SPLAT!
"Eeeeee!!" yelled Evie. She could hardly believe it, but that slipper hurt far more than the brush and the paddle combined.
Dylan tapped the rubber sole of the slipper on Evie's bottom. Once. Twice. Three times. Three gentle little pats, lulling Evie into a false sense of security. Then, drawing his arm back he whacked the slipper down again - hard. As it cracked down, Evie's eyes bulged as the stinging exploded across both cheeks of her bottom. She squealed loudly and carried on squealing with each strike.
"Murder! You're killing me!" she wailed. "I don't like it! I HATE that slipper."
"I know," said Dylan in a rather smug tone.
SPLAT!
"Yeooow!" Evie wriggled frantically. She was desperate to end the horrible biting sting, it felt like Hellfire on her poor defenceless backside.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
The beastly slipper made more decorative red splodges on her blazing bottom, eliciting further high pitched shrieks as Evie's rosy red cheeks bounced up and down.
"I'll be g-g-good," wailed Evie. Tears streamed from her eyes.
"Yes you will," said Dylan. He slipped the monster slipper back on his foot. It had done a good job. Evie's cute little backside glowed like a beacon. He gently stroked the crimsoned mounds.
Evie sniffled and wiped her eyes. Oh what a bastard that slipper was. She whimpered and mewled as Dylan massaged her punished cheeks, and as he continued his ministrations she once again felt that feeling in the pit of her tummy. Damn it. Why did a good spanking turn her on so much? It was one of life's mysteries ...
When Dylan dipped a finger into her pussy, her whimpers turned to moans of pleasure, and the fearful sting in her bottom abated to a wonderful warm glow.
"And what does my naughty little girl want now?" Dylan murmured huskily. He lifted her to her feet and she reached to unbuckle his belt, her fingers deft and sure of purpose.
"Please," she whispered. "Please, Daddy."
He slid his jeans down his muscled thighs, his cock springing free and jutting out like some sacred monument. Grabbing a condom from his pocket he tore open the packet and slid the rubber over his tumescence.
"It's all yours, baby doll." He lifted her and settled her on his cock.
She squealed again, this time from pure pleasure as she rode up and down, his hands either side of her hips as he thrust up into her again and again and again...
---oOo---
As the weeks passed, their relationship blossomed. They adored each other. Everything was fine until what they later referred to as 'the baking incident'. Evie was at Dylan's house one weekend. Having spent a delightful morning colouring and playing games upstairs, Evie decided to bake some cakes. She knew Dylan was particularly fond of carrot cake so she made a huge slab of it, and when it was cool, filled it with butter cream icing, and topped it with cream cheese and little pieces of chopped walnut. She then cut the cake into a dozen generous sized portions.
"Come try my delicious cake!" she called, and ran into the study. But Dylan was talking on the phone, and shushed her by putting a finger to his lips. Disappointed, Evie returned to the kitchen and ate a piece herself. It was good. Damn good. She ate another piece.
Trotting over to the study, she was quite put out to see that Dylan was still on the phone, and distinctly heard a woman's voice on the other end. They were laughing. Evie stomped back into the kitchen crossly. And she ate another piece of carrot cake. Though she was full and had already had more than enough, Evie comfort ate her way through yet another piece. She just kept on munching. She could still hear Dylan laughing on the phone.
"Who the fuck is he flirting with?" Angrily she slapped a piece of cake on a china plate and carried it through to the study. She had intended to put it down on his desk, but stopped in the doorway at his words.
"Just you wait," he said. "I'll come round to your house and I'll-ohhh..."
A piece of carrot cake flew through the air and hit him right on the end of the nose. It was followed by a resounding crash as Evie hurled the china plate onto the parquet flooring, where it smashed into dozens of little pieces. Then, still in a temper, Evie turned and stormed back to the kitchen, banging the door so loudly behind her that it almost came off the hinges.
A minute or two later, Dylan came through the door, his face like a thunder cloud, his expression one of barely repressed anger, and his eyes glinting in icy fury.
In those few minutes, Evie had already begun to regret her temper tantrum. She knew she shouldn't have done that. She really, really shouldn't have done that. She looked at Dylan and quailed, a pang of unease bordering on fear gnawing in the pit of her stomach.
Dylan said nothing. He simply stared at her. Waiting.
"I... er... I'm sorry," she began.
"Sorry? Sorry?! You damn well will be, my girl. What the hell were you thinking of, behaving in that disgraceful manner?" Evie stared, white-faced. The words were stuck in her throat. "Answer me," he demanded.
"I-I-I'd baked c-cake. I wanted you to h-have some," she stuttered. "B-but you were f-flirting and laughing with s-some woman."
"Flirting?? For God's sakes Evie, I was talking to my aunt - my 83 year-old aunt!"
"Your aunt?" Evie whispered. "Oh. I-I ... I got it all wrong. Oh dear. I'm dreadfully sorry." She gulped. This was bad. Really bad. She stood there, trying to keep her fingers from trembling.
Dylan took a deep breath. "Go and clean up the mess in the study then come back here."
Wordlessly, Evie picked up a dustpan and brush and a cloth, and scurried to the study. She returned five minutes later and deposited broken china and bits of cake in the bin.
Dylan pointed to the remains of the carrot cake in the tray. "Over half has gone. What happened to the rest of it?"
"I, er... um. I ate it," whispered Evie. "And I wish I hadn't because I feel sick." She gave him a pitiful look designed to elicit sympathy. It didn't work.
"You ate it? All of it?"
Evie nodded miserably. "I'm afraid so. I didn't mean-"
"Be quiet." He didn't raise his voice, but his tone and steely expression sent shivers up and down Evie's spine. "I'm very disappointed in you, Evie. Take down your panties and bend over the end of the table." He was already unbuckling his belt.
Evie flinched. Miserably, she complied, bending over and gripping the table tightly, her knuckles white. She heard the sound of his leather belt as he drew it through the loops, then folded it. She could visualise it in his hands. She actually enjoyed being spanked with a belt. But not this time. This was very different because she had done wrong and was about to be punished. He was behind her now. It wouldn't be long. She screwed her eyes tight shut and braced herself.
The belt cracked down on her bare bottom. Three forceful blows on her right cheek were followed by another three of the same severity on her left cheek. That was all. She had taken far harder spankings, but this one cut her to the core. Tears of remorse slid down her cheeks. She had disappointed him and she was so sorry. She mumbled out her apology again.
"I'm sorry. So sorry," she said miserably.
His response was curt. "Go upstairs. Strip naked and wait for me in the bathroom. I'll be up shortly."
Evie pulled up her panties, wincing as they came into contact with her bottom. Giving him a pleading look, she left the room. The bathroom? Her mind whirled. Why the bathroom? She didn't think it would be a smart move to ask. She ran upstairs and obediently undressed. The wait was torture. It was only ten or fifteen minutes but it felt like forever. Her apprehension increased steadily. She heaved a sigh of relief as Dylan's footsteps sounded on the stairs. But her relief was short-lived.
He came into the bathroom carrying a 2-quart enema bag and tubing. He hooked the apparatus up to the shower rail and turned to face Evie. His expression softened as he saw her frightened face.
"Contrary to your expectations Evie, this is not a punishment enema. We've talked about enemas in the erotic sense and you indicated it was
an area that you might like to explore. However, this isn't intended to be for erotic purposes. This is purely practical. You've gorged yourself and made yourself feel sick. This will cleanse your system. Right, I want you to get down on your hands and knees. I'm going to lube you up first so I can get the nozzle in."
"Lube? Nozzle? Oh.. but I-I don't like the sound of this."
"It's for your own good, Evie. Now, do as you're told." Dylan snapped on a pair of latex gloves and reached for the tube of lube.
Grudgingly, Evie complied, and waited with her arse in the air, her tight pink rosebud clenched tightly. This was the ultimate in humiliation, and it was about to intensify. Dylan coated the enema nozzle thoroughly with glistening petroleum, and added another generous dollop to Evie's presented bottom, swirling it around the winking sphincter, inserting his finger and working it around to ensure adequate lubrication. Evie clenched her teeth and grimaced at the invasion, sighing in relief as the finger was withdrawn. But then there came a new sensation as the nozzle of the apparatus was placed against her anus, and then it was pushed slowly inside.
Evie groaned in embarrassment as the nozzle went deeper, until the only part that was visible was the part where the inflater tube came out, her groan turning to a gasp as the water from the enema bag began to flow. Very soon she began to feel wretchedly uncomfortable as she began to cramp with the need to expel the fluid. She felt distended and full and totally humiliated with the long plastic tube snaking between her cheeks.
"I don't like it!" she wailed, as her insides gurgled.
"Then you shouldn't have demolished all that cake, young lady," said Dylan as he began to extract the tapered nozzle from her rectum.
"I need to go!" wailed Evie.
"Not yet. I want you to hold the solution in."
Evie began to clench and wriggle as her discomfort increased, waggling her bottom from side to side. Dylan surveyed her antics and hid a smile. "Ok, he said. You can release. I'll give you some privacy." He left the room.
Evie headed for the toilet just as fast as her little legs would carry her. Oh! Oh, what a blessed relief! She made a silent vow to never, ever, eat carrot cake again!
---oOo---
A couple of days later found Evie hard at work in the cafeteria. They were short staffed with holidays and sickness absence, and after lunch, Evie found herself manning the food counter as well as the till, running up and down, trying to deal with everything. She was so busy she wasn't aware that she was being watched by Celia Morgan.
Celia sat alone in the far corner of the cafeteria at a small table partly obscured by a decorative floral screen. She had selected this particular vantage point so that she could observe Evie without being seen herself. Gradually, the customers departed. Celia bided her time, drumming her fingers lightly on the table, her silver charm bracelet glinting in the sunlight from the adjacent window. Shortly before 4pm, Celia was the only customer left. She got up from her seat and made her way to the counter.
Evie looked up in surprise. She forced a polite smile. "Hello Celia. What would you like?" she asked quietly.
"A cheese salad sandwich. But I want it on granary bread."
Evie scanned the glass compartments in the cold food section of the food counter. "We have white and wholemeal. There's no granary, I'm afraid."
"So why don't you go check in the back?" Celia's pebble eyes glinted.
"Of course. I'll go and look." Evie turned and disappeared through the swing double-doors that led through to the kitchen.
As soon as Evie was through the door, Celia acted. She darted behind the counter, opened the till, grabbed all the stacks of twenty pound notes and stuffed them in her shoulder bag. Then she hurried back to her former position.
"I'm sorry Celia," said Evie as she returned. "We're right out of granary bread and won't be having a delivery till tomorrow. Is there anything else I can get you instead?"
Celia gave an exasperated sigh. "No. That won't be necessary. I'll pick something up from the shopping precinct." She turned on her heel and left.
Evie breathed a sigh of relief at Celia's departure. "Obnoxious woman," she muttered. Then taking a cloth, she began wiping down all the vacated tables.
Celia meanwhile, made her way to the staff cloak-rooms. They were deserted. Being in Personnel had its advantages - she produced a duplicate key and used it to open Evie's locker. Taking out the wad of notes from her bag, she stuffed them into the far corner of the locker behind an empty plastic water bottle, locked it again, and left with a satisfied smile. Let's see you try and wriggle out of this mess, you little upstart.
The discrepancy was not discovered until shortly before closing time when the cashing-up was done. From the till receipts, it was readily apparent that the takings were down, not by a few pounds, but a few hundred pounds. It was not often the takings tallied 100%, but the shortfall was usually either a few pence or a pound or two, if the staff at the till had given the customers the wrong change. The company took theft seriously. One previous employee had been summarily dismissed when he was found to have stolen £100. The evening staff logged the discrepancy and informed Mrs Jones, the shop floor manager on duty.
---oOo---
Evie was blissfully unaware. Dylan collected her after her shift had ended and they went back to his place. Evie showered and put on some cute little girl clothes. It was good to discard her work uniform and relax in little girl mode after the pressures of the day. Dylan brushed her hair and put it in two pigtails, tied with pink ribbon. She wore a bright pink dress with a round neck and little puff sleeves and looked bright as a button after her shower, her batteries already recharging. Dylan put a CD on and watched in amusement as Evie twirled and whirled to the dance music, pausing now and then to flick up her dress and wiggle her bottom invitingly.
"If you don't stop all that wiggling, there'll be consequences, little girl," warned Dylan. His cock was already twitching in anticipation.
"Oh yeah?" Evie's face was flushed with excitement. She stuck her bottom out and waggled it provocatively.
"Right, that's it!" roared Dylan. "I warned you, little brat!"
With a delighted squeal, Evie ran round the room as Dylan chased her. He let her almost escape his eager clutches, and then the mad chase started again. Evie giggled and ran lightly up the stairs, with Dylan in hot pursuit. He caught her on the landing, tickled her until she almost wet herself with laughing, and then carried her bodily into his bedroom.
In seconds, he had her pink frilly panties off and threw her down on the bed. She lay on her back panting. He splayed open her legs and begin to lick ... long, slow, teasing licks, from her calf to her thigh and beyond. He teased her labia between his teeth and explored her with his tongue, probing deeper, tasting her sweet nectar.
Evie went wild. This was heaven. She never wanted it to stop. She protested as he flipped her over and positioned her on her hands and knees, but then his tongue resumed its exploration, this time teasing her crack and her tight little rosebud.
"Oh! Oh!" panted Evie. She had never experienced that sensation before and she liked it. His tongue continued to tease as his fingers worked her pussy and the swollen nub of her clit. He toyed with her, bringing her to the brink, and then paused, denying her satisfaction.
Then Dylan paused and opened the drawer of the night stand. He took out a tube of lube and a condom. "Time for something different, baby," he growled seductively. He pressed the tip of his penis against her anus. "You ready for this?"
"Yes," she breathed. "But I haven't ... haven't done it before."
"I know, Honey. You told me. That makes this first time special." He applied some lube around her inviting little rosebud and slowly, oh so slowly, began to enter her, waiting for her to relax, and then moving forward a little at a time.
"But you're so BIG!" Her eyes widened at the thought of him. "Ohhh!" she gasped and groaned and then yelped.
It hurt for a brief second, and then the pain floated away in the incredibl
e sensation. He moved so carefully and slowly, totally in tune with her, giving her time to adjust to this new invasion.
Evie whimpered softly, and as the delicious heady feelings began to build deep within her, her whimpers turned to moans of delight. Her body took over, her hips rocking as she pounded against him.
His thrusts grew more urgent as he devoured the tight aperture, making her his, growling out his need of her. He slapped her ass cheek with one hand, the sound resonating in the room, melding with their heavy breathing and inarticulate cries of pleasure. And in that final moment of pure passion, Evie felt truly owned.
"Who is Daddy's clever little girl?" said Dylan, softly kissing her bottom.
"Me," she said with pride. Happy as happy can be she curled up beside him, snuggling into his chest, blissfully content.
"Was that good, my little vixen?"
"It was ... amazingly good."
Dylan laughed softly and stroked her hair. They snuggled for half an hour or so then went downstairs to make dinner. Evie made a lasagne and they ate it with a green salad and garlic bread.
Dylan poured the last of the wine into Evie's glass. "No more for me as I'm driving you home. Plus I need a clear head. I have an early start in the morning as I'm working in London tomorrow, but I can pick you up in the evening. Fancy going out for dinner? Somewhere a bit special?"
"Oh yes please. That sounds good."
"Great. I'll aim to be at your place just after 7.30."
He dropped Evie off back home at 11pm. She washed, brushed her teeth and tumbled into bed. It had been a tiring day, but a day that had culminated into the most fantastically erotic evening. She cuddled her teddy bear. "Goodnight Daddy Dylan," she murmured, and fell fast asleep.
---oOo---
The next morning, Evie and the rest of the catering staff were called to a meeting, also attended by Mrs Jones and two members of staff from Personnel - Celia Morgan and Kathy Carter.
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