Naughty Immy's Punishment

by Carole Archer

  “Have you done all this just because I apologised to Uncle Mark?” she asked.

  She was surprised when her daddy shook his head. “No, he only got here 20 minutes before you arrived. I’ve been preparing this all day. I finished my work this morning and went into town to collect a few things. You’ve been so good since the unfortunate incident on Monday, I felt you deserved a reward,” he told her, gripping her hand and leading her into the house.

  Once inside the house, Adam scooped Imogen up into his arms and carried her towards the stairs. “Come on, let’s go and have a bath and get you into your pyjamas,” he told her.

  Imogen smiled as he put her on her feet and led her up the stairs before starting to run the bath. She sat on the toilet seat, smiling as she watched him add lots of bubbles to the water. He emptied her bag of toys into the water before undressing her and lifting her into the bath.

  She squealed with delight as she played with her little rubber whale, dipping him under the water and squeezing him, watching as he filled with water which she then fired up the wall, seeing how high she could get it. She grinned when her daddy came back into the bathroom and she pointed it at him. He raised his eyebrows, but his eyes were filled with humour when she inflated the whale once more. Grinning impishly, she pointed it at him.

  “Immy,” he warned, and she giggled loudly, squeezing it and watching with delight when the water arced in the air before soaking the front of his shirt.

  “Oh dear,” he said, approaching the bathtub and unbuttoning his shirt. She grinned as he leaned towards her and she kissed him softly on the lips. She shrieked with glee as her daddy suddenly scooped up a handful of water and dumped it on her head, and without thinking she splashed a load of water towards him, soaking the front of his trousers.

  Imogen chewed her lip anxiously when her daddy stood up. She was prepared to apologise, her heart racing as she worried she’d made him cross, but as he grinned and unfastened his trousers, pulling them down along with his underpants and showing Imogen his impressive erection, she giggled and shuffled along to the end of the bath, making room for him to get in with her.

  Seconds later he was in the bath with her and she awkwardly straddled across him, one of her legs dangling over the edge of the bathtub as she attempted to manoeuvre herself into position. When his hard cock finally penetrated her, she moaned with pleasure.

  “I’ve missed you,” she whispered, kissing him softly, throwing her head back as he pinched her nipples.

  When he thrust into her, a tidal wave of water moved up the bath and soaked her hair.

  “Daddy,” she squealed, giggling as he reluctantly pulled out of her, reached behind him, and pulled the plug out. Whilst the water drained away, Imogen got up onto her hands and knees, turning her back to him, and groaned with pleasure when he thrust into her once more.

  She shrieked with delight as her daddy playfully spanked her wet buttocks whilst thrusting into her hard. When his arm wrapped around her and his fingers dipped into her sex, she thrust back against him, gasping when his finger rubbed her clit firmly.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she cried out, bucking her hips against his fingers. “I love you!” she yelled.

  He grasped both arms around her waist and pulled her close and grunted as his cock spasmed inside her and quickly filled her with his seed.

  She sighed with pleasure when her daddy eased himself out of her, picked up the sponge and started to wash her down, rubbing the sponge between her buttocks and her pussy lips.

  “Daddy,” she whispered, “please can you clean me inside?” she asked, blushing when he turned her to face him.

  “Immy, are you asking Daddy to give you an enema?” he asked, a look of confusion crossing his face.

  Imogen nodded. “Yes please, Daddy,” she answered, her cheeks flushing once more. “I thought you might like bottom sex tonight,” she whispered. “And I thought you might like me to be really clean,” she explained, hiding her face in her hands, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

  She was surprised when her daddy climbed out of the bath, got a big fluffy towel, helped her out, and wrapped her up in it. He carried her to the bedroom and dried her before putting her into her drop seat pyjamas and lifting her onto his lap.

  “Immy, tonight there’ll be no punishment, just fun,” he told her, and she nodded in response.

  “If you would like Daddy to give you an enema, we’ll do it. If not, we won’t,” he told her, holding her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him, her cheeks flushing pink once more.

  She squirmed uncomfortably on his lap. “Daddy,” she whispered, averting her eyes. “It isn’t nice when you do it, but it feels nice after, especially when you make love to my bottom,” she blushed.

  Her daddy nodded understandingly and left the bedroom. Imogen sat on the edge of the bed, clasping her hands together and waiting anxiously.

  When he returned with the large enema bag bulging, her eyes widened.

  “Immy,” he reassured her, taking her hand. “Relax, sweetie. I’m going to make this fun,” he promised her, sitting down on the edge of the bed and showing her that he’d put a small nozzle on this time that would not hurt her.

  Smiling gratefully, she took a deep breath and stood up, eyeing the large enema bag anxiously, trying not to think about the last time it filled her to the point where she thought she might burst. She gasped as he unfastened her pyjamas and took them off, and she shivered when he laid her naked on her side on the big towel he had placed on their bed. As he encouraged her to bend her knees and bring her legs up towards her chest, she clenched her buttocks. Smiling, he pressed a greased finger gently against her anus.

  “Relax,” he whispered, and when his finger gently circled her tight entrance, Imogen slowly started to ease the tension in her body.

  She gasped when the tip of his finger slipped into her bottom, squirming slightly as he rotated his finger gently inside her rectum.

  “Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned, when his finger probed deeper. As he slipped a second finger inside, she could barely believe it could be so pleasurable, and she pushed her bottom out towards him, encouraging him to go deeper.

  “Oh, Daddy, don’t stop,” she gasped, when his fingers slid out. “Please, Daddy,” she begged, waggling her bottom in desperation.

  As the well-greased nozzle was pressed into her rectum, Imogen glanced anxiously towards her daddy and tensed her buttocks.

  “Immy, if you don’t like it, we’ll stop. This is for your pleasure. When you tell me you’ve had enough, that’s it, I promise,” he reassured her. “We can stop now if you want to,” he told her, leaning forward and covering her bottom with soft kisses.

  When he gently eased the nozzle out of her bottom and rolled her onto her tummy, Imogen gasped as he immediately parted her buttocks and his tongue prodded at her anus. She squirmed in delight when he licked all around her bottom hole, the end of his tongue poking into her tight hole, and when the nozzle once more started to slide into her rectum, she welcomed its insertion.

  She tried to prepare herself for the water filling her up and was surprised when her daddy averted her attention by licking her bottom cheeks, nipping them gently with his teeth and spanking her playfully. She giggled with delight, barely able to believe how much fun this was.

  “Be Daddy’s good little girl and roll onto your back,” he told her, and Imogen immediately complied with his request, spreading her legs wide. When he pulled her pussy lips apart and started to lick along her slit, she squirmed and threw her head back in pleasure.

  When his tongue found her clit, she squirmed frantically from side to side, gasping when the soapy water suddenly started to flow into her rectum. She glanced at her daddy and saw that his hand was on the valve which he had just released. She focused on the bag, watching it slowly deflating. As she squirmed on the bed, rapidly approaching orgasm, she noticed that the water was not irritating her insides very much at all and it was going in quite slowly and actually f
elt nice.

  “Oh, Daddy!” she cried out, bucking her hips as she grasped his hair, pushing his face into her pussy and gyrating against him as her orgasm flooded through her, his tongue flicking at her clit and heightening her pleasure as she bucked frantically beneath him, yelling out her pleasure.

  She groaned when he straddled across her, taking one of her small breasts in his mouth and chewing gently on her nipple. His other hand squeezed the nipple of her other breast, as the water continued to flow slowly into her.

  “Daddy,” she gasped, as he moaned with pleasure. “Will you spank me, please?” she asked him, desperate to feel his hands smacking down on her bare butt cheeks. As he helped her onto her hands and knees, she thrust her ass out towards him, sighing with pleasure when he grasped the nozzle in her bottom and thrust it firmly in and out of her a few times.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Daddy!” she squealed, wiggling her bottom at him.

  As he knelt to the side of her and wrapped his arm around her waist, she thrust her bottom out towards his hand. He smacked her right buttock gently, and she begged, “Harder Daddy!”

  She yelped when he landed a hard smack on her bottom, but as his smacks rapidly heated her bottom, she pushed it out to meet each stinging smack. Pulling her closer to him, he landed a rapid volley of smacks to each sit spot that had her squirming against him.

  “Come on, let’s get you to the toilet,” he told her, gently rubbing her sore behind and sliding the nozzle out carefully. Imogen’s eyes widened in surprise as she glanced across at the bag and saw it hanging limply. She looked down at her tummy and although it was swollen, she didn’t feel uncomfortable like she did earlier in the week, and it did not sting.

  “There’s not much soap in it,” he explained, guiding her to the toilet and sitting her down. He kissed her softly on the lips before stepping away from her. “Daddy will just be in the bedroom,” he told her, turning to leave. “Call me when you’re ready.”

  “Daddy, please stay,” she pleaded, reaching out towards him and grasping his hand as he rushed back to her. She smiled when he sat on the edge of the bath and held her hand.

  “Daddy’s here for you,” he smiled, stroking her cheek tenderly as she closed her eyes, blushed, and started to expel the solution from her bowels. She clung tightly to her daddy’s hand and when she was certain she’d finished several minutes later, she looked up at him expectantly.

  “Does my little girl need Daddy to wipe her bottom clean?” he asked, smiling when she nodded and stood up, bending over the edge of the bathtub and squirming as he took his time cleaning her bottom hole thoroughly. She squealed with delight when he slipped a finger into her bottom and thrust it in and out gently.

  When she was clean, he lifted her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, and Imogen clung to him. She was surprised when he put her into her drop seat pyjamas once more and took her downstairs, switching on the TV and sitting her on his lap.

  “Daddy, don’t you want to go to bed?” she asked anxiously, leaning back against him and squirming on his lap.

  “Yes, I do, very much,” he whispered against her neck, running a trail of kisses across her shoulder that made her squirm with pleasure, “but I want to give my little girl all the things she’s been longing for first,” he told her tenderly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

  “You were naughty and you were punished,” he told her, “but now you’re forgiven, and I want to show my little girl that I still love her,” he whispered, his kisses trailing across the back of her neck as he swept her hair forward.

  Imogen smiled brightly, feeling happy and loved, and she grinned wider when he switched on the DVD player and The Little Mermaid filled the screen. For the next hour she lay against her daddy, totally content whilst they watched TV together.

  Finally, he told her it was time for bed, even though her film had not yet finished, and Imogen immediately turned round to face him, kissing him gently on the cheek. There would be no sulking tonight because he’d stopped her movie before the end.

  “I love you, Daddy,” she smiled, clinging to him as he lifted her up and carried her to bed.

  When he sat down on their bed and turned her across his lap, Imogen grinned brightly, giggling with delight when he started to gently smack her bottom.

  “Nice little girls get nice bedtime spankings on their bare bottoms to remind them to be good little girls,” he told her, playfully smacking her bottom.

  “But I don’t think you can feel this, young lady,” he told her, ripping open the drop seat of her pyjamas and landing a slightly harder smack on her bare bottom.

  Imogen squealed with glee as he took a firmer grip on her, his spanks slightly sharper now. Her bottom was very warm and slightly stingy when he eventually stopped spanking her and rested his hand on her buttocks, tenderly caressing them.

  As she squirmed impatiently across his lap, her daddy raised his hand and landed a sharp smack on her left cheek. She squealed and struggled, but immediately settled down when he gently rubbed the bright red hand mark. He landed an equally stinging smack on her right buttock, and she yelped once more, calming immediately as he rubbed the sting away. He continued to heat her bare bottom with his stinging palm, and her whimpers quickly turned to moans of pleasure. She arched her back, raising her bottom to meet his hard smacks, spreading her legs, wanting him to see the evidence of her arousal. On seeing her slick pussy, he landed a firm smack to each sit spot. She threw her head back and groaned in response.

  His next smack landed on her pussy, over her pyjamas, his hand remaining against her, cupping her sex. She purred with pleasure, spreading her legs wider, gyrating against his probing fingers that teased her through the material of her drop seat pyjamas.

  Standing her up, he quickly undressed her and turned her back across his lap. As she spread her legs once more, his fingers probed between her folds and found her wetness.

  “You naughty, dirty little girl,” he playfully scolded, landing a couple of smacks on her bottom.

  She squirmed and begged him to touch her, crying out with pleasure when his finger plunged into her and his thumb rubbed firmly against her clit.

  “You’re soaking wet,” he told her, adding a second finger and using his other hand to land a hard smack on her upturned bottom. “What a naughty little girl you are,” he told her, his mock stern voice arousing her further.

  She gasped and pushed her bottom out towards him, biting down on a cushion as his hands caused an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain that made her breathless with desire. When a third finger was thrust into her and his thumb continued to manipulate her clit and his hand smacked down hard on her bottom, she cried out loud, throwing her head back in pleasure.

  He continued to spank her, gently now, as his fingers thrust into her. When her clit became too sensitive to his rubbing, she lowered her hips, panting breathlessly, and closed her legs. She literally purred when he caressed her stinging buttocks, enjoying some quiet time to come down from her orgasmic high.

  After several long minutes, he patted her bottom gently. “My turn?” he said hopefully.

  Imogen immediately pushed herself up to her knees, kissed him softly, and smiled. “Thank you,” she whispered, before leaning forward and taking out his hard cock.

  She was so turned on and so happy that she put everything she had into giving him the best oral sex she could, making love to his cock with her mouth, moaning with pleasure as she slid her eager mouth up and down his hard shaft that grew when she moved her hand up and down the base, twirling her tongue around the head and sucking desperately.

  After a few minutes, he grasped her hair and thrust into her mouth, and she smiled when he quickly filled her mouth with his seed. She kissed his shrinking cock, licking him clean, before looking up at him.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  He tousled her hair and smiled. “I love you too,” he replied, his eyes twinkling.

  Imogen beamed bri
ghtly, proud that she had been able to give him so much pleasure.

  She was pleased when moments later he lifted her into bed and climbed in beside her.

  His hands immediately went to her nicely stinging bottom, and Imogen gasped as he parted her cheeks roughly and pressed his flaccid cock between them. As he reached his arms around her and groped her breasts, she felt his cock slowly hardening between her buttocks. Pressing her bottom against him, she reached back and parted her cheeks, wiggling her bottom against his cock, which was coming to life once more. It quickly stiffened and started to press insistently at her anus. She squirmed against him in desperation, gasping as his cock started to nudge into her bottom hole.

  Imogen thrust her bottom out towards him, reaching down between her legs and rubbing her clit. “Please!” she cried out. “Oh please,” she whimpered as he gripped her hips and thrust into her, filling her bottom with his now rock hard cock.

  “Oh, Daddy!” she shouted. “I love you so much. Fuck me hard!” she begged.

  Her daddy thrust hard into her bottom, landing a sharp smack on her right cheek before pulling her close to him, his body trembling as he emptied his seed into her tight ass. Imogen sighed with pleasure, grasping his hands and squeezing them as his cock slipped out of her bottom hole and she shuddered.

  “Daddy, we might not have had the best of starts to our week, but we’re going to have the best weekend ever,” she promised him, rolling over to face him and hugging him tightly.

  As she closed her eyes, content and happy in her daddy’s arms, her bottom stinging pleasurably and her bottom hole tender and burning slightly after their lovemaking, she vowed never to act so irresponsibly ever again. Smiling happily, she grinned, thinking of the weekend of fun and games that lay ahead.

  The End

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