Free The Submission of Little Emmie by Zoe Blake Page A

she wanted was a bottle of milk, let alone a second bottle of water, but she began to drink it without protest. Little did she know that Papa and Nanny wanted to fill her tummy with liquid. The sooner it filled, the sooner she would be filling her diaper. Nothing showed a young lady her true place as the little girl of the household faster than a full diaper!
    Once she ’d finished the second bottle, Papa rose and gently placed in her bed. Emmie quietly laid down in the fetal position on her side, careful to avoid brushing her bottom. He handed her Bunny and gave her a kiss on the forehead. 
    "See you after your morning lessons with Nanny, little one," he said, and walked out of the nursery.
    "Come child, let's get you dressed,” Mrs. Pew said. “We need to get to your lessons if you are to be on time for training with your Papa."  Nanny began to rummage through her dressing cabinet as her charge looked at her with questioning eyes.
    Training? Emmie thought.

CHAPTER TEN
    Lessons
     
    Nanny dressed her in another frilly dress. This one had short puffy sleeves and blue and yellow ribbons woven into the lace edge around the hem and collar. Since the dress hem ended mid-thigh, her drawers peeked out below. They too had a lace edge with matching blue and yellow ribbons. A pair of white knee-high socks and black slippers completed her outfit. 
    While Emmie was not completely comfortable with what her husband had provided for her wardrobe, she certainly did not miss the constricting corsets and tight, heavy dresses with drapes and drapes of fabric. With no lady's maid it would have taken quite some time to wrestle into her corset, petticoats, drawers and dress.
    Then there would be her hair. She had always had a mass of unruly hair filled with curls.  Each morning she would have to tame it into an appropriately harsh, up-swept bun. Now she wore it cascading softly down her back loosely tied in a yellow ribbon. She felt light and free, albeit childish, in her new attire. The only thing keeping her from truly embracing it was the cloth diaper she was being forced to wear. Emmie refused to think about it. If she dwelt too long on the feel of the bulky cotton between her legs and what it meant, she was tempted to cry or – worse - rebel. She could not take another spanking.
    "There, we look like a pretty and proper little girl as you should. Now go take your seat at one of the school desks. It is time to begin your lessons," Mrs. Pew said as she glanced at her ever-present silver watch fob. 
    Emmie was curious about the lesson portion of her day. When her mother was alive she had received the proper amount of instruction for a young lady. She could read and write, was fluent in French and passable on the piano. She loved to paint with watercolors and do needlepoint, and excelled at both. Of course she had also been trained on how to properly manage a household from the staff to the accounts to dinner parties - all of which seemed moot now. She hoped that the lessons would involve some history and perhaps learning another language. Emmie took her seat at one of the three children's school desks in front of the large teacher's desk and blackboard. With her slight frame, she easily fit the child's size desk and chair. 
    "Let us begin," Mrs. Pew said, taking her place in front of the blackboard. "I understand last night you learned quite a few new words. I am going to write them out on the blackboard along with some other words you need to learn and you will write a definition for each."  Nanny picked up a piece of chalk and began to scrawl several words on the smooth, clean surface of the blackboard. At first Nanny’s body blocked the words, but as she moved across, the words became clear to Emmie.  Her cheeks flamed red hot at what she read. There in bold letters were all the words Papa had used the previous night, as well as others she did not recognize.
    COCK    PUSSY    FUCK    CUNNY    NIPPLE    CLIT