Leona was playing submissive tonight. Her boyfriend Barks, a powerful cyborg with an iron jaw, was normally her sub, but tonight he'd brought home a spare hand of ginger from his work. She'd never even seen fresh ginger or heard of its erotic uses... But he'd told her that he'd like to be her daddy dom tonight.

"Leona," he said. "What is the punishment for staying out too late?"

Leona was a beautiful redhead with full breasts and wide hips. She was wearing a plaid skirt and nothing else, kneeling on a cushion in front of him.

"You fill me up with a big enema, daddy."

"Yes, that's right. Soapy water, to make your sweet little body cramp up. But last night, you stayed out extra late. I heard from Boris that you actually rode the shuttle to Phobos."

Leona's gaze dropped to the floor at his feet. "Yes, daddy."

"It hurts me to do this, but I'm going to have to give you a special punishment. This is what we do to especially bad girls in this house. Take off your clothes."

"But daddy!"

"Buts get butts. Lift up your skirt!"

He walked around behind her and spanked her very hard with the palm of his hand. Then he pulled down her panties and without much ceremony, crammed a large index finger into her asshole down to the second knuckle.

She screamed. "Daddy!"

"Buts get butts. Now go give yourself a water enema to prepare for the special punishment. I want a clean enough ass to stick things in."

"Oh, daddy."

She left.

A minute later, he peeked into the bathroom to see her naked, standing in the shower stall with a plump red bag hanging from the bar and a thin hose snaking its way down to her ass. She was looking at her feet and whimpering.

After some time, she reappeared in the living room. She looked very frightened, and her eyes pleaded "let me suck you off instead."

"Bend over the arm of the couch."

She did, putting her breasts on the seat and stretching her arms out in front of her. "Are you going to fuck my ass, daddy?"

"No. That would be very wrong and nasty and after we're done here, I'm going to question you about where you learned such a thing, young lady. You see this?" He said, firmly, producing what appeared to be a buttplug carved out of a moist yellow-brown root. "This is a very spicy root. I'm going to put this in you and it's going burn, and it's going to keep you from clenching your cheeks while I give you the paddling of your life." He produced a sock, which looked clean enough, and wadded it up. "Open wide."

She opened her mouth and he crammed the wadded up sock in her mouth.

Leona felt the rough plug invade her. She had never felt anything quite like it. It was porous, and it gave her a bit of a tingling sensation. She moaned through the sock.

She wondered why Barks didn't start spanking her right away.

Then she had her answer. After two minutes, the tingling became an intense burning. Every movement of her legs or her ass muscles redoubled the burning, until she had to moan and moan. She felt as though she had first-degree burns to the inside of her ass.

Then, without warning, came the first stroke of the paddle. She screamed, and she was very thankful for the vibration-canceling field projected by Barks' phone.

A dozen strokes followed in a flurry. She kept clenching and it made her pain four times worse: the pain from the ginger would increase, and daddy would hit her faster and harder when he saw the clenching.

There came a time when the pain dissolved into an ecstasy of submission and fire: In a moment of surrender, she had relaxed, spread her legs (earning increased fire from the ginger) and let the blows come, completely passive and submissive. The world melted away and there was only daddy, caressing her most private areas with fire.

Finally, it was done. Daddy slid the ginger, which had begun to give less and less pain as time went on, out of her ass, put a hand across her mouth and lifted her into a standing position by it.

"Let's take you to the mirror in the bathroom so you can see the marks your arrogance and disobedience earned you, and so that I can rinse you out."

He led her by the hand to the bathroom. He turned her around and showed her the deep pools of blood under the skin, where he had destroyed her ass with the paddle. She looked and hung her head.

He pulled the sock out of her mouth. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Thank you, daddy. I'm sorry."

"Now let's rinse you out."

He refilled the enema bag--again, with plain water--and sat on the toilet lid. "Bend over my lap, little girl."

"Yes, daddy."

Her ass was a little sore as he slid the thick nozzle in. He turned on the valve, and warm water flowed in. It felt good, and Leona slipped into subspace there, her stomach in her daddy's lap, taking her rinse enema.

Later that night he fucked her silly, of course, but that's another story for another time.