Vivian woke up in a
flash. She had no idea what time it was, or even if it was morning yet. She
felt well-rested. The room was dark, but with a snap of her fingers, a small
flame appeared on the tip of her finger. She held the flame under her
restraints, ignoring the ever-growing heat upon her exposed skin until the
restraint finally broke. Vivian waved the flame away, then quickly freed
herself.
She threw herself out of
the crib and darted across the room, her soaking wet diaper making her waddle.
There were no sounds coming from up the stairs, so she figured that the odd man
was still asleep. She crept up the stairs and tested the doorknob leading out
into her living room, surprised to see that it was unlocked. “Such a fool,” she
whispered. “I shall make my escape, then I shall return to snuff out his
pathetic life…”
Vivian opened the door
and bolted towards the front door, then whipped it open. She sprinted as fast
as she could down the walkway and ran around the side of the house, praying to
make it through the vast open field that lay behind her home to the treeline
where she could surely lose him.
A faint magical hum grew
louder and louder as she ran away from her house until suddenly, she fell to
her knees, unable to stand anymore. “Wha… What? No!” she grumbled, trying to
crawl forward. Her muscles fell slack, making her collapse to the ground,
unable to move whatsoever. A few minutes passed as she lay in the open field
before she heard somebody walk up behind her.
“Tsk tsk… I had hoped
that you wouldn’t try to run away. Good thing I put this barrier up,” he said,
scooping her up into his arms. “Now, come on, you, let’s get that wet diaper
changed so we can talk about your punishment.
Vivian had little choice
to but to allow him to carry her back down into the basement. He flicked on the
lights, then lay her down on top of an adult-sized changing table. “You know
I’m not going to give in, don’t you?” she barked at him.
“Perhaps in time. My
methods are… absolute,” he said, gently spreading her legs. He untaped her
soggy diaper and slid it out from under her, then taped her into a fresh
diaper. “There we go… all clean and dry!” he said with a grin. “Now… about your
punishment. Littles in training such as you must learn their lesson, so here’s
what we’re going to do…”
“Can you at least tell
me your name?” Vivian asked, struggling to move. Her muscles felt weaker than
jelly on a hot summer day, keeping her from resisting him as her heart so
desired. She wanted nothing more than to turn him into dust, but her spells
simply had no effect on him.
“No, but you can call me
Daddy from here on out if you want to avoid more punishment,” Daddy said.
“Ha! I’ll never call you
that,” she said with a smirk.
“Is that so?” He pulled
over a nearby chair, lifted her up, then sat down and set her down on his lap
in the classic spanking position. With a snap of his fingers, a full enema bag
appeared, floating in midair, the end of the tube glistening with slick
lubricant. He made sure that she saw it before he levitated it behind her. Daddy
lifted his hand, then swatted her padded rump with force, making her gasp in
shock.
“H-How dare you?!” she
demanded. “I am Viv-” Another hard swat landed on her cheeks, cutting her words
short. “Ow, that hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt,
little one.” Daddy pulled the back of Vivian’s diaper down, though not far
enough to make it so that her tinkles wouldn’t be caught by her padding. He
spanked both cheeks several times until they glistened red, his handprint
laying clear as day on both cheeks. “What is my name?” he asked.
“You didn’t tell me
your-” Four more swats on each cheek cut her off once again.
“What is my name?”
“I am not calling
you that!”
“We shall see…” Daddy
used one hand to spread his little’s butt cheeks, revealing her puckered hole.
He gently worked the tip of the tube inside of her, then let his hand come to
rest on the valve. “Last chance, little one.”
“Never!”
“Then you brought this
upon yourself,” he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. He opened
the valve, holding the tube inside of her as the bag slowly but surely emptied
into her bowels. When the bag was finally empty, he pulled the tube out of her
and snapped away the enema kit. “Good girl… taking all that must make you feel
a little uncomfortable,” he said. With another snap of his fingers, a hollow
butt plug appeared out of thin air, dripping with lube. Daddy gently worked it
inside of his little, his magic keeping the water inside of her from flowing
out through the big hole.
Flipping her over, he carried
her in his arms back to the changing table. He propped her up against the wall,
then snapped his fingers once more. A big bottle of water appeared next to him,
connected to a locking gag via a large, clear tube. Ignoring Vivian’s protests,
he fastened the gag around her mouth and opened the valve, stifling her words.
“That’s it… breathe in through your nose,” he said. “So here is your
punishment. The longer you take to empty this big bottle of water, the messier
your diaper will be. I’m certain that you can already feel your tummy rumbling;
that’s the water working your way through you. If you don’t finish your bottle
in under two minutes, then you’ll be given another enema and another bottle to
drink. Understand?”
Vivian could only simply
glare at him.
“When the bottle is
finally empty, my magic keeping you from messing yourself will instantly fade
away, and you will mess yourself without control.” He sat down in the spanking
chair and crossed his right leg over his left. “You may begin now,” he said sternly,
though his voice was full of affection.
“Mmmph!” She started
sucking on the tube that lay between her teeth. Vivian gulped the water down as
fast as she could, her stomach feeling full and bloated. She looked down and
noticed that it looked as if she was a few months pregnant, making her wonder
how much water was inside of her gut.
“Tick tock… you have
less than a minute, and the bottle isn’t even half empty yet,” Daddy said.
Vivian gulped the water
down as fast as she could, knowing exactly what the man wanted her to do; she
was going to be forced to mess herself, then with her weakened bladder, she
would surely soak her diaper.
“Five, four, three, two,
and… huh.” Daddy cocked his head to the side, a look of surprise sitting
plainly upon his face. “I almost thought you wouldn’t be able to make it!” he
said with pride. “Well done, little one. Now…” He snapped his fingers,
disabling his spell keeping the liquid inside of her.
Vivian closed her eyes
and groaned as the water surged out of her rear end, unable to stem the flow as
she messed herself in the worst of ways. A horrid smell filled the room,
growing stronger by the second as her thick diaper grew warm and soggy until
there was nothing left inside of her. Her gag disappeared a few second later,
replaced by a hot pink pacifier that she simply could not spit out. Her bladder
grew painfully full before it spasmed, releasing its contents into her rather
stinky diaper. The front of it grew thicker than her night time diaper as she
breathed heavily, glad that she was through her punishment.
“Now then…” Daddy stood
up and pulled the pacifier out of her mouth, twirling it around on his finger.
“What is my name?” he asked, pressing his hand against the front of her diaper.
He squished it all around, taking pleasure in his work.
Vivian spit on his face,
and as she was about to do it again, he pushed the pacifier back in her mouth.
“You should not have
done that, little one; that makes Daddy upset. I was going to change your
diaper, clean you up, and cook breakfast for you, but now you’re going to have
to sit in that diaper and think about what you have done and what you can do to
avoid that in the future."
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