Embarrassing Story
by Delirium
Robert had already had a day from hell when his secretary knocked on
the door in the middle of his presentation. He glanced up in
irritation. She knew better than to disturb him in this meeting.
"Yes?"
he called.
She came in, a self-satisfied smile tickling the corners of her mouth.
"Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt, but your daughter’s school is on the
phone." She glanced around the room at the visiting dignitaries, who
shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
Robert felt the heat on the back of his neck. He had spent weeks on
this presentation. People had flown in from Europe to hear it. This
meeting could make or break his career. And his secretary was bothering
him with news from St. Francis? "Well," he said with exaggerated
patience. "Why don’t you tell them I’ll call them back?"
She shook her head. "I’m sorry, sir. They said you need to come down
there right now because Juliet got expelled. They said they didn’t want
to press charges, but - oh, I forget the rest of it."
Robert counted to ten in his head. Today of all days. And his
assistant was clearly enjoying the situation - humiliating him like
this. He addressed the room as calmly as he could: "Gentlemen, I’m
terribly sorry. Please excuse me for a minute. I’ll be right back."
He walked slowly out of the room and back to his office, where he
answered the phone with barely-contained anger in his voice. "This is
Mr. Thompson."
The voice on the other end informed him that his eight year old
daughter had been expelled and he had to come at once if he wanted to
avoid having them press charges. She had been caught in the act of
spray-painting obscene comments on the brick walls of the school.
Restitution was expected and there was no way his girl would be
readmitted. She was expelled. He explained about the importance of the
meeting that had just been interrupted, but the voice made it clear in
no uncertain terms that that was just too bad. After agreeing to come,
Robert slammed the phone down and ordered his secretary to make some
excuse to the men in the board room. Then he went to get Juliet.
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Father and daughter rode home in a strained silence, Juliet still
crying softly. When they reached the house, Robert took her by the ear
and led her inside. He set one of the wooden barstools down in the
center of the room and sat his daughter on it. She hunched her
shoulders and stared at the floor, terrified to meet his eyes, her
little feet, in black patent leather shoes, swinging nervously.
Robert had managed to contain his anger and when he finally spoke to
her, he was much more calm and reasonable. "Do you have any idea how
much trouble you’re in, young lady?" He didn’t even wait for her to
answer. "You have cost me a lot of money and quite possibly even my
job. My secretary seemed to think it was hilarious. You’ve gotten
kicked out of the most exclusive private school in the state and why?
Because you felt it necessary to broadcast your inappropriate thoughts
in spray paint on the walls. And got caught in the act. You have not
only humiliated me; you have seriously damaged your academic career. Do
you realize that if St. Francis had pressed charges, you could be in a
reform school now? Do you realize that?"
A sniffle was all the response she had.
"And you know the worst part of it all? The worst part is that I have
a little girl with a foul mouth and no sense of decency. I was so
shocked when they told me what you had written. I didn’t know you even
knew such words! I don’t even want to know where you heard talk like
that. But I’ll tell you one thing - you will learn the hard way that I
will not tolerate such behavior. Now, do you have anything to say for
yourself?"
Juliet shook her head slowly. So many things were tumbling around
inside her brain. She didn’t even know how she had gotten herself into
such a mess. She had tried to explain to her father that another girl
had put her up to it, but that wasn’t acceptable to him. Oh, she wished
she could go back in time and start over! Why had she done it? Why?
"I didn’t think so," he said. "Then I want you over my lap. I’m going
to give you a spanking, and afterwards, we’ll address your bathroom
language. Now, come here."
She trembled and slipped like a petal off the stool, taking slow,
halting steps towards her father. "Daddy, I’m sorry," she whispered,
knowing it was useless.
"Good. But that won’t get you out of this. Trust me, this spanking is
the LEAST of what I have in mind for you. You’re going to learn a
lesson tonight, Juliet, and I hope it’s one you’ll remember when you’re
MY age! Now - over my lap!"
She uttered a tiny squeak of fear before doing as he said. He
unceremoniously pulled up her uniform skirt and yanked her white cotton
panties down to her knees. Then he began to spank her, hard and fast,
watching her little legs kick as she whimpered and struggled. "Juliet,
I give you everything you could possibly want. And what do you do in
return? You should be ashamed of yourself, young lady!" He continued
to lecture her the entire time he spanked her, his hand striking her
poor bottom over and over.
The girl began to cry, more from the reprimand than the spanking. When
he finally stopped, he let her up and she scrubbed her eyes with her
fists, sniffling pitifully.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently guided her back to the
stool. He moved it into the corner and had her sit there, her bare
backside resting on the hard wooden seat, her nose in the corner. "I
want you to stay there for five minutes and think about what you’ve
done," he said. "I’m nowhere near finished with you."
She whimpered and squirmed on the seat, miserably regretting what she
had done. Her father had washed her mouth out with soap before for
using bad language and she feared that was what he intended to do
tonight. The five minutes crawled by like an hour as she listened to
the ticking clock. She tried not to focus on the seconds, as that made
the time seem longer, but the rhythmic ticking was hard to ignore.
Finally, it was over and she was allowed to come out.
Robert pulled her to him and held her tightly, letting her cry.
"Juliet, you know I love you. And I’m only doing this for your own
good. Proper young ladies don’t talk that way. That is not the way you
were brought up. Obviously, washing your mouth out with soap is not an
effective enough deterrent, so I am forced to adopt sterner measures
with you."
Her little eyes went wide. What was he going to do? The soap was
terrible; she shuddered to think what he could do that would be worse
than that!
He took her by the hand, her tiny palm completely engulfed in his
larger one, and led her to her bedroom. He moved the dolls and stuffed
animals aside, and set the big, cylindrical pillow down in the middle of
her lacy canopy bed. He motioned for her to lie across it.
She fought the urge to turn and flee, finally climbing up over the
pillow and burying her face in her hands, her bottom raised and
helpless, certain she was about to be spanked again.
"Honey, I want you to know that what I’m about to do is very hard for
me. I don’t want to have to punish you at all. But what you’ve done is
unforgivable and can’t be ignored. You need a harsh lesson and I’ve
never felt it necessary to do this to you before, but I think it’s my
only recourse now. What I’m going to do is give you an enema."
She squealed with fright. She had only heard about that before, from a
friend at school. But she had at least a vague idea what it must be
like. And she was terrified.
Robert placed a hand on her back and firmly held her down. Then he
lifted her skirt again and took down her panties, this time pulling them
completely off her legs. The whine his action produced was rewarded
with a sharp smack to her upturned backside. "Hush! Now, I don’t want
to hear any fussing from you. You’ve earned this and you’re going to
take every bit of it. If you struggle or make too much of a fuss, I
will use the hairbrush on you."
"Daddy, I’m really sorry," she moaned, starting to cry again.
"I know, sweetie. But I can’t let this go. You have to be punished.
Severely. And when I’m done, that will be it and I’ll hold you, and no
more will be said about it. But I need you to be a brave girl for me
and take your punishment."
She heard him open her closet, heard him rustling around inside, and
then he was behind her again. He gently took her by the ankles and
spread her legs wide apart. She was so scared she couldn’t even
protest. Not even when she realized he was tying her legs to the
bedposts. All she could do was weep from the shame.
Robert patted her on the head and said, "Now, Juliet, I’m going to get
the enema bag. I want you to lie here and think about that while I’m
gone. Think about what you did to deserve this."
The little girl pulled against the restraints, but she was held fast.
She raised up on her elbows and looked over her shoulder, her face
turning scarlet as she saw herself reflected in the mirror, her downy
limbs spread wide, her reddened bottom completely defenseless. She
thought she would die! How could she ever face her father again if he
did this to her? Yet at the same time, she knew he was never cruel. He
loved her and never felt funny about telling her so. Not like some of
her classmates. She knew what she had done was really bad, and she knew
she deserved to be punished. But this was more than she had bargained
for. She listened nervously to the running water in the bathroom, and
then heard her father’s footsteps coming down the hallway.
Robert shut the door and sat down next to Juliet, stroking her hair.
"This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do to you, honey, and I hope
it teaches you a lesson. This is for punishment, and you’re going to
take the entire bag. This is for your own good, and I want you to make
me proud. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her head still buried in her arms. She
didn’t really know what to expect.
"Good girl. Now I have to prep you first, so I want you to relax or
this might hurt."
She jumped as she felt his finger at the entrance of her bottom. Even
with her face buried, Robert knew she was blushing furiously, as
miserable as he had ever seen her. She mewled plaintively, her legs
straining against the bonds, as his finger slipped inside her gently,
slowly working its way in and out, loosening her up.
"Very good, Juliet," he said. "You’re making me so proud."
He removed his finger and she cringed in anticipation of what was to
come. She jumped again when she felt the tip of the nozzle replacing
his finger. It was cold and slippery and she shuddered as she felt it
enter her most secret place. She gasped when she heard the soft CLICK
and then the strangest sensation in the world overwhelmed her. She was
used to things flowing only one way, and for a split second, she thought
the world was moving backwards. Shaking off the initial disorientation,
she forced herself to relax. It wasn’t so bad after all. The water was
warm and it was almost a pleasant feeling. But that didn’t last long.
It quickly became too much and she whimpered, pulling at the restraints
and writhing with discomfort.
"Now, now," Robert chided. "None of that. The purpose of this is to
punish you and it’s not meant to be pleasant. What did I tell you about
fussing?"
She knew his question was rhetorical, so she pressed her face into the
pillow and tried to endure it bravely.
"Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? That you were such a bad girl that
Daddy has to do this to you?"
His scolding made it ten times worse and she couldn’t repress her
whimpers and moans. She was beginning to feel very full, like she had
drunk a gallon of water, and she choked back a sob as she implored her
father. "Daddy, please stop! I promise I’ll be a good girl! Please!"
"Juliet, I told you you’re going to take the whole bag. Every drop.
You’re only halfway there. I’m sure if I have to spank you, you’ll have
an accident, and then won’t you really be embarrassed?"
She whined and took a deep breath, letting it out in a long, shuddering
sigh. She couldn’t keep from squirming in her discomfort, though, and
Robert was not unreasonable. He stroked her hair, kissing the top of
her head. "Shhh, I know it’s hard, honey, but it will all be over
soon."
She managed to stay quiet for the next few minutes, during which her
father alternately chastised and comforted her. When the bag was
finally empty, he removed the nozzle and Juliet melted into the bed,
relieved that it was over. Well, almost. She felt so bloated, and a
little crampy. "Daddy…" she moaned.
Robert sat down next to his daughter again and passed his hand over her
sore bottom. "Baby, I know you’re uncomfortable, but you need this.
I’m not going to make you hold it because this is your first time, but
if I ever have to do this to you again, you’ll hold it for ten minutes.
Now, am I ever going to have to do this again?"
"No, Daddy," she said, writhing over the pillow. "Please, I really have
to go!"
"All right," he said calmly, untying her legs in no great hurry.
"Please…" Juliet gasped.
Robert couldn’t repress a smile at her childlike urgency. He released
her and she bounded out of the room as fast as her little feet could
carry her. She barely made it in time, slamming the bathroom door
behind her in her haste.
When she finally emerged, she was trembling all over and she couldn’t
look her father in the face. She looked a little dazed, and he took her
by the hand and led her to the living room, sitting in his chair with
his daughter on his lap. "How do you feel?"
"I’m fine," she murmured.
"You do understand that I only do what is in your best interest, don’t
you?"
She nodded.
"Good girl. Now I want you to remember what happened to you today every
time you feel the urge to be naughty. I don’t want to have to repeat
this any more than you do."
She shuddered. "No, it was awful!"
"Then make me proud and be a good girl from now on. Will you do that?"
"Yes, Daddy. I promise."
"Very good." He kissed her on the cheek. "Let’s go get some ice
cream. Would you like that?"
She squealed with delight. "Yes!"
Robert smiled as he tousled his little girl’s hair. She really was a
good girl at heart. And he was very proud.