Academy of Littles

by Allison West

  The nanny's fingers moved over the mound of hair, coating her dark curls in suds. Her digits separated Gia's folds, and she breathed a sharp hiss at the warm contact as Nanny Vivian touched and caressed along her clit.

  "Do not move and it will all be over soon," Nanny Vivian said. She took the razor from the bowl and rinsed her hands briefly before using the blade, dragging it carefully over Giana's outer lips. She dunked the razor into the water and then wiped the remaining hair from the blade before repeating the action, stroke after stroke.

  The woman grazed her clit, pulling back her pussy lips to get every hair, and ensure Gia's quim was soft and bare. The stroke of the razor moved gradually from each side until there was no further hair to tend to. With an additional cloth, Nanny Vivian wiped off the remnants of soap and hair, roughly guiding the cotton material over her cunny.

  "Roll over. We are not quite done yet," Nanny Vivian said.

  "We are not?" Gia did not know what else would follow.

  "I need you to reach back and hold your bottom cheeks spread apart. There is a fine, thin amount of hair that needs to be removed. I cannot have you please your papa as you are currently."

  Gia wordlessly rolled onto her stomach. She paused, unsure whether she felt comfortable grabbing her own bottom.

  "Do as I say, Gia." Nanny Vivian smacked the young woman on the backside, reddening her rear.

  Grimacing and pouting, displeased with the new attention bestowed upon her, Giana grabbed her bottom and spread her cheeks as had been asked of her.

  "Better," Nanny Vivian said and sighed. "Why could you not do that without me having to swat you?"

  Gia did not answer her nanny. Part of her was frightened that the woman might spank her again if she did not give a sound reason. She was also unable to see where her nanny's hands and the razor were located. She did not wish to have her bottom split from an outburst that was not necessary.

  Nanny Vivian's soft, wet fingers passed over Gia's pink pucker. "You are doing well, little one."

  Gia shut her eyes and took in the feeling of the sharp blade of metal on her bottom as it stroked away the hair, from her tiny hole out toward her cheeks. The soap tickled her rosebud, causing her to flinch and moan.

  "Do not move!" Nanny Vivian swatted Gia's bottom. "I cannot finish if you are squirming about like an infant."

  Her eyes had opened and Gia continued to hold her cheeks apart, though her hole had clenched at the first contact of soap, trying not to let any further liquid invade her backside.

  "Almost done." The nanny's voice sounded softer, calm, perhaps relieved to be done with the task.

  The razor dragged over the hair, removing the last remnants before Giana felt the towel scrubbing her bottom to remove any remaining evidence that she was not little.

  Without warning, the door opened, and Gia's head quickly turned to see who the intruder was. She released the hold on her bottom as her eyes landed on her papa.

  Nanny Vivian smacked the girl's posterior. "I did not tell you we were finished."

  "Are we not done?" Gia asked.

  A second swat landed on her rear. Her face scrunched as the sting radiated across her entire backside.

  "I am sorry!" Gia shrieked. Anything to stop the torture to her behind. Was this what it had been like for little Teresa? Oh, the poor girl.

  "I am not pleased," Theo said.

  Giana heard her papa's voice and glanced at him with watering eyes. "I will be good. I promise!" Would the embarrassment and torment ever cease?

  His footsteps echoed over the polished marble as he came toward the bed. "Come here, little Gia."

  She waited to see whether her nanny approved, or if she would punish Gia yet again for another act of disobedience.

  "You may go to your papa," Nanny Vivian said. She glanced at him for a long moment, as though trying to decipher what he was thinking.

  Gia pushed herself from the mattress and, though she was naked, she could not hide herself from him, even if she wanted to. "Yes, Papa?"

  "I am pleased that you call me 'papa', but I am not happy to see that your nanny finds it necessary to discipline you, little Gia. We must rectify the situation."

  "How?" Her voice squeaked with fear as she stared into his gray eyes. "What can I do to make it up to you, Papa?"

  "We will begin training your bottom now, instead of tonight. It will remind you who is in charge, and you will be forced to hold your bottom open to me while I give you your plug."

  "Plug?" Her cheeks burned and she felt certain the room had grown hotter in a matter of seconds.

  "Nanny Vivian, would you please bring the smallest plug? I will administer it, but you may watch if you like, to ensure I am training her properly."

  "Very well," Nanny Vivian said, opening the second drawer of the dresser and retrieving a box.

  Gia's eyes widened, remembering the plug she had pressed into Teresa's bottom hole. Oh dear, was that to go inside her? At least the girl had been lying in bed afterwards. Was she expected to carry it in her bottom all day and sit with it? Her eyes glistened with tears, she was so afraid that it would hurt. She had liked the doctor's touch as he had explored her bottom, but she was not confident that she was ready for something so big and intrusive in her precious rosebud.

  "Climb onto the bed, little Gia. I want you lying on the pillow with your bottom facing me." Her papa knew how to give orders.

  Nanny Vivian placed the box on the mattress and removed the dirty cloths, bowl of water, and razor from the room. "I will be back soon. Do not start without me."

  Did her nanny have to watch what her papa had planned for her bottom? There were no secrets at Ashby, and certainly no hint of privacy, either.

  "Onto the bed," Papa said, swatting her bottom when she did not move quickly enough.

  She pouted, not pleased that he spanked her. His hand was calloused and rough, thick, and wider than Nanny Vivian's. He also had much more strength behind his swat. One smack to her bottom hurt far worse than the cumulative number that her nanny had given her.

  Gia did not waste another second in climbing atop the mattress, moving to lie on the bed. The soft, quilted bedspread felt warm and inviting against her naked skin. Had she not been recently spanked, she might have curled back under the covers. She suspected her papa would not be pleased if she did not obey his commands.

  "Hold your bottom cheeks apart," Papa said.

  She reached behind her and separated her buttocks, allowing him to see her pink pucker. Grateful she was face down, she knew he could not see the embarrassing red blush that must have spread across her face.

  The door to the nursery squeaked open, and she did not dare look to see who had entered. By the sound of the click of feminine heels, Gia imagined that her nanny had returned.

  "Just waiting for you," Papa said.

  She could only hear a slight rustling of movement but did not know what was about to happen. His finger grazed her clit, finding her wetness as he trailed it back toward her bottom hole. "We are going to practice submission, my little Gia. Whenever you obey willingly without question, I will reward you."

  "Reward me, how?" she asked.

  His hand landed roughly on her exposed backside.

  She yelped at the impact, her hands trembling but refusing to let go of her cheeks.

  "You will find out soon enough. Punishments with spankings will also follow for disobedience. Do you understand?"

  Her voice shook as she nodded. "Yes, Papa."

  "Good. I want you to tell me why you are wet."

  Her quim throbbed at his question, the warmth spreading through her as his finger swirled over her rosebud, forcing a whimper to slip from her throat.

  "I want to please my papa." Had she answered him correctly? She could not see whether he smiled or frowned.

  "Good answer," he said, and pushed into her bottom hole, the liquid from her quim having soaked the sheets as he used her juices to thrust his finger in past her dark entrance.
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br />   The throbbing grew in intensity as he pumped his single digit in and out of her pink pucker. "I want to stretch you, make you ready for when I claim you, little Gia. Have you ever imagined my cock inside you?"

  Oh she did not know the right way to answer. Did he desire the truth? What was it that he wanted to hear? She did not wish to humiliate herself, and yet either answer seemed as though it could prove troublesome.

  "Yes, when I was napping."

  One finger swiftly became two as he pushed inside her bottom, stretching and giving her both pain and pleasure as he surely could smell her scent.

  "That is naughty, but I want you to always answer me honestly, Gia. No matter what, I will reward you for the truth." His breath tickled her back and, as he withdrew his fingers, he planted soft kisses over her lower back, forcing her hips to grind.

  She desired more than just his kisses over her skin. She wanted to feel his breath on her quim and his tongue lapping at the juices that flowed freely from her, because of him. Did she dare admit what she desired? "I want your tongue on my clit," she said, the words sounding grossly improper, and yet it was the truth he had asked for.

  "Give me the plug, Nanny Vivian." A moment passed, feeling as though it stretched on forever. His tone was not light or filled with mirth. Had she said something to offend her papa? Of course she should not use such vulgar language, but he had asked her to be honest, and she had done exactly that for him.

  Her brow furrowed as she realized that her papa confused her greatly. Asking questions right now, though, seemed a folly that would likely result in further discipline to her sore bottom.

  She felt the hint of lubricant as he slid the bulbous head of the glass plug in past her tight hole. Gia squirmed and shifted her hips, finding the stretch of her anus uncomfortable as the item began to fill her bottom.

  Her papa continued to push the implement fully inside her rear, until there was no further for it to reach. The plug's girth felt heavy and wide inside her.

  "Come now, stand up for me," Papa commanded.

  Careful not to push the implement out, she felt as though it might slide from between her cheeks if she did not keep her bottom clenched. Gia did not wish to disappoint her papa. Pushing herself up off the mattress, she stood naked in front of him.

  Nanny Vivian reclaimed the gown from the bed and brought it over for Gia to put back on. "After you get dressed, it is straight to the playroom for you, Gia."

  She stood obediently, letting her papa reach for her bloomers and help her back into the cotton material, one leg at a time. With her hands extended into the air, Giana cooperated as Nanny Vivian guided the dizzying colored dress onto her body, and worked to tighten the laces.

  Papa retrieved her stockings, holding them expectantly as he waited for her nanny to finish securing the dress properly. "Sit down on the edge of the mattress," Papa ordered.

  Gia did as instructed, sitting still for her papa while he worked the white stockings gradually up her legs. His firm yet gentle caress against her bare skin only made her heart quicken with each beat. He had stirred the desire inside her, and furthermore, he had dismissed any answer to her wanton need. What had happened? Had she disappointed him? He bent down for her shoes, helping to guide one at a time onto her feet.

  "Are you cross with me, Papa?"

  He had not said a word for several minutes, and she could no longer take the heavy feeling that settled into the pit of her stomach.

  "We will talk later." He did not give her any hint to indicate how much trouble she was in.

  "Come, little Gia. It is time for you to play with the other littles." Nanny Vivian took her hand and escorted her off the mattress and out of the nursery. As she entered the hall, she realized there was a lot more commotion than there had been earlier.

  The door to the playroom had been left open, and the hall was filled with the sweet symphony of littles' laughter and excitement, bubbling through the corridors.

  "It seems they have been waiting for us," her nanny said.

  Chapter 11

  Theo could not believe the mouth on his little Gia. Had she no manners, or filter to keep from speaking so boldly? Certain words floated through his mind, but he knew better than to say them aloud, and worse, her nanny had been just a few steps away, ready on a whim to spank the sense right back into her.

  He had restrained himself from spanking her for doing as he asked: being honest. Her confidence, however, had been misdirected into using language inappropriate and vulgar for either a lady or a little. Theo did not dare imagine the response on the street upon hearing such talk. The scandal that would follow, and people assuming she was a harlot with a mouth that needed to be filled with soap!

  As Nanny Vivian escorted little Gia to her playroom, he watched them walk, stepping out into the corridor. The long hall felt as though it stretched on and on, and the noise and chatter echoing off the walls made it appear far louder than usual. He wanted to speak with Mr. Hartley now more than ever, to discover where his gem Gia had been found. What was her upbringing and background? She had mentioned her parents being deceased. When had they perished? There were questions he wanted to ask Gia, but did not always find it appropriate considering the setting. She was to be little, and any amount of time with her as an adult would slow the regression process—which was not his intention—so he thought it best to ask the person who had hired Miss Hayes as a nanny himself.

  Little Gia stopped at the entrance to the playroom and glanced behind her shoulder at him. It made his heart swell that she cared enough to think of him. He was still getting to know her, but he felt swept up in her world as a little, wanting to please her in return, and make himself happy in the process.

  His faint nod was all she needed to smile before her nanny's hands on her shoulders guided her into the playroom.

  Theo headed down the hall and knocked on Mr. Hartley's door. Was he in his office, or busy keeping the school from running wild? How did he manage to run both a finishing school and an institute for littles? It seemed like an awful lot of work, but the place looked pleasant and clean, and the girls were all kept in line.

  "Come in," Philip said from behind the closed door.

  Theo turned the handle and stepped into the room before shutting the door behind him. "Sorry for interrupting you, Mr. Hartley, I am sure you are busy."

  "There is always work to be done. Do you not find that to be the case as well, Theo?" Philip asked.

  He was quite correct. Work never seemed to lighten up, and though Theo had taken a few days off to follow his fantasies about finding his own little one, he would now be at the mercy of the Ashby visiting hours, likely on weekends.

  "I wanted to speak with you about little Gia. She has me quite puzzled in many respects. I was wondering if you could enlighten me with regards to her background."

  "What ails you, Theo? I assure you that any trouble you may be having with Miss Hayes will be rectified, given the appropriate time and training." Philip did not seem too concerned. Did all the papas pay him a visit within the first few days of signing the contract? Theo had no desire to tear up the paperwork or leave Ashby. He just wanted to know what he was dealing with.

  Theo did not have it in him to repeat Gia's vulgar language. Surely she would get into trouble, and even if she did not, Nanny Vivian would likely see the inside of the headmaster's office to receive a thorough tongue lashing. Theo did not want to be the reason for either scenario. When he needed to be strict with his little Gia, he would be. He had administered the plug into her bottom to remind her that he was the one in charge. Had it worked?

  "There is no direct problem, per se. I was hoping you might explain how she became a nanny at your school. She holds herself well, like a woman of status, and to be perfectly frank, I find it a little troubling that she was working here instead of deciding whom to marry." He took a seat across from Mr. Hartley, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible. Just being in his presence felt intimidating. Did the gi
rls all feel that way, too?

  "I assure you that her past has no bearing on where your future will go."

  "She told me she was an orphan, that her parents recently died. Is that true?" Though he had no reason to doubt her honesty, Theo still found himself forced to ask.

  "I do not have such information, Mr. Elliott. I can assure you that she is in top-notch hands, and that her schooling in submission will be taken seriously. Her past, whatever it was, will hold nothing to what you can offer her."

  Philip had been successful at avoiding answering Theo's question; which meant that either he did not know, or he was unhappy himself with the answer. Theo guessed it was the former, for surely she would not have been hired if they thought her a liability to the chateau.

  Could he continue to ask little Gia about her upbringing? It did not seem appropriate considering the regression training, the constant reminder that she was to be little. Surely Nanny Vivian would not be pleased if he asked the girl what he desired to know. She seemed displeased with him already, though Theo did not know what he had done to offend her. Was it because he had been sitting in the chair while Gia napped? Or perhaps because he had barged in while she was finishing up shaving the hair from his little's delicate region?

  "Do you have any other questions?" Philip asked.

  "What does it take to get special time with my little Gia?" Since that morning, since hearing her moans from the doctor's ministrations, Theo found himself wanting to satisfy her. He had not yet been given the opportunity or the privacy to indulge in his own desires.

  "Usually, it is warranted when she does something above and beyond, or for exceptional behavior," the headmaster said. "Is it that you desire to know Miss Hayes more intimately?"

  Theo did want to know more about her in many ways, but did not want it to sound as though he could not wait, or would not follow the rules. "I do feel it would benefit both of us greatly if we might spend some time without Nanny Vivian present."

  Philip's lips quirked upwards into a small smile. "I see. If I have your assurance that you will not take her virginity, then you may accompany Gia to her bedroom tomorrow evening and help prepare her for bed. It is usually the nanny's responsibility, but if you feel it would help the two of you bond further, I will not interfere. Gia is a wonderful little, and with her knowledge as a nanny, it might be good to let her experience more of what having a papa has to offer."