“Colton… do we have to do this?” she asked, sounding just the slightest bit whiney.
“You know we do, baby. Nurse’s orders.”
Her stomach knotted itself into a ball as she watched him disappear down the hall. She couldn’t believe the mess she’d gotten herself into. She just needed to tell him. It would be hard, and she was sure he would punish her for it, once what she’d done sank in, but then at least she wouldn’t have to go through with more of him ‘playing doctor.’ It really was too embarrassing! She’d blushed so much and so deeply that she wasn’t sure her complexion would ever recover.
She’d just taken a deep breath, trying to summon up what courage she possessed, when Colton walked back into the room. Her eyes darted to his hand and immediately she sat up a little straighter. “What’s that?”
“A bulb syringe,” he replied easily, as though the answer was obvious.
She furrowed her brow as she contemplated him. “I know that, what I mean is, what are you going to do with it?”
“Lie back down and I’ll show you.”
Scarlett worked her bottom lip with her teeth nervously. “I don’t know, Colton. I don’t like the look of that thing.”
“This?” He held it up and looked from it to her. “C’mon, it’s harmless.”
Maybe the bulb syringe was, but the picture that formed in her mind had her thinking that what he planned to do with it probably wasn’t so harmless. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Colton had looked patient up to that point, but it was easy to see that he was getting frustrated with her. “I understand that you’re nervous, but if we want to get you feeling better, then you’re just gonna have to face your fear.”
“I don’t think I can,” she told him, reverting to the little-girl voice that seemed to come out around him when she was feeling anxious or particularly cared for.
“‘Course you can. I’ll be here the whole time. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you.”
Promise? she almost asked. She was sure that when she confessed everything, the ‘something bad’ would be him whacking her butt! “But—”
“Lie down and spread your cheeks,” he interrupted, giving her a pointed look.
She bit down on her lip and blushed for what felt like the millionth time, but in the end, she just couldn’t come up with another excuse. Though she was more than a little uncomfortable, in the end she did just that. For the life of her, she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off that syringe in his hand.
“Have you ever had an enema before?”
“N-no,” she answered shakily, wanting to change her mind. When she tried to sit back up, though, she found Colton’s hand pressed firmly against her lower back.
“Don’t move and we’ll get this over with.”
“The thing is, you don’t really need to do that.”
“Sure I do, baby. We need to get you feelin’ better.”
“No, really, you don’t understand. See, the thing is, I’m… well, I’m not really sick.” She held her breath as she waited for his response, but with none forthcoming, she turned her head to look back at him. He was calmly smearing a big glob of petroleum jelly around the tip of the syringe. “Colton? Did you hear me?”
“Yeah, I heard you, honey.” He met her eyes, his hazel ones so calm that she was sure he mustn’t have listened after all. “Now, this is going to be a little uncomfortable.”
“Colton!” she yelped in protest, trying once more—and failing—to sit up. “I just told you that I’m not really sick!”
“Well, then you don’t need to do this!” she blurted, feeling panic begin to build in her belly until she really did have a tummy ache.
“Sure I do. It just doesn’t have anything to do with you feelin’ under the weather.”
She gaped at him, her mouth opening and closing without emitting a sound. She found herself well and truly speechless. Colton paid her no mind at all as he scooped out another glob of jelly. When he spread her cheeks apart and put it on her bared anus, she squealed and kicked her legs.
“Hush, it doesn’t hurt.”
“It’s cold!” she whined.
“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 knew 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 him 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 knew…”
“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 so 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 do 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 enough?”
“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 now. 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.
“Colton…” she whined.
He loved the girlish voice she used when she was pouting and he couldn’t help but grin to himself. “Yep?”
“I don’t like that.”
“Well, I don’t like being lied to.”
“I said I was sorry!”
“Sayin’ it and provin’ it are two different things, baby-girl.”
“Hmph,” she sniffed.
Thinking that was as good an answer as he was going to get, he set to work spanking the now-bare cheeks. His hand rose and fell with a loud, hard smack again and again until her creamy flesh had turned a bright shade of pink. She was protesting with little moans and yelps with each swat, but he didn’t stop until he was satisfied.
“Get that cute butt into the corner over there,” he ordered, freeing her legs and giving her a sharp swat for motivation.
With a yelp, she leapt up from the couch and over to the corner he’d indicated.
“That’s right, stick your nose into it. Yep, just like that. Panties down now.”
“You heard me. Now do what I told you.”
With slow, jerky movements, Scarlett slid her panties down her cheeks and turned back around to face the corner. He took his time enjoying the view. My, oh my, she had the most gorgeous globes he’d ever seen. Whether they were creamy white or rosy red, they were shapely and perfect.
“Kick them off,” he instructed without taking his eyes off her. “You won’t be needin’ them.”
Scarlett’s head snapped around and she glared daggers at him. He looked back calmly, secretly chuckling on the inside, and watched as she did as he instructed. Before she turned back around, he got his first glimpse of her sweet-looking pussy. He’d bet his prize horse that it tasted better than it looked—and that would be saying something. Too bad she was being punished, otherwise he’d relish the chance to dive between those legs and get her moaning for an altogether different reason. Maybe, depending on how she took the rest of her punishment…
“Alright, honey, come on out,” he called after a moment. “Fetch me that wooden spoon out of the jar, would you?”
Scarlett’s brow furrowed as she looked at him, but she walked to the kitchen all the same. He loved that about her. She seemed, at her core, to want to be obedient, to please him. He hoped he wasn’t wrong on that one. When she came back, she held the spoon to her chest, as though it was a treasured possession. Or, perhaps she just didn’t want to relinquish it, he mused. Had she already guessed what it was for?
“A-are you going t-to hit me with this?” she asked, still clutching it tightly.
“I’m going to spank you,” he corrected, holding out his hand.
She hesitated for the smallest fraction before handing it over. Then she watched with wide, wary eyes as he sat on the couch and patted his lap once more. Once she’d laid face-down over his knees, he took a moment to caress her sunset-pink cheeks. They were such a pretty hue, and still warm to the touch.
Colton marveled at the feelings that welled up inside of him as he admired the beautiful ass that had been offered up in complete submission. This certainly wasn’t his first rodeo; he’d spanked his fair share of women. Hell, he’d even paddled and whipped some of them. Yet, not a single one of them had touched his heart the way that Scarlett had. While he could certainly appreciate the display in front of him, he was spanking her for punishment, not for pleasure. With every other woman, he had ached to see just how red he could turn their bottoms. Where Scarlett was concerned, he wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, once he held the heavy, thick wooden spoon in his hand, he knew that wouldn’t be prudent. He needed to take it slow, both to give her enough time to fully appreciate the burn in her bottom, but also so that he didn’t overwhelm her with pain.
“I’m going to paddle you now,” he told her softly, running his hand over her bared cheeks, making her shiver. “I’m going to go slow, but it’s going to hurt. I’m not going to stop until I mean to, no matter what, but then your punishment will be completely over.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured, sounding more like an angel than a repentant little girl just then. “I understand.”
With a nod that she could not see, he began to rub the smooth wood over her cheeks. Though he knew it couldn’t have hurt, she still flinched at the contact. She’d do more than flinch when she felt the sting that a wooden spoon could impart. He raised his hand and brought the spoon crashing down with a swift, loud crack that instantly earned a scream from Scarlett. She’d taken her spanking so well, up till now. After that first lick of the unforgiving spoon, she was now thrashing over his lap as she cried, trying to throw herself off his knees.
“Stop it,” he scolded, his voice stern.
“I c-ca-can’t,” she sobs. “It hurts.”
“I told you it would, Scarlett, now be still so we can finish this.”
“No,” she gasped, craning her neck to look back at him. “You can’t. It hurts sooo badly!”
“I’m sorry, I can’t?” He arched both brows in silent condemnation. “Who’s the little girl who lied?”
“I-I did, but—”
“No, no buts. You earned this paddlin’, and you know it. Now, no more thrashin’ about or I’ll double what you’ve got comin’.”
Scarlett went pale and it was almost enough—almost—to convince him to stop. But then he reminded himself that she really had brought this on herself, and she had to learn. Steeling himself against the tears in those pretty blue eyes, he raised the wooden spoon again. Scarlett’s eyes grew wide as saucers before she turned back around, burying her face in the cushion that rested beside her. When he gave her the swat, her scream was muffled, as were the sobs that followed.
He gave her an even dozen, six on each side, and they were all delivered to her quivering thighs. He wanted her to learn her lesson so well that they never ended up here again, and the only way that could happen was if she was well and truly punished for her actions. She would remember this spanking for a day or two, of that he was certain. He didn’t like to give this kind of punishment often, but she needed to know how seriously he took lying. By the time he finished, she was nothing more than a sobbing, shaking bundle of nerves. He was more than happy to pick her up and sit her down gently in his lap as he wrapped his arms around her. She seemed more than grateful to accept.
“Shh,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her hair. Her normally straight, golden hair had been mussed throughout her punishment and he smiled to see her halo a bit out of place. If anyone asked, he would have said that he found her more beautiful than ever. “It’s all over.”
“I-I’m sorry,” she sobbed into his chest. “I am, I p-promise.”
“Shh. I believe you. Hush now. Give yourself some time to catch your breath.” He waited like that for a while, letting her cry her heart out. He knew that she was crying about more than the lie she’d told, about more than her sore bottom. But he’d let her tell him about it when she was ready—he didn’t think she could handle any probing questions just now.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, trying to disentangle himself.
“No!” she cried out, tightening her grip and hanging on to him for dear life.
“I’ll just be a moment, baby. I promise.” He gave her several reassuring kisses on her brow before she reluctantly released her hold. He chuckled to himself and made quick work of finding what he needed. He was as anxious to be back at her side as she seemed to be to have him there.
When he walked back into the living room, his hands were full. “See, I’m back,” he told her. “Lie on your belly.”
She gave him a pitiful, sad look, but did as he asked.
“Don’t worry, baby, you’re not in trouble. I told you we’d be done after your paddling.” Setting his other items down, he unscrewed the top off the jar he carried. “This will make you feel a little better,” he said as he applied a thick smear of soothing cream to her bottom. As he worked it in, moving to every inch of skin and working around the butt plug, he heard her let out a sigh of pleasure.
“I do feel better, daddy… well, a little better, anyhow.”
“That’s good. I want you to be as comfortable as possible. Now, sit up.” As soon as she obeyed—only wincing slightly as her butt hit the couch once more—he slid behind her and began brushing out her hair with the brush he’d brought.
“What are you doin’, daddy?”
He grinned, wondering if she’d ever know how much that endearment meant to him. “I’m going to braid your hair, baby.”
“Two braids, please,” she said, brightening considerably.
“Oh, two is it?” he chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do.” He managed quite nicely, surprising himself. “Go have a look in the mirror.”
She toddled off quite happily and when she came back, she rewarded him with a grin that lit up her entire face. Her cheeks seemed rosy with pleasure, instead of pain, her eyes bright with happiness instead of tears. He was quite pleased with the effect himself.
“Okay, sweetheart, why don’t you run along to the bathroom, then I think it’s time to take a nap.”
Scarlett’s brow furrowed immediately. “But I’m not sleepy.”
“Yes, you are, baby. Now, don’t argue. Come here.”
When Scarlett obeyed, he made quick work of removing the butt plug and grinned to himself as she ran off to the bathroom. When she came back, she was a sight more subdued than when she’d left.
“I’m still not sleepy,” she told him. He pointed firmly at the couch and though she stuck out her lower lip, other than that small pout, she made no protest. She came over to the couch and lay down, even giving him a small smile when he spread a blanket over her.
“Yes,” she replied, seeming surprised to realize that she was.
Colton wasn’t surprised in the least and had, in fact, come prepared for such. When he held out the bottle full of grape juice, he watched as many emotions flickered over her face. There was surprise, of course, as well as confusion and perhaps a bit of disgust.
“What do you want me to do with that?” she asked at last.
“What do you think?”
“You can’t want me to… to drink out of it.”
“But that’s for babies!”
“As a matter of fact, it is. And that’s okay, because you’re my baby today.”
“Don’t you want to be my baby, Scarlett?” She didn’t answer, except in the form of biting her bottom lip and looking away. When they flickered back toward him, though, they were full of a shy desire that he read loud and clear. This time, when he offered her the bottle, she reached out and took it.
From the moment that her lips touched the nipple, she seemed to be in her own world. She seemed contented and at peace in a way he’d never seen her before. He sat down and just watched as she drank until she was finished and fell asleep. Even then he didn’t move from his spot. He knew she needed to rest, and he wanted to stay with her while she did.
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