I sometimes do little things to irritate Bobby. It is part of the little games we play. I screw up and then he has to "deal" with his "little girl". This time I really did screw up because by not deliver a message I thought was unimportant Bobby missed a work meeting! When I got home Bobby meet me at the door and before I could say anything he told me to go straight to our bedroom and "get ready"! There was something in his voice that seemed to go beyond "play time"! When I hesitated his voice was insistent and commanding, "I'm not kidding, young lady!" His tone surprised me so I quickly went to the bed room and changed into one of my many "little daddy's girl" outfits. As soon as I entered the bedroom I noticed the old red rubber enema bag Bobby got on eBay lying on our bed; along side the enema bag was Bobby's leather belt! I suddenly realizing that maybe I really had done something wrong! I quickly changed into one of Bobby's favorite outfits: A short pink camisole with a white little bow on the front / white cotton panties /a short pleated skirt with a little bib that buttons to straps that cross in the back / shinny black leather pumps and white cotton anklets with frills around the top. The outfit and the fact that I really was in trouble took me back, at least emotionally to my younger days! I set on the edge of the bed and waited for Bobby. I felt small and even a bit frightened.
I set worrying for what seemed like hours! Bobby finally came in, picked up the belt and doubled it! "What happens to naughty little girls?" He waited and I just fidgeted and played nervously with the hem of my short skirt. "WELL!" His voice was very firm and more real then usual. I glanced up at him. My eyes were moist and in a soft, pouting tone, I said, "Please, Daddy! I know I've been naughty but please don't use the belt!" I was horrified when Bobby explained the message was not for a lunch date with a friend and he had been yelled at by his boss. I began to plead and beg. I really felt naughty and wrong and I started to cry real tears. "Please, Daddy, I now I was really naughty, but please don't use the belt on my bare bottom! Oh! Please, No, Daddy, not on my bare hiney," I whimpered as Bobby stood me up and began to unbutton the bib of my skirt. I was truly sobbing as my skirt fell to the floor. Bobby slip his thumbs into the waist band of my panties and pushed them all the way down to my ankles. I felt naked and I became a naughty little girl blubbering and pleading with her Daddy as Bobby laid me on my tummy over the edge of our bed.
The belt's stroke licked my bare upturned bottom like a wide icy tongue and I cried out in real pain. I reached back rubbing my stinging bottom and crying out between sobs, "No more Daddy! It hurts, Daddy! I'm sorry I was so naughty, I'm sorry I was naughty, Daddy!" I think Bobby knew he had spanked me a bit too hard. He put the belt down and set next to me and his big hands began to rub my pink bottom. He told me he was sorry but sometimes a naughty little girl needed a good spanking. I sobbed for a while and then asked Daddy if he was going to also make take an enema. "Daddy, you really hurt my bum so do I have to still have an enema." Daddy was very gentle and I think a bit contrite that he had spanked me so hard. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but you have been a very naughty little girl and naughty little girls get enemas as well as spankings."
My bare little bottom still smarted as I lay quietly on the bed listening to the sounds of Daddy getting my enema ready. Daddy made me take off my little camisole so I only had on my shoes and socks when he took me into the bathroom for my enema. Some how having on only my shoes and socks made me feel even more bare and little. I began to really cry when I saw the big moist enema bag hanging way up high on the shower rod. Daddy usually only plays at giving me enemas but this time I knew I he was going to give me an enema for real! I felt like a real daddy's little girl as I lay over the bathroom chair whimpering. Daddy inserted the long thick enema nozzle into my up turned bottom! I squirmed around and Daddy told me to lay still and take my enema a good girl unless I wanted the belt again. "I'll be a good girl, Daddy," I whimpered but the enema was filling me and I was frightened! "OH! Daddy!" I sobbed, squirming around. " I can't hold it, Daddy...Please, Daddy the enema hurts in my bummer, Daddy... Please, no more enema! Daddy stopped the enema and left the bathroom so I could have some privacy. I thought my enema was over but when Daddy came back he told me I had to finish the whole bag because I had been naughty. I started to cry, "Daddy, NO! Don't make me take a second ENEMA! NO more ENEMA!"
After my enema Daddy made me get all bare and then he took me to the bedroom and made me feel like a Big Girl!