The pain was intense and immediate and she let out a screech of shock. She knew what was punishing her so nastily; it was a thin strap that Zac had found in an adult store. He’d been delighted to find a thin strap that was the perfect size for punishing naughty bottom holes.
“Don’t, please don’t,” she begged, trying desperately to wriggle free. Smack, smack, smack. The small implement landed over and over against her tender bottom hole. “I’ll take the bottle; I’ll take it, please, Daddy.”
Zac stopped and she relaxed, sobbing in pain and relief.
“Not quite yet, baby. I want to make sure this bottom is thoroughly warmed then you can have your bottle,” Zac told her.
She sobbed louder. Adam held open her right bottom cheek, easily keeping her in place with his free hand as Zac smacked the strap down over and over on the inside of her bottom. Then her left side was given the same treatment. When Zac finally stopped it felt as though the inside of her bottom had been set alight. Adam rolled her over so she was resting on his lap, her bottom hanging in the air. She was crying so hard she could barely take the nipple of the bottle into her mouth.
But she sucked the water down, not wanting to risk further punishment. Adam held her close, holding the bottle to her mouth and murmuring to her softly, encouraging her.
When she was finished he pulled the bottle away and hugged her tight. “Good girl.”
Picking her up in his arms, Adam carried her into the large bathroom, lying her face down over the padded bench Zac had made. Her legs were pulled apart, her ankles tied to the legs of the bench. Her arms were tied at the other end.
Marly let out a soft noise of protest as she felt her bottom hole being lubricated.
“No, Daddy Zac,” she complained, knowing what was happening.
“Hush, little one, you know you always get a bottom cleaning out before a check-up. Complain about it and you’ll be getting one each day for the next week.”
Marly closed her mouth at that threat.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Zac crooned. “I’m going to put the end in your bottom now.”
Marly took a deep breath as a hose was popped into her bottom.
“I’m turning the valve now, sugar,” Zac said. He turned the valve and the water started to fill her, entering her bowels, pushing out her stomach. The bench had two holes, one for her head and one for her stomach for just this reason.
“Daddy,” she moaned as the enema began to make her uncomfortable.
“Just a bit more to go, little girl,” Adam said, his hand rubbing her lower back.
“Okay, all done, you did well, sugar,” Zac told her as she whimpered. She was so full she thought she’d burst.
The nozzle was removed and she clenched her bottom, desperately trying not to let any liquid drip out.
“Good girl,” Adam praised her. “Hold it in. Daddy is going to help you.”
“No,” she protested. She knew what that meant. A bottom binky.
“Yep. You’re gonna need the help when you get your morning spanking.”
She began to cry softly as she felt the plug enter her bottom hole, stretching it to the point of near pain. It sat in her bottom, an uncomfortable intruder. The enema rolling around her bowels had her shifting uncomfortably.
“Daddy, please,” she begged for relief. “I gotta go potty,” she cried.
“You take your spanking like a good girl, and then you can hop on the toilet,” Adam told her before his large hand landed on her bottom. Adam showed no mercy, no leniency as he punished her bottom. He moved from the top of her bottom cheeks down over the globes to her thighs then back up again. By the time he was finished tears were pooling on the floor beneath her, her thighs and bottom quivering in pain.
“Okay, little girl.” She felt her hands being released then her ankles before she was pulled up into Zac’s arms and rocked.
“Feeling okay?” He looked down at her in concern and she realized she hadn’t spoken once during that spanking. Normally she begged, pleaded and promised good behavior through every punishment.
She nodded, attempting a smile.
Still frowning slightly, Zac carried her to the toilet. Placing her on her feet, he bent her forward and pulled the plug from her bottom then sat her quickly on the toilet.
Marly whimpered at the pain of her sore bottom coming into contact with the toilet seat, but she felt immediate relief from expelling her bowels.
“Right, you know the rules, sugar,” Zac said. “No moving until I come back.”
Marly nodded. She was allowed to flush, but she wasn’t allowed to move off the toilet until either Adam or Zac gave her permission.
So she sat and expelled and flushed. Impatiently, she waited, swinging her feet back and forth and shifting uncomfortably on the hard seat. It seemed like ages before Zac came back in.
“All finished?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Good girl, lean forward so I can wipe you.”
Blushing a little, she leaned forward and Zac grabbed some toilet paper to wipe her clean. Zac led her back to the bench. This time she lay on her back, her legs split wide apart. Adam stood at her head. He ran his hands over her face and then down her neck before moving to her breasts. Pressing and kneading, he gave her a thorough breast exam, even tweaking her nipples, pinching them lightly.
Zac sat on a stool between her spread legs and pulled her pussy lips apart. Marly whimpered as he ran a finger through her folds, running it over her, thoroughly inspecting every inch of her privates.
Moisture coated her, pleasure running through her, despite the nature of his inspection.
“I think my little girl likes that,” Zac commented. “Is my little girl becoming my big girl?”
“Yes, Zac, please,” she groaned, slipping out of her little girl role.
“Please what?” he asked her.
“Let me come. I need to so bad. I need both of you so much,” she begged.
Zac started tapping her clit. Marly moaned as she closed her eyes, bliss flowing through her. Adam sucked on one nipple, his fingers playing with her other nipple.
“Please, please,” she begged.
“Please what, sugar?” Zac asked as he speared her with two fingers.
“I need to come, please.”
Need overwhelmed her, her thighs quivered as tingles raced up her legs, centering around her clit.
“Come then, baby.” Zac dropped his mouth to her clit, sucking it into his mouth. She came in a rush, her release slamming into her, momentarily stealing her breath. Then it whooshed out of her lungs as she screamed.
Zac stood, undoing his jeans quickly. She turned her head to see Adam doing the same. Adam’s shaft sprung free, thick and erect. Marly opened her mouth, eagerly sucking Adam’s cock as Zac entered her with one forceful thrust.
“Oh God, sugar, you feel so good. I’m not going to last,” Zac groaned, pumping his hips steadily.
“Good,” said Adam. “Because her mouth is like heaven, but damned if I’m going to find satisfaction anywhere but in that lush pussy.”
“Shit, shit, shit,” Zac roared as he stilled, flooding her with his essence. He drew back and then Adam was there, moving slower, his thrusts more deliberate. He dropped his thumb to her clit, rubbing and flicking firmly.
“No, Adam, I can’t,” she groaned.
“Yes, you can, baby,” he assured her. “You’re going to come when I tell you.”
Marly moaned. But he merely increased the pace of his thrusts. She felt the orgasm rise, felt her body heat as pleasure started to infuse her blood.
“Get ready, baby, I’m almost there,” Adam yelled. “Come now!”
The feel of Adam pulsing inside her set her off and she clenched down on him, crying out as she came in a heavy burst of pleasure. Waves of release overwhelming her.
Marly lay back, panting heavily as first Zac then Adam kissed her gently. Zac grabbed some wet wipes and wiped her clean. She blushed as hotly as the first ti
me he’d done just that.
“Okay, on your tummy, baby girl,” Zac told her. “Time to make sure your bottom is all clean.”
“Daddy, please don’t,” she complained, but didn’t fight as Adam helped roll her over. Then her still sore bottom cheeks were grabbed and parted as one lubricated finger entered her, stretching tight muscles as Zac felt around in her bottom hole.
He pushed and prodded while she groaned. “Seems pretty good back here, little girl, but I need to get another finger up here just to be sure.”
Marly whimpered as her asshole burned, his other finger stretching her even further.
“Good girl,” Adam told her, running a hand down her back. “Almost finished.”
“All done,” Zac declared, pulling his fingers free. Marly sighed in relief, relaxing. By this time she was feeling lethargic due to the enema, her spanking and two orgasms. She could also feel the diuretic she knew they’d put in her bottle starting to work.
“Need to go potty, baby?” Adam asked gently.
Marly sighed, wishing she didn’t, but nodded. She couldn’t hold on forever.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Zac put her on the pink potty which was placed in the corner. It took her a while, with both of them in the room. It was never easy for her to use the potty. But in the end the pressure on her bladder won and she peed into the oversized potty the men had had made especially for her.
“Finished?” Adam asked.
She nodded.
“Hmm, I think you should sit there a little longer, little girl’s often think they’re finished when they’re not,” he said.
Marly sighed. Sure enough, five minutes later she was peeing again. She blushed in embarrassment. She peed two more times before Adam picked her up and laid her back on the bench. He wiped her bottom hole, sticking the cloth right up inside her. A new wipe was used on her girly parts then her legs were widened, her feet placed up by her bottom, her knees bent.
Adam crouched between her legs as Zac stood beside her, facing Adam and pulled the lips of her pussy apart so Adam could shine a torch over her folds. Marly closed her eyes, highly embarrassed but knowing better than to protest. The last time she’d protested, her pussy had been spanked before Adam had used a chili gel to inspect her pussy and bottom. It had stung for the rest of the day.
“Relax now. Be a good girl.” Adam replaced his hand with a speculum. It was cold and firm inside her and she groaned when he used it to open her up. Adam kept it inside her a long time, peering inside, using a finger to inspect her.
Then he withdrew the speculum and rolled her. Now for the worst part. She was forced up onto her knees before Zac held her bottom cheeks apart.
“Daddy, please,” she couldn’t help but beg, but Zac shushed her.
“This is for your own good, Marly; we have to make sure our little girl is healthy.”
First her bottom hole was lubricated by Adam’s fingers then another speculum was pushed inside and widened as Marly moaned softly at the pain. Zac’s hand rubbed her lower back as Adam inspected her.
“You were correct, Zac. It seems to be all good back here. Just the way we like our little girl’s bottom to be.”
The speculum was pulled from her bottom and she was rolled onto her back. Adam picked her up, carrying her into their bedroom. Getting placed in her diaper was actually kind of a relief. Exhausted, she was tucked into bed, kisses placed on her forehead, a binky in her mouth and her favorite doll held tightly in her arms.
“I love you, Marly, so much,” Adam told her, running his hand over her cheek.
Zac sat on the other side of the bed and kissed the tip of her nose. “Everything we do is for you, sweetheart. To make you happy and safe. I’m so happy you came into our life.”
“Close your eyes, baby,” Adam crooned. “Happy dreams.”
Epilogue
“Merry Christmas, sugar.” Marly looked up to find a smiling Zac standing in the doorway. She shook herself free of her memories and smiled up at him.
“Merry Christmas,” she replied. He walked over and sat beside her before drawing her into his arms and kissing her full on the lips. When he drew back she was panting, her nipples hard.
“Are you wet?” As usual he didn’t wait for an answer but used his fingers to find the truth, pushing them into her diaper and wriggling his fingers around her bottom as she squirmed.
“Good girl. A nice wet diaper. Let’s get you up. Then we can change you once you’ve said good morning to Adam.”
Zac freed her wrist and pulled her up into his arms. They found Adam in the kitchen. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Adam crooned. “Merry Christmas. I love you.”
“Love you too.” Marly sighed a little, her lower lip protruding.
“Hey, no sulking on Christmas,” Zac said, tapping her chin. “Don’t you want to see what Santa got you?”
“Santa doesn’t come to naughty girls,” Marly said forlornly as her two men looked at each other.
Adam’s hand raised her chin. “Hey, you could never be naughty enough that Santa wouldn’t come.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Really. What sort of Christmas would it be with no presents? Santa’s not that mean.”
“Does that mean no spanking this morning?” she asked hopefully.
Both men laughed.
“Sweetheart, don’t push your luck.”
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