Charlie's POV

I was gently shaken awake by Daddy. I must've fallen asleep in the bean bag.

"Come on. Wake up sweetie. I know you're sleepy but I need to give you your punishment before I change my mind." He said. I stretched and yawned. He picked me up, set me on his hip,  and walked into his bedroom. He set me down on his bed and walked into his giant closet.

"What is my punishment Daddy?" I asked softly, still sleepy.

"You get to play dress up." He said simply. I didn't get how playing dress up was a punishment. It sounded fun. Then Daddy walked out of the closet. My eyes widened as I realized what 'dress up' really meant.

In his hand he had my kitty tailplug costume. Tears welled up in my eyes and I started to scoot back slowly on the bed. Too slowly apparently. Daddy grabbed my ankle and pulled me back to him. My tears spilled over as he pulled my shirt and diaper off.

"Hush baby." He said as I whimpered. "You're the one who wanted to be naked. This is how you get to do it."

"I don't wanna be nakey anymore." I whimpered.

"Well you were a naughty girl so you still have to be punished. Now turn over with your cute little butt facing me or you will get more spankings."

Reluctantly I flipped over. He poured some lube over the end of the tailplug and positioned it over my hole. With one hand keeping me still, he gently pushed it in. I squeaked a bit because of the slight pain and because it was cold.

Suddenly he smacked my butt five more times. He didn't do it very hard but it made the tailplug go in deeper. Tears ran down my face.he turned me onto my back again and wiped the tears off my face.

"The worst part is over now kitten. Let me finish." He said soothingly. He slid the special panties on and strapped on the bra. Gently he sat me up but it still caused me to whimper. He brushed my hair into pigtails and slipped the ears on on top. Next he pulled on thigh high socks and a lacy collar/choker with a bell on it on my neck.

"Let's go watch a movie princess and we can cuddle. But as part of you're punishment you have to walk. I'm not going to carry you." And with that, Daddy grabbed my hand and started to move down the hall with me gently in tow. Every step sending a twinge of pain and, I realized, also a twinge of pleasure.