Daddy's Here(38)

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.

So he just glanced at them as he glanced at Laura, knowing he had  control over her was enough. Especially as she looked so adorable with  the nappy tied in place.

On the carriage he had enjoyed seeing her discomfort, even as he had  slept through part of it but he had awoken long before she realised he  was alert and watching her. Whenever she looked his way he kept his eyes  tightly closed but the swaying of the lantern had worked in his favour,  giving him man chances to glance across at her and watch her fight with  herself. She was so wilful, unwilling to let go and yet until she did  he knew she was still the old Laura, the daughter they struggled with,  the brat. Wetting the nappy would be the first step on a journey to  becoming a decent human being, to becoming a little.

He watched through half closed eyes as she squirmed and moved on her  seat, her hands clamped between her legs, her knees squeezing together.  As her feet jiggled he again felt the power he had over her growing,  waking him up. It had been so long since he'd done this. The other  littles were so good, they had long passed the babygirl stage. None of  them were even in nappies anymore but when they had been, they had wet  themselves readily and without shame, knowing it was for their own good.

Not her though, not yet at least. She was fighting herself, fighting  against letting go of the brat and becoming the little she needed to be  in order to grow as a person, to learn the joy of letting someone else  take charge.

When she began to lose control at last, he realised he had felt her  tension, his muscles straining as he managed to keep still but only  just. He wanted to shout out, "Let go," but he kept silent, knowing she  had to take this first step on her own, she had to do it willingly.  Everything else would follow from this. She muttered under her breath as  a hissing sound filled the air of the carriage and at that moment she  visibly relaxed. Even as shame filled her features, he could see her  body relaxing and he did too. He had not wanted to admit it but he had  feared she might be able to maintain control for the entire journey. It  would have made everything else much harder.         

     



 

Taking her into the house with her nappy wet and her humiliation  complete would make her far easier to train, to mould into a little. He  had theatrically awoken and stepped down from the carriage, ignoring her  shame whilst smiling inwardly. She was ready and so was he. Let her  education commence.





Chapter 7





Laura looked up at the building before her, glad she was standing on  grass and not gravel. It was an impressive house. Tall windows lined up  either side of an imposing dark wood front door. There were three  storeys in white stone, with statues either corner of the red tiled  roof. Ivy crept tentatively upwards from the ground as if afraid of  Westall, knowing he might beat their leaves as he had beaten her. The  brute.

The carriage rolled away towards the nearby stable block as Westall took  her hand and pulled her up the steps and through the door.

Inside a middle aged buxom woman was dusting a marble statue. She turned  to face them as they entered. "Mr Westall, you're back already."

"We rode all night Mrs Flanders," he replied. "She had an accident  though. Would you mind changing her whilst I go and see if breakfast is  ready?"

"Of course Mr Westall."

Laura blushed deeply. How did he know she had wet herself. "Wait a  moment," she said but she might as well have been talking to herself.

Edward turned to Laura and leaned closer to her, talking in a whisper.  "You will obey her as you would me or you will suffer the consequences.  Am I understood?"

"Yes, sir," she gulped, unable to meet his eyes.

Mrs Flanders took her from Westall's grasp and gripped her hand even  more tightly, bustling her along a thickly carpeted hallway and up a  flight of stairs. "This way child," she said, pulling her through a  doorway into a small room. "We'll soon have you cleaned up."

Laura found herself looking at a rectangular wooden table with straps and bonds at each corner. "Up you get," Mrs Flanders said.

"Must I?"

Mrs Flanders scowled at her. "It was not a request."

Reluctantly, Laura climbed onto the table. Almost at once, Mrs Flanders  shoved her down onto her back, binding her wrists in the straps by her  head. Laura looked up in time to see the woman picking up a square of  cloth from a pile on the cabinet next to the table.

"Let me up off here!" Laura snapped, tugging at the bonds holding her wrists in place.

"Can't have you in that one all day," Mrs Flanders replied. "You'll get a  rash." She untied the knots holding the nappy in place. "My, that is  heavy. We'll get a fresh one on you and then you can have some  breakfast. You must be pretty hungry by now. Lift your hips up for me,  that's a good little girl."