The same rules he applied to the other papas of the school, he was applying to himself. Except he had broken his rule in helping with the doctor's examination and helping Nanny Mae shave Etta's cunny.
He had not been able to stop himself from doing either, and when Doctor Colt had offered him the chance and opportunity to help, he found himself unable to say no. He did not want to, and by the looks of it, Etta had been glad of it as well. It had eased her mind, or so he thought, helping her relax for the internal exam.
He shifted as he walked down the hall, trying to make himself more comfortable. It did not seem possible. He wanted to take her into his bed and find them both with sated passion, but it would have to wait. She needed to be ready in every way possible, both physically and mentally. He had never seen anyone take to it that quickly, and though she had impressed him with her eagerness to please him by calling him Papa, he also did not want to push things too quickly and scare her away. He needed to tread carefully.
Wandering down the hall, he went to find Nanny Mae. Poking his head into each nursery, he spotted her with another little one.
She sat with Gracie, reading her a story while she sucked on a bottle. Gracie's blonde hair reminded him at first glance of Etta, but he knew it was not her. Gracie was smaller in size and though they were about the same age, she looked much younger.
Nanny Mae helped the child to her feet and tucked her into bed, letting her finish the last drops of the secret formula before pulling it from her lips. "Sweet dreams," she said to Gracie as she quietly closed the bedroom door, joining Philip in the hall. "What can I do for you, Headmaster Philip?"
"How was Etta after she and Leda played together?" Philip asked.
Nanny Mae sighed. "Little Etta was upset, but she would not tell me specifically what happened."
Nanny Vivian tore around the corner of the room, her cheeks flushed. She was visibly out of breath.
Philip's stomach flopped. "What is wrong?" he asked Nanny Vivian.
The young woman looked as though at any moment she might cry. "I lost Leda. I turned my back when I was making the bed for her nap, and she stole out of the room. I cannot find her anywhere!"
The headmaster exhaled a heavy sigh. He should have known that Vivian would not be ready for the responsibilities of being a nanny. She needed to be firm yet gentle when necessary. "We will find her. She could not have gone far." There were more than a dozen rooms, and each held a closet to be searched. He needed to keep Papa Francis from discovering Leda had vanished. Not only would it look bad for the chateau, it would prove that Philip did not have the girls under his control.
Leda needed a good lesson in discipline as soon as they found her, and he would be the perfect one to teach her how to behave as a young girl should.
"We will split up. As soon as you find her, bring Leda to my office."
Philip headed down the hall to make sure the door between the littles and his finishing school was, in fact, still locked. His fingers felt over the jamb, finding it left slightly ajar. "Christ," he cursed under his breath. Perhaps it was just a mere coincidence that the door had been left open and unattended.
He walked from the littles' hall to the highly esteemed finishing school that he was known for being the headmaster of. The doors were shut and he walked past each room, glancing through the clear panes to observe the young women behind their desks.
Though he did not see Leda, he heard a scurrying of footsteps across the marble floor. "Leda," he said, calling to her. "Come to me now and your punishment will not be nearly as harsh as it will if I have to find you myself." He was giving her a chance to receive only the paddle, not the cane as well.
Leda ran past Philip, her fists pounding on the doors of the classrooms as she screamed at the top of her lungs. "He keeps us prisoner as littles for their enjoyment!" She