by Maggie Ryan
“Good. Make sure you put a tiny bit of lubrication on the end of the thermometer,” Lucas continued. “Just use enough to make inserting it into Lucy’s bottom-hole a bit easier. Too much and she will be tempted to try to expel it before it has time enough to give a proper reading. She needs to become accustomed to this routine as well. I’ve already put some salve on her bottom and legs but you might also apply some if she behaves having her temperature taken.”
“And if she fusses, my Lord?” Molly asked as he set a small pot of lubricating cream next to the box with the thermometer and the jar of salve on the small table by the bed.
“Then, Molly, I trust you to teach her that naughtiness will cause her bottom to burn,” Lucas said simply. “You are never to hesitate to demonstrate your authority, Molly. I don’t care if her bottom is purple and welted from earlier discipline. If our little one is naughty enough to earn another spanking, it is your duty to see that she gets one. Never go easy on her as that is not what our little one needs. She will learn only through consistency that the condition of her bottom depends upon her own choices.” Molly swallowed hard but nodded, understanding that he was telling her that he would be watching her to make sure she was capable of assuming the more difficult duties her new role required. She said a quick prayer that Lucy wouldn’t see fit to fuss but worried that the young woman would definitely not appreciate learning about her naptime regimen.
“Certainly, Sir,” Molly said. “I will do as you say. Do you wish me to stay with her until she wakens?” Lucas knew that his wife would be required to nap for at least three hours and that the compartment didn’t truly provide a place for her nanny to do anything more than sit on the bed or in the small desk chair.
“No, I don’t feel that is necessary. Wait until she is asleep and then you may return to your own compartment or perhaps enjoy visiting with some of the other nannies in the reading car. If Lucy decides to be disobedient and get out of bed before either you or I awaken her, then I’m afraid she will simply have to accept the consequences.” Molly nodded, knowing exactly what those consequences would be. She made a note to herself to make sure her young charge understood as well. With everything being addressed, Lucas left the room. He knocked softly on Molly’s door and then slowly opened it. He smiled at the sight of his wife, sitting on the floor, dangling a ribbon in front of her kitten. Cleo was sitting up on her haunches, her front paws batting at the end of the ribbon. It was a most delightful scene.
“Is Cleo feeling better?” he asked as he squatted down beside his wife. Lucy nodded and then giggled as the cat fell backwards having missed the ribbon.
“She is much better, Papa,” Lucy said. “I told her that she was safe and promised to come play with her every day… is…is that all right?” Lucas gently petted the cat and then placed a kiss on top of Lucy’s head.
“I think that is a wonderful plan, Kitten,” he said. “As long as you are a good girl, you may play with Cleo whenever you like.” She beamed up at him, her giggle brightening the room as the cat pounced onto her lap, pawing at the necklace that was dangling against the front of Lucy’s dress. Lucas reached out and ran his hand along the chain, cupping the charm in his palm. He wondered what had caused her to bring the necklace out of her chemise where it usually laid next to her heart.
“I…I wanted to read it, Papa,” she said shyly and he understood she had needed confirmation that she was what the inscription said: his heart, his life, his love. He bent to kiss the charm and then kissed her lips. Lucy felt an instant surge of arousal, her nipples pebbling inside her dress, her tummy tingling as she remembered the intense pleasure he had drawn from her earlier. Lucas was experiencing the same arousal but forced himself to take control.
“I’m afraid pleasure must wait, little one,” he said standing once more and reaching down for her hand. “It is time for little girls to take their naps.” Lucy flushed both with his admission that he knew she had been feeling aroused as well as the fact that being an adult woman capable of both taking and giving pleasure did not negate his desire to put her down for a nap just as any small child would be. “Kiss Cleo and come along,” Lucas ordered softly. Lucy sighed but obeyed, tucking her pet back into the basket underneath the small table. She took Lucas’ hand and soon found her hand passed to Molly. “Obey Miss Molly, Lucille,” Lucas said taking her chin in his fingers and raising her eyes to his own. “Her authority is only second to mine, little one. Do as she says and have a good nap. If you are my good girl, I believe there is a car that has lots of games and books where a pleasant afternoon can be spent. If you are a naughty girl, you shall be spending your afternoon on your little stool on your hot spanked bum.” Lucy swallowed hard, her face turning crimson at the picture his words had drawn inside her head. “Do you understand me, Kitten?” She nodded slowly.
“Ye…yes, Papa. I’ll be a goo…good girl,” she promised. Lucas smiled and bent to kiss her once more before releasing her.
“Then, I shall look forward to spending an afternoon enjoying games or perhaps a story with you after your nap. Sleep well,” he said and left the compartment.
Chapter 4
Molly released Lucy’s hand and turned her gently around. She untied the large bow of the white pinafore, removing it and placing it on the bed next to where the gown and nappy had been placed. She didn’t mention the items, knowing that Lucy must see them as she was undressed. Molly wanted to allow her to grow accustomed to the idea and accept the fact that she would be diapered. Lucy seemed unable to look away from the items, her eyes also seeing the pair of rubber pants that would serve as a diaper cover. She had once before worn the embarrassing nappy, but it had been only once and many days since she had even been put to bed for a nap, and she had managed to push the memory into the back of her mind. The pacifier she knew was meant for her mouth and the heavy wooden hairbrush that seemed innocent, Lucy knew, could tear into a naughty girl’s bottom cheeks. All too soon, Lucy felt her shoes and her stockings being removed. She was gently guided to turn around and her arms lifted as Molly removed her chemise, baring her breasts. Lucy blushed as her nipples instantly hardened at the exposure, her hands automatically lifting to cover them.
“No, Lucy,” Molly admonished gently as she pressed the woman’s hands down. “You know better than to cover your titties.” Lucy closed her eyes at the coarse word and shuddered as she felt her drawers being untied and drawn down her legs. She obediently stepped from them, standing as naked as the day she was born before her new nanny, shamed knowing her bottom was probably still showing signs of her recent spanking. Molly took a deep breath, knowing that Lucy had been good so far but being undressed was the least of the girl’s worries. Molly removed the clothing from the bed, hanging the dress and pinafore in the closet, laying the stockings and drawers on the shelf. Lucy simply stood, her hands aching to move but forcing herself to remain still.
Molly saw Lucy shiver and look down at the nightgown lying across the bed, obviously seeking both its warmth and concealment. Trying to remember how firm Mrs. Bremmer was with the young women of Wintercrest, Molly took a deep breath, said another silent prayer and made a show of moving the nightgown as she took a seat on the bed.
“I know you are a bit cold, sweetie,” Molly said as she patted her lap. “We’ll get you into your nightgown after we are done here. Come along, over my lap, Missy,” Molly ordered as she reached for the box Lord Huntington had placed on the table. Lucy had frozen, obviously fearing a spanking for attempting to cover her breasts when being undressed. Molly looked up and gave the woman a smile. “I’m not going to spank you, Lucy,” she said seeing the relief flood Lucy’s eyes. “I need to take your temperature and then finish getting you ready for your nap.” Lucy was indeed relieved but shook her head.
“Molly, I don’t need to be over your lap for that,” Lucy said with her own smile before opening her mouth as if awaiting a thermometer to be placed under her tongue. Her mouth slowly closed as Molly opened the box and with
drew something long and made of glass with a large bulb at the end.
“What’s that?” Lucy asked in a voice that was barely audible. Molly shook her head as she put the box back on the table and picked up the small pot of lubricant.
“This is your thermometer, sweetie,” Molly answered, opening the pot and placing the lid back on the table beside the box.
Lucy had never before seen such a thermometer. “Um, that’s too big for my mouth,” she stated even as her stomach began to churn.
Molly shook the thermometer, assuring the mercury was at the lowest level in the bottom of the bulb. “Of course it is, you silly girl,” Molly said, patting her lap once more with her free hand. “It goes up your bottom. Come along, over my lap, please.” Lucy’s hands flew back to cover her bottom, her heart hammering as understanding dawned. Molly’s smile disappeared as she looked at her charge. “Lucille, don’t think I didn’t hear you address me improperly,” Molly said firmly. “I’m willing to be a little lenient as this will be the first time you undergo your naptime regimen. However, if you do not place yourself over my knees this instant, I will not hesitate to take your hairbrush and blister your bottom before placing your thermometer into it. Now, no more dawdling, right over please.”
Lucy’s eyes slid from the tube to her nanny’s face to see absolutely no flicker of uncertainty. “Lucille, I will not ask you again,” Molly warned. Lucy stumbled a bit but then climbed onto the bed and awkwardly bent over her new nanny’s knees. Molly was intensely pleased and quickly arranged the girl so that her bare bottom was exactly where she desired it to be. Lucy squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Perhaps if she didn’t see what was happening, it could all be just a horrid dream. Molly dipped the bulb of the glass tube into the small pot to lube it before returning the pot to the table. Lucy tried to be good, truly she did but as she felt Molly’s hand drop to her clenched bottom, her fingers reaching to pull a small cheek away from its twin to expose her bottom-hole, she began to squirm. Molly almost lost control as the small woman continued to wiggle about. A sharp cry sounded as Molly released Lucy’s cheek only to slap her hand down upon its surface.
“No!” Lucy cried out, her embarrassment at what was about to happen consuming her.
“You don’t tell me no, young lady,” Molly said applying another swat to Lucy’s bottom. “Your Papa wants your temperature taken and it shall be done as he requires. Now, do I need to blister your bottom, or are you going to be a good girl and stop squirming about like a little worm?”
Lucy didn’t want her temperature taken in this manner but also did not want her bottom blistered. It was as if she were stuck with impossible choices, choices that would cause her both embarrassment and pain. When she heard Molly sigh and felt her shift on the bed, Lucy gave her answer.
“No, please, Miss Molly, please don’t…don’t spank me,” Lucy begged, her bottom clenching tightly. “I’ll… I’ll be still.” Molly laid the brush back onto the bed next to Lucy’s face so that the girl would know it was readily available if needed. One hand holding the thermometer, Molly used her other hand to pull her young charge more firmly into her waist.
“I don’t care if your Papa has already spanked you, Lucille. If you are naughty again, little one, I will be blistering your bottom.” Inspiration born out of necessity struck Molly. With both hands occupied, she thought of a way to not only make her job easier, it would also serve to remind her young charge to submit. “Lucy, reach back behind you and use your hands to pull your cheeks apart for me so that I might see to seat your thermometer into your bottom.” Molly’s words caused Lucy’s face to flame but she found herself obeying, her hands moving behind her to take a cheek into each one. She gave a soft moan as she drew them apart. Molly shook her head though she knew the young woman was attempting to obey.
“Wider, Lucille,” she said quietly. “As far apart as you can, please. I need to be able to see what I am doing.” Lucy shuddered but pulled her cheeks apart until she had spread herself embarrassingly wide to expose her bottom flower to her nanny. “That’s my good girl,” Molly praised as she moved the thermometer into position. Once it was just barely touching the poor girl’s puckered opening, she gave her last order. “You must keep still, Lucy. I know this will feel a bit uncomfortable but you must not wiggle about. We don’t want to lose it do we? Do you understand me?” Lucy could barely think as she felt the slightly greasy tube press against her bottom-hole. Lose it! Sweet Lord, could that truly happen? When it didn’t move further, she understood Molly expected an answer.
“Ye…yes, Mi…Miss Molly,” Lucy managed to say. Molly nodded and without further words, began to press the glass tube into Lucy’s bottom. Lucy moaned at the sensation, her mind instantly remembering how her husband had inserted his thumb into the same place only a short while ago. Her face flamed as she realized how aroused she had been and how she had exploded with pleasure the instant his digit entered the forbidden passage. Though she didn’t feel aroused right now, she felt strange flutterings in her stomach as Molly continued to advance the thermometer until it was deep inside her bottom, far deeper than her husband’s thumb had been. Molly kept the end of the thermometer between her fingertips, knowing that she definitely didn’t wish to lose the glass tube inside Lucy’s rear. With her free hand, she gently patted Lucy’s bottom.
“You did very well, little one,” Molly praised. “You took your thermometer into your bottom quite easily didn’t you? You may remove your hands, sweetie.” Lucy released her bottom cheeks, bringing her arms in front of her. Without conscience thought, she reached for her doll where it lay propped against a pillow. It was too far for her to reach and she gave a soft whimper. Molly saw her intention and leaned just a bit, picking up the doll and handing it to Lucy. Lucy buried her face in the mattress, her childhood doll clasped tightly in her arm. She felt uncomfortably exposed, her bare bottom being invaded, her nanny’s fingers keeping hold of the tube as well as making sure Lucy’s bottom cheeks remained slightly parted. Time seemed to stop as Lucy waited for the thermometer to be removed. She found she wanted nothing more than to be allowed to crawl between the covers and fall into the escape of sleep even if it meant being diapered. The thought of wearing a nappy seemed less shameful when it would mean her bottom was covered, no longer being exposed and invaded. Whenever she shifted even the tiniest bit, Molly would gently reprimand her and would move the thermometer just a bit back and forth until Lucy was still again. After what seemed like an eternity to the poor Lady Huntington, she felt the thermometer being removed and gave a soft moan.
“Now, Lucy, that didn’t hurt you at all,” Molly said reading the mercury. She shook her head and then shook the tube down again. “I fear you took too long to lie over my lap, little one. Your disobedience has caused the need to take another reading.” Lucy gave a sob as she was once more instructed to open her bottom cheeks. The tube was returned deep inside her, this time with several withdrawals and reinsertions as if Molly was unsure of exactly where to place it. Lucy moaned again and was horrified to feel a rush of moisture flow into her sex. She remained as still as possible, one small hand clutching the bed covering in front of her, the other clutching her doll. She prayed Molly would not be able to tell what was happening between her legs. Molly finally withdrew the tube as slowly as possible, this time happy with the reading.
“Your temperature is normal,” she said her voice indicating her pleasure. “You did well, Lucille. Now, up with you and lay across the bed on your tummy please.” Molly instructed and helped Lucy off her lap. Lucy couldn’t look at Molly as her nanny cleaned the tube and replaced it in its box. She lay on the bed, her face turned away. Molly opened the salve and began to apply the ointment to Lucy’s bottom and legs. Lucy remained still and quiet, accepting the fact that Molly seemed to be learning quickly how to be as strict a nanny as Mrs. Bremmer. Molly finished with the salve and wiped her hands clean.
“A few minutes to dry and then we shall get you into your nappy and rubber
pants, sweetie,” Molly said as if Lucy wanted a play by play description of what was still to come. Molly smiled and found she was pleased with how the regimen had been progressing. If someone had told her that Lucille Furniss, her former mistress, would one day be over her lap, her own hands spreading her bottom cheeks wide apart in order for Molly to insert a thermometer into her bottom, Molly would have questioned their sanity. She barely believed it herself. She had been elevated to the position of a proper Nanny, her authority soon to be unquestioned by the woman she had grown to love as Lucy accepted the fact that Molly was here to stay. Lucy might have elevated her own status to that of Lady Huntington, but from now on, she would be no more titled than any other little girl who must allow her nanny to do all sorts of embarrassing things to her.
Molly turned Lucy over and told her to lift her own bottom in order to have a nappy slid under her. Lucy obeyed, her face turned to the side, knowing that to protest was useless. Lucy’s face flamed when she realized that Molly would be able to see the cream that had filled her young charge’s pussy and was grateful the woman said nothing about that fact. Molly simply stood, walked to the washstand and returned with a moist cloth. She quickly washed quite thoroughly between Lucy’s lower lips before patting her dry. She applied a coating of diaper cream and then a good shake of baby powder before drawing up the sides of the nappy, pinning it securely into place. Molly pulled the rubber pants up over the diaper and then helped Lucy off the bed and finally pulled the nightgown over her head. Molly took a seat in the chair and had Lucy kneel before her, her back to Molly as her hair was brushed and then plaited for her nap. By the time Molly helped Lucy between the sheets, Lucy was exhausted. She accepted her doll once more tucking Nellie into her arm. When Molly presented the large pacifier to Lucy’s lips, Lucy attempted to shake her head.
