With a jolt she sat upright, confused by the sight of morning light streaming through the window. Had she slept? Sitting up, her bladder screamed for release. Opposite her the man was still asleep. Any thoughts of running were gone until she gained some form of relief from the agony passing through her body.
The carriage bumped over rougher ground and with each jolt, another drop of urine leaked from her, soaking into the cloth until she could hold it in no longer. Even with her hand clamped between her legs, she could not stop the dripping becoming a trickle which then became a flood.
It gushed out of her, soaking into the cloth as she let out an uncontrollable sigh of pure relief. Shame filled her mind even as the pain in her body began to ease and by the time she had finished urinating, her mind was overwhelmed by the thought of what she had just done, wetting herself in public for the first time since she was an infant.
As the last drops left her, she moved her knees apart, trying to reduce the awful feeling of the warm wet cloth on her skin. Opposite her the man stirred as the carriage came to a halt.
“We are here,” the man said, getting immediately to his feet and pushing open the door. “Welcome to your new home.”
Chapter 6
Edward felt alive for the first time in months. A real challenge, a woman in need of his unique style of education who would most definitely benefit from becoming a little more than anyone who he had taught before. As he stepped down from the carriage he looked across at Laura. She looked utterly defeated, her nappy sagging visibly even through her dress.
It wasn’t the defeat in her eyes that pleased him so much. It was the defiance that still flared in her, waiting for a chance to emerge at the right moment. That defiance, channelled in the right way, would send her back home a completely different person. He just hoped her parents were prepared for the change.
When he had got her into the carriage, it felt exhilarating, to have her completely in his power and yet still she looked unwilling to submit, like a caged animal who was still dangerous despite her confinement. He knew he had to play this carefully.
He had been glad when she had called him insane, giving him the perfect opportunity to show her who was in charge. Taking her onto his lap and exposing her posterior had been all about discipline but as her curvy buttocks came into view, a thought entered his head for the first time. She looked delightful in a way none of the other littles ever had. Was her defiant manner revealing itself through her very skin? Was that even possible? He did not know the answers, he just knew the sight of her bottom made him want to do far more than just spank her.
As he smacked her behind and watched it turn red, she screamed and squirmed and fought to escape him. Let her try, she would soon learn such defiance served little purpose. All she needed to know was that letting go of her anger would do her good, submitting to him would make her happy, though he knew she was not yet aware of that. No matter, that knowledge would come with time.
At one point during spanking her, he caught sight of what lay between her legs and a spark of desire developed within him. From nowhere he found himself wondering what it would be like to spank her there, to make her yelp with surprise at the sensation before sliding fingers into her and then…
He shook his head, forcing the thoughts away. It would never do to touch one of his littles in that way. The scandal that might ensue would end his career. Better to think only of her development, ignore the lust that had begun to whisper to him.
He thought back to how she had looked in her bedroom. That mixture of modesty and bratty behaviour when he had stripped her. Her body with its pale skin and the perfect curve of her hips. The way her hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. The swell of her breasts as she had fixedly remained still. It had been hard not to stare at her but he had managed, having done this so many times before made it easier.
Holding her fighting form whilst tying the nappy in place had given him the perfect view between her legs. The swells and folds of soft pink flesh had called to him and he had the same thought he always had when starting them on their journey. What would it be like to touch her there? He never gave in to the primal thought that crossed his mind at that point. So many times a daughter of a Lord or Duke had been naked on their bed and he had been holding their squirming form whilst tying a nappy.
The contract had given him freedom over them and he knew he could take advantage of his strength if he wanted to. But he also knew he would never do it. It would not be worth the tactile sensation of touching them for the consequences. He would lose his power over them if they lusted after him, if he gave in to his primal desires would be the worst thing he could do whilst attempting to mould them into better people.