Daddy's Here(80)

Mrs Flanders yanked her hand away as if it had been bitten, pulling up her dress in an instant. She dragged Laura downstairs, Mr Westall stood in the entrance hall with the other littles who all whispered and pointed at Laura, laughing at her lack of clothing.

“Come on,” Mr Westall said, opening the door and leading them outside. Laura paused to slip on her shoes and considering turning back but Mrs Flanders blocked the way into the house, leaving her no choice but to follow the other littles.

She felt so ashamed she could hardly bear it, her body enclosed only by the cloth around her hips, her breasts, her stomach, her legs, all on show to any who might care to look.

They reached a gate at the edge of the estate and passed through. Before them lay a green valley and down at the bottom of a rolling hill was a small rural village.

“We are not going there?” she said to the little next to her. “Are we?”

“We are,” the little hissed back.

“But I am naked. Please help me.”

Mr Westall held up a hand to stop the group before turning to face Laura. “Will you respect your father from now on?”

“Yes, God, anything. Just let me return to the house.”

“And what of his new wife, Maria? Will you respect her?”

Laura wanted to say yes, anything to end this madness. But no matter how hard she tried, her mouth refused to form the word.

“I thought not,” Mr Westall continued. “On we go.”

Laura’s shoulders slumped as they walked on. She covered her chest with her arms as they reached the village. She hoped to hide amongst the other littles but it was not enough, the villagers pointing and whispering as they saw a woman in her twenties walk past in a nappy and a pair of Mary Janes and nothing else.

“Does the baby want a bottle?” some wag shouted out.

“Better not, looks like she still wets the bed,” someone else shouted.

“She can suck on something of mine instead of a bottle,” a man with a thin moustache said as she passed him by.

“Oh my goodness,” Laura muttered to herself, her cheeks burning red. By the time they stopped, they had gathered quite a crowd around them and she was relieved to pass through a door into a doctor’s surgery.

“In we go,” Mr Westall said, pointing towards a cramped waiting room. “Ah, Dr Jones, we have come for the check ups.”

A tall, dark haired gentleman had appeared from a side door at the sound of their entry and he shook Mr Westall’s hand firmly. “Good to see you again Westall. You first.” He pointed at one of the littles and she followed him through the door whilst the others sat down on the faded leather sofas that lined the walls of the waiting room.

“What are we doing here papa?” Laura asked, hiding as best she could in the corner of the room.

“Making sure you are all fit and healthy and getting some measurements taken.”

“Measurements?”

“Mrs Flanders, a dummy to silence her if you please.”

A dummy was shoved into Laura’s mouth and she was left sucking it as she listened to the ticking clock on the wall, wondering just what she had done to deserve being treated in such a way.

The doctor took one girl after another through the curtain and as they emerged, Mrs Flanders sent them out to find their own way back to the house. Finally only Laura remained and the doctor pointed at her without smiling. “Your turn.”





Chapter 12





Edward stood up when the doctor called for Laura. “Return with the littles, Mrs Flanders,” he said. “I shall chaperone her through the appointment.”

“Very good Mr Westall,” she replied, a hint of a surprise crossing her features. He wasn’t surprised. Every new little who was examined by the doctor was accompanied by Mrs Flanders. It saved any whisper of impropriety from making the rounds. He had no doubt she was wondering why he had chosen to join Laura during her appointment though her professionalism was such that she chose not to argue with him in public. He was glad, it saved him having to explain himself. He wasn’t quite sure what he would have said.

“Into the chair,” the doctor said as they passed through into the examination room. Edward looked at the chair he’d heard talked about though he had not himself seen it before. Similar to a standard wooden chair, it differed in one important respect. Within the seat a perfect circle had been cut out. “Clothes off first,” the doctor added as she moved across to the chair.

“What clothes?” she muttered as she reached down and pulled at the corners of her nappy. Edward was pleased to see she did not attempt to reason with the doctor, acquiescing at once with his command. She was changing already.