The bedroom door opened slowly, “baby, are you awake?” the voice called softly.  Kristen heard the voice and fear leapt into her heart.  She thought to herself, “Well I might as well get it over with”.  “Yes Ma’am, I’m awake” she said trying to calm her nerves.  The door opened completely then and into the room walked her Mistress.  Her Mistress wasn’t what the typical Dominant looked like; she was of average height, a bbw with long red hair, and a smile that never seemed to leave her lips.  Kristen threw the blankets back exposing her naked body.  Her Ma’am looked at her with appreciation and moved to sit at the foot of her bed.  “Baby, do you want to tell me about what happened with your blood sugar this afternoon?”  Kristen swallowed hard trying to find the words to explain what had happened. “Well Ma’am I was really busy at work today and I was running late this morning so I forgot to eat before I went in…umm…and I didn’t eat any lunch while I was at work.”  Kristen could feel the blush rising to her cheeks as she tried to justify why she hadn’t eaten, but inside her she knew that there wasn’t anything she could say that would keep her from being punished.  Her Ma’am sat there and listened to her lilone trying to justify what had happened.  “Baby, what is the first rule in the house?”  Kristen swallowed hard, “the first rule in your house Ma’am is that I am to eat regularly in order to keep my diabetes under control, so that I don’t need medication to treat it.”  Kristen’s Ma’am listened quietly knowing how much her lilone struggled with letting someone else take care of her.  “And what is the punishment for not following that rule?” her Ma’am said in a stern voice.  Kristen lowered her eyes to the floor, “the punishment for disobeying your rule Ma’am is a spanking, and then an enema.”  Her Ma’am smiled and said, “at least you remember that lilone, I want you to get up and get your meter, make sure your sugar has leveled off and that you’re alright, and then we’ll take care of this punishment.”  Kristen moved to get up when her Ma’am pulled her close, “baby, I don’t like having to punish you for this, but you’ve got to take care of yourself, I don’t want to loose you.  Do you understand that baby?”  Tears erupted from Kristen’s eyes, “I know Ma’am, I’m so sorry, please forgive me.”  Her Ma’am smiled, “baby, I’ll forgive you once this is taken care of. Now go check your sugar like a good girl.”  Kristen stayed in the embrace until she felt her Ma’am push her to her feet. “Get going lilone; don’t make me punish you for this too.” She said quietly but with enough force that Kristen felt that she shouldn’t push her Ma’am.

     Kristen returned with the meter and showed her Mistress that it had leveled off and that she would be fine to take her punishment.  Her Mistress hugged her tightly and then pushed Kristen toward the corner in the bedroom, “baby, you’ll stay in the corner until I’m satisfied you’ve thought about what you did and why it’s not wise to do it again, do you understand?”  Kristen nodded, “lilone, I want you to tell me you understand, if you nod again I’ll swat you right now.”  Kristen whispered, “I understand Ma’am”.  Kristen stood with her nose to the wall, feeling small and young.  She knew she should have eaten, even on her way to work she thought about running thru McDonalds but had been late enough and needing to get to work she had just passed it by.  She sank into her own thoughts of why she now found herself in the corner, until at last she heard her Ma’am’s voice.  “Lilone turn around and come here please.”  Kristen turned around and tears instantly came to her eyes, not only was she going to be punished but now Sir was standing there, looking at her with that disapproving look of his when he was disappointed in her.  She rushed to them and fell to the floor, “I’m sorry Sir and Ma’am please forgive me, I know I’m stupid and that I don’t deserve you.  Please don’t hate me”.  Her Sir bent down and grabbed her hair, “baby girl, you have earned yourself an extra punishment with your words.”  He pulled her hair more, forcing her to look into his eyes, the eye’s of her Dominant were not harsh and mean, behind the sternness was the look of someone who cared deeply for her, and there was a softness about them that made her understand that she was the most important thing in their lives. 

     Her Ma’am walked away from the submissive and the Dominant standing before her, and moved to get the chair and the paddle.  The chair was a high backed chair with a soft padded seat cushion.  Sometimes her Sir would sit in the chair and pull her gently over his knee and spank her upturned bottom, but this wasn’t a scene spanking this was a punishment spanking.  She knew this one would not be pleasurable for anyone involved.  Her Ma’am returned to stand next to her beloved and hand him the paddle. “Honey do you want to punish her for breaking the rule or do you just wish to punish her for her words?”  Her Sir sighed and said, “Her words are what I will punish my baby girl for, you can take care of the rest of it.”  Ma’am nodded and stepped away to allow Sir to punish his submissive for her careless words.

      Kristen’s Sir pulled her up by her hair practically dragging her to the chair, “baby girl assume the position, and you will count each swat, and explain to me why you are being punished.” Her Sir said sternly.  Kristen grabbed the chair’s seat and spread her legs exposing her pussy to those in the room.  She could feel dampness between her legs, even being punished her pussy would get wet.  She felt like she was standing there for hours before that first dreaded swat came, she knew why Sir had decided to punish her for her words.  She had slipped and said she was stupid, the last time she had made that mistake he had nearly taken the hide off her bottom.  The air whistled and instantly the pain that shot to her brain reminded her of why Sir was punishing her. “One, Sir. I am not stupid” the next swat nearly took her off her feet, “two, Sir. I am not stupid” each swat came, harder and seeming to find a new unspanked spot.  Each time Kristen spoke the number of the swat and that she was not stupid.  At last Sir had taken her to 50 swats and 50 times of announcing to the world that she was not stupid.  When Sir stopped she was panting, and shaking from the exertion of holding onto the chair seat.  Sir handed the paddle to Ma’am and walked to his baby girl, her bottom was bright red and she would most likely have a few bruises in the soft parts of the flesh at her thighs.  He pulled her hands free of the seat and pulled her into his arms, “baby girl, you are never to say you are stupid again, you are my jewel, my heart, and you are Mine and Ma’am’s soul. Is that stupid?”  Kristen cried freely onto his shoulder, “No Sir, I’m so sorry.” Her sobs softened his heart to his baby girl once more and he kissed her softly and led her back to the corner.  “Baby girl, I want you to think about why you are now in this corner, and I don’t want to hear of you ever not following the rules, understand?”  Kristen swallowed her tears, and spoke in a choking sob, “yes Sir.”  Her Ma’am left the room with her Sir to give her time to calm herself and prepare for the rest of her punishment; she knew this would be worse since her bottom already felt on fire from Sir’s spanking.  She yelled at herself in her head, demanding to know why she had been so foolish, why she would jeopardize their belonging like she had, if Ma’am had not come home when she did to find Kristen “out of it” and gotten the juice into her, she surely would have died.

     Ma’am and Sir sat in the living room holding each other, “honey she’s ok, you got home in time and she’s alright.” Sir said to calm Ma’am down.  “You didn’t see it baby, she was so out of it, I was afraid she would slip into a coma” Ma’am said.  Tears trailed down her face as she held onto Sir for dear life.  He hugged her once more and said, “you best get back in there, Kristen is probably beating her self up worse than any spanking you or I could give her” Ma’am nodded and wiped her tears away.  She kissed Sir’s lips and left him to finish what surely had to be done.

      Ma’am entered the room stopping to look at her lilone, her baby.  She was beautiful if to no one but her and Sir.  She picked up the paddle and put it on the chair then turned and went into the bathroom to get the enema ready.  She returned with the enema bag, and placed it on the hook that looked like a plant hanger over top of the bed.  It was warm but would cool enough that it would feel cold as it entered Kristen’s body, this wasn’t a scene enema this was a punishment enema and it was supposed to hurt.  She walked up behind Kristen and touched her bottom, the submissive jerked a bit from the touch and Ma’am knew this spanking would hurt far worse than any she had ever gotten before.  “Baby, turn around and look at me” Kristen turned around and saw the redness of Ma’am’s eyes and she could tell that Ma’am had been crying.  Kristen rushed into Ma’am’s arms, “I’m so so sorry Ma’am, I don’t know what I was thinking, if you hadn’t come home when you did…”  Ma’am held her tight not wanting to think about the rest of that sentence until at last she knew she had to finish the punishment so that they all could get on with their lives.  Ma’am walked Kristen over to the chair and gently pushed her over to grab the seat of it.  Kristen spread her legs and took a deep breath. Ma’am picked up the paddle and walked behind her.  SWAT….the pain seared into Kristen’s brain, “One” she shouted. The paddle rose once more SWAT… “Two” exploded from her mouth.  The swats began to rain down in an even pattern until Kristen could barely say anything loud enough for her Ma’am to hear. Tears dropped onto the chairs seat and her knuckles were white from the pressure of her holding onto the chair.  Finally Ma’am stopped swatting her dark purple bottom. Kristen sighed thinking this part of the punishment was over until she heard Ma’am open the closet door.

     Ma’am opened the closet door and pulled out the pussy paddle that Sir had made, it was thin only an inch wide, but was perfect to swing upward thru a girls legs to swat her pussy squarely.  Ma’am returned to Kristen and stood just to the side of her upturned bottom.  She let the paddle rest at her side and then with a whistle the paddle swung upward between Kristen’s legs landing squarely on her pussy, Kristen howled in pain as her clit was hit.  Ma’am said, “You will never ever not eat when you are supposed to again.”  She swung the paddle again, landing once more on her clit, “if I have to punish you again for this, I promise you’ll not sit for a month”.  The paddle landed again, “you scared me half to death with that foolish behavior”.  Tears ran down Kristen’s’ face until her vision was blurred.  Ma’am stopped after the third swat but the pain still coursed thru her body.  Every nerve ending screamed and all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball.  Panting hard Kristen stayed in her position until she heard Ma’am’s voice say, “alright baby lets get this part over with”  Kristen let loose of the chair seat and stood up, her eyes never raised higher than the bed, she didn’t want to see the enema bag, or the nozzle.  She stiffly walked to the bed and crawled up into the center of it.  She lay down on her side and pulled her leg up toward her chest so that Ma’am had access to her asshole.  Ma’am lubed up the nozzle and spread her cheeks; she slowly pushed the nozzle into her rectum forcing it in slowly until it was settled between her ass cheeks.  Ma’am held the nozzle in place and clicked the stop on the tube, cool water rushed into Kristen’s bottom, with in moments the hard painful cramps began to rock her body, and tears welled up in her eyes, “please Ma’am, no more, please…it hurts so bad, I won’t be naughty ever again.”  Ma’am rubbed her stomach, “I know that baby, but you still have some more to take.”  Kristen wished she were dead it hurt so bad, but in a odd way she felt aroused too, her pussy was extremely wet and deep down even thru the pain and cramps she knew Ma’am and Sir, truly cared for her, wanted her and needed her in their lives.  The rest of the water rushed into her body and Ma’am pulled the nozzle out of her bottom, “alright baby you have to hold this for 15 minutes then I’ll take you to the bathroom.”  Kristen groaned, she had forgot that with punishment enema’s Ma’am always went in with her, and so even that most private thing was taken away from her. Part of her didn’t want the 15 minutes to end because the worst part was having to use the potty as Ma’am called it in front of her.  Ma’am knew this was the worst part for her girl that’s why she used it for the one rule that was the most important, the one that was designed to keep Kristen safe.  Kristen kept her eyes closed until she heard Ma’am say, “Ok up and in the bathroom time to go potty”.  Tears that Kristen didn’t think she had sprung to her eyes, “please Ma’am let me go alone, please”  Ma’am smiled and said, “no baby, you were naughty and I have to make sure you understand that you are not allowed to break the rules of this house. Now come on and let’s get it done with, then you can come into the living room and sit with me and Sir before bedtime”.  She groaned as she moved carefully to the edge of the bed, the last thing she wanted now was an accident to have to clean up.  She managed to get to the potty without to much effort and as she sat down on it, Ma’am appeared in the door way.  Kristen closed her eyes and let loose the enema, the noise and the smell brought more tears, she knew Ma’am heard it and could smell it.  Her face was beet red and the tears continued to hit the tiled floor until at last Ma’am said, “ok baby, clean up and come out into the living room”.  At last Ma’am left and Kristen was allowed some privacy. 

     She walked out of the bedroom and cautiously like a scowled child walked into the living room. Sir and Ma’am sat on the couch watching TV.  Sir looked up and so did Ma’am both scooting apart and smiled at their beautiful baby girl; both patted the seat between them, and opened their arms to her.

I hope that everyone enjoys the story.  It was written to show that the lifestyle can be loving and caring as much of my writing is done that way.

MD