by Pepper North
“Sofia, in this house we do not use vulgar words like butt. We don’t yell at our family and we share everything with each other. Tonight, you have been selfish and rude to your sister. You have earned ten spankings. If I have to remind you to share and speak nicely, you will get twenty. Do you understand?” Noah asked looking into her tear-filled, worried eyes. Sofia had figured out that if you’re in the corner, your bottom was going to be spanked. When she nodded, Noah unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and pulled her pants and underwear down her legs and off over her feet. He helped her lay over his lap and then, he laid his hand on her bottom. “Tell me why you’re getting your bottom spanked, Sofia,” Noah waited until she answered.
“I said the word butt and I tried to take Isabella’s doll from her,” came Sofia’s trembling voice.
“Count the spankings to ten with me, Sofia. One,” his hand came down hard on her curvy hips. Sofia did not count. “Your spankings won’t be finished unless you count with me. Let’s try that again. One,” Noah said and heard her soft echo of the number. “Two, three, four . . . nine, ten!” By the last two spanks, Sofia was crying as she said the numbers loudly. Noah turned her over to sit on her red bottom.
“Ooohh!” Sofia said when her weight hit her sore bottom. She cried against Noah’s shoulder. She could feel him rubbing her back tenderly as he kissed her head softly and told her that he knew she could be a very good girl. “I’ll be better, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, Sofia. Now, go stand in your corner while Daddy talks to your sissy.” He set her down on her feet and watched her walk gingerly over to the corner and place her nose against the wall.
“Isabella, come over here,” Noah commanded. Isabella walked over to Noah with a big smile. She thought she had done nothing wrong and was gloating about her sister’s punishment. “Young lady, I am very disappointed at you. You also didn’t share your toys with your sister. Even worse than that, you laughed at your sister when she was getting punished and found joy when you knew she would be punished. That is not how family treats each other. You will receive the same ten spanks that your sister had but you have earned an additional five spanks for being mean to one of the people that you should always protect.” He unbuttoned and unzipped her pants slowly giving her time to think as he pulled her pants and underwear down and had her step out of them. Leaning her bare bottom over his knee, Noah asked her the same question as he had asked Sofia, “Why are you getting this spanking, Isabella?”
Before he even started spanking her bottom, Isabella shoulder shook with her tears. “I think you should spank me twenty times, Daddy,” her voice wavered with emotion. “I was really bad. I knew Sofia wanted that doll and I tried to take it just for spite. Then, I laughed at her. That was really mean.”
“I agree, Isabella. You were mean to your sister. Are you going to be mean to her anymore?” Noah asked solemnly.
“Nooooooo!” Isabella wailed.
“Then, I think you’ve learned your lesson. I’m going to spank your bottom fifteen times and you are going to help me count. I’ll remember that you thought you should get twenty spanks. If you are cross with your sister for the rest of the evening, I will give you those last five spankings,” Noah rested his hand on her naughty bottom.
“I’ll be good! I promise, Daddy,” Isabella said through her tears.
“One,” Noah brought his hand down on the pale skin and heard Isabella yelp before hurrying to count “one.” He continued spreading the spankings around her bottom and down the tops of her thighs. “Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.” He turned Isabella over and cuddled her on his lap. He whispered, “I know you are a good girl, Isabella. Sometimes all of us need a reminder to be kind to each other. Do you want to go apologize to your sissy?” He kissed her thoroughly as a reward for her quick “yes.” Setting her on her feet, Noah watched her walk as fast as she could with a sore, reddened bottom.
When she reached her sister, Isabella whispered, “I’m really sorry, Sofia. I’ll try to do better. Will you except my apology?” When her sister nodded her head, Isabella wrapped her arms around Sofia who hugged her sister back just as fiercely.
Chapter Nine
Noah let the two hug and whisper for a few minutes. He walked to them and took both by a hand. “Bath time, girls.” He walked them down the hall and up the main staircase. The girls both kept looking behind them to make sure no one was watching them walk down the hallway with their red, bare bottoms exposed. Noah led them into his big bedroom. “This is where Daddy sleeps. Sometimes, you’ll sleep with Daddy in his big bed but most of the time, you’ll sleep in the nursery. He opened the door to the brightly lit room and watched their reactions.
Isabella and Sofia’s mouths fell open. They looked around the room amazed. “Look, Sofia. There’s a big, crib with my name above it and one with your name above it. Yours is purple, just like your highchair. How did Daddy know that’s your favorite color?” Isabella said with awe.
“And look yours is pink. That’s your favorite color. I think those are changing tables with . . . are those diapers?” Sofia said covering her mouth. “Daddy, we don’t have to use those diapers, do we?”
“Yes, Sofia. While you’re at home you need to use your diaper to go potty. For now, while you’re at work, you can use the toilet but eventually, Little girls always wear their diapers,” Noah said calmly watching her expressions to gauge how she was feeling. He saw her rub her curls guarding her private parts and watched surprise, arousal, and reluctance float across her face.
Noah walked calmly over to the big tub that could hold both twins. He turned on the water to begin filling it. He walked over to Sofia and kissed the top of her head. “You get to go first,” he explained as he steered her over to the purple changing table. He lifted her up and rolled her over on to her side, fastening a strap across her waist. Noah opened the drawer and removed a large jar of lubricant and opening it he scooped up a glob. “Relax, Sofia. Daddy’s going to check your temperature,” he said as he lifted her top buttock and applied lubricant to her clenched anus.
Sofia tried to turn over as she realized what Noah was doing but she was stopped by the restraining strap and Noah’s strong arm. “No, Noah. Not there. You can’t take my temperature in my bottom. That’s for babies! Aaaaaah!” she protested as he pressed his finger deep into her clenched bottom to spread the lubricant around.
“Exactly, Sofia. You’re my sweet Little girl. Daddy takes his responsibility seriously. I will need to take your temperature often to make sure that you are feeling your best. I’ll make an appointment for you and Isabella at Dr. Richards’ office soon. He takes care of all the Little boys and girls in our community. Just relax. You’ll get used to having things in your bottom,” Noah explained to Sofia before selecting a wide thermometer and dipping it into the lubricant. He slid it seven inches into her bottom as she wiggled and protested that it was too big. “Good girl. I knew that was the right size for you. Okay. Lay still while the thermometer checks your temperature. Ten minutes, young lady. Don’t wiggle too much. You don’t want to break it inside your bottom,” he warned giving her a light spank on her red bottom. Sofia immediately froze. Noah extracted a moistened wipe and cleaned his hands.
Chapter Ten
She heard Noah interrupt Isabella as she sat by the big toy chest playing with a fuzzy bear and monitoring closely what was happening on Sofia’s changing table. He lifted her to her feet and sat the bear back in the toy chest before walking Isabella over to her changing table. She could hear Isabella assuring him that she felt fine and didn’t need her temperature taken. She heard the creak of the table as Noah lifted her on to the changing table and the zip of the coiled restraining strap as it was pulled around Isabella securing her in place as well. Noah murmured to Isabella as Sofia heard the lubricant jar open and Isabella’s gasp as the cold lubricant was rubbed around her anus and then pressed inside and spread around by Noah’s large finger. Then, Isabella’s “no, no, no, no!” came t
o her ears and she knew the thermometer was being pressed deep into her protesting sister’s rectum. She heard Noah comfort her before he moved over to turn off the water in the tub.
Noah returned to Sofia’s side and rubbed her back softly. “What a good girl you are! Just two more minutes and we can take that thermometer out. Are you enjoying how well your Daddy takes care of you?” he asked as he shifted her top leg up further so he could slide his fingers into the moisture that had gathered between her legs.
“No, Daddy. I don’t need my temperature taken. You can take it out now,” Sofia protested.
“Your body isn’t unhappy. Daddy can feel how much you’re enjoying this.” Noah shushed her protests. “No lying, Sofia. Your body talks for you without being embarrassed.” He continued to slide his fingers through her slick fluid brushing the entrance to her vagina and her clitoris. Sofia groaned. “That’s my girl. Just let Daddy take care of you.” Noah’s fingers stopped and slid out of her vaginal area to grasp the thermometer. Sofia breathed soft sounds of protest. “There’s lots of time for Daddy to make his little girl feel good. Let me check your temperature.” Noah rotated the thermometer and pulled it out slightly to push it back in several times until Sofia’s hips were moving in arousal. Finally, he pulled it out totally.
“Oh, Sofia. Look at that.” Noah pulled out a towelette to wipe the fecal matter off the thermometer. “Your bottom is filled with poop and your temperature is a little low. We’ll treat you before bed and your tummy will feel much better. First, it’s into the bathtub for you,” Noah told the embarrassed Little. He lifted Sofia off the changing table and stripped off her top and bra. “You won’t wear a bra at home, Sofia.” He led her over to the tub and lifted her into the water. Sofia gasped when the warm water touched her spanked bottom. Noah placed several toys in the bath with Sofia and kissed her on the top of the head before turning to attend to Isabella.
Noah found Isabella almost turned around on the table. “Isabella! I told you to stay still.” He loosened the restraining strap to lift her and rotated her to lay on her tummy. This time, he pulled the restraining strap into place and slid Isabella’s feet into loops at the corners of the changing table to tether her securely in place. “It’s almost time for Daddy to check your temperature but it won’t be accurate unless it stays deep inside you.” Noah pressed the thermometer in as deeply as the large thermometer would go and held it firmly there.
“Daddy, take it out. That hurts!” Isabella tried to reason with Noah.
“It doesn’t hurt, Isabella. I know it’s uncomfortable but soon you’ll be used to me taking your temperature. Just take some deep breaths and relax.” Noah slid the fingers of his other hand between her widely spread leg. He smiled as he found her pink folds dripping with her slick arousal fluid. “Good girl, Isabella. You’re enjoying Daddy taking care of you, too.” He let her attempt to convince him that she wasn’t aroused but they both knew the truth. Noah began to tap on her swollen clitoris as he twirled the thermometer pressed deep in her rectum. When he saw her begin to lift her hips to meet his taps, Noah withdrew his caressing hand and pushed and pulled the thermometer gradually from her bottom.
“Looks like you need some medicine from Daddy, too.” Noah said checking the thermometer in Isabella’s view so she could see the fecal matter clumped on its end. Noah carefully cleaned the thermometer and put it away before freeing Isabella from the restraining straps. Noah stripped off her remaining clothing, rubbing her breasts to help the red bra marks go away. Noah smiled as he watched his caresses make her eyes flutter closed. Next, he lifted her from the changing table and led her over to the tub where Sofia was splashing and playing. “In you go,” he said as he plopped Isabella in the tub. “Sofia, share the toys with your sissy.”
Noah pulled a small enema bag off the wall next to the tub. He dipped the bag into the water to fill it full and dropped the bar of soap into the bag as he hung it up on the peg with a S above it next to the tub. He opened the valve on the hose to allow water to drain from a large nozzle into the tub. Noah walked over to Sofia’s changing table and picked up the jar of lubricant. He set this on the rim of the tub and opened it.
“All right, Sofia. It’s time to clean your tummy inside as well as outside. Lift up to kneel in the bathtub. Lean over to press your cheek on the tile,” he pressed her shoulders to get her in position and held her securely there. With his other hand, he scooped a finger full of lubricant and pressed it once again into Sofia’s bottom.
“Daddy, no. I don’t need cleaning inside. Don’t give me an enema! Please,” Sofia begged as Noah pressed the nozzle in deep and secured it by inflating the nozzle to fill her narrow rectum.
“Just relax, Sofia. Daddy can tell that your tummy needs some medicine to help it. Enemas are good for Little girls. We’ll check with Dr. Richards at your doctor’s appointment but I’m pretty sure that he’ll prescribe an enema several times a week if not every day,” Noah reassured Sofia before clicking valve on the hose to start the warm, soapy water flowing inside her bottom. “Go ahead and sit down, Sofia. Let’s get you cleaned up on the outside, while the enema cleans your insides.” He pressed her shoulders firmly moving her back into her seated position in the bathtub.
Noah reached in the enema bag and swirled the soap around again before pulling it out and beginning to suds a wash cloth. He washed Sofia’s face, neck, and shoulders before rinsing off the soap. He held Sofia in her seated position despite her attempts to get out of the tub. Noah washed her breasts circling around the rounded curves before paying special attention to Sofia’s nipples. The combination of the pressure from the enema and the caresses from the washcloth were very arousing. As the washcloth rubbed around her tummy that pooched out slightly from the water flowing into her, Sofia began to pant and her eyes closed from the overload of sensations. When Noah began to wash between her thighs, Sofia tensed and screamed as she orgasmed sharply. She felt her Daddy kiss the top of her head.
Noah sped up the flow of the enema into Sofia as he finished her bath by washing her trembling legs and feet. He finished just as the enema bag gurgled that it was empty. Noah lifted Sofia out of the tub and wrapped her in a large towel. He dried her legs and feet as she shifted restlessly.
“Daddy, I need to go to the bathroom. Please,” Sofia begged. “I don’t want to have an accident. I can’t hold this.”
Noah continued to move slowly and methodically. “Your enema will need to stay inside of you for at least ten minutes usually. The nozzle is made to block the medicine from escaping. Today because your tummy is impacted, I’m going to let you go immediately. Come over to your potty.” Noah led her to a purple potty chair that looked like a royal throne with a hole in the seat. He leaned Sofia over his knee and deflated the nozzle allowing it to slide from her rectum. Immediately, Sofia sat on the toilet and water, suds, and poop exploded from her bottom. Noah leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “Good girl. That tummy is going to feel much better.”
Chapter Eleven
He returned to the tub and pulled another enema bag down from the wall on Isabella’s side of the tub. As he scooped it full of bathwater and dropped the bar of soap into this bag, Isabella tried to talk him out of giving her an enema. She could hear Sofia groaning as the soapy water burst from her. “Please, Daddy. Noah, I don’t want an enema,” Sofia tried using her adult voice to make him understand that she wasn’t a child.
“Call me Daddy, Isabella. I know you don’t want an enema but I know you need one. Daddies always take care of their Little girls even when they think they know better,” Noah explained. “You don’t want me to spank your wet bottom before I put the nozzle in. I will be glad to remind you who is in charge, young lady. Are you going to cooperate?”
“I don’t want an enema,” Isabella whined but she allowed Noah to lift her onto her knees and press her cheek against the cold tile so she was bent over.
Noah parted her buttocks widely and pressed in the nozzle and started her en
ema. He swirled the bar of soap around the liquid until it was a cloudy white color. Then he removed it and began bathing Isabella. He washed her face and rinsed off the tears she’d shed trying to convince her Daddy not to treat her tummy. Noah tipped her chin and kissed her deeply. “You’re a very good girl, Isabella. It’s harder to go second. You know what is going to happen. I think you are being very brave.”
Isabella smiled at him. “I’m trying to be good, Daddy. Could I go to the bathroom now?”
“Not yet, sweetheart. We need to get you all clean,” Noah shook his head. He washed her shoulders and breasts. Brushing her erect nipples with the washcloth, he began to hear Isabella’s breath begin to speed up. He moved the rough washcloth between her thighs and caressed her with the washcloth and his fingers until she moaned her pleasure and he could feel her vaginal walls contracting on his inserted finger. Again, he finished bathing her after increasing the flow of the water. He was still washing her toes when the enema finished. “Good job, Isabella. I’m glad you took all your enema. Daddy didn’t estimate the right amount of liquid.”