... too big...." she stammered and then again attempted to rise when Anna lifted the nozzle and spoke to Molly.
"Go ahead and put a small dollop on her bottom-hole," she instructed. "You will not normally allow the additional lubricant, especially when giving a punishment enema, but since this is Lucy's first, we may be a bit more lenient." Molly dipped her fingers into the jar and moved towards the bed. Lucy screeched and rolled off the pillow, only to feel her leg captured and herself being hauled back over the pillow. Molly froze and then accepted the nozzle from Anna as the older woman reached into her pocket. Before Lucy could even think, her already-tender bottom was being smacked again and again with the tawse Anna had pulled from her pocket. Lucy was soon screeching and attempting to roll off the pillow and away from the hated leather.
"I warned you, young lady," Anna said calmly as she easily pulled the girl back into position and kept her there with one hand firmly planted against her lower back. "If you want to have your enema only after having your bottom thrashed, so be it." Lucy was promising to be good, to be still, the entire time Anna spanked her. Wanting to make her point, Anna gave the girl two-dozen swats with her tawse before allowing it to come to rest on Lucy's now welted and red bottom.
"Are you going to behave, or shall I call for your Papa?" Anna asked, and almost smiled with the quickness of Lucy's answer.
"I'll behave ... I ... I'll be goo ... good," Lucy hiccupped her answer, knowing she would die if Lucas were to see her in this position, nude, her bottom striped and pointed up and out into the room, an enema bag over her head, the awful nozzle waiting to be inserted into her bottom.
"Move an inch, and I shall send for your Papa," Anna warned, before returning the tawse to her pocket. "Arms folded behind your back, legs wide, if you please," Anna further ordered; Lucy sobbed, but obeyed. She felt the woman's fingers pulling at one of her cheeks, opening her bottom. "Apply the lubricant, Molly," she ordered, and Lucy felt consumed with mortification as her maid's fingers dipped between her cheeks, something cold and slippery being applied to her bottom-hole. "That's enough," Anna instructed and retrieved the nozzle from Molly. Lucy continued to sob, but forced herself to remain still as Anna pressed the lubricated tip of the nozzle against her tightly puckered bottom-hole.
"Relax your bottom, Lady Huntington," Anna said as she began to press the nozzle against the resisting orifice. "Stop all that ridiculous clenching, unless you wish to have Miss Molly hold your bottom open the entire time you take your enema. You will not keep the nozzle out of your bottom but will only earn additional punishment." Lucy attempted to obey, her mind seizing on the fact that the housekeeper had called her by her new name as if to remind her that even titled women living this lifestyle were subject to immensely embarrassing and intrusive punishments.
Anna ignored her sobs as she slowly but firmly pressed the nozzle into the small, virgin hole. Lucy continued to alternate between attempting to obey and attempting to expel the nozzle. When her muscle finally yielded, she screeched at the sharp but brief pain, her embarrassment acute. Anna didn't comfort the girl; she was being punished, and it should not be an easy thing to submit. She made sure she held the nozzle in place a few moments before removing it, to force the girl through another humiliating insertion. Lucy tried to block out what was happening, but her mind refused to allow her to escape.
"Instead of wasting your energy with needless worries about the nozzle not being able to fit into your naughty little bum, Lucy," Anna said, as she slowly inserted the nozzle back into Lucy's bottom, "You should instead spend your energy remembering the rules that your Papa has attempted to teach you." Lucy felt
"Go ahead and put a small dollop on her bottom-hole," she instructed. "You will not normally allow the additional lubricant, especially when giving a punishment enema, but since this is Lucy's first, we may be a bit more lenient." Molly dipped her fingers into the jar and moved towards the bed. Lucy screeched and rolled off the pillow, only to feel her leg captured and herself being hauled back over the pillow. Molly froze and then accepted the nozzle from Anna as the older woman reached into her pocket. Before Lucy could even think, her already-tender bottom was being smacked again and again with the tawse Anna had pulled from her pocket. Lucy was soon screeching and attempting to roll off the pillow and away from the hated leather.
"I warned you, young lady," Anna said calmly as she easily pulled the girl back into position and kept her there with one hand firmly planted against her lower back. "If you want to have your enema only after having your bottom thrashed, so be it." Lucy was promising to be good, to be still, the entire time Anna spanked her. Wanting to make her point, Anna gave the girl two-dozen swats with her tawse before allowing it to come to rest on Lucy's now welted and red bottom.
"Are you going to behave, or shall I call for your Papa?" Anna asked, and almost smiled with the quickness of Lucy's answer.
"I'll behave ... I ... I'll be goo ... good," Lucy hiccupped her answer, knowing she would die if Lucas were to see her in this position, nude, her bottom striped and pointed up and out into the room, an enema bag over her head, the awful nozzle waiting to be inserted into her bottom.
"Move an inch, and I shall send for your Papa," Anna warned, before returning the tawse to her pocket. "Arms folded behind your back, legs wide, if you please," Anna further ordered; Lucy sobbed, but obeyed. She felt the woman's fingers pulling at one of her cheeks, opening her bottom. "Apply the lubricant, Molly," she ordered, and Lucy felt consumed with mortification as her maid's fingers dipped between her cheeks, something cold and slippery being applied to her bottom-hole. "That's enough," Anna instructed and retrieved the nozzle from Molly. Lucy continued to sob, but forced herself to remain still as Anna pressed the lubricated tip of the nozzle against her tightly puckered bottom-hole.
"Relax your bottom, Lady Huntington," Anna said as she began to press the nozzle against the resisting orifice. "Stop all that ridiculous clenching, unless you wish to have Miss Molly hold your bottom open the entire time you take your enema. You will not keep the nozzle out of your bottom but will only earn additional punishment." Lucy attempted to obey, her mind seizing on the fact that the housekeeper had called her by her new name as if to remind her that even titled women living this lifestyle were subject to immensely embarrassing and intrusive punishments.
Anna ignored her sobs as she slowly but firmly pressed the nozzle into the small, virgin hole. Lucy continued to alternate between attempting to obey and attempting to expel the nozzle. When her muscle finally yielded, she screeched at the sharp but brief pain, her embarrassment acute. Anna didn't comfort the girl; she was being punished, and it should not be an easy thing to submit. She made sure she held the nozzle in place a few moments before removing it, to force the girl through another humiliating insertion. Lucy tried to block out what was happening, but her mind refused to allow her to escape.
"Instead of wasting your energy with needless worries about the nozzle not being able to fit into your naughty little bum, Lucy," Anna said, as she slowly inserted the nozzle back into Lucy's bottom, "You should instead spend your energy remembering the rules that your Papa has attempted to teach you." Lucy felt
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