put together such a nice surprise.
Realizing His Baby girl wasn’t going to answer, Daddy repeated himself adding a hint of warning into his tone. “What paperwork Babygirl?”
There was a bit of a pause before Babygirl cleared her throat uncomfortably, “Um, well at the end of the month, I have to turn in all my log notes and expense sheets” Babygirl began quietly,”that sort of thing. Anyways I am a bit behind. I was gonna catch up this weekend.”
Hoping that was all the explanation he needed, she fell silent and continued looking down, fingers still worrying away at the button on his shirtfront. Suddenly she felt his big hand cup her chin and gently, but firmly lifted her face so she was looking at him. “When is this paperwork due Babygirl?” He asked calmly.
She really didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to see the disappointment when she answered.
“Monday.” She whispered.
She saw Daddy’s jaw tighten a bit and her bottom clenched instictively.
“And how behind” his voice stressed the word behind significantly, “are you little one?”
This was it, the moment of truth. Babygirl new this was one of the rules. She had told Daddy she was horrible when it came to leaving things to the last minute, she had explained to him how she hated it because, she would scramble around trying to get things done and it would stress her out and she was never happy with the work she did as it was so hurried to make deadline. Daddy had agreed it was a bad habit and not in his Babygirl’s best interest. He promised to help her, keep her motivated and provide some bare bottom incentive if required to keep her on track. Now she had just admitted that she had fallen into old habits.
“I’m sorry Daddy.” She said pleadingly.
“That wasn’t an answer little girl” he growled with warning.
“I, uh, haven’t started.”
Daddy closed his eyes and exhaled heavily through his nose. When he opened them again there it was. Not anger, not even annoyance, but disappointment. Her stomach fell. She felt horrible. She threw her arms back around his neck and sobbed.
“We’ve talked about this baby”. Daddy says quietly though he once again smoothed his his hand up and down the length of her spine soothingly.
“I know Daddy!” She sniffled
“Do you think you did your best?” He asked, she hated this part. The part where he made her face her actions and evaluate them. She shook her head in the negative against his neck. Instantly she felt a sharp smack to the right cheek of her bottom.
“Use your words naughty girl.”
“No Daddy!” She instantly replied jumping from the swat, though it startled more then stung. “I was a lazy little girl and I feel horrible!”
He sighed, “do you want Daddy’s help to fix this?” Daddy asked coaxingly, ” make his Babygirl feel better?”
“Yes Daddy,” she sniffled,
“Here’s what we are gonna do.” Daddy said, “Daddy’s gonna give this naughty little bottom a little reminder of what happens when little girls shirk their work. Then baby girl is gonna sit on that hot freshly spanked bottom and she is going to start and finish all that nasty paperwork until it is all done.”
“But, daddy!” Babygirl gasped “what about our weekend?”
“Good girls who get there work done get to go on adventures-”
“But, Daddy! We don’t get a chance like this often!” Babygirl said in a panic shoving herself off Daddy’s lap and to her feet.” I deserve a spanking-”
“You certainly do!” Daddy’s voice cracked like a whip, his brow drawn over his eyes in a straight line. Babygirl gulped. What had gotten into her. “And a lot more besides. Little girls do not tell there Daddy’s but! And they certainly don’t tell there Daddy’s what to do. Whose in charge Babygirl?”
“Daddy is,” Babygirl immediately answered, shocked at her own rebellion.
“That’s right!” Daddy confirmed. “Daddy is in charge because Daddy knows how to keep his Babygirl, happy, safe and the best she can be. Now you earned a punishment, by your own actions, and Daddy is punishing you not to be mean, but to help you become a better person. Baby girl asked daddy to help her didn’t she?”
“Little one, you do not want to make this worse.” Daddy said “answer the question”
“Now before my naughty girl decided to be even naughtier, I was going to say that she would finish her work tonight so that we could enjoy the rest of the weekend as planned without the worry of work not done looming over us. Now that is if I don’t have to spend weekend correcting my little girl’s behaviour.”
All she could do was bow her head in shame at her preemptive freak out. Daddy let her stew for a minute.
“Now, since there seems to be a naughty imp inside my girl making her speak out of turn, I think we will start things out with a nice little flush out. Daddy bought his little girl some enema equipment, I am sad that we have to christen it with a punishment, but at least by the end of the weekend you will know its diversity. You will receive a warm soapy enema, then daddy is gonna insert a plug and you will have some corner time while the solution does it’s job. THAT is for speaking out of turn. Then you are going to place yourself over my lap and get a good, hard, motivational spanking that you feel every second that you sit bare bottomed at the kitchen table while you do what could have just as easily been done through out the month. What do you say to that Babygirl?”
“Is Daddy being mean?”
“Why is Daddy doing this?”
“To help me Daddy.”
“Do you trust me to help you little one”. This question was spoken a little less firmly. A soothing note returned to Daddy’s tone.
“Yes Daddy,” Babygirl said in a shaky yet grateful voice. Daddy always made the bad feelings go away, he was firm and strict, but even after a blistering spanking she always came away from it feeling better inside. Because he cared. Why had she forgotten that? “with all my heart, daddy”
“There’s my good girl.” Daddy said approvingly,”when you are ready, you may ask for your punishment and we will begin.”
Babygirl took a bolstering breath and bowed her head. “Daddy, I was a bad girl. I didn’t divmy work when I should have and then I back talked to you when you were trying to help me. Please, punish my naughty bottom And help me to be your good girl again?”
“Good girl,” Daddy replied,”of course I will help you! Daddy will always be there to help his little girl be the best she can be. Now I want you to lower your panties to your knees and tuck the back of your skirt into its waist band.”
With shaking hands Babygirl lowered her panties and then tucked up her skirt. Immediately she felt the air caress her bare bottom cheeks.
“Now I want you to walk to the end of the sofa and bend yourself over the arm. Feet shoulder width apart and your little toes pointed in”
Again she complied, once in position she FELT how the position exposed her naughty bits. She blushed and bit her lip and waited. Daddy just stood there for a moment, not a word was said. She felt herself slipping more into his control.
“Stay in position, Daddy’s going to go fix your enema.”
With that Daddy picked up his duffel and disappeared Into the bathroom down the hall.
Babygirl did the only thing she could do she waited.
Daddy was taking forever in the bathroom, what was he doing? It couldn’t take that long to fill a bag with water…and soap. Her bottom clenched in trepidation and her stomach started to churn. How much soap would he put in there?! What would it feel like? Daddy and Babygirl had talked about enema play in all it’s many facets. She had told him a bit about her desire to explore this type of power exchange, though she had blushed the entire time. She had read extensively on the subject both informational and her naughty story stash. She had even made a clumsy attempt at administering a solo enema, though she had felt awkward the entire time. No she had wanted Daddy to take the reigns on this one. She hadn’t envisioned her first one to be of the punishment variety, from her readings they could be quite unpleasant in the hands of a more devious master. She took a deep shaky breath, don’t think about that. She trusted Daddy, he might help her test and stretch her limits but he always respected them, he wouldn’t give her more than she could take, at the same time she had a feeling she was going to walk away from this experience with a more chastened attitude. Where was he? she strained her ears, trying to detected movement, the faucet running, anything really. Her skin had broken out in a nervous sweat, made evident but her belly sticking to the cool leather of the sofa she was bent so lewdly over. This position was so exposing her bare bottom the highest point, the cheeks spread naturally open by her widened stance and turned feet. The room felt chilly, almost as though a cool breeze was blowing against her little crinkle. Her face scrunched in consternation and buried her face in the cushion in front of her. Breath just breath.
Her head popped up at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Daddy’s footsteps could be heard walking down the hall. No words were spoken as he stopped by her. In between her bottom and the wall the sofa was situated against. He reached up and seemed to fiddle with something, babygirl’s eyes scrunched in confusion? He finally brought his hand down and revealed a tiny hook now planted in the wall. He glanced down at her and saw her watching and surprisingly he winked at her with a mischievous grin.
“Baby girls naughty hook” he quipped with a smile. Baby girl blushed but also felt a bit more at ease with Daddy’s almost playful attitude. She was still Daddy’s baby. Her relief quickly turned to panic when Daddy raised his other hand that had been out of view. The enema bag that Daddy was now hanging on her ‘naughty’ hook seemed pretty full. She gulped as her eyes travelled from the bulging red bag to the slim hose that ended off in a long plastic nozzle that flared out at the end and had holes along the sides. Daddy finished hanging the bag and looked down again and gave her bottom a light pat.
“I’ll be right back naughty bottom”
Baby girl barely heard him her eyes still transfixed on the bag now hanging on the wall. This time he was right back returning with a fluffy towel rolled up and walked to the coffee table on the other side of Babygirl. She tore her eyes away from the bag and turned to watch Daddy as he unrolled the towel and began placing items on the coffee table once they were revealed. Lube, rubber gloves, and a bottom plug, this plug was new, it was pink and started off slim before widening slightly and then once again getting slim, very slim right before the base. It was bigger then anything else Daddy had introduced into her bottom so far but not dramatically so. Daddy finished placing the items then still kneeling beside her turned to look at her. At this level there eyes met head on. He must have seen the fear on her face because he reached out and rubbed a thumb along her cheekbone before gently tapping her chin.
“How you doin’ little one?” daddy asked compassionately.
Babygirl’s chin wobbled a bit but she answered truthfully, “I am a little scared Daddy”
“That’s part of it Babygirl. This is punishment.” He responded a little more firmly but continued easing her fears slightly. “I know this is your first time, and usually I like to have at least one nice sensual enema session with my good little girl before doing one of these, so I took it a little easier on you. I think it is enough to get a good strong point across but I want you to remember, all through this process it could be MORE. All of it, I am giving you a quart of warm soapy water, you will be plugged and sent to the corner to retain it for 15 minutes. It is gonna be uncomfortable and you are gonna be very aware of your bottom and what the liquid is doing to your insides. You are gonna have to be brave, but I want you to feel what it is doing inside you and imagine 2 quarts of water, imagine a stingy reaally crampy solution, or cooler water so the cramps are constant. Imagine having to hold it for longer…without the help of a plug to keep it all in. That is what a punishment enema could be. On the other hand done right, an enema for good little girls can be nice and soothing leaving my Babygirl nice and relaxed. They are a very versatile tool, but remember Daddy prefers to use them to make his little one feel good. Try not to make me show you how nasty they can be.”
Babygirl gulped as she took in his words and looked into his eyes and saw the residual regret and disappointment in his eyes. He really regretted having to do it this way.
“I trust you Daddy,” Babygirl choked out, “I am sorry I disappointed you Daddy, please give me my bad girl enema.”
Daddy once again stroked babygirl’s cheek and said “Good girl.” and then proceeded to put on the rubber gloves. He stood up and grabbed up the towel, “stand up a second little one”
Once she complied he lay the fluffy towel over the arm of the sofa, “just in case my baby makes a mess.”
Those words sent embarrassment and fear through her once again but went easily when Daddy repositioned her back over the arm of the sofa.
“Now reach back and open those cheeks nice and wide so Daddy can lube you up to take the nozzle.”
Baby girl again followed his instructions. She felt his finger dab a healthy amount of lube directly on her tiny hole and circle her little crinkle gently. “Deep breath baby girl…and slowly let it out”
As Babygirl exhaled she felt Daddy’s finger invade her hind end. Not rough, but firm and insistant not stopping until he was buried to the knuckle. Then he stopped allowing her to adjust. Then he started to move.
Daddy spent a few horribly embarrassing minutes preparing her bottom, making little comments that set her cheeks to blushing and off handedly mentioning that some Daddy’s use Vicks vapo rub as lube when they want to get a point across. This comment caused her to clench, earning her a warning slap on her bottom. He finally deemed her bottom ready for the main event and Babygirl felt the flared head of the nozzle against her entrance, it was inserted and seated and then She heard a muffled click and daddy said “here comes the water little one”
She felt it almost immediately, not painful, just an odd feeling as warmth spread from her bottom and into her belly. This continued for a minute and Babygirl breathed a sigh of relief, this wasn’t so bad. Daddy remained silent behind her, then her stomach clenched and tightened she felt a sudden need to…go! “Oh!” She groaned, “Daddy! daddy I need to go potty!”
Even through her panic she blushed at the words, but she feared making a mess.”
“Shhhh, it’s just a cramp sweety.” Daddy soothed, “you have half the bag to go. Just breath through it and feel your medicine”
“I gotta go!”
Slowly Babygirl calmed herself down and listened to Daddy’s coaching. The cramp eased, but she now was beginning to feel the volume. This is one quart? Daddy said it could have been two, she would be the best baby in the world, she didn’t want to feel what two quarts felt like.
Soon the solution was all in her bottom admisdst the odd wave of cramps, Daddy was supportive but remained resolved that she take it all. Finally daddy clamped the hose.
“I am going to take the nozzle out now little one, when I do I want you to clench your cheeks, don’t want you to lose your medicine before it’s done it’s job.”
Babygirl groaned, “I hate this.”
“Then remember that when you think to have a sassy mouth and rebellious nature with your Daddy.”
The nozzle came out, and she clenched her cheeks, another cramp hit and she moaned in desperation, “breath baby, you are doing well”
Daddy waited until the cramp receded then he spread her bottom cheeks and placed the tip of the lubed plug against her opening. “Now little one I need you to relax and push out like you are doing a doody”
Babygirl’s face was on fire with embarrassment and her guts were churning,”I’ll make mess! Please Daddy can I just go?”
“After you hold it for 15 minutes” Daddy assured her “timer starts when you are in the corner. Push out!”
Admitting defeat Babygirl did as Daddy asked and he expertly guided the plug in. It seated with an almost audible pop it seemed to the embarrassed little girl. But thankfully none of the water escaped. Daddy assisted her into an upright position and kissed her forehead.
“You are doing good baby,” Daddy assured her, “nearly there.”
He led the way to the corner as she waddled behind him with the liquid sloshing inside her.
He positioned her with her hands against the walls and bent forward with her nose in the corner. Bottom jutting out to display the pink plug. She maintained position the first five minutes, the next five minutes gravity was showing its effect on the water within her as the cramps came in steady waves. Daddy soothed her with encouraging words but did not give into her pleas for early release. He conceded and allowed her to spend the final five minutes on her knees with her chest down to relieve some of the pressure, Babygirl took the concession gratefully, uncaring of the embarrassing display she made positioned on the floor.
Finally it was time. Daddy helped her up and led her to the bathroom he stood her in front of the toilet and had her bend towards him. He reached behind her and pulled out the plug and she sat immediately. She looked at Daddy expectantly, waiting for him to leave. He smiled wickedly and leaned against the wall arms crossed.
“You may release now baby.” Daddy said simply
Babygirl’s mouth fell open and her eyes widened. Nature took over though and despite her embarrassment she felt the solution begin to escape her bottom so she buried her face in her hands and let the tears come as she released. Daddy was right, she didn’t ever want to get a bad girl enema again. When she was done, she flushed and kept her eyes on the floor. She felt Daddy strong hands help her up and then he cleaned her bottom. She felt drained and embarrassed, but Daddy lifted her chin wiped her tears, giving her a light kiss on the lips, “I am proud of you Babygirl”
Those words washed over her and she smiled tremulously. She had done it, she had submitted to Daddy’s correction and he was proud of her. It made the discomfort and embarrassment disappear.
“Now let’s give you a quick rinse and spank that naughty bottom before you get started on your homework.” Daddy announced.
Babygirl groaned but surprisingly gave a weary chuckle. “Yes Daddy.”