The Submission of Little Emmie (11 page)

"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.

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.    

Af
ter 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.

Emmie
lay draped over her Papa's legs exhausted and sore. She understood why Papa punished her. Papa had punished her out of love. All he has done was to care for her and see to her needs and she had thrown it in his face. She felt ashamed. She had deserved to be punished. She needed to feel the pain and soreness to help absolve her of her guilt. In the end, when Papa punished her with his cock, she had felt an overwhelming need to take it - to take the pain, to take his cock, to feel the aching fullness of having her pussy jammed with his shaft and her bottom hole stretched by his fingers.

When he was finished he set his very chastened little girl in front of him.

"Tell Papa why you were punished." 

"Because...because I said I wasn't really a little girl," she answered through her tears as she rubbed at her eyes. 

"Do adults get put over a knee and spanked?"

"No."

"Do adults wear diapers and take naps?"

"No."

"Does a grown woman call her husband Papa and go to sleep with her stuffed bunny?"

"No."

"No. That is correct. Who does, Emmie? Who does get their little bottoms punished when they are bad? Who does wear diapers and take naps?

"Me." 

"Me, who?"

"Me, Papa."

He gathered her close and gave her a reassuring hug. "That is correct little one. You do.  You are Papa's little girl and I love you very much. Haven't I taken care of you and showed you how much I love you?"

"Yes, Papa."
Emmie began to cry again because she knew it was true. Although he had punished her, he had shown her great kindness and love.

"Now, now. Your punishment is not quite over. You need to tell Papa in detail how it felt." 
Emmie groaned. She hated this part almost as much as the actual punishment.

"My bottom stung and felt like it was on fire. That was the hardest spanking yet. I don't ever want to make you that angry again."
Emmie could not help but reach back and rub her bottom at the memory.

"Tell Papa about the
figging," he coaxed. Emmie sent him a pleading look, which he ignored and gestured for her to continue.

"I was very scared when you opened my butt cheeks, because I was worried you were going to...were going to beat me there too. When you...when you first put it in me, it felt cool but then it started to burn. I tried not to clench down on it but my muscles wouldn't listen, the more I tried the more I clenched and the more it burned. I thought it was never going to end." 

"Do you think Papa punished you too harshly or do you think you deserved it for being a naughty girl?"

"I deserved it Papa. I'm so sorry I angered you! I will never do it again!" She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him and he patted her back and soothed her as she cried. He was sure before long his little girl would do something to earn another
figging and spanking but for now it was enough that she would try to be good.

"All is forgiven, little one. Today I could not let you find your release because it was a punishment, but Papa will make up for it tonight," he promised.
Emmie felt a tingle of anticipation between her legs.   

Papa carried his worn out
little girl back to the nursery. He ordered Mrs. Pew away and undressed her himself. When she was completely naked, he placed a pillow at the foot of her bed and bade her to kneel on it. 

"My little girl needs another nap to help her recover from her punishment, but first I'm going to give you some warm cream to help you sleep." He undid his trousers and released his hard cock. His thick shaft jutted out from between his legs, bearing down on her. It looked far too large to fit into her tiny mouth and she licked her lips, partly in fear and partly in anticipation. She wanted Papa to use her mouth for his own pleasure. She wanted to show him she was sorry, to show him what a good, obedient girl she could be. So she opened her mouth without having to be told. Papa smiled and stroked her cheek and then used his thumb to push down on her jaw, opening it wider. 

"Good girl. Papa's going to push further into your mouth this time. Open your throat and breathe through your nose." 

Emmie
was frightened at his words, but trusted him. He placed the large mushroom head on her tongue just past her pink lips. 

"Swirl your tongue around the tip of my cock like Papa taught you, baby girl." 

She did as she was told as he slowly pushed his hips forward. Her breathing through her nose became heavier as she struggled to contain his large member. He could feel her lips moving over his shaft as her small tongue darted around the head occasionally, dipping into the slit. His Lordship grasped her head from behind and pushed her further onto his cock and her eyes opened wide in alarm as she felt him slide closer to the back of her throat, cutting off her air. She panicked and uselessly pushed against the top of his thighs.