The Poser: Chapter 3

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Donna turned the deadbolt on her apartment door, which to Deedee felt like the final nail in her coffin. How could she have let things get so out of hand? She opened her mouth to speak, but, “Listen, Donna, I-” was all she could get out before Donna silenced her with her pointer finger.

“Now, now, no need to get all fussy with me, DiDee,” said Donna before turning her attention to her actual daughter, Fleur. She picked up the toddler-aged girl and took off down the hall, shouted back, “You’d better not move from that spot until I get back, young lady, or there will be big consequences.”

Deedee gulped. She wanted to run. To hide. To get out of this harrowing situation. Being in diapers and a silly babydoll dress was bad enough without having to worry about her former boss making everything worse. She turned back, her eyes fixed on the deadbolt. Could she make it? Did she have time to unlatch the bolt and run out of here? Moreover, would Punisher and the other let her? The knowledge that there were far too many forces outside of her control rooted her to the spot with no idea which action to take next.

Unfortunately, Deedee’s choice would be made for her as Donna returned to gush how obedient her new Little was while using an overtly sweet and babyish tone, “Such a good girl you are, DiDee. Waiting patiently for Mommy to return. You had me worried I might have to chase you down the hall, but you’ve gotten so much better at following instructions since you worked for me.”

Deedee groaned as Donna grabbed her by the hand and led her into the living room. As she did, she turned to a small device sitting on the end table in her living room, “Alexi, play Fleur’s quiet time music.”

“PLAYING FLEUR’S QUIET TIME PLAYLIST,” said the machine in an effeminate, yet robotic voice. It would be this device that Punisher would find an easy way into Donna’s apartment without having to struggle much with complicated hacking. And luckily for him and the rest of the chatroom, Donna had Deedee parked right in the center of the frame.

Flurp: What should we do to her now?

BlushyBen: Shhhhhh! Let’s just see what she does next. This is getting good!

Flurp: Don’t tell me to shhhhhh! Maybe we should make her shit herself in front of Donna

YuukiSoulless: What about an enema?

Jassikins: I vote laxatives, I bet Donna has some in her house.

Punisher: No making her mess until I say so!

The chat went silent at Punisher’s bold declaration. Up until this point, Punisher had been more of an abstract figure, but this was his first time truly commanding the chatroom, sending a wave of nervousness throughout the viewing audience. If Punisher could do all of this to someone with as much clout as Deedee, it wasn’t much of a stretch to think he couldn’t dox any one of them.

Back in Donna’s house, Beethoven’s 7th symphony was beginning its gradual build, its volume in the living room getting so loud that Deedee could barely hear herself think.

With a wicked grin, Donna grabbed Deedee’s wrist and held her up high so that the petite girl was on her tiptoes. She then proceeded to spank her with her other hand mercilessly.

All the while, Deedee twisted and squirmed, pulling against Donna’s grip with all of her might. “H-hey! Ow! Stop i-OW!” she stuttered as she meekly tried to hold her free hand in front of her butt. It was no use, though, as no matter if she blocked a hit or not, Donna’s swats were so powerful that they reverberated through her hand and stung her ass anyway. She would’ve thought the diaper made the spanking easier, but all it did was spread the hit out across her entire butt. “No! Ahhh! I was-Ahahhhh! Good!” Tears fell from her eyes as she begged to be viewed as a good girl.

This was exactly what Donna was waiting for. She ceased her assaults on Deedee’s rear and brought her in close, “It seems my little girl still has a lot to learn. You may have been a good girl at the door, but you put on quite the performance for Fleur with your hysterical theatrics. Not to mention all the punishments you racked up when you worked for me.”

Flurp: I COMMAND you to taunt Donna’s spankings

AllySmolShork: FLURP! NO!

“Pffff, whatever. I barely even felt them,” said Deedee before covering her mouth in shock. Once again, words escaped her lips that she had no intention of saying. Not only that, it was a statement that was demonstrably false. Donna definitely didn’t appear to be pulling any punches, as her ass was already on fire.

However, the heat that her butt felt was nothing in comparison to the flames piercing Donna’s eyes, who grew furious at Deedee’s brash and errant behavior. “Oh my, and I thought you said you were a good girl. It seems spanking might not be a sufficient enough punishment,” she said with a soft, yet intimidating voice. Maintaining her hold on Deedee’s wrist, she dragged her across the living room, down the hallway, past Fleur’s room, and into the master bedroom.

Jassikins: Nice going Flurp 🙄

Rachel’s Secret: Donna’s totally changed course because of you and now we can’t see

Flurp: Oh shut up! Your just jelly you didn’t think of it first

YuukiSoulless: Votekick

BlushyBen: Kick him!

Punisher: Now hush up all of you! You’re all working together on this so it’s time you all started acting like it. And so far, Flurp is one of the only people doing what they're supposed to be doing!

Flurp: 😝

BlushyBen: But we can’t see anything now!

Punisher: Yet…

A few seconds after Punisher sent their last message, a new visual popped up from Donna’s bedroom. This time, the source was the smart TV that she had mounted on the wall, its wide lens ensuring all spectators wouldn’t miss a second of Deedee’s big punishment.

Donna already had Deedee sitting down in front of the vanity in her room when the feed came back. She was roughly tying the diapered girl’s hands behind her back to guarantee as little wiggle room as possible. “There, now we can get started!”

Deedee thrashed against the ropes to no avail, stopping after a few seconds when the rope burn began to set in. She had never been exceptionally good at dealing with pain, so the small abrasions on her wrists were enough to halt her escape attempt in its tracks. Making everything worse was just how raw her butt felt as it was still sore from Donna’s spanking. She was severely regretting not running off when she had the chance.

As Donna knelt down next to one of the vanity drawers, Deedee decided to do the only thing left that she could. Beg. “Donna, please listen to me, I-”

Punisher: I COMMAND you to keep both myself and what happens in the chat a secret

Suddenly, Deedee stopped talking. She tried to will the words out of her mouth. That she was being controlled remotely by an online hacker and had no say in any of her actions or words. But her mouth just wouldn’t obey her thoughts. While she couldn’t prove it, she knew it must’ve been the work of Punisher, meaning he must’ve found yet another way to see her in the bedroom. To think he could invade anyone’s privacy at any time made her feel even more small and helpless than she had been before.

“Now, sweetie,” said Donna, standing up with a small box in her hands and placing it in front of Deedee. She opened it up, revealing a set of girly, kiddie makeup, “This is for when my daughter, Fleur, decides to play dress up, so be sure to thank her before you leave for letting you use it.”

Deedee shook her head no, “Please! You have to believe me! There’s this dude who goes by Puuuu…” She strained her face to continue before giving up with a heavy breath, “Damn it! He won’t let me say! You have to understand that-MMMMF!”

Deedee’s words were cut off by Donna planting a small binky in the girl's mouth. She held the pacifier against Deedee’s lips as she tried to pull away and spit out the rubber nipple. Eventually, her former employee realized her resistance was completely futile. “Is your tantrum over now, DiDee?” she asked in a condescending tone.”

Defeated, Deedee nodded her head yes. As much as she hated to admit it, it was probably easiest for her to comply and get out of here as quickly as she could.

Donna plucked the pacifier from Deedee’s lips and set it off to the side. “I’m trusting you to be silent while I do your lipstick. Now, hold still, baby girl.”

Closing her eyes, Deedee did her best to pretend this was all some fancy beauty salon and she was having her makeup professionally done. Denial would only lead to heartbreak, but it was the most she could do to keep herself from blubbering, which would most definitely make things worse. She felt the chalky, cheap lipstick rub against her supple lips, using all of her restraint not to cringe at how sloppy and smudgy it felt. Still, if all she had to do was sit still for a few minutes and wash this stupid makeup off afterward, then she could get out of this relatively unscathed.

Unbeknownst to Deedee, however, it wouldn’t be as simple as that.

Matti1242: I COMMAND you to fidget like a toddler getting a haircut

Rachel’s Secret: OOF!

AllySmolShork: 0.0

Punisher: I’m impressed, you beat me to it.

Matti1242: Thanks 😊

All of a sudden, Deedee felt a boredom unlike any other creep up on her. It started with a sudden need to wiggle her foot. It was just so restless and energized. It made her hate sitting down all the more. That feeling traveled up into her legs and soon spread throughout much of her body.

Just as Donna was about to finish up her lipstick, Deedee’s body jolted out of her seat, causing her boss to fudge the finishing touches. She expected her boss to be cross with her, but much to her surprise, Donna was flashing a toothy grin.

“Not exactly what I had planned…” said Donna, struggling to finish her sentence as her need to giggle only grew with each second she stared at Deedee’s face. She looked down and took a deep breath, “...but I think this is FAR more fitting.”

Opening her eyes, Deedee was horrified to see the messy line of lipstick that ran across her lower lip. It looked like a child’s first attempt at makeup, which was a thought that destroyed every ounce of her self-esteem. She could feel her heart rate increasing and her tear ducts starting to activate.

And then, without warning, Donna shoved the binky back in place between Deedee’s haphazardly stained lips. “Sorry, DiDee, no time for do-overs. You’ll just have to live with however your makeup turns out!”

Deedee whimpered as Donna got right back to work. Every twitch and shudder was another cosmetic mistake waiting to happen. Her boss cycled through products left and right, powdering and painting her face while smearing on extensive amounts of mascara and eye shadow. By the time Donna was finished with her, she looked more like she was ready for the circus than a horny live stream, not that those diaper dimwits would probably mind one way or the other.
Donna stood Deedee up, making sure the girl’s hands were still tied behind her back. She then ushered her to the other side of the bed, where a small, silk pillow was waiting on the floor. “Kneal,” she said, nudging Deedee towards the pillow.

With no will to object, Deedee stepped forward and lowered her knees onto the plushy cushion. Because of her bulbous diaper, she was forced to rest her crinkly butt on the heels of her feet. She kept her eyes trained on the floor, too embarrassed to look elsewhere.

Meanwhile, Donna was doing some kneeling of her own. She bent down under her bed and pulled out a long black case with red ribbons all over it. “You know, my husband and I used to love to play together with all the fun stuff in here. Then, he ran off with his slut of a secretary, so it does little more than collect dust,” she said, the hint of bitterness behind her words. Laying it across the bed, she tenderly rubbed her hands along the smooth ridges of the box, the gears in her brain spinning like clockwork. Her sorrowful, scornful look faded into a wicked smirk, “But that doesn’t matter anymore, because I have someone new to play with.”

TO BE CONTINUED…