Daddy's Here(40)

The medical room had been a recent addition to the playroom, only built  two years before. It had been designed to give the littles a chance to  act out roles and interact with each other whilst they did so. The  straps were deliberately placed to allow them to tie each other down  during their games. At first the room had been closely monitored to make  sure none of those held in place were put in danger. Edward had soon  relaxed when it became clear the enforced tying down was only used for  relieving sexual tension between the littles. It was the same reason why  the swing and rocking horse had been introduced. Until then, there had  been issues between the littles, sleeping together when they should be  in their own beds in the nursery, being caught together in the long  grass outside or in the linen cupboard. This way those tensions and  pressures that built up could be relieved in a healthy way, preventing  the hysteria so common amongst untrained littles.

But there were strict rules in place which all the littles were told  during their first days of study. Each student began as a babygirl,  losing all rights and privileges and being totally dependent on Edward  and the staff for every one of their needs. Progress well and submit  fully and they soon advanced to little, given more freedom, no need for  dummies or nappy changes unless for disciplinary reasons. At that point  they were allowed to relieve the tensions they felt either alone or with  each other, a blind eye being turned to the dalliances until a papa was  found for them. Once they were betrothed to a papa, all carnal  encounters ceased to ensure they remained pure for their papa.

To hear that Fiona had stripped Laura and tied her down was appalling  and Edward knew he had no choice but to punish Fiona. Laura's punishment  would come later.

With the recalcitrant Fiona bent over his desk, Edward had launched into  a lengthy tirade about the rules and expectations he had of his  littles, pausing every few minutes to land another firm smack on her  exposed posterior. Her knickers were round her ankles, serving as a  makeshift binding, helping to keep her legs together.

"You will only play with other littles in the doctor's surgery," he said  as he smacked her again, listening to her cry of pain. "Not babygirls.  Is that clear?"

"Yes papa."         

     



 

"Good, now pull up your knickers and go back to class. If it happens  again you will be put back to babygirl stage yourself. Off with you."

Just as she went to pull up her knickers, he slid his hand down her  bottom and brushed it lightly between her legs. She let out a gasp of  surprise and he blinked as if coming around from a sleep. He looked down  and saw where his hand lay, pulling it away as if burned by an intense  heat.

Fiona looked at him and opened her mouth to speak but he glared at her.  "Out!" he shouted and she turned on her heels, running at speed for the  door.

When she had gone Edward sat at the chair behind his desk and put his  head in his hands. His mind was in turmoil. Why on earth had he just  done that? For the first time when spanking a student he had found it  hard to resist touching her in a more lascivious manner. It took him  several minutes to work out the reason for the lust coursing through  him.

It was Laura. She had bewitched his mind. When he had been looking at  Fiona's exposed posterior, he had been thinking of Laura, picturing what  it would be like to bend her over the table and spank her until her  behind was bright red. Once her nerve endings were on fire he would  unbutton his trousers, pull out his stiff member and slide it into her.  The very thought made him sigh with mingled delight and frustration. Why  can I not stop thinking about such things? He asked himself again and  again what it was about her that was calling to him like a siren but he  could not pinpoint anything beyond her beauty and her defiance.

If only he hadn't heard about Fiona tying her down. It had set off a  chain of thought in his mind that he had been unable to shake ever  since. To think of her bound in place, unable to move away, ready for  him to do whatever sinful deed came to mind. It would remove that bratty  nature of hers, he was certain of that, to have him thrust into her  whilst she could do nothing but moan below him. How had he ever thought  angry thoughts about her? She just needed a firm hand and a chance to  allow her natural submission to emerge. Then it would all be fine, her  issues would melt away like the morning mist when the sun rose.

He stood up and walked out of the office. This was no time to be  thinking sexual thoughts about one of his littles. It was time for him  to teach them about cock sucking.





Chapter 9





"It may sound strange," Mr Westall said, looking down out at the room.  Laura glanced round at the other students all sitting rigidly upright at  their desks whilst she deliberately slouched like a vagabond, wanting  to demonstrate how little she cared for the lesson "but think of it like  sucking on a dummy. You all remember that do you not?"

The girls nodded. Laura sat with her dummy in place, feeling utterly  ridiculous. This was a madhouse. For him to stand in front of such  innocent ears and proclaim the best way to suck a man's member, it was  insanity. There could be no other word for it.

Glancing around her, Laura marvelled at the fact that none of the other  women seemed to mind the subject of the lecture. He had arrived just  minutes after Fiona, striding to the front of the class and calling out  for silence. "Get that dummy back in your mouth!" he had almost screamed  at Laura. She noticed the object in question for it took the place of  the inkwell on her desk. With it in her mouth she listened as he  announced loudly, "You all need to know how to suck cock."

"You need to know how to pleasure your husband to be," he added. "Sarah, up here at once."

A short blonde haired woman stood up and walked from the back of the  room to stand before Mr Westall. "How would you suck a cock, Sarah?"

"I do not know papa. I have only done it once."

A ripple of laughter washed over the room. "Only once? How do you expect  to please your husband if you have only done it once? Would you roast  beef for his family having only attempted it a single time?"

He rang a bell on his desk and an old man walked in, looking at least  sixty and possibly older. "This is Mr Godfrey," Westall said. "He has  been teaching my littles how to suck cock for nearly forty years."

The old man shuffled across to Sarah and nodded to her. "On your knees my girl."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I will not go near his wrinkly old thing."

"Oh dear," Mr Westall announced to the room. "She embarrasses herself and me by declining the education Mr Godfrey can provide."

He grabbed hold of Sarah and bent her over the front desk, whipping up  her dress and tugging her knickers down to her knees. "You wicked girl!"  he cried as he began to spank her, the sight painful enough to make  Laura wince as she watched. "You have offended me and Mr Godfrey. You  naughty girl! And what's this?" He paused, moving his hand down between  her thighs. "You are wet. Somehow I think your disgust is for show. How  many times have I said there is no need to worry about what society  might think whilst you are here. This is a safe place for you to let go  of what you think people might say and do what you know you desire. Now  get on your knees like the good man said."         

     



 

Sarah sank slowly to her knees, her knickers held against the floor as  Mr Godfrey nodded down at her whilst reaching into his trousers. Laura  could not help but gasp around her dummy as she stared. His member was  truly enormous, rigid and almost purple at the tip, seeming to swell and  pulsate as he pointed it towards Sarah's mouth. "The skill is in the  use of your tongue," he said to the class, stroking the shaft as he did  so. "Lots of saliva and good tongue work. Sarah, stick out your tongue  and lick the entire length of me."

Sarah did as he asked, running her tongue from the base to the very tip of him in a single long movement.

"That's good. Bow run your tongue around the head. Pull back the skin a  little with your hand. Here, you take hold of the shaft. That's it. Now  lick around the head and over that little hole. If you can taste a drop  of salt, it's a sign you are doing well."

She followed his instructions, her cheeks turning pink as she did so.  Laura watched in silence, unable to take her eyes from the sight.

"Now take it into your mouth, stretch your lips apart and angle your head so you can take it all the way in."

Laura found herself becoming flushed as she watched. An image entered  her head unbidden, that of Mr Westall standing before her like that, his  member sliding towards the back of her throat until she gagged. She  blinked the thought away, fanning her face as the room suddenly felt  uncomfortably warm.