by Allison West
"What, little Gia?" Papa asked, his hand falling softly to her back as he gently rubbed the bare skin. His touch was soft and warm, and in addition to the thrusting from the doctor's fingers, she felt a second hand slip between her thighs down to her cunny. He separated the folds again and grazed from her clit down over her lips, before thrusting two more digits into her quim.
"Oh my!" she shrieked, the words surprising to herself as they echoed off the walls.
"That is a good girl, my little Gia. I am so proud of you."
"Yes, that is a good girl," Doctor Colt said. "I want you to clench my fingers in your quim. Feel the muscles tighten and pulse. It will help you relax."
How would it help her relax? Her heart raced, and the sensation ached for more, forcing her hips to rock and his single digit to move deeper into her bottom, penetrating both of her openings. Her insides throbbed and, as her toes curled and her hands clenched, her body finally let go, the muscles inside her quim trembling and pulsating over his digits before he withdrew them.
"What was that?" she gasped, trying to catch her breath.
"Evidence that you are capable of receiving, as well as giving, great pleasure, I am certain. Do you understand that you are not to touch yourself, little Gia? That feeling is reserved only for your papa to give you. Not even your nanny may indulge in offering that sweet release you just felt," the doctor said.
Her eyes lazily opened and the room felt too bright. Her pussy continued to throb and pulse, but the ache and need for release had floated away.
"You may get her dressed and returned to her nursery. The girl should go down for a nap without much trouble."
"A nap?" little Gia whined. She felt sleepy but not tired. The young woman could not fully explain the feeling that sated her. "Will you stay with me, Papa?"
"I cannot," he said, "but I will come and visit you after you wake up."
The doctor tossed the gloves away, cleaned the thermometer, and then headed out of the room, leaving Gia with her papa to dress once more.
"Please. I will not tell anyone," Gia said, sitting up on the examination table. Her legs felt like jelly, and her cunny still throbbed and felt hot, much more so than earlier, at the beginning of the exam.
What had the doctor done to her, and how soon would her papa indulge Gia and do it again? She hoped it would be soon. Would Nanny Vivian allow them some time together? She wanted to feel her papa's thick fingers exploring her womanly folds, pushing in past her pink pucker, forcing another wave of euphoria to rip through her body.
The doctor had given her a gift that she had not asked for or expected. Gia wanted to thank Theo, repay him, and make him feel as good as she felt. Even though it had not been her papa's fingers and touch, she knew that it would not have happened without his approval. Her heart throbbed, her cunny pulsed, and she knew that whatever happened at the chateau, she would have no regrets for signing that contract and allowing herself to become Theo's little Gia. It had been the best day of her life, and it was only their first one together.
Chapter 9
Theo held little Gia's hand as he walked her back toward the nursery. His cock throbbed in his trousers, making every step he took uncomfortable. He wanted to rip her bloomers from beneath her gown and shove his aching member inside her tight pussy. But any fantasy he had about little Gia had to end abruptly as he approached her door. Could he risk breaking the rules of the chateau? How bad would the consequences be, especially for him, on his first day with his little one? He did not dare take the chance that he would never be allowed to visit with her again, but they had both signed the contract, and he was a man of his word.
"Papa?" Gia asked, her eyes wide and filled with longing as her long dark lashes fluttered up at him. She did not have to ask. He could feel the heat radiating off her body as she begged silently for him to follow her into the nursery.
Oh, how he wanted to please his little Gia. He shifted, praying the bulge would disappear or that he would find relief from her lips or tongue. The fantasies trailed through his mind and did him no favors as his heart began to race, picking up speed like a horse galloping on a track.
"It is time for you to lie down for your nap." He remembered Doctor Colt recommending rest for his little one, and he did not wish to deprive her of what she required.
"I do not wish to be alone, Papa."
He glanced down the empty corridor. Sounds and voices were muffled behind closed doors. With no sign of Nanny Vivian nearby, he turned the handle to Gia's room and walked her into the nursery. Perhaps he could tuck her into bed. What harm could come of helping his little love get comfy for her nap?
Theo pulled back the covers and watched as Gia sat at the edge of the bed, removing her shoes and placing them neatly against the wall before climbing under the blankets. He straightened her blankets, drawing them up to her chin before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Although he longed to kiss her lips, to feel her breath mingle with his, the moment was not yet right to take what he wanted. Small steps were important, to ensure that she trusted him and he felt the same way towards her. Based on the fine print of the contract, there was a small window, forty-eight hours, where he could back out of the transaction to be her papa, should he change his mind.
Stepping back from the bed, he headed for the curtains, drawing them shut before retreating for the door.
"Papa, do not go." Gia's voice, though soft, tugged at his heart, tangling him in her web of emotion. It made him feel drawn toward her.
"Go to sleep, my love. I will wait here until you do." Theo did not wish to see her punished for his misdeeds. Perhaps if he spoke with Mr. Hartley, he could procure ample time to spend alone with his little Gia.
A chair sat in the corner of the room. Theo took up residence on the seat. Eventually, little Gia's nanny would pay them a visit. If she saw that nothing sinister had transpired between the two of them, she would not have to alert the headmaster of a potential scandal. Instead, she would find him sitting comfortably, watching her sleep. Perhaps he would be reprimanded for his presence, but he could explain that to Mr. Hartley should the need arise.
"You do not wish to lie with me?" Gia asked. Her words were heavy and slow, filled with nearing slumber.
"I wish for it more than anything in the world, but you need your rest, my love." He kept his focus on her, admiring everything about her, from the way she had handled herself during the exam until right then, when she had spoken so freely without fear of consequence. There was a wildness about her, as though she had been raised in the forest, and at the same time, she also held herself with the dignity of a queen. If he had not known she was a nanny, he would have thought Gia a princess.
What had thrown her into the world of working at the Ashby Chateau? Was it even for him to question?
Her eyes closed, and he watched as her dark brown curls framed her face, falling against her cheek and then slowly covering the pillow as she rested on her stomach. He wanted to reach out and brush the locks from her skin, draw his hand over her back in soft circles, but he refrained from moving. It took a strong man to know when to stop, where to draw the line, and when to remain completely in control. Yes, Gia had wanted him to join her, but it was not up to his little one to make that decision. She would have to accept the grown-ups around her making the choices that she was used to ordering for her charges.
The door creaked open, and his head turned to see Nanny Vivian standing at the door jamb. She pointed to him and gestured he should come toward her, outside in the hall.
Gia slept or, at the very least did not stir, pretending to sleep, as he quietly sneaked out of the room. He doubted she had fallen to slumber so quickly, but it had been a trying day already with the examination.
Nanny Vivian clasped the door shut behind them before speaking. "What do you think you are doing, Mr. Elliott?"
"I'd prefer it if you would call me Theo," he said. "I thought it most appropriate to tuck my little one into bed." He ma
de no attempt to back down or apologize for his actions. It was not as though he had done anything scandalous or taken advantage of his little Gia. She was in bed, alone. Far more had been done by the doctor when he had shoved his fingers into her tight quim and listened to her moans and gasps.
"That is not your job or decision to make. I was to pick the girl up from the doctor's office with you and escort Gia to her room," Nanny Vivian said.
"Had you been there, I would have released her into your care. You were late, so I took upon myself the responsibility of doing what was best for my little one." He stood tall above the dark-haired woman. Her round face and cherub cheeks reddened. Had he angered her? He did not wish to make things any more difficult for Gia. "It was a misunderstanding," he went on, offering the woman a way out, to keep from possibly getting herself into trouble for what had been done.
Nanny Vivian exhaled a heavy breath, and he caught sight of her hands twitching at her sides. He could not tell if the woman was nervous or infuriated with him. Both seemed equally possible. "I shall escort you to the dining hall with our other papas. When Gia awakens from her nap, you may pay her a visit in the playroom," Vivian said at length.
"Thank you." He would see his Gia later, and that was satisfying enough for the moment. To know that when she awoke, he would lay eyes upon her once again. Would she be pleased to see him, or upset that he had been forced to leave the nursery while she slept?
He followed Vivian down the corridor to a room near the headmaster's office, where she escorted him inside. It did not look much like a dining hall, as he had expected a long wooden table with chairs neatly placed around it. Instead, the room was painted in a warm gold, with a dark blue trim. Four small round tables, with four chairs around each, filled the space. At the back of the room, a long table groaned with refreshments, and a kettle rested upon a hot plate.
A gentleman was already sitting there, with tea and a plate of half-eaten pastries on the table in front of him. His eyes were focused on the newspaper he held in his hands.
Theo walked to the back of the room and procured himself a hot cup of tea before deciding on where to sit. Not wishing to be rude or interrupt the sole gentleman in the dining hall, he took a seat at the same table, sitting across from him. Pouring in a dash of milk he had brought over with his tea, he waited for the piping hot liquid to cool before taking a sip.
The gentleman, a few years older than himself, folded the paper and placed it on the table. "You must be new to Ashby."
Was it that obvious? "My name is Theo."
"I am Lawrence," he said, holding out his hand.
Theo shook the gentleman's hand. "How long have you been a papa at Ashby?"
Lawrence leaned forward, his dark blond hair falling slightly into his blue eyes as he reached for his cup, taking a sip of tea. "Two years, I believe. My little Gracie is doing quite well with the institute. My hope is that, come spring, she will be ready to graduate."
"That would be nice," Theo said. He did not know how long his little Gia would be in the care of the Ashby Chateau. However long it took, he would wait for her. "Tell me about yourself, Lawrence. What do you do for a living?"
Lawrence offered a polite smile. "That is not how this works. For the protection of everyone involved, we keep to first names only, and are vague on the details of our lives outside of Ashby. Ask me anything about my little Gracie and I will happily answer you."
Theo nodded in agreement. "What does it take to get special time with your little one?" Theo did not want to break the rules if he did not have to. Briefly, it had been mentioned to him about special time for good behavior, but he did not know what that entailed.
"Is this your first day at the chateau?" Lawrence asked.
"Yes," Theo confessed and nodded, glancing down at the table as he reached for his cup, needing a sip to warm his insides. "Strangely enough, my little Gia used to be a nanny here."
Lawrence cracked a smile. "Well, that has to be interesting for her. How is she taking the role reversal? Being forced to receive enemas and bare-bottom spankings?"
Theo's cheeks reddened at the suggestion, uncomfortable sharing such intimate information with a stranger. "I do not believe she has had to endure either, yet. She was very well-behaved for the examination."
The dark blond hair floated into Lawrence's eyes, and he brushed the thick locks from his face with his fingers. "My little Gracie, she was a spitfire for the exam with Doctor Colt on that first day. It took two nannies and myself to pin her down for the internal part of the exam. That was after her bottom was blistered for the fight she put up. You are lucky if your little one is already listening to you."
Theo did feel lucky, and yet he desired to witness her breaking down, the raw emotion that she felt at being thrust into the role of a child, and forced to accept the rules without question. Undoubtedly, he felt sure it would happen, and when it did, he wanted to be there to cuddle her, pull her into his arms, and shower her with affection. He wanted to be strong and stern but also loyal and loving. He had never been asked to take on so many roles, and yet it was what he desired for his little Gia more than anything.
Chapter 10
Forced from her slumber, Gia was roughly awoken by the sound of wooden heels on the marble floor, clicking so loudly as to force her hands to cover her ears. When that had not been enough to open her eyes, the curtains were whipped back and the light streamed in, bathing the room in the warmth of the early afternoon sun.
"It is time to get out of bed, little Gia." Nanny Vivian's voice greeted her ears.
It would have been more pleasant had it been her papa waking her. Where was he? The last thing she remembered was hearing the squeak of a door, and his retreating footsteps from the room. Had he got into trouble for spending time alone with her in the nursery? She did not want him to suffer because she had asked him to accompany her into her room. Surely Mr. Hartley would understand and be kind in any punishment Theo might have been faced with.
"Where is my papa?" Gia asked.
"He is with the other adults in the dining hall."
"Where is that?" Gia had not been in contact with any papas while she had been a nanny, as Teresa had yet to be claimed by anyone. Since she had had no responsibility of keeping her eye on the little one's papa, Gia had not been made aware of where the gentlemen waited, or what they did in that free time.
"You do not need to concern yourself with his business, only that he wants you prim and proper for when you are presented to him. We must get you shaved before we take you to the playroom to meet the other littles."
Gia swallowed nervously. Being shaved did not sound terrible, but the mere thought of being forced to play with the littles she had been a nanny to was unsettling.
"Come now, Gia. I do not have all day. Undress, and then lie on the mattress. I shall gather enough water and soap. Do not leave this room." Nanny Vivian took a small bowl with her, heading out of the nursery.
Where else would she go? Gia sat up on the bed and removed her stockings first, sliding them down her thighs. She watched the door, waiting for it to open and shut. She did not want to lie naked with the chance that anyone could walk in on a whim.
Her bloomers came off next, and she let them fall to the floor at her feet. She relaxed on the bed, sitting properly but waiting for Nanny Vivian. Even if she wanted to remove the gown, there were too many ties and ribbons at the back. She needed help.
Nanny Vivian returned, carrying a sloshing bowl of water that she placed on the table beside the bed. "Stand up," she said, and Gia did as instructed.
Pushing herself from the mattress, her feet touched the cold marble floor, and her nipples hardened as goosebumps pimpled her flesh.
"Turn around," her nanny said.
She took the instructions well, turning on her feet while she felt the ties loosen and found it easier to breathe. Her breasts were no longer squished into the dress.
"Arms up."
Gia lifted her arms as Nanny V
ivian lifted the dress, removing it from her charge's body. She fluffed the hem and made sure it looked free of dust and dirt before placing it on top of the mattress.
"You will put the dress back on as soon as we are finished with grooming your quim."
Gia's cheeks burned at the word her nanny had used. "Do you do this often to your little ones?" she asked.
"Yes. It was something you should have been taught to do when you were a nanny. It is a wonder Headmaster Philip hired you. Clearly your time as a nanny here was short, but I cannot fathom how he discovered you. Perhaps you stole food or money on the street."
Giana's heart skipped with fear. "Please, you must not tell anyone." She could not let her papa discover the secret of where she had come from, or about her family, or what had led her to living on the streets. Ashamed of her background, her eyes were wide and her bottom lip trembled. "I beg of you."
"Do not beg," Nanny Vivian said. "It is not respectable for a young lady or a little to beg." She retrieved a cotton cloth and placed it on the mattress. "I want you to lie with your bottom on the sheet. It will protect the bed from any mess so I will not have to change your linen tonight."
"Yes, Nanny Vivian." Gia did as she was told, lying back, feeling far more exposed than she had with the doctor. Her body was not shielded from sight by an ugly, scratchy gown. No, instead Vivian could see every bit of skin that covered Gia's naked body. Every freckle and scar was on display.
Nanny Vivian doused the razor in the liquid. Steam wafted from the top of the bowl. She dipped her hand in the water before rubbing the bar of soap, lathering up her palm.
Gia watched, curious what would happen next. She had never been shaved in her most private area before. Would the woman go slowly and be careful? Gia made no attempt to move even the slightest bit.
