Page 153 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“I turned it back on almost immediately. But I also got a drink as soon as I got to the lobby. One of the big slushy ones in a souvenir cup, and I didn’t eat. I also didn’t drink any of my water. I did go to the spa, and I went shopping, but I bought the skimpiest dress I could find. Not because I liked it, but because I knew you wouldn’t.” Hot tears tracked down my face and I shifted from foot to foot.
“Stay still, babygirl,” Cas ordered. “How often were you supposed to call or text me to check in?”
“Every hour or two.”
“You didn’t call or text even once. In more than fifteen hours.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” My hands came around from behind my back to wipe my eyes.
Cas stood, and before I knew what was happening, he’d lifted my skirt and delivered two hard smacks to my bare bottom. “Stay in position.”
I quickly locked my hands behind my back, my bottom stinging. “When it was time to meet you for dinner, I went to the casino instead. I gambled for a little while, not much, but long enough to get two free drinks. When they were finished, I went to a bar, and met this group of girls who were going to the nightclub. They were with a wedding party, but the guy I left with, he wasn’t the groom. The groom was a redhead with a heavy Irish accent.”
“Good to know,” Cas hummed. I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not.
“They invited me to do shots with them, and I did. Way too many. It gets kind of blurry after that.” Tears pricked my eyelids again. “It was stupid, and it wasn’t a good birthday. I should have been with you instead of strangers. I’m sorry, Cas.”
Suddenly his hands were on my shoulders, turning me and pulling me against his chest. “I’m sorry too, babygirl. And very disappointed. You’ve got quite the punishment coming. I don’t think I can go easy on you hearing all that.”
I shook my head vehemently against his chest. “I don’t want you to,” I sobbed. “I feel awful and I’ll submit to whatever you want to do to me. I just need you to forgive me, and I need to stop feeling like such a loser idiot.”
“Well, I don’t want you talking about yourself like that, but I do know what you mean. Guilt is a powerful emotion.”
He sat on the couch and pulled me onto his lap, wiping my tears with the pad of his thumbs. “How do you feel about enemas, babygirl? Be honest.”
Terrified. Intrigued. Embarrassed. A little turned on. Which answer did I go with? I shook my head and shrugged. “I-if that’s what you think I deserve…”
“It’s where I would start if you were mine because the behavior you displayed was willfully defiant.”
“O-okay,” I stuttered. “I’m sorry.”
To my fascinated mortification, I allowed Cas to lead me into the bathroom to give me an enema. I couldn’t believe I’d caved so quickly. Was it guilt? Morbid curiosity? Some insane desire to know how far Cas would take this, and what it would feel like?
When we got into the bathroom, Cas laid a towel over the fluffy bathroom rug in the center of the floor, and picked up an enema kit on the counter. When had it gotten there? I hadn't been paying attention. I eyed it warily, half afraid he was going to hand it to me and tell me to take care of it myself. The Daddies in my books never did that, but this wasn’t a book, and Cas wasn’t my Daddy.
I looked up at him with wide eyes, wondering if it was too late to back out, wondering if he’d think less of me if I used my safeword and why in the hell I’d agreed to this in the first place.
Then Cas knelt down, patted the towel, and said, “Take off your panties and lay down, baby girl,” and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. His sexy green eyes were trained on me, full of firmness and a smidge of compassion, and I fucking melted into a pool of obedient submissive goo.
I locked my eyes on his and slowly reached underneath the short-as-fuck plaid shirt he’d purchased for me downstairs, hooked my fingers in the waistband of my lacy thong and slipped it down my legs, stepping out of it when the lace touched the floor. I was rewarded for my obedience when Cas’ eyes darkened and his Adam’s apple bobbed. He didn’t look away though.
It was weird to lay on the floor, and I wasn't sure what position to be in, so I laid on my back and trusted Cas to guide me.
He did, lifting my skirt so the fabric fanned out around me. “Roll onto your side, baby girl.”
I did as he said, tears pricking my eyelids as he manhandled my legs, gently forcing them into the correct position. “Okay, baby girl. You’re doing so good. I just need you to be a good girl for a tiny bit longer, okay?”
I sucked in a breath, nodding jerkily. I was scared. Much more so than I was of a spanking, or anything else Cas could dream up to do to me. But I pressed on, because in so many ways, I knew I deserved this. Cas may drive me crazy, may have always driven me crazy, but he’d also always been there for me, and I had treated him like shit last night.
“Okay, you’re going to feel a little pinch, then a warmth, and then your tummy is going to feel really full and maybe a little crampy. I need you to hold on for a minute and don’t move until Daddy gives you permission, okay?”
I managed a nod because it was all I was capable of as Cas parted my cheeks and pushed the tip of the nozzle past my tight hole. I held my breath, and a moment later, I felt a whoosh of warm water filling up my insides. Just like Cas had said would happen, my stomach began to ache.
“Owwwieee,” I whimpered, praying he would let me up.
He didn’t and out of pure instinct, I stuck my thumb in my mouth, something I hadn’t done since I was a child, not even through the trauma of my parent’s deaths. If Cas noticed, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he squeezed my free hand and smiled at me encouragingly. “You’re doing so good, baby girl.”
“It hurrrtssss,” I whined.
