by Becca Little
There was no build to the eventual agony like there was when I was across his knee. It was agony from the moment it first landed, and by the time he had covered my whole bottom and the belt started to land on previously punished flesh, my feet kicked and I bounced around practically screaming. When the punishment on my bottom became too much, my hands paid the price, although I only put them back a few times when it got nearly unbearable.
I knew what I did was wrong, but it wasn’t even the money that made it so bad, it was the fact I promised him I would be responsible and not charge anything to his card except for my books. I thought my debt was finally paid when the belt was thrown down on the couch next to me. I sobbed into the couch pillow, regretting my terrible mistake.
“Stay right here.” He said as he rubbed my head. “I have something to cool you off.”
“Thank you…” I said as I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.
“Don’t thank me. Your punishment isn’t done.” He walked into the kitchen and I heard the sound of our ice maker.
When he returned, he had a large mixing bowl filled with ice water and an enema bag. He pushed my punished bottom apart and slid the nozzle between my cheeks, deep into my anus. It hurt as it stretched me out and went deeper than anything had ever gone before. He held it up and then started to pour the iced water into the bag using a strainer. I had no idea I could feel such pain. When the ice water rushed down the tube and into my anus, I felt like I had been frozen from the inside out.
My teeth chattered and I lost focus on my punished bottom. It swirled around inside, each second adding more pressure and more chill. My blood literally began to run cold. I was too cold to even cry, and even if I could have, they may have come out as crystal ice shards instead of actual tears. If I could have expelled it, I would have, but he removed the tube from the nozzle, corked it, and pushed it even deeper, completely plugging me. I tried to stand up, to move around and stop the cramping, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. It was shivering and chattering so much I couldn’t even feel my toes.
“Are you cold? I can warm you up…” He picked up the belt again and walked behind me.
“Please… I’m so sorry.” I shook from the chill and tried to look back at him.
“Your broke your promise to me. That is the absolute worst thing you could ever do… It violates a sacred trust.” The belt started to come down on my bottom again. “You had a chance to tell me after it happened, but you didn’t. You hid it from me!”
Every time it fell, my body erupted in pain. It started as a fiery sensation on my bottom, and then it turned to soul piercing cold as the water sloshed around inside of me. I begged and pleaded for mercy, but none came. The lesson was clear. My promises were my word, and they were the only thing we had. He had never broken one to me, and I had no expectation that he ever would. It occurred to me that he likely shared that same vision before he got the bill in the mail. I had broken the bond of trust. The severity of the punishment was a necessity. It had to be something I never forgot, so that I never did it again.
I regretted every dollar spent, but I mostly regretted the action itself. I kept my hand steady in front of me and succumbed to the punishment. I still felt every crack of his belt, and I felt my body immediately freeze from the inside out, but I knew it was exactly what I deserved. I only hoped that once the punishment was done, we could go back to the way things were. I loved being his Little Sylvia, and I loved the way he took care of me. If that was my only route back to what I had shattered with my disobedience, then it was a price I was willing to pay. I would have paid it weekly, or even daily, if it meant I got to remain his little girl. When the belt once again fell beside me and he helped me to my feet, I clung to him.
“Please tell me you love me…” I begged.
“I do love you. Why would you think otherwise? This is because I love you. This is how I know you will never break another promise to me.” His words were fairly cold, but I could tell they were authentic.
“I won’t. I won’t ever again, I swear on my life.” I cried into his sleeve as he took me to the bathroom and unplugged the enema. Letting it go was the greatest feeling I had ever felt, partially because of the relief, but partially because I knew I hadn’t lost him.
“I’ll be right back.” He said as I sat there trembling. I waited patiently for his return. I heard him leave the house, and then return. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but eventually he did reappear at the door of the bathroom. “Come with me.” He said.
“Yes sir…” I stood and gingerly walked behind him.
“Strip off all of your clothes.” He ordered as I stepped into the living room.
“Yes sir…” I did so without question.
“For the next week, you will not know pleasure. You will please me every single day, but you will go to bed wanting something you cannot have.” He led me to the couch, which had a large pad of some sort on it.
“Nothing?” I asked.
“Nothing.” He confirmed. “Lay down on your back.”
I lay down on the pad and looked up at him. He picked up a device from the table and started to attach it to my waist. It was partially made of metal and partially made of leather. It had a flat surface which was tight against my pussy, and straps that attached around my hips, leaving my bottom exposed. I realized as he slid a lock onto the front that it was a chastity device. I would literally be unable to touch my pussy or feel anything there while it was on. There was a lump of metal which pressed into my clitoris and kept it tightly compressed.
The leather held it in place, but even if I managed the cut through that, the metal which was around my waist would keep it attached, and the small lock would prevent it from being opened. He picked up a key that I was sure fit it and attached it to a necklace. He threw it over his head and tucked it into his shirt. It left my bottom exposed, which I realized was a good thing for the current state, but bad if I upset him because he could spank me without even removing it.
I had no idea how I would ever wear it a week. A week without pleasure was torture, considering I had felt him inside of me every night. Being forced to pleasure him without feeling it myself would be nearly unbearable. I knew that was the intent… My discipline was going to continue, but it wasn’t going to be a weekly spanking. It was going to be a daily reminder of my dishonesty and disobedience.
“What if I have to go to the bathroom? I asked. “What if you’re not here to unlock it…”
“I’ve got that covered.” He patted something on the table and looked over to see a stack of diapers.
“I have to wear those all the time?” I looked up at him.
“You will wear them every day, and you will not change it until I get home.” He said as he opened one up and laid it beside me.
“Now, I do believe it is time for dinner.” He picked up a box of Chinese take-out.
“Where is mine?” It was noticeably absent.
“Oh right, your dinner is in the kitchen.” He stood up and walked out of the room. I heard the refrigerator open and when he returned, he was holding a baby bottle.
“That is all I get?” I stared at it and then looked over at the take out. “No actual food?”
“Food is pleasure.” He said as he handed me the bottle. “Food is a privilege earned and provided by me to a little girl I trust.”
I took the bottle and lifted it to my lips while he sat down and at his Chinese food. Watching him eat it in front of me was almost as torturous as the belt and the enema. The bottle wasn’t filled with milk, but whatever was in it was bland and disgusting. There was definitely no pleasure in drinking it, and I certainly didn’t look forward to spending a week having it as my only diet. He ate his food slow, and I was sure that was deliberate. I drank the bottle slowly at first, but then decided I just wanted to get it over with so I finished it as fast as I could.
Once I was done, I realized that it was swelling up in my belly and making me uncomfortable. I belched several t
imes and they tasted hideous. I had no idea that he could punish everything from my bottom to my taste buds. While he continued to eat, I sat with my arms crossed and pouted. I knew I deserved to be punished, but I didn’t enjoy the thought of what I had to look forward to for the next week. I would have to wear diapers to school. Sitting in a desk with my punished bottom was going to be hard enough, but the chastity belt was going to be tight and painful, a constant reminder of my disobedience for a solid week.
“You have no reason to ever question my love.” He said as he closed his box of food. “I told you when we made this agreement you would submit to me in every way. Being my Little Sylvia requires a great deal of trust.”
“I know…” I nodded.
“I want you to lay over the arm of the couch, across that pillow. The opposite of how you were laying earlier.” He said.
“Are you going to spank me again?” I asked with a whine. “My bottom hurts so much already.”
“No.” He said as he stood up and started to unfasten his pants. “I’m not going to spank your ass, I’m going to fuck it.”
He had never asked for anal sex before. I would have gladly let him have it, and likely even enjoyed it because I knew it I would be taken care of after he was done, but I knew there was no pleasure planned for me. I was simply there to pleasure him. I felt fear filling me as I took my position and he climbed behind me. The kindness I felt in his touch was gone. He squeezed some lubricant on his cock and pressed a finger into my anus. Even that hurt as he stretched my hole and moved the finger in and out. He pressed his hand to my back and bent me all the way over, pressing the head of his cock to my anus.
It went in rather fast, without much concern for the pain it caused me. I felt myself being stretched beyond what I thought I could be stretched as he buried it deep. It was not the same kind of sex I was used to from him. It was clear that he only intended to satisfy himself, using a convenient hole that I wouldn’t get pleasure from. Perhaps if he went slower, or gave me time to adjust, I would have been able to get something from it, but that wasn’t what it was about. I knew that. The tightness of my last virgin hole prevented him from pounding me very hard in the beginning, but by the time he was ready to cum, he was moving fairly fast, slamming his hips into my punished bottom.
I was certain the enema had helped loosen me up, otherwise it would have hurt me a lot more than it did. He grunted a few times and then I felt his warm cum explode into me. He finished up and withdrew quickly and started dressing before I could even turn around.
“On your back.” He said as he picked up the diaper.
He left his seed in my anus, slowly leaking out as he strapped the diaper on top of the chastity device. The plastic rubbed me in the wrong places, and since the chastity device kept me from feeling anything in my vagina or my clitoris, it became another component of my punishment. He took me upstairs to one of the spare bedroom and put me to bed. Apparently, I would not even have the luxury of sleeping in his arms while I was being punished.
Chapter 12
After the lights went out, I rolled over and cried into my pillow. I was a fool. I had a good thing, and I let my own stupidity break his trust in me. The only light left in my world was the fact it would only last a week. Even a day without his love and affection seemed like an eternity. I had no idea how I was ever going to survive a week without the gentleness of his loving touch. Unfortunately, I had to endure that. The shame of my disappointment was felt daily as I went to school and suffered through the day, only to suffer underneath the coldness of his withdrawn affection when I got home.
I was a shell of the person I once was. I didn’t want to exist in a world he wasn’t part of. Every night I got a lecture on honesty, integrity, and trust. After the lecture was done, he cleaned me up, gave me a new enema, and fucked me in a way I got no pleasure from. When he had emptied his cock in my anus, the diaper was replaced and I was left to suffer in the darkness again. Every night, the nightmares came back. They were terrible dreams of my life in a void, always calling out for him, yet getting no response.
“Do you feel like you’ve learned your lesson?” He asked as the final day arrived.
“Yes sir… Yes, I have.” I nodded furiously as he cleaned me up and unlocked the chastity device. It felt like the very personification of freedom.
“This has been a hard lesson for me to teach you. I wanted nothing more than to take you into my arms so many times over the course of the last week, but I had to be sure this was a lesson you remembered for the rest of our lives together.” He sat down and handed me a box of Chinese take-out. It smelled like heaven.
“I swear it will never happen again…” I said as I opened the box and had my first taste of real food in a week.
“Naughty behavior, I can deal with. Disobedience, I can handle with the palm of my hand. Dishonesty and broken promises, I cannot tolerate. You will not get another chance. If you break another promise to me, you will be out of my life forever.” The callousness of his words shook me to the pit of my stomach.
“I understand. Believe me, I completely understand.” I nodded furiously.
“Good, why don’t we have dinner and then you can go put on something sexy for me. I’ve been craving your pussy for far too long…” He grinned at me and started to eat.
It was a lesson I needed. I understood that as we made love like we had never made love before. Everything he had done was necessary. From the moment he first posted my bail, he had done nothing but help me become the person I needed to be. I knew dishonesty and broken promises had been purged from me. They were purged just like my desire to drink and drive had been forgotten after being sentenced and spanked weekly for my crimes.
I was his Little Sylvia, but I was no longer a stupid child. His forgiveness had been earned, and my heart had been taken. If I was cast aside for my mistakes, I would have left it there with him for him to hold just like he held me—an eternal torment awaited me if I ever violated his trust again. The week I spent in an emotional hole had been harsh, but I was better because of it. Our lives continued, just like the momentary interruption had never come.
He never mentioned the bill again, and I assumed he had paid it, because he never asked for the money. I wasn’t brave enough to ask, because I wanted the past to stay buried. There were little reminders, like the bottle in the cupboard and the diapers stacked under the sink next to the enema bag. I thought about asking him to get rid of them, but in a way, it was good for me to see them.
Epilogue: Judge Cole
I never dreamed that the perfect woman I sought would come in the form of Frank Henderson’s daughter. She might as well have been forbidden fruit to me, regardless of how old she was. I stood next to Frank’s grave and sat a Bud Light on his tombstone. I stared at it for a moment and twisted the top off of my own. I took a swig and leaned over, tapping the bottle against the one I had placed there for him.
“So, I’m a judge now.” I said as I stared at the dirt. “And I’m fucking your daughter.”
I stared at the dirt for a moment, waiting to see if he rolled over in his grave and caused an earthquake or came crawling out of the dirt like a zombie.
“The pretty one…” I said. “Sylvia.”
I kept my eyes on the ground for a few minutes and then took another drink of my beer.
“I know.” I shook my head. “I promised to look after her. I did! I kept my promise. I just didn’t do it exactly as you intended.”
I knelt down and put my hand on his tombstone.
“I love her, Frank. I know you would never understand that. Hell, I don’t even understand it half the time. You said your other kid got your stubbornness, but I think Sylvia got more of it than she did.” I drank my beer and sighed. “Save me a spot in hell, Frank. I’m going to marry her.”
I stood up and walked back towards my car. I threw my beer off to the side of the road, not even finishing it. I climbed behind the wheel and cranked up the car, looking over toward
s Frank’s grave. He was at peace, with the woman he loved. They really did have something special. I felt the same way about Sylvia. She had captured every bit of my heart. She was the submissive little girl I needed and the woman strong enough to take on the role. There was no way in hell I was letting her get away from me.
Epilogue: Sylvia Cole
It was a bit of a scandal when the newspaper ran our engagement announcement. People talked—they talked a lot. Dalton had some years on me and he was my father’s partner, so they used words like daddy issues to describe me and dirty old man to describe him. They had no idea what we had together. They didn’t understand it and I didn’t care. I walked down the aisle and became his bride, taking his name and permanently securing my place as his Little Sylvia.
“I love you so much…” He said as he picked me up and carried me across the threshold of our vacation cabin.
“I love you too.” I said as he gently placed me on the ground.
Our lips met and we started kissing immediately. I was hungry for his touch again and I really didn’t want to waste a second of our honeymoon. He reached around and unzipped the dress I wore the reception, letting it slide to the floor. His finger quickly circled my clitoris as I groaned. I rubbed his cock through his black dress pants, feeling it hard and ready for action. I unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down, quickly exposing his cock so I could wrap my hand around it. I stroked his cock while his finger rubbed my circled my clitoris. My whole body shuddered with his touch.
After several minutes of pleasure, he removed his finger from my panties and finished undressing me. I quickly started to do the same to him. Our naked bodies pressed against each other as we stood in a heap of our clothes and I felt the heat resonating between us. He walked over and hit a button, instantly igniting the fireplace. I was impressed with the ingenuity, and the rental company for have the forethought to put logs in the fireplace. Our lips met again and he started pushing me towards the bed.