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[#269] To Tame a Brat
🕑 Added 2020-05-05 15:20:17 +0000 UTC"Please, this isn't fair!" Sarah tried to pull away, but I held her wrist tight as I dragged her down the hallway. Everything was a game to her, like she could bully me into tying her to the bed or spanking her cute little ass. But this time she had gone too far. Our friends would be here any minute, and she spilled Cheerios all over the kitchen, just to get attention. Well, fine. She wanted my attention? She had it.
I walked her past the bedroom and she looked confused. Obviously, that's where she wanted me to take her. But I led her instead into the bathroom. I pulled the ribbon out of her hair and tied her wrists together. Then I went under the sink to get the enema bag.
"You think it's fair to try and manipulate me into giving you attention any time you want it? You think it's fair to waste my time, or just bounce back into being a brat any time I appease you? I'm not your pet, Sarah, I'm your Mommy, and your friends are about to discover exactly what that means for you."
I made sure she saw the big red bag. I made sure she could see, and watch, as I held it under the faucet and began to fill it with cold water.
Sarah's expression immediately changed. I wasn't kidding, and she knew it. Suddenly this game was too real for her, just because she knew she was going to lose.
"Wait, hold on! I'm sorry, I'm actually sorry! I... I'll go clean up the Cheerios. I'll clean the living room. I won't be a brat for... for... for a week! A whole month!"
I hung the bag on the shower rod and grabbed Sarah by the hair, forcing her to her knees and bent over the tub. Her whimpering didn't slow me down in the slightest as I spread lube on the little nozzle and pushed it deep into her bottom. The moment I hit the switch and started to let the water flow, her resistance disappeared. She lost and she knew it. My tone softened.
"If you want to be treated like a good girl, maybe try acting like a good girl, okay? You're all huff and bluster anyway, so maybe when your friends see how full of shit you are, you'll stop trying to act like Miss Superbrat to impress them."
She could comfortably take a quart. I wanted this to be epic, performative, and humiliating; so she'd be taking two today.
I could feel the defiance in the air as she tried to fight. But as long as she was bent over, there was no chance of resistance. When the enema bag was nearly empty, I took out the hose and helped her stand. I could see the bulge in her stomach and the helplessness in her eyes. She stuttered out a final plea.
"Please..."
I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. She didn't fight. She knew even one spank would be agony with so much water in her. She knew one wrong move could mean disaster. Once we were alone in our room, I laid out two thick diapers with two boosters - she would certainly need them! - and helped her lie down.
She begged. She bribed. She even tried to threaten me. But every once of her strength went into holding onto that enema. She was all bark and no bite. I dressed her in her favorite little girl pajamas - Beauty and the Beast - which showed her diapers perfectly. And like clockwork, the doorbell rang.
"Come along, Sarah, it's time for your playdate."
I held her hand, I led her to the living room, I let her sit very gingerly down on the edge of the ottoman, and I went to let her friends in. Six of them; she was such a brat and insisted on so many, even though I preferred only two for playdates. Well, today they were going to learn just what happens to little girls who push their luck - today, that wouldn't be the only thing Sarah would be pushing.
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