Kristina panted through her tears as he began his rampage against her tender cheeks. The ten spanks fell fast, furious and impeccably aimed so that she would feel this spanking for the next day or two when she sat. Never before had she felt so much pain; she was certain she would die.
Then it was over.
Without a sound, Bryon lifted her and nestled her into a sitting position on his lap. His arms surrounded her like bands of iron and he hummed quietly, rocking her gently as she wept. He started to whisper words of comfort into her ear, kissing her wet face and neck, rubbing her arms with the same hand that had delivered so much hurt.
Kristina slumped in his hold as the pain gave way to something else. Something clean and fulfilling. It paved the journey to forgiveness and, with that, unconditional love. Despite her tears and the searing ache to her back end, Kristina felt safe and content for the first time in her life. She reached up to kiss him deeply.
Bryon knew that he had found her at last; his very own little girl.
* * *
“Cass? Come sit with me,” Rob ordered, patting the place next to him on the couch. Cassie obeyed, still not saying much to him. “Are you upset with me?”
“No.”
“You’re lying.” He turned off the TV and leaned against the back of the couch, studying her expression. She had that cross look plastered across her face, the one that she had perfected over the years. Normally, it bothered him, but today she looked cute. “Talk to me.”
“No.”
“Now you’re just being stubborn. Are you mad at Bryon?”
“He said I won’t be allowed to stay home by myself anymore or do anything I like to do, like cook. It’s not fair.”
“It’s for your own good, honey doll. You’re slipping back into that ugly little pre-spanking attitude and we don’t like it. Do you know why this is happening?”
“No.”
“Cass, I’m trying to be patient. You know that isn’t one of my strongest suits, so help me out here. Are you feeling neglected or left out?”
“No.”
“Alright, enough of the ‘tude. Answer me and answer correctly, or I will show you what a sore backside really feels like. What the hell is going on with you? You’ve been smarting off, defiant, rude, and temperamental. You deny feeling sick or PMSing. Talk to me.”
“Will you accept an ‘I don’t know’ as an answer?” Cassie asked seriously.
“Yes, if that’s the truth. Just know we are here for you to talk to when you figure it out. We all want you to be happy.”
“I want you to be happy too, but what if you get tired of me being, well, me? Bryon’s already looking for someone else to play with.”
“I get it, you’re jealous. Do you think he’s looking because he’s tired of having you as his little girl?”
“Yes. You will too. Just watch.”
“I really should just paddle you until you come around. It’s BS, my love. He wants what you and I have and he deserves it. A little girl who he can also love as an adult. You do know how much I love you, right?”
“Yes, Robby. I love you too.”
“I know you do. Just the fact you put up with my bullshit tells me that.”
“I’d be ok if Bryon wanted to have sex with me if that helped.”
“He wants to, believe me. It won’t change the fact that he wants his own little girl, though.”
“I don’t want him to love her more than me.”
“That’s not going to happen, hon. Come here, you little imp, and give Robby some sugar.”
“Are we allowed to kiss? Daddy says I can’t do any big girl things anymore.”
“When Daddy isn’t home and it’s just us, there are times I want to have my big girl in my arms. If you want to play with Bryon and try some things, go ahead. I don’t want you to feel you don’t have any choices.”
“Can I try you and Bryon at the same time?” Cassie asked timidly, her curiosity raised.
“We would love that. Absolutely. Maybe for your birthday present. Now, how about if you and I go take a bubble bath and then play a little.”
“Are you going to make me take a special shower?” Cassie asked cautiously.
“If I told you ‘yes’, would you refuse me?”
Cassie stared at the floor, shaking her head. Rob pulled her to her feet and led her upstairs to their bedroom.
“Go into the bathroom and kneel over the edge of the tub, Cassie.” Rob ordered, producing the dreaded enema bag. Suppressing a moan, Cassie obeyed, kneeling on the wide step stool that Rob had made for her to help her get in and out of the high backed, old-fashioned bath. She was still in her pajamas and could feel the cool porcelain of the tub through the material.
Rob prepared the bag and hung it on the hook next to the tub. He kissed the back of her neck before slowly pulling the Tweetie pants away, exposing her perfect, heart shaped bottom. Her top also found its way to the floor leaving her completely naked as she bent over the tub’s smooth edge. Rob’s lips traveled down her back and over both cheeks, and to the backs of her thighs, nipping her gently with his teeth every now and then.
“We’re going to have a special night, baby. A very special night. How’s this feel?” he whispered into her ear, slowly pressing a lubed finger against her tight rosebud and slipping it in to the first knuckle. Cassie moaned, feeling a sudden flood of juices pour from her pussy.
“Oh, Rob….”
“More, huh? We will, I promise. Let’s make you comfortable. Spread your thighs some more and lean over the tub… there you go.” He urged, bringing her bottom high into the air, exposing her glistening womanhood and equally wanting, bottom hole.
“This will be mine tonight,” Rob announced, gently inserting the tube into her tight sphincter.
She held her breath, feeling him pump the inflation bulb to the maximum. “It’s so tight!” she gulped, divided between the intimate pleasure and embarrassing sense of fullness.
“Relax, I’ll go very slow tonight. I want you to hold this for a while.”
With that, he began to unhurriedly empty the bag. Cassie squirmed, the hot water and Castile soap immediately cramping her tummy. Rob ran the tub, with extra bubbles, and then returned to stroking the inside of Cassie’s thighs.
“How does it feel?’
“I hate this. It doesn’t really hurt, it’s just so embarrassing. I’ll never get used to it.”
“You trust me, right?” Rob asked, kissing her cheek and reaching to massage her stomach.
“It’s not about trusting you, it’s about having some dignity.”
“You have no secrets from me. I will know every inch of you, inside and out.” Rob announced, deeply and slowly inserting his finger gently into her damp, unoccupied opening, smiling as her muscles clutched him.
“Please, let me up. It’s getting to be too much.” Cassie begged, sweat starting to form on her forehead.
“When the tub is full. It will be too hot to get into right away, but should be perfect when you are all clean and sweet.”
“Rob! Please! I’m getting nauseous.”
“Very well. Take my hand.”
“You’re going to give me some privacy, aren’t you?” Cassie grimaced, standing carefully and walking to the ‘water closet’.
“Why? You have nothing to hide from me.”
“It’s so humiliating!”
“Yes, but it also proves that I would never laugh or make fun of you. Ready?” he asked, reaching between her legs and gently removing the deflated plug. Cassie groaned, unable to hold back the rushing flood released from her body. She broke into another sweat as the liquid was expelled in sporadic torrents, no longer caring if Rob stood nearby watching her.
As he reached to turn off the water to the tub, Cassie cleaned herself off and tried to stand. Only to sit again for another outpour. “How much did you put in me?” she whimpered, seeing Rob smile.
“Enough. The soap does a good job, doesn’t it?”
“Don’t watch me.” She turned her face from him.
Rob put his hands on his hips. “If I really wanted to embarrass you, I would insist on being the one to clean you up. Would you want that?”
“NO!”
“Then stop whining. You’ll appreciate this later, I promise. I’m going to get some wine. Would you like any?”
“Just water, please.” Cassie grimaced as a third cycle occurred. She glistened with a fine layer of sweat when she was finally able to stand without the need to eliminate. She was leaning with her forehead against the cool wall when Rob returned with their drinks.
“Here, feel better?”
“Yes. Is the bath ready?” Cassie asked, spent from her ordeal and looking hungrily at the bubbles. Rob nodded, helping her in. He stripped down; his large, sculpted frame looming magnificently over the tub.
“You’re beautiful,” Cassie whispered, allowing her eyes to travel the length of his body.
Rob smiled, easing into the tub behind her. “Thank you. I aim to please. In many ways… Lean back, my love,” Rob said, pulling her back into his chest. Already, his cock started to grow as it made contact with her naked buttocks.
Little devil, can’t wait, can you?
Rob thought as he reached around to caress her firm small breasts, washing her thoroughly and enjoying the feel of the slippery soap against her velvety skin. He sighed, loving how tiny, vulnerable, and soft she felt under his wide, powerful and work-callused hands.
Cassie gently ran her nails along the inside of his spread thighs, closing her eyes as she rested the back of her head under his chin, reveling in his ministrations. His hands missed nothing and his fingers went everywhere. His chest hair tickled her back and she wiggled against him.
“What are you doing, little Miss?”
“That tickles.” Cassie turned to face him, pulling herself onto his lap and straddling his hips. His cock pressed against her belly as she joined her mouth to his. She pulled back to reach for his rigid pole, but was stopped.
“Not yet. Turn back around and get on your hands and knees.”
Cassie grinned, obeying as she braced herself in the large tub, holding her chin up to prevent her nose from going under the water. Rob pulled her closer to him until her bottom was close to his face, and he scrunched into the water to allow himself easy access to her most private, and his favorite, area.
Cassie purred as she felt his lips graze the soft flesh of her bottom, his fingers gently petting and flicking her swelling labia and clit. His tongue traced her curves, finally landing on the tiny puckered rosebud. She groaned, once again immersed in the pleasure his mouth could bring as he kissed and licked her most private entry, using his tongue like a miniature penis. His thick finger followed, gently plunging deep inside that tiny opening. She wanted more.
Rob reached over the side of the tub where he had placed the ‘toys’. He chose one a little thicker than his finger and, spreading her bottom wide, carefully pressed it to her. Cassie relaxed and felt the plug enter easily, seating itself within her.
“Let’s move one up,” Rob suggested, pulling the first plug from her and picking up the next one. He used his fingers to stretch her rim and relax the tightness before working the next bulb into her. His fingers played with her clit, helping her open up for the long, pink intruder.
“How’s that?” he asked, pulling her back to lean against him.
“Nice. And so naughty,” came the giggling response. His fingers continued to play with her pussy as he held her.
“Wanna try another one?” he asked. Cassie nodded, kneeling once again in front of him. This time Rob produced a smooth, glass dildo that was about the size of a regular penis. He lubed it generously and then rubbed it against the eager entry.
Cassie gasped as the hard, cool, thick rod slid inside of her, feeling like an oversized rectal thermometer. Slowly, she started pumping her bottom back and forth, her body starting to tremble with an upcoming climax.
“Does this make you want to come, Cassie-girl?”
“Oh yes… it’s wonderful! I…OOOOOOO!” she squealed, suddenly convulsing uncontrollably as she came, clutching the rod tightly to hold it in as deep as possible. She panted, trying to catch her breath, but her body continued with delightful little tremors for several minutes. Rob was thrilled!
“You really enjoyed that!” he exclaimed.
“I wanted even more. Please, can we…..” Cassie begged, holding his throbbing manhood in her tiny hand. Rob quickly exited the tub and dried off, then pulled Cassie out, drying her with his soft towel, kissing her body as he did so.
“Onto the bed, my girl. I want to taste you first.”
Rob’s mouth had a mind of its own and he dove into her pussy like a parched man who discovered a desert oasis. He loved how she tasted, how she smelled, how she looked and how her silky flesh felt against his lips and tongue. She was clean shaven for him and every tiny beautiful inch of her was laid out for his view.
“Rob, I’m going to come again. Please, fill me.”
“Say it, baby. I want to hear you tell me what you want. Don’t be shy.” Rob said, flipping her over and positioning himself behind her as he continued to finger her.
“I want you to put your cock in me. In my bottom. Please.” Cassie forced out, leaning forward, backside high in the air. She reminded Rob of a cat in heat.
Very gently, aware of his size and length, Rob penetrated her virgin bottom hole. She groaned, taking him in slowly and finally swallowed him to the hilt. Rob stroked her hips, giving her a moment to adjust to his presence inside of her.
“Play with yourself, Cassie. While I make love to your bottom, play with yourself.”
Shyly, Cassie reached her hand to her soaking wet cunnie, feeling Rob place his large hand over hers and start to move her fingers for her. He let go and started to pump his cock in long, slow strokes. He knew her well and increased the speed and the depth as she drew close to orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he ordered her to come.
She did. So did he.
They both yelled out, their elation at it’s peak as Rob plunged his cock deeply inside of her most intimate place, his balls slapping her wet pussy as he flooded her with hot streams of his pleasure. Rob collapsed on top of the tiny girl, bracing his arms on either side of her to prevent himself from crushing her under his weight.