Page 310 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Mmm. I think today is a good day to clean that tummy out, don’t you?”

She hated that he asked. She hated more that wetness flooded her pussy as she visualized what he had in mind.

“We can kill two birds with one stone,” he declared, making her tremble. This was new. What was he going to do?

“I think it’s time for you to have a punishment enema, Riley.”

She sucked in a breath. “Daddy?”

He nodded, having made his decision. “That’s what we’ll do. An enema will clean out anything that might be threatening to bring on a stomach virus. But I’ll use cooler water than usual to make sure it’s a bit uncomfortable. You can think about your poor choices while you hold it.”

She watched as he left the room. She’d brought this on herself. She wasn’t sure how uncomfortable a punishment enema might be, but the usual kind never bothered her much. Not physically anyway.

Five minutes later, he was back. He arranged several things next to her changing table before lowering the side of the crib, and lifting her to carry her over to the table.

As soon as he set her down, he removed her nightgown, leaving her naked. While she was still sitting, he opened a drawer and pulled out a pacifier.

She was relieved he was going to let her have the paci while he filled her bottom. It would help keep her relaxed.

A moment later, she watched in horror as he squirted soap onto his hand and palmed the nipple, rubbing the nasty hand cleaner all over it.

“Daddy?” she asked in a squeaky voice.

“Daddies talk, Panda Bear. I was told yesterday’s antics began when you walked into the back room of the bakery and shouted the F word.”

She bit her lips. Shoot. That was probably true. It had slipped out easily when she’d seen the mess the mixer was creating all over the room. She’d shouted fuck a moment before slipping in the batter and slamming her hip into the counter.

Daddy glanced at her as he held up the pacifier. “What happens to naughty girls who use bad words?”

“They get their mouth washed out with soap,” she murmured.

“Open up.”

She winced as she let him put the yucky nipple in her mouth. She nearly gagged before she got herself under control and then started sucking. The sooner she got all the icky soap taste off her paci, the sooner she would be able to move on from that punishment.

“Lie back, Panda. On your side. Facing the wall.”

She reclined, wishing he would give her at least a shirt, but she knew he wouldn’t. He liked to be able to see her tummy as he filled it with cleanser. Plus, he liked to stroke her nipples to take her mind off the enema.

She doubted he would be inclined to play with her nipples today though. Not during a punishment enema. Or worse. Maybe he would, without giving her release.

There was only one way to find out. She wanted to get this over with. She knew she deserved this kind of discipline and probably more. It had been a while since she’d misbehaved as much as she had yesterday.

Cussing was uncharacteristic of her these days. She’d learned to curb the urge to use her potty mouth after numerous trips to the bathroom to hold a bar of soap in her mouth.

“Good girl. Relax your bottom, Little one.”

She took a deep breath and let it out while Daddy slid the tube into her tight hole and pushed it several inches into her until the thick bulb that would hold it in place pressed her anal muscles excruciatingly wide.

That part wasn’t pleasant, but as soon as it lodged into its intended location, she breathed out a sigh of relief.

“I’m going to start the water flowing now. It’s going to be more than you’ve ever taken before. You will hold it longer without complaint. And it’s not warmed up. If you start cramping, let Daddy know and I’ll slow down the flow.”

Daddy pressed a baby rattle into her hand, wrapping her fingers around it. “Shake this if you need me to adjust the speed.”

She gripped it with all her might, wanting to ensure she didn’t accidentally drop it on the floor.

She whimpered as the flow began. It was cool. Unpleasant. He’d been right. Usually he warmed the water more. This wasn’t going to feel so good.

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