*** 17 ***

	Melody stood in the corner of the kitchen with her diaper pulled down around her knees, sniffling like a baby as she waited in timeout with her nose pressed against the wall. She’d been standing there for over twenty minutes, sucking on a bar of soap as the burning below her waist got worse and worse. She was ready to break down and start sobbing, but was under strict orders not to move or make a peep until the timer went off, and she knew she’d get minutes added to her punishment if she broke the rules. Unfortunately, the miserable young mare had absolutely no privacy while Miss Fifi stood only a few feet away.
As usual, the heavyset hound looked like you’d expect a professional dommy-mommy to look, with her utilitarian apron and modest, yet feminine, dress. She’d been passing the time in front of the stove, preparing a nice dinner for her diaper-bound guests while also keeping an eye on her new plaything to make sure the horny young thing didn’t get into anymore mischief. The whole scene appeared rather wholesome on the surface, assuming you knew nothing about Miss Fifi. 
Melody knew perfectly well, and she was terrified that any noise might get the attention of the stern disciplinarian watching over her. The punishment handed down for her naughty playtime earlier had been swift and harsh, leaving the forlorn filly frozen in fear as she waited for the familiar ding of the kitchen timer to go off. However, with her face pressed into the dark corner, she had no idea how much time she had left. It seemed like she’d been standing there forever already, but for all she knew her suffering could have just been getting started, and the more she thought about it, the closer she came to bawling like a baby. Unfortunately, she had little else to do but stand there and think about her situation.
	She’d certainly been put in her place, and she wasn’t haven’t fun anymore. She may have gotten changed out of her messy diaper, but everything went downhill from there. Her delicate tushy still burned from the painful paddling she’d received for all the brazen lies told when she was caught touching her privates without permission. It was somewhat bittersweet, because Melody had a bit of a fetish for spankings and secretly longed to be punished for her naughtiness. However, she quickly learned that Fifi’s punishments were anything but child’s play, leaving the poor girl howling like an infant with snot dripping from her nose by the time she was through. Even now, the slightest breeze across her naked, welted-up equine bottom sent a chill up her spine, reminding her to never cross her strict mistress ever again.
	To add insult to injury, Melody wasn’t even allowed to soothe her glowing, red bottom. Even before the spanking began, her wrist cuffs were securely fastened to the leather harness that had been buckled tightly around her chest, keeping her hands pinned to her abdomen just below her exposed breasts. As if that weren’t enough, her hands were still locked away in thick padded mitts to make sure she couldn’t fuss with any of her restraints. Though, it hardly mattered since she couldn’t reach any buckles or clasps, but Miss Fifi clearly wasn’t taking any chances.
The vicious hound wanted to send a message. She wanted her overgrown filly to know that she was as helpless as an infant while in her care, and that meant harsh bondage would become a permanent part of Melody’s training regiment. Fifi was going to make damn sure there’d be no more opportunities for misbehavior for her slutty little plaything, even if it meant rendering the poor girl immobile and totally defenseless for the rest of the week. Melody didn’t seem too happy when she heard the news, but by then it was too late, leaving her little recourse but to bite down on her pacifier gag as she waited to received the worst paddling of her life.
Though, nothing could have prepared her for the whoopin’ that was handed down to her that afternoon when Miss Fifi bent her over the edge of the table and blistered her asscheeks. Melody was crying after only a few whacks with the wooden paddle, and it wasn’t long before she was sobbing and begging for forgiveness, promising to do anything and everything Fifi asked of her from now on. As if that weren’t humiliating enough, the oversized pacifier strapped into the young mare’s mouth caused her heartfelt pleas to come out as nearly incomprehensible baby babble, leaving the poor girl feeling even more powerless in the clutches of her ruthless mistress.
The infantile-looking gag in her mouth also ensured her cries of pain didn’t reach the ears of her Aunt, who had been busy with Marcus in the nursery all afternoon. Miss Fifi knew this, of course, and took the opportunity to mercilessly beat her unruly slave’s bare butt to her heart’s content. The evil hound would spank one of Melody’s asscheeks until the girl was wracked with choking sobs, shouting curses into her pacifier until Fifi switched to the other asscheek, beating it until it was as red and throbbing as the other. This repeated over and over until Melody had totally submitted, leaving her as pliable as soft clay in the hands of her diabolical mistress.
	The trembling filly assumed her punishment was over when Fifi finally let her up off the table, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. The spanking she received was only the start of her misery, and the punishments just kept adding up from there, ultimately ending with her standing in the corner like a snot-nosed brat. In a fair world, this time could have been a much needed break from Miss Fifi’s constant harassment. However, the relentless hound left Melody with a couple of reminders to ensure her timeout was anything but relaxing. 
As much as she wanted to shut her eyes and forget, she couldn’t help but relive the shameful memories over and over in her head. Melody tried to block it all out, but she couldn’t stop herself from remembering every vivid detail. It was like an out of body experience, as though she were watching every shameful second play out on a television screen, on a loop that always restarted right at the end of her hellish spanking. 
Even after putting welts on her bottom, Miss Fifi went right on treating Melody like a child, continuously berating the immature college girl for bawling like a baby as she stood in the middle of the kitchen, totally naked besides her leather restraints and the scrunched up diaper wrapped around her knees. As one might expect, the firm scolding did nothing to stop Melody from blubbering over her burning rump. If anything, it only got louder, especially when she found out she’d be getting her potty mouth washed out with soap thanks to all the naughty words she hollered during her paddling.
	Her parents used to wash her mouth out for saying naughty words back in grade school, so she was already acquainted with the distinctive taste. Regardless, she didn’t have any fight left in her, and followed dutifully as her mistress led her over to the sink for the next phase of her punishment. Once there, the gag was unlocked and removed from her mouth, giving Melody a chance to stretch her jaw before the soaping commenced. Though, as expected, the foolish girl couldn’t keep quiet as she watched Miss Fifi take out a fresh bar of soap and began running it under warm water to lather it up.
	“I’m sorry,” said Melody, her voice so tiny and meek that she could hardly be heard over the sound of running water. She knew it was damn stupid to speak without permission, considering the heap of trouble she was in already, but she couldn’t resist, hoping to appeal to Miss Fifi’s sweeter side. Unfortunately, it was looking more and more like the big Basset hound’s “sweet side” was a merely an illusion meant to lure in naive girls like her.
	“I’m sure you are,” replied Fifi, not bothering to look up as she continued to wet the overly-fragrant bar of soap under the water, humming a merry little tune as she worked despite the coldness of her words. “It wouldn’t be much of a punishment otherwise. Now, open up for mama, little one.”
	Melody blushed in embarrassment as her mistress talked down to her like a toddler, but she knew she had to make a decision quick. She could either take the soap like a good girl, or continue to plead her case. Fortunately, she was smart enough to keep quiet and open her mouth, potentially avoiding another round with the already-warm wooden paddle.
	She could still remember the self-satisfied smirk on Fifi’s face. The dominating hound seemed almost too happy to stuff the bar of soap into Melody’s mouth, forcing it deep inside before ordering her to bite down and hold it. The fearful filly did as she was told, digging her teeth into the soft surface of the soap to make sure there was no chance of it slipping out, releasing even more of the overbearingly potent flavor in the process.
	The suds burned her tongue and coated her entire mouth with their pungent chemical taste while the harsh scent irritated her sinuses. It was all she could do to keep from spitting it out, but the look on Miss Fifi’s face made it clear that she was waiting for any excuse to add more punishments to the young mare’s afternoon schedule. Wisely, Melody held strong, suffering the sharp, astringent flavor, no matter how awful it was.
	She hoped she might eventually get used to it, but even now after twenty minutes of sucking down suds in her personal corner of the kitchen, the taste was still as face-contortingly terrible as the moment the lather first hit her tongue. Alas, that still wasn’t the worst thing Fifi had planned for her before timeout could begin. Just as soon as Melody’s mouth was safely stuffed with soap, the wicked hound cracked one of the most evil smiles she’d ever seen, offering only the slightest warning of what was coming next.
	With her wrists bound and her mouth full, Melody was completely defenseless as she felt her mistress’ paw reach between her legs, forcing her thighs apart just enough to reach her exposed sex. She shuddered with dubious pleasure as she felt fingers roughly probing around her slick, sensitive folds. Fifi was totally shameless too, grinning arrogantly as she fondled her helpless plaything with impunity, knowing Melody couldn’t do a damn thing to stop her.
	Quickly growing bored, the unrelenting hound continued to escalate things, doing her best to coax a reaction from the quiet filly. Melody could only stand there, humiliated and ashamed as Fifi’s claws tickled her tender clit as it poked out from under its protective hood. She tried not to give in. She tried not to debase herself any further, but it soon became apparent that her mistress wasn’t going to stop until she got what she wanted.
	Swallowing whatever pride she had left, Melody let out a coy little whimper to appease her mistress, even though it made her feel dirty. She tried to forget the sickening sound of Fifi’s conceited laughter, but she couldn’t block out the memory. Thinking back, she wished she would have held strong and maintained her dignity a bit longer because, in the end, her pathetic acting only played right into the domineering woman’s plan.
	Miss Fifi callously pulled her paw away the instant Melody showed even the slightest inkling of pleasure, obviously getting a great deal of amusement in teasing her quivering slave. At first, Melody was relieved, but soon realized she had nothing to distract her from the unbearable taste of soap in her mouth and wished she could pleasure herself a bit more to take her mind off everything. Unfortunately, she couldn’t get her mitts anywhere near her crotch, leaving her at the mercy of her mistress, who clearly had other plans.
	“Naughty little slut,” scolded Fifi as she delivered a loud slap to Melody’s naughty bits. “Look at you, moaning like a whore. You’re dripping suds all over the place.”
	Melody’s face turned red, but not nearly as red as her precious little pussy lips after a few more harsh smacks between the thighs. It wasn’t anywhere near the pain of the paddle, but it still made the submissive mare flinch every time she took a hit on her smoothly-shaven privates. Before long, she was whining like a bitch in heat, hoping her mistress would eventually start playfully stroking her sex again, but that wasn’t the kind of “heat” Miss Fifi had in mind.
	After having her pussy spanked, the only stimulation Melody got was when her snickering mistress rubbed a generous coating of mentholated balm all over her pubic mound. Not realizing what was happening at first, the foolish filly did everything she could to enjoy her erotic massage, openly moaning until the balm started to kick in. It may have started out nice and cool, but quickly began to heat up, growing from a slight tingle to downright agony after only a minute. Melody tried to bite down on her soapy gag and be brave, but was only rewarded with more punishment as the balm was thoroughly worked into every crease and crevice of her freshly tormented vulva. 
	In all her years on this planet, Melody had never experienced anything like the burning she felt when the cool air hit her shiney, well-coated pussy. No matter how much she tried to suppress it, she couldn’t forget the sound of her own disgraceful whimpering as she begged for her mistress to wash it off, totally oblivious to the fact that the thick bar of soap in her mouth made her frantic pleading totally incomprehensible. Though, even worse than remembering her own pathetic display of weakness was the memory of Miss Fifi’s biting laughter as she watched the show unfold. From the moment Melody felt the heat flaring up between her legs, to the moment she broke down into a weeping infant, Fifi couldn’t contain her delight, which only added to the young mare’s unbridled shame and humiliation throughout the whole experience.
	In the end, Melody found that she was much more well-trained than she realized. She didn’t drop the soap from her mouth, nor did she try to fight her way out of her restraints, and she didn’t even think of running to her Aunt for help. She just stood there with her thighs clenched shut, waiting in vain for the fire in her loins to die out, but it only got worse and worse until Miss Fifi finally directed her to go stand in the corner for a nice long timeout. Naturally, Melody didn’t resist, walking awkwardly to the far corner of the room with her scrunched up diaper tethering her knees together.
	Fifi’s tone was almost jolly as she announced Melody would have thirty whole minutes to reflect on her punishment, and that she’d be setting a timer to make sure the naughty filly’s timeout didn’t end even one second prematurely. On top of that, Fifi made it clear that any talking, whining, or fidgeting would add another ten minutes, and if Melody dared to remove her nose from that corner for any reason, she’d get an inflatable buttplug stuffed up her naughty butt for the rest of the night. Of course, the additional threats weren’t really necessary. After everything she’d been through, Melody wouldn’t have disobeyed her mistress even if you paid her, but that didn’t matter. Fifi seemed eager to torment her frightened plaything, just for fun.
	Still, the added encouragement wasn’t totally useless. It helped motivate Melody to stay on her best behavior as she waited for her punishment to end, which was easier said than done, because her punishment was truly miserable. The one upside was that she could finally be alone, even if it had to be in the corner. At least she didn’t have to worry about being gropped, pinched, or smacked for a little while. 
Though, what she expected to be “a little while” seemed to last forever. From the moment she took her spot in the timeout corner, the burning below her waist weighed heavily on her mind. Each minute felt like an eternity, and it was all she could do to keep from hollering into her bitter-tasting gag.
	However, it wasn’t long before the bar of soap lodged in her mouth proved to be just as tortuous as her fiery sex or freshly spanked buttocks. The suds pooling under her tongue may not have burned as bad, but the overpowering taste eventually wore her down just the same, leaving her desperate for a glass of water to rinse out her mouth. Unfortunately, no matter how long she stood there moistening the wall with her humid breath, it seemed her timeout would never end.
	She had no idea how long it had been, but she was nearly ready to break down and cry for mercy. She wanted to believe the timer would go off in the next minute, but she’d had the same thought more times than she could count at this point, and each time she found herself disappointed. Understandably, her patience was waning and she couldn’t take anymore. Despite wanting to be a big girl and earn her forgiveness, she felt tears begin to run down her cheeks and onto her naked chest, mixing with whatever soapy drool had already dribbled off her chin.
	Like a well-behaved pet, she managed to restrain herself. Thinking back on her past punishments, she vented her anguish and frustration in hushed sobs that could barely be heard over the sound of the gummy oatmeal that bubbled away on the stovetop. She feared even that might be enough to earn a firm scolding, but Miss Fifi didn’t say anything. Instead, the heartless hound started humming a tune to drown out the sound of the girl’s subtle mewling.
	Melody should have been relieved, but it only served as a reminder that she’d get no sympathy for her suffering. It was a lonely feeling, leaving her longing for some cuddles and comforting until her time was finally up. Sure enough, the bell went off exactly thirty minutes after she’d been sent to the corner, startling her so badly that she nearly let the soap slip out of her mouth.
	Luckily, she managed to hold onto the slick, spit-covered bar with her teeth as she waited in quiet desperation for permission to leave the corner. She’d served her time and she could hardly wait a second longer. She prayed Miss Fifi would honor her word, but she really had no idea what to expect. Melody couldn’t help but think this was going to be another trick, getting her hopes up and then smashing them to pieces when she least expected it.
	Even in the short time since the timer had gone off, Melody quickly convinced herself that she’d be spending the rest of the night in this corner with suds dripping down between her breasts. It was a scary thought, but she didn’t know what else she could do if Fifi never let her out of timeout. The helpless mare couldn’t fight with her wrists tied to her chest harness, and there’d surely be consequences if she tried to yell for help. However, much to her relief, the unpredictable hound kept her word and called Melody over less than a minute later.
	“Alright, times up,” said Miss Fifi. “Come over here and let me get a look at you.”
	Melody yanked her nose out of the corner in an instant, abandoning any shame she had left as she shuffled over to her mistress quick as she could manage without falling on her face. The diaper still wrapped around her knees made walking awkward, but she didn’t have time to worry about that now. She was prepared to do anything if it meant her punishment would finally be over, even if it meant making a complete fool of herself.
	“Aw, your eyes are all puffy and red from crying. Did my special balm really burn that bad?” asked Fifi, sneering as she looked the young mare up and down.
	Melody nodded, squirming in embarrassment under her mistress’ cold, intimidating gaze. She had no idea if that was the answer the grouchy hound was looking for, but it was the honest truth. The mentholated balm on her sensitive pussy burned like hell and she was through telling lies. Now that she knew the penalty, the thought of fibbing again made her feel sick to her stomach. Thankfully, her submissive demeanor was enough to satisfy Miss Fifi, who had more words for her.
	“I’m sorry you had to go through that, but you didn’t leave me much choice,” said the cruel hound, clearly feigning sympathy. “Now maybe you’ll think twice before disobeying me and lying right to my face, won’t you?” 
Again, Melody nodded, and it wasn’t just to get on her mistress’ good side. She really meant it, and the conviction in her tear-filled eyes was clear enough that Miss Fifi could see it was the truth.
“Well, I certainly hope so,” said Fifi, “because you don’t want to know what I’m going to do if I catch you playing with your naughty cunny again. That tight little hole of yours belongs to me now, and I’m very protective of my toys. Understand?”
Melody nodded for a third time, blushing as her mistress claimed ownership of her precious flower.
“Good girl,” said Fifi, smirking as she reached up and took the bar of soap out of the drooling filly’s freshly cleaned mouth. “Now, don’t think this means you have my permission to speak. I still don’t want to hear a peep out of you unless I ask you a question, is that clear?”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied Melody, lowering her eyes to avoid her mistress’ stern gaze.
Fifi didn’t have any follow up questions this time. Instead, she went right back to humming her tune as she rinsed the bar of soap under the faucet. Once finished, she returned the chewed-up hunk of soap back to the small box it came from and smiled at her forlorn baby slave.
“We’ll just put this away and save it for later,” said Fifi, stashing the box under the sink. “I have a feeling we may need it again, but for now, I think you’ve earned this.”
Melody gulped audibly, wondering what else her mistress might have in store for her. Hadn’t she suffered enough for her crimes? She’d learned her lesson, so why wouldn’t the vindictive hound forgive her already? It just wasn’t fair, and she was tempted to say so. However, before Melody could do anything stupid, she saw what Fifi had in mind for her.
“Come lean over the sink so we can get all the icky soap taste rinsed out of your mouth,” said Fifi, filling a large drinking glass with water from the tap as she beckoned the young lady over.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Melody, trying not to sound too eager as she stepped up to the edge of the sink, just in case it was another cruel trick. However, there was no trickery this time as Miss Fifi held the tall glass of cool water up to the thirsty filly’s lips and tilted it upward so she could get a mouthful.
“Don’t swallow yet. Just rinse and spit,” said Fifi, lowering the glass while her lovely pet swished the water around in her mouth for ten whole seconds.
Melody was happy to take her time and enjoy it, unsure of how many chances she’d get to clear her mouth of all the leftover soap. She did her best to clean as much of the bitter, ill-tasting film from her teeth as possible before spitting the sudsy backwash out into the sink. Even after one rinse, the different was night and day. Sure, she could still taste the unpleasant floral fragrance throughout her mouth, but it was far less overpowering, and after repeating the process two more times, there was only the faintest hint of soapy aftertaste remaining.
“There, that should do it,” said Fifi, setting the glass down next to the sink. “Are you ready for some dinner now?”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am,” said Melody. She was still embarrassed that she had to rely on her mistress for everything, but greatly appreciated having the chance to rinse her mouth out. Now she just had to stay out of trouble. Though, with this latest punishment fresh on her mind, it wasn’t hard to remember to use her best manners, and it seemed to pay off as Miss Fifi got real sweet all of the sudden.
“Such a polite little filly,” said Fifi, smiling warmly as she gently stroked the girl’s face with her paw. “Keep this up and you’ll get an extra special treat before bed. I think ten minutes with the big vibe on your adorable clitty should be enough to make you cum. Would you like that, dear?”
Melody blushed, trying to hide a smile. Even if it was a bit lewd, she liked it when her mistress made her feel little again, and she especially liked playtime with the big vibe. The thought of another orgasm before bed was so tempting, she found herself unconsciously forgiving Miss Fifi despite everything she’d put her through today. As much as Melody wanted to hate the domineering older woman, she practically melted as her mistress caressed her cheek.
“I figured you would,” said Fifi with a grin as she reached down and tugged the girl’s diaper back up around her waist, covering her nakedness for the first time since her bottom was paddled. “Let’s just hope you can behave yourself for the rest of the evening, or you’ll get something much less pleasant before bedtime. So just keep quiet and make sure our kinky playtime stays a secret, or I’ll make you wish you were never born. I’d hate to see your poor little pussy all covered in clothespins, or worse yet, an extra-thick layer of that nice balm that had you bawling like a baby earlier. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Melody pursed her lips and shook her head, a bit surprised by the abrupt shift in tone. Though, her answer seemed to please her mistress, causing the hound to crack a wry smile which put the worried filly somewhat at ease.
“That’s a good girl. Now go and have a seat and I’ll bring you your food,” said Fifi,  motioning toward the table in the center of the room.
Happy to oblige, Melody waddled over to the table and waited for Miss Fifi to pull out a chair for her. She wasn’t terribly hungry considering her stomach had been tying itself in knots ever since she was caught with her mitts in her diaper, but at least her punishment was over for now. Unfortunately, she found her bottom was still quite sore when she took her seat, but she didn’t bother complaining, knowing that she’d get little sympathy. Her stinging posterior was the result of her flagrant rule breaking, and Fifi would be quick to remind her of that if she so much as winced from the throbbing pain.
Hiding her discomfort as best she could, she waited for her food to come, hoping it would be anything besides oatmeal. She’d been eating bland oatmeal for nearly every meal and she didn’t know if she could take another bite. It wasn’t just that the flavor was boring, it was worse than that. There was something in it that gave it a weird taste. Of course, she eventually figured out it was packed with extra fiber and laxatives after a couple long nights of laying in bed, soiling her diapers repeatedly until morning came. No doubt she’d get more of the same, and she wasn’t the least bit surprised when she saw another bowl of pale, lumpy oatmeal hit the table in front of her.
“Something wrong?” asked Fifi, noticing the lack of enthusiasm on the bound mare’s face.
“No, ma’am,” answered Melody, doing her best to conceal her true feelings as she waited for the first bite to be shoveled into her mouth. She knew it was coming whether she wanted it or not so there was no point fighting. However, before her feeding could begin, her mistress had one more finishing touch.
A big, girly bib was tied around her neck to make sure she didn’t get too messy during her feeding. It looked rather silly on a college-aged filly like her, but she was glad to have it. For one, it was large enough to cover her naked chest, hiding her bare breasts just enough that she didn’t feel totally exposed. It didn’t matter too much since Fifi had already seen every inch of her naked body, but privacy quickly became a concern as Melody heard a door open and close down the hall.
“Oh no, please not now,” she thought to herself as she heard muffled voices approaching the kitchen. Of all the times her Aunt had to come check in, why did it have to be now when Melody was sitting at the table in nothing but a diaper, a bib, and a leather bondage harness. She prayed that maybe her Aunt was just headed to the bathroom, and that she’d return to the nursery to finish with Marcus afterward. Alas, the sound of Marzipan’s heavy hoofbeats continued toward the kitchen until the big, burly Clydesdale was visible in the entrance.
“Hey Fifi, Marcus has something he wants to show you,” said Marzipan as she poked her head in. Though, her wide grin changed to a look of surprised when she spotted her niece sitting there at the table, still not used to seeing the girl all babied up in bondage like that. Regardless, she tried not to make things awkward and pretended not to notice, choosing instead to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
Melody looked just as surprised as her Aunt and found herself totally tongue tied, not sure what to say until Fifi took over for her.
“You’re not interrupting anything,” said Miss Fifi. “Was just about to get some food in this filly’s hungry tummy. She’s been working up quite an appetite playing all afternoon, isn’t that right, honey?”

	….To be continued >:3