good babies

"What the f-" Vinny was cut short by Mrs. Langer forcing something in his mouth with practiced expertise. Snatching it from his mouth Vinny discovered she had shoved a pacifier in his mouth.

"The first phase of our therapy is regression therapy. If you're a good baby and do as we expect you can progress quickly. Little Mason here is one such baby. He will be allowed to go on to phase two in a few days." She guided the your hand back to your mouth pushing the pacifier back in your still gaping mouth. "Now obviously naughty language is not allowed. That stays in there unless I or Mr. Langer removes it, understood?"

"Yef mam." You grimace at your infantile voice and remind yourself that this is still better than prison. Mrs. Langer removes your shoes, softly setting them aside as to not wake the sleeping men.

"See I knew you were a smart boy." She smiled up at you as she worked your pants down around your ankles and you quickly cover your bulge. "Just so you know, if you are good there are rewards."

You swallowed hard, trying not to fixate on her beautiful face so close to your crotch. "Like what?"

She delicately moved your hands away. "It depends on how good you are." she caressed your bare, smiling as she watched your bulge grow bigger. As she reached for your underwear the attic door opened, followed by a soft chuckle.

"You want some help with that?"