by Maggie Ryan
"I warned you, young lady," Anna said calmly as she easily pulled the girl back into position and kept her there with one hand firmly planted against her lower back. "If you want to have your enema only after having your bottom thrashed, so be it." Lucy was promising to be good, to be still, the entire time Anna spanked her. Wanting to make her point, Anna gave the girl two-dozen swats with her tawse before allowing it to come to rest on Lucy's now welted and red bottom.
"Are you going to behave, or shall I call for your Papa?" Anna asked, and almost smiled with the quickness of Lucy's answer.
"I'll behave ... I ... I'll be goo ... good," Lucy hiccupped her answer, knowing she would die if Lucas were to see her in this position, nude, her bottom striped and pointed up and out into the room, an enema bag over her head, the awful nozzle waiting to be inserted into her bottom.
"Move an inch, and I shall send for your Papa," Anna warned, before returning the tawse to her pocket. "Arms folded behind your back, legs wide, if you please," Anna further ordered; Lucy sobbed, but obeyed. She felt the woman's fingers pulling at one of her cheeks, opening her bottom. "Apply the lubricant, Molly," she ordered, and Lucy felt consumed with mortification as her maid's fingers dipped between her cheeks, something cold and slippery being applied to her bottom-hole. "That's enough," Anna instructed and retrieved the nozzle from Molly. Lucy continued to sob, but forced herself to remain still as Anna pressed the lubricated tip of the nozzle against her tightly puckered bottom-hole.
"Relax your bottom, Lady Huntington," Anna said as she began to press the nozzle against the resisting orifice. "Stop all that ridiculous clenching, unless you wish to have Miss Molly hold your bottom open the entire time you take your enema. You will not keep the nozzle out of your bottom but will only earn additional punishment." Lucy attempted to obey, her mind seizing on the fact that the housekeeper had called her by her new name as if to remind her that even titled women living this lifestyle were subject to immensely embarrassing and intrusive punishments.
Anna ignored her sobs as she slowly but firmly pressed the nozzle into the small, virgin hole. Lucy continued to alternate between attempting to obey and attempting to expel the nozzle. When her muscle finally yielded, she screeched at the sharp but brief pain, her embarrassment acute. Anna didn't comfort the girl; she was being punished, and it should not be an easy thing to submit. She made sure she held the nozzle in place a few moments before removing it, to force the girl through another humiliating insertion. Lucy tried to block out what was happening, but her mind refused to allow her to escape.
"Instead of wasting your energy with needless worries about the nozzle not being able to fit into your naughty little bum, Lucy," Anna said, as she slowly inserted the nozzle back into Lucy's bottom, "You should instead spend your energy remembering the rules that your Papa has attempted to teach you." Lucy felt humiliated as the woman lectured her. She kept her eyes tightly clenched as the nozzle was again extracted only to feel it being reinserted for the third time, unaware that Anna had passed the duty to Molly. As it slowly entered her bottom, Lucy finally accepted the fact that she would find the nozzle seated and removed repeatedly until she showed her submission.
"I'm ... I'm sorry. Please ... please ... put my nozzle in my ... my bottom," Lucy whispered as she accepted the punishment. Her words seemed to be what Anna needed. She nodded at Molly who pushed the nozzle into Lucy's bottom until it was deeply seated and allowed to remain dormant, deep within her bowels.
"Cup your hands around your elbows, Lucille," Anna instructed, and helped guide the girl into the desired position. "Keep your legs spread wide so that I might be able to determine if I need to make any adjustments." Lucy flushed but nodded.
"Ye ... yes, Ma'am." Anna made sure the length of tubing was unkinked before reaching up to begin the flow of liquid. Lucy gave a small jerk at the sound of the click as Anna adjusted the clamp. Warm, but not hot, water began to enter Lucy, and she began to cry softly. Anna again ignored her, knowing the girl's tears were not caused by the pain of the enema but from the shame of it. She also knew the little one would soon be doing far more than crying.
She stepped away from the bed and washed her hands at the bowl on Lucy's washstand. Anna took a seat at Lucy's desk and waited for the girl to take the full measure of her punishment enema.
She turned to Molly, who was watching the liquid flow. While she had been the recipient of several enemas, she had never helped administer one.
"You may go, Molly," she said, and watched the girl move towards the door. "Remain in the kitchen until I am done. We shall discuss your forgetfulness in your duties at that time."
"Ye ... yes, Ma'am," Molly said, and knew she would soon receive some type of punishment for inconveniencing both Mrs. Bremmer, as well as interrupting the Lord of the manor.
Lucy tried to lie still and accept the horrid enema as the punishment she knew she had earned. She silently promised to never curse again, never to force her husband to declare she needed her bottom cleansed for her foul mouth. She soon realized that this was not a normal, medicinal enema. Her insides began to burn, and the water continued to flow. She moaned softly and then louder as her first cramp hit.
"Ohhh, please ... it's too much ... it ... it hurts," she said, her eyes opening to see Anna calmly watching her.
"You've barely begun, child," Anna informed her as her eyes moved to the bag. "Your bottom has far more medicine to swallow." Lucy groaned as the soap continued to irritate her bowels. She felt full and was suddenly terrified she would be unable to hold all that solution inside her bottom. She suddenly understood why she had been put down on a rubber sheet. Anna saw the realization in Lucy's eyes and nodded.
"You will take every single drop of your medicine, Lucille," she said firmly. "Even if you do have an accident, I promise you'll wish you had been a good girl and dutifully accepted your due. If I have cause to repeat your lesson, I assure you the burn you are feeling from the soap will be far worse when I add pepper juice to your solution." The threat of additional burning didn't outweigh her fear of having an accident. She would be mortified if unable to hold the enema, and she clamped the muscles of her bottom tight. Her hands moved off her back to clutch at her sides only to hear Mrs. Bremmer order her back into position. She sobbed but forced her hands back, her stomach filling and pressing hard against the mattress with the weight of the water.
"How ... how much ... much more," Lucy gasped after another several minutes. "I ... I feel so ... so full ... I...”
"Hush, child," Anna said, standing to check the bag. She palpated it with her hands, sending a flood of water along the tube. "You have another third to go." Lucy moaned and closed her eyes. Anna watched as Lucy spread her legs even wider and lifted her bottom slightly as if trying to make room for the enema. The bag wasn't the largest in the house; Louisa often took time-and-a-half what Anna had prepared for Lucille. However, this was the first enema the poor girl had received, and Anna knew even its smaller volume would make quite the impression. She stepped to the bed and ran a cool cloth across Lucy's cheek and the back of her neck. Lucy shuddered and moaned.
"Tha ... thank you," she said, and then groaned and squirmed a bit as her stomach clenched. Anna slid her hand under the girl's body and gently massaged the swollen tummy. Lucy felt immense shame but also relief as the woman's fingers seemed to work their magic, allowing the rest of the bag's contents to make their way deep inside Lucy's slender body. Anna watched as the last of the liquid left the tube and then removed her hand. She shut off the valve and stepped from the bed.
"May ... may I ... I ... go to the water ... closet?" Lucy panted, her stomach rebelling at its unwanted contents. Anna smiled and shook her head.
"Goodness, no, Lucy," she said as if amused at the question. "You've only now accepted the entire bag. You'll need to hold it for quite some time so that it might do its job in reminding you that you'd be better off remembering not to use filthy language." Lucy shuddered, her entire body seeming to
contract at the discomfort.
"How ... how ... long?" she whispered, her hands shaking as they clung to her elbows at the small of her back.
"How long what, my dear?" Anna asked as she settled herself back in her chair. Lucy moaned again.
"How ... when may I ... may I...""Expel?" Anna asked, knowing the humiliation of every moment helped to increase the lesson.
"Ye ... yes, when may I ... I expel?" Lucy asked, her need exceeding her embarrassment.
"Expel what?" Anna prompted, not willing to spare the girl an inch of shame. "You must accept what is happening and voice your acceptance, little one." Lucy nodded, exhaustion clear on her face as it tightened with another awful cramp.
"When may I expel my en ... enema, Ma'am?" she said bravely, her teeth biting her bottom lip, her bottom clenched around the tubing protruding from her small bottom-hole.
Anna made a show of looking at the clock on the wall. "You will hold your punishment enema for another fifteen minutes, Lucille," she announced. Lucy shuddered from the top of her head to the tips of her toes but nodded her acceptance.
"Yes, Ma'am," Lucy whispered, and Anna felt respect grow for the young woman who had taken the difficult punishment with only the briefest of spankings and minimum of fuss. When Anna stood again, Lucy had her eyes closed, her breath coming in short pants as she coped with her punishment. She only moaned when she felt Anna's hand on her bottom, drawing its globes apart. “Tell me, Lucille," she asked, "why are you in this position, and what punishment did you require?" Lucy trembled all over but managed to answer.
"I said filthy words and was disrespectful to my family. I ... disobeyed my ... my ... Papa when he warned me not to curse again. I ... I was naughty and earned a ... an enema as pun ... punishment to ... to cleanse me. I'm so sorry ... please ... please may I expel my ... my medicine?" She begged, her body cramping almost constantly. Anna removed the bag from its hook and draped the long coil over her arm. She reached out and gently patted Lucy's hands.
"Come child," Anna said softly, using her free hand to help Lucy roll off the pillow and off the bed as the girl continued to moan, her hands going to cup her swollen stomach. Lucy prayed hard the entire time as she waddled from the room, only stopping when she was positioned over a large pail that must have held the water brought up from the kitchen for her enema. Her face burned as she was bent forward, her bottom cheeks spread so that Mrs. Bremmer could gently ease the nozzle from her bottom. Lucy cried out as she immediately settled onto the pail, her hands around her knees as she bent forward with the shame of it all. Anna ignored her young charge as she rinsed out the enema bag with water from Lucy's pitcher and then used it to fill the bag again. Lucy looked up when the woman was leaving the room, the bag again looking full.
She began to cry as she understood her punishment was not yet done. By the time she was once again over the pillow, all naughtiness had fled from her. She was a very contrite little one, her face red from her shame and streaked with her tears. Anna explained that another enema was necessary, unless she wished to continue to feel her insides burning. Though Lucy understood that this second enema was not meant as punishment, the shame of having to accept it remained. She was placed back on the pail and watched as the bag was shaken to release any leftover water, the nozzle thoroughly washed with soap and water. Lucy had never been more grateful when Anna left the room with the deflated bag and promised herself she would never give her husband cause to repeat the awful, humiliating and painful punishment.
Anna returned to quickly give Lucy a thorough, embarrassing washing and then dried her with a thick towel.
"You did well, Lucille," Anna said as she led the girl from the room. Lucy felt an unexpected rush of pleasure at the words.
"Thank you, Mrs. Bremmer," she said softly, discovering she was truly exhausted. If she had raised her eyes from her feet, she would have seen Lucas standing at the side of the bed. Instead, she only became aware of his presence when he spoke.
"Thank you, Anna. I shall take care of our little one from here," he said softly, his heart pounding at the sight of his bride totally nude for the first time. Lucy's eyes flew to his, her face instantly suffusing with color as her free hand moved in an attempt to cover her nakedness. Anna simply shook her head in amusement.
"Yes, Sir," she said as she released Lucy's hand. "She did well, Sir. Only earned a quick tawsing and I'm sure she has learned the evils of cursing." Lucas nodded, no doubt agreeing that the lesson was not one to fade from his wife's memory soon. Anna left the room, and only when Lucas stepped away from the bed did Lucy see that the covers had been laid back as if to welcome her between them. Her eyes widened as she saw the awful red mat had been moved to lie on top of the sheet though the pillow had been removed. She also saw something white on top of the mat. Understanding flooded through her, and she stepped away.
"No, please ... please don't ... don't dia ... diaper me. Please, Lucas, please," she said, her hand moving from attempting to cover her breast to cover her mouth. Lucas was quickly in front of her, his arms drawing her into his embrace. Lucy remained stiff for only an instant before collapsing into him, her sobs filling the room as she took another step into submission.
"Shhhh, shhhh, Kitten," Lucas said softly, his head resting on top of hers. She continued to sob and didn't struggle as he scooped her into his arms. He walked to the wide window seat and sat, adjusting her on his lap, one arm holding her against his chest, his hand cupping her bottom while the other began to stroke her arm. He allowed her to cry herself out, knowing she was exhausted both physically as well as emotionally. The day had held so much and yet was barely half done. She had awakened a newly betrothed young woman and was now sitting nude on the lap of her new husband, her bottom both paddled and cleansed, a nappy waiting on her bed. He understood her mind was overwhelmed with all these events but also knew he would not hesitate to continue her lessons. Several minutes passed before he felt her begin to calm. He waited until he heard only the occasional sniffle.
"Kitten, you will always be diapered when you nap. The rubber mat is only for today in case you have yet to expel all of your enema," he said, and heard her moan. She squirmed against him, her shame intense at hearing him speak of such an awful, intimate thing. He didn't allow her to hide. "You earned your punishment enema, Lucille, and if you choose to forget you are a lady again and curse, your bottom will hold another. Do you understand me, Kitten?" She buried her face in his chest, but he still felt a small nod. "You are required to answer me, sweetie," he said. "I don't want to have to read your mind or guess at your answer. Tell me, do you understand that punishment enemas will be used regularly if I decide they are needed?"
"Ye ... yes, Sir," she whispered, her bottom clenching and then clenching even tighter when she realized his hand was cupping her naked rear.
"Good girl," he said and brushed a kiss against the top of her head. "You will have your own nursery at Hunter's Ridge," he continued, and her heart pounded. "You will sleep in your own crib and wear a nappy." She shuddered at the thought and memory of seeing her own twin wearing a nappy and knew she should have expected the same. Lucas adjusted her slightly on his lap and forced her chin up so that she was made to meet his eyes. "You will also use your nappy, young lady. If you are naughty and disobey me in this, you, young lady, will wear nothing but a nappy until you learn to obey your Papa. Is that absolutely clear?" Lucy wanted to shut her eyes, but his gaze held hers. She slowly nodded and when she saw his eyebrow quirk up, she remembered his earlier words.
"Ye ... yes, Sir," she managed. Lucas nodded and bent to brush his lips across hers. She instantly felt her body respond, as her nipples puckered tightly, her sex moistening from just the barest touch of his lips against hers. She was unaware of the small moan he heard and the instant thickening of his cock beneath her bottom. Lucas pressed his lips to hers more firmly, demanding entrance as his tongue explored her mouth. Lucy's arm lifted to wrap around his neck, her body straining against him, her bl
ood racing through her body. She moaned again and then whimpered when he released her. Lucas stood, though his legs felt a bit unsteady from his arousal. He knew he had every right to take her immediately, to claim her as his own. However, he wished to make her his in a proper marriage bed, one without a rubber mat and a nappy ready for her use. He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down on the mat. She shuddered again at the chill of the rubber and closed her eyes when she saw him reach for the nappy.
"Lift up your bottom, Kitten," Lucas instructed, and she slowly obeyed. He slipped the nappy beneath her. "Spread your legs for me," he said and watched as her legs shifted slightly apart. He smiled and used his own hands to push them further apart until she was spread beneath him. His breath again caught at the sight of her blond curls, noticing they were damp. He ran a finger down her sex and then slipped the tip just inside her pussy. Lucy moaned, her eyes opening to find him looking directly into her own. "I will also teach you much pleasure, Kitten," he said as his finger moved in and out of her just the tiniest bit. Her breath caught as her heart threatened to beat its way out of her chest. "There is so much for you to learn, my love." She nodded, unable to speak but desperate to ask for him to begin her lesson now. He smiled and removed his finger only to pull the nappy up between her damp thighs. She flushed but said nothing as he secured it with pins. He pulled her to a sitting position in order to draw a small nightgown over her head. Once dressed, he allowed her to lie back and pulled the covers up over her small body. She was trembling, not with cold but with the need for something she wanted to discover.
Lucas bent to kiss her again, though only on her cheek. He ran a finger down her cheek.
"Sleep well, Kitten," he said, his voice husky with his own need. She nodded, turning on her side, her hands tucked under her face as she looked at him. He picked up her doll from the shelf and held it out to her. She blushed but reached out and accepted it. He watched as she tucked the doll into her arms.
