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“Rise and shine, poppet!”
Scarlett threw her hand over her face as her cocoon of sleep was invaded by bright shards of sunshine.
“Up you go now! The early bird gets the worm!”
“I don’t want any worms,” Scarlett grumbled as she turned on her side and buried her head in the pillow.
“Now, none of that! There’s work to be done and we’re going to get an early start on it!”
Scarlett rolled over again, pulling it over her head.
“I thought you and I just had a discussion about delaying last night.”
Scarlett’s eyes popped open, but before she could react, Aunt Tish was already sitting on the bed. No sooner had she sat down, she’d already pulled a wiggling, protesting Scarlett over her lap.
“Oh, so you’re awake now, are you? Fancy that.”
Before she could say anything in her defense—not that there was much she could say; Aunt Tish was unmovable like that—the spanks were already raining down on her pajama bottoms. They fell quickly, one after the other, right on the same spot at the center of her bottom. “I’m sorry!” she squealed, kicking her legs.
“Yes, I imagine you are,” came the crisp reply.
“Please stop! I’ll be good!”
“That’s what they all say.” The words were followed by spank after firm spank.
Yes, it was hard to imagine a man reining this woman in. Harder than any calculus problem she’d ever encountered.
“Are you going to be a good girl now?”
“Yes, ma’am!” she cried out. “Please, I’ll be good now!”
“Very well.” Aunt Tish released her and watched as she leapt up and grabbed her burning bottom. She’d managed to renew the fire she’d lit yesterday and Scarlett wasn’t taking it well. “Now’s your chance to prove it.”
“Wh-what?”
“I talked to your daddy this morning.”
How was it possible that even as she winced she wished she’d been the one to talk to him? How did even the prospect of talking to him made her come alive from the inside?
“I told him that you behaved rather well, after a time.”
Scarlett bit her lip. She didn’t imagine he liked hearing that and she knew she’d hear about it when he got home.
“And he expressed his desire that you be further chastised for your stunt yesterday evening.”
She swallowed hard. She knew that she would be punished when he got home; it hadn’t occurred to her that he would ask Aunt Tish to spank her again.
“Get those pajamas off, please. Be quick about it now.”
She didn’t have to be told twice. She hadn’t been even twenty-four hours in this lady’s presence and yet all protests and thoughts of modesty vanished. She stripped the pajamas off as quickly as she possibly could, silently beaming at Aunt Tish’s nod of approval.
“Come with me, please.”
Scarlett followed behind dutifully, not even bothering to question where they were headed. She’d see soon enough.
Aunt Tish stopped in front of the bathroom and paused, gesturing her inside. Scarlett hesitated, but only for the fraction of an instant before she walked in. Aunt Tish followed at her heels and switched on the light, which, this early in the morning, seemed much brighter than usual. It didn’t seem to bother Aunt Tish, who began bustling around, opening drawers and riffling through them. Scarlett was still blinking from the light when Aunt Tish moved back and began to explain the instruments in front of her.
There was really no explanation necessary. She knew what an enema kit looked like. Her mouth had gone dry at the sight of it, which was why she kept silent while Aunt Tish talked.
“Your daddy thought that it was past time that you be given a good cleaning. And I have to say, after our little chat last night, I agree. You have to learn to take responsibility for your choices, little one.”
Scarlett gulped, swallowing back all the fearful, pleading protests that sprang to her lips. She knew that no matter what she said, she’d be getting an enema, so better just take it and get it over with.
“Knickers down.”
Hooking her thumbs in the band of her panties, Scarlett skirted them down and let them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them, her eyes focused on the cool tile floor as she waited for the next instruction.
“Watch me as I do this, please.”
She obediently raised her head, though she felt her stomach begin to churn with anxiety as she saw Aunt Tish begin to mix the ingredients for the enema. She’d never had to watch it being done before, right in front of her! It was a strange feeling, watching as she turned on the water and tested it with her finger, ensuring that it was warm enough. Then she started filling the enema bag. Scarlett’s tummy was in knots. She knew she would only feel worse in a few minutes.
“The water is nice and warm,” Aunt Tish told her as she held the bag steady under the stream. “Once this is full I’ll add the soap in.”
Scarlett’s eyes grew large as she watched the bag grow larger. Just how much was she expecting her to hold? Her tummy began doing flip-flops at the thought.
True to her word, once she turned off the faucet—the bag bulged considerably, Scarlett couldn’t help but notice—Aunt Tish dropped in a bar of soap and swished the contents around before laying it down carefully. Next, she picked up the Vaseline. Scarlett found her eyes drawn to it, transfixed despite herself as a generous amount was squirted onto the rectal tube. When she’d coated it to her satisfaction, she laid it on the counter.
“All right, my girl. That water is a bit too hot. It will get nice and soapy soon enough. And it will be just the right temperature when we’re ready for it.”
Scarlett stared back blankly, but obeyed when Aunt Tish signaled for her to leave the bathroom.
“Let us see just how much you learned yesterday, shall we?”
When she signaled for Scarlett to go over her knee, she did so, with trepidation, though she did not hesitate.
“Very good,” she praised as she patted her bare bottom. “The enema, as I told you, I am doing at your daddy’s request. However, I owe you a spanking. Do you know why that is?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Would you care to guess?”
Scarlett scoured her brain, but she couldn’t think of a specific thing that stood out. “I’m sorry, Aunt Tish, I don’t know. Why are you going to spank me?”
“For your poor attitude when I first came to your house yesterday. You were impolite and very cheeky with me. That won’t be tolerated, and while I should have paddled you straightaway, I had made a promise to your daddy. Nonetheless, now you will pay me for your insolent demeanor.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Scarlett’s voice shook slightly as she answered.
“I shall be using my Lexan paddle today, but should I encounter any such behavior in the future, you will face the cane. Is that understood?”
She felt a shudder run through her at what she knew was a promise. “Yes, Aunt Tish.”
“Very well. We shall begin. I must warn you, this will be most uncomfortable. I’m afraid you won’t enjoy it one bit.”
Even with that warning, Scarlett and her poor, quivering flesh were still caught off guard by the sting that followed the loud pop when Aunt Tish swung her arm. It was shockingly intense. If she wasn’t being held firmly, she would have leapt up and danced around the room to attempt to lessen the prickling pain. She was doing it in her head right this very moment, which, unfortunately, didn’t help.
The next one fell silently, imparting a bite that ensured she wasn’t quiet. Aunt Tish let her squirm and whimper as the pain spread over her cheeks and burrowed down deep, creating a heat that radiated. She didn’t offer a word of comfort, however, nor did she say she was done.
Quite possibly because she wasn’t, which Scarlett found out from the next stealthy swat. She was spacing them out, but still they built, pain stacked on top of ache, like some sort of evil pyramid of agony. This time, she wailed unashamedly and gave a little kick of her legs, neither of which dulled the waves of heat pouring from her scorched cheeks.
Are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet? she chanted frantically in her head, too afraid of the answer to ask it aloud.
She would have been disappointed, it seemed, because just as the burning sting began to lessen—only the smallest bit, but enough to give her some small respite—Aunt Tish swung the mean paddle again. This time, her cry became a sob that stuck in her throat. She would have kicked her legs and screamed for all she was worth, and the reason she didn’t had nothing to do with self-control, but sheer exhaustion. She lay limply over Aunt Tish’s lap, her body reverberating with soft sobs as the throbbing continued. She was resolved to take it until Aunt Tish was through.
But then, incredibly, thankfully, she patted Scarlett’s mottled flesh and announced, “That will do.”
Scarlett leapt to her feet and back onto her lap, threw her arms around Aunt Tish’s neck, hugging her for all she was worth as she cried.
“There, there, poppet,” the woman cooed as she patted her on the back.
“I’m so sorry!” she wailed.
“I know. You’re a good girl, Scarlett, you just have to be mindful of that tongue of yours.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she vowed, fervently enough to make Aunt Tish smile.
“Very well then. Shall we get on with it?”
Scarlett stared back blankly for a moment. When the meaning of her words struck, she blanched. But she summoned her courage—there seemed to be such a small bit of it left—and nodded.
“That’s my brave girl,” Aunt Tish praised, giving her a squeeze. “To the bathroom, please.”
When Scarlett stood, a firm smack sent her scurrying. She got to the door and froze. She could see the enema bag, so innocuous on the counter. Sure, it looked harmless, but she knew better. Her tummy twisted nervously at the sight of it.
“Do you think staring will make it go away?” Aunt Tish asked crisply from behind her.
She gulped, trying to swallow some of the anxiety that had welled up in her throat, and ventured inside with tiny baby steps. They still got her inside and before she knew it she was back over Aunt Tish’s no-nonsense lap, having her cheeks spread.
“It does you no good to be so tense, poppet. You must relax. Yes, like that.”
It was hard to relax as a cold piece of stainless steel probed for entry. It filled her with a mix of anxiety and nerves that made her want to give in to her fight-then-flee instincts. But even though she’d been with Aunt Tish for only a short time—had it really not even been a full day yet? It felt like a month!—she knew with certainty that the woman would have no trouble subduing her and that more spanking would probably follow her escape attempt. An enema was humiliating and uncomfortable, but more spanking at this point would be downright unbearable.
So she stayed. She stayed and winced and whimpered as the lubricated tip finally entered her tight anus.
“Very good. You will have to take it all,” Aunt Tish told her, as casually as though she were referring to a box of baked goods.
Scarlett nodded, too tightly wound to speak. And when the water—now merely warm, just as Aunt Tish had promised—began to flow into her, she had the feeling of being full, so very full. Yet, once it had started, the anxiety began to ebb out as more water flowed in. She never knew why, but she found enemas relaxing in some strange way, once they’d actually begun. Perhaps it was the feeling that she was being cleansed from the inside out, and that after the pain of the punishing cramps left her, she would be whole and sparkling clean again.
She had fallen into a type of trance as she lay, breathing evenly over Aunt Tish’s lap. She hadn’t even realized that they were finished until she felt the pressure of the tip being removed.
“Up you go, my darling.”
Scarlett hurried to obey and allowed herself to be led to the nursery. Aunt Tish opened the door and ushered her inside.
“I really must speak to your daddy about a changing table,” she mentioned in an offhand way, not commenting as Scarlett’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.
She’d thought, with her waddle-walk as she tried to hold the fluid, that the worst was over. Sadly, it seemed that she’d been a touch too optimistic. She made a face when she saw the diaper Aunt Tish was holding.
“You’ll have to lie on the floor,” she was informed briskly.
An uncomfortable position was made more so by the water sloshing around in her insides. Still, she clenched her cheeks together and slowly lowered herself to the floor. Then she lay flat on her back, eyeing the diaper with a pout on her lips.
“You don’t have to like it,” Aunt Tish informed her.
“But I’m not a baby!”
“No, you’re not. But you’re being treated like one because you chose to act like one.”
“That’s not fair.”
“You might not think so, but I think it is. Also, I have the hope that it might deter you from such behavior in the future. If not, well, I keep a good supply of nappies on hand.”
Scarlett had the irresistible urge to roll her eyes, but stopped herself just in time.
Aunt Tish got to work, sliding the diaper beneath her and securing it, maneuvering her expertly without a word. It was clear that she had done this many times before. For some reason, that thought made her think of all the other naughty girls she must have punished. She felt a flicker of resentment shoot through her that came as a surprise.
“There, and now for the finishing touch.” She held up a gray wool diaper cover for Scarlett to see.
Where had she gotten that? she wondered. Probably out of her Bag of Punishment. More important, what was she going to do with it? Surely, she couldn’t mean…
“Go on, lift your hips, dear.”
Yes, of course. Because wearing a diaper just wasn’t humiliating enough.
As she obeyed, she wondered what the point was. But it had hardly gone over the over-size diaper she was wearing when she found out. The wool of the cover did a remarkable job of trapping the heat radiating from her spanked butt. Not only that, but it was itchy and uncomfortable, making her feel very much the irritable toddler she was being treated as.
“Now, off to the corner with you. You know what I expect. You must hold the water for five minutes. I’ll come over every minute or so to check you. If you wet your diaper, there will be trouble. In fact, we might have to start again.”
Scarlett scowled, her brow furrowing as she made her way to the corner. Surely she couldn’t be serious. She had to hold the awful liquid and if she didn’t, she’d get spanked again? This was simply too much. Surely, she would never carry through on such a threat. Under normal circumstances, even twenty hours ago, she would have thought so, but having spent some time in Aunt Tish’s company, she would believe it of her. The thought made her shudder. She was getting the punishment of her life. The thought made her tear up and she found herself sniffling through corner time, though she tried to keep it quiet, particularly when Aunt Tish came to check on her.
Finally, just when she thought she was a balloon that was about to burst, Aunt Tish announced that her time was up. “You may get out of the corner and come with me.”
Scarlett did not hesitate. She shot out of the corner as quickly as she could, waddling uncomfortably to the woman, who took her by the hand and briskly walked her to the bathroom.
“Just a moment longer,” she told her as she removed first the cover then the diaper itself.
Scarlett had never been so relieved to go to the bathroom.
When she exited some minutes later, she wasn’t surprised to find Aunt Tish waiting for her. She had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to shake the woman with a stick. She wasn’t even surprised when she was told to stop and the awful cover was slipped back over her prickly, burning skin. At first she thought she would be glad to be rid of the diaper, but the cover felt even worse without it. It locked the heat in more effectively than the insulation in their house!
“Poor poppet,” Aunt Tish murmured, running her hand over Scarlett’s hair for a moment. “I know that wasn’t easy or fun. Would you like to take a little nap before we begin cleaning?” she asked, looking sympathetic for the first time since they’d met.
“Yes, please,” she answered in a submissive, little-girl voice. She became shy once more as she heard her own tone, but if Aunt Tish noticed, she didn’t mention it.
“Very well. Come, let me tuck you in tight.”
She beamed her thanks before scampering—well, waddling, mostly—over to the daybed and letting Aunt Tish tuck her inside the warm covers. She felt like she’d been swaddled once the woman was done. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt more safe and secure. Her heavy eyelids had begun to fall even before the door closed.