Chapter 9: The Web of Fear
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"Wake up, Baby."
I heard the call far away, disturbing my dreamless sleep. Gradually, I surfaced and opened my eyes to see Babaa looking lovingly at me.
"Daddy wants us to go down to his office when you’re awake."
I sat up, my mind groggy from sleep, and cuddled into his warmth.
"Come on, Baby, we need to go down. Get up, have a wash, and freshen up."
I staggered into the ensuite, doused my face in cool water, brushed my hair, which seemed stiff and knotted, into some form of neatness, and then straightened up my maid outfit.
"OK, let’s go."
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Downstairs, in the office, Daddy sat at his desk.
"Sit down, babes; we need to talk."
Nothing like this had happened previously. Normally, we stood while Daddy gave us instructions or admonished our behaviour.
Two chairs, not usually in the room, faced his desk. We took one each.
"Mummy broke the code between sub and dom; your relationship with us depends on trust. It is very important for you to feel safe with us when you are unable to control your own safety. So, as part of the healing process, you are to accompany me to the punishment room where Mummy is going to apologise and suffer a terrifying ordeal, her worst nightmare come true, as part of her penance."
Daddy stood up and motioned for us to leave the office. We paraded up the stairs with Daddy in the lead. I felt nervous for Mummy, as I was sure her ordeal would be terrible, but after my near drowning, I also felt she deserved everything that was going to be done to her.
The three of us walked into the punishment room, this time well-lit, and I could see the walls were lined with wood frames, bars, and even a huge cross. Mummy was sitting tied to a section of bars about a metre off the floor. Her legs angled apart and stuck out on two planks that made a sort of chair; ropes bound her ankles and calves to the wood. Her arms stretched out horizontally, tied to the bars at her wrists and shoulders. She was completely naked, her sex wide open to our view, but there was nothing sexual about her demeanour.
In front of Mummy, on the floor, was an open laptop; its screen was a blank grey. Daddy turned to us.
"I have not had much time to set this up, so everything is a bit improvised; however, I think she is in for a very rough ride. We have been married a long time, and one of the consequences is that you know your partner's weaknesses. Normally you protect one another from anyone outside who tries to undermine or exploit your lover, but today I am using that knowledge against her."
He then turned to Mummy.
"Apologise, slut."
I was shocked by his words; I was the slut, not her.
"Baby, I am truly sorry; what I did is unforgivable, but I need your forgiveness. If only I could turn the clock back, I would. Sorry, Baby, so sorry."
Tears were streaming down the surface of her face. She looked terrified as well; perhaps she knew of Daddy’s plans.
"I will forgive you, Mummy. I love you, but I need to trust you."
She nodded toward me.
"I deserve my punishment."
Daddy bent down and picked up an object from the floor below her leg supports, turned to Mummy, and said, "Open wide, darling."
I watched him push a metal frame into her wide-open mouth, then pass some attached straps around her head before clipping the ends together. It looked very tight and very uncomfortable, and Mummy appeared grotesque with her red lips distorted into a circular hole.
Then Daddy took a small controller out of his pocket and pointed it at the laptop. The screen was filled with an image of a Tarantula spider crawling along a large leaf. Mummy shuddered and twisted against her bonds, and saliva drooled out of her open mouth.
Daddy motioned for us to leave the room. Babaa ushered me out into the hallway, then Daddy came out too, and as he closed the door, he put one hand behind the frame and switched off the lights. From inside came the sound of wailing, a keening of fear and despair.
"You two, go to your rooms and relax; I have to tend to Mummy; she’ll be an emotional wreck for hours after this. Her arachnophobia runs really deep, something that goes back to when she was a little girl. You’ll need to prepare dinner, but nothing else today."
Daddy disappeared into the punishment room, and Mummy’s wailing increased again as she saw the light flood through the door. We stood in the hallway, listening to her muted cries through the now-closed door.
"Come with me, Drew."
I took his hand and pulled him towards my room, keeping the link between us as I went in. Inside, I grabbed his waist and pulled him into my body.
"Cuddle me, Drew; I need your love."
We stood there a while, swaying lightly on the spot. Then I let go of his waist and put my hands behind his neck, pulling him down onto my lips. I forced my tongue into his mouth, seeking his, and we stayed there, deep kissing, lost in our love until he backed off.