The Most Beautiful Girl In The World

by Rachel Burns

  The Most Beautiful Woman

  In The World

  By: Rachel Burns

  The Most Beautiful Girl In The World

  From the Daddy’s Sweetheart Series

  Copyright 2015 Rachel Burns

  Published by Rachel Burns

  Text Copyright © 2015 by Rachel Burns

  All Rights Reserved

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act 1976, no part of the publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by and means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

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  Chapter 1

  Emily made her bed just like the nurses said she should.

  The other girls in her room at the orphanage were talking to each other and giggling. A few of the nurses were very strict. They scolded the girls to be quiet.

  Emily was afraid of the nurses. They hated her the most.

  She wasn’t as pretty as the other girls, and she had a problem with her weight. She didn’t fit the bill. The others were thin and beautiful. They threw it in her face that she used to be a beautiful child, but she couldn’t help that she was always so hungry.

  Whenever she could, she fed the hungry beast that lived in her stomach. That was how the nurses explained it to her. If she let the beast starve, then she could be her pretty self again, and a man would choose her to love for the rest of her life.

  Still, try as she may, the beast demanded attention. Emily was especially good at sneaking around and finding something to eat. Besides, some of the other girls were trying to starve themselves; they gave her their food.

  If she got caught, she was punished. The nurses would send her to the director’s office, and he’d lecture her and call her fat. Then he beat her with a stick that he called a cane.

  Emily would scream, and she fuss and beg, telling him and herself that she’d never find herself in this position again, but she always did. The beast was stronger than she was.

  Men would come, and the girls who were old enough were lined up. At the moment, there were twelve of them.

  The men would walk along the line and smile at the girls until they got to Emily. They looked puzzled and confused when they looked at her. Their eyes went to her swelling breasts and then right on to the next girl.

  Emily didn’t belong here. She was the sore thumb. No man would ever pick her.

  The girls went downstairs for inspection. The nurses looked them over and slapped them when they did something wrong. After that, they got breakfast.

  The girls all sat at a long table and ate. The younger girls served them. At the moment, the orphanage held forty-two little girls of all ages. At the age of twenty-three, Emily was the oldest. The others all left within a year of their eighteenth birthday. She was the only one to turn nineteen here, and so on.

  The girls, who were trying to starve themselves, always liked to sit next to Emily. They’d switch their plates once she finished. Everyone was happy.

  While they ate, the nurses quizzed them about what their future would hold for them.

  Emily knew the answers by heart. One day, a man would come and fall in love with them. He’d take the girl he chose home with him and take care of her forever. He’d be her loving daddy.

  A daddy wasn’t just anyone, and he deserved respect and punishments would still be a part of their upbringing.

  Emily was trying to eat slower. She truly did want a daddy too. The others were also eating slowly. They talked and argued about who would get the next daddy.

  Emily listened without joining in their conversation. She had a bit of experience, and she could easily guess who would be the next to go.

  The men that came here were looking for a certain type of girl. The girl should look young. Two of the girls here fit that bill. They practically had no breasts to speak of at all, and they had tiny faces and bodies.

  The more you looked like a little girl the better your chances were. The smiley happy type also did well. So did the sporty types.

  Her best friend had belonged to the later group. It had been a case of opposites attract. Samantha had been very athletic. Still, they were able to talk about everything. Then when Samantha turned eighteen a black man came. He smiled at Samantha.

  The two girls had been holding hands. Samantha let go of Emily’s hand and took hold of the man’s hand. Samantha left with him. Emily missed her terribly.

  Now that Samantha was gone, Emily didn’t fit into any of the groups, and she’d already heard talk of her becoming a nurse one day.

  The good thing about that was that they could eat whatever they wanted, but the bad part was taking care of the younger girls. They often fought and screamed that they could do things for themselves. A daddy would want to take care of everything himself. The girls needed to be taught that.

  The girl next to her switched their plates. Emily wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Should she just eat it or stop and say she was full?

  She’d planned on cleaning her own plate. Maybe she should just eat what would have been left on her own plate. She guessed it would have been two or three bites.

  She piled her fork full and put it in her mouth. Five big bites later, the plate was empty. Someone tapped her on her shoulder. “Go see the director.”

  Emily looked over her shoulder and saw one of the nurses. Emily stood up, nodding at the nurse that she understood. The girl next to her had to go too, but she was putting up a fight.

  In the end, both girls stood in front of the director’s desk with their heads hung. He scolded Hannah, the thin girl first, claiming that she was very selfish to ruin Emily’s chance at finding a daddy. He even went to the point of saying that it was very unlikely that Emily ever would.

  Emily’s jaw dropped in shock. They’d never come out and said that before.

  Emily hung her head absolutely ashamed of herself. She stood off to the side while the other girl got her punishment.

  She didn’t want to stay here forever and be one of the hated nurses.

  Like every other girl here, she dreamed of a daddy of her own, one who would love her and cherish her. She longed to be special to someone, to feel important.

  Hannah was instructed to pull down her underwear and lift up the back of her skirt. Once she had done that under the watchful eye of the director, he instructed her to lay her hands on the hard surface of the wooden desk while the director got out his cane.

  Emily hated seeing other girls get punished almost as much as she hated getting punished herself. She knew that it was necessary, but her eyes flinched shut each time the cane landed. She cried along with whoever was bei
ng punished.

  Emily had a good heart. She had an innocence that time hadn’t been able to rob her of.

  Emily closed her eyes tightly when the director lifted the cane high in the air. She knew that he used a thin cane and that there would hardly be any marks on their bodies tomorrow.

  The director often reminded them that their husbands would be severer with them. They were only being gentle in case a daddy showed up and wanted to pick one of them out. They needed to be unmarked to be chosen. A daddy would want to be the only man to mark them. It had been explained as a way of claiming them.

  Still, the girls needed to be very good. She needed to know the rules. The most important one was that the daddy was always right. They weren’t allowed to anger him. He would have absolute control over their lives. It was a sign that he cared and loved his little girl very much.

  It would be terrible to be picked out and then ignored, Emily thought as her body tensed up. She was half turned away because she didn’t want to see Hannah in pain. The director was letting her have it.

  “I’m going to put a stop to this today. After I’m finished with you, no girl will ever give Emily their food again.” The cane snapped at Hannah’s bottom, leaving a dark red mark across her thighs.

  Hannah screamed out in pain.

  The occupants in the house all held still for a moment when they heard the cry. Some exchanged looks of fear with one another while others went about their day, thinking that what was happening in the director’s office was none of their business. It was, in fact, a normal occurrence in this house. Discipline was dealt out for an important reason. It was a gift that would make the girls pleasant wives one-day.

  “Please stop, sir. I’ll never do it again,” Hannah begged the director.

  “One last one,” he told her.

  Hannah sobbed louder, knowing that the last one was always the worst. Her body shook as she fought with herself to keep her hands on the top of the desk and her body in position. She certainly didn’t want him to start over again.

  The cane snapped across her cheeks and Hannah screamed out again. Her hands went back to rub over her punished rump.

  Now that it was over, Emily opened her eyes. Hannah had several stripes, which were already fading. Emily felt that her punishments were worse became more area got hit. That would be a reason to lose weight. The tinier her backside the less surface the cane could get her.

  The director scolded Hannah again and told her that she had been cruel and thus he had to be cruel as well. Hannah bent her knees and took hold of her panties and tugged them back into place while she whimpered and nodded at the director.

  “I want you to apologize to Emily.”

  Hannah looked over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Emily. I’ll never do it again. I want you to find a daddy some day.”

  Emily tried to smile at the other girl to let her know that there were no hard feelings, but she still needed to be caned, and she was scared. Emily was a baby when it came to punishment. She cursed herself for not thinking about the cane while she ate.

  “Good girl, Hannah. Now leave.”

  Hannah left the room, crying. She ran out of the room, wanting to have a moment to herself alone in her bed.

  It was Emily’s turn now. She looked at the director.

  “Emily, you know the routine.”

  Emily nodded and stepped out of the corner. She went to his desk and pulled down her panties. She could feel the director’s impatience with her as she leaned over his desk and lifted up the back of her dressed. Her hands shook as she laid them on his desk. He’d given Hannah a severe punishment. He’d probably give it to her worse.

  “Why do you let yourself get used like this time and time again?” he asked Emily.

  “I wasn’t finished with my breakfast when she switched our plates. I only wanted to eat what I would have if she hadn’t switched them, but then I forgot and then the plate was empty.”

  “You know you have to eat less, then your body will get used to less and you won’t be so hungry all the time. It’s that simple.”

  If only it were that simple, Emily thought. He didn’t understand about the hungry beast that lived in her tummy, demanding to be fed. She’d get so hungry that she couldn’t think about anything else. Besides, the orphanage was a boring place and the same things happened every day. There was nothing here to distract her from the beast.

  The director whipped the cane through the air.

  Emily flinched when it landed. Nothing could prepare her for a punishment. It hurt so much every time she got one.

  Why couldn’t she learn from her past mistakes like the other girls did? She wished she were smarter.

  “I’ve been hoping for years that a sturdy strong man would come here and want a wife who shared his stature, one who wouldn’t mind about your weight problem, but, obviously, that isn’t going to happen.” He let the cane crack across her fat hind cheeks, making them jiggle as the shock wave travelled through her body. “If you can’t find a daddy by your twenty-fourth birthday, you will become one of the nurses and help with the younger girls to earn your keep. I’m giving you fair warning, Emily. If you can’t get into shape, you’ll never know the love of a man.”

  The cane landed again. He wasn’t hitting with the same force he used on Hannah, but the words he was saying hurt her worse than the strokes she was receiving.

  His words were breaking her heart. There was no hope for her. She’d never know love, the one thing she longed to have. Her love of food had ruined everything for her. She decided then and there that she wouldn’t eat anything ever again. She wanted a daddy more than she wanted chocolate.

  Then she lowered her decision. She’d only eat vegetables. A couple of the girls were vegetarians. She could become one of them.

  Maybe she could have meat once a week. Maybe twice would be better, but then she wouldn’t have sauce on her meat. Of course, the meat was sometimes dry and the sauce was needed to soften it up.

  Then Emily decided that she would eat normally, but she wouldn’t under any circumstance eat dessert, … only her favorite desserts. If she never had dessert, she might become bitter and cranky. No man would choose a cranky little girl.

  The director punished her while she sniffled and sobbed. She had such a low opinion of herself, and when she felt bad about herself, she wanted to eat. She realized that she’d never be thin and no man would ever want her. Emily lacked the willpower to ever change herself. Even now, she longed for something sweet to eat, something that would comfort her as she worried about her lonely future.

  “I’m disappointed in you, Emily. I’ve known you the longest of all the girls, and I’ll admit that I have a soft spot for you. You’re a very nice girl, but it hurts me to see you sabotaging yourself day after day. As always, you will be excluded from meals today. Use that time to think about what you want from life.” He brought the cane down one last time.

  Emily bit her tongue so she wouldn’t cry out. She was glad that this punishment was over. For the first time, she hadn’t screamed and fussed. She knew that he had gone easy on her. Clearly, he didn’t think that she would ever learn her lesson. He’d given up on her.

  Emily was already twenty-three that meant that she didn’t have much time left. Once she was twenty-four, all hope would be gone. She’d live for the little girls, teaching them to become what a daddy would want them to be. Her only hope was that a fat man would come and want a wife soon. That happened. She’d seen several fat men here. However, they’d chosen thin girls to be their wives.

  He finished and told her to go to her room. She wouldn’t be getting any more meals today.

  She went out and closed the door.

  When she looked up, she saw a man. He was young and extremely fashionable and trendy. He looked sophisticated and elegant. He had the air about him of a man who knew what he wanted and got it. She’d never seen anyone like him before, but even she could see that he was better than the usual men who came here.
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  His hair was a dark copper color. He was a little pale, but his face was so fine. His clothes were the expensive kind, but they were cut in an exquisite and trendy way. Most importantly, he wasn’t fat. He wouldn’t want her.

  She looked away from him and went out and up to her room, wondering what someone like him wanted here. The men that came here were all older.

  It didn’t matter. What mattered was that she had no hope and that she was hungry. If she could fill the empty hole in her belly with food, she could feel loved for a few minutes. Now, she’d never be loved by a man.

  Emily looked out of the window and thought about running away. She dismissed the idea right away. A woman couldn’t live on her own. She needed a man to take care of her or an institution like this one.

  Chapter 2

  Oliver Keaton wasn’t sure if he could go through with this. He’d gotten the address from a business colleague of his. Well, better said, a colleague of his father’s. His father wanted him to show an interest in taking over the family business.

  Oliver had no such interest.

  His parents felt that he was too flaky. They wanted him to be like them, but that was his worst nightmare. He was the youngest member in a long line of very successful Keatons. They were all waiting for him to grow up and become serious like they were.

  Oliver wasn’t ready for something like that, and the others weren’t so old that they needed a break. He told them that.

  His uncle had a very clever idea. They’d cut him off financially if he didn’t get married as soon as possible.

  He’d just broken up with his last girlfriend. She’d only been using him. He could be seen in the press with some model at his side and some sort of drink in his other hand.

  Oliver’s psychiatrist had convinced him that he was one step away from being an alcoholic.

  Oliver talked to him about everything. The good doctor believed that Oliver had a strange need to feel responsible for someone, but that chance had never come. He wanted someone to comfort him in a motherly way because his mother never had, and he wanted to take care of someone else.