A land called ZITY

chapter 23: Holly's Discipline Begins

The chronicles of Sir Tommy of Qwerty's travels in Zity:

And thus as I had bid both ladies good day and began my journey home; my thoughts turned to another lass, who was in need of a firm hand. Holly. The love of my life. My betrothed, the wild thing. Arriving home I was greeted by a sight I longed to see; Holly, standing two feet from the wall, leaning, resting her nose and forehead against the wall. Hands clasped behind her back. I walk up to her and spoke, ''do not move.'' I said as I raised her skirt. ''Hold this.'' I said placing her bunched up skirt in her hands. I then stepped back and admired the view for a moment.

Now you may ask who am I? Allow me to introduce myself, I am Sir Tommy of Qwerty. A knight wandering the lands who came upon this place called Zity. During my visit here I met a beautiful maiden named Holly. It did not take me long to realize that this was the true love of my life. And much to my surprise she felt the same about me. A short time later I asked for her hand and she became my betrothed. Holly is a fine lass, brown haired, fair skinned, full of hip and breasts, with a taught waist between. And she has such a streak of wildness and impetuousness, that she keeps me on my toes. In her burns the flames that fuel my passion.

There were things wrong with this view I had. Stepping back to her, I placed my hands at the top of her drawers and slid them to her knees. That was still not the effect I desired. I stepped closer, and as I removed her paddle from the wall I said, ''Holly, thou hast begun thy punishment process. With me it shall be different than what thee hast been through in the past. Remember thy safe word, UNICORN, should thee say it I shall stop. Other than that thee shall obey all my commands immediately and without reservation. Is that clear?''

'Yes, Sir Tommy.'

''Then we shall now begin.''

SWAT!!!

SWAT!!!

SWAT!!!

SWAT!!!

Went the paddle. First the left, then the right cheek. Fast, firm strokes which immediately drew a yelp from Holly. Again the left, then the right. She was dancing on her toes.

''Keep thy nose against the wall.'' I ordered. Now having administered those swats with her paddle, I now placed the paddle in her hands to hold along with her skirt. This left her with a reddened behind on display for all to see; with her holding the implement of her shame. Just visible between her cheeks was the plug she had worn since last night.

I stood back and admired the view for a moment before continuing my instructions to Holly, ''Listen carefully. When thee are told to begin thee will do the following: Replace the paddle on the wall hook. Dress thyself. Then prepare the enema equipment. A full 4 gallons of hot, soapy water, if thee will. And use the largest of the nozzles that Bridgette supplied. Once this is done, thee will return and tell me that thou art ready to proceed. Is that understood?''

'Yes, Sir Tommy.'

''Begin.'' With that one work Holly rushed to complete her tasks. She knew that completing these things slowly would only add to her punishment. And as she knew not what all I had in mind, she hurried right along. While she was thus occupied, I moved a high back chair to the center of the room. Next to it I placed a small table. On the table I placed the object I purchased that morning, still wrapped, several other items, and her paddle. I then took a seat and waited.

Reporting to me when she was done, I let a moment of silence pass as she stood in front of me. Standing I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. Still holding her I whispered, ''are thee ready?''

'Yes, Sir Tommy.'

Sitting I gave Holly her next set of instructions, ''When told to begin, thou shalt disrobe completely. Then turn thy back unto me, bend over and remove thy plug. After placing the plug beside the enema bucket, thee shall take thy position to receive thy enema. Thee shall administer the enema to thyself. Thou shalt not stop without my permission. Does thee understand?''

'Yes, Sir Tommy.'

'' Begin!''

It was a pleasure to watch my future wife disrobe. It was not the first, nor the last time I would see her thus. And even now she still arouses me thus, after all these years. Then she removed that plug. And with some difficulty. Completing her tasks she awaited the command to insert the nozzle and begin her enema.

''Now my dear, I have one additional surprise for thee. This is a bulb attachment which will allow me to control thy enema. Each squeeze of the bulb shall squirt the fuluid into thee. Are thee ready?''

'Yes, Sir Tommy.'

''Then insert the nozzle and we shall begin.''

It was interesting to watch Holly insert that monster. Having had that large plug in all night helped pre loosen her for it.

I stood and walked over to her, taking the hose, I disconnected it below the clamp and connected a new piece of hose. Turning to Holly, ''This addition allows me to control the flow of water. With each squeeze, water is forced into thee.'' I demonstrated by squeezing the bulb three times rapidly. As Holly moaned in surprise and pleasure, I retook my seat.

''Now dear, I want you to tell me of each of thine offenses against myself, against thy parents, against thy friends. Leave nothing out. And tell me why thee are sorry for thy behavior. '' As She recalled and recanted her misdeeds, I squeezed the bulb. Not in a set pattern, but with random squeezes at irregular intervals. Knowing the bulb to hold about two ounces, I knew how much fluid she was taking. Knowing her personal best was a gallon, I was amazed when we passed that point with out any complaints. But I think all her confessing distracted her from what was going on. Finally she began to wind down. At this point, she was at about five quarts. Her belly was hanging low from all the fluid.

I decided to give her some relief, ''Holly now all you have to do is hold it for two turns of the small hourglass.'' (That's ten minutes to you up-timers).

About this time she started to straighten and realized how full she was.

I clamped the hose close to her and disconnected it from the rest. Now she had the nozzle and a short piece of hose connected to it, aiding her in her retention.

As the final sands ran out I told her, ''empty yourself and get cleaned up quickly, there is a timer running.'' This would add to her misery; how long did she have to void herself? Was she completely emptied vs returning fast enough? While she did that, I took my bundle with my earlier purchase to the kitchen and began shaping a new plug for her. What happened next surprised me.

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