by Zoe Blake
Emmie released her butt cheeks. Feeling them close around the thermometer, locking it in place deep inside her bottom was the final affront. She sobbed into her pillow. After the allotted time, Nanny made her once again reach back and pull open her cheeks so the hated thermometer could be removed. It was at that moment, Lord Burkewood entered the room.
"Well, it looks like someone has been a naughty girl,” he said affectionately.
"Oh Papa!"
Emmie flung herself into the safety of his arms, thinking this life was a high price to pay for the pleasure she felt in Papa's arms and bed. She had never had a true father figure in her life and craved his fatherly affection. She wanted his approval and love and she wanted to be a good wife and understood this is what he wanted in a wife. But she was not sure if she could give of herself in this manner. The humiliations, the lack of intimacy, the pain…but when she felt Papa's arms close around her as he murmured affections into her ear...well it was almost worth it. He set her away from him and stroked her hair and cheeks.
"I know this is all pretty confusing for you little one and I am very proud at how well you are doing so far. I need you to continue to be strong and to be my good little girl. Today is going to test you. You are going to have to give over even more control of yourself. You see, Papa loves his sweet baby. I want to love, protect and take care of you. In return, I need your complete obedience no matter what I may ask of you. Just know that all I, or Nanny, do is for your own good. You must trust us." He gave her an affectionate smile and a kiss on the forehead.
"I will try Papa." She smiled through her tears. She truly meant it. She would try. He had shown her more love and compassion than she had felt since her mother passed away. If all he asked in return was to treat her like his cherished little girl, she would try to obey. After all, there were aspects she really enjoyed - the complete lack of responsibility, not having to wear constricting clothes, having her hair down and loose, and if she were completely honest with herself, the time spent in Papa’s bed.
"That's my good girl. Now let's get a nice warm bottle of milk in that tummy." He lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the plush chair in front of the cheery fire. He settled her on his lap and lifted the bottle that had been placed on a nearby table to her lips. Emmie took the bottle's nipple into her mouth and sucked eagerly. This time Papa continued to hold the bottle for her. Naughty girls did not get pleasured during their bottle feedings. She regretted her earlier actions even more. She was coming to love the closeness she felt with Papa during these feedings.
As Lord Burkewood watched his baby girl dutifully drink her bottle, he felt a warm sense of contentment. He could tell she was beginning to accept her new life. But he knew this day was going to be hard for her. He was going to begin her anal training.
They would start with an enema. Nothing was more humbling for a little one than to have to offer her bottom hole up for whatever her Papa required, be it pleasure or punishment. It would represent a true turning point for her and he was certain no matter how much she resisted she would acquiesce before too long. He smiled as she squirmed to find a more comfortable position for her sore bottom on his lap. The poor thing had no idea what he had planned for her.
Once she was finished with her bottle, he brought her into the changing room, where Nanny was bustling around getting things prepared. He led her over to the low table with the rubber mat on it.
"Arms up." He drew her nightgown up and over her head. Despite the room being warmed by the small fireplace in the corner, Emmie felt her nipples harden. She still was not used to being completely naked in front of either Papa or Nanny, let alone both of them at the same time. Papa lifted her by her arms and placed her on her knees on the low table. He placed his large warm hand on her shoulder blades, forcing her head down.
"Papa?"
"Hush, baby girl." He did not offer any explanation as he pulled her wrists out in front and secured them in padded leather cuffs. She was now completely bent in two with her knees tucked up to her chest and her bum in the air. Papa sat on a small stool placed to the side of the table by her head. He stroked her hair the way she liked. She could see Nanny approach with a large liquid-filled bag that had a long hose protruding from the base. Nanny secured the bag to the brass hook on the wall. Emmie raised questioning eyes to Papa. He continued to stroke her hair as he told her what was about to happen.
"Nanny is going to give my sweet baby girl her first enema today," he said in a soothing tone.
"Nooooo...," Emmie whined as she wiggled her bottom and tried to pull at her restrained hands.
"Hush baby. Papa needs his little one's bottom all cleaned out regularly. You came so beautifully last night when Papa played with your bottom that I just cannot wait till you can take my cock deep inside that same tight little hole. Nanny is going to wash out your insides with some nice warm, soapy water. I'm going to be here the whole time."
He thought he was being reassuring but his presence only made it worse. How would she survive the mortification of receiving such a private thing like an enema with him here?
"But..," she started to plead.
He placed a finger over her mouth and gave her a stern warning look and Emmie knew any further pleading would be useless and only earn her a punishment. She heard the lid of jar opening and then jumped at the contact of Nanny's hands parting her cheeks. She felt Nanny's finger circling her puckered entrance, could feel the cool slide of lubricant as it covered her rectum. Papa's eyes met Nanny's and he gave a small nod. He covered Emmie's hands with his own.
"Nanny is now going to insert her finger into your bottom. She needs to coat it with lubricant so the enema nozzle will slide in more easily. Since this is your first time, she will be liberal with the lubricant, but in the future I will want you to feel it more keenly without the benefit of lubricant."
Despite Emmie's best efforts to clench her bottom hole tight, Nanny's finger pushed in. She swirled it around, careful to coat Emmie's entire rear passage.
"Now, Nanny will push the long nozzle into your bottom. It will feel large and uncomfortable but you must bear down and learn to take it."
Emmie sent her Papa a pleading look as Nanny parted her cheeks and she felt the hard surface of the nozzle.
"Papa, please don't do this," Emmie whispered in a small child-like voice. His only response was to squeeze her clasped hands as he nodded to Nanny. Emmie let out a sob as her bottom hole was stretched wide to accommodate the mouth of the nozzle. Her muscles cramped as the hard, long length of the nozzle was pushed deep inside her rectum. Nanny then attached the tube connected to the enema bag and waited for his Lordship's nod.
"You are going to hear a click and then you will feel warm water rushing deep into your bowels,” Lord Burkewood explained. “The soapy mixture will help clean my little one out."
Emmie squeezed her eyes, her every nerve strung as she waited for the dreaded click. Papa deliberately waited to give the command. He wanted her to be hyper-aware the moment she felt the soapy mixture enter her body. It would be a moment of ultimate submission. After several minutes, he gave the nod to Nanny.
Emmie's whole body jerked when she heard the click. For a moment there was nothing, then she felt the not totally unpleasant sensation of warm water entering her. It quickly turned from bearable to extremely uncomfortable. It felt like the water was coming too quickly, as if her body were struggling to contain it. The pressure and discomfort began to build. Emmie squirmed.
"Your tummy is going to cramp as the water fills your bowels. This means it is working. It is going to be very painful so I want you to be my strong little girl as you brave it."
He started to stroke her hair again. Emmie's gaze was held by Papa's the moment the first cramp hit. She groaned in misery as she buried her head between her arms. She started to shift her bottom from side to side to escape the pain.
"That is one quart your Lordship."
"Two quarts, Mrs. Pew. We must start as we
"Very good, your Lordship." Nanny pushed on the nozzle, making sure it was still securely up Emmie's bottom. Emmie let out a plaintive wail. Papa rose to stand by her side. Reaching under her, he started to massage her distended stomach.
"Oh, don't...you're making it worse," Emmie pleaded, but Papa ignored her and continued with the harsh massage which only served to send more searing cramps through Emmie's tortured body. When a full two quarts of warm, soapy water were deep inside of her, Nanny disconnected the hose from the bag, leaving the hose dangling obscenely from Emmie's exposed bottom.
"You will now hold it in for a good half hour so the soapy water can do its job," Nanny announced, checking her silver watch fob as she nodded to His Lordship. She then left the room.
Emmie moaned as yet another cramp hit and Papa moved to stand behind her, parting her blushing globes. He marveled at how stretched her little bottom hole looked as it strained around the nozzle. The sight was made all the more beautiful when he took in her freshly spanked crimson cheeks. He lightly traced his finger around the rim. It would take a great deal of training before she would be able to accept his cock deep into her ass.
Emmie was in agony. The cramps were unrelenting. She felt like her bottom hole had been stretched to the tearing point. She could not imagine what she looked like to Papa from his view and was filled with shame. The hot tears began to flow freely down her face.
It felt like an eternity before Mrs. Pew finally returned to remove the nozzle and help Emmie into the water closet. She was thankfully given some privacy while her body expelled the contents of the enema.
Once finished, Emmie shyly emerged from the water closet, walking gingerly. Her cheeks were flaming with the knowledge both Papa and Nanny knew what had occurred in there. Papa smiled and took her by the hand, leading her back to the low table. Emmie tried to pull back but Papa was insistent. Once again she found herself on her knees restrained with Nanny pulling her butt cheeks apart.
"Now we have to rinse all that soapy water out of your bowels," Papa said calmly as she felt the lubricated nozzle push it's way past her now weakened sphincter. Emmie buried her head between her outstretched arms and cried. When she emerged from the water closet the second time, Nanny had run a soothing bath, which Emmie stepped into its welcoming warmth without complaint.
Papa left to let Nanny wash her but not before he placed a kiss on the top of Emmie’s head. “See you at your training session, baby girl,” he said. “Be good for Nanny!” Then he was gone.
Emmie's began to cry anew, whether it was from fear of the training session or loss of his presence she could not say.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Harsh Anal Punishment
Emmie earned a few more swats onto her already abused bottom when she fussed about getting onto the changing table so she could be diapered. Nothing made her feel more like a little girl than being forced to wear a diaper for a few hours each day. Of course, Nanny won out as she always did. Once Emmie was diapered and dressed in a light gray dress with a crisp white pinafore and a large pink bow in her hair, her lessons began.
"Today you are going to write and recite a composition," Nanny instructed. "I want you to write down in detail everything you learned in Papa's bed last night."
Emmie gasped and shook her head in disbelief. She could not possibly relate all the embarrassing things he did, let alone her shameful responses.
"Emmie, this lesson was specifically requested by your Papa," Nanny said, placing a pencil and paper in front of her. Two hours and several smacks from Nanny’s wicked looking ruler on her palms later, she was finally done.
"Stand and recite please."
Emmie desperately wanted to protest but thought better of it. She took a deep breath and rose to begin, her voice quavering as she read the written account of her night with Papa.
"...he then bade me not to swallow his cream as he placed the pacifier in my mouth." With flaming cheeks, she finished her recitation.
"Excellent,” Mrs. Pew said. “Now write it in French."
When Emmie’s lessons were finished, she ate a simple lunch at her small pink table set. Seated across from her was the stuffed bunny Papa had given her. After lunch, Nanny stripped her to her drawers and put her down topless for her afternoon nap.
"I expect you to use your nappy before your nap is finished, young lady," said Nanny as she tucked her in. Emmie knew she would comply. It filled her with shame but she was learning her life was easier if she just obeyed her betters like a good little girl. She snuggled with Bunny and fell fast asleep.
After naptime, she was brought to Lord Burkewood’s study. He was once again seated at his desk. After he beckoned she approached and handed him the report card Nanny had drawn up.
"I see Nanny had to discipline you before you would put on your diaper."
"Yes, Papa." Emmie stared down at her feet as she shuffled them from side to side.
"Emmie, look at Papa when I speak to you. Why did Nanny have to discipline you?"
"Because I don't like wearing a diaper. It's not fair. I'm not truly a little girl," Emmie said with a pout.
"What did you just say?" Papa's voice had gotten low and ominous. Emmie did not want to repeat what she just said. He waited.
"I'm not truly a little girl,” she finally repeated in a very small voice.
Papa shot out of his chair and rapidly moved around to the front of the desk. He grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her over to the chair by the fire. She was over his lap with her dress up and her drawers down before she could even blink. The first blow to her bare backside struck with such vehemence that Emmie was truly frightened. She screeched in pain as she kicked her legs, desperately trying to escape, but he held both of her wrists behind her back with his large hand, immobilizing her why he continued to lay a blistering volley of hits onto her ass and upper thighs. Emmie screamed herself hoarse as the beating continued. Her reddened globes bounced with each strike as they slowly turned bruised and purple from the severity of the punishment. The entire time, Papa was silent and determined. His little one was going to learn a lesson she would never forget. Never again would she question her status as a little girl in his household.
Finally he stood and placed her on her knees with her head pressed into the chair seat cushion. Emmie was choking on her uncontrollable sobs. Papa left the room and returned a few minutes later with a silver tray he placed on the table by the sofa. Emmie had only marginally calmed down.
Papa reached under her arms and brought her to her feet and half led, half dragged her over to the sofa. Sitting down, he had her straddle his lap facing outward. He placed his feet on an ottoman and pushed her head down to his knees. Emmie was effectively sprawled over his legs with her head over his calves and her crimson bottom raised up over his lap. She was still crying from fear and pain as he placed a small square bathing cloth on his lap, under her bottom. As he pried open her butt cheeks, exposing her small puckered hole, he spoke for the first time since the punishment had begun.
"I do this because I love you, Emmie. You need to learn your place as my little girl."
Emmie felt something cold and wet, slightly larger than Papa's thumb, being forced passed her sphincter deep into her bottom. Her hidden passage was still sore from this morning's enema and at first the cool object brought relief with only a little discomfort. But very quickly she felt a growing heat and started to twitch in pain as tiny stings and pricks were felt deep inside her rectum. Squeezing her bottom hole in an effort to avoid the pain only seemed to make it worse as the object seemed to get hotter by the second. There was now an intense burning sensation.
"Papa! Papa! Please! It burns! Take it out! Please! It burns!"
Emmie reached back to try to dislodge whatever it was in her ass, but Papa grabbed her by the wrists, restraining her. Her bottom wriggled and bounced on his lap, but she could not avoid the stinging pain. The spanking forgotten, all her pain was now focused on the burning and stinging inside her bowels. Spittle fell from her mouth, opened now in a silent scream. She tried not to clench but the more it hurt the more her muscles gripped whatever it was in her bottom, causing an even more intense burn.
"I have a nice big piece of ginger root tucked deep into your bottom,” Papa finally explained. “It is called figging and is the perfect punishment for little girls who disrespect their Papas. The more your tiny rectum clenches, the worse the burning will get."
Lord Burkewood stared down at her abused bottom as he spoke. The view was entrancing and he stared as her flaming buttocks bounced to and fro as her little bottom hole, forced open by the ginger root, turned an angry red from the irritating juice.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Take it out! I'll be your little girl!" Emmie bawled, her body tense with pain.
Papa left the root in for a few more minutes until he was certain his point was made. As he slowly removed the ginger root from her ass, Emmie wept in relief. It still burned, but not as intensely.
Before Lord Burkewood offered relief to her abused bottom hole, he pushed his middle finger deep into her pussy. It emerged covered in her own cream. He smiled. His little one was aroused! The harshest punishment he had subjected her to yet, and her body was aroused. My, my! She really was a treasure!
Emmie lay prone over his knees. He had released her arms, which were now tucked under her head as she quietly wept. She stiffened as he parted her cheeks. Her red-rimmed anus gaped open. He reached onto a nearby tray for the bathing cloth soaked in cucumber water, which he used to gently cleanse away all remnants of the ginger. He then inserted his finger, dipped into a cool ointment, deep into her tiny hole. Emmie moaned but no other protest was heard. Despite the muscles now lax from the ginger juice abuse, she was still incredibly tight. He reached between them to release his cock from the restraint of his trousers. Grabbing his shaft he guided the head to her cunny entrance. Since this was a punishment he was unconcerned with her pleasure. Naughty girls who talked back to their Papas and denied their true nature did not get a release. He thrust in deeply straight to the hilt and her sharp intake of breath and low plaintive wail told him her body was still struggling to receive him. He held her by the hips, pulled all but the tip out and brutally thrust back in, forcing her body to accept his cock. Emmie's hands clenched his knees as he pounded into her from behind. Not able to resist her still open hole, he pushed his right thumb deep into her sore bottom and she whelped in response and arched her back from the pain. The movement caused her hips to tilt, making her already tight passage like a vise. Emmie groaned in agony. He came instantly, flooding her cunny with his hot seed.
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