by Lucy Wild
“Must I, Papa? It is so shameful to be exposed in this manner.”
Mr. Crow frowned. “You would question my judgment? Turn and pull down the window.”
“Must I?”
“I will not ask you again!”
She turned and yanked at the panel of glass in the window, sliding it down to allow the cool morning air to swirl around the interior of the carriage. Outside she could see they were passing through the outskirts of a village. A lone farmer was leading a horse and plow through a field that curved away towards a line of trees.
“Now press your chest to the window.”
Vanessa gulped, pleading with him with her eyes, hoping he would change his mind. He pointed at the window and she sighed, seeing no way she could disobey him without incurring his wrath. Twisting in the constricted space of the carriage, she moved her body until it was facing the door, her chest directly in front of the open window. Her face burned bright red as she thought of how it must look to anyone who might see the carriage passing by. Although her face was hidden from view, the swell of her breasts, bouncing a little as the carriage rocked along the rutted road, would be clearly on show in the morning light.
“You see the consequences of questioning me,” Mr. Crow said, his hand moving to the back of her dress. There is another panel here and one in your petticoats. Do not move until I tell you or they will be removed as well.”
Vanessa could only sit there, burning with shame, feeling the heat of the sun on her chest as the carriage slowed, the sound of voices reaching her from outside, making her cringe. She heard a gasp and then a chuckle from a group of people somewhere out there. The carriage slowed even more, almost coming to a stop and she wished the ground would swallow her up as more voices surrounded them. They could all see her chest. She could bear it no longer.
Twisting away, she dived onto her seat, putting her head in her hands to hide her shame. “I cannot do it,” she said. “Please, Papa, it is too shameful.”
“You disobey me!” Mr. Crow snapped, diving on her and fumbling with the flap on the back of her dress. He almost tore it from her in his rage, reaching in and undoing the fabric square in her petticoats. He grabbed her knickers and yanked them downwards, muttering the fiercest imprecations as he did so. “You will press your backside to that window or I will colour it so red you will not sit down for a week!”
With a hitch of her chest, Vanessa tried not to cry. She reluctantly sat up, afraid more of thoughts of the cane being used than the shame of showing herself to the strangers out there. The carriage had begun to move again, a slight relief for her that they might soon pass out of the village and back into the countryside again. With her hips against the edge of the window, she felt the rays of the sun hit her posterior, warming the skin even as her heart filled with icy dread, the thought that anyone out there at that moment could see her bottom.
“Spread your cheeks apart,” Mr. Crow said, scowling at her. “Do not look at me like that. You brought this on yourself for I was about to close the curtain before you had your tantrum. Do it!”
Vanessa reached back with trembling fingers, fumbling in the edges of the dress until she had hold of her buttocks. She pulled them apart, the sun hitting the most private and personal part of her. She thought about how it must look to those outside, seeing her puckered pink hole on display and she wanted to cry.
“Good little girl,” Mr. Crow said, leaning back on his seat and folding his arms. “Now remain like that until I tell you to cease, lest I make you do something far worse as punishment.”
Chapter 20
Nathaniel made her wait for ten minutes before finally allowing her to move away from the window. They would reach town shortly and it was better that he not humiliate her too much on their first outing. He smiled across at her as she buttoned the panel back into place on her chest. He had allowed her to do up the panels on her dress but not the one in her petticoat, a warning that he might force her to exhibit herself to the public again if she were to displease him.
“Pass me your knickers and then open your mouth,” he said when she was done. “Good, little Vanessa.”
He reached into his trousers and brought out his rigid member, the thought of her being on display to so many people having aroused him so much it was almost painful.
He took hold of her head and brought it down over the tip of his cock, pushing her down until he was buried in her mouth, making her gag around him. He held her in place for several seconds before sliding her head back up. He used her to bring him pleasure, thinking of how she would have looked to anyone outside, her tight little hole so wantonly displayed like that. The thought made his member twitch. “That’s enough,” he said, pushing her off him as the carriage began to slow. “I believe we are here.”
The wheels halted and he had barely slid his member away when the driver opened the door, revealing the sights of the town to him and Vanessa. “Some tea first,” he said. “Then I think we will take a walk in the park. Wait for us here, would you?”
“Yes, Mr. Crow,” his driver nodded, holding out a hand to help Vanessa down.
Mr. Crow took his little by the arm and led her through the crowds into a café. He ordered drinks for them both before turning to smile at Vanessa across the table they had chosen. It faced the window and through it they could see carts rolling past, people shopping, talking, all the busy life of a market town on a Saturday morning.
“Face the window,” Mr. Crow said, watching Vanessa twist in her seat. “Undo the corner button and then do not move a muscle.”
“Your tea,” a woman’s voice said behind him and he turned to collect the tray from her. By the time he turned back to Vanessa, she had done as he asked. The corner of the square of fabric had flapped downwards to reveal one of her breasts. Her cheeks were almost purple, she looked so ashamed. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily and he served the tea whilst barely looking down, too transfixed with her. She was willing to obey him no matter what, it was a feeling that made him feel immensely powerful.
“Drink this,” he said, handing her a tea cup. “Continue to face the window.”
He stood up and walked away, leaving her there. Pushing open the café door, he walked outside and took a step back on the pavement, looking in at her through the glass. People barely seemed to notice her, too wrapped up in their own humdrum lives. Occasionally someone passing would do a double take, looking away almost as quickly as if ashamed by what they saw. He looked at Vanessa’s face but she was fixed on staring into the distance, her chest continuing to heave as she sipped her tea.
He returned to her side, draining his own cup before speaking. “Leave it unbuttoned and wrap your cloak around you.”
She buttoned her cloak across her chest, hiding the sight of her breast from view for the most part though the slightest breeze would reveal it once more. The embarrassment remained on her face as she sipped her drink and her breathing was still heavier than normal by the time he paid the bill, leading her out onto the street. “Let’s take a walk in the park, shall we?” he asked, taking her arm and walking her through the crowds towards the wrought iron gates in the distance.
Once inside the park, they slowed to a stroll, Nathaniel nodding to other couples. “This is pleasant isn’t it?” he said, breathing in the fresh air. “Are you enjoying it?”
“I am trying to,” Vanessa replied. “May I cover up yet?”
“You are covered up. Nothing is on show to anyone yet still you complain. Honestly, Vanessa, you must work harder at overcoming your shyness. Come with me.”
He walked off the path and onto the grass, passing into a copse of trees. A row of bushes fronted the trees, shielding them a little from view and it was here that Nathaniel stopped, turning to her. “Undo the panel on your front as I undo the rear.”
She turned away from him, reaching inside her cloak and undoing the buttons whilst he did the same behind her, revealing her posterior which looked heavenly framed within her clothin
g. He knelt down behind her, placing his tongue on the valley between her buttocks, plunging in to find her hole whilst she gasped above him. “What are you doing?” she asked. “People might see.”
He did not reply. They were hidden from view although the sounds of people talking nearby carried easily on the breeze. His tongue slid into her posterior before gliding out again and then he kissed her buttocks before standing up once more.
“On your knees,” he said. “I will get you over your shyness if it’s the last thing I do.”
She sank to her knees and stared at his hips as he pulled out his member, stroking it in his hand, bringing it to life before her gaze. “Open your mouth,” he said, taking hold of her head in his hands, drawing her onto him. He pushed himself in past her lips, fucking her face whilst she gagged on his shaft, saliva running down her chin. He was not gentle, roughly slamming into her until he felt himself on the verge of climax. When he knew it was about to happen, he pulled out, listening to her gasp for air with his hand a blur on his shaft, his other hand holding her head in place.
“Get ready,” he growled before letting out a grunt and then losing control. His shaft jerked in his hand and he looked down in time to see a spurt of hot whiteness fly from it, landing directly on Vanessa’s face. A second spurt splashed into her mouth, landing on her tongue. A final twitch of his member and the last of his seed hit her cheek, running slowly down to her chin. “Do not touch that,” he said as Vanessa’s hand moved up to wipe it away.
He lifted her to her feet and leaned down, taking her nipples into his mouth one after the other. “That is to prove you are mine,” he said, standing beside her and pointing at the seed coating her face. “Let us continue our walk.”
Chapter 21
Vanessa arrived back at the school alone. What was supposed to have been a pleasant morning out with the man she loved had turned into the strangest experience of her life. The worst part of exposing herself had been the tiny whispering part of her that had enjoyed it, that had sent her heart pounding when she thought of all those people who might get turned on by the sight of her body but be unable to do anything about it because she belonged to Mr. Crow.
She had sat in the café with her breast exposed, looking out of the window and trying to ignore that part of her. It would not do to let that part take over, the part that was aroused by the way she was so wantonly exposed to the gaze of strangers, it might make her do things she would never live down, that she might never forget.
So she took comfort in her shame, glad to cover up once more with her cloak when he gave her permission. In the park, she had been exposed again but at least in a spot where no one could see, at least she thought no one could see. He had coated her face with his seed and then she had walked beside him through the park, feeling certain that everyone was staring at her, wondering what it was that was stuck to her cheek and her lips, that dripped and dried on her chin as their walk took them along the riverside back towards the carriage.
“I will not be returning with you,” Mr. Crow said as he helped her up the step of their coach. “I have some business to attend to first. I am trusting you not to remove that until you return to the school. Do you give me your word?”
“I do,” Vanessa nodded and then he closed the door on her. She rolled away out of town, pulling the curtains over the window before sinking back onto her seat. She wanted to wipe away the obscene mess on her face the moment she was alone but something stopped her from doing it. She realized it was that she did not want to lie to him when he asked her about it later.
She arrived back at the school mid afternoon, the other littles were all gathered in the hallway when she walked in. Despite her curiosity as to the reason, she rushed past them for the stairs, taking them two at a time and then darting into her bedroom. She used water from the jug by the window to wash her face, removing his seed with a slight sense of sadness, knowing his mark on her was gone.
Returning to the hallway she found Mrs. Carpenter attempting to regain some sense of order over the raised voices of the littles. “Calm down,” she shouted, waving her arms at them all. “If you calm down for a moment, I will explain the situation to you.”
A hush settled as Vanessa joined the others, whispering to Tabitha as she did so, “What’s going on?”
“Miss Pelham’s gone,” Tabitha hissed back.
“What?”
Mrs. Carpenter’s voice carried over the group. “I know you’re all wondering what’s going on. Yes, it is true that Miss Pelham has left the school but do not worry, your lessons will not be affected. A new teacher has been organized. He will start on Monday.”
He. Vanessa realized the important word there. He. It was to be a man who took over. To have Miss Pelham explain the ways of pleasing their husbands in the bedroom was one thing, but to be taught by a man!
“Now I want you all to go back to your rooms and I would ask you not to gossip about the reasons for Miss Pelham’s departure. It is not the done thing. Off you go.”
Vanessa climbed the stairs with the others listening to them talk.
“I heard she ran off with the coal boy.”
“Pregnant I reckon.”
“What if he wants to spank you, are you going to let him?”
“Good riddance to bad rubbish.”
The talk continued throughout the day but Vanessa avoided joining in. She spent the afternoon in the playroom, taking her favourite doll to bed with her that night. Come Monday, Mr. Crow had not yet returned and Vanessa wondered what he would think of the new teacher, if he even knew one had been appointed.
The door to the classroom was open when the littles arrived there after breakfast. They filed in to find a brooding man running through books on the front desk. “No, no,” he muttered to himself. “This will not do; this will not do at all.”
“You,” he said, pointing at Vanessa. “What is the capital city of Brazil?”
“I do not know, sir.”
“Not good enough. When was it founded?”
“I do not know, sir.”
“Ridiculous. You are what, fourteen?”
“I am twenty-one, sir.”
“Then you should know far more than you do. “What is the journey time from here to Paris?”
“I do not know, sir.”
“I have had enough of this idiocy. You will all watch this and remember it for next time you skimp on your learning. Come here, you.”
Vanessa moved towards his beckoning finger, standing before him with her legs turning to jelly. He looked furious with her. With no warning, he grabbed her, bending her over the desk, his hand slamming down onto her posterior with heavy whacks. Vanessa shrieked in pain, there was not a hint of gentleness to him, his spanks were nothing more than sadism and the agony was more than she could bear.
She attempted to squirm away from him but he was too strong, shouting to the rest of the class that the same fate awaited them if they did not pay better attention to their learning. “You are here to learn,” he said, lifting Vanessa to her feet and spinning her round to face him, his finger jabbing her in the chest. “Lift your dress.”
Vanessa was about to protest but the look in his eyes was enough to silence her. She took hold of the hem of her dress, raising it to her waist. The teacher yanked her knickers to her thighs, exposing the redness of her behind o the class. “Face the blackboard,” he said, watching her shuffle on the spot. “You will remain like that for the rest of the morning as a reminder to all of you of the consequences of not taking your education seriously.”
Vanessa stood with her dress in her hands, her bottom burning with heat from the blows he had struck. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he scraped back his chair and sat down at the desk, looking up at her with a flicker of a smile crossing his lips, as he announced loudly, “Things are going to quite different here from now on. No half measures like your last teacher. You will work hard, or you will be punished severely.” He pointed directly at Vanessa. “Playtime is ov
er.”
Chapter 22
The next week was the worst Vanessa had ever known. The new teacher seemed to take a personal dislike to her to such an extent that she was singled out in every lesson. It made her yearn for the return of Miss Pelham. She wanted to speak to Mr. Crow about it but he was still absent from the school. The situation was not helped by the silence of the other littles.
At the break for lunch on Monday, Vanessa was finally allowed to pull up her knickers and return to her seat for the teacher to give a lengthy speech to them all, telling them how different things would be under his tutelage. “None of you are to go running off to the head either,” he ended, pointing at each of them in turn. “He has enough on his plate at the moment without you whining to him. The first of you that speaks to him about my teaching will get a daily meeting with my cane. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” they all replied in unison.”
Vanessa went straight to Mrs. Carpenter when the class was dismissed, knocking on the door to her room, tapping her foot impatiently whilst she waited for the housekeeper to answer.
“What on earth is the matter?” Mrs. Carpenter asked when she opened the door at last. “Why are you not eating lunch with the others?”
“The new teacher, who is he?”
“Mr. Forrester? What do you mean, who is he?”
“Is he the devil himself?”
Mrs. Carpenter looked shocked. “What is the matter with you, Vanessa? You’re talking gibberish.”
Vanessa quickly explained what had just happened. “He humiliated me,” she said when she was done, pushing her way into Mrs. Carpenter’s room. “You must tell Mr. Crow.”