The Submission of Little Emmie (10 page)

Baby's First Enema

Emmie
awoke to soreness. Her jaw hurt from sucking on the pacifier covered in Papa's cream for most of the night. Her pussy was sore from Papa's training session on the rocking horse and the forceful entry of his cock. Her bottom hurt from the paddling she took in front of his friend, Lord Evers. Worse yet, her tiny bottom hole was sore from Papa stretching it with her hairbrush handle.

She blushed to remember what else Papa did to that hidden
hole later that evening and her reaction to it. As such she was out of sorts. When she saw Mrs. Pew approaching, she tried to sit up but the restraints prevented her.

"Well now, I bet my little charge got a good night's rest after the vigorous exercise she got in Papa's bed last night!" she said as she made short work of the wrist restraints.

"That is none of your business," Emmie snapped as she rubbed her wrists and attempted once again to get out of bed.

"Young Lady, you do not speak to your betters that way! I know how to wash that naughty mouth of yours." 

Nanny marched her over to the water pitcher and basin. After quickly soaping up a bathing cloth, she grabbed Emmie's face by the chin. Her fingers bit into Emmie's jaw until she opened her mouth wide with a yelp. Nanny began to scrub Emmie's tongue and mouth with the soapy cloth.  Emmie's screams were muffled as she tried desperately to pull away from Nanny's surprisingly strong grasp.

Nanny was relentless. She scrubbed every bit of
Emmie's mouth, allowing some of the soapy water to burn as it trickled down her throat. Emmie coughed and sputtered but still Nanny did not stop. Emmie started to cry and gag. The acrid bitter taste in her mouth made her want to vomit. Only when she had stopped fighting did Nanny finally relent in the brutal punishment. Without letting Emmie rinse out her mouth, she grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her over to the bench at the end of her bed. She faced Emmie away from her and pulled a blindfold from her apron pocket and secured it over Emmie's eyes. Nanny then laid an hysterical Emmie over her lap. She pulled a small tawse from her pocket.

"Naughty girls with dirty mouths get them washed out with soap and then get their bottoms roasted for good measure." 

Mrs. Pew’s raised arm came down with vicious accuracy on Emmie's sit-spot. It felt like she stripped off a layer of skin with every smack. Her bottom was soon a hot, throbbing mass of frayed nerves. 

Emmie
began to screech in pain. "No more! No more! You're killing me!" 

"Nonsense. No naughty girl ever died from a good hard spanking," Nanny said as she continued to rain blows down on
Emmie's naked bottom. Soon it burned a deep crimson red. 

Emmie
had no idea what kind of implement could cause such devastating pain. It could be another innocuous, everyday object, What if it was something she used all the time? 

Once Nanny was certain she had learned her lesson, she removed
Emmie's blindfold.  She then placed Emmie on her tummy in her bed. 

"I want you to reach back and pull your cheeks wide open for me." 

Emmie did not hear the command over her own sobs at first. Nanny gave her a stinging smack on her swollen bottom to get her attention. Emmie howled in pain.

"
Emmie, reach your hands back and pull your bottom cheeks open. It is time for me to take your temperature." 

Emmie
did not want to suffer through the indignity and discomfort of having a thermometer pushed up her behind again but she feared another spanking more. With trembling hands she reached back and gingerly grasped her rosy cheeks and pulled them apart the barest amount.

"If you don't pull those cheeks wide, I will get a footman in here to hold them open for you while I whip your little bottom hole," Nanny threatened.
Emmie shrieked in fear and pulled her cheeks as wide as they would go, despite the throbbing pain.  

"Good girls get lubricant and a warmed up thermometer. Bad girls get a dry, cold thermometer. This is the second morning in a row your poor bottom is getting a cold thermometer. You may want to think about that little girl before tomorrow." 

Emmie felt the ice, cold metal tip of the thermometer press against her puckered entrance.  She tried to squeeze it shut but the rigid thermometer was unrelenting and she felt it slide deep into her bottom. The cold glass made her muscles contract in pain. Nanny pulled it all the way out and then pushed it back in deep several times before she was satisfied. It was not as wide as the hairbrush handle but it went in
much
deeper. Having to hold her own cheeks open so that her vulnerable anus could be abused in this manner made the whole process much more mortifying.

"There. You may remove your hands. You will hold this in your reddened bottom for at least ten minutes," Nanny said as she glanced at her silver watch fob. 

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 plan on going. My little girl will never take less than two quarts."