Daddy Matt and Dani
By Danyealle (M/f, inc, spank, enema, ws)
Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.
She was pacing back and forth across the room, wringing her hands, a worried
look on her face. She was in trouble. Before he went out for a while he had told
her to pick up her stuff in the living room and put it away. She had gotten
involved in the video game she had been playing and completely lost track of
time so by the time he got home she hadn't even touched the mess. Boy was he
mad! He made her pick up the mess then sent her to her room to wait for him to
punish her.
For the next half hour or so, every time she heard a noise she about jumped out of her skin. With each passing tick of the clock, her stomach clenched tighter with dread. When she finally heard his heavy tread walking down the hallway to her room, her heart sank into her feet and her stomach clenched into a tight knot of dread. She sat down on the edge of her bed and waited, clutching her shaking hands into tight fists; eyes lowered and looked at the floor.
He walked into her room without knocking and stood there looking at her sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking, for a minute. He could feel his cock make the first stirrings in his pants in anticipation of what was to come. He then folded his arms across his chest and looked at her, "Well young lady, what you have to say for yourself?"
She looked up at him, tears sparkling in her eyes, threatening to spill out and roll down her cheeks. "I'm sorry Daddy. I really meant to pick up, really I did! I just got involved in my game and lost all track of time. I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I promise."
He stared at her harder, "No, it won't, I assure you that! I'm going to teach you to not lose track of time and do as you're told." He tried to suppress a small smile as he saw her shift around on the bed and lower her eyes again. "Now, what has Daddy told you pays when my little girl can't behave and do as she's told?"
She remained glued and continued to stare at the floor then answered in a small voice, "My bottom, Daddy."
This time he allowed a small smile to turn up the corners of his mouth, "That's right, my little girls bottom is going to pay for what she's done." He walked over to the corner and grabbed a chair that was there and pulled it over by the dresser then sat down. He pulled a couple items out of his pocket and sat them on the dresser then looked at her, "You know what to do, get on with it"
She nodded then sighed deeply and stood up. She kicked off her Nikes and pushed them under the bed then with shaking hands undid her jeans and lowered them. She kicked them off then picked them up, folded them and sat them on the end of the bed. Then with lead in her feet and a stomach clenched so tight it hurt she walked over and laid herself across his lap, her butt across both his thighs.
He reached down and pulled the tail of her t-shirt up until the whole of her panty-clad ass was in view. He could hear her soft gasp as she felt herself exposed. He could also feel her youthful breasts wiggle and brush against his outer thigh as she squirmed around in anticipation of what was to come.
He gave her several moments to wonder if he was or wasn't before he pulled her panties down, leaving them bunched up around her knees. He didn't have to see her face to know her cheeks had just flushed red with embarrassment as her whole neither region were now being exposed to his gaze. He started to rub his hands up and down the smooth unblemished skin of her naked ass knowing shortly how hot they would feel to the touch.
He felt her grip his leg tightly and her ass cheeks clench in anticipation, not knowing when the first blow would come, but knowing it would. Her whole body tensed up. Her bottom lip was caught between her even white teeth and her eyes were screwed shut, waiting.
When he felt her start to involuntarily start to relax, he started to spank her. First one cheek then the other until a continuous SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! filled the room. She squirmed and wiggled around on his lap, alternating between wailing and begging him to stop.
Finally, when her ass was glowing the shade of red he wanted and was hot to the touch, he stopped. He gazed down to admire his handiwork for a couple of minutes, listening to her muffled sobs, her face buried tightly against his thigh. When he felt they had both caught their breath and her sobs had diminished to sniffles, he pried her thighs open. He gazed longingly at her hairless pussy and her clenched anus before giving each of her inner thighs ten sharp swats.
She wailed loudly and clenched his denim-covered thighs in her hands as he delivered the sharp slaps. When it was over, she buried her face back into his leg and sobbed softly. He let her sob for several minutes, softly running his hand over the red, hot flesh of her ass, admiring his handiwork. When her sobbing had ceased he rubbed her behind softly, "You're punishment isn't over yet, little girl. You know what comes next so tell Daddy what he's going to do."
Her breath hitched slightly and she sighed. Her face started to burn at the thought of what he was going to do next and how humiliating it was. She gulped loudly then replied in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper, "You're going to take my temperature."
He chuckled softly, having done this to her often enough to know her face was a scarlet red from embarrassment, "That's right, I am. Now, tell Daddy WHERE he is going to take your temperature at."
She whimpered softly, her eyes screwed tightly shut. "In my bottom."
He chuckled again, grinning. He could feel her whole body tighten up and start to squirm, knowing she was dreading what he was going to do. "That's right. I'm going to take your temperature like was done when you were a baby."
He patted her bottom a couple times then reached for the KY Jelly on the dresser. He lubed up his forefinger generously then with his other hand pried her reluctant cheeks apart. He heard her whimper softly as her tightly clenched anus was exposed fully to his view. He looked at it longingly feeling his cock surge to full mast and start to throb with longing. He then tickled the opening slightly with the tip of his heavily lubed finger, watching it tighten even more. He rubbed the pad of the finger over it several times, coating it before starting to push the fingertip inside.
She squealed at bit and tired to pull away from the slick intruder in her most private hole, but to no avail. Daddy had done this to her enough times to know to hold onto her so she couldn't squirm around and dislodge it.
Keeping a firm pressure, within a minute or so his whole finger was buried up to the hand in her dainty daughter's tight little asshole. He could feel the strong muscle wrapped tightly around his intruding digit. He wiggled it from side to side a bit, letting her get used to the invader before starting to slowly slide it in and out of her tiny, tight hole.
After several minutes of sliding it in and out and wiggling it side to side he
judged she was loosened up and lubricated enough, then withdrew his finger with
a soft pop. Continuing to hold her cheeks apart with one hand he grabbed the
thermometer off the dresser and slowly inserted the metal tip into her
rectum.
She shivered as the cold, metal bulb slipped softly into anal cavity and shivered, but lay across his lap as still as she could so as not to give him an excuse to punish her further. Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes and threatened to spill over. She bit her bottom lip to keep them at bay. She shut her eyes tightly and prayed it would be over soon.
He twirled the bulb-end round and round then slid it in and out of her several times before sinking it all the way into her rectum until just the red tip was showing outside her anus. He kept her cheeks spread apart and admonished her to hold it.
Five minutes later, longer than it strictly took, he removed it. Her temperature was normal, he hadn't expected otherwise but brown smudges encrusted the silver bulb. He wiped it off and put it back on the dresser. He rubbed her ass tenderly then asked, "When was the last time you had a bowel movement, Dani?"
She cringed and whimpered softly, "Yesterday, Daddy."
He spread her cheeks again and pushed his middle finger as deep in her ass as it would go, then felt around a bit. It took only a few seconds for his fingertip to brush against what he was feeling for. He withdrew it and wiped it off. He patted her gently on the ass, "Well, it appears you need to have another one. Get undressed and sit on the bed. I'll be back in a few minutes."
She scrambled up and followed his instructions quickly while he was in the bathroom. The knot in her stomach once again grew. She sat on the edge of them bed, shivering, one arm covering her now naked breasts, her other hand covering her bare slit.
In a minute or so he returned, carrying a bedpan. He sat back down in the chair and nodded to her, "You know what to do, now get on with it."
She nodded, sighed, and lowered her head but got up and walked over to him. She straddled the bedpan and squatted down slightly. Then she reached down and spread her bald pussy lips apart, he liked to watch it come out of her tiny pee hole to make sure everything looked alright, then concentrated on peeing. She suppressed a shudder at the memory of what had happened the time she couldn't pee for him. She screwed her eyes shut and concentrated. Within a couple minutes a tell-tale tinkle was heard in the bedpan followed by the yellow gush.
He watched her sweat and strain for a couple minutes, then the delicate hole to her urethra opened and a small trickle started followed by the golden flow into the bedpan. He could see her face was flushed scarlet from the humiliation of him watching her do that intimate thing. His cock was hard as an oak post in his pants.
When she was finished, he wiped her delicate petals off with a couple squares of toilet paper then dropped them into the bedpan. After ordering her to stay where she was, he returned to the bathroom, dumped the contents, and rinsed it out before retuning to its proper place. He grabbed a disposable bed pad from a bag of them under the sink and walked back into the bedroom. He spread it out over the bedspread of brightly colored cartoon animals and beckoned her over. She walked over to the bed with leaden feet and positioned herself on her back, her knees drawn up to her chest, her ass directly in the middle of the pad.
He screwed the applicator onto the tube of lube and inserted it deep into her quivering asshole. He squirted a generous amount in, then pulled it out and rubbed more on the outside of her brown pucker. He then cleaned it off and sat it aside then looked down at her, "I lubed you up so that should help you. Now, you need to try and poop for Daddy."
She nodded and sighed, "Yes Daddy." She then started to bear down, trying to forcer her bowels to move.
He watched her strain for a few minutes then reached down and spread her ass cheeks with two fingers so he could have a better view. Her tiny pucker was distended and flowered open but there was no sign of what she needed to evacuate. After ten minutes of sweating, straining and pushing she knew it was to no avail. A thick dread began to creep over her, making her skin prickle and flush. She swallowed a lump in her throat and her mouth was full of cotton. She maintained her position and waited for the inevitable.
He released her cheeks and gave her a soft pat on the rump. "Well, it appears you can't go. So I guess that means I will have to give you an enema."
She whimpered softly but replied in a soft voice, "Yes Daddy Matt."
He nodded, "Good girl. Now get yourself into position while I get the stuff
ready." He patted her on the rump again then walked back into the
bathroom.
When he left the room she moaned softly but quickly switched to the knee/chest
position with her ass hanging over the edge of the bed. The waiting and dreading
was the worst part. She hated enemas worse than anything else he did to her.
They felt more like a punishment than the punishments did. They weren't strictly
a punishment but were supposed to "help" her. They didn't feel that way. She
held still, her ass in the air, legs spread, and entire crotch exposed,
listening to him run the water and fill the two quart bag, eyes screwed shut,
shivering.
When he had filled the bag with hot, soapy water, attached the hose and nozzle then made sure the flow was good he walked back into he bedroom. He stood in the doorway for a couple minutes and enjoyed the view of her exposed ass and pussy before walking back over to the bed.
He rubbed one hand softly up and down one of her still bright red cheeks before stroking the tip of one finger lightly over her tight pucker. She was still very lubed up. He patted her ass lightly, "OK, it's time to begin. Hold still like a good girl and it'll be over quickly."
"Yes, Daddy Matt." She murmured into the bedspread, shivering slightly.
He hung the bag from a hook on the low ceiling, specifically placed there for this purpose then uncoiled the hose. He checked to make sure the nozzle as firmly in place then he placed two fingers on either side of her tightly clenched asshole and spread it apart slightly. Then he placed the tip of the long, curved douche nozzle against her tight asshole and with a firm pressure, eased it all the way inside her. She inhaled sharply at the intrusion of the long plastic nozzle and gripped the bed spread tightly in both fists in anticipation of the flow of hot, sudsy water.
He slid the nozzle in and out of her rectum several times before pushing it all the way in. He made sure it was firmly anchored then gave her an admonishment to hold it before releasing the clip and letting the sudsy water start to flow into her bowels. She had a quick intake of breath when the first of the enema flowed into her rectum. As it made its way into her bowels she started panting, trying to keep her asshole clenched tightly around the plastic invader less it slip out.
He stood back and watched as the bag slowly emptied into her. She started squirming around a bit as the cramps caused by the soap started to clench her bowels. He watched her asshole grip the hard nozzle tightly. Reaching down her rubbed his swollen cock through the rough fabric of his jeans as his eyes remained glued to her asshole. His eyes lowered slightly to gaze at her smooth, hairless pussy. It had started to flower open from the water that was filling her bowels and started to distend her flat stomach.
When the tell-tale gurgle of the last of the water flowing into her sounded he stepped forward and shut the clamp. He then admonished her to hold it and withdrew the nozzle. Gathering the equipment up he told her, "Hold it for 10 minutes and let it work then you may release it." Then he disappeared into the bathroom to clean the equipment up and stow it away.
She maintained the same position, her asshole tightly shut against the water that was wanting released. Her feet flailed up and down slightly and teeth gritted against the wave of cramps that seized her belly. After what seemed like an eternity he came in and helped her off the bed then led her to the bathroom, the water sloshing in her swollen belly as she walked. He had her crouch down over a bedpan the had placed on the floor with her back to him. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he rubbed it softly then told her she could release it.
With a sigh of relief, she let loose a spray of brown water and chunks into the bedpan. Despite the relief she felt at the expelling, her cheeks once again reddened at the humiliation of having Daddy Matt stand back there, watching her expel all the dirty water and chunks.
He stood back a ways from her, watching her tiny asshole expel the enema. When it appeared she was alone, he stood her up and had her bend over the toilet and gently cleaned up her now tender asshole with a warm, wet washcloth. When he finished, he told her to go sit and wait for him on the bed while he cleaned up. She obeyed quickly, setting down daintily on the edge of her bed; eyes on the floor, shoulders slumped. Her torment was almost over for the night but there was one thing left to go. She sighed deeply and sat still, patiently waiting.
When he finished cleaning up he walked back into her bedroom. He looked at her sitting on the edge of the bed, head lowered and grinned. This was going to be the fun part, the part he was looking forward to. He cleared his throat and she raised her head to look at him. "You know what's going to happen now don't you, Dani?" She nodded miserably and looked back down at the floor.
He grinned a bit, "Tell me what's going to happen now as a punishment for being bad and for having a dirty ass."
She gulped loudly and whispered, "You are going to sodomize me. For being bad, your cock is going to use my asshole so I don't forget to keep it clean."
He nodded, "that's right; your tight little asshole is going to be used and abused so you remember to keep it clean. Now, assume the position, Dani."
She stood up and bent over the bed, her legs spread as far apart as she could get them, her chest flat on the mattress and her head resting on her folded arms. She closed her eyes and waited. She heard him undo his jeans then the rustle of clothes as they hit the floor. Then she felt his hard hands part her anal cleft and the head of his cock nudge against her tender anus. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down over her tight rosebud a couple of times before grasping her hips and impaling his cock into her ass in one strong stroke. She squealed from pain at the abrupt entry then bit her lip to remain silent after that.
He hammered hard and fast into her ass, giving her a good, rough reaming. He then bent over her back and grabbed a handful of her hair. For 20 minutes, all you could hear in the room was the slap of flesh against flesh and his grunts and groans. Finally, he slammed all the way into her and let his cum flood her rectum. He propped himself up on his hands, panting, trying to catch his breath.
She lay quietly under him, feeling his cock slowly deflate in her ass, knowing he wasn't done with her yet. When he was totally flaccid and had caught his breath, he adjusted himself slightly making sure he was still deep in her ass, then let go of his bladder. She bit on her bottom lip when she felt the stream of hot piss fill her rectum but knew better than to say anything.
When his bladder was empty he let himself slide out of her now full ass. He patted her on the rump and told her she could empty herself and to get cleaned up. She quickly obeyed, hurrying to the bathroom. When she finished emptying out and cleaned up her ass she reluctantly returned to the bedroom for her final humiliation of the night. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and when he saw her enter he patted his lap. She walked reluctantly over to him and once again lay across his knees, ass in the air.
He parted her still red cheeks and gazed at her now red and swollen asshole, smiling. With his other hand he slowly slipped a large butt plug into her rectum, where just a few minutes before his cock was. She gritted her teeth as it slid into her raw passage but said nothing. When it was firmly in place she stood up and face him, cheeks ablaze, anus clenched around the foreign intruder.
He stood up and looked down at her, "You will leave that where it is all night to remind you of what you did. Also, you will sleep with no clothes on. Only good girls are allowed to wear clothes to bed. Now, get some sleep." He then left the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.
She slid beneath the cool sheets and lay on her back, legs spread wide. Her hand wandered down between her legs and found her engorged clit, which she started to stroke. She brought herself to a powerful orgasm in a matter of minutes. She then rolled onto her side and shut her eyes, a soft smile on her lips. Daddy Matt sure knew how to take care of her, and knew exactly what she wanted. She fell asleep replaying the night over and over in her dreams.