--Supervised Correction--

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Danielle played the message on her answering machine for the third time. She was secretly hoping each time she played it that the message from her Daddy would change; reality said it wouldn't.  His instructions to call him immediately when she got home from work, and explain the call he had received from her husband about some naughty behavior. She picked up the phone and swallowed hard.

Danielle made the call; with fingers trembling and her tummy in knots she dialed her daddy, knowing she would soon be a very sorry little girl.

“Daddy I was naughty, and … umm I need to be punished.”  Her voice, usually strong and unwavering, seemed to melt into the little girl she had become as she dialed.

“Oh? And what have you done this time, young lady?”  Her Daddy knew how hard it was to make these phone calls to him, he wanted to reach thru the phone and comfort her, but he knew if he did she would not respect him or come to him for him to deal with her naughty behavior.

In a quiet voice as small as a child's Danielle explained her bad behavior.  She told him of hiding the monthly bills and then using the money to buy kinky videos.  “What kind of videos Danielle,” he asked.  She pleaded with him not to have to tell, telling him that she was too embarrassed to describe them.  Her Daddy seemed to relent; however, Danielle was unaware that he would extract a full confession from her at a later time.

Danielle cringed when her Daddy told her to go to her bedroom, and that he would be over in a little while to deal with her naughty behavior.  She knew what that meant, bare bottom elevated over pillows on the bed, panties down, thinking about her actions and the consequences they would bring.

Danielle went to her room.  As she prepared herself, she began to think about what was going to happen.  She knew she had been naughty.  She knew there would be consequences.  She knew why she would soon be lying on her tummy with her panties down and her t-shirt up ..... waiting.

She finished her preparations, lay down on the bed, on her tummy, her panties down.  How long would she have to wait like that?  How long, before daddy came to deliver the much dreaded punishment.  She knew what it would be .... or did she?  Daddy had a way of keeping her on her toes and never delivering the same punishment twice.  Well at least not the same exact punishment.

Why on earth hadn't she just told him the truth, she thought.  Over and over again he had told her that, if she came to him first, before he discovered her deceit, then he would go easier on her.  But each time she thought he would never find out.  And each time she was genuinely surprised when he confronted her with her behavior.  She felt like she would never learn.  But tonight daddy promised her that he was going to teach her a lesson she would never forget.  The butterflies in her tummy were doing flip-flops, and for the first time in their friendship she was scared.

Danielle heard noises and she knew that her Daddy had arrived at her door.  She knew it would not be long before he came to her to deliver her punishment.  She closed her eyes and rested her head on the remaining pillow on the bed.  Her hips utilizing the other two to make them protrude exposing her bare behind and shaved privates.  That was the rule: if you act like a naughty schoolgirl then you would be treated like a naughty schoolgirl.  Danielle blushed when she recalled how many times her Daddy had repeated those words to her, and giggled, forgetting for a moment about the predicament she was in as she thought about how little effect her Daddy’s words to her had had.  She was glad her Daddy wasn’t there to see her  laughing…”

**

Unfortunately for Danielle, while she had been lost in thought, her Daddy had quietly climbed the stairs to her room, and had indeed heard her laugh from the doorway where he had been watching for the last five minutes.

“Is this how you think about your naughty behavior when I send you to your room to wait for me,” he said, loudly.  Danielle jumped at the sudden noise.  “Ummmmm, sorry Daddy I didn't see you there,” she said.

“Obviously you didn't see me standing here.  And why are you giggling, when you’re supposed to be thinking about your naughty behavior?”  “Well?,” he prompted, when Danielle did not answer him.

“Umm, well Daddy I was … um … never mind  it doesn't seem so funny anymore.”  She looked off to the side, avoiding his eyes.

Danielle’s Daddy walked over to the dresser and opened the second drawer.  Danielle did not watch him, she didn't have to.  She knew he was taking out that icky hospital gown.  Ever since her Daddy had brought that to her home she had hated it.  “Punishment gown,” he called it.  Well it was punishment just putting it on.  She hated the way it left her bottom all exposed.  And any second now he would come over to the bed with it and tell her to put it on.

**

And as she expected, soon enough her Daddy had come to the side of the bed, and was standing looking down at her bare bottom.

He sighed.  “Today, Danielle, my naughty little girl, our plans have changed.   You see, I’ve decided that we aren’t going to take care of your bad behavior here, in the privacy of your own home.”

Danielle swung her head around to look at her Daddy, but did not speak, and she didn’t dare question him.  In any case, she had learned from long experience that questioning was pointless.  He would do what he decided needed to be done, period.  He’d been her Daddy for a long time, long enough that the days of safe words and preferences were long gone.

Soon Danielle felt her Daddy patting her heinie, and then his strict voice telling her to put her head down on the bed and stick her bottom up.

He took a medium butt plug out of the bag he was carrying.  It was the bag with her name on it, with her personal items in it for when she was naughty.

She heard the noise of the top being taken off the jar of Vaseline and she cringed.  She felt him part her cheeks and slide a gloved lubed finger into her most private orifice.  Instinctively, she clenched her anus.  “You know better than to close your bottom off from me, young lady,” he said, speaking quietly; but his tone struck a chord within her, and she immediately pushed to open herself for his intrusion.

“Daddy needs to make sure you understand that is a punishment, and so I am putting a plug with Vicks on it into your bottom for you to keep there until we arrive at the place where you’re going to be punished.”  Danielle hated it when Daddy put Vicks on a plug in her bottom.  She hated even having the invasion of a plug; it embarrassed her terribly.  And the Vicks stung her little bottomhole terribly.

Danielle opened her mouth to speak. Her Daddy cut her off.

“Did you want to say something, young lady? You know that arguing with me increases your punishment.  Perhaps you wanted to tell me that your naughty behind needs a glycerin suppository in it as well?”  Danielle closed her mouth, and put her head down in submission.  Pleading would do no good.

As her Daddy slid his finger in and out of her bottom, Danielle's face became increasingly red.  She was thankful that all of her punishments were done in private so no one else could see her humiliation.  At last her Daddy removed his finger, and Danielle gave a sigh.  Her relief was short lived, however,  and soon she felt her Daddy inserting the butt plug all the way into her tight bottom hole, the Vicks on it feeling cold at first, and then, after a minute or so, stinging her tight backside.  Once again her instincts told her body to tighten up.  This time her resistance was met with several sharp smacks to her behind, and a warning that, if she tightened up again, the suppository would be used.

**

With the butt plug firmly in place, her Daddy told Danielle to stand up, and that it was time for them to go to the place where she would be punished.  He helped her take off her shirt and put on the hospital gown, with the opening in the back leaving her bottom completely exposed.  Daddy then led Danielle down the stairs and into the garage where he had put his car.  As effective as it would have been to parade the naughty girl outside for all to see, it wasn’t appropriate for the neighbors to witness his little girl in disgrace.  That sight would be reserved for people who could understand why her punishment was appropriate, people who would approve of it.

**

Daddy pulled his car up to the front of the house of his good friend Laura, a fellow submissive and recipient of enemas and other forms of anal discipline.  She greeted them at the door, a hug for Daddy, and a knowing look of sympathy for Danielle.

Daddy made the introductions.  “Danielle, this is my good friend Laura .  She’ll be helping us out today, and I want you to be a good girl and do everything that she tells you to do.”  Danielle gave a shy smile to Laura, and thanked her for having them over.  Her embarrassment knowing she was so exposed wearing the awful punishment gown made this otherwise normal introduction very humiliating.

Without further ado, Daddy took Danielle by the wrist and led her like a naughty child through the foyer, the family room, and, finally, to a large room open room at the back of the house.

Danielle's eyes darted around to see what, if anything, had been set up for her session.  Other then a punishment stool, which she was all too familiar with, the rest of the room was sparsely furnished.  However, on both sides of the room there were accordion doors, which she assumed opened up to areas that would enlarge the room if needed.

Danielle’s Daddy spoke.  “Danielle, I’m going to leave you with Laura now.  She’s going to help you to prepare for your punishment.  I know you aren’t going to give her any trouble.  If you do … you know that your punishment from me will increase.  Do you understand?” Danielle gave a soft-spoken “Yes, Daddy,” and watched, forlornly, as her Daddy left the room.

**

Once her Daddy had gone, Laura gestured to Danielle to follow her, so Danielle dutifully began to walk behind Laura out of the room.  As they passed by one set of the accordion doors, Laura stopped, took the handle, and pulled the partition opened.  Danielle's eyes went wide.  There was an examining table and all of the equipment for an enema set up and laid out in plain view.   Danielle stopped to stare at all the paraphernalia.

“Did I tell you to stop walking?”  Danielle met Laura's eyes with startled surprise.  Gone was the shy lady who met them at the door.  “I asked you a question young lady, and I expect an answer … NOW!”

Danielle was too stunned to speak.  All of a sudden, Laura took hold of Danielle's ear lobe and pulled her by it to her a straight back chair.  She sat down and ordered Danielle to bend over her lap.

“You may not have known this, young lady, but in addition to being punished by your Daddy, I also assist him in administering punishment.  Especially to naughty young ladies who are already in trouble and who continue to exhibit that same disobedience when they come to visit my home!”

Danielle found herself pulled over Laura's lap, and was horrified when Laura began to untie the back of the punishment gown she was wearing.  Danielle tensed, and then squirmed herself off Laura's lap onto the floor, embarrassed that the bare behind and the plug her Daddy had pushed into it was so exposed to this women she had only just met.

At that very moment Daddy reappeared, and taking in the scene, strode with purpose to Danielle and put his hand around her upper arm.  “And just what do you think you are doing?”  His voice had not risen above normal pitch, but the look on his face sent a chill down Danielle's spine.  “I … I …" Danielle began to stammer out a reply, but could not get past one word.  “Never mind,” her Daddy said, “I can already tell what’s been going on in here."

Daddy helped Laura get up from the chair, and then motioned for Danielle to get up from the floor where she had landed. He then sat in the chair and with a simple tug had Danielle face down over his knees, nose down to the carpet, feet up in the air.

Danielle reached back to shield her naked behind from view, but her Daddy quickly took her wrist to prevent her from covering herself.  “When I expose your naughty bottom, young lady, you will not try to cover it.  Since you did, I’m going to show you what happen to errant little girls who fight their discipline.”  He ending his statement with a hard smack to Danielle's bared behind.

And this was only the beginning, for now Daddy began to give a hard and fast flurry of spanks.  There would be no warm up.  Laura, knowing her Daddy’s style, handed him the strap. It was wide but short enough to be used over the knee.  He applied several hard strokes to his other little girl, and Danielle grunted and cried out in pain.

**

Finally he stopped and stood Danielle up before him.  “Danielle,” he said sternly, “I hope you understand that that was not even the beginning of your punishment.  Each time you disobey either Laura or me, you’ll be spanked and strapped.  And none of that punishment will count towards the discipline you’re receiving later today.  Do you understand?”  Danielle nodded.

Daddy shook his head in disappointment. “Is that how you answer your Daddy?”  Danielle hung her head down.  “No Daddy,” she replied.

“Well then I would like you to try again.”

“Yes, I understand I am to obey both you and Laura, Daddy.”

“Good girl, now let's start again.  You and Laura and I are going to go to the next room, which is where Laura was taking you when you acted up.  And once there, you’re going to stand in the corner, with your bottom exposed, to think about your naughty behavior. You may not turn around and you may not fidget.  Are we clear,  young lady?”

“Yes, Daddy.”  Danielle heard a voice that didn't even resemble her own adult voice but knew that it was indeed her own inner child coming out to be chastised.  She then followed her Daddy and Laura into the next room.  Once they had stopped, she looked around, bent her head, curtsied. and walked to the corner on her own leaving her red bottom on display for Laura and Daddy to observe.  Her embarrassment and humiliation at having the plug exposed made the cheeks on her face match those on her bottom.

She stood there, her bottom on display.  After a few minutes both her Daddy and Laura left the room.  Danielle, chastened, remained in the corner.

**

Danielle was unsure how much time had passed when Laura came to escort her back to the other room.  She allowed herself to be led by her ear lobe back to where Daddy was finishing setting up.  The medical table had been placed a little off to the side and all the proper enema paraphernalia had been filled and hung appropriately.  Danielle's eyes got huge when she noticed a two-quart bag hanging bulged with soapy water.  “You shouldn’t be surprised, young lady, this is how naughty girls are punished, and I think 2 quarts will be sufficient to wash the naughtiness right out of your behind.”  Danielle, chastened, replied with a quiet, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Up you go on the table, dear.”  Danielle climbed up on the table, and raised her hips when Daddy slid a pillow under then to make her bottom stick out.

He then put on a glove, and opened the jar of Vaseline.  Danielle put her head down in shame and closed her eyes.  “Oh no, little girl, you’re going to keep your eyes open, no hiding them.”  He gave her a sharp slap to get her attention.

“In fact, Danielle, I think it’s time for you to watch as Laura opens the other set of doors." He walked around and purposely looked directly into Danielle’s eyes.  “I was going to wait until you were full before allowing the audience to watch your punishment, but I’ve decided you’ll benefit more from having your entire punishment witnessed by your husband and several friends.

Laura then opened the doors.  There, in full view, sat her husband and five others.  A mix between men and women, all seemingly in their 40’s and 50's.  Danielle's face became bright red, and once again she tried to bury her head into the table.

Rather than allow such bad behavior, Daddy firmly took a handful of Danielle’s hair and tugged, causing her to life her head up and look at the people.  “You’ll look directly at these people, Danielle, all of whom have taken time out of their busy schedules to witness your punishment.  If I catch you looking away even once, your punishment will be doubled.  Do you understand?”

Danielle responded with a barely audible, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Speak up.  Everyone is here to hear everything that comes out of every part of your body.  Including your mouth.”  The reference to her expulsion did not go unnoticed, and she shivered, even more mortified than before.

 “Are you ready to receive you punishment, Danielle?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.  Now I want you to tell everyone here why you are being punished.”

“I’m being punished because I hid the household bills and …”  She paused, too embarrassed to go on.  Daddy, displeased, reached down, took out the strap, and applied 5 quick hard strokes to her behind.

“Danielle,  you don’t need any more prompting. So you’ll tell everyone here the full story about why you’re here today to receive punishment.  Is that clear?”

Danielle swallowed hard and resumed speaking.  “I am being punished for hiding the household bills and taking the money to buy spanking videos.”  I deceived my husband, and when he found out about it, he was furious and called Daddy to follow through with an appropriate punishment.”  A tear slid down Danielle's cheek as she looked at her husband sitting there, looking displeased as he watched her humiliation.

“You’re right, Danielle, and I’ve decided on an appropriate punishment for your naughty behavior.  First, you’ll be getting several enemas, which  you’ll have to expel in front of your audience.  During these enemas, you’ll be spanked and strapped and paddled as I see fit depending upon your response and behavior.  Finally, I’ll take you in your bottom while you retain the last enema to show you who is in control.  Do you understand?”

Danielle’s Daddy had discussed the idea of sodomizing Danielle with her husband prior to setting up the punishment.  Her husband agreed it was a fitting punishment to put Danielle in her place, and a good way for her to learn that she was subject to all kinds of humiliation when she decided to break rules and be disobedient.

Danielle wiped the tears from her eyes, the humiliation of what was to come overwhelming her senses.  “Yes daddy, I understand.”

**

And so the punishment continued.  Daddy slowly removed the plug from Danielle's bottom, and placed it next to the table she was lying on.  He then picked up the jar of Vaseline, and took out a generous portion to lubricate her naughty bottom.  His finger slide easily into the place the large plug had just vacated.  Without a word he removed his finger, picked up the douche nozzle, and showed it to the Danielle.

“What is this, young lady?”

“It’s a douche nozzle, Daddy, but you use it for enemas because it’s larger in my bottom.”

“And do you know what I’ll be doing with the douche nozzle that I use for enemas because its larger in your bottom?”

“Yes.  Daddy, you’ll be putting the nozzle all the way into my naughty behind and then opening the clamp to that enema bag.”  Danielle remembered to speak clearly and loudly, so as not to increase her punishment.

Daddy slid the nozzle deep into Danielle's behind.  He then met her eyes as he unclicked the clamp and she gave a small shudder.  He counted to 20, and then reclamped the hose.

“What do naughty little girls get in addition to their enema?”

“They get spanked, Daddy, while the enema is going in, and also while retaining it.”

In response, Daddy nodded, and then picked up the wooden paddle from the table.  He rested it against Danielle’s bare behind, waited a moment, and then suddenly applied a number of very hard smacks.

He then opened the clamp on the enema hose and allowed it to run to the silent count in his head.  He noticed Danielle was beginning to squirm a little bit on the table, a sign her tummy was starting to protest as the contents of the enema bag emptied into her.  The warm soapy water continued to flow and Danielle began to moan.  When he felt she had taken a good portion of the bag he decided to increase her humiliation by making her expel what she had taken into the bedpan while facing the group.

“Danielle, I’m going to let you expel, but remember, you have to keep eye contact with the people who are watching you.  Any slip-ups, and you’ll be punished further.”

Daddy slid the nozzle from its snug private place, and then hung it on the pole holding the enema bag.   He then instructed Danielle to lift her bottom, to allow for the bedpan to be positioned.  She placed herself on the pan and waited for his command to expel.   He gave her the nod, and she let the enema inside go.  To her misery, everyone could see and hear everything; despite her Daddy’s solicitous hand on her shoulder as she used the bedpan, Danielle was soon weeping, her tears some indication of the mortification she felt inside.

**

Finally, Danielle finished.  When she had done so, she looked away from the audience, only to see that Laura had refilled the bag, which was now once-again bulging with two quarts of soapy water.  Danielle groaned inwardly, knowing that this time she would be required to take the full contents of the bag.

Soon Laura had removed the bedpan.  Danielle was about to turn over, but instead, her Daddy took her by the arm, helped her hop down off the table, and led her to the sodomy stool in the center of the room. A drape was circled around it, but it left little to the imagination.  Danielle cooperated as her Daddy bent her forward over the stool, and promised herself she’d be obedient as her Daddy told her to look at the crowd at all times during the second enema, and for the taking of her bottom.

For a second time Daddy slid the nozzle deep into her private opening, patting her bottom a few times to reassure her as he did so.  Once again he unclamped the hose and warm water ran into her bowels.  Daddy began to deliver hard spanks to Danielle's bottom, soon turning it to a bright red.  He used the strap as the flow continued and Danielle soon began to beg him to stop.

“Please daddy, stop, I'll be good.  Please please please Daddy.”  Danielle pleaded, but her cries were rewarded with harder spanks with the strap.  As her tummy began to feel more and more full, her desperation increased.  Still the strapping continued.  Finally, the bag had emptied.  Danielle lay over the stool, blazing bottom on display, a little girl now totally submissive, awaiting the final part of her humiliating punishment.

**

Then Danielle heard the words she dreaded.  “I’m going to remove the nozzle, young lady.  I know you’re very full … but it would be in your best interest to not allow anything to leak.”  Her Daddy’s voice, though calm and quiet, was full of threat.

 Danielle tensed her bottom desperately tight as her Daddy slowly removed the nozzle. Her fear of losing control, always present, was now at the center of her thoughts, and it came almost as a relief when she felt her Daddy’s hard cock slowly slipping between her cheeks, sliding in, plugging her bottom.

“Thank me for the plug, sweetie,” she heard her Daddy say, “thank me for helping you keep your enema inside by fucking your tight naughty ass.”  A momentary pause, and then she replies, doing so with a halting voice, choking the words out between the tears and the shame.

Now Danielle relaxes somewhat, adjusts to the cock in her bottom.  At the exact moment her Daddy feels her relax, he begins to thrust himself in and out of her bottom, all the while warning her in a loud voice that he expects her to be a good girl and to retain properly.

Suddenly, without warning, Daddy withdraws his cock from her backside.  Not expecting the withdrawal, Danielle allows a small amount of what’s inside to leak.  She’s quite clean from the first enema, but still the mortification is overwhelming, and a fresh wave of tears pours down her cheeks.  Her face now as red as her bottom. Her humiliation and shame are extremely apparent to all who are observing her punishment, to everyone in the crowd in front of her staring into her wild eyes.

Danielle pleads to hide her face and her shame, but, in response, her Daddy pulls her hair back so that there’s no possibility of concealing her reactions from the spectators. She must look the people in front of her head on in her humiliation.  He then mounts her from behind once again.  As he enters her bottom, he asks her once again, “Why are you receiving this punishment Danielle?”

She begins to answer quietly, forgetting the instructions from earlier, causing her Daddy to remind her to speak loudly and clearly so all can hear what a naughty girl has to say.

Danielle clears her throat.  “I am receiving this punishment because I was a very naughty girl who did not obey Daddy, and naughty girls get spankings, enemas, and bottom sex while they retain.”  She pauses for a second before adding, “And even naughtier girls get their punishment in front of others.”

Daddy pats her bottom. “You’re almost done with you punishment session, Danielle,” he says, and she is grateful for the forgiveness she hears in his voice.

He thrusts into her harder then, slicing in and out of her tight behind until he discharges, the sperm enema shooting deep into her bottom.  He slides out of her, helps her walk from the sodomy stool she’s been bending over back to the table.  Once again the bedpan is taken out, and she’s helped back onto the table where she settles herself down on it, waiting for his instructions to expel into it.

She notices the door to the viewers is now closed, and looks to him with questioning eyes.  “You took your punishment well, my dear, and so I’m rewarding you with privacy for your final expulsion."

Danielle gratefully smiled at her Daddy as he exited the room, leaving her alone to complete her most private of functions.  When she had finished, she called to him and he reentered the room, helped her down from the table after wiping her with his gloved hand, and walked her to the bedroom, where he settled her on the large fluffy bed.

“You’re worn out sweetie.  Daddy wants you to take a nap.  And then, when you’re rested, you’ll dress in your school clothes in the closet, and come join me and our guests.  I know your husband particularly wants to say hello to you …”

Danielle climbed up on the big bed and snuggled in for a nap, eager for the rest, purged of all her guilt, and ashamed at the thought of having to talk to the people who had witnessed her correction.

As she slipped into much needed sleep, she said to her Daddy, so quietly that he had to bend down close to her to hear it, “Thank you Daddy for punishing me.”

And with those words she was fast asleep.