Little Women Box Set

by Chloe Carpenter

  And when Daniel turned his attention to the underside of her cheeks, right at the join between bottom and thighs, Lizbet howled.

  SPLAT!!

  "You won't be sitting comfortably for a while," said Daniel.

  SPLAT!!

  "Nor will you be playing loud music when you're supposed to be sleeping."

  SPLAT!!

  "No! No! No!" yelled Lizbet frantically.

  SPLAT!!

  The final whack descended on her sit spot. Her bottom looked like a rosy apple.

  Satisfied she was well punished and had experienced a spanking that she hadn't enjoyed one little bit, Daniel put down the brush. "Come here, little one," he said in a softer voice.

  She ran to him, flinging her arms around him, heedless of the tears and snot and traces of mascara that smeared her face.

  "I'm s-so sorry," she said.

  "I know." He enveloped her in his arms, holding her close. "But you broke the rules, and you know what that means. It means there are consequences and you pay the price on your bottom."

  "It h-hurts real bad," she whimpered.

  "Daddy will take care of it." His hands were already soothing and gently stroking away the sting. "Let me go find some cream to make it better."

  The cream helped considerably, but it didn't make it better. Her face red and blotchy, Lizbet didn't want to go out to dinner, so Daniel ordered prawn chow mein for them from a local takeaway. The food was delicious, but Lizbet had to eat hers standing up.

  ---oOo---

  They talked extensively about plans for the forthcoming weekend, a weekend in which Lizbet indicated her desire to be an older little girl. She valued the implicit D/s nature of their relationship, and still wanted snuggles and cuddles and cute clothes, and Daddy to care for her and discipline her when she was naughty. Being naughty just came naturally at times. It wasn't always easy for her to be good, but she was good at being naughty. In fact, she was sometimes naughty on purpose...

  She was ready, eager and waiting on Friday when Daniel arrived to collect her and take her to his house in Windsor. She wore a short blue dress, with her hair in pigtails secured with blue bands.

  "Do you like my new outfit?" She twirled around the room.

  "It's lovely. And so are you." Daniel hugged her and gave her a warm wet kiss on the mouth. "Ready for off?"

  "I sure am."

  As before, once the car pulled up in front of Daniel's house, she handed over her bag, her keys and her watch, to signify that the role play was about to commence. Daniel smiled at her, his brown eyes twinkling.

  "I bought you a couple of outfits. Hope you like them." Daniel grinned at her and pointed to the staircase. "You'll find them on your bed. Go take a peek."

  "Yes!" She raced up the stairs. There waiting for here were two short flounced layered skirts. One was black with pink polka dots, and the other was sugar-baby pink with white trim. To go with them were two tops, one in black with short puff sleeves and a scooped neckline, the other had a sweetheart neck and the stretchy fabric was cream with yellow and pink stars. There were also two small push-up bras, one in pink and one in black, both with matching stretch lace panties. She picked each item up, quite delighted with the gifts, and then spotted the two shoe boxes. One contained a gorgeous pair of black patent shoes with kitten heels, the other a cute pair of pumps with pink laces. Filled with glee, she rushed back down to Daniel.

  "Thank you Daddy. They're wonderful. So cute. I love them all! I really do!"

  "You're welcome, princess. Are you going to try them on for me?"

  "I sure am."

  "Off you go then. Daddy has to take an important business call in the study. I should only be half an hour. Will you be ok while I'm busy?"

  "I'll be just fine, Daddy," she assured him. "Can I have a cookie? I'm hungry."

  "Yes - but only one. We don't want to spoil your appetite for dinner. You'll find them in the cookie jar in the kitchen."

  Lizbet ran into the kitchen to find the cookie jar had been filled to the brim with her favourite chocolate chip cookies. She ate one hungrily. It tasted so good she helped herself to another and devoured it.

  "Ohhh these are great," she told herself, and grabbed more out of the jar. She munched cookies all the way up the stairs to her little bedroom, and spent the next 15 minutes trying on her new outfits. Everything fitted perfectly, and she admired herself through the tall mirror, preening and twirling.

  There was no sign of Daniel after the half hour had elapsed, so Lizbet tip-toed down the stairs and along the corridor. She had never been in the study. The door was ajar, and she peeped through. It was a typically male testosterone-filled den with oak panelled walls, lots of bookcases, and a leather sofa. Daniel was seated at a chair in front of a big mahogany desk, and he was still talking on the phone.

  Lizbet sighed, wishing he would hurry up. She went back to the kitchen and put her hand in the cookie jar again ... and again ... and again. Looking at the clock on the kitchen wall, she could see that Daniel had been gone for almost an hour. Not fair when he only said thirty minutes!

  She went back to the study, put her head round the door and gave a discreet little cough. Daniel turned, gave her an apologetic look and held up his hand, splaying five fingers. Then he balled his fingers into a fist, and released them, splaying the five fingers again. Lizbet understood. Ten minutes. He would be through in ten minutes. So she smiled and nodded and went back into the kitchen.

  And she ate more cookies. She ate every single cookie in the cookie jar.

  After that, she began to feel nauseous and staggered into the lounge where she lay on the sofa, groaning.

  It was another half hour before Daniel finally managed to get off the phone. He went into the lounge and found Lizbet on the sofa, curled into a ball, hugging her tummy. Her face was pale, yet her cheeks were flushed.

  "What's wrong, princess?" He advanced, his face full of concern.

  "I feel awful," she sniffled.

  Daniel placed his hand on her brow. "You're hot. I think you're running a temperature. What brought this on I wonder," he mused.

  "And I have tummy ache," she whimpered.

  Daniel placed his hand on her tummy. It was distended. "Hmm, you're a bit bloated. What have you been eating?"

  Lizbet gulped. He was going to be so cross when he found out she'd scoffed all the cookies. She gave him a look full of self pity tempered with forced innocence and guilt. "Nothing," she lied.

  Daniel knew that look so well. Immediately suspicious he went into the kitchen and discovered the empty cookie jar. He took the jar into the lounge and waved it in front of Lizbet's nose.

  "And what is the meaning of this?" he demanded.

  "Um. I... er ..."

  "You ate the lot! You greedy girl! There were two big packets of cookies in there. No wonder you've made yourself ill. Well let me tell you this, I have just the treatment for bad girls who gorge themselves and then lie about it. Come with me." He took hold of her arm and yanked her up off the sofa.

  Up the stairs they went, and Lizbet soon found herself face down on her bed. She felt very uncomfortable. Little did she know she was about to feel a whole lot worse.

  Daniel went to the bathroom and returned with two items; a thermometer and a pot of cream of some sort. Lizbet felt too sick to look properly.

  "I'm going to take your temperature now Lizbet."

  "Ok." She moved and tried to sit up, surprised when Daniel pushed her back down and flipped up her little skirt and pulled down her panties. "Oh! What are you doing?"

  Daniel dipped the end of the flexible digital rectal thermometer in the jar of petroleum jelly. He advanced towards the bed, and with one hand spread Lizbet's cheeks apart.

  Realisation suddenly dawned and Lizbet exclaimed in horror and indignation. "Noooo! You don't take temperature's there! The thermometer goes in my mouth!" She turned her head, opening her mouth in readiness.

  But Daniel ignored her and slipped the thermomet
er into her rectum.

  "Nooooo!" Lizbet protested. Oh this was so humiliating. Why had she eaten all those damn cookies. She began to wriggle.

  "Keep still," said Daniel sternly. He held her buttocks together to stop her from squirming.

  "I don't like it," wailed Lizbet.

  "That's too bad," Daniel said curtly. He waited the allotted time then removed the thermometer, cleaning it on an alcohol wipe so that it would be all ready to use next time. "Your temperature is slightly elevated, but that's not the problem. The real problem is your stomach is crammed full of junk food. You need a thorough cleansing."

  "No I don't. I had a shower before I left home."

  Daniel sat her up. He looked kind of smug, Lizbet thought, and wondered why.

  She soon found out!

  ---oOo---

  Daniel methodically stripped her of all her clothing then bent her over the end of the bed.

  "Legs apart," he ordered. "Bottom thrust out. I'm going to punish you first with the tawse."

  First? "I don't like the tawse very much," she ventured.

  "Then you won't like this one little bit." Daniel reached under the bed and produced a formidable looking two-tailed tawse. It was thick and heavy, made of deep red leather. "Such a pretty colour, don't you think? Your naughty bottom is going to be the exact same shade by the time I've finished with you."

  "I'm a bad girl," she whimpered.

  "Yes. You are. And this is what bad girls get." He raised his right arm.

  CRACK!

  Lizbet screeched out in pain and shock. Daniel took his time, allowing the sting to develop before the next stroke fell.

  CRACK!

  "Yeowww!" Lizbet wildly waved her haunches from side to side.

  CRACK! CRACK!

  Lizbet squealed. Tears began to form, burning her eyes.

  CRACK! CRACK!

  "Owweee! I'm sorry!"

  CRACK!!

  "I didn't mean to eat all the c-cookies. Owwww!"

  She shrieked as each trail of red hot fire seared her throbbing rump.

  CRACK!!

  "Please!! It hurts!"

  CRACK!

  "Sorry! Sorry! I'll b-be good!"

  CRACK!

  "I'll be a good girl! Stop! Oweeee!"

  CRACK!

  Lizbet howled out her torment.

  Pain and penitence synchronized. White flesh turned to pink, and pink turned to red, and red blossomed into an angry crimson hue. Lizbet's squealing became louder and more frantic, her pleading morphed to an incoherent blubbering and wailing.

  Daniel discarded the tawse and ran his hands over her bottom. It was red and blazing hot. "Hot enough to fry an egg on," he quipped.

  Lizbet mewled. "Nasty, horrible tawse." She pouted and rubbed her scorched bottom. "Ow, ow, OW!"

  With another rub to her bottom, Daniel excused himself. "That's your bad girl spanking over with, and now for the next part of your punishment. Stay right there until I come and fetch you."

  Leaving Lizbet wincing and rubbing as she hopped from one foot to the other, Daniel went into the bathroom to make the preparations.

  ---oOo---

  When Lizbet was escorted into the bathroom, her eyes widened when she saw the two quart enema bag hanging from the shower rod. Her head spun. They had discussed this. It was something she wanted to experience, but now that the time had come, she felt horribly humiliated at the thought of what was to happen.

  "Bend over the bath," Daniel instructed. "That's right. Grip the edge firmly. It's time for your enema."

  With her face as red as her bottom, Lizbet obeyed. Daniel reached up and grabbed the hose and lowered the fluted douche nozzle. He handed it to Lizbet.

  "Hold this for a moment."

  He's making me hold it?! Oh the utter bastard!

  Lizbet stared at it in horrified fascination, and then her gaze went to Daniel as he picked up the liquid lubricant and squirted a generous amount on to the nozzle.

  Taking the nozzle from Lizbet, Daniel ordered her to bend over further. He spread apart her little red cheeks revealing the puckered rose of her ass hole, and used the nozzle to rub some of the lube onto her anus, then carefully pushed the nozzle slightly. The hose was clicked and the flow of water started.

  Lizbet gasped at the sensation of this most intimate invasion. She cringed, so humiliated. There was no doubt at all as to who was in control here - and it certainly wasn't Lizbet. For someone like Lizbet who needed to be made to feel submissive, this experience was a revelation. As the pressure began to build, she began to whimper a little, and then as her discomfort increased, she began to wriggle and plead.

  "I need to go!"

  "Not yet. You need to hold it in until I'm ready for you to release it."

  "But I really really do need to go! Please!"

  "No. Hold it."

  "But please! I can't! I'm full! Take it out!" she cried in desperation.

  Daniel stopped the flow for a moment. "I know the cramps are uncomfortable pumpkin, but just hush and be a brave girl. This is a perfectly ordinary medical procedure and it will make your nasty tummy ache all better."

  The flow recommenced, and Lizbet began to squirm in earnest. Eventually, when the bag was empty, Daniel gently pulled the nozzle free and let it dangle over the bath tub.

  "Now you can expel," he said. "I'll be right outside the door."

  With all that fluid sloshing around inside her, Lizbet felt as bloated as a beached whale. At that moment she didn't care whether Daniel was in the room or not. She hurtled over to the toilet and got rid of the wretched enema, silently vowing never to eat so many cookies ever again!

  She staggered out of the bathroom on wobbly legs. Daniel was waiting. He grinned wickedly at her.

  "Next time, we'll do it with you wearing weighted nipple clamps. That should be fun."

  "Oh marvellous fun." Lizbet grimaced sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

  She didn't touch another cookie for the remainder of the weekend.

  ---oOo---

  The next day was fun filled. Daniel took her to a fantastic rowing and flat-water canoeing centre. It was set in a spectacular 450-acres of parkland near Windsor. They had great fun canoeing, and afterwards had lunch in a little Bistro.

  "Just you and your little girl?" asked the waitress. "We have a nice table for two by the window."

  They ate Caesar salad with a bowl of fries as a side order, then went for a stroll round the shops to walk off their lunch. Daniel bought her some pink bows for her hair, and a pretty baby doll nightie with matching panties.

  Lizbet loved it and demanded she wear it for bed that night. But it seemed Daniel had other things planned, because when it came to bedtime he produced a pair of yellow pyjamas. Lizbet pouted.

  "What's the matter, pumpkin. Don't you like them?"

  "They're not grown up enough for me. I don't want to wear them." She looked at them scornfully.

  "If Daddy says you will wear them, then wear them you will. These are special pyjamas for Daddy's special little girl."

  It was nice to be called Daddy's special little girl, but Lizbet sulked because she didn't want to wear the pyjamas. It wasn't until she came to put them on that she discovered what was special about them.

  They were drop seat pyjamas!

  There was a little flap over the buttocks, held in place with press stud fasteners. Lizbet stared at it in distaste, she supposed their main purpose was to enable the wearer to easily use the toilet without removing the entire garment. That was one function, for sure, but Daniel had quite another purpose in mind.

  "You look cute in them, princess," he told her with a gleam in his eye.

  She pouted prettily, brushing her lovely long hair back into a pony tail. "Well I don't like 'em," she declared, stamping her foot.

  "Tsk tsk. That's no way to behave," he chided.

  "I HATE them!" she whined. "Why can't I wear my nice new baby doll nightie instead?"

  "Because I say so." He gave her
a warning look. "Now be a good girl. Come and watch TV with me for half an hour before bed. We'll snuggle up on the sofa."

  Lizbet followed him into the lounge, but she was still sulking like a petulant young teen. She sat there and fidgeted, and when told to stop she angrily grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it all over the carpet. The moment she had done it, she realised she'd gone too far.

  "Right," said Daniel. "That's it." Without further words, he grabbed her and hauled her over his lap. In mere seconds he had unclipped the fasteners on her drop seat pyjamas and bared her little bottom.

  "Ohhhh!" cried Lizbet. He was wearing his mean face. She knew what was coming.

  She was right.

  His big hand splatted down on her bare bottom, still tender from the tawse the previous day. She yelped and kicked, but Daniel just kept on spanking. This was no warm up spanking either, it was hard and fast. He covered every available inch of her bottom with spanks, leaving her bleating and breathless.

  "Yeowch! Ow! Oh! Stop! Please!" she begged.

  Daniel ignored her. "You're behaving like a bratty teen - and this is what happens to bratty teens."

  Splat!

  "They get their bare bottoms spanked."

  Splat! Splat!

  "Hard and fast. Like this."

  Splat! Splat! Splat!

  "Ohhh!" gasped Lizbet. The spanking stung like blazed, but ... it was kinda nice. The sting bloomed into a warm glow. And soon she found herself saying, "Oh yes, spank me harder! I'm such a bad bad girl."

  "You are indeed," agreed Daniel, and continued to pound away, beating a tattoo on her glowing rump.

  As for Lizbet, she became more and more turned on, and began grinding her crotch into the hardness of Daniel's thighs. As the spanking continued, she became desperate for release. Can he tell? Does he know?

  Of course he did. Still spanking her bottom with one hand - lighter spanks now - staccato spanks - he used his left hand to dip down below the drop seat flap. His probing fingers easily found her gaping wet sex and slipped inside, making her cry out in pleasure. Then those same fingers explored further, teasing the little hard nub of her clit .. circling and rubbing, rubbing and circling.