Page 49 of Daddy Devious

“Well, that’s why you have a Daddy, little one. To make you do the things that will keep you healthy, even when you don’t want to.”

Caleb steps out of the bathroom holding the enema bag and hands me the nozzle. “All ready for our little one, sir.”

“Thank you, Caleb.” Since her bottom was already lubricated for the thermometer, I don’t bother adding any more petroleum jelly for the nozzle of the enema bag. It would be more comfortable for her if I did, but my little thief is learning a lesson right now, so her comfort doesn’t particularly concern me.

When the nozzle is firmly inserted in her bottom, I nod to Caleb. “Open the valve, Caleb.”

He does, and Victoria immediately shrieks. “Daddy it’s cold! I don’t like it!”

No doubt it’s very uncomfortable. And it’s about to become more so. “You aren’t meant to enjoy it, little thief. Especially this enema.”

That gets her attention and she blinks up at me, horror filling her eyes. “Wh-what do you mean?”

I lean down until our faces are mere inches apart and I can hear her whimpering little breaths. “This is what we call a punishment enema, Victoria. It’s a special concoction just for Little girls who lie to their Daddies about being sick. The soap will irritate your insides and soon you’ll be begging Daddy to let you use the potty. But you’ll have to hold all of this inside you until Daddy is very, very certain you’ll never even think about lying to him again.”

Tori

Oh, god. What have I done?

Already the cramps are starting, knives of pain in my stomach insisting I use the bathroomnow.

Why did I think I could get away with lying to him, this man who somehow knows all of my secrets? The idea that I could deceive him seems laughable now, but at the time I was so desperate to escape another punishment I didn’t know what else to do.

Look where that got me.

Another wave of pain hits me and I groan. “Daddy, I’m sorry! I’ll never lie again, I swear!”

“That’s very good to hear, little one. But Daddy still has to teach you a lesson or you won’t ever learn to behave like a proper Little girl should.”

More liquid fills me, and my insides cramp again. Between the enema itself and the guilt twisting my stomach into knots,there’s no escaping the pain. Tears stream down my cheeks as I beg for relief. “Daddy I need to… I’m gonna…”

But even with the agony twisting inside me, I can’t force myself to ask for what I really need. It’s too humiliating, and I’m not strong enough, or desperate enough to debase myself that way.

“Not yet, little thief. You’ll need to hold all of that inside you for a little while longer so we can make sure you are good and clean.”

Every second is torture, and my skin is soaked with tears and sweat by the time he finally releases me from my torment. Picking me up from the changing table, Daddy carries me to the toilet and I sob as I empty my bowels. The cramping eases, but doesn’t disappear completely.

I’m a shaking, panting, sweaty mess at the end of it when Daddy grips my chin between his fingers and forces my head back. His eyes are hard and my stomach cramps for an entirely different reason at the resolve I find in that icy blue. “The next time you lie to me, little thief, I will wash out your mouth as well as your bottom with soap. Am I understood?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Caleb will give you another bath and put you down for a nap.”

Fresh tears well in my eyes. “I don’t want Caleb. I want you.”

He frowns, and for a moment I’m certain he’s going to deny my request. But then he sighs and hope beats painfully at my chest. “I suppose you have had a rather difficult morning, haven’t you, little one?”

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he hits a button and a moment later Angelique’s voice fills the bathroom. “I’ve already rescheduled your morning appointments,” she says, amusement in her tone. “You do have a meeting at one with the DuPonts thatyou specifically said was not to be rescheduled, but I can move that as well if needed.”

“No, that won’t be necessary. Thank you, Angelique.” He tucks the phone back into his pocket and raises a brow at me, though I could swear there’s a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Angelique has something of a soft spot for you. Next time we see her, you should thank her for taking such good care of you.”

A soft spot? For me? Did she even know my name before the day she called me to his office?

More questions, all without answers, but I’m too exhausted from my ordeal to even begin asking them. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Caleb, would you mind starting the bath while I get our little one undressed and cleaned up a bit?”

From his spot by the bathroom door, where he has apparently stood as a silent sentry watching over my shameful punishment, Caleb nods. “Of course, Mr. Stone.”

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