Sweet Girl

Author's note: This is a fictional DDlg series involving consenting partners in their thirties. CWs for the entire series include spanking, humiliation, anal play, ginger play, enema play, nipple play, pussy spanking, belting, and orgasm denial (plus lots of love along the way).

PART 2

The moment he mentions the enema, I flail instinctively in his arms. I'm abruptly thrown back down on the bed--this time, bent over it. He spanks me hard with his open hand.

"You-do-not," he says between each spank. "Squirm-away-from-Daddy!" Then, with a final, shriek-eliciting spank: "Ever!"

I'm sobbing into my pink comforter, bottom stinging, button screaming, legs numb and shaky.

He lifts me gently back into his arms and carries me to the master bathtub. "There, there little girl. You're okay. Daddy forgives you. Don't cry."

He bends me gently over the edge of the tub--where several fluffy towels have already been laid out.

"Daddy," I whimper, my lower half feeling too puffy and pained to take any more punishment. "I confessed to you, remember? You don't need to flush it out."

"I know little girl, but what you did was so bad that there's almost certainly more naughtiness to be flushed from your system. Wouldn't you agree?"

"But Daddy," I whine, burying my head in the towel. "It's so yucky. Why do you even want to do this--"

"I don't, little girl," he says, a warning edge in his tone as he sets a bowl of milky-white liquid on the bath mat beside me. Then he pulls a bulb syringe off the counter and slowly fills the device. "I find it disgusting to have to clean and empty your dirty bottom, and I find it disgusting how wet it makes your naughty kitten. But it always sets you in the right mind for your punishments to come, doesn't it little girl? Reminding you that Daddy will go to any lengths to help his girl be good again? Even something as disgusting and intimate as cleaning out her bottom?"

I let out a strangled sob as his embarrassing words send another flood of moisture through my kitten.

He knows they do, too, reaching his pointer finger out to collect some of my slickness. "Sloppy little kitten," he murmurs, dipping his finger in and out--just shallow enough to do nothing to relieve the hot ache inside me. "Nothing makes her drool like an embarrassing bottom enema. Maybe she's jealous. What do you think, little one? Next time, shall I let your kitten have a taste?"

I cringe at the idea of it, having never been vaginally douched in my life--and Daddy seems delighted by my response.

"Don't worry, thirsty little kitten," he says, still petting her. "Next time we'll let you play, too--"

"Daddy," I whine, earning me a warning pop on my already sore bottom.

Then his slicked finger begins to poke at my star and I brace for the intrusion, entire body clenching.

"Naughty girl," he says with another stinging slap on my right cheek. "Is that how we take fingers in our bottoms?"

I release a shuttered breath. "No, Daddy."

"Relax your bottom so Daddy can prepare it. Unless you'd rather take your medicine dry--"

"No, Daddy!"

"Then stop acting like this is your first time bent over this tub, young lady, and relax your bottom or the next thing going up it will be your Good Girl Cream--and then your medicine."

I whimper, doing my best to relax my star. Earlier, I couldn't get enough of his poking and prodding at it but now--knowing it's just the next step toward my doom--I don't feel as enthusiastic. I push out slightly and his finger slips right in, dragging a reluctant moan from me.

"There, there naughty girl," Daddy says, moving his finger in and out of my star. "You always feel better with something in your bottom, don't you? Maybe that's where I've gone wrong this week."

My kitten weeps at his words. I feel her tears running down my legs and Daddy dips his head down to catch one with his tongue.

"Your kitten agrees with me, naughty girl. Tomorrow I think we'll need to reinstate your maintenance plugs."

I buck back on Daddy's finger, the mere mention of the plugs he used to methodically insert in my bottom every morning sending shock waves to my button, where I hardly feel the burn of ginger at all, any more.

"I'll let that one slide," Daddy growls, pulling his finger from me. "But only if you promise to show that kind of enthusiasm when Daddy takes your bottom later. Now," he goes on. "It's time for your medicine, little one. Remember, this feels embarrassing and uncomfortable because it is. That's the point. And if it didn't have such a positive effect on you, I wouldn't bother. But you need this, don't you little girl?"

I release a long, shuttered breath, burying my crimson face in the towel in front of me. Regardless of my feelings in this moment, there's only one right answer: "Yes, daddy."

"That's what I thought," he says simply. "Now, be a good girl and relax your bottom for me."

I whimper but do what I'm told, pushing my star out once more, and the nozzle slips in easily, riding the path left behind by Daddy's slicked fingers. As it reaches deeper and deeper inside me, I clench down, moaning hard, trying with all my might not to rock against it--Daddy has already given me one free pass for such behavior.

The pleasure is soon overcome by pressure as Daddy squeezes the medicine into me, whispering as he rubs my lower belly with his free hand.

"Take all your medicine. What a good girl. My little girl loves having her bottom filled. Such a dirty girl. I think, one of these days, a dirty diaper night might be just what you need."

His last threat makes me gasp, bottom spasming around the nozzle.

Daddy smacks my swollen belly. "Behave you filthy thing," he growls. "Daddy is starting to understand just what you need, isn't he? Tonight has clearly been much needed and probably long overdue."

I cry quietly into my towel, bottom wriggling only slightly as he pulls the nozzle from my star.

"One down," he says, massaging my sagging belly as the cramps set in, making me groan in discomfort. "One to go."

I'm relieved to hear this. Daddy doesn't believe in overfilling my bottom with medicine. He thinks a little goes a long way.

He's halfway through administering the second dose when a particularly large cramp blooms in my belly, causing me to cry out, begging him to stop. Daddy ceases the torturous flow of the medicine, reaching out to pet my spasming kitten with his clean hand. "Poor girl, so confused by all the sensations."

"Daddy," I groan. "It hurts so bad. Please, I'm too full."

"This is what you need, little one," he says reassuringly. "You said so yourself."

"I can't do it," I sob into the towel and he dips a finger into my kitten, then another. I moan around another sob, sagging back against him, trying to feel him deeper.

He fingers me slowly, just how I like--knowing, even with how wound up I am, I won't be able to come without pressing on my little button. "Do you need to use your special word or do you need a spanking for interrupting Daddy while he was trying to give you what you asked him for?"

I release a frustrated moan-cry into the towel. "I can't win!"

Daddy rips his fingers from my kitten and spanks me hard. I cry out, clenching down around the nozzle still in my bottom to keep from leaking. He spanks me again and again as I grip the edge of the tub for dear life, sobbing as loud as I can--knowing no one can hear me. No one will ever hear the sobs Daddy reduces me to in this bedroom, night after night, and for some unholy reason, the thought of my utter powerlessness makes my kitten quiver as Daddy delivers his final blow.

"There, there little girl," he says then, settling back down behind me, repeating the words he always uses after a hard spanking. He rubs my now screaming bottom gently with one hand while he resumes his steady squeeze of the bulb syringe with the other. "It's over now. Daddy forgives you. Take your medicine and you'll feel all better."

I lay there, limp and ragged, tears streaming down my cheeks and thighs, taking my medicine like the good girl Daddy wants me to be.

"I'm going to take such good care of you when you're my sweet girl again," he murmurs, gently sliding the syringe from my bottom when it's empty and pressing something hard against my hole.

"Noo-ooo-ooo," I moan as daddy presses a lubed plug into my bottom.

"Yes, little one," he says, sliding it fully in. I feel my kitten panting and smacking her lips, putting on god knows what kind of show for Daddy as he plugs me. "Daddy knows what you need," he adds, patting my kitten with a gentle slap that makes me jolt.

Daddy tuts but doesn't spank me again, seeming to take pity on me. "Come here, pouty girl," he says, helping me climb to my feet. My legs feel like rubber, and Daddy is happy to support my weight as he pulls me back against him. I feel his hard cock pressing against my raw bottom as he plants a kiss on the top of my head. "Look in the mirror, little girl."

My eyes are screwed shut, focused on the waves of cramps that continue to assault my belly and the instinct to clench my star around my plug to keep from leaking.

"Don't make me repeat myself, little girl," he says against my ear. "If you do, I'll assume you haven't really heard anything I've said since your punishment began and we'll have to start over."

My eyes bug open, bleary and stinging and puffy from all my crying.

Daddy smiles back at me, moving his hands sensually around my bloated belly. "Look what Daddy has done to you."

My eyes drop to my belly and shame floods me. I look six months pregnant. I look swollen and chubby--

"Beautiful," Daddy says, running in hands around me, massaging me reassuringly as I wince under another wave of cramps. "Let the medicine do its job. Let it bring my sweet girl back to me."

He reaches behind me then, tapping gently on my plug and I jolt, instinctively jumping away from him but he pulls me back against him.

"Don't test me, little girl. I'm going to play with your plug while we watch the medicine do its work and if you shy away from me one more time, we'll take a special trip to the pharmacy with your medicine in your tummy and dirty girl night will start tonight. Is that what you want?"

"No, Daddy," I whisper, hanging my head with resignation.

"That's my good girl," he says, moving back once more to tap the plug in my bottom.

The sensation sends what feels like electric jolts through my crotch, making my button throb and my cramps begin to feel like the start of a deep, aching orgasm.

"Naughty little bottom, sucking so greedily on its little plug," he says, shaking it against my tormented star. I feel the pressure of my medicine just behind it, threatening to burst free. "Does it hurt, baby? Is it making the cramps worse?"

"Yes, Daddy," I whimper, sagging back against him and he presses another kiss to the top of my head.

"Not to worry, little one. I know just what to do to take your mind off it."

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the ginger cream and my body goes rigid--desperately fighting my flight reflex, knowing if I give into it, it will only make Daddy angrier.

"That's it," he says, bringing a dollop down to my button as I stay perfectly still, frozen like a lamb brought to slaughter. "Watch Daddy as he gives your button her Good Girl Cream."

Tears silently slip down my face as I stand there, watching him use one hand to smother my abused clitty with the cream while he continues to torment my full bottom with the other. I decide the first application of the cream must have numbed me to a certain extent, because the pain isn't quite as unbearable as the first time but what pain there is still lashes through me, making me nearly double over.

I'm reduced to a whimpering, spasming mess as Daddy holds me against him, whispering that he knows it hurts. I'm such a brave girl. He knows I'll never touch his kitten without permission again.

I nod, all my sources of pain and pleasure neutralizing into a numbness that takes me out of my body. I watch through glazed eyes as my strong, handsome Daddy manipulates his tear streaked, swollen little girl. She looks lost in his ministrations, lost in the intensity of everything that's been done to her, and then Daddy whispers something against her ear that brings her back to her body.

"Grab your pins and meet me in your room, naughty girl." He follows his words with a sharp pinch to one of my nipples and I yelp.

I love when Daddy plays with my little buds. It's one of my biggest turn ons, and I've yet to experience a bud beating from Daddy that hasn't had me humping the nearest solid object for release--when he uses his hands, that is.

I walk tentatively to the little glass jar on the bathroom counter that holds two inconspicuous wooden clothespins. When it became clear that I found nothing he did with his fingers particularly punishing, he introduced the pins to our sessions. They both frightened and fascinated me, and Daddy loved to see the way my body writhed as he slowly clamped them down on my sensitive buds and proceeded to torment me with flicks and tugs.

I step slowly into my room, pins clutched at my sides. Daddy sits at the edge of my bed, like he does when he plans to take me over his knee and spank me. This time, however, he guides me by the waist until my back is pressed flush against his chest, legs straddling his thighs.

The plug presses further into my bottom as I sit on it and I moan, head rolling back as Daddy reaches around to tug at my buds.

"Now, little girl," he says, rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Did you notice what I'm wearing?"

I nod. "Yes, Daddy."

"And why am I wearing this?"

It doesn't take a genius. "Because it's easy to see when I make a mess."

"That's right, little girl," he says, still tweaking my nipples. I hum faintly against him, pressing my little titties into his rough hands. "And usually, we're talking about your kitten messes. But what mess do you think I'll be looking out for tonight, little one?"

Embarrassment floods scarlet across my body. "A...a bottom mess?"

"That's right," he says, bouncing his leg then, pounding the plug even deeper, making me gasp and spasm and involuntarily ride his leg to manage the conflicting sensations. "And if you can't control this little bottom hole and end up making a disgusting mess on me, what kind of girl will you be?"

He tweaks my nipples rougher, and I hump his leg as the sensation shoots to my kitten. "Please Daddy," I moan. "I don't want to be a dirty girl."

"I don't want that either, little girl, but I'm afraid it's not up to me."

I nod, panting as he pulls my buds harder. "Are you going to be a dirty girl or a clean girl for Daddy?"

"Clean," I whisper, breathless, humping his thigh as his ministrations become harsher.

His hands disappear for a moment, slowly prying the clothes pins from my fingers, and I hump him harder, hoping the rhythmic motions will help manage the impending pain.

The moment I feel the pins clamp on my nipples, I screw my eyes shut, knowing the worst is still to come.

And then it begins--one flick. Two flicks. I gasp as the stinging sensation bolts through me.

"Daddy," I whimper as he flicks me again and again.

"Shhh," Daddy coaxes, tugging me back against him. "You're alright."

I'm quaking against him, my button throbbing, and then he slowly begins to squeeze down on the pins, making their bite even tighter.

When he releases his pinching fingers, a small burst of sensation returns to my buds, bringing with it a wave of sharp pain and a strangled moan.

"Keep humping Daddy's leg," he whispers. "I want to see you ride your little kitten ragged, knowing you won't be able to get her off."

I moan in frustration, my kitten weeping at his words--sending another flood erupting between my legs.

Both daddy and I still. Then he pushes me off his thigh, revealing a massive wet patch.

"You dirty little girl," Daddy snaps, pointing to his soaking thigh. "Does this look clean to you?"

I panic, dancing from foot to foot--I can't handle any more spanks. He sees the genuine desperation in my eyes, face softening for a moment.

"Do you need to use our special word?" he asks. "Do you need to be a big girl for a while?"

I whimper, not sure what I want--only that I need him to hold me while I figure it out--but I'm afraid he'll be mad at me for moving without permission.

As if reading my mind, he holds his arms out to me and I run to him, burying my face in his chest, whimpering as the pins still pinching my nipples brush across his chest.

"Talk to me, little one," he says, holding me tight, and I release a relieved sob into his chest hair, smelling of Old Spice and gentle soap and him. I'm reminded that I love this man more than life itself, and I trust him with my pleasure, my pain, my shame. I need him to make me feel it. All of it. It's the only thing that makes me feel seen--really seen--and before we began this little game, I'd been so desperate to be seen, for as long as I could remember.

"I don't want to be punished any more," I say, sniffling into his chest. "But I don't want you to go."

"You know I won't go anywhere, baby. I'll be right next to you, all night, wherever you are."

"But you'll be Mark. You won't be Daddy."

He nods against me. "That's right, little girl. If you use our special word I'll be back to being your husband, Mark. Do you need your husband right now or do you need your Daddy?"

For some reason, the question brings a fresh round of tears to my eyes. I sob against him, my bottom still so full, my stomach still so crampy, my sensitive buds now numb and achy.

"I can't take any more punishment," I cry into him and he runs a hand across my back in soothing motions. After about five minutes, when my tears have subsided, he pulls back to look at me.

"I'm going to ask you again now that you've calmed down," he says, looking deep in my eyes. "Do you need your husband right now, little girl, or do you need your Daddy?"

I bury my head back in his chest. It's not fair--not fair that I can hate this so much yet can't bring myself to walk away from it.

"Use your words, little girl. Daddy's not a mind reader."

I laugh slightly at that because, actually, I'm fairly sure he is. Then, with a deep breath, I tell him what's in my heart--even if it goes against all rational thinking. "I need my Daddy."

He pulls me close, squeezing me tightly. "I know, baby." Then, with a playful smile as his hard cock bounces beneath me: "And I need my little girl."

I hold him tightly back, humming as he rocks slightly against me, relief settling low in my swollen belly.

"Come now," he says then, patting my thigh. "Let's give you another dose of Good Girl Cream so we can finish up here and move onto this naughty kitten."

Just like that, my body goes rigid again--the relief giving way to the panic that had preceded it.

"You're okay, little one," Daddy says, seeing the anguish in my face. "Relax."

I release a helpless breath, fighting the urge to collapse to the floor in sobbing protest. "Yes, Daddy."

He taps my inner thigh then, motioning for me to spread my legs. With no other choice, I do, clenching my eyes shut as I brace for the pain--but it never comes.

It's just his fingers--his dexterous, naked fingers, working my punished clitty, and I moan, grinding against his hand.

"Yes, Daddy," I moan. "Oh please, Daddy. Play with my button. Tell me I'm your sweet girl again."

I push my crotch up further into him and he chuckles. "My poor, needy girl. I've been dying to play with you here for so long. Why won't you let me, baby? Why do you keep insisting on being a naughty girl?"

I moan. "I don't know, Daddy--"

"That's not an answer, little girl. I want you to really think about this and give me an honest answer."