Page 29 of Learning Little Lizzie

Her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest as she stripped out of her panties and tights. And not in the fun way, either. Normally before a punishment she was feeling more excited than nervous. But with Samuel Eaton, she often found those two emotions flipped. Perhaps because with Master Derek she’d always known he would respect her wishes when it came to being treated like a Little. She knew, more or less, what a punishment from him would entail.

With Samuel, she had no idea. Would it just be a spanking? Or was he planning to follow through on this promise to wash her mouth out with soap?

She got her answer when she returned to the living room and found a pad of paper, a pen, a bar of soap, and a small wooden paddle all sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

“Don’t you think this is all a bit… much?” she asked, shoving her hands behind her, as if that alone could protect her from her Daddy’s wrath.

“Let’s see.” Holding up one hand, he counted off fingers. “Throwing a tantrum because you didn’t want to follow Daddy’s instructions certainly falls under ‘giving Daddy attitude’. Then there’s the fact you not only used naughty words, you called Daddy a very naughty name in the process. And let’s not forget disobeying Daddy and trying to sneak around with the shoes I explicitly told you not to wear.”

“You already punished me for that last one.”

“Oh, my sweet little girl. That was only to give you something to think about the rest of the afternoon, and hopefully to ensure you would behave yourself until I finished with my classes. But thank you for reminding me to ask if you need to use the bathroom before we begin.”

This was going to be a long, long night. “No.”

“Good. Then the plug can stay in your naughty bottom until you’re ready to ask Daddy to remove it for you.”

Jesus, could this possibly get any more mortifying? The knots in her stomach tightened, and she folded her arms over her chest as if she could protect herself from the humiliation and disappointment. “Whatever.”

The look he sent her way clearly said he was not happy with her answer. “Since your mouth has been the main source of your trouble today, let’s start there. Bring me the soap, please, Eliza.”

She couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do less than pick up that damn soap and hand it to him. But since she wouldn’t put it past him to add something crazy like wearing a diaper or drinking from a bottle to her punishment, she didn’t fight him.

“Thank you,” he said when she handed him the soap. “Go stand beside the kitchen sink, with your hands behind your head.”

As much as she wanted to beg him not to punish her, she had too much pride. So she stomped her way to the kitchen and stood in front of the sink, her fingers linked together behind her head as instructed.

“Good girl. It makes Daddy very happy when you follow instructions.”

Humiliation burned in her cheeks as he lifted her skirt, tucking the ends into the waistband and leaving her bottom exposed to the room. Thank god they were alone. Despite her assertion the day before that she’d been spanked in public too many times to be embarrassed by it, she knew that being punished by Daddy in front of her friends would be more than she could bear. She couldn’t explain why it was so different, it just felt so much worse than a spanking from a random employee or even Master Derek.

Once her skirt was in place, he unwrapped the soap and ran it under the faucet until it was good and slippery. “Open,” he commanded, holding the bar up to her lips.

Even Master Derek had never washed her mouth out. The unknown of it sent a shiver of fear up her spine as the acrid smell of it filled her nose. “Don’t wanna,” she managed to say without opening her mouth enough to give him access.

“The longer I stand here waiting, the longer it will be before you’re allowed to rinse.”

Fuck. Screwing her eyes shut, she forced her lips to part.

And immediately regretted every decision that had led her to this moment. The soap was bitter on her tongue and when she gagged, it burned the back of her throat. Samuel scrubbed the bar over her tongue, until every inch was covered in a slimy film.

Oh thank god, she thought when he pulled the bar away. It’s over.

But it wasn’t over. Samuel set the bar aside, but he did not reach for the glass of water sitting beside it. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gag.

Not just any gag, she realized with growing horror as he held it up to her mouth. A pacifier gag.

Clamping her mouth shut, she shook her head. Getting her mouth washed out was punishment enough. No fucking way was she sucking on a pacifier, too.

“Eliza.” His voice was stern enough to have tears pooling in her eyes. Or perhaps it was the taste of the soap making her cry. “Open your mouth.”

Again she shook her head, though this time she added a silent pleading look his direction.

“Big girls follow Daddy’s instructions. Naughty babies throw tantrums and refuse to do as they’re told. If you’re going to act like a naughty baby, I’ll be forced to treat you like one.”

If she’d been willing to risk opening her mouth, she would have pointed out that forcing her to suck on a pacifier was already treating her like a baby.

When she kept her mouth firmly shut, he sighed. “You have until the count of three to open your mouth, Eliza Jane. After three, I will go get a diaper and you will spend the rest of the night as Daddy’s naughty baby. One.”

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