“Get this bottom higher,” he snapped, cracking his hand down on her wet bottom. Chloe squealed with shock; it stung even more when her bottom was wet, and she hesitantly arched her back and pushed her bottom out towards his hand. “That’s better,” he said, smacking her bottom once more. “Make sure you keep it there,” he ordered, picking up the sponge once more and scrubbing her back and the backs of her legs.
Matthew started to scrub at her bottom cheeks and Chloe winced and squirmed as her stinging behind protested to his rough treatment. Gritting her teeth, she tried to stay in position for fear of being spanked once more.
“Chloe, I want you to reach back and hold your bottom cheeks apart,” he told her. Chloe’s cheeks reddened and she hesitated a little too long. As his wet hand smacked down on her upper thigh, Chloe yelped and reached back. “I’m sorry, I’ll do it,” she whimpered, closing her eyes as she grasped her bottom cheeks and slowly parted them. Her blush deepened as she could feel her husband’s eyes on her exposed bottomhole. He had never seen this part of her anatomy and she squirmed in embarrassment. Her humiliation grew as he took the sponge and scrubbed roughly between her parted cheeks, and she squealed as he landed a sharp smack on her bottom when she tried to squirm away.
As he pressed his finger against her exposed anus, it was too much for her and she released her cheeks and sat back on her heels. “No,” she whimpered, looking up at him. As he lifted her out of the bath, she wrapped her arms around him and smiled. She felt certain her humiliation was now over and he was ready to apologise for being so mean. Maybe he might even give her one of her presents to make up for being such a bully. Her smile disappeared as he sat down on the toilet seat, turned her across his lap and landed six firm smacks to each wet bottom cheek. Chloe shrieked with indignation as she kicked her legs and tried to squirm away from his hard hand. She was relieved when he released her, but tears formed in her eyes as he stood her up and gazed at her sternly.
“Go and stand in the corner of our room, nose to the wall, hands on your head and think about your behaviour,” he told her. Chloe stood frozen to the spot.
“Matthew, stop fooling around,” she almost whispered, her cheeks reddening as he raised his eyebrows and shook his head. Gripping her wrist, he led her to the bedroom and pushed her towards the corner.
“Stand there,” he said, landing a smack on her bottom. “And hands on your head unless you want to go across my knee again,” he added. Despite feeling foolish, Chloe immediately lifted her arms and interlinked her hands on top of her head, her elbows out to the sides.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t think you were being serious.”
“Oh I’m being deadly serious, young lady, I’ve had enough of your immature behaviour and it stops now. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” Chloe responded, her cheeks flushing as she realised she had called him “sir”. She had no idea where that had come from, as she shivered in the corner.
“Good girl,” he said, turning her round and wrapping a towel around her. “I like that – Sir. It sounds very respectful. I think you can call me that in future when I punish you,” he told her, kissing her cheek as he dried her with the rough towel.
“Yes sir,” she responded, her eyes locking on his. She smiled as he leaned forward and kissed her lips.
“In future that will be fine,” he said, as he wrapped the towel around her, sat down on the bed, pulled her onto his lap and started to brush out her long dark hair. She looked up into his eyes and frowned, wondering why that form of address was not acceptable today.
“Chloe, when you act like a little girl and I have to punish you like one, at those times you will call me ‘Daddy’,” he told her, as he continued to brush her hair. Chloe gasped and stared at him. “Do you understand?” he asked. Chloe nodded dumbly and he put the brush down and held her face in his hands. “I asked do you understand, Chloe. Daddy expects a response,” he added sternly.
Chloe’s cheeks flushed as she realised what he was asking of her. Opening and closing her mouth then swallowing anxiously as she tried to form the words, Matthew sighed. “Does Daddy need to smack your bare bottom to loosen your tongue?” he asked, and Chloe frantically shook her head. Biting her lip anxiously, she took a deep breath.
“No Daddy,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing scarlet as she lowered her gaze. She felt humiliated to have to call her husband ‘Daddy’, but it seemed to make him happy.
“Good girl,” he smiled, kissing her cheek and removing the towel before spreading it out on the bed. She frowned as he helped her onto the bed and encouraged her to lie on her back. “Good girl,” he told her, stroking her thigh gently. “Daddy’s won’t be long.”
Closing her eyes and fighting back the urge to cry, she flinched as she suddenly felt his hand on her pussy. “Spread your legs wide, little one,” he told her, and Chloe smiled, thinking this might not be so bad after all. A nice orgasm would certainly make up for the pain and shame he had caused her.
Chloe’s expectations were quickly shattered as he started rubbing firmly between her legs and she glanced down to see that he had wetted a bar of soap and was soaping up her pubic area. She gasped as he took a razor blade and warned her to hold still. Gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, she tried to stay as still as she could as the razor blade moved quickly over her mound, shaving away every last trace of hair. When he had finished, he patted her hairless mound gently. Chloe glanced up and saw that he was smiling as he ran his fingers between her lips. Whimpering, she threw her head back and spread her legs wider. “Please,” she begged, as his fingers trailed along her wet slit and rubbed at the hard nub of her clit.
Chloe shrieked in anguish as his fingers moved away and his hand smacked down on her pussy. “No Chloe, only big girls get orgasms. Naughty little girls get punished and they get spankings on their bare bottoms,” he reminded her, gripping her ankles and pushing her legs towards her chest.
“Now be a good girl and hold your legs up so I can finish off here,” he told her, smiling as Chloe reluctantly put her hands behind her knees and pulled her legs towards her chest, her bottomhole once more exposed to her husband. Blushing, she reminded herself that she was exposing her bottomhole to her ‘Daddy’.
Chloe gripped her legs tightly, her eyes squeezed shut, as he soaped between her buttocks and started to shave her there too. Her cheeks flushed in humiliation as he exposed her most intimate area and shaved her clean. Chloe whimpered as he pressed his finger into her bottomhole. She squirmed and almost let go of her legs as his digit probed deeper. She felt immense relief when he finally removed it.
Pressing his arm against the back of her legs, Chloe panicked when he pushed her legs further back towards her, raising her bottom from the bed. As his hand smacked down between her crudely spread buttocks, she shrieked in pain. He landed another smack, right on her bottomhole, and she desperately tried to break free, but he was holding her too tightly. As another smack landed, she begged him, “No Matthew, no more, please”.
Chloe shrieked and tried to kick her legs as he started to swat her buttocks hard, still holding her in her humiliating position. His hand once more smacked down on her bottomhole and she yelled loudly, “No more Matthew, please”. The spanking on her bottom started once more and she suddenly realised what he expected of her.
“I’m sorry Daddy, no more,” she begged, smiling with relief as he immediately stopped spanking and lowered her to the bed.
“Good girl,” he said, patting her shaven mound gently and probing a finger between her buttocks. “Daddy’s good girl,” he whispered, as his finger pressed insistently at her tight anus.
“Come on, little girl,” he said, moving his hand away and pulling her to her feet. “Let’s get your punishment out of the way and then you can go to bed. If you’re a good girl, maybe Santa will come to visit during the night,” he smiled.
Chloe pouted. She was dismayed to find her punishment was not yet over, and she desperately hoped that Mat
thew was wrong and Santa would not be paying her another visit tonight.
Chapter Seven
Matthew helped Chloe up and she blushed as he held a large pair of white cotton panties up to her. They were the most unsightly panties she had ever seen. She preferred to wear sexy underwear for her new husband and her cheeks flushed as he held them out and encouraged her to step into them. As he pulled them up and she felt the material tightly encasing her bottom, she squirmed and pulled a face.
She was about to object to her husband’s bad taste in lingerie, when he held out the pink fleecy pyjamas he had bought her too, which were covered in little fluffy white kittens. She winced at the childish garment, gasping as he turned them round to show her the little drop seat. Shaking her head in embarrassment, she reluctantly stepped into them and allowed him to dress her. She couldn’t believe he was humiliating her in such a way.
“What do you say?” he asked her, holding her hands out to her sides as his eyes wandered over her body approvingly. Chloe shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.
“What?” she asked, bewildered.
He smiled and squeezed her hands encouragingly. “Daddy’s bought you a nice new present, Chloe. Aren’t you going to thank me?” he asked.
Chloe gasped, looking down at the horrible pajamas he had put her into. She looked at his face and realised he was being serious. As his grip on one of her hands tightened, she lowered her eyes. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” he smiled, pulling her onto his lap and hugging her tightly. “I know this is hard for you, but Daddy was really angry with your behaviour this morning. You are going to learn to be a good girl, Chloe. If you don’t, Daddy will have to punish you like a naughty little girl.”
“Yes Daddy,” she whimpered, squirming on his lap. Her eyes widened as his hard cock pressed into her bottom. She gasped as she realised that he was getting turned on, but even more shocking was the undeniable wetness growing between her own legs. She had never felt more humiliated in her whole life, but she was also feeling incredibly turned on.
“Daddy’s bought you an early Christmas present,” he said, reaching behind him and picking something up, before putting a heavy wooden hairbrush into her hand. Chloe looked down at it and smiled. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, lifting the brush as if to start brushing her hair.
“No, Chloe,” he smiled, taking it from her. “This brush is for your naughty little bottom,” he told her, lifting her to her feet and flipping her effortlessly across his lap.
The brush smacked down firmly on the seat of Chloe’s pyjamas and she squirmed. As he continued to smack the brush down on her upturned bottom, Chloe’s wriggling became more frantic and she whimpered as she begged him to stop.
Chloe gasped as she felt him unbuttoning the drop seat in her pajamas, and she tensed as he rested the brush on her panties. She held her breath as he took a firmer grip on her and she howled as he landed twelve firm smacks to the seat of her panties, before he put the brush down and gently rubbed her bottom.
“Stand up,” he said, and Chloe immediately jumped to her feet, hoping that her punishment was over. She was dismayed when he turned her away from him, reached his hands through the open drop seat of her pajamas and tugged her panties down below her already red and stinging bottom cheeks.
As he turned her to face him once more, Chloe’s blush deepened as he pushed a binky into her mouth. “Daddy’s going to paddle your bare bottom,” he told her, “and I want you to be a good girl. You keep that binky in your mouth or I’ll put one in your bottom too.” he added, turning her quickly across his lap.
Chloe’s cheeks were burning as she focused on the threat he had just made, but as the brush smacked down hard on her already sore rear end, Chloe opened her mouth and howled in anguish, the binky falling to the bed.
“Oh dear,” he exclaimed, helping her to her feet and shaking his head in dismay. “Daddy warned you what would happen,” he told her, as he held up a small butt plug that he smeared with lubricant as she watched with wide eyes. Chloe realised with horror where he intended to put it and she shook her head.
“No Daddy, please, I’ll be a good girl!” she promised.
“I’m pleased to hear that,” he said, picking up her binky from the bed and popping it back into her mouth. Feeling ridiculous, she closed her eyes and lowered her head, relieved when he guided her towards the bed. “Bend over and put your hands flat on the bed,” he told her, patting her bottom cheeks as she obeyed. Chloe winced as he used one hand to part her buttocks and she felt the well-lubricated plug pressed against her tight anus.
“Relax,” he whispered, as he pressed firmly on the base of the plug. Chloe bit down on her binky, whimpering as he continued to press against the plug until it finally popped through her resistance and was firmly seated in her bottom.
“Good girl,” he said encouragingly as he helped her up. She watched as he sat down on the bed and picked the hairbrush up once more. Tears filled her eyes as she stepped closer to him, biting down hard on her binky. She wanted to tell him she was sorry, and promise to be good, but she did not dare release her binky for fear of what else he might do to her.
As he guided her once more across his lap, she chewed anxiously on her binky as he started to paddle her bare bottom. The sting was more intense and she whimpered and kicked her legs as he paddled her bottom very firmly, covering every inch of her squirming behind with firm smacks. She bit down on her soother as she sobbed in distress. Her short legs kicked frantically in mid air as he continued to pepper her bottom with stinging smacks. Finally he stopped spanking and rubbed her bottom gently, making Chloe sigh with relief and loosen her jaw that was clamped tightly against the binky.
Chloe was further relieved when he carefully eased the plug from her bottom. It wasn’t very big, but it was humiliating to be plugged both ends and she felt immense relief when he removed it.
“Hold still,” he warned her, and Chloe once more bit down on her binky as he parted her bottom cheeks and she felt something long, thin and hard being pressed into her anus. Chloe yelped and dropped her soother once more as she felt liquid squirted into her bottom. She was further dismayed when Matthew removed the object from her bottom and pushed the plug back in.
Chloe was lifted to her feet once more and she immediately panicked when she saw her binky on the bed. She was about to apologise when Matthew took her hands and spoke. “Chloe, I’ve just given you an enema.” Chloe gasped and reached back to clutch at her bottom. Matthew smiled. “You’ll be OK for fifteen minutes,” he calmly told her. “Now go and stand in that corner and think about why I have had to resort to such humiliating measures with you.” He pointed to the corner.
Chloe nodded and walked slowly to the corner, immediately breaking down in tears as she leaned against the wall and gripped her bottom cheeks. When he did not scold her for rubbing, she started to gently massage her cheeks, sobbing as she felt immensely sorry for herself. Her eyes widened as her fingers brushed against the plug seated firmly in her bottom.
As Chloe’s tears finally stopped, she began to think about how angry her husband must be to punish her in such a humiliating manner. Then she gasped as her stomach cramped and she had an urgent need to go to the toilet. Although she had been aware of liquid inside her, it had not really bothered her and she wondered if Matthew had been bluffing about having given her an enema, but now it was apparent he had done exactly that.
Turning to face him, she gripped her bottom and shuffled as she anxiously chewed her lower lip. “Please, I need to go,” she begged, her cheeks flushing as she looked at him.
She was dismayed when Matthew glanced at his watch and shook his head. “Five more minutes,” he said, pointing to the corner.
Chloe’s eyes widened and she wailed as she stamped her feet and gripped her tummy.
“Chloe, do you need me to spank you during those five minutes, to focus your attention on why you’re being punished?” he asked, walking
towards her.
“No Daddy,” she whimpered, immediately turning back to the corner.
The next five minutes were agony for Chloe. She alternately clutched her tummy and her bottom as she willed herself to hold onto her enema. She stamped her feet and groaned as cramps caused her to double up and lean against the wall for support. She started to sweat and her breathing quickened as she desperately tried to hold on.
When Matthew put his arm around her and led her to the bathroom, she walked slowly, taking tiny steps as she squeezed her butt cheeks together, desperate not to have an accident. She sobbed as he took her hand and encouraged her towards the toilet, turning her round and sitting her down on the seat, before sitting beside her and holding her hand.
Chloe stared up at him as she desperately tried to keep her enema inside. “Aren’t you leaving?” she asked, her cheeks flushing bright red as he smiled and shook his head.
“No, I’ll be staying right here, and when my little girl’s finished on the potty, I’m going to wipe her bottom clean before putting her to bed.” Chloe’s blush deepened and she stamped her feet on the bathroom floor as another cramp caused her to double up.
“Good girl,” Matthew told her, gently rubbing her back. “Just let it all out,” he encouraged her, and Chloe sobbed loudly as she finally lost the battle to hold onto the irritating liquid. She whimpered with humiliation as it took a lot longer for the liquid to leave her bottom than it had to enter it, and the expulsion was much more embarrassing than the insertion, she realised with mounting shame.
When she had finished, she begged Matthew to let her wipe her own bottom, but the threat of another spanking had her reluctantly bending over the edge of the bath. She blushed as she parted her buttocks for him, and her cheeks burned with shame as he thoroughly wiped her bottom clean.
“Come on, it’s bedtime for you, young lady,” he told her, guiding her into their bedroom. She lowered her head in shame as he sat on the bed and encouraged her to bend across his lap. She didn’t fight him this time, she didn’t see the point. It would only end up with her being spanked even harder, she reasoned.
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