by Allison West
Chapter 7
Theo sat across from Philip, hardly able to contain his eagerness. The days he had spent waiting for an answer had been absolute torture.
"Her name is Georgiana Hayes. Giana is what she prefers to be called. I have spoken with her, and she has agreed to become your little one, so long as you agree to the rules set forth by the Ashby Chateau," Philip said.
"Yes. Of course." Theo's eyes were wide with excitement and he nodded vigorously, finding it difficult to contain his glee.
"There will be some paperwork for all parties to fill out. Miss Hayes has already done so, signing a document that states she agrees to be your little one, and that in exchange, when she graduates, you are to marry her and take care of her, continuing the contract between the two of you."
"I would be happy to sign whatever you require," Theo said. All he wanted to know now was when he could see her again.
"Also, the first fee for her semester must be paid in full. She has already been assigned a private nursery, but her full studies to becoming a little have not yet begun. I have given her a couple of days to come to terms with the situation and accept the change from being a nanny to becoming a little. I will also need to hire another nanny in her place."
"May I call her little Gia?" Theo asked. Even Giana sounded so formal to him, but he loved the sound of Gia, how easily it could spill from his lips.
"That is entirely up to you, since you will be her papa. After you sign and date everything, we will begin her proper training. You will have the opportunity to visit tomorrow, during her examination. As part of your rights as a papa, we will ensure that her virtue has remained intact. You may sit in on the exam if you like."
Theo's eyes glistened with excitement and apprehension all at once. What if she was not a virgin? Would he still feel the same way he did right now? He could not think about how he might respond or what he might do when the news came to him. She was young, but not so young that she perhaps may not have experienced the touch of another man. Ashby promised a virtuous lady, and would provide him with one. He had to believe that it was money well spent.
He signed the documents and the check, glancing up at the headmaster. "What time shall I return tomorrow?"
"The exam will begin promptly at nine AM. I suggest you arrive a few minutes early to become better acquainted with your little one. It is usually most difficult on the little one's first day. She will likely need reassurances that you want her, and that what she is doing is pleasing you."
Theo rose, concentrating hard to compose himself and not come across as a foolish schoolboy. "Very well, sir. I shall return in the morning."
Theo found it to be another fitful night, unable to get so much as a wink of sleep at the thought of his little Gia. He wanted to run his fingers through her chocolate brown, curly hair and pull her closer, examining her lips, desiring a kiss. Would it be improper for him to steal what he longed for on their first introduction? For years, he had desired a lady who could be his little one, and the mere fact that she had given in from being a nanny to a little one, pleased him greatly. Could he tell her as much, or would his forwardness scare her away from him? The thought that she had signed a similar contract to his made his heart leap. She wanted this… hopefully as much as he did.
His eyes, though heavy, had burned at the first light of the sun creeping into his room. Forcing himself out of bed, he dressed and set off back to Ashby. Theo would be early. Would he be allowed to visit with his little Gia when she woke up?
Arriving at half past seven, he knocked forcefully on the door. He could hear a rush of voices and mumblings from behind the wood.
Standing idly, he shoved his hands inside his pockets to keep warm. The sun would steal the chill from the air when the day wore on, but it had not yet happened.
The locks clicked on the other side of the door, and slowly it groaned open. Theo found it impossible to speak as he set eyes on his little Gia, though she did not look any different than the first day he had laid eyes on her. She was dressed in a similar gown, and her hair was styled the same way she had worn it as a nanny. Had she changed her mind?
"Miss Hayes," Theo said, offering a polite nod upon seeing her. Perhaps it was best to speak with the headmaster about the arrangement before bothering the young girl with questions why she was not in her appropriate attire as a little one. "I am here to see Mr. Hartley."
"Yes, Headmaster Philip is upstairs. If you like, I can take you to him. Please, come inside." She shut the door behind him and led him down the hall toward the back stairwell. "Please excuse the commotion. The ladies are all getting ready to take care of their charges. Some of us overslept, which has caused a flurry through the halls."
A thickly muscled woman rushed out from one door and brushed sharply past Theo, almost knocking him over. He had seen the nanny before with Gia when she had been in the playroom. "Move it!" the woman said, her voice deeper than he would have imagined, yet it seemed to fit her perfectly.
He swallowed nervously, and felt for Miss Hayes if that woman should end up becoming her nanny—assuming she had not withdrawn from signing the papers.
"That is Nanny Beth. It is best to steer clear of her," Gia said, her voice low.
"I will try and remember that, thank you."
"Come with me. We shall visit the headmaster's office," she said. She removed the key from around her neck and unlocked the door once they reached the top of the stairs. Once inside the littles' hall, she spun around on her heels and relocked the door. "Mr. Hartley should be in at this hour."
"I should hope so," Theo said. He walked behind Miss Hayes, his eyes drifting down her gown. It revealed very little, the gray fabric thick enough to hide her curves, and yet his imagination could easily run wild.
"Here we are," she said, stopping outside his door. She gave a prominent knock and awaited a response.
"Yes, come in," the headmaster said.
"Thank you," Theo said, giving a brief nod to Gia before he turned the handle and stepped into Mr. Hartley's office.
"Mr. Elliott, I was not expecting to see you for quite some time," Philip said. "Please, have a seat. What brings you in at this hour?"
He did not dare admit that it was because he could not sleep. He strode over to the sofa and sat down, the cushions helping ease the tension in his shoulders and neck. "I was hoping to have breakfast with her." It was not entirely a lie. Theo had not eaten a bite all morning.
"That is untraditional, Theo, and as you have seen, Giana has not yet begun the process of becoming a little. We will start soon, however. But if you do not mind that she is not yet a little, you may have morning tea with her. There will be breads and pastries which you might find enjoyable, as well."
Theo breathed a sigh of relief. At least Giana had not objected to the contract and what was required of her as a little one. "I think it would be a nice opportunity for us to get better acquainted with one another," he said. "May I inform her of the news, or will you?"
Philip stood up from behind his desk and held up a finger for Theo to remain seated. He opened the door and glanced out into the hall. "Giana, would you come in here for a minute?"
Theo could not hear her response, her voice being too far down the hall, but he did hear the click of her shoes as she walked along the marble floor.
"Yes, Headmaster Philip?" Giana said.
"Giana, this is Theodore Elliott, the gentleman who will become your papa at the Ashby. He has made a suggestion, which I tend to agree with. He would like to have tea with you this morning. Seeing as you do not have a charge to worry about, I think it would be a nice arrangement if the two of you could get acquainted in your nursery room. However, your nanny is not yet ready to begin her day with you. She will be taking care of Teresa this morning, and will then come to find you after breakfast. I usually ask that the door remain open and that papas do not spend quality time in a little's bedroom on their first day; however, I believe Miss Hayes knows the rules of Ashby by no
w, as well as the discipline that follows. I trust the two of you will behave properly during your morning tea."
"Yes, of course, sir," Theo reassured. He stood up and followed his soon-to-be little Gia down the hall. The doors all looked identical, with the hall painted a fresh linen color. No markings, no names or numbers identified the rooms. It seemed the nannies had to remember on their own.
"It is just down here. Third door on the left, from the end of the hall," Gia said. She turned the handle and stepped into the room. She stalled momentarily, taking a deep breath as Theo came up behind her. At the slight hint of contact, she rushed to the windows and opened the shades, allowing more light to come into the room. "It is much bigger than my quarters as a nanny."
Theo smiled and shut the door behind him, coming further into the room. "You do not need to be nervous," he said, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. Perhaps if she knew he was not going to rush her for a romance that needed to bloom, she would relax. "What do you think of your nursery?"
"The nursery is not what makes me nervous, nor is it you, Mr. Elliott."
Theo pushed himself from the bed and stood. "You are to address me as 'Papa.'" He did not like her being so formal with him. Stepping closer, into her personal space, he loomed above her, much taller than she in height and stature. His hand found her lower back as he listened to her sharp gasp.
"Papa, you are not to touch your little one. Not yet." Gia slipped from his grasp, her height making it easier for her to whisk away from him. Her voice remained firm, and he dropped his hands to his sides. She was not in charge, but he also did not wish to take advantage of her. Soon she would discover that her choices would belong to either himself or her nanny, and that she would obey or there would be consequences. Theo did not wish to remind her of that just yet. She would discover it soon enough.
"You are right. I apologize. Until you are regressed, you are still Giana." He sat back down on the edge of the bed, resting his hands in his lap. He needed to see her as the adult she was; her mind and body had not yet reverted to childlike abandon. Her fears would flit away when it did happen, and she would trust him. Theo just had to give it time. "I would like to have tea with you, Giana. Would that be all right?"
"Yes, Papa. I would like that very much."
She surprised him, calling him exactly as he desired. His cock pulsed in his trousers at the mere mention of his coveted name spilling from her lips. He needed to take things slowly, in a few hours everything would fall right into place. The examination was still a short time away, and when it occurred, he would be there to embrace her and soothe any fears she had.
"May I fetch the tea and pastries?" Giana asked. "Usually a nanny or maid would procure the meals, but my change in status here has forced everyone else to double their workload."
"Philip will hire someone soon to replace your position as nanny. I am sure he just needs the time to find a young lady who is capable of caring for the little ones at Ashby."
"Yes, I am sure that he will, in time." Giana pointed toward the door. "I will return in a few minutes. Please make yourself comfortable."
She closed the door behind her and Theo stood up from the bed. Curious, he glanced first out of the window, taking in the view of the sun now high above the horizon. The room was basked in a warm yellow glow. The décor was hand-painted, cherry blossoms along two walls, and trees and vines that stretched along the wall of the door, across to where the washroom with the tub lay situated just beyond another open door. There was no physical door to close, no real privacy in the nursery, not that a little would need privacy. How would his little Gia react to such a different type of care than she was used to? She had been a nanny before, so the change would be great. He had not thought to ask the question if she enjoyed being a nanny. He really did not know anything about her at all. As soon as she returned with the tea, he would inquire about where she had been brought up, and what had led her to become a nanny for Mr. Hartley.
When she did not return within five minutes, Theo found it difficult to remain still. His fingers grazed over the dresser and curiously he opened the drawers, glancing at the white cotton bloomers in the first one. He pulled open the second drawer to discover a black leather box. Wondering what was inside, he tipped the lid, pulling it back as the hinge creaked. His eyes widened at the sight of two, different sized plugs. Would those go into his little Gia's bottom?
Mr. Hartley had given him a strange set of questions to fill out with the initial application; one having asked how interested he was in specific acts with his little one, including bottom play. Now he knew why. Smiling, Theo felt glad that he had put 'extremely interested' on the sheet. Had she seen the form? He could not recall it requiring a signature of any kind, but there were many pages of the application, and he had breezed through most of them.
The lock clicked on the door and he snapped the lid of the box shut, pushing the drawer closed just as Gia stepped back into the room, carrying a silver tray. She brought the contents over towards the bed and placed the items on a small table.
"Come and sit down. The tea is warm and we will get better acquainted with one another," she said.
His heart swelled, and his cock throbbed at the thought of plugging his little Gia's bottom. Would he be allowed to perform the task himself, or would the nanny be the one separating her cheeks? Oh, how he desired to be in the room at the very least, to watch. But would he be able to contain himself? Mr. Hartley had made it clear that keeping her virtue intact was an absolute must until she graduated, but what about if he claimed her bottom? He did not think it would soil her reputation, and if he married her, there was no reason at all to worry. Pushing all thoughts aside, Theo sat back down on the mattress, his heart racing.
Gia's hands shook as she poured them each a cup of tea, spilling a little on the tray. "I am so sorry!" she said, quick to apologize for her actions. "I do not know what has come over me."
"You are nervous," Theo said. He patted the bed for her to sit with him. "Do not worry, I wish only to get to know more about the woman who will become my little Gia."
She exhaled a soft breath. "Little Gia?"
"Yes. Do you like that?"
She remained silent for a few seconds and then slowly smiled, a smile warmer than the sunlight shining through the window. "Yes, Papa. I like that a lot."
Theo smiled as his heart filled with joy. Her delicate little response was just what he wanted. "Tell your papa a little about yourself."
"What do you wish to know?"
"How long have you worked for Mr. Hartley?" He would start with the easier questions. Theo let his tea steep while he took a small pastry and pulled it apart to eat piece by piece. The crust was flaky and warm, buttery as it melted in his mouth.
"Only a week," Gia answered. "He was incredibly kind to me, seeing as how I needed a job."
She did not further elaborate, and he was not sure how much he cared to hear the specifics. "What about your parents? Would they not support you?"
Her eyes cast down at the cup of tea and she reached for the porcelain, never meeting his intense stare. "They are dead."
"I am so sorry," he said, not wanting to offend her. "Had I known, I never would have asked." Theo did not wish to upset her, and seeing as how she had come to work for Philip such a short time ago, he suspected the timing of her parents' deaths may have been recent. Perhaps bringing her into his world as a little was for the best, to pamper and care for her, remind her that the world did not have to feel so harsh and cold, and that she was not alone. "Tell me about yourself. Do you have any siblings?" He prayed silently that she did not have a sister or brother who had recently passed, as well.
"I am an only child," Gia replied. "No cousins nearby, either. My parents and I were pretty close, but that feels like such a long time ago. What about you? Have you been married before?"
Theo smiled. Did he look that much older to her? Yes, he had a few years on her, but it was not uncommon for women to marry a gentlem
an who was already established and had made a home for himself. "No. I have never been married. I will not lie; I have courted many ladies, but I did not find them satisfying. I am not in need of any woman's dowry, and I seek a woman to provide me with eternal happiness. Is that not what marriage should entail? If one must be bound for life, I wish it to be with someone who shares my passion for the same things."
Her eyes crinkled upwards, as though she was smiling without her lips moving. "What are you passionate about?"
He took another bite of his croissant and then sipped the steaming hot tea. "I am enthralled with the idea of my wife being little. Not always, of course, there is a time and a place, but I desire to take care of her whenever I can, and want her to please me without question in return."
Theo could not tell what she thought of the idea. Trying to read her proved difficult, and the door creaked open without warning or so much as a knock. A woman in a dull gray dress with dark black hair and brown eyes entered.
"Little Gia, it is time for you to get dressed. Your examination with Mr. Colt will be soon. Mr. Elliott, you may wait outside until we are done if you would like to accompany us to visit the school's doctor."
"Doctor?" Gia asked. "I am not sick."
Theo pushed himself off the mattress. "I will wait outside." Had no one informed her of the examination to ensure that her virtue was still intact? They were still getting to know one another. He did not wish to spoil the good moments with her remembering that he had had her strapped down for a look at her most intimate area. Perhaps it was not so awful as the word 'examination' made it sound. They all needed to be certain that she was healthy, and not knowing how her parents had recently perished, he did not want anything to happen to his little Gia.
Chapter 8
Giana watched quietly as her papa left the room and the door was shut behind him.
