Page 19 of Double Daddies
Chapter Eight
Nicole
I really,reallyneed to learn to control my mouth.
The taste of lemon lingers on my tongue well after the pacifier is removed, and my bottom aches with every step I take. And, I’m realizing, the cotton of the diaper does an excellent job of trapping the heat from the spanking against my skin.
My very sore, very raw skin, coated with my Daddies’ cum. Embarrassment has my cheeks heating as we walk into what I’ve been told is the main building of the campus, even though I know that nobody can tell I’m wearing their cum on my well-spanked ass. I know, andtheyknow, and that’s enough humiliation for me.
As we walk, Daddy Byron points out different buildings and then rooms, letting me know where to find things. I must look as overwhelmed as I feel, because at one point he stops and crouches in front of me, a surprisingly sympathetic smile curving his lips.
“I know this is a lot, princess. But all you have to do is ask and someone will be happy to show you around. You’ll be in the same classes with the same girls all day, so just follow them where they go.”
Daddy Ezra joins him in crouching down in front of me. “And if youdoget lost, or even if you just need to talk to us, our offices are right over there.” He points to a set of offices behind us, separated by a long wooden bench where I assume naughty girls await their fates. “You’ll need to get permission from your teachers to leave class, but whenever you need us, we’re just right there. Okay?”
“O-okay, Daddy.” The whole “Daddy” thing is getting easier, probably because of the way their faces light up when I say it. I try to tell myself it’s just because I want to keep them happy so they don't send me away, but there’s a warm glow in my chest that tells me I’m lying to myself. That I actuallylikecalling them Daddy, for reasons I’m too much of a chicken to actually examine.
“Good girl.” Daddy Ezra’s praise makes that glow even warmer. “All you have to do is listen to your teachers and play nice with your new friends and I promise you’ll be fine. Do you believe me, princess?”
“Not really.” I probably should have said yes, just to make things easier, but my nerves got the best of me.
Luckily, he doesn’t seem put out by my response. He just smiles and runs a hand over my hair, giving one of the pigtails a gentle tug. “That’s okay. You don’t have to believe me, as long as you listen. And when you realize I was telling the truth, hopefully it will get a little bit easier for you to believe me next time.”
“We need to get you to class, baby.” Daddy Byron’s voice holds a note of apology as he rises to his feet and holds out a hand. I take it, and Daddy Ezra grabs my other hand as we make our way toward my first class together. As a unit.
As a family.
My heart trips in my chest at the thought, but I don’t really have time to consider the implications of it before we’re at the door to the classroom and they’re leading me inside.
The woman standing at the front of the classroom is, quite possibly, the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on. Bright-red curls spill out of a high ponytail, framing a face that looks as though it was carved from the finest polished marble. And when she turns to look at me, her emerald-green eyes pin me in place with a stern look from behind dark framed glasses for a moment before a grin stretches across her face.
“You must be Nicole,” she says, a whisper of Ireland in a voice as smooth as whiskey. “I’m Miss Scarlett, I’ll be your teacher for Introduction to Submission. I’m so happy to meet you. Your Daddies have told me all about you.”
“Oh. Um. Thank you?”
Her grin widens, pleasure sparkling in the deep green of her eyes. “She’s just as precious as you said, Ezra. Go have a seat, sweetheart. You’re in the front row there, next to Cassie.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“And so well mannered.” Looking up, she winks at my Daddies and my tummy flutters with… is that jealousy? “Not that I would expect anything less from the Headmasters’ Little girl.”
Torn between my jealousy and the little boost her praise gives me, I can only nod as I move to go to my desk.
“Excuse me, little girl.”
The stern tone of Daddy Ezra’s voice stops me in my tracks. And not just me. Every single girl in the classroom is now looking at me and my Daddies, their eyes wide.
Where’s a hole in the ground to swallow a girl when you need it?
Forcing myself to turn around, I look up into Daddy Ezra’s stern gaze. “Yes, um, Sir?”
“Did you forget something?”
“I–I don’t know.”
Rolling his eyes, Daddy Byron gives Daddy Ezra’s arm a soft smack. “Don’t be so mean. Can’t you see how scared she is?” He shifts his attention to me, grinning as he holds his arms open. “He just means you forgot to give us a hug, princess.”
“Oh!” Relief floods me as I run the few steps back to them, throwing myself into Daddy Byron’s arms. He lifts me off my feet and Daddy Ezra embraces us both.
