Chapter 4: Cleaning

As the hour passed, Livvie's breathing quickened and I could tell she really had to pee. Unsurprisingly, she was able to get me off with her tongue in a matter of minutes. Following that, I left her alone for a while, listening to her heavy breathing and her concentrated attempt to hold back tears, pee, and an enema solution. When she had 20 minutes later, I reentered the room. She was almost writhing.

"I want to offer you a deal Livvie. You have 20 minutes remaining. If you wish, I will remove your plug. If you can hold the solution in on your own for 5 minutes, we will forget about the last fifteen."

"And if I don't Ma'am?"

"Let's just say you will really regret it," I replied with an evil grin.

She thought for a few seconds and then said "Ok, Ma'am, I'll try my best."

"Ok, dear, I will start this timer as I pull." I could feel her little ass muscles clench as I removed it. She looked so cute as she clenched her bottom tight and arched her back trying to find a safe but comfortable position. When she had about 1 minute left, I reached into a drawer and pulled out a small wand. She looked frightened, even more so when I smacked the wand against my own hand producing a crack and some sparks. "On your knees quickly Livvie, chest up, palms open, tongue out." She did so, now shaking as I approached her left breast with the wand. As I circled her nipple, the timer rang and I lowered the wand and kissed her cheek. "Come on honey, you did well."

I led her to the bathroom. As she walked towards the toilet, I redirected her into the shower and told her to squat and relieve herself completely. As she did, I showered her off and all of her waste down the drain. She looked a lot better but still in pain. "What hurts the most, Livvie?"

"My butthole, Maam."

"I'm not surprised," I said smiling, "let's get you cleaned up." I toyed with the idea of a very hot or very cold shower but decided that my prize had suffered enough. I softly cleaned her body and hair, being careful with her tender breasts and bottom. Afterwards, I lotioned her completely. Aside from her purple welts, she looked great and she said her belly felt better. I told her that she looked very nice clean but I had work for her to do and led her to the kitchen.

"Livvie, dear, this tile floor needs mopped and I will show you how. Please kneel." As she knelt, I cuffed her ankles together. I then pulled her arms behind her and tied tightly first her wrists, then just above her elbows. I then gave her a little kick to the side and she toppled over. I told her to get back to her knees and after about two minutes, she wiggled back up. We practiced a few more times until she got the hang of it and by the fourth or fifth, she figured out how to get up quickly. I then got a large sponge and stuffed it into her mouth, tying it tight around her neck and I produced a large bucket of soapy water. I then submerged her head into the bucket and counted to ten. She fought at the first instant, surprised I think, but then settled down. I then told her to bite down and wring out the sponge. I laughed as she choked the soapy water down and then I submerged her again (twelve seconds this time). When I pulled her out, I told her to try to wring it out and try to spit out the water around the gag into the bucket. She tried and got a little out. I was made to do this before and it was hard but doable. After a little more practice, adding 2 seconds each time, she got better. When she got to 24 seconds, she had it down pretty good, though undoubtedly with a bellyache from swallowing so much soap. I then told her she should get the sponge wet, wring it out and then bend over and scrub the tile floor. "I want it completely done when I return in two hours or you will suffer the consequences. Understand?"

She nodded and I left, a hidden camera rolling, hoping to pick up a mistake that I can punish her for. When I returned in two hours and ten minutes, she was done and no longer looked and smelled fresh and clean. It looked as if she did a good job but I would review the tape later. It was about time for Mike to return and I told her she would wait in the bottom of the closet. I pushed her in, a tight fit, even for her tiny frame and waited eagerly to plan the night's activities.