“Lie down with your head on a squishy pillow, princess; it’s time for a nap.” He gently covered her with her soft blankie, and tucked her in. Laila didn’t think she was sleepy, but somehow she was, and she drifted off within minutes of being tucked in.
* * *
“Time to wake up, Laila.” Basil’s hand touched her shoulder.
She opened her eyes and looked around; the pink mesh sides of the playpen looked really high from here, and she sat up, holding Mr. Unicorn.
Basil lifted her out of the playpen and put her on his knee, on the beanbag again.
“Open your mouth, Laila.” The teat of a bottle was pressing gently against her lips. Laila let it in, then sucked on it contentedly.
When the bottle was finished, Basil burped her again. Laila needed the toilet quite a lot by now, and she wondered how to get the diaper off so she could go to the bathroom. She picked at one of the pink tabs.
“Leave that alone, Laila. That’s not for you to fiddle with.”
“But Daddy, I need the bathroom!” Laila replied.
Then Basil said the words she never wanted to hear.
“You have to go in your diaper today. That’s what it’s for.” His tone was gentle, but the idea of using the diaper horrified Laila and she shook her head adamantly.
“You’re not using the toilet today, Laila. Toilets are for big girls who can show they are responsible enough to use them. Little girls use their diapers.”
The stress of even thinking about using the diaper made her start to cry, and she shook her head as the tears rolled down her face. She couldn’t do this; it was too far. All her life, her mother had told everyone who would listen about that one time she wet herself at school. The idea of doing anything remotely similar, on purpose, was unthinkable, especially in front of one of the men she loved.
“I need to go potty!” she bawled, as she struggled to hold it in. The adult side of herself was watching her behavior in horror. Instead of giving in, Basil put the pacifier back in her mouth. At least this time it wasn’t sour-tasting. Laila tried to spit it out again but Basil held it in place until she stopped fighting it.
“It’s all right, Laila; you’re safe here. I need you to trust me. Trust that I’ve got your best interests at heart. You can go in your diaper. It’s all right. I’ll clean you up after.” He rubbed her back, and she reluctantly admitted to herself that it was pretty soothing. She tried to think clearly, but the need for the bathroom was so distracting. Maybe—she couldn’t even believe she was thinking this—but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?
Basil sat with her and soothed her for several minutes, and Laila was glad he was there to help her feel better, but she wished he’d just let her sit on the toilet.
“It won’t go away if you ignore it, sweetheart. Just let it out,” Basil said.
“I’m frightened.” Her words sounded garbled through the pacifier, but somehow he must have understood.
“You don’t need to be.”
Laila looked at him, torn between doing what she’d done her entire life and doing what he’d told her. She was certain that, while he was saying he wanted her to do this, that if it actually happened, he would be disgusted. He reached for her tummy and squeezed her lower abdomen. The pressure got worse, and she knew she couldn’t hold out against what he was doing.
“Please don’t make me… oh.”
Laila closed her eyes and started crying as she felt her bladder release. Just how watertight were these diapers, she wondered with horror, as more and more liquid came out. She realized she hadn’t used the bathroom since last night, and suddenly panicked that she was going to make a mess on Basil’s knee. That would be awful. Leaping up to get away from him, she pulled at the tabs to get rid of the horrible thing.
“Let me do that,” Basil offered, coming toward her. She didn’t want him to see that she’d used the diaper.
“No, it’s yucky!” Laila ran away while trying to get the diaper off, tripped and fell. Basil caught up with her before she could get to her feet. He flipped her onto her back and unfastened it easily. He lifted her legs up to get the diaper out from under her, then wrapped it and put it in the trash. The soothing feeling of a cool baby wipe made her feel fresh again, then she felt several sharp spanks land on her cheeks.
“No more running away. You have to believe me when I tell you what I want you to do. This is how you earned this punishment in the first place. You won’t believe what you’re told, so you don’t follow it.”
She looked into his lilac eyes, and all she saw was concern. No disgust, no amusement at her distress, just plain concern. Tears in her eyes, feeling like she was exposing something precious, holding it out in view of the world in her bare hands and unable to protect it, she nodded. She was trying so hard to trust him, but she felt so delicate while she was in this childlike state, and intentionally using a diaper had torn up old wounds that had never truly healed. He rubbed her bottom where he had spanked it, and she closed her eyes, trying to level how she felt about it all.
When the new diaper went on, she felt calmer and more able to accept that this was just going to be a part of her day today.
Basil lifted her back to the beanbag and ensconced her in a big hug on his knee, rocking her back and forth and stroking her hair, making soothing noises.
“There, there, sweetheart, you did really well. You’re all clean now, and I’m proud of you for doing what Daddy told you. Just trust Daddy, let Daddy look after you, and everything will be all right,” he said. “Feeling better?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Laila let him reassure her. He replaced the pacifier and left her alone on the beanbag for a moment. She felt profoundly sad that he’d gone away, even though he was only across the room making her a new bottle. When he came back, she felt like the sun had come out again, and he fed her the new bottle while they watched an interactive story about a talking rabbit on his tablet.
“Your bottle’s all gone; let’s pop you in your playpen with Mr. Unicorn while I fill you a bath.” Basil lifted Laila and placed her on the air-filled floor of the playpen while he disappeared into the bathroom. She sat on the floor and squeezed her unicorn, then touched his plush veneer, as if noticing the different textures of her soft toy for the first time. The feeling of the toy’s white body was different to the way the pink on the end of his nose felt. His four paws were the same as his nose. She stroked the different parts and wondered why she didn’t usually notice things like this. Then she buried her face in his side and luxuriated in the snuggly feeling. Laila was still playing with her unicorn when Basil came in to take her for her bath. He unfastened her diaper, then led her into the bathroom.
“Your bath’s ready. I’ve just put the safety cover over the tub for a little while, because first, we need to get you clean on the inside too.”
Laila had no idea what that meant; was it time to brush her teeth? Basil left the room, returning with the mysterious box marked ‘enema kit.’
“Why is that person lying down on a hose?” Laila asked the question she’d been thinking every time she’d seen this box.
“That’s not quite where the hose is. Have you ever had an enema from a doctor?”
Laila shook her head.
“This is a special device; the top bit is a bag filled with liquid. When I pierce it with this hose, the liquid drains downwards—using gravity—and out the other end. I can attach it to the side of the towel rail with this clip.”
Laila looked at the box with a sense of growing horror.
“The other end… does it go in my pussy?” She couldn’t stop staring at it, as her brain tried to make sense of what her eyes were seeing. It was like one of those optical illusions.
“No, sweetie; it goes in your ass.”
“How can that even work? Where will all the liquid go? Things are supposed to go out of my ass, not in it!” Laila protested.
“You seem fine with the idea of butt plugs.” Basil moved toward her.
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�They come back out again in one piece! Where will the liquid go?” Laila took a couple of steps backwards and nearly tripped over the low side of the tub. Luckily, there was a hard protective cover over the bath, to prevent dangerous falls.
“It mostly comes back out again the normal way; just like if you fill your mouth with a mouthful of water and spit it back out again. Does that make sense?”
Laila glared at the box but nodded. It made sense; she just didn’t agree with the sense it was making.
“I need you to get on your hands and knees and put your bottom up in the air for me,” Basil instructed. Laila shook her head.
“You’re not putting that anywhere near me.” She was adamant. This was totally different to having a butt plug or Flin’s cock in her ass… this was more personal, more private, and she didn’t want to know what this was going to be like.
“There’s two ways this can happen, Laila; either you do this voluntarily, or I make you do it. If I have to force you, you’re getting two bags of liquid.”
Laila glared at him, feeling like she was having to choose between fighting one angry tiger or two. Basil was clearly more experienced in stand-offs, however, and when Laila saw the slightest twitch of one of his feet, indicating that he was going to fetch a second bag, she looked at the floor, feeling defeated, and knelt on the shiny tiles with her bottom up.
“Stay still, please.” Basil pushed the tube against her ass and even though it was small, it felt hard and uncomfortable.
“I don’t want this.” Why couldn’t he just spank her more?
“You’re not supposed to, young lady; it’s a punishment.” Basil wasn’t giving a single inch today, Laila thought, and she sighed sadly as the tube seemed to find its place inside her. It felt so much more invasive than the butt plug. The next thing she knew, a stream of water was flowing inside her, which was slightly cooler than her internal temperature. The weird feeling made her try to sit up, but Basil pushed her back down.
“Please make it stop! I don’t like it!” Laila wailed. Basil’s strong hands were keeping her in place so she couldn’t fight it.
“It’s good for you. The special liquid has a tiny amount of salts and minerals in, which will get absorbed.”
“I thought you said it would come back out again!” Laila screamed. The idea of anything getting inside her that way seemed too much to consider. She wanted to kick and fight him, but the sheer terror of what might come out of her if she pulled the enema tube loose was too scary, and she could barely move a muscle.
“I said it will mostly come back out again. Now stop being silly. This is happening whether you want it to or not. Do I have to pin you down for the entire duration?”
As she felt the liquid fill her more and more, Laila felt a sense of rising terror. It seemed to be taking forever, and the feeling of being inflated like a balloon was not comfortable in the slightest.
“Daddy, please make it stop. I’ve had enough.” Laila hated the way her tummy felt.
“You’re halfway there,” Basil replied. Laila wished he’d leave so she could pull the hose out and pour it down the sink, but she was sort of glad he was here at the same time, even though he was pinning her down on the floor and forcing her to keep her bottom up. She didn’t want this, but it would have been worse if he had tied her down and left her on her own while her body was being made to do unusual things like this. As the imminent full sensation in her tummy got worse, Laila began to cry from the whole situation.
“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I’m sorry! I won’t ever break a promise again and I won’t disobey you ever again! I’m sorrryyyyyy!”
Basil said nothing, and that made Laila feel worse. As the enema continued running into her, she cried a mixture of unintelligible wails and repeated apologies, until all she could concentrate on was the full feeling inside her getting worse and worse.
After what seemed like forever, it stopped trickling. Her ass felt strangely warm where the cool liquid had been flowing, and the full feeling in her tummy was still there too.
Basil eased the tube out, and Laila felt like she was about to explode as he put her on the toilet then stepped out of the room, something she was immensely relieved about a few moments later.
Once it was truly over, several minutes later, Basil returned and pressed a button on the side of the tub, making the solid covering slide away. A tub full of warm water was waiting underneath.
The design of the tub in this hotel room was slightly different to the one on the ship, or in the other hotel they’d stayed at, but all the bathtubs she’d seen so far were better than the miserable tin baths used on Pombos. Laila liked this one better than the others, because it was sunk into the floor, with a slight lip at the top, and the inside of the bath had a little step to help get in and out. It was deeper, too, and longer, in a nice oval shape. Basil held her under her arms and gently lowered her into the tub.
The water was the perfect temperature, and Laila found herself playfully splashing around.
“Are you ever going to get those bath toys you promised me?” Laila asked, as she twizzled one of her hands in the water to make a little whirlpool. She had to admit, she was feeling a lot less stressed now, even though she knew this was still a punishment. That enema had been more unpleasant than the time Flin had spanked her with the teppala strap.
“Yes, but you wouldn’t have them right now anyway, because this is a punishment day,” Basil replied. “One day soon, I’ll take you to the toy shop and you can choose lots of toys for bath time.”
“Yay!” Laila nodded and sat still as Basil rubbed body wash all over her skin. His fingers massaged shampoo into her scalp and she couldn’t help moaning in delight at how good it felt. She’d missed how tactile Basil could be, and how skilled he was at making her feel better. It was one of the many reasons she loved him.
“Close your eyes, princess, while I put on the overhead water.” Basil pressed a button on the side of the bath, and suddenly Laila felt like she was sitting in a warm, clean rainstorm, as the whole of the ceiling above the bath rained water down on her, washing the shampoo away.
Laila wondered why it wasn’t making the whole bathroom wet, but she couldn’t ask when all this water was coming down on her. By the time the water had stopped, she’d forgotten her question. Basil lifted her out of the bath and placed her on the pad of the drying unit, which blew warm air over her skin and hair, as it dried her off. She still wasn’t a huge fan of the drying units.
“All dry, princess; let’s get you wrapped up in a towel.”
He put a fluffy towel around her shoulders and led her back out of the bathroom. Laila thought Basil was going to put a fresh diaper on her, but instead he sat on the end of the bed.
“Bring me your hairbrush, please.” He spoke in a serious voice.
Laila’s heart sank and she went to fetch it. Holding it toward him in both hands, she asked, “What are you going to do with it?” She suspected she already knew the answer.
Basil took the brush and held out his hand.
“Over my knee, please, Laila; I’m going to spank you again.”
Laila nodded dismally. It was just never going to stop today, she thought, as she got over his knee. The familiar feeling of his hand rubbing her bare bottom made her roll her hips slightly. Then he brought his hand down and began spanking her, starting off with slow, medium-strength swats, but quickly building up to faster, burning spanks. Soon, Laila was shaking her head in distress and digging her nails into the floor under her fingers.
The burning feeling built up until her bottom felt like it was on fire. Just as she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, Basil stopped.
The whack of the back of the hairbrush took Laila by surprise, and she yelped loudly. Basil held her in place with his free arm, as she squirmed under the sharp whacks.
He was hitting hard with the hairbrush, and very quickly; the pain built up so bad that Laila was sobbing into her hair. There was no part of her that thou
ght this was unfair, though. Thankfully, he eventually stopped and gently tipped her back upright again, but then he said the only words that could make her feel unhappy to be released from a spanking.
“Go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head, and wait for the next round.”
For a moment, Laila stared at him in disbelief. Her bottom was on fire, all she wanted to do was rub it better, and he was calmly telling her he was going to spank her again soon, in the same tone someone might use to order a hot chocolate. Laila decided not to argue, so instead she nodded and went to the corner. She knew she deserved this, even if she felt like this was the longest day of her entire existence—even longer than Flin’s punishment.
It was about ten minutes before Basil called her back, and Laila went straight back over his knee without complaining, although her stomach seemed to be full of butterflies.
“You’ve got twenty more swats with the hairbrush,” Basil said. He brought it down on her sit spot harder than she’d ever been spanked, and she yelped and kicked at the stinging feeling. Soon Laila was wailing like a banshee, but Basil kept going. Her bottom was so sore that she was sure she wouldn’t be able to sit down ever again. How could something as small as a hairbrush be so biting? When it was over, he dropped the hairbrush on the floor and rubbed her cheeks—which must have been purple by now, she thought—until the lingering burning feeling cooled down a bit. Laila cried over Basil’s knee for a long time after he’d finished spanking her, and it was only when she stopped that he pulled her upright. She covered the end of her nose with her hand; she didn’t want him to see the snot on her face, but he lightly took her hand and pulled it away. He wiped her nose gently with a tissue, then kissed it.
“All better, princess. That’s over now. Just lie down on the floor for me, please, I need to put your diaper back on.”
Laila nodded and did as she was told. An upside of wearing the diaper, she thought, was that at least she didn’t have to worry about being spanked through the thick white material. She let him fasten it around her and put her arms around his neck when he lifted her up, clinging to him as he tried to put her in the playpen.
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