Just three days ago, young Sarah turned ten. Ten years old, at last! For the first time in her life, her age would require two digits. She felt much older now that she was ten.

During the last few days, she even tried to play less often with her dolls, wanting to appear more like a grown-up girl. She tried to act like one as well, in the presence of adults. One of her mother's friends, Mélissa, had come over for dinner the day before, and Sarah watched the evening news with her and her mother, discussing the presented events as much in an adult-like way as she could. The two women, however, were more amused than genuinely impressed, thinking about how adorable the little girl was.

Sarah had a terrible secret. She had kept this secret to herself for as long as she could remember. Sarah always had been submitted to a very special routine with her mother. Her mother had told her that it had all started from the day her father left them alone, when Sarah was barely a year old.

Sarah didn't have any memory of her father. But she did, however, have memories of the dreaded routine she had to go through with her mother, on an almost daily basis. she had memories going as far back as even before she started elementary school.

Sarah knew that none of her friends had to endure what she endured with her own mother. She knew, because Sarah was a very intelligent little girl. Without compromising or revealing what she held secret (something her mother warned her about many times), she was able to find out, through clever questions, that she was indeed alone in her situation. None of her friends had to submit to anal discipline or "AD", as her mother often referred to, especially in the presence of other adults. "Sarah, be careful or you'll get some AD..." she would say, in a warning tone. When asked by the guests what it meant, her mother would simply reply, with a smile, that it's something between her and the little one, a funny code of some kind. But while her mother would smile Sarah, on the other end, would freeze, stopping dead in her tracks, feeling her sphincter clenching, throbbing.

Because during a session of anal discipline, it's one area of Sarah's body that got all the attention. Instead of grounding her daughter, or to simply spank her or deprive her of television for days, Sarah's mother believed that anal discipline was the sole way to not only take care of an unwanted behavior, but also to prevent it.

Three days before, when Sarah turned ten, she thought that the anal discipline would subside, now that she finally was a big girl. Her mother proved her wrong quickly enough, though, the very same day, when Sarah was told to undress completely before unwrapping the first half of her ten gifts.

Apprehensively, she took off her two-piece pajamas and proceeded with the first gift. To her delight, she unwrapped a big encyclopedia of astronomy. Though naked, she smiled big at her mother and went on with the second gift. When all the paper covering the long box was torn apart, Sarah's eyes went big while looking at the large telescope. She stood up and went to hug her mother tightly, who told her to continue unwrapping her other gifts. The third gift turned out to be an illuminated terrestrial globe. The fourth gift also made her go hug her mother close: a set of brand new Harry Potter books 1 to 6. Finally, the last gift of the first half turned out to be a cute white and blue one-piece pajamas with little ducks and flowers all over. Her mother then told her to put her new pajamas on, smiling down at her and wishing her happy birthday, yet again.

Sarah was so overwhelmed after the first half of her gifts that when she started to open the second, she was fiercely taken aback. Indeed, her sixth gift consisted of three large jars of baby-scented Vaseline. Of course, the little girl knew all too well what Vaseline meant and so at this very moment, her anal sphincter started to contract furiously. But her mother just kept smiling and told her to carry on.

The next gift was not a pleasant sight either, far from it. "The Punishment Stick", her mother told her when Sarah took the instrument out of its box. The item consisted of a long rubber dildo, skin-colored, with a large rounded end of a little more than one inch and a half in diameter. The insertable part of the dildo, about twelve inches long, increased in size from the rounded end to the handle. The handle itself, not insertable, was about seven inches long. The dildo, very flexible, was obviously made for extremely deep probings. "For when you are a very bad girl" her mother told her, casually.

Putting the Punishment Stick aside, Sarah opened her eighth gift with dread. It was more a puzzled look on her face rather than fear that took place after she opened the box. Indeed, the device she held in her hands ressembled nothing she had seen before. A long rubber tube with two weird shapes at one end with wrikles and folds. At its other end, there were two black pumps with valves. What Sarah didn't know then was that she just had gotten a very nice double Bardex enema nozzle.

Her ninth gift was by far the biggest one. Sarah actually had to stand by it to unwrap it as it was almost as tall as her and about half the lenght of her bed. What she saw soon after made her gasp: a beautiful wooden horse, painted with many colors and details with even hair that looked real. Sarah looked at her mother, confused, but was told that her last gift was the complement of her horse. The tenth gift was rather heavy; it was a big box that Sarah could not even lift. When she opened it, she saw many polished wooden dildos of different colors, shapes, sizes and lengths. Every one of them had a thick screw embedded in them, under their bases. "You see, her mother kindly explained to her, these are attachments for the saddle of your Punishment Riding Horse". She then went on a with a quick demonstration, interchanging the various dildos, screwing them in the hole on the horse's saddle. "When very bad in the presence of guests, you may have to ride your horse while they are over, darling. Of course, when that happens, you will be wearing clothes to hide what really is happening."

Yes, Sarah didn't enjoy her tenth birthday as she would have hoped to. But she knew that her mother loved her and that everything was done for her own good.

Later that day, Sarah had to bend over her mother's lap, face down. Her mother reached for Sarah's pajama bottoms and pulled the flap open to reveal her bare cheeks. "This is why I bought you these pajamas, you see. So Mommy can have access to your bottom whenever you are wearing them, without having to undress." Soon after, the smell of the baby-scented Vaseline reached Sarah's nostrils and, barely a minute after, her mother was forcing the huge rounded end of the new Punishment Stick past her anus, deep in her tiny rectum. A loud, high-pitched cry invaded the entire house instantly.

This was how Sarah spent her tenth birthday. This was how Sarah had grown up. This is how Sarah would spend the rest of her childhood, anally submitted to her mother...