“I would. Especially if you did something dangerous or if I had to punish you for the same thing multiple times. Victoria has made a habit of ignoring her Daddy’s rules when she gets excited, which is why she’s going to be so severely punished tonight.”
“But I’m a good girl. You won’t have to punish me like that, right?”
She is a good girl. And as much as I appreciate her obedience, I can’t help but hope she does give me a chance to punish herlike thatfrom time to time. “Even good girls do naughty things sometimes. And if you are very naughty, then yes, your bottom hole will get filled with Daddy’s cock so I can be very sure it won’t happen again.”
“I won’t be very naughty, Daddy. I promise.”
That’s not a promise any Little girl I’ve ever met would be capable of keeping, but she sounds so earnest I don’t have it in me to crush her hopes. So I simply press a kiss to her cheek as I rise to my feet and take her hand again.
Victoria is much more subdued, whether from the actual spanking or the punishment that awaits her later, I’m not sure. Likely a combination of both. She and Juliet both hug Isabella, and to my surprise the three of them link hands instead of returning to our sides.
I’m not quite sure how I feel about this little display of independence, but I’m willing to let it go. For now. Today is a big day for all of them, and I can’t begrudge them wanting to face it together.
The front door to the school opens and a woman steps out onto the steps. A warm smile spreads across her face as she holds her arms open wide.
“Welcome, little ones. I’m Miss Evelyn and I’ll be your teacher. Come in and find your seats so we can get started on today’s lessons.”
ChapterTwenty-One
Isabella
Miss Evelyn is beautiful. Her dress, which matches ours in color but looks so much more grown-up, clings to her curves, accentuating her waist in a way I can’t help but envy. Blonde hair, darker than Juliet’s bright white is pulled back from her face in a bun that would look severe on pretty much anyone else, but on Miss Evelyn only manages to highlight her high cheekbones.
And then there’s her smile. It’s warm and comforting, immediately making me feel at ease in her presence. And judging by the way my friends have loosened their grips on my hands, I’m not the only one feeling that way.
Whatever I’d been expecting from our new teacher, it certainly wasn’t this.
Stepping to the side, she gestures for us to enter the building. Hand in hand, my friends and I make our way up the steps and into a large, brightly colored classroom. Art lines the walls, much like it would in any preschool class I imagine, detailing pictures of animals and the letter their names start with. Six desks are lined up neatly in rows facing a whiteboard with Miss Evelyn’s name in careful print written on it.
At the back of the room there are large cubbyholes, three of them boasting plaques with our names on them. Our Daddies guide us over to the cubbies, where they place our diaper bags in our respective spots and remind us that they have extra diapers as well as a change of clothes for our “activity time” later. Embarrassment heats my face at the reminder, and the knowledge that our pretty teacher can clearly hear what they’re telling us. I’m only just now realizing she must be aware of our…uniquerelationship with our Daddies if they’ve brought her to the island, but it’s still humiliating to be lectured about my diaper in front of someone so beautiful and elegant.
Miss Evelyn moves to the center of the room, beaming at us as she clasps her hands in front of her, pulling our attention to her. “All right, girls. Time to say goodbye to your Daddies. They’ll be back after your activity hour this afternoon to pick you up.”
Turning, I throw my arms around Daddy’s neck as he lifts me into his arms. My chest feels funny, and when I swallow, it almost feels like there's something stuck in my throat. If I didn’t know any better, I would say it almost feels like I’m going to cry.
“It’s all right, little doll.” Daddy’s voice is low and comforting as he rubs small circles over my back. “Miss Evelyn is going to take good care of you today. And you’re going to have so much fun with your friends.”
Logically, I’m sure he’s right. Miss Evelyn seems nice enough and I always enjoy spending time with my friends.
But I haven’t been without him for more than a few minutes at a time ever since I came to the island, and the thought of him being so far out of my reach terrifies me. I realize with a start that Iamon the verge of tears as I cling to him, burying my face in his shoulder while he bounces me exactly like one might a fussy baby.
Is this Stockholm Syndrome? There doesn’t seem to be any other logical explanation why I’m not jumping with excitement at the thought of being left somewhat alone. Sneaking away from the school is bound to be easier than sneaking out of Daddy’s fortress of a house.
And yet, I don't feel even a drop of excitement, even at the prospect of finally escaping. The thought of him leaving me simply fills me with sadness.
“Don’t go,” I whisper, tightening my hold on him. “Please, I don’t wanna be alone.”
“Oh, little one. You won’t be alone. Juliet and Victoria will be with you all day and if you need me, I’m just a phone call away.”
“What if I need my diaper changed? Or a paci?” The fact that I’m even considering these things, that I’m turning to him for comfort regarding such humiliating aspects of my life here on the island does little to soothe my unease.
“Miss Evelyn will change your diaper and there is a stash of pacifiers in your bag.”
I don’t want her to change me. I don’t wantanyonewho isn’t Daddy to change me or give me a pacifier or do any of the tasks I’ve come to associate with him. “No!”
Beneath me, I feel Daddy’s chest rise and fall with a deep sigh. “Evelyn, do you have somewhere I can talk to my Little one privately for a few minutes?”
“Of course, Mr. Drake. There’s a family bathroom just to your right or you can use my office down the hall.”
