Page 20 of Double Daddies
“Be a good girl and we’ll see you at lunch, little one.” Daddy Ezra presses a kiss to my cheek before giving me another hard squeeze. I receive another kiss and squeeze from Daddy Byron, and then he puts me on my feet, sending me back toward my desk with a swat to my bottom.
Feeling much steadier now, I slide onto the seat beside a pretty blonde girl with her hair in two braids down either side of her head. “Hi. I’m Nicole.”
I hold my hand out to her, but the girl just rolls her eyes. “Right. The homeless girl. We’ve heardallabout you.”
Snicks of laughter run through the small crowd of girls around me and my cheeks heat with embarrassment. “I’m not homeless. I’m just… between homes.”
Okay, yeah, that definitely doesn’t sound any better and the smirks from my fellow students clearly say they know there’s not a difference.
“Can you believe the Headmasters are falling for this bullshit sob story?” The blonde jerks her head in my direction with another roll of her eyes. “Clearly, I haven’t made it obvious enough that they could havethisif they wanted.”
She gestures to her body, which I have to admit is pretty fucking impressive. Compared to my own slim curves, even slimmer now after days on the road with almost nothing to eat, my competition is the definition of a knockout. Round, pert breasts, a slim waist and trim, toned legs. I’d bet my meagerpossessions that she has the perfect ass to complement the rest of her perfect figure.
“Ignore her,” a voice behind me whispers and I turn to find a bright-eyed girl with her chestnut hair pulled up in a high ponytail smiling at me, her brown eyes dancing from behind thick black glasses. “Cassie’s a bit of a cunt even when she’s in a good mood and the news of your arrival has put her in a decidedlynotgood mood.”
“Miss Scarlett!” Cassie’s hand shoots up in the air, and when she speaks there’s a tremble to her voice. “Marni called me the c-word!”
The woman at the front of the room frowns, and even though I’m not the one in trouble, I slump down in my chair a bit. “Marni. Is that true, little girl?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” There isn’t even a hint of apology in Marni’s tone. “Because she’s being a cunt. I call it like I see it.”
“Come here, right now, young lady.”
Slipping from her seat, Marni marches to the front of the room, her head held high as she bends over the edge of Miss Scarlett’s desk without even needing to be told. Our fearsome teacher flips Marni’s plaid skirt up and tugs her panties to her knees, baring her bottom to all of us.
Panties. Not a diaper.
Oh, god. Am I the only one wearing a diaper? If so, I can’t risk Cassie finding out. There’s no way she’d ever let me live it down.
I’m distracted from the horrifying thought of the other girls finding out I’m in a diaper by a loudcrack. A thick red line appears across Marni’s skin, courtesy of the long ruler Miss Scarlett holds in her hands.
“We donotcall our friends rude names, Marni Grace.” Anothercrack, another red line, just under the first.
“Well, she’s not my friend. She’s mean and I don’t like her.”
Sighing, Miss Scarlett shakes her head and delivers a third strike to Marni’s backside, this time in that sensitive spot where ass meets thigh and Marni yelps. “Be that as it may, you will not use such language in my classroom. Am I understood, young lady?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The fourth and final stroke lands across the tops of Marni’s thighs. Miss Scarlett taps her bottom twice with the ruler and Marni stands, then bends down to pull her white panties up over her welted bottom. Tears glimmer in her eyes when she turns to walk stiffly back to her seat, but they don’t fall. And when she passes my desk, she winks.
And I’m pretty sure I’ve made my very first friend here at Good Girl University.
Chapter Nine
Nicole
Our first class is… interesting. I expected an hour of lecturing, maybe being forced to practice kneeling or something, but Miss Scarlett spends most of the time asking us what we think submission means. Why we want a Daddy or a Mommy to submit to. All the other girls have answers at the ready, but considering I’ve had this whole thing kind of sprung on me out of nowhere, I’m not really sure what I’m looking for so I keep my hands and head down and don’t even try to answer her questions.
The conversation is still whirling in my head when Miss Scarlett dismisses us for our next class, Anal Play 101. Hopefully it’s not a very hands-on class. I can’t see my Daddies being okay with anyone else touching methere.
Gathering my books, I slide from my desk, but I only make it about two steps before I trip over something and fall hard on my knees.
“Cassandra Ruth!” Miss Scarlett’s voice rings out, sharp and angry. “Help Nicole up and then you and I are taking a trip to see Deputy Headmaster Montclair.”
“It was an accident!” Cassie’s voice pitches up to an indignant whine. “It’s not my fault she wasn’t paying attention!”
What a bitch. I’m tempted to say it, but the last thing I want is my own trip to one of my Daddies’ offices. They made it very clear this morning that I would be in major trouble if that happened and I’m determined to do everything I can to prove I’m a good girl.
