Daddy's Here(39)

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.

Laura stumbled away from the curtain, mumbling an apology through her  dummy. She sought refuge from the madness around her, spotting a side  door and running for it. She shoved it open and found herself in a  parody of a doctor's examination room. A woman was standing in a white  coat and nothing else, grinning as Laura came in. "A patient!" she said,  grabbing Laura by the shoulders. "I've been waiting ages for a patient.  I must examine you."

"No, I'm sorry. I made a mistake," Laura said, the dummy falling from her mouth.

"Come on, no need to be shy." The girl pushed Laura backwards onto a  table, lifting her dress as she did so. Straps dangled from the table  and as Laura fought to rise, a belt was tied in place over her midriff.  Another one was pushed over her ankles as she sat up and with half her  body held in place it was easy for the woman to push her shoulders down  and tie her upper half in place, her dress remaining round her neck.

"I must check your heart," the woman said, sticking her tongue out of  the corner of her mouth as she picked up a stethoscope. "This might be a  little cold."

"Let me up this instant."

"I must concentrate," the woman said, taking a length of bandage and  wrapping it around Laura's head so it formed a makeshift gag, turning  her protests into nothing more than muffled grunts.

Laura stared at the end of the stethoscope as it was pressed to her  cleavage. The cold tip made her shudder as it moved across to her right  breast, causing the nipple to harden despite her discomfort.

"Good girl," the woman said, swapping the stethoscope for a thermometer.  "Better do your temperature next. I'll just warm it up first."

She unbuttoned her white coat to reveal her naked body, sliding the  thermometer into herself whilst Laura continued to cry out against the  gag. "Soon be warm."         

     



 

A moment later she slid the thermometer free and then pulled the  bandages from Laura's mouth, pushing the end of the thermometer past her  lips. She pulled it back out at once. "You need warming up too."

"Let me go!" Laura cried as the woman's hands slid over her breasts, tugging at her nipples and making her wince.

"You need your medicine first," the woman said, her hands moving lower, sliding over Laura's midriff towards her core.

"Playtime's over," Mrs Flanders' voice called through from the other room. "Time for lessons."

The woman groaned with frustration and pouted as she untied Laura. "Get  well soon," she said, kissing her cheek as Laura got to her feet and  almost ran back through to the playroom.





Chapter 8





Edward looked at Fiona as she bent over his desk. "You know the medical  room is for playing," he said, pacing up and down behind her. "It is not  for teasing and tormenting the new little."

"I was only playing," Fiona replied, letting out a yelp as Edward's hand descended on her posterior.

"That is not the kind of play allowed here and you know it."

"But I've tied down other girls before. We play doctors and nurses."

"They have progressed beyond the babygirl phase. Laura is new here and  must be treated as such." He spanked her again, looking down at her  exposed bottom, her dress across her hips enough to reveal two fleshy  buttocks ready for discipline. Discipline that Edward was only too happy  to provide.

He was appalled by what he had heard. One of the other students had come  to him and whispered about what she had seen in the doctor's surgery.  "I watched through the window and she had the new girl tied down naked.  She was teasing her so much, it was awful."

"Thank you Georgina," he had said, sending her on her way before  collecting Fiona from the classroom and escorting her to his office. She  had denied at first, knowing she was in trouble. It was a shame really,  she had always been one of the best behaved.

"I was only showing her what was in the room," Fiona had lied.

"By tying her in place and running your hands over her body?" he  replied, whipping his hand onto her posterior. "Continue in this manner  and I shall get rid of the doctor's surgery completely. Then none of you  will be able to play in there."