Chapter 10
Edward led Laura away from the others as they headed to the nursery. She followed him into a dressing room, the walls containing dresses hanging from iron hooks which lined the walls. On the left hand side of the door as they entered were the shortest outfits designed for babygirls, through longer outfits until ballgowns filled the wall to the right hand side of the door.
“I think it is time we change you into something more suitable to a woman lacking maturity of mind,” he said, unhooking a short white frock with embroidered butterflies across the chest. “Change.” He pulled the dummy from her mouth. “Come on, get on with it.”
“Here? In front of you?”
“Are you questioning me?”
“No, of course not.”
“He raised his eyebrows.
“No papa,” she corrected herself.
“Good girl. Change.”
Laura sighed and he had to resist smiling. Her defences were all falling away at last. He watched as she pulled her dress off. Once naked apart from her nappy, she looked up at him with such innocent eyes that he struggled with himself as the urge to kiss her took over his mind. He managed to get control of himself but it took quite some effort.
Stepping into the dress, Laura looked down at herself. “I look so young,” she said, noticing the nappy protruding under the hem of the dress.
“That is the entire point,” he replied. “This system of mine is based on interacting with your inner child. Yours was starved of boundaries at an early age and all your problems have stemmed from there. You now have boundaries in place and you are responding to them, even if you do not feel that to be the case. Do you feel calmer perchance?”
Laura frowned for a moment. “I do not think so.”
“Really? Yet you have agreed to nappy and dummy? You change at my merest bidding, stripping before me as if it were the most natural thing in the world just because I tell you to.”
She frowned again but said nothing.
“Lie down. I need to change you before this evening’s entertainment.”
“I have not wet myself papa. I have been good.”
“That is not the point. I wish to change you. Lie down.”
He hoped she would not call his bluff again, this being the only way he could think of to closely observe her core, see if his feelings for her were real or imagined.
She did as he bid, pushing her legs into the air automatically as Westall untied the knots holding her nappy in place. “You are quite red and sore,” he said, pushing her legs further up and looking closely at her posterior.
“It is due to your spanking papa,” she replied.
“Whatever the cause, some cream is required. Close your eyes and remain still.”
Laura did as requested and he waited until he was certain she was obeying him before quietly reaching into his jacket pocket for his vial of soothing balm. He coated his fingers in the cold cream before smearing it over her buttocks. She gasped but kept her eyes closed, allowing him time to closely examine her core. He found it impossible to resist moving his fingers up towards the tops of her thighs but stopped himself before going too far.
“You may rub the cream in,” he said, “but keep your eyes closed.”
Laura set her feet on the ground and kept her knees apart. She reached between her legs and gathered up the cream, beginning to slide it over her core slowly, spreading her lips apart to reveal what lay within to his eyes.
He ached to touch her but remained still, his face reddening as he fought his primal urges. He watched as she stroked her engorged nub with her left hand whilst her hand worked slowly lower. He silently urged her to push her finger into herself but just as she seemed about to, he realised what he was doing.
“That is enough,” he said, yanking her hands away. “Babygirls do not get to masturbate. That is a sin.”
As she opened her eyes, he grabbed her, pulling her to her feet. “You should spend the evening in the chapel begging for forgiveness.”
He watched her walk away, the nappy visible under her dress. He knew he needed advice so sought out Mrs Flanders, finding her by the fireside in her private chamber. “May I come in?” he asked in the doorway.
“Of course Mr Westall,” she replied, setting down her needlework. “This is a pleasant surprise.”
“I come with a question,” he said, sitting opposite her and folding his arms. “If you would indulge me.”
“It is about Laura isn’t it?”
He was shocked. “How on earth do you know that?”
“I am no fool. I saw how you looked at her. Indeed I also saw how she looked at you, though she does not yet realise what it is she needs in life.”