Kiki's Chastity Belt

Later that night, the spanking that Kiki went through was the worst she ever felt. More than it usually was even when taking into account all the other times she had been punished in her room. But never mind the exact details of that. First things first. After spending most of the day running about the back end of a tennis court she was more than ready for a shower, and after stripping off all her clothes with her equipment set aside she let out a sigh as she stepped underneath the hot spray.

The warmth cascaded down her shoulders as she let the tension in her arms relax. What a day. Already her body felt like it was stretched paper thin, and blinking against the surface of the tiles she looked down at the chastity belt wrapped around her waist. The dullness of the metal stared back at her fogged over with steam, and she carefully ran a finger around the edges where it met her skin. Even like this, she thought, there was no way for her to slip so much as a fingernail under. Not when it was custom made to her size and carefully tested by her father every day.

Though just because he did so, she thought again, that didn’t mean there weren’t other places she couldn’t touch. Like the soft curve of her stomach for example, or the inside of her thighs as the water dripped in between. And against the quiet air of the bathroom with nobody around to stop her, it wasn’t long before she found herself reaching over for her nipples as they stood up from her chest.

“Hn…,” she said.

Immediately, a spark of electricity ran up into her head. The tiny little bumps were quite small, still pink and flat unlike some of her better equipped peers, but that didn’t make them any less sensitive as she trailed her fingers across the tips. And then again as she tried everything she could to hold back her voice. Oh god… she really shouldn’t be doing this right now. Both because she wasn’t allowed to, and also because there was no time. But against the pleasant sense of heat building up inside of her what were the chances that her father would even notice? Zero? Nada? Less than one percent? It had to be given that she could always just wash away the evidence, and as she reached over to do it again it was like the rest of the world melted away.

“Please…,” she gasped, “Just for once…”

Breathing hard, she pressed her legs together. The silence of the bathroom greeted her, and standing there against the sound of rushing water for a moment she could almost pretend that the chastity belt wasn’t there. But as much as she tried the relief was rather short-lived since even through the steam and the sound of rushing water she could already hear her father walking up the stairs, and pulling her hands away she quickly reached over to wash her hair. Even if she didn’t mean to he didn’t need to come in to guess what she was doing, and it would only get worse for her the longer she stayed.

“Kiki,” his voice came through the bathroom door, “Five more minutes.”

"Yes, Father," she sighed, “I’ll be quick!”

“And make sure to clean yourself down there with the hose as well,” he said, “I want to be extra thorough with your examination today before we begin.”

Against the distant echo of his words, it was with another moment of hesitation that she bit down on her lips.

“Do I really have to though?” said Kiki, “Like, can’t I just use the showerhead instead?”

“The what now?” he said.

“The… you know, the showerhead,” she tried again, “I mean, if I turn it up to the highest setting and then angle it between my legs-…”

“Kiki, we’ve been through this before,” he said, cutting her off, “What do you think I’m going to say?”

He tapped his feet as his voice trailed off, and she wrapped her arms around herself against the heavy sense of unease. All the while the awkwardness continued to stretch, and even though the door was still shut it was almost like she could still feel the weight of his gaze. Slowly, it passed through the thin layer of the bathroom walls to linger against the wonderfully perked ends of her breasts, and when he finally spoke again it was almost like a small part of her wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear.

“Look,” he said, “It’s going to happen either way, so just make sure you take care of it before you get out, alright? Or do you want me to come in there and do it for you instead?”

“No, father,” said Kiki miserably, “I can do it by myself.”

“Are you sure?” he said, “Because I want you to be thorough. You know how I feel about cleaning yourself up down there, don’t you?”

“Yes, father,” said Kiki.

“Good girl,” he said, “Let’s get to it then before we end up wasting any more time. I want to start a little earlier today so I check the results again at the end.”

Which really just meant that it wouldn’t end with just a simple spanking across her rear, and letting out another sigh as he stood there on the other side of the door, Kiki reluctantly reached over to grab the hose from its place. And then tried very hard not to notice the thick nozzle like probe at the end. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done this before, she tried to tell herself. Or that it would be any worse than usual considering that she had to go through the process at least once every couple of days, and even if she hated this part almost as much as the punishment that came after that didn’t mean she couldn’t force herself if she really wanted to, right?

Taking in a deep breath, she adjusted the pressure to its lowest setting. The water was still warm as she squatted against the floor, and after waiting a couple more seconds she carefully maneuvered the device into place. Slowly does it… there was a matching slot at the front of her chastity belt, and she shivered as she felt the softness of the stream flowing over the delicate layers of her slit. Both against the opening of her vagina along with the tiny little nub of her clit, and grabbing hold of the training plug at the same time she gently eased it out of her rear.

“One… two… three…,” she said.

In return though, there was just the sound of her own voice echoing back at her inside her head. What an absolute joy. What resounding bliss. The only good part about it, she thought, was that at least she got to pick which one she started with, since the process required her to spend thirty seconds on each side. Both of them, no exceptions allowed, and as she felt the last trickles of water flowing out from the front of her chastity belt it was hard to set aside the feeling of emptiness inside of her she reached over to place the tip of the probe against the opening of her anus next.

Gush… gush… gush…

Slowly, the pressure filled her up. Like a ballon expanding to its limits, and she grit her teeth as her face turned bright red. It wasn’t like she could help it though. The cleaning process was humiliating enough on its own, but knowing that her father was waiting just outside the bathroom only made it worse. Especially as she stopped to place a hand against her stomach before forcing the tip of the probe even deeper inside, and by the time the timer hit sixty seconds in total it was like her entire body was filled to the brim.

Gush… gush… gush…

Finally, after what felt like an eternity it was done. Pulling herself back up with her arms, Kiki shivered as she rinsed herself off one last time. The first part of the process was over, she thought. Now there was just one thing left.

The towel was on the rack where she left it, and wrapping it tightly around herself, she opened the bathroom door. Her father was standing in the same spot as usual, right where she expected, and wordlessly she handed him the plug she had been wearing all day. The surface of the toy had been washed clean by the flowing hot water, and he slowly turned it over in his hand.

“And your clothes?” he said.

“They’re in the hamper,” mumbled Kiki.

“What about your tennis racket?” he said.

“I already put it away,” she said softly.

“Where?” he demanded.

“In the closet like you told me,” said Kiki, and then, “Umm, just after we got back?”

It was with another hesitant glance that she looked up again, and standing there in the middle of the hall with nothing but a towel to cover up with, it was hard not to shrink back down against the weight her father’s stare. Like, it was supposed to go in the closet, wasn’t it? That was where all the other sports equipment went. And unless she managed to screw everything up a second time just when she could least afford it…

All of a sudden, a million different possibilities flew through her head. Of her bent over on all fours in the middle of the living room with her bottom stuck out, or even worse, having to spend the rest of the day tomorrow with the training plug inserted back into her rear. And maybe even a thick layer of chili oil applied to her clit, because what else were her parents supposed to do when she refused to listen to them? Tell her that they were sorry? As if they would ever do something as ridiculous as that. The most likely scenario was closer to another spanking session followed by an immediate suspension of her next release, and against the thought of having to hold it in for a couple more months, she could already feel her knees starting to give in.

Though thankfully for today the panic was quickly cut short a moment later as her father nodded in approval, and following that was the sound of relief as the world ceased to sway.

“Good,” he said, “Now come with me.”

He turned to lead her down the hall, and following along behind Kiki swallowed hard. Whether she was still in the clear was hard to say. The first part of her suffering was over, she thought. Now there was just the rest of her punishment to get through before they could finally call it a day.