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, Iím sorry to interrupt, but your daughterís 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 donít you tell them Iíll call them back?" She shook her head. "Iím sorry, sir. They said you need to come down there right now because Juliet got expelled. They said they didnít 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, Iím terribly sorry. Please excuse me for a minute. Iíll 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. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 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 youíre in, young lady?" He didnít 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. Youíve 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 didnít know you even knew such words! I donít even want to know where you heard talk like that. But Iíll 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 didnít 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 wasnít acceptable to him. Oh, she wished she could go back in time and start over! Why had she done it? Why? "I didnít think so," he said. "Then I want you over my lap. Iím going to give you a spanking, and afterwards, weíll 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, Iím sorry," she whispered, knowing it was useless. "Good. But that wonít get you out of this. Trust me, this spanking is the LEAST of what I have in mind for you. Youíre going to learn a lesson tonight, Juliet, and I hope itís one youíll remember when youíre 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 youíve done," he said. "Iím 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 Iím only doing this for your own good. Proper young ladies donít 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 Iím about to do is very hard for me. I donít want to have to punish you at all. But what youíve done is unforgivable and canít be ignored. You need a harsh lesson and Iíve never felt it necessary to do this to you before, but I think itís my only recourse now. What Iím 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 donít want to hear any fussing from you. Youíve earned this and youíre 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, Iím really sorry," she moaned, starting to cry again. "I know, sweetie. But I canít let this go. You have to be punished. Severely. And when Iím done, that will be it and Iíll 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 couldnít 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, Iím going to get the enema bag. I want you to lie here and think about that while Iím 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 fatherís footsteps coming down the hallway. Robert shut the door and sat down next to Juliet, stroking her hair. "This is the hardest thing Iíve ever had to do to you, honey, and I hope it teaches you a lesson. This is for punishment, and youíre 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 didnít 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. "Youíre 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 wasnít so bad after all. The water was warm and it was almost a pleasant feeling. But that didnít 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 itís 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. "Arenít 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 couldnít 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 Iíll be a good girl! Please!" "Juliet, I told you youíre going to take the whole bag. Every drop. Youíre only halfway there. Iím sure if I have to spank you, youíll have an accident, and then wonít you really be embarrassed?" She whined and took a deep breath, letting it out in a long, shuddering sigh. She couldnít 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 itís 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. "DaddyÖ" she moaned. Robert sat down next to his daughter again and passed his hand over her sore bottom. "Baby, I know youíre uncomfortable, but you need this. Iím not going to make you hold it because this is your first time, but if I ever have to do this to you again, youíll 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. "PleaseÖ" Juliet gasped. Robert couldnít 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 couldnít 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?" "Iím fine," she murmured. "You do understand that I only do what is in your best interest, donít 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 donít 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. "Letís go get some ice cream. Would you like that?" She squealed with delight. "Yes!" Robert smiled as he tousled his little girlís hair. She really was a good girl at heart. And he was very proud. n 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.

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