Sir Daddy Longlegs

Chapter 2: Regressed

“Yesh pwease Daddy” slipped out. She looked in horror when she realized what she’d said. She tried again. “Yesh pwease Sew”. She looked at him with terror. He hugged her close, hiding a chuckle.

“It’s ok Babygirl, when you are in here, you can only talk in baby talk. It won’t take affect immediately, but quite quickly. In here, only little baby girl talk is ok. If you say or try to say something that a little girl shouldn’t say, it will come out as gibberish. If you cuss or swear, that will be punished no matter where you are. Never is it allowed, even if you are being a big girl, except during s****l play. Is that clear?” He watches her as she takes in both what has happened with her speech and what he’s just said.

Nodding as she thinks, Joseline contemplates her normal vocabulary to what will be expected of her here. “Yesh Sew, I tinks I understands.” After a moment she nearly whispers, “My bum bum is gonna bes bewwy sores.” Subconsciously, she reaches back and rubs her bare bottom as it still peeks out from her torn and tattered dress. He turns with her in his arms and together they move out into the hall again. Joseline feels a weird sensation seem to slip off her. Quietly, thinking he can’t hear, she whispers, “Holy s**t, it really does change me going in there.” She feels an arm around her tighten. She quickly glances up and sees a firm, flame of disappointment flash in his eyes, without another word he turns and moves quickly to the master bedroom. Before she has a chance to look around or say anything, she finds herself over one of his spider legs. What remains of her dress is quickly pulled off her as it seems to fall away in pieces.

“Cussing is not allowed in this home. While you have not agreed to be mine, and to the rules and consequences here, I will show you a small amount of what to expect if I ever hear words like that from you again.” Suddenly her bottom explodes with pain as hand after hand lands directly on her sit spot. She turns her head to look back to see what is causing such intense pain. Looking over her shoulder, she sees that his two right hands and spanking, more quickly than an average man with only one right hand would. She can feel the hard form of his hand from working with tools. After a few more swats, her hand flies back to try to protect her bottom, one of his left hands grabs her wrist and pins it in the small of her back while the other turns her to look at his face. “This time you will only receive 20 swats. In the future, you can be assured any cussing will receive a spanking with a paddle, time on the stool and a good mouth soaping. Do you understand little girl?” His eyes blaze as the swats keep falling. Suddenly as quickly as they began, the spanking is over, and she is turned over to be cuddled. She snuggles into him, though she hadn’t cried during the spanking, being cuddled, forgiven, and loved afterwards was completely new to her. This broke the wall and she clung to him crying her little heart out. She knew, she just knew this was not only where she wanted to be, but where she truly belonged.

When her sobs finally slowed, and her breathing was again under control, she pulled back just enough to look up into his eyes. “Please Sir, please Daddy. I want to be your little girl, now and forever. Please love me and let me love you. Let me be yours. I don’t know how I got here, but I don’t ever want to leave.” He pulled her back into his check and hugged her tight. He kissed the top of her head before standing her in front of him.

“Do you mean that little girl? Do you accept the consequences and the rules? Do you understand that I will be the one in control at all times?” Wordlessly, unable to speak at the moment, she simply nods and falls into his arms again. He hugs her once more, then pushes her back a small amount. “Then we need to finish your punishment, don’t we little girl?” Joseline’s eyes widen, but she nods, unsure if he means another spanking, a mouth soaping, or the stool. He leads her to the corner where the stool waits. He removes the plain top and puts a slightly more severe one with two phalluses both about an inch around and half an inch long, onto the stool, reaching under to lock it on. Then Daddy picks his big little girl up and puts her onto the stool seat, the two phalluses push firmly as though to enter her bottom and v****a. She gasps as she feels them push, fearful they will deflower her, but as if he’s reading her mind, he leans down. “No Babygirl, I want that for myself. This will just remind you of who you belong to and why you are here.” Then he pulls a strap up and over her lap. Buckling it on the other side, she is effectively locked into place. Then he turns back to the shelves and picks up an hourglass. Showing it to her he speaks quietly. “This will tell you when your time is up, this is the shortest one in this room. You will sit here for five minutes then I will help you off the stool. I don’t want you to try to get up before then. Is that clear?” Joseline wimpers but nods, not sure what to say. The look in her eyes is clear that she doesn’t want to be alone. “I’m not going far little one, just far enough that you can think about why you are here.” With that he sets the hourglass down where she can see but not touch it and moves to a comfortable velvet covered chair to watch over her incase she gets into distress. He makes sure that if she turns her head to look, he will be the first thing she sees.