Page 311 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

She sucked harder on the pacifier. The soap taste was almost gone but hard to get rid of entirely.

She squeezed her eyes closed, wincing every time a cramp overtook her tummy.

Daddy watched closely, stopping and restarting the flow from watching her face. She didn’t need the baby rattle. It seemed to take forever to empty the bag, but eventually, it was over. “There.” Daddy declared. “I know your tummy feels fuller than usual, but I want you to embrace the discomfort and think about your naughty choices. When I decide you’re ready, I will let you empty your bowels. If you complain, that time frame will grow. Understood?”

She nodded eagerly and suckled harder.

Daddy rubbed her distended tummy for a long time. “You’re doing so well, Panda. I’m proud of you. A little bit longer.”

She hated how he didn’t give her any specifics on how long. On top of that, he let his fingers stroke the undersides of her breasts without ever touching her where she really needed it.

She eventually embraced the slight pain. Her head had stopped hurting, and she felt clearer and truly sorry for her poor choices.

By the time Daddy carried her to the bathroom to set her on the toilet and removed the plug from her bottom, she was sobbing from the relief, both the physical and the emotional.

He pulled out the pacifier and squatted in front of her, staying right with her while she emptied her bowels.

She shivered and sobbed. “I’m sorry for being naughty, Daddy.”

“I know you are, Little one. All is forgiven.”

“I love you,” she exclaimed through the tears. She was such a mess sitting here on the potty emptying everything from her bladder and her bottom with her nose running and tears streaming down her face.

But part of being Little was letting her Daddy see her at her most vulnerable. He certainly had in the past twenty-four hours.

“I love you too, Panda Bear. So much. And I’m so proud of you. Are you done? Can Daddy clean you up now?”

She nodded. “Could I take a nap now?” Riley asked, feeling exhausted.

“I think that’s exactly what you need.”

“Will you rock me to sleep?”

He kissed her forehead. “Of course, Little one. I’d love to.”

Chapter 8

““This is awful. It usually sparkles when we leave.” Ellie said, horrified when Garrett ushered her through the back door of Little Cakes later that afternoon.

It was obvious that nothing had been done to close the store other than turning off the ovens. Dishes and cupcake tins were stacked at the dishwasher. Even the bins were overflowing with trash. She never left it in this shape.

“This is nothing, naughty girl. Wait until you see the front room. You girls rolled on the floor and smeared this sticky mess all over the place. Your crowns of flowers lost a few petals on the floor when everyone plucked off the stems and leaves. I don’t think you want to leave it like that for Tuesday morning.”

Ellie stared in shock and horror. It would take her all night to get the place cleaned up so she could open tomorrow morning. She never should have stayed in bed all day nursing her hangover and gotten here so late in the afternoon.

Garrett handed her a bucket and cleaning supplies. “I let you moan all day long. Now that you’re feeling better, you need to get this cleaned up, Rainbow.”

She let the weight of the bucket pull her arm down heavy. The task felt overwhelming, and she still wasn’t one hundred percent.

“Daddy…” Her lip started trembling, and she knew she was going to cry. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’ll never drink again.”

He chuckled and pulled her into his arms. “Little girls make mistakes. Then they accept their punishment and hopefully remember that mistake so they don’t make the same one again. Maybe next time you girls will go for margaritas instead of mudslides?” he teased.

“My punishment is to clean this all up by myself?” she asked. Her body shook as tears fell down her cheeks.

“Nope. Your punishment was feeling like doodoo all day while you worried about this mess that needed to be cleaned up. I could have spanked you, put a plug in your bottom, or any of many ways I have to help you learn from bad decisions. It was obvious to me that you were punishing yourself more than I could ever have. This store means everything to you. I think me letting you fret with a headache and an upset tummy was more than enough punishment, don’t you?”

She nodded, but sobbed harder. “I still have to clean it all up though, Daddy,” she wailed.

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