"I am not a child!"
"I beg to differ. Adults do not stamp their feet when they do not receive enough gifts from their parents. Adults do not scream and hurl abuse when they do not get their own way. Adults do not get up late. Should I go on?"
"Please Mrs Flanders. Please find me something to wear."
"What kind of person would I be if I gave in to begging? Now come over here and have breakfast."
She pulled out her large breast and Laura shook her head. "No, please, not again."
"You will be spanked if you refuse." She took a step closer to Laura. "Besides, I know you are hungry."
She grabbed Laura's wrist and held her in place. "I will not," Laura said.
"You will!"
Laura felt the older woman's hands on the back of her head, pushing her downwards. Her mouth opened without her realising and then the nipple was past her lips and she was gulping the warm fluid down, sucking at the nipple and at times allowing her tongue to slide around it in concentric circles.
Her insides tingled as she heard Mrs Flanders' breath change, becoming more laboured as she continued to lick at her nipple. She realised she was inadvertently teasing her and felt a tiny dash of power for the first time since arriving. She moved her hand up to the other breast, testing her reaction as she squeezed I harshly. Mrs Flanders said nothing.
Deciding to see how far she could take things, she slid her hand up to the strap on Mrs Flanders' shoulder, sliding the dress free to expose her chest in its entirety.
She began to play with the globe of flesh so recently revealed, all the while continuing to suckle. She squeezed the nipple between her fingers, her own nipples stiffening as she did so.
Mrs Flanders stroked her hair. "That's a good little," she said, her hand moving down to Laura's breasts, cupping them in her hand, her palm brushing back and forth over the hardened nipples.
Her hand slid down towards Laura's nappy but just as it began to reach inside Mr Westall's voice reached them from downstairs. "We are waiting Mrs Flanders."
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.
As the nappy fell to the floor, he could not help staring at her body, looking down at her core as she hopped up onto the chair, he bottom sinking into the hole in the chair. "What is this for?" she asked, pulling the dummy from her mouth.
"To gain the measurements needed," the doctor replied. "Legs apart."
Edward watched as her knees were tied to the sides of the chair, her core half on view from her slightly sunken position. He realised as he looked at her that there was no turning back. He had to have her. If she passed the medical he would ask her to marry him, to become his little for the rest of their lives.
"Name?" the doctor asked, tying her wrists to the arms of the chair before picking up a notepad.
"Why am I being tied in place?"
"To stop you from falling if the measuring causes hysteria. Name?"
"Laura Rothsfield."
"Age?"
"Twenty."
"Are you sexually active?"
"Must I answer?"
"Yes you must. Have you ever had sex?"
"No, never."
"Be honest. A beautiful woman like you with a body like that. Surely you must have done."
"I have not and I am offended by the suggestion sir."
"I merely have to be sure." He took a tape measure and wrapped it around her left breast, making a note of the marker. He did the same with her right before taking note of the size of a multitude of her body pats. Her nipples, her lips, her fingers, all neatly recorded in his notepad. Finally, he stepped back and took hold of a handle on the wall. "You may feel a little discomfort Speak out if it becomes too much to cope with."
He began to slowly wind the handle in a circle. "What are you doing?" Laura asked as the sound of cranking and clicking filled the air. She realised a moment later and Edward observed her reaction closely when the brass cylinder rose from beneath the chair and edged upwards between her buttocks.
"Let me go!" Laura yelled, fighting against the bonds holding her tightly in place.
"I will not," the doctor replied bluntly. "I must first ascertain the measurements I need." He continued slowly turning the handle.