Rising from my chair, I hoist her up into my arms, fury vibrating through every cell in my body. “Clearly my Little girl is overtired from her big day. You all enjoy our wedding feast, I’m going to take Tabby to bed.”
A chorus of “Goodnights” follow us out of the room as I carry my naughty Little girl up the stairs to my bedroom. “You were very, very naughty just now, Tabitha Grace. I am tempted to take my belt to your bottom until you can’t sit right for a week.”
“Daddy, no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Carrying her through my bedroom to the door that connects my room to her nursery, I set her down in front of an empty corner. “You can think about how sorry you are in the corner while Daddy figures out a fitting punishment for my naughty girl.”
Tabitha
I’m gonna be sick.
Or, well, I would if my tummy wasn’t so empty already. It didn’t occur to me when I was refusing to eat a moment ago thatit’s beenhourssince I had any real food. Now I’m wishing, for so many reasons, that I hadn’t thrown my plate against the wall.
Not least of all is the fact that I am, no doubt, about to be on the receiving end of a very painful punishment. That’s assuming Daddy doesn’t just decide I’m more trouble than I’m worth and send me away. Even as angry and betrayed as I felt after our “wedding” the thought of being sent away still makes my stomach twist with terror.
Then and there I make myself a promise that no matter how upset I get in the future, I won’teverdo anything so naughty again if he lets me stay.
“Come here, Tabitha Grace.”
Daddy’s stern voice makes me jump, and my vision goes black at the edges as I force myself to breathe, breathe, breathe. Gathering every bit of courage I have, I force myself to turn around to face my furious Daddy.
“Wh-what’s that?” I ask, pointing to the empty bag in his hand.
A cold smile curves Daddy’s lips. “This is an enema bag. While you were in the corner I remembered a conversation I had with my friend Doctor D once. He explained that sometimes when Little girls get backed up, it can cause them to act out of character. And you, my sweet little Tabitha, have been actingveryout of character.”
I can feel the blood drain from my face as I back up toward the corner, my hands behind me as if that might somehow protect me from this horrible punishment. “I’m not backed up, Daddy, I promise!”
“Well, just in case, Daddy is going to help clean you out so you can be his good, sweet girl again.”
Fresh tears blur my vision as I shake my head. “No, please, Daddy, I won’t do anything naughty ever again!”
Daddy raises a brow. “Funny, you said the same thing when you were getting your bottom spanked earlier. Clearly I went too easy on you then. That’s not a mistake I plan to make twice.”
As if to punctuate his dire declaration, someone knocks on the door of this strange room he’s locked me in.
“Come in,” Daddy calls out without taking his eyes off me.
The door swings open and Uncle Ford steps in, a sympathetic smile stretched across his face. “You said you needed my help?”
“Yes. I’m thinking my Little girl might have a tummy ache and that’s why she acted out the way she did at dinner. I was thinking a good soapy enema might help.”
Uncle Ford nods along as if this is indeed sage wisdom. “Ah, yes, that can happen when Little girls get backed up. Do you need me to mix up the solution?”
“Please.”
Stepping forward, Uncle Ford takes the enema bag from Daddy’s hand. “I’ll add a good bit of soap, too, so we can be sure all of that naughty behavior is properly washed out of your Little girl.”
Judging by the smirk on Daddy’s face, the soap doesnotbode well for me.
I’m so screwed.
“Please, Daddy,” I whisper. “I really am super-duper sorry. Please don’t do this.”
“Show me you’re sorry by being a good girl and accepting your punishment. Come here, Tabitha Grace.”
The absolutelastthing in the world I want is to let this sadistic man put anything up my butt. Just the thought of walking over to him and willingly putting myself at his mercy has my heart racing again.
If this keeps up, I’m going to give myself a heart attack before I hit twenty-five.
