Their faces, the variety of expressions and emotions linked by the commonality of being entertained by my regression and humiliation, fueled my amorous desire. I could feel the wetness between my thighs beginning to pool as Dr. Moriarty handed the bowl off to someone.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen…” Dr. Moriarty began. “I am happy to announce that we have reached the finale.”
There was a voice over the clapping.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Did someone say something?”
“I think she deserves a spanking first,” a male voice quipped. “Look at her pussy - she’s drenched. May as well evaluate me!”
There were some murmurs of agreement.
My skin prickled with heat as their attention focused on my slick folds. I was undeniably aroused and, if they hadn’t already, everyone knew it. I was mortified, which only served to send another rush of wetness to my core. At this point, I would have lost count even if I had been trying to keep track.
“There’s no point,” a woman said. “She’s going to be punished after this anyway.”
“But think of how much better that would make the eval, Jocelyn,” said a voice I recognized as her husband’s. “Let me have a go - put the plug in and I’ll give the brat five with my belt. What’s the harm in that?”
There was some encouragement from the group but all I could focus on was the mention of a plug. I was not going to get off so easily and this was only preparation for the punishment to come.
Nanny Susan handed Dr. Moriarty a bullet butt plug with pink jeweled handle and the letters “b-r-a-t” in girlish stickers across it.
Not even Georgetown could give me the education I needed to process the irony of missing my diaper. Nor the patience to overlook the ill-fated timing of my juices beginning to drip down my inner thigh. I closed my eyes, willing no one to notice, as futile as it was.
Dr. Moriarty circled my clit with her gloved finger and I shuttered, unable to keep from leaning into her gentle caresses.
“Perhaps you’re right,” she said, continuing her sensual manipulations. “But first…”
Without missing a beat, as she continued stimulating my engorged nub, I felt a cold, hard probe at my puckered hole. She increased her efforts, making me moan as she pushed the plug into my reluctant opening.
The overwhelming combination of her expert touch and being widened and stretched with an butt plug nearly put me over the edge. I felt my limbs loosen as she ran her fingers over my inner lips in unison with the plug settling into place.
I heard male laughter with some feminine giggles as I writhed against Dr. Moriarty’s hand with the jeweled plug peeking out between my cheeks.
“I think I’m going to give her the belt, Freddie,” she said. She removed her fingers and I made a whimpering noise that was muffled by the gag. “There’s plenty of time for everyone to participate. And something tells me there’s going to be plenty more opportunities with this one.”
“By all means,” he said, sounding vaguely nonplussed.
In my peripheral vision, I saw Mr. Moriarty stand and fiddle with his belt buckle for a second before whipping it out of its loops. He handed the doubled over belt to his wife and approached me. Both he and his wife looked to be around the same age, though he was a tad out of shape but no more than the average man. He had salt-and-pepper hair and a mustache that made him look like a 1950s movie villain.
“Mrs. Paezel, will you please bring my beautiful wife a couch cushion?” he said, looking in her direction after looking me over. “And I’m not sure this gag would be wise - do we have anything more substantial? Less medical?”
“Of course, Mr. Moriarty,” she said amenably. “Right away.”
Mrs. Paezel returned first, handing Dr. Moriarty the cushion, which she placed under my lower belly.
Nanny Susan walked over shortly thereafter and waited patiently as Dr. Moriarty removed the dental device. I was about to work the stiffness out of my jaw when Nanny Susan shoved a pacifier into my mouth and used a thin leather strap to secure it in place.
“I think that will do nicely,” Fred said, smirking at me. “A pacifier for the disobedient little girl.”
He pressed down on my lower back so that I lay over the pillow, which lifted my hips, exposing my ripe fold to the strap. He clutched one of my pigtails, using it to maneuver me into a position he deemed suitable.
When he released my pigtail, I relaxed but it was premature. Before he returned to his seat, he gave me a couple good, hard smacks with the open palm of his meaty hand. I squealed in surprise, feeling the heat of each blow tingle in the rounds of my cheeks.
“That’ll do,” he said to his wife. “This time around, at least.”
“Thank you, darling,” she said. I could no longer see them but I could hear the unmistakable sound of them kissing. “You’ve done wonderfully - her cheeks are already blushing pink.”
Fred laughed cheerfully. “When I get my turn, her ass will match the plug. Give her the spanking a brat like her deserves.”
“Oh, Freddie,” she teased. “Go sit down so we can get to her punishment before midnight.”
“This one won’t take long with the physical eval,” he laughed. “I’d be surprised if she doesn’t demonstrate her responsiveness during her spanking.”
“Go on!” a male voice said. “Enough flirting, Moriarty. Your wife has a punishment to administer.”
“Impatient, are we, Brant?” he said. “No wonder you’re on wife number three.”
This comment received a ringing chorus of laughter from the group that required Dr. Moriarty to shush everyone before getting started.
“Okay, Polly,” she said slowly. “Time for the belt. I hope a couple licks of the belt will remind you that you are here for our pleasure, not the other way around.”
I squeezed my eyes shut in preparation for what I could only assume would be one of many spankings tonight.
Swish - CRACK.
Dr. Moriarty managed to get both cheeks and the plug in one go - had the leather belt not lit a fire over my skin, I might have been impressed.
Swish - CRACK.
The second blow landed just below the first on my upper thighs, making me wince and clench around the plug.
Swish - CRACK.
I bit down on the pacifier gag as the overlapped on both the first and the second, grazing my hyper-sensitive folds. I could hear more encouragement from the group and tried to keep from squeezing the plug any further.
Swish - CRACK.
Swish - CRACK.
I whined on the last one, the supple flesh of my cheeks ablaze with the stinging heat of the belt. Tears welled in my eyes and the throbbing of my ass began to match that of my more intimate areas.
“Come now, Polly,” Miss Patricia called from where she sat. “None of that - this will help with the evaluation.”
“Jocelyn,” Fred said. “Give someone else a go with the evaluation. I want to enjoy the show with you.”
“If you insist,” Dr. Moriarty said after a moment, noticeably disappointed. “Do we have any volunteers for the evaluation?”
She hadn’t even finished her sentence before several volunteers spoke up.
“I believe Miss St. Pierre spoke up first,” Nanny Susan said, unassumingly.
“Vivienne? What a superb choice,” a young-sounding man said, clapping his hands together. “Considering what a rousing introduction you gave these ladies and their charge, I think it would give the examination a nice equilibrium.”
“How nice of you to say, Nickie. I thoroughly enjoyed it myself.”
I recognized her sultry voice immediately. She was the gorgeous woman whose hourglass figure and mannerisms reminded me so much of Marilyn Monroe. I could see the fullness of her lips in my mind’s eye and when I turned to look at her, it did them no justice.
Miss Vivienne St. Pierre was dressed in a deep burgundy, gravity-strapless dress that flattered her rich brown hair. She walked up to the crib and I c
ould see that, for a moment, all eyes were on her rather than me.
Nanny Susan pulled the pillow out from under my belly. I fell onto my side, giving everyone an unobstructed view of my own taut, feminine figure.
I sucked on the pacifier, still unsure of what to expect but consumed by the allure of the woman walking toward me. I could not have said if I wanted her or wanted to be her if someone had pointed a gun to my head and when she leaned over me, my heart nearly stopped.
“Hi princess,” she said with a bright smile that few could rival. “Lay on your back.”
I instantly obeyed, looking up at the elaborate ceiling before looking back at her.
“Close your eyes,” she whispered. “It’s better that way.”
“Vivienne, my love,” the man she called Nickie said. “Would you mind standing behind the crib? As much as I think we’re all enjoying the view, I think seeing both you and Polly would be ideal.”
“How thoughtless of me,” she said teasingly. “Thank you, Nick, dearest.”
“Polly, behave for Miss Vivienne,” Mrs. Paezel called, looking vaguely flustered by the woman as she moved away from the front of the crib.
She walked around the drawers, appearing behind me. I could only see the upper half of her face as she leaned over, her buxom chest blocking the lower half. She winked at me before reaching down to massage my breast.
I was too captivated by her presence and by the feeling of her kneading one breast and then the other to react. Soon, she brushed her fingers lightly over my mound, using her fingers to pull my saturated lips apart with a wet pop.
I closed my eyes, overstimulated by the pleasure of her touch and the knowledge that I was being fingered with my punished bottom facing them, completely on display, in front of an audience of strangers.
As she ran her fingers over my slit, I raised my legs up the way Mrs. Paezel lifted them to put my diaper on, willing her to put some friction on my throbbing clit if she would not slip her fingers into me.
I grabbed onto her arm as she continued to work wonders with her fingers. She giggled and the smell of her perfume enveloped me, the warmth of her skin toasty against my cold hands.
She caressed my sensitive lips, drawing her fingers over my wetness with hypnotic talent. Her fingers seemed to anticipate my every desire, shifting to lighter and heavier pressure with no rhyme or reason other than that of my arousal and drawing me closer and closer to completion.
After a while, an impossibly short but excruciatingly long time, I reached the precipice of the tension that was building deep within me. Miss Vivienne rolled the pad of her thumb over my bundle of nerves as she stroked my folds with her index and middle fingers. I saw stars and everything fell away.
With my back arched, my toes curled and my thighs pressed around her wrist, I felt myself spasm around her fingers in an explosively powerful climax that sent white-hot sparks shooting up and down my body.
I groaned wantonly into the pacifier that gagged me, helpless to keep silent as the blinding ecstasy of her touch overwhelmed every one of my senses.
When the trace of release had passed, I opened my eyes to see Miss Vivienne standing over me, bewitched. I lifted my head from the crib and saw that the rest of my audience had equally awestruck, if not aroused, expression.
“Susan.” Mr. Moriarty said shattering the momentary silence in a way that seemed to startle most of the room. “Would it be possible to have you, Mrs. Paezel and Polly spend the night?”
“Sir?” she said.
“I think what my husband means to say,” Dr. Moriarty amended, “is that it has been a big day for all of us and I think it might be more productive to carry out Polly’s punishment tomorrow. It would also give us more of a chance to… get to know her. As far as I know, everyone in this room will be here for the remainder of the weekend. And, please, feel free to speak up if you feel otherwise.”
A pin-drop silence followed.
“Then it’s decided,” Mr. Moriarty said, his eye not leaving his wife. “We will have the staff show you to your rooms.”
“Actually, Mr. Moriarty,” Miss Vivienne said, her voice raised slightly. “Nanny Susan, Mrs. Paezel, if you wouldn’t mind, I think I would like to have Polly sleep in my room.”
I could see the hesitancy and skepticism on both Nanny Susan and Mrs. Paezel’s faces.
“I don’t see why not,” Dr. Moriarty said, already in the midst of eye-fucking her husband. “I’ll let the staff know before we turn in for the night.”
“Which I think will be in just a few minutes,” Mr. Moriarty said, guiding his lab coat clad wide toward the door. “Nanny Susan, Mrs. Paezel, let us show you upstairs. Have a… restful night everyone.”
The cocktail party guests began chatting amongst themselves and pairing off, probably in the hopes of reaching a release that could measure up to the one Miss Vivienne had given me.
“I hope you’re not too sleepy, Polly,” Vivienne crooned, a telling grin lighting up her ravishing features. “I think we’re going to have some fun tonight… as if you didn’t have enough to look forward to already.”
Something told me that things would not be slowing down any time soon but, at least for tonight, I had quite a bit to look forward to...
To Be Continued...
Bonus Sneak Peak at Coveted and Craved (Nappied and Nannied, Part V) - Coming Soon!
W hen the last traces of carnal bliss had passed, I opened my eyes to see Miss Vivienne standing over me, bewitched. I lifted my head from the crib and saw that the rest of my audience had equally awestruck, if not aroused, expression.
“Susan.” Mr. Moriarty said shattering the momentary silence in a way that seemed to startle most of the room. “Would it be possible to have you, Mrs. Paezel and Polly spend the night?”
“Sir?” she said.
“I think what my husband means to say,” Dr. Moriarty amended, “is that it has been a big day for all of us and I think it might be more productive to carry out Polly’s punishment tomorrow. It would also give us more of a chance to… get to know her. As far as I know, everyone in this room will be here for the remainder of the weekend. And, please, feel free to speak up if you feel otherwise.”
A pin-drop silence followed.
“Then it’s decided,” Mr. Moriarty said, his eyes not leaving his wife whose own lids were weighed down by desire. “We will have the staff show you to your rooms.”
“Actually, Mr. Moriarty,” Miss Vivienne said, her voice raised slightly. “Nanny Susan, Mrs. Paezel, if you wouldn’t mind, I think I would like to have Polly sleep in my room.”
I could see the hesitancy and skepticism on both Nanny Susan and Mrs. Paezel’s faces.
“I don’t see why not,” Dr. Moriarty said, already in the midst of eye-fucking her husband. “I’ll let the staff know before we turn in for the night.”
“Which I think will be in just a few minutes,” Mr. Moriarty said, guiding his lab coat clad wide toward the door. “Nanny Susan, Mrs. Paezel, let us show you upstairs. Have a - ” he paused mid-sentence to chuckle deviously, restful night everyone. And Viv, we’ll have some accessories sent up with you to… inspire you, should you find your imagination lacking.”
“I’m sure no one could accuse anyone hear of lacking imagination,” Nanny Susan said, unable to keep from sneering.
Whether it was my public humiliation, being able to enjoy and facilitate my subservience or the prospect of whatever punishment was to come was unclear but ultimately inconsequential.
The cocktail party guests began chatting amongst themselves and pairing off, probably in the hopes of reaching a release that could measure up to the one Miss Vivienne had given me. Nanny Susan and Mrs. Paezel spoke to each other in the corner, the low volume of their conversation doing nothing to hide their enthusiastic glee.
“I hope you’re not too sleepy, Polly,” Vivienne crooned, a telling grin lighting up her ravishing features. “I think we’re going to have some fun tonight… as if you didn’t
have enough to look forward to already.”
“May I be of any assistance, Miss St. Pierre?” a young, male voice said as the guests filed out of the large room.
I looked past Miss Vivienne - as well as I could considering the hindrance of my position in the stainless steel and sterile white crib - and saw a mysterious and handsome man whose voice I recognized. Nick, the man who had been flirting with Miss Vivienne and beamed whenever she afforded him even the slightest bit of attention, stopped by her side and looked from my sorry state to her intoxicatingly beautiful face.
His gaze lingered on each detail of her face so intimately that I couldn’t be sure if he remembered - or cared, for that matter - that I was still there. It was so hard to look away, I had almost forgotten I was there too.
When she turned back to me, he followed suit, reminding me all too well of the humiliating position I was in and all of the very public events that led me to this.
“If you wouldn’t mind helping me get her back to our room?” she said, staring distractedly at me as she spoke. “I’m not sure I have the patience to let her crawl.”
“Where are we going?” he said. “Your room or mine?”
“I want her to myself for a little while,” Miss Vivienne said dreamily. She looked back at him and gave him a dazzling smile. “Maybe I’ll let you come watch later.”
His face fell. “Viv, weren’t we going to - ”
“And we will,” she said earnestly. “I can promise you, this is only going to make it better… for both of us.”
The look that passed between them only made me even more curious as to what she wanted time with me for and what exactly she had promised him. Miss Vivienne, as beautiful and charming as she was, could not have been more of an enigma to me but I knew, with what little confidence I had left, that I would know more sooner rather than later.
Accepting defeat, Nick centered himself in front of the crib and effortlessly lifted me from the crib, holding me like a baby.
“After you,” he said stiffly, clearly disappointed that his luck had seemed to turn.
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