"You fit me all the way in on a first attempt," Mr Godfrey said. "You are good at this. How many cocks has she sucked Mr Westall?"
"She says only the one."
"A likely story. No doubt she does not want to shame herself but she should be proud. She is clearly quite the expert. Oh my goodness, that feels splendid."
He had taken hold of Sarah's head as he spoke and commencing sliding her back and forth along the length of his shaft. He moved her faster as her nostrils flared, clearly fighting for breath. Laura felt her own breath catch in her throat and she glanced up at Mr Westall to find he was staring intensely back at her.
"Keep going," Mr Godfrey said, shoving himself into Sarah's mouth. "I am almost there. That's it. That's it." His shaft convulsed as he pulled back and then he rammed into her mouth a final time, remaining still as he let out a long groan. Sarah coughed as he fell back out of her a moment later. She blinked as if realising she was being watched for the first time.
"Well done," Mr Godfrey said. "A capital demonstration. You could all do far worse than learn from this one here."
Sarah returned to her seat to a round of applause which Mr Westall cut short. "Enough," he said, silencing them with a wave of his hand. "I think that is enough excitement for you all. Off for a nap right now."
Laura filed out with the others but Mr Westall stopped her. "A word with you Laura," he said and she turned to find him standing close behind her, his arms folded as he glared down at her. "I wish to speak to you about what happened in the playroom."
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."
"And what is that?"
"Why you of course, you dunderheaded fool."
"But I could not continue along this path could I? Not after last time."
"Oh Edward, you are still hurting aren't you?"
He nodded but did not answer.
"Yes your fiancée cheated on you with a papa. I have no doubt it was a painful experience. But surely it is time to move on. She is gone. He is gone. There can be no harm in loving again."
"But what if … "
She reached across and slapped the back of his hand. "Enough! If you love Laura, you should tell her. She would make as good a little for you as you would a papa for her."
He stood up, allowing a small smile to cross his lips. "Your advice is as sound as always Mrs Flanders. I am in your debt."
"Remember that next time we discuss my pay," she replied as she returned to her needlework.
Chapter 11
It took Laura a long time to get to sleep that night. The whispering of the other women in the nursery was difficult enough to cope with, as was the occasional moan coming from the beds at the far side of the room. The fact that she was laid in an oversized cot having been tucked in by the housekeeper did not help either. Nor did her self consciousness about wearing only a nappy to bed. But worst of all were her racing thoughts. She could not stop thinking about Mr Westall. The look on his face when she'd had her hands between her legs, she would not forget that for a very long time.
It was the first time he had not looked furious with her. She had glanced up at him through half closed eyes as he stared at her core, seeing a hungry look to him, as if he wanted to ravish her there and then.
When she did finally sleep, her dreams were filled with thoughts of him. His hand slid over her posterior again, moving into her as she moaned in place. Her mouth open as he thrust himself past her lips. Tied to the doctor's table whilst he examined her closely.
By the time she awoke she felt overwhelmed with lust. She looked around her and noticed the nursery was empty. Did I oversleep? She climbed over the side of the cot and jumped down to the floor. Where did my dress go?
"Lazybones wear no clothes," Mrs Flanders said from the doorway. "A day spent naked should ensure you are up on time from now on. Come on, we are going on a field trip."
"No, but I cannot. I am naked."
"You have a nappy do you not?"
"That is hardly suitable attire for travel."
"Listen to your inner child. It does not care about such things, only about pleasure and the present, nothing more."