Sir Daddy Longlegs

Chapter 1 continued

Unable to look up, due to fear, Joseline stands there shaking. A finger lifts her chin and makes her look him in the eyes. “Joseline, you need to listen to Daddy, so you can make an educated decision. If you are to live here, you need to know what is expected of you and what will happen if you break a rule. The first rule: always listen with respect when I speak to you. You don’t have to agree, but you must listen. The consequence for not listening, is a spanking on the bottom. Repeat offenses will require harder spankings, some of which may include implements. Other punishments may become a factor if needed. Do you Understand?” He eyes her, watching her take in the words. Slowly she nods. He turns her to one side and smacks her bottom, firmly, but not overly hard, twice then turns her back to face him. “What was that my dear?”

“Y… yes Sir, I understand Sir.” She reaches back and rubs her bottom. He takes her hand gently and leads her through another alcove into what appears to be a hallway. There are four openings. The first one on the right leads to a bathroom with a large antique style claw foot tub, a toilet that looked like it came from the 19th century, a pedestal sink, and a changing table with a hook high above the table holding an empty enema bag waiting to be filled and used. In a corner is a child’s potty only large enough for an adult. The potty looks like a teddy bear and the arms look like they would come around to hug the child/adult to keep them safe as they go.

She turns to look Daddy Longlegs in the eye only to see he’s watching her. “This is obviously the bathroom, but when you’ve been naughty, it is also a punishment room. Here I will bathe you daily, diaper you frequently, and when necessary, give you an enema. If you receive an enema for punishment, you will be spanked at some point during, after, or before the enema. Do you understand?”

Again, she nods, but she also whispers, “Yes Sir… Sir, what is an enema?”

Smiling, he pulls her gently to the changing table, then reaches up and pulls the hose and nozzle down to show her. He squeezes two different bulbs showing her how they inflate, which makes it nearly impossible for any water to leak. “When you receive an enema, and you will w****y, unless you are being punished, then you might receive a few within a week. An enema is when water, or some fluid, is inserted into your bottom to clean you out. Sometimes it is done for health and medical reasons, sometimes for punishment.” He grins mischievously, “There are some who actually enjoy receiving enemas too. Especially when other play is introduced during the enema.”

She looks at him confused. Her innocence shines through as he explains the enema, but when he explains enjoying it, she feels completely lost. “Little one, enemas can be considered foreplay or even part of a s****l experience.” Her eyes widen as he explains the concept. Her nose wrinkles like a bunny’s when he explains how the nozzle is pushed into the recipient’s bottom, the balloons expand, and water fills the bottom in question. She purposely turns to look at the tub, trying to distance herself from the enema and the changing table, but he turns her to face him instead. “If you receive a punishment enema, you will be diapered after you are finished expelling the enema and a final spanking is given. How long you are required to wear the diaper will depend on your behavior. Do you understand?”

Unable to look up at him, she nods quietly, then, almost as an afterthought, quietly says. “Yes Daddy”. He grins as he recognizes her acceptance of the rules so far. He lets go of her hand, so she can explore the room more. She moves to the tub and notices a small table next to the tub with a few children’s bath toys. She glances over at the potty and then the changing table, before looking back at the rubber ducky, toy boat, and some small water rings. She turns quickly to look at Sir Longlegs with a shy but intrigued smile. “Does this mean you expect to treat me as your little girl sometimes?” A grin appears on his face and a soft chuckle slips out as he sees she’s coming to understand what her role will be.

He approaches her slowly, so as not to startle her. “Yes, my dear, you will be my little girl, always, if you accept, but you will also be my big girl when we want a different kind of play.” She looks up into his eyes for the first time since being freed from the web. She looks both scared, but also full of desire for what he is describing.

He takes her hand and gently leads her to the room across from the bathroom. There is odd furniture here. There is what looks like a saw horse, but the padding on top, the straps on the legs and the one that obviously straps over the padded part of it intrigues her… She moves closer, reaches out a hand and lightly touches the soft fur padding of the horse. “That is a spanking horse little one.” He says just behind her, making her jump. He gently puts a hand on each of her shoulders and pulls her into him, back first. He lovingly wraps an arm about her waist and hugs her to him as he starts pointing at other contraptions explaining how they work. A spanking/f*****g bench where several areas will be exposed when bound on it. A wall of different paddles, canes, straps, and floggers. A shelving unit displaying all manner of dildoes, vibrators, butt plugs, and other s*x toys. All locked in “display” with glass doors and a gentle light highlighting them.

“I… is this for play or punishment?” She asks softly, still looking around the room. Her hands rise up to hug back the arms that so tenderly hold her.

“It depends on how you are behaving, it can be either reward or punishment.” As an after thought he adds, “it can even be both. Let me show you the last rooms.” He lifts her into his arms, carrying her as a small child and moves to the next room down the hall. As the light slowly flickers on, she notices a nursery for a small young girl, complete with a crib sized as if she were no more than 2. There is another changing table a few feet from the crib. In one corner is a tall stool with a weird look to the top of it. He sets her down, so she can explore, and she immediately moves to the stool. The top looks odd at first until he approaches and shows her the center is removeable. On the wall next to the stool is a selection of stool tops. The one currently on the stool looks like your average flat top, while the ones on the wall vary from having a small protrusion that would certainly push into one’s bottom, to large flanges that would definitely not just push into but force its way deep into a naughty bottom. Some of them are smooth but some have small bumps which would make having them inside one’s bottom even more uncomfortable. Then she notices that there are two identical stool tops for each type of protrusion. One has a flat surface surrounding the flange, the other has what looks like a jagged, meat tenderizing surface, random sizes and textures for each point. It’s obvious this would be uncomfortable if not painful to sit on, especially on a well spanked bottom. She turns again to look up at him, noticing that he seems taller, or bigger, than in the other rooms. She pushes her head back further, so she can really look up at him. “There’s a special spell in here little girl. In here you are no bigger than you would be if you were two years old. While technically, you would still be an adult, here you are no more than two. You will be treated as a child for the most part when in here. These stool tops are for corner time. If you’ve been only slightly naughty, you will get a top mild top that doesn’t have any protrusions or tenderizing abilities. The naughtier you are, the more severe the top. When being punished here, you will spend some time in the corner before and after a spanking. You may also ask for some corner time, if you feel a need for some time to think. Those times will only have a spanking included if asked for. You may always ask for a spanking, even when not earned. When asking, you may ask for a hard spanking or an erotic spanking. Depending on the kind you ask for, you will either receive s****l play during and after or not.” Joseline looks away blushing and biting her lip. He can tell she wants to ask a question but is afraid to. “No, young one, an erotic spanking will never take place in here. Though the corner time stool is also in our bedroom for both discipline and fun, the seats get much more severe and extreme than they do in the nursery. In the bedroom, the flanges are doubled one for your bottom hole and one for your vaginal hole.” She blushes again and covers her face with her hands, both embarrassed and deeply aroused. He kindly pulls her hands off her face and picks her up into his arms. She can feel the love pulsing in them, even as she wraps her arms around his neck like a young child would. He turns around and shows her a wall that has an odd all white look to it. He moves her closer to it, so she can touch. When she does, she realizes it feels like construction paper.

"Here, and only here, may you color, draw, paint or what ever you choose to do on the wall. When it is full, or you feel it is finished, let me know and I will replace it. I will hang your artwork where I can see it all the time in another room attached to the master bedroom. Now, would you like to see the bedroom my darling girl?” Some how her thumb had made its way into her mouth as he was describing what she could do on that wall of paper. She nodded when he asked about seeing the bedroom, but quickly removed her thumb to speak what she was trying to say with her head.