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Daddy's Here(74)

By:Lucy Wild


She tied the fresh nappy in place before untying Laura’s wrists. “If you’re good and walk properly I won’t have to hold onto you. Will you be good?”

“If I’m not?”

“I’m far firmer with my spanking hand than your papa. Do we have an accord?”

Laura’s face fell as she thought of the stinging pain inflicted by Mr Westall. “We do,” she said quietly.

“Good, now let’s go get you a drink.”

Laura followed her back downstairs into a dining room where Mr Study was sitting at the head of the table. The remaining seats were all taken up by other young women of a similar age to her. They were all wearing similar babydoll dresses and none of them seemed in the least surprised to see her. To her astonishment she realised only Westall was eating. The others were all sucking on a bottle of milk, the teats at the end wedged between their lips.

“Where is my breakfast?” Laura asked as she sat in the only vacant seat.

“Right there.,” Mr Westall replied.

She looked down at a bottle of milk and napkin. “You expect me to drink that?”

“Your choice.”

“Then I refuse.”

“Very well. You will drink from the source instead. Mrs Flanders if you please.”

“Of course sir,” Mrs Flanders said, grabbing Laura’s head and twisting it towards her.

“What are you doing?” Laura asked. “Unhand me this instant.”

“It’s good for you,” Mrs Flanders said, pulling the strap of her dress from her shoulder. As it lowered, she reached into her dress and pulled out her left breast, pushing the nipple straight into Laura’s complaining mouth.

Laura attempted to keep her lips clamped shut but the pressure of the moment combined with the hardness of the nipple brushing against her mouth made her desperate for a breath and she could not prevent herself from gasping. The instant her mouth opened, the nipple went in.

With a squeeze of her breast, Mrs Flanders squirted warm milk straight onto her tongue. “That’s it,” the older woman said. “You have a good drink.”

Laura caught sight of the other girls from the corner of her eye but they merely continued sucking on their bottles.

To her surprise the milk tasted surprisingly pleasant, reminding her of some long forgotten memory of her early childhood, a happier time that she was barely aware was still locked in her long term memory. Her eyes glazed over slightly and she found herself automatically sucking at the breast, drawing more of the warm fluid into her mouth.

It was some time before Mrs Flanders let her go and when she did, Laura sank back into her chair, her stomach filled.

“Give her a dummy,” Mr Westall said. “Keep her quiet for a while.”

Laura blinked and in the time it took to realise what he had said, a dummy was shoved into her mouth. “If she spits it out, tie it in place.”

Laura looked up at Mrs Flanders who seemed to be daring her to try it. She chose to keep the dummy in, the sensation of her early memories giving her a sense of ease that overrode her need to rebel. The fact that none of the other girls were laughing at her helped. She did not feel as if she were being humiliated for the sake of it before them, instead she felt included for the first time in her life.

She sucked at the dummy, her eyes half closed as the other women finished their bottles and then left the room one by one until only Westall, Flanders, and Laura remained.

“Today marks the first day of your education,” Mr Westall said. “Do well and you will soon be home. Continue as a brat and you will remain here for some time. That is all you need remember. Now run along and play.”

He waved his hand as Laura stood up, still sucking on her dummy. She followed Mrs Flanders from the dining room, along a corridor, and then into a playroom.

Inside the other women were playing happily. There was a rocking horse and a blonde woman in her early twenties was riding it with a smile on her face. As she lifted herself on and off the saddle, Laura caught sight of something below her. She blinked in shock as she realised what it was. The saddle of the horse held a wooden phallic cylinder which pointed upwards and the woman was sliding up and down it as she rocked the horse back and forth.

A swing in the far corner contained another phallic shape sticking up from the seat but this was currently unoccupied. Most of the girls were holding dolls and setting out the toy crockery for a pretend tea party.

“Enjoy playtime,” Mrs Flanders said, pulling the door closed and locking it, leaving Laura alone with the other women.

They ignored her, too busy playing. Hearing a moan to her right, Laura walked across the room and pulled back a curtain to find a quiet reading area. On a pile of cushions a red haired girl was laid on her back, book in one hand, the fingers of her other hand deep inside herself.