by Alta Hensley
"Seven," Teresa squeaked, her voice hardly above a whisper.
She was supposed to spank Teresa seven times? She did not think she had it in her to spank her once. At least the paddle would keep her own hand from walloping with pain.
"Usually, I would recommend the bare hand, but Teresa has been a naughty girl, and after the number of bare bottom spankings she received earlier, the paddle will remind her that tomorrow she will not want to disobey her nanny," Beth said. She looked at Giana with a stern expression. "Go on now, we do not have all night."
Giana took a breath and, without warning, drew back her hand and slapped the girl's buttocks with the paddle.
Teresa jumped and gasped from the impact on her cheeks, causing Giana to flinch as well. Had she struck her too hard?
"Spread your legs further apart," Nanny Beth ordered, holding up a finger for Giana to wait a moment, until the girl had done what she had been told.
Whimpering, Teresa spread her legs further apart.
Giana's eyes widened when she realized she could see the delectable pink of Teresa’s quim's lips. She had never seen a nude woman before, and barely looked at her own privates due to the indecency of such an act. In an attempt to hide her stare, and feeling Nanny Beth's eyes upon her, she landed a second smack to Teresa's bottom, quite pleased that she had found the strength to discipline the young woman, even if it had been with Beth's instruction. She certainly needed someone to explain to her what was appropriate. Tomorrow, she would likely be thrust into the job full-time, without any further guidance.
"Please. No more!" Teresa begged, her bottom wiggling as she awaited another swat from the paddle. Giana hesitated. Should she stop? Clearly the paddling caused great discomfort… was that the intent?
Nanny Beth stared at Giana sternly, silently ordering her to continue.
She could not back down. Yes, Teresa needed to recognize that she was in charge and to be respected. "Begging will not work," Giana said, trying to sound firm even though she did not feel anything but uncertainty. "We will be done after you receive all seven swats to your bottom."
"Seven?" Teresa whined. "Please, no, Nanny Giana."
It felt strange to be called 'Nanny Giana', and yet that was how this girl was to address her. Mustering her strength to continue, Giana's hand came down with the paddle, spanking Teresa once more, realizing she held her breath every time she brought the wood onto the woman's pert behind.
"Finish her punishment and then you are to bathe her, just as if she were a child. Then dress little Teresa and tuck her into bed. She does not get a story tonight. In fact, I think it would be wise to continue training."
"Training?" Giana did not know what that meant. "Training her for what?"
Nanny Beth glanced Giana over and practically snarled, "I do not know where Headmaster Philip found you, but I am certain you have never taken care of a little before."
Giana's eyes narrowed, angry that Beth would say something so callous in front of her charge. If she had words to exchange, it should have been in private. Teresa had no business hearing any of the discussion.
"Thank you, Nanny Beth," Giana seethed between her teeth. She did not want to continue it any longer. "I can take care of little Teresa from here. I will not be requiring your assistance." She pointed at the door for Nanny Beth to leave. "Teresa is my charge, and I am to care for her." Her top lip trembled upward in a snarl as she breathed heavily through her lips, anger boiling in her blood.
"Fine." Beth stood and dusted her hands on her gown, as if she was wiping away the words that may have offended her. "I would like my paddle returned to me by the end of the night. Good luck with little Teresa, but I am sure you do not need it since you are clearly so… experienced." She held her head high and walked out of the room.
Giana took several deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. Why did Beth aggravate her to the core? There was something about the stern woman that she did not like. Giana did not wish to be the harsh nanny whom Teresa would fear, but she was not pleased by her behavior upon their introduction, either.
"We will finish the spanking and then you will get into that bath, undressed, and without a fight." Giana spoke clearly and firmly, making it evident that she was not playing games and would not tolerate such ill behavior.
"Yes, Nanny Giana."
Giana's hand came down with the paddle, planting the wooden instrument hard against the young woman's reddened bottom.
Teresa began to cry, her soft sobs muffled by her nasal breathing.
Giana had not ever made anyone cry before. Her heart ached and a knot formed in the pit of her stomach as guilt crept up on her. No. She could not fall victim to the girl's trap. Teresa deserved the punishment she was receiving; she had been mouthy and difficult to manage. Giana hoped that, after the spanking, they could move past the discipline together and start anew. She had only three more swats left to give.
Intending to make them quick, though not exactly painless, Giana used her wrist to flick the paddle against Teresa's once pale bottom. Her rear was covered in pink welts at every angle, and the paddle came down again with a resounding thud on the sixth swat.
Teresa cried louder, as her bottom must have been burning, and Giana did not wish to spank her any further, but they both had their parts to play. She was the nanny and if she wanted respect, then she needed to finish the punishment that Teresa had earned herself. Besides, it was one final swat, and then they could move past the discipline.
Crying and hiccupping, Teresa howled as Giana released one final swat to Teresa's bottom before dropping the paddle as if it had burned her. Her own hand had grown numb from the constant motion and strength that she was not used to exerting.
"It is time for your bath," Giana said, toeing the paddle to push it further from the tub. "I am to help you undress." It was less of a question and more of a statement. Exhaling a breath, Giana waited for Teresa to face her.
Teresa turned around, her face blotchy and wet with tears. She lifted her arms into the air, her bottom lip pouting as Nanny Giana stepped closer.
The girl was several inches shorter than Giana, who lifted the hem of Teresa's dress, helping her remove the gown over her head. Teresa's breasts popped out, the outfit having bound them tightly to her chest.
Giana tried not to stare at the young woman's rosy nipples, which matched the redness of her face.
Teresa lowered her hands and stepped into the bath water. "It is cold," she said, protesting the temperature as she crinkled her nose.
"Then we shall be quick about it," Giana said matter-of-factly. Bending down to the level of the tub, she reached for a cotton rag and dipped it under the water. She did not deny that the water had grown cooler in the time it had taken to get the young woman into the bathtub. Giana reached for the bar of soap and scrubbed it onto the cloth before running the material over and down Teresa's back.
It felt awkward for her to bathe another woman. Giana averted her gaze, trying not to stare at the woman's most private and intimate region as she ran the cloth four times across her back.
"My back should be spotless with all the scrubbing you are doing," Teresa said. "Perhaps you could pay attention to the rest of my skin before you rub it raw."
"Yes, of course." Giana exhaled a breath and with it, she ran the cloth across and down little Teresa's arms and neck. She skipped over her stomach and intimate regions, dousing the cloth under the water to scrub at her legs.
Teresa held out her hand for the cloth.
Giana shook her head. She needed to gain her nerve to finish the task. She felt as though she was making a bigger deal out of the ordeal than was necessary. Teresa had been bathed before by another, likely Nanny Beth. Giana considered herself to be kinder and gentler.
"I will bathe you. Littles do not wash themselves," Giana said. The words came out sounding confident and calm, but she did not feel that way in the slightest.
Teresa remained quiet, her fingers skimming over the water,
waiting for Giana to finish her work.
Scrubbing the cloth with the bar of soap once more, Giana lathered the suds and pressed the cloth back to Teresa's neck, moving down her chest as she rubbed over the young woman's breasts. She paid each mound special attention, trying not to arouse but to clean her.
Giana's face must have been reddening as the room began to swelter around her. She knew it was impossible for the water to heat up, and yet it no longer felt cool or chilled as Teresa shut her eyes. Was the little growing tired, or aroused? Giana did not know which, but she herself felt her quim betray her as her heart skipped a beat. Exhaling softly, she tried not to startle Teresa as the cloth moved from her breasts down her stomach toward the juncture of her thighs. She caressed her skin with the soapy cloth, feeling over the folds of her cunny. Teresa was hairless and smooth, Giana's digits grazed the bare skin as she pulled the cloth away. It had not been with intent, but she discovered her own pulse throbbing between her thighs. Giana could not let anyone discover that bathing little Teresa had aroused her.
"Come, let's get you out of the tub," Giana said, moving to stand up, not understanding the thoughts and emotions that almost suffocated her.
"You have to wash my hair first."
Right. She needed to focus on her task. Giana knelt back down onto the floor and reached for the bar of soap, lathering her hands.
Teresa ducked her head back into the tub, letting the water soak the long, dark tendrils.
With a decent amount of suds, Giana coated the black hair from root to tip with soap. Helping her rinse the foam away, she watched as Teresa sank back under the water and Giana found a nearby mug, dipping it into the bath to help remove the last remnants of suds near her forehead.
"All right. Now we are done with your bath." Giana stood yet again, and this time reached for the towel, extending it forward to help Teresa out of the tub to dry off.
Teresa stood, her body dripping with soapy water as Nanny Giana wrapped the towel around her shoulders and sealed it closed with her hands in front of her. She rubbed her hands over the covered girl's arms, trying to dry her quicker and warm her up. She must have been chilly.
"Nightgown," Teresa said, her teeth chattering from the cold.
Giana led her back into the nursery that had been painted with flowers on one wall and a castle on the opposite, fit for a princess. Was that what Teresa saw herself as, a seven-year-old princess? It certainly explained her unruly behavior earlier.
The nanny headed for the dresser and retrieved a nightgown and bloomers.
"I do not wear those to bed," Teresa said, pointing at the white cotton undergarments.
"Oh. Then what do you wear?"
"Nothing. My nanny always puts a plug in my bottom for training."
"Plug?"
"It is an item that goes in my bum hole to prepare me for my papa's cock."
Giana's eyes widened and she felt quite certain they might pop from their sockets at the mere mention of what Teresa had suggested. Did this young woman want to be trained as Nanny Beth had mentioned earlier, or was it a trick of some kind? Had she not learned from the discipline she had already received?
"Teresa! That is no way for a young lady to speak. Do you wish for another spanking so shortly after the last?" Giana tried to sound stern, but Teresa's words were like a punch to the stomach, and her shaking voice, which cracked mid-sentence, clearly revealed that.
"No, Nanny Giana. I apologize," Teresa said with a slight smirk. "What I meant to say was… the plug goes in my bum to ready me for my papa, ma'am."
"Where is the plug for your bottom?"
Teresa pointed at the dresser. "Second drawer. Nanny Beth put the plug in my bottom before bed last night." She paused, the room far too silent for several long seconds. "It is not that I desire that in my bottom, I just… I do not want another spanking." Her eyes glistened with the memory of the paddling. Her posterior must have still throbbed from the recent punishment.
"Thank you for explaining your routine to me," Giana said. "We shall put your nightgown on, and then we will train your bum with that plug." She knew nothing of plugs and only that the girl had said it had gone in her bottom. Did she believe her? There appeared to be no reason to lie about such an act that seemed so odd to her. Giana had yet to understand what the training to her bottom was for. Her eyes widened at the thought of what other instrument could be placed into such a hole. "Does a man truly intend to put his—" She could not say the word aloud; it was too crass and inappropriate for a lady to use.
"When I discover my papa, he will claim my bottom," Teresa said. "Mr. Hartley assured me that I will meet my betrothed at Ashby."
Giana needed to change the subject so she could regain her composure. "How long have you been here, Teresa?" Giana knew it had only been a short time.
"Three weeks. I want to be good and please Mr. Hartley so that he might choose a fine gentleman for me. One who is wealthy and can take care of me."
Giana nodded. The idea of a husband taking care of her did not sound so unpleasant. After months living on the streets, she would have gladly endured what Teresa was going through. Not that she wanted to be spanked by a nanny, but the mere idea of her worries disappearing and knowing that she had no troubles, seemed incredibly appealing.
"I am sure that will happen," Giana said and smiled. What a fortunate girl Teresa was, to have a dowry or someone who could afford to send her to Ashby. Perhaps Giana was fortunate as well, for Mr. Hartley to have stumbled upon her in the freezing cold and offered her a meal and a job. Had she not accepted both, then surely she would still be out on the streets, stealing to survive and eating carrots for the next several days. She had left the vegetables at the restaurant upon accepting Mr. Hartley's invitation to become a nanny for the chateau. It had not seemed she would need the stolen vegetables any longer.
Giana's hands trembled as she opened the dresser and removed a wooden box. Inside, she found a glass plug and a jar of ointment. She carried the items nervously back toward the bed.
Teresa slid the nightgown on herself but left it up around her hips. She climbed onto all fours on the mattress, her bottom in the perfect position for Nanny Giana to see her pink pucker.
"Please, use the lubricant first."
"The what?" Giana asked, glancing at both items she had brought to the mattress.
"The jar of grease. It will make the intrusion less painful," Teresa said. "Please."
Giana decided that Teresa was cooperating, and so long as they got along, she would not deny the girl a little ease when she would be forced to push the plug into her bottom. The mere thought made her head swim. She regretted sending Nanny Beth out of the room. At least then, the older nanny would have perhaps helped with the implement.
Opening the small container, Giana applied the thick substance to the bulb of the plug that would go into Teresa's bottom.
"Wait!" Teresa shrieked. "You must apply it to my bottom hole, as well."
Giana's head tilted slightly, surprised by the suggestion. "You want me to touch you down there?"
"That is not what I want; it is what is required," Teresa said, sounding very adult and matter-of-fact.
Another heavy breath expelled from Giana's lips as she spread Teresa's red, swollen cheeks. She could hear the poor girl cringe from the mere contact before her finger coated with lubricant touched the little pink rosebud. She didn't push past the puckered flesh, but instead moved her finger in small circles along the outer skin. Teresa wiggled her bum a little, but didn't resist the touch. Finally getting the courage, Giana pressed the tip of her finger just a little, watching to see if she caused Teresa great pain.
"You must go deeper," Teresa said, hissing as Giana's finger slid further in, penetrating her bottom. Once Giana had the tip all the way in, Teresa's tight hole gave way and allowed her digit to enter much more easily. "Oh."
"Is it too much? Have I hurt you?" Giana gasped and pulled her finger swiftly out from Teresa's bottom.
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bsp; "Again," Teresa said, instructing her on what to do. "You must move your finger all around inside, coating the entrance so it will not hurt with the plug. Thrust your digit in and out, then add a second finger, and make like a scissor motion. The more you stretch me, the easier it is for me to accept the plug."
Giana's cheeks burned red, and her chest tightened. How did the intrusion to Teresa's bottom make her feel? It looked uncomfortable, and yet Giana's quim began pulsating again, throbbing to become a participating part and not a mere bystander. She could not use a plug on herself of course, and the idea of stealing an implement from a little seemed just as wrong. She was to care for the young woman, yet she craved someone doing the same for her, being on the other end with her bottom poised out and someone else's finger doing the exploring. A bolt of electricity coursed through her cunny, and she pressed her thighs together, only to feel the sensation strengthen. Oh, how she desired to be Teresa. The girl was lucky to be in such a situation, receiving the attention of a nanny and soon from a papa, when he came to discover her at the chateau. Was Giana mad? Was it insane to feel an overwhelming sense of envy towards Teresa? Was it mad that the idea of a spanked and plugged bottom while being sent to bed made juices flow from her cunny?
Swallowing hard, and pressing her thighs even tighter together to try to hold back her growing arousal, Giana coated two fingers and began again. One finger pushed past Teresa's bottom hole and she explored the dark crevice, pumping her digit in and out; pumping at the same rhythm with which her cunny pulsed in need.
Teresa gasped and cooed, her breathing growing deeper and heavier, moaning as she pressed her arse against Giana's hand, driving her finger even deeper into Teresa's tight little hole.
Was Giana wrong in assuming the woman was aroused? Giana continued her examination, pushing two fingers in past the tight ring, and heard another loud moan slip from Teresa's lips.
Were little ones allowed to be aroused by their nanny? It did not seem right, and yet Giana made no attempt to scold or punish her for the intoxicating glisten of cream against the pink pussy that peeked out from below the girl's bottom. Nor could she resist taking in the sweet scent that wafted from Teresa's quim. The room smelled womanly and fragrant. Giana did not know whether her own arousal had mixed into the air of the nursery or if it was solely Teresa's. No one had to know. She had no intent of confessing her secret sins of how she felt.
