Authors: Dinah McLeod
“Don’t worry, it’ll warm up here in a minute.”
“But that’s not fair!” she protested, feeling very much like the three-year-old he was treating her as. “I’m not sick! I can’t believe you
and you didn’t say anything!” she huffed.
“Well, of course I knew, Scarlett. Tell me somethin’, do you think I’m an idiot, or do you think you’re a good actress?”
She glowered at him and this time, she did stick her tongue out at him.
Colton chuckled at her antics. “Mighty fine time for you to be actin’ out when I’ve got your bare butt right in front of me.”
Scarlett rewarded him with her best scowl, even as she silently acknowledged that he had a point. Damn him.
“Now, just do your best to relax. It’ll be over soon.”
Relax! Ha! She’d like to see
relax if the shoe was on the other foot!
“That’s a good girl,” he told her softly as he gently but firmly pressed against her bottom hole.
“Ooh,” she moaned as she took it, bit by bit, inside of her. “I don’t understand. If you know, why are you doing this to me?”
“Well, the way I figure it, you did it to yourself, sweetheart. I gave you chance after chance to confess, but you never did. So, the way I see it, you had this comin’.”
She sniffled, as hurt by his words—and the truth of them—as she was by the uncomfortable feeling of having something inside her that did not belong.
“Unclench those cheeks.”
“I was going to tell you.”
“Were you? Didn’t look that way from where I sat.”
“Well, if I’d known you
“That’s not exactly the point, now is it, Scarlett? Now, I’m about to start letting the water in.”
“Please, Colton,” she whimpered. “I am
sorry. It won’t ever happen again, I promise.”
“Oh, you can bet it won’t,” he replied sternly. “I’m going to see to that.”
“B-but can’t you j-just trust me?”
“Trust is earned, Scarlett. Do you think you earned any today?”
She buried her head into the couch cushion, sniffling and feeling sorry for herself. She shut her eyes tightly and tried her best to ignore the discomfort she was feeling as her anus stretched to admit the foreign object.
“I asked you a question, little girl.”
For a minute, she considered not answering, just to spite him. But she quickly realized that the only one who would hurt was herself. “No,” she admitted.
“And why do you think that is?”
She groaned inwardly. He knew exactly why, so why was he making her tell him? “Because I lied to you.”
“That’s right. Two people in a relationship need to be honest, always. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” she grumbled.
Thankfully, he let her grumpiness pass and the scolding stopped. She was grateful, until she felt the water begin to enter her tight, puckered hole. She’d expect it to be a trickle—and that would have been bad enough, but it was a flood of warm water pouring into her. It magnified her discomfort a thousand times. Colton didn’t say anything as he let the water run from the bulb into her bottom hole and after a minute, she began to cry.
It wasn’t just from the discomfort of the enema—it was all of it. It was the scolding, the fact that she knew she’d earned it, the humiliation of her punishment. Now that she knew that he’d known all along she was lying, she realized that he’d probably only called the nurse line to embarrass her, and that made her cry too. But most of all, she cried because she was exhausted, physically and mentally worn out, and her nerves were shot. She should have just told him in the first place, then maybe he would have held her and made her feel better. Right now, she’d like nothing better.
But no, because she’d decided to be such a naughty girl, she was having her bottom washed out. And even with the shame of it, she was pretty sure she deserved it. That was the worst feeling, knowing she’d done something bad enough to deserve such a punishment.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. She’d spoken so low, and her words were so muffled that she was sure he couldn’t hear her. It didn’t matter—she just needed to say it.
“Me too,” he surprised her by answering.
“What are you sorry for?”
“I’m sorry that you don’t trust me enough to be honest with me. Do you think we can work on that?”
Hearing the soft sincerity in his voice shamed her more than before. “I
trust you, Colton. It’s not that, I swear.”
“Then why weren’t you up front with me from the beginning?” he pressed. “You told me you were sick, knowing full well that you weren’t.”
She cried softly into the pillow and this time, Colton patted her back.
“It’s okay, baby. We don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready. We’re almost done here, anyhow.”
* * *
For all her whining and carrying on initially, Scarlett was actually doing quite well. Colton filled the bulb once more and let the fluid enter her tight anus. Though she whimpered and cried, she laid still and was generally receptive to his corrections, when he had to give them. She sure was pretty, he reflected as he looked at her. With all that golden hair, her tiny waist and curved hips, she’d be easy on anyone’s eyes. From the minute he’d seen her bare slit, he’d felt his pants become uncomfortably tight and they hadn’t loosened yet. Every inch of this girl got him stiff and hard. Seeing her take her punishment so well was another big turn-on—God, she was damn-near perfect. Now if only she could learn to be a good girl.
Of course, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he realized that he probably wouldn’t have half as much fun if she were. No, bad girls—at least those who knew well enough to own up to it and take their lickin’—were much more fun.
“Okay, baby,” he said, giving her a pat. “I’m gonna get something to finish you up. I’ll be right back, but in the meantime, I’m gonna take this bulb out and I want you to spread your cheeks apart for me. Can you do that?”
“Y-yes, sir,” she stammered. “I think so.”
“Good. And I don’t want a single drop to get out, understand?”
The command made her shiver visibly. “Yes, daddy.”
“I’ll be right back.”
When he came back with a thick—though small—butt plug, he was surprised to see that she’d done exactly as he’d instructed. Not only that, but it looked like she’d managed to keep every bit of water inside, which was rare for someone who’d never had an enema before.
“I’m impressed, sweet girl,” he told her, gently caressing her back before he set to work inserting the butt plug. “One big push and I’ll be done. Hold still and relax your bottom.” It took a few moments longer than he’d expected, but then it was in and he was able to take a step back and admire his handiwork. God, she was a vision. With her long hair flowing freely down her back, her blue eyes shining up at him, the plug deep in her ass… Oh, man. And best yet, she hadn’t even made a move to sit up. He had a feeling that she was waiting for his permission, which turned his hard-on to a point that was painful and aching for release. One of these days, it’d find release inside her perfect bottom hole, which was part of the reason he’d put the butt plug in to begin with. He wanted to get her used to the feeling.
“It hurts,” she whined, giving a little kick with her legs that he found downright adorable.
“You’ll get used to it in a little while.”
A little while?
” she echoed, her doll-like face full of horror. “How long are you going to keep it in?”
“Until I’m ready to take it out. Now, up.” He gave her a bottom a light slap that had her scurrying to obey. “Put your panties back on, and head into the bathroom.”
Despite the fact that she darted on quick, bouncing feet, Colton’s long strides helped him stay right at her heels. She was in the doorway before she turned to look at him, confusion etched on her pretty face.
“I need a bar of soap, please.”
“Bar. Of. Soap,” he ordered, in a voice that said he wouldn’t be asking again—at least, not without having her face-down over his lap first.
Her eyes wide, Scarlett bent over to search the cabinet under the sink. Colton stepped back and enjoyed the view—and what a view it was! He didn’t think he’d ever tire of her perfect, smackable globes. He loved the sound they made when he spanked them, almost as much as he loved her squeals of protest.
She wasn’t protesting at the moment, though he could tell by the wariness etched in her features that she very much wanted to. “Here you go.”
When she held out the box to him, he could tell that she was hoping he’d give her a hint of how he planned to use it. For that very reason, he was silent when he took it. She’d find out soon enough, anyway. He locked eyes with her as he slowly, deliberately opened the flap of the box and removed the bar. There was something about holding a brand-new, pristine bar of soap and knowing that it was about to clean out the inside of a naughty girl’s mouth that made him very excited. Of course, everything about Scarlett seemed to make him excited. With her, everything felt fresh and new, even things he’d done a thousand times before. Though he hadn’t had more than a handful of occasions to wash a mouth out, he enjoyed dispensing justice.
Without a word, he walked to the sink—she pressed herself against the wall as he walked by, as though wishing to make herself disappear, and he hid a smile. He turned on the water and held the bar under the lukewarm stream just long enough for it to get wet all over before he shut the faucet off. Scarlett couldn’t seem to take her eyes off him and they got wider by the minute. He crooked a finger her way, beckoning her, but she shook her head vehemently.
But he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so he closed the distance between them in one stride and took her by the arm. He took her chin in his other hand and when he brought the wet bar to her lips, she squeezed her lips tight and shook her head.
“Open up, little girl. You know you deserve a good mouth washin’, and that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.”
“Uh-uh,” she said with her lips closed.
“Okay, I’ll tell you what. You’re gettin’ your tail blistered for lying to me. Now, I was gonna wait until after I washed your mouth out, but if you like I can do it now, then do it again after you’ve opened your mouth.”
Scarlett scowled, knitting her brows together as she glared at him, but he looked back calmly. He wouldn’t hesitate to do it—in fact, he’d probably even get a little enjoyment out of it. She must have sensed that he meant business, because the next thing he knew, she was opening her mouth.
“Wider,” he commanded, and she did, albeit reluctantly. When he thought the entrance wide enough, he inserted the bar of soap into her mouth and began to scrub by moving his hand back and forth, pushing the bar across her tongue.
Her eyes had gone round as saucers the moment the soap entered her mouth and she was making muffled sounds of protest that were probably causing her tongue to get even more coated. He gave it a few more seconds before pulling the bar from her mouth with one hand and flipping on the faucet with the other.
She didn’t wait another moment before bending at the waist, cupping her hands and beginning to drink water. She spat it out with a grimace before getting more water. He watched her do it multiple times before reaching over to shut off the faucet.
“What did you do that for?” she asked, her eyes shiny with unshed tears.
“It’s not going to get any better for a little while, honey.”
“It tastes terrible,” she said, her voice somewhere between a whine and a pout.
“That’s sort of the point,” he said, giving her a wry grin. “C’mon, let’s go into the living room.”
Scarlett seemed relieved to follow him out of the bathroom until he sat down on the couch and patted his leg. “What?”
“Over my lap.”
“I’m going to spank that cute little butt until it’s good and red, that’s why.”
“No! Haven’t I been punished
“Not quite. Now, are you going to lie down and take your spanking like a good girl, or am I going to have to come get you?”
With a dramatic huff, Scarlett stomped toward him and threw herself over his lap.
He took his time positioning her just the way he wanted her. “Now, Scarlett, remind me why you’re being punished.”
“Because I lied to you.”
“That’s right. Relationships can’t thrive when there’s dishonesty. On top of that, you made me worry for nothing.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Whether you meant to or not, that’s what happened. It’s one thing to be punished for your actions, but I think it’s also important that you understand the worry you caused.”
Without another word, he began to spank the seat of her panties. She squirmed and kicked her feet from the get-go, so he trapped her legs between his own and continued without breaking stride. It wasn’t long before she was sniffling again, and he raised his hand high and brought it down with a hard smack on her rear, knowing that tears were soon to follow. Colton wasn’t the kind to rush things like this, but even though he knew she needed a memorable punishment, he was eager to get it over with so he could get on to the comforting stage, which he liked much better.
He paused for a moment and listened to her quietly crying into her hands. The sound tore at his heart. It made him think of how she’d looked when she’d first opened the door—like a skittish rabbit about to bolt. She’d let him in, though, and now as he heard her soft sobs he wondered if she’d come to regret it. Maybe he could stop now. Maybe she’d had enough to learn her lesson.
But the second the thought crossed his mind, he shook it away. He wanted to enjoy Scarlett’s company for a long, long time, assuming she was agreeable. If he was going to do that, he needed to lay the law down
. Going through this punishment a second time wouldn’t be any more fun, so it was up to him to see that it didn’t get to that point.
With a tug on the band of her panties, Colton gave Scarlett a wedgie of sorts, stuffing the thin cotton into her crack—as much as he could, considering the butt plug that still protruded from her anus.