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The Oak Street Method: Heather by Emily Tilton

After a scandalous incident with a boy in her dormitory a year ago, eighteen-year-old Heather Davis was taken into custody and brought to Oak Street to live with a strict mommy and daddy.

Since then, she has learned the hard way that bad little girls get their bare bottoms soundly spanked. When she is caught with a naughty magazine and punished along with her best friend, however, her body’s shameful response to the punishment cannot be hidden and her mommy and daddy decide that it is time to begin preparing Heather for her eventual training at the Institute.





Publisher’s Note: The Oak Street Method: Heather is a short story which is the fourth entry in the series The Institute: Naughty Little Girls. The books of this series share the same near-future setting as the books of The Institute Series, but they are stand-alone stories. The Oak Street Method: Heather includes spankings, sexual scenes, and age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Emily Tilton

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$0.99

Length: 27,000 words


“I’m going to spank your naughty pussy, now, pumpkin, to teach you your lesson.”

“Oh, please, no,” Heather said, clearly taken utterly aback by a thought of which she had never dreamt before.

“Don’t worry,” George said. “I told you I won’t spank you hard tonight. But sometimes a little girl’s vagina needs to get a special kind of discipline.”

Heather twisted in the grasp of her daddy’s left hand, which he used now to sweep up both her knees as he brought his right down, sharply but without much force, the fingers smacking the lightly furred lips of the virgin pussy.

The girl’s curvy hips bucked, and she cried out more in surprise and startled arousal than in pain, but George held her tightly and spanked her again between her legs once, twice, three times. The last smack sounded distinctly wet, and Heather accompanied it with a little scream.

“Daddy! Daddy! Please!”

“Now, Delilah,” Jane said, and Heather’s mommy burst through the door.

“What’s going on in here?” she demanded of her husband.

The monitor screen showed a look of guilty horror on Heather’s face, as her arousal descended like a stone dropped in a pond.

Jane counted the numbers down. “Nine. Eight. Wait until five, please, Delilah. Seven.”

George said, “What does it look like, Delilah? I’m teaching Heather the lesson she needs. This naughty pussy earned a spanking.”

Delilah advanced to the bed to look down at the spectacle of her little girl spread open, vagina and anus displayed for inspection and discipline.

“Oh, Mommy,” Heather sobbed.


Delilah looked from Heather’s pussy to her eyes, a stern, unreadable expression on her face.

“Five,” Jane said.

“Heather,” Delilah said very softly, “don’t worry. Mommy’s going to kiss it and make it better now.”

A long, keening moan came from Heather, and her whole body writhed in her daddy’s grasp.

“Oh, Mommy, please… please, don’t… please…”

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