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worked to remove. He had never shaved a little before, but found the chore quite delightful.
    His cock throbbed in his pants as he walked back to his room.
    He had made all the papas wait until the girls had graduated before they could have their way with the ladies. He would not allow himself to break his own rules, just so he could fuck her tight little quim.
    Philip needed a distraction. Just knowing that Etta would be going for her bath was making his cock rock solid in his trousers. He stalked down the stark white hall, heading for the playroom in order to check on the other littles and their papas. The ceiling looked like the outside sky, for it had been painted in a pale blue with wisps of white clouds, as it would be on a sunny day. The curtains covering the windows matched the walls with a warm, sunny yellow. When Philip had helped in designing the layout of the nursery, he had insisted on replicating as much of an outdoor feeling as possible, since the littles were to be kept mostly indoors.
    Shelves of toys lined the furthest wall from the door, with everything from blocks to stuffed animals. Philip had hired the best doll makers and craftsmen, insisting that the toys were to be gifts. Very few could know the truth without repercussions.
    Near the door, a white-painted wooden table was most often used for the nannies to sit at and speak to one another, or for the papas to discuss their little ones with one another. At the opposite wall by the door, a rocking chair had seen more use than most of the items in the nursery. The worn wood needed a good refinishing, but a replacement hadn't yet been purchased, and to go without a rocking chair for any length of time would prove difficult.
    Papa Francis, a banker with whom Philip had done quite a lot of business, sat in the rocking chair, cuddling Leda. Her nanny had dressed her in a dark red gown with a bright white bow on the front. She wore a bonnet, and her cheeks were as red as the dress, which served only to make her look far younger. Had her papa been giving her special attention? Papa Francis's daily time with Leda was limited, what with his job and, more importantly, the visiting hours the chateau allowed for the papas. The little ones were on a strict schedule to instill discipline, which meant the papas could not break the rules either. Leda's brown unruly curls had been tamed, much like the young woman. On her arrival she'd been bossy and bratty, disinterested in following the rules, and the staff had soon found that a harsh spanking had not been enough to keep the girl in line. Leda had had her bottom bruised on more than one occasion as she displayed poor choices repeatedly.
    At the moment, she sat curled in her papa's embrace, his hands smoothing over her back as he cuddled the little one in his arms.
    "Leda," Philip said, coming toward the rocking chair. He bent down, drawing closer to her eye level. "I want you to be a good girl and show our newest little Etta the playroom. Will you do that after she has finished with her bath?"
    The young brunette was a few years older than Etta. She had been at the Ashby Chateau far longer than any other student. Her Papa Francis had paid a great deal to ensure her submission to him, but it had not come as easily as any of the staff would have liked. Leda had been temperamental, insubordinate, and had even run away on two separate occasions.
    Philip was taking a huge risk by asking his most troublesome pupil to help guide Etta to be a good little one. He had to trust that the work he'd done with Leda would last, and that she'd seen the error of her ways and would not make the same mistakes a fourth time around.
    Leda nodded, staring up at her papa. "I shall show her the new dollhouse. We can play with it together."
    "That would be nice of you, child." Philip stood back up. "Why don't you go and play so your papa and I can have a word alone?"
    The brunette clung to her papa, unwilling to let him go.
    "Leda," Papa