My cock aches from having been in her mouth without any actual relief, but it’s a small price to pay for my Little one’s mental well-being. Knowing that her fears have been calmed is enough for me, though I do plan to take advantage of her sweet little pussy the second I get her home after the school day is finished.
That will have to wait, however. Isabella isn’t the only one with obligations today. Closing the classroom door behind me, I force my steps forward, down the front steps and to the waiting car.
Blaine meets my gaze in the rearview mirror. “Our Little one all settled in?”
Turning my head, I stare out at the schoolhouse, swallowing hard against the sudden tightness in my throat. “Yes. She had a bit of a rough time letting go, but a few minutes with her paci seemed to settle her down.”
“It’s always hard the first few days of something new. But she’s in good hands.”
“She is. Maxwell did his homework where Miss Evelyn is concerned.”
Blaine chuckles. “I’m sure he did. That man never misses a trick.” There’s a pause, heavy with the weight of my worry, before he speaks again. “Would you like to wait a few more minutes or should we head home?”
As much as I would love to sit right here with my Little one only a short jog away, I force my gaze away from the brick schoolhouse. “Home. I need to at leasttryand get some work done before it’s time to pick her up.”
“I’m sure you’ll feel more yourself once you’re back home.”
I give a noncommittal hum. Under other circumstances, he might be right. But I already know that the house I painstakingly helped to design and build won’t feel like home until my Little one is there with me once again.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Izzy
The morning passes fairly quickly, much to my surprise, especially since we aren’t actually learning anything new. It’s mostly what one would expect to learn in “preschool”—letters, numbers, colors. Though everything does have a slightly sexual bent that both embarrasses and amuses me at the same time, like the beaver book. Even learning our alphabet is based on things like “D is for Daddy’s Dick” which had Tori, Juju and I all in stitches when Miss Evelyn read it out loud.
Lunch is served hot, and we’re told it’s because our Daddies only wanted the best for us and they paid extra to hire a private chef to come in and cook us a hot meal. That knowledge warms me even as I stare dubiously at the fettuccine Alfredo on my plate. It’s far more food than I’m used to eating, and the thought of putting something so heavy in my tummy makes it clench. But I silently lecture myself yet again about needing my strength if I’m going to escape, and even though I know it’s going to take me months to work off what I’ve gained here on the island, I force myself to eat most of my lunch.
Toward the end of lunch, Tori starts to squirm in her seat, prompting Miss Evelyn to ask her what’s wrong. When she sheepishly admits she needs the potty, Miss Evelyn just smiles.
“Then go ahead and potty, sweetheart. As a matter of fact, you should all probably use your diapers. If your Daddies get here and you haven’t pottied yet, we’ll all be in trouble.”
Even though I knew it was coming, the thought of using my diaper in front of anyone but Daddy freezes me in place with fear and indecision. And looking around at my friends, they aren’t crazy about the idea, either.
“Can’t we just use the bathroom?” Juju asks, her nose wrinkling with disdain. “I don’t wanna use my diaper.”
Miss Evelyn frowns, the expression looking oddly stern on her otherwise open, friendly face. “Absolutely not. Your Daddies specifically said you were all to use your diapers while in my care. Since you’re all finished with your lunches, I expect you to potty while I clean up so I can change you and put you down for a nap.”
Rising from her own seat, Miss Evelyn clears our plates from the table as we all sit and stare at one another.
“Are we really going to use our diapers?” Juju whispers, making that same face from before.
“I think we have to.” Although she doesn’t look any happier about it than Juju and I obviously feel, Tori shrugs as if to say we don’t have much of a choice. “Daddy told me if I get in trouble at school he’ll spank me again at home. And since I’m already in big trouble tonight, I really don’t wanna make it worse.”
My Daddy warned me about the same consequences on the drive over, and even though I don’t have a Big Punishment coming my way like Isabella does, I don’t really want to give him a reason to spank me. I would much rather have him pick me up and take me home for a good long cuddle instead.
Falling back against her chair with a huff, Juliet crosses her arms and scowls. “Well, I’m not going to do it. They can all spank me if they want, I amnotwetting my diaper for that woman.”
As if on cue, Miss Evelyn returns to the classroom, her bright smile once again in place. “Who’s ready for a diaper change?” she asks in a sing-song voice that sets my teeth on edge.
When we all simply look at each other and then back at her, she sighs. “All right. Then you can all sit in time out until you’re ready to be good Little girls and use your diapers like your Daddies asked.”
“No, Miss Evelyn!” Tori cries out, clearly distressed. “I’m not trying to be naughty I just, um, sometimes I need a little help.”
Twin red flags appear on Tori’s cheeks at this admission, and Miss Evelyn’s expression turns sympathetic. “I see, little one. Well, there’s no shame in admitting you need help. What about you, Isabella? Do you need help or are you sitting in timeout?”
Juju gives me a pointed look, silently demanding my solidarity. But I really, really do not want to be in trouble with Daddy when he picks me up, so I ignore her look and slowly nod. “I need help, please,” I whisper, my own shame heating my face much like Tori’s.
“Of course, sweetheart. Juliet?”
