Free Against Her Will (Dragon's Lair) by Britta Ashley Page B

to continue struggling when any move would mean inflicting more pain on herself. Julia gathered Sarah’s hair into her fist and made sure to hold it quite close to the scalp.
    Before Sarah could take in the unexpected turn of events, Julia popped the frothy washcloth into the girl’s mouth and scrupulously scoured every nook and cranny. How rewarding, how absolutely satisfying, to watch indignant fury transform instantly into abject misery! Julia almost regretted that training would make these outbursts less frequent. Sure, the girl would need regular spankings for the rest of her life, but there was nothing quite so satisfying as a good, well-deserved thrashing.
    The girl’s eyes reddened and tears ran down her cheeks. She gagged, trying to get away as Julia scrubbed the roof of her mouth. The gargled angry cries quickly changed to high-pitched wails of distress, but the girl had only brought this upon herself. Really, she should be grateful for the soft diaper protecting her bottom. She would learn soon enough to appreciate any small mercies Julia chose to give.
    Julia took the cloth out of Sarah’s mouth, but she held up a warning finger. “Don’t move,” she commanded, and Sarah obeyed. The girl whimpered and sniffled as Julia rinsed out the cloth. When she squirted more soap onto the cloth the girl broke into fresh sobs. This time, however, the anger had changed into pleading.
    “No, no, no!” Sarah begged , her tone filled with proper contrition and humility. “Please not again! I’m sorry, I swear I am!”
    Julia had to work to conceal her smile. “Oh no, little madam, it’s not you who calls the shots here. You’ve had your temper tantrum, and now you must pay the price of disobedience. Open.”
    Such was Julia’s authoritarian presence that the girl opened her mouth immediately, even as she continued to cry. Julia set the bulk of the washcloth into the girl’s mouth until her cheeks bulged, and she allowed the ends of the washcloth to droop from her lips. Idly, Julia flicked the girl’s nipples with her fingernails. Before the girl’s lesson would be complete, she had to make sure Sarah understood her own part in the events.
    “After a while, you will go to your new Daddy,” Julia began, and she hoped Richard would not hear the breathless, jealous catch to her voice. “He will discipline you as he sees fit, at any time or place. If you displease him in any way, he is free to send you back here for re-training.”
    Sarah gurgled behind the foaming cloth, but Julia shushed her. No sense in the girl earning more punishments for herself than her body could take in one day.
    “And believe me, my pet, if that ever happens you will wish you had never been born. ” Julia allowed her lips to curl into just enough of a smile to convey her unstated message: Julia would thoroughly enjoy administering that lesson, if it ever was needed. The girl looked shaken and stopped trying to speak. It was time to become more pointed about this morning’s failings. Julia reached down and unfastened one of the diaper pins before sliding a hand in between the girl’s legs, fondling the girl’s labia.
    “Until you are sent to live with your new Daddy, you belong to me. This belongs to me.” Julia forced the girl’s legs apart and flicked at the clitoris. She would have to shave the girl soon, or perhaps Dr. Schroeder’s staff could do it. It would teach the little minx some manners, if nothing else. Sarah howled and tried to squeeze her legs together, but Julia was having none of it. “Until you are with your new Daddy, every square inch of your body is mine. You will not so much as sneeze without my permission, and you will not hide behind silly ideas of immodesty. This is mine, girl.” Julia thrust two fingers into the girl’s pussy, pumping up and down.
    “ Mrmph!” Sarah wailed. She asked herself, wildly, how her body could flip from pain to pleasure in a heartbeat. She would almost have welcomed…no, not