Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Gideon
My poor little doll. She’s still crying when Peter and I help her up from the toilet to clean her up. I had Peter start the bath when she first sat down, and while the tub isn’t quite full yet, it’s full enough for the two of us.
“Will you hold her for just a minute?” I ask softly, passing the sobbing bundle in my arms off to him.
Nodding, Peter takes her, his expression full of sympathy as he sways gently from side to side with her in her arms while I strip down to nothing. When I’m as naked as my little doll, I take her back from Peter and step into the tub, slowly lowering us both into the warm water.
“I think that will be all for now, but don’t go far. Just in case.”
“Of course, sir.” Bending down, Peter presses a kiss to the top of Isabella’s head. “Your Daddy will take good care of you, sweet Isabella. I’ll be just in the other room if either of you need anything.”
With that, Peter disappears from the bathroom, leaving me alone with my Little one. Her sobs have quieted by now, and she sniffles pitifully as she scrubs at her red-rimmed eyes.
My heart constricts at the sight of her. The punishment she just endured was necessary, but harsh even by my standards. And yet, here she is, curled up in my arms, clinging to me as if I’m her only source of comfort in the world.
I could not be happier than I am at this very moment.
Cupping her cheek in my hand, I brush at her tears with my thumb as I nudge her head back, forcing her to look up at me. Her lashes are darker than usual, thanks to the wetness still clinging to them, and her face is flushed from crying.
She’s beautiful.
“I trust you’ve learned your lesson about lying to Daddy and using naughty words?” I can’t bring myself to speak too harshly to her, not when she’s looking so adorably miserable, but the question needs to be asked.
“Y-yes, Daddy. I’m s-sorry.”
Pulling her close, I press a gentle kiss to her swollen lips. “I truly do not want to repeat either of those lessons, Isabella. Are you going to be my good girl from now on?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll n-never be naughty a-again.”
She will certainly be naughty, and she will certainly earn her fair share of spankings in the future. Especially with Juliet as an influence. But I keep that thought to myself. For now, I’m content to let her believe she will be on her best behavior for the rest of her life, and I’ll settle for being on her best behavior the rest of the day. While I trust Doctor D with my Little one’s life, we are all aware he does not tolerate naughtiness and the thought of her enduring a punishment at his hands brings my protective instincts to the surface. Better for her to suffer a bit now, than to put herself at the good doctor’s mercy.
Setting her in the water between my legs, I lean forward to shut the tap off. There is something undeniably sweet about being in the bath with her like this, even more so with her still sniffling and whimpering as she shifts on her sore bottom. Perhaps I’ll give her all her baths this way, rather than kneeling beside the tub like before.
Picking up the clean washcloth Peter left for us on the ledge of the tub, I fill it with body wash, making sure it’s nice and sudsy before scrubbing it lightly over Isabella’s skin. My little doll sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly forward as I run the cloth over her upper back. I work in silence, soaking in the simple pleasure of giving my Little one a bath while she surrenders quietly to my ministrations.
“Up on your knees, little one.” I keep my voice soft, both to preserve the air of stillness around us and to avoid startling her.
Isabella doesn’t argue, but simply shifts her weight, leaning forward on her hands and presenting her beautiful, red bottom to me. Peter did a very thorough job, and pride fills me at the sight of my Little one’s well-spanked backside.
Unable to resist, I cup one cheek in my hand, giving it a firm squeeze, eliciting a loud yelp from Isabella.
“Ow, Daddy, that hurts!” she whines, wiggling her hips in an attempt to dislodge me.
“I’m certain it does. Peter never does anything without doing it well,” I add with a chuckle. “You’d do well to keep that in mind. When I’m working, Peter will likely be the one taking care of you and he will not hesitate to spank your bare bottom again if you’re naughty.”
She whimpers again, and I take pity on her, enough to release my hold on her bottom. I run the washcloth lightly over her skin, and even though the cloth is incredibly soft, she lets out another low whine. No doubt it feels rather rough against her punished skin, but it can’t be helped.
Setting the cloth aside, I pick up the body wash and squirt it directly onto her bottom hole. Isabelle squeaks, jerking forward slightly, but there’s nowhere for her to go. And when I push one finger inside her, coating her inner walls with the soap, she shakes her head, her wet hair flying.
“No, Daddy, no! Nothing else in my bottom!”
“You need to be nice and clean for the doctor, little doll. Now hold still and let Daddy wash you.”
Dropping her head, she releases a shuddering sob as I work my finger in and out of her bottom. Her muscles clench around my finger, and I have to bite back a groan at the thought of how good she will feel around my cock. If I’m lucky, she’ll forget about her punishment enough to misbehave again soon, and I’ll have an excuse to fuck her tight bottom hole. Not that I need an excuse, since she is mine to do with as I please, but I prefer to save that particular hole for punishments. In my experience, Little girls learn best from a sore bottom, inside and out.
That certainly doesn't mean I can’t enjoy my little doll’s bottom in other ways. Reaching over my head, I grab the detachable shower head I had installed on both ends of the shower. I flip it on, using my free hand to spread her bottom cheeks and expose the winking star of her anus, making sure to thoroughly rinse the soap from her naughty little hole.
When she’s as clean as she can possibly be, I return the shower head to its rightful place. Gripping each of her bottom cheeks in my hands, I spread her open wide and lean in to prod at her clenched hole with my tongue.
“ Daddy! ”
Shock rings in her tone, and I can’t help but chuckle at how scandalized she sounds as I fuck her bottom hole with my tongue. She wiggles again, trying to escape, but I simply tighten my grip on her bottom. With another cry of pain, she goes still, her torso shuddering with the deep breaths she drags in as I explore.
Sliding one hand around her hip, I plunge a finger into her soaked pussy. And it’s not simply soaked because she’s been sitting in the bath. No, it’s pure arousal, buckets of it drenching my finger. Her sweet little cunt spasms around my finger as she cries out, whether in pleasure or protest I’m not sure. Both, if I had to guess.
I keep up my play, ignoring her cries of distress as I work her into a frenzy, bringing her to the very edge of pleasure before pulling away.
“No orgasms for you today, naughty girl,” I remind her with a laugh as I pat her quivering bottom cheek. “Come, let’s finish getting cleaned up so we can get you to the doctor.”
Isabella settles between my legs again with an annoyed huff, her bottom lip pushed out into a pout.
Poor little doll. Denied again. If she’s smart, she’ll learn from today’s lessons and she’ll abandon her plans of escape.
But I have a feeling my little girl is far more stubborn than she lets on. And I can’t wait to see what she gets into next.