The room was filled with the hum of a vacuum cleaner and a stern, Scottish voice lecturing. "I've told ye before, lass," the voice of the 'Daddy' echoed through the room. "You should be more careful with your toys."

In the corner, the 'Little' sat nursing a sore bottom. She was a vision of innocence, her binky in her mouth, her eyes wide and teary. She looked like a child who had been scolded, but she was indeed an adult woman.

As the vacuuming was finished, the 'Daddy' glanced at the 'Little'. He noticed the wet nappy and couldn't help but chuckle. "Aw, did the scary vacuum frighten you, lass?" He teased her gently.

The 'Little' looked up at the 'Daddy', her eyes wide with concern. She was worried that he would be mad at her for wetting the nappy. But his smile reassured her. He wasn't angry.

The 'Daddy' took the 'Little' into his arms, cradling her gently. He was stern, but he was also caring. He knew how to make her feel safe and loved. "There, there, lass. Daddy's got you," he cooed.

He started to change her nappy, teasing her a bit about the wetness. But his voice was not harsh; it was filled with warmth and affection. "You're just a little one after all," he reminded her, smiling.

As he cleaned her up, the 'Daddy' noticed the red marks from her spanking. He tsked at himself, shaking his head. "I'm a big meanie, aren't I?" he said, half-jokingly.