The Nanny

by Alta Hensley

  Teresa's eyes widened. "No! Please, no. I am sorry. I will not curse in the headmaster's presence again! It was an accident. I do not know what came over me."

  "Will you accept the punishment that Headmaster Philip has instructed you receive?" Giana did not want to loosen her grip until the girl had agreed to take her enema with no further fight.

  "Yes, Nanny Giana. I will be a good girl. I am sorry."

  Sighing, she released her hold and was relieved to see that Teresa had not run. Her face was red and blotchy, similar to the color of her bottom where she had been disciplined. "I suggest you remove all your clothes. You do not want to dirty your pretty dress." Giana let the girl undress while she prepared the bag and the tube, checking the nozzle and then adding only a tiny bit of lubricant. Had Teresa been easier to get in for her enema, she would have greased up the entire metal nozzle.

  "I am ready," Teresa said, standing naked and shivering.

  The room was not cold in the slightest. Perhaps it was the young woman's nerves that had got to her. "Bend forward, and rest your hands on the edge of the tub. Spread your legs and push your bottom out toward me."

  The young woman sighed and relented, doing as she was told.

  Using one hand, Giana spread the girl's bottom cheeks and heard her sharp intake of breath. Had it been her nerves, or the feeling of Giana's fingers on the sting of her behind that caused the noise? With her other hand, Giana reached for the nozzle, pressing it to the opening of her pink rosebud, but did not push in just yet.

  "I hope from now on you will behave and have learned your lesson."

  "Yes, Nanny Giana." Teresa was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and the procedure had not even begun.

  Pushing the nozzle fully inside, Giana felt Teresa squirm at the intrusion. "Stay still, child. You will take a bigger plug tonight." She would see to it that she could handle such an instrument without objection. Besides, Teresa's training needed to continue, which meant increasing the size of her plug. It had been a week; she was ready for the next level that would come to satisfy whomever her papa would be.

  With the nozzle tightly wedged past Teresa's pink pucker, Giana turned the switch to drain the bag into the tube.

  Teresa groaned at the sound of the liquid sliding down, and as it entered her bottom, she jumped. Was it cold? Did it burn? Giana had never experienced an enema. She did not know what to think, but watching the young girl squirm and resist, as sweat began to further bead on her forehead, Giana couldn't help but rub the girl's lower belly to help ease the discomfort.

  "You are doing well. I am quite proud of you," she said, encouraging Teresa to accept the rest of the liquid in the bag. Either way, she had no choice. The instructions had been to give her the entire contents of the bag.

  After the bag had emptied, Teresa groaned as the nozzle was removed and she was forced to stand. The young charge crossed her legs, looking rather uncomfortable. "May I use the chamber pot?"

  "Not for fifteen minutes." Nanny Giana had her instructions. She took the hand of the young woman and led her to the mattress. "Lie on your back."

  Teresa practically fell upon the mattress, keeping her legs clamped shut.

  Nanny Giana massaged Teresa's belly, which only forced the girl to groan.

  "Please, do not!" Little Teresa clenched her teeth and balled her fists at her sides as she breathed loudly.

  "I must," Nanny Giana said. Her hands moved over the girl's abdomen for a full fifteen minutes as Teresa squirmed beneath her ministrations.

  "You may now get up and use the chamber pot."

  Teresa whimpered. Did she worry she could not get up and make it there as expected?

  "Come now," Giana said, taking her charge's hand and leading her back beside the tub, to where the pot sat, to relieve herself. She turned her back, giving the girl the first hint of privacy she had had since they met.

  Just as Teresa began to empty herself, the door to the nursery opened, with Headmaster Philip and Nanny Beth entering. Had they come to check up on how little Teresa had handled her punishment? Perhaps they feared that Giana could not administer the enema properly.

  "I would like to speak with you alone, Giana," Mr. Hartley said. "Nanny Beth will assist Teresa from here."

  Nodding, Giana followed Headmaster Philip out of the room, shutting the door behind her. It seemed odd, being called to see him on her own. Had she done something to offend him? She had not had much interaction with him over the course of the past week. Most of her exchanges had been with her charge, Teresa. She felt certain that she had done her duties as a nanny as best she could, as difficult as some of those duties had been. "What may I help you with, Headmaster Philip?" she asked.

  "Let us go somewhere a little more private." He walked past his office, which she thought peculiar, then led her down the hall and to the right, where another hallway led toward another set of locked double doors. Using his key, he unlocked them and led her inside, closing them behind him snugly. "This is our finishing school, where our ladies, who are prim and proper, are being educated. Ashby is known for its reputation. I have an office here, as well," he said, opening a door on the left side of the hall.

  Giana followed and took a seat as soon as he went inside. "Why are we not in your office, Mr. Hartley? Have I done something to upset little Teresa?"

  "No." He shook his head and sat perched on the edge of his oak desk. "I assure you, Giana, that you have been a fine nanny. It is simply that someone, a gentleman, has inquired of your status."

  "My status?" she repeated, not sure what he was asking.

  "He is inquiring about marriage, and is looking for a little one."

  "I am neither betrothed, nor little. Perhaps Teresa or Mollie might be more to his liking?"

  Philip clasped his hands together, his shoulders relaxed as he leaned forward. "He has already laid eyes upon the other girls, and it was then that he asked about you."

  "Oh, I see." Giana had not expected such news; that a gentleman would be interested in her for marriage. "And this gentleman wants a little?"

  "Yes. He would like you to be his little. Trained to become his submissive little wife."

  "I do not know," she confessed. "I have never thought of myself as a little. I have also given up the thought of becoming a wife since… well, since becoming a nanny."

  "Yes, I realize that, and it does take a certain kind of woman to fulfill that type of desire in a man and find pleasure in doing so, in turn finding her own happiness." He pushed himself off the desk. "I would like you to think about what I am suggesting. I believe that it is in you to be such a woman."

  Giana looked up into Philip's eyes. "You do?"

  He nodded. "I do. But only you can answer that question fully. Do you feel you can allow the inner child to take over? Do you feel as though you can surrender your body and mind in full submission to your future husband? To your future papa?"

  "I do not know how to be a little."

  "You will be trained to do so. You would become a pupil of the Ashby Chateau for however long it takes to truly become a little to your papa."

  "May I meet this suitor?" Giana asked. "I mean, in order to fully understand what is being asked of me, I would like to meet this gentleman who is asking me to be little. I feel that is only fair." She had spent a week with the girls, tending to Teresa, caring for her. Would it not feel good to have someone pay special attention to her? The thought had crossed her mind repeatedly, but it had not ever seemed a possibility. Deep down, she had craved what Teresa had in store for her future. And now Philip Hartley was offering her the same opportunity. It was as simple as saying yes.

  "I cannot do that. You must understand the anonymity that our clients seek should you refuse his hand. I assure you, Giana, that any gentleman who comes through the door of the Ashby Chateau has been thoroughly checked out and is worthy of marriage."

  With one simple agreement, her entire life could change. She could explore a feeling she did not even realize sh
e had until becoming a nanny. She could be cared for, nurtured, protected… possibly even loved. For the first time, in a very long time, she could have someone else take care of her.

  Without further evaluating what it really meant and giving herself the chance to talk herself out of it, she nodded. "Yes. I shall become his little one."

  "I think that is a very wise choice. I will give him the good news. You may have the rest of the day off to prepare yourself for what is to come. Tomorrow, when you awaken, we will have a room ready for you to become little."

  Giana's stomach tensed at the thought of being a little at the chateau. She imagined that the gentleman who had been standing outside the window of the playroom, watching her, had wanted her little, in his home, as his wife. She was also aware she would be subjected to the same rules and lifestyle as the other littles at the Ashby. Her hands trembled with nerves. How would the other littles respond to seeing her join them? She and Teresa had not always got along, but they had managed to do well enough. Would all that change now that she was no longer a nanny? Giana hoped that she had not made a grave mistake in accepting this new opportunity. What if she disappointed her papa and Headmaster Philip? The knot in her stomach only seemed to grow at the realization that tomorrow she, too, would have her own nanny if she was joining the littles upstairs. Who would it be? She had not interacted much with Nanny Vivian over the past week. She seemed like a nice enough young woman, who knew how to control her charges. What about Nanny Beth? Giana did not think she could survive being placed under her care.

  Chapter VII

  Theo sat across from Philip, hardly able to contain his eagerness. The days he had spent waiting for an answer had been absolute torture.

  "Her name is Georgiana Hayes. Giana is what she prefers to be called. I have spoken with her, and she has agreed to become your little one, so long as you agree to the rules set forth by the Ashby Chateau," Philip said.

  "Yes. Of course." Theo's eyes were wide with excitement and he nodded vigorously, finding it difficult to contain his glee.

  "There will be some paperwork for all parties to fill out. Miss Hayes has already done so, signing a document that states she agrees to be your little one, and that in exchange, when she graduates, you are to marry her and take care of her, continuing the contract between the two of you."

  "I would be happy to sign whatever you require," Theo said. All he wanted to know now was when he could see her again.

  "Also, the first fee for her semester must be paid in full. She has already been assigned a private nursery, but her full studies to becoming a little have not yet begun. I have given her a couple of days to come to terms with the situation and accept the change from being a nanny to becoming a little. I will also need to hire another nanny in her place."

  "May I call her little Gia?" Theo asked. Even Giana sounded so formal to him, but he loved the sound of Gia, how easily it could spill from his lips.

  "That is entirely up to you, since you will be her papa. After you sign and date everything, we will begin her proper training. You will have the opportunity to visit tomorrow, during her examination. As part of your rights as a papa, we will ensure that her virtue has remained intact. You may sit in on the exam if you like."

  Theo's eyes glistened with excitement and apprehension all at once. What if she was not a virgin? Would he still feel the same way he did right now? He could not think about how he might respond or what he might do when the news came to him. She was young, but not so young that she perhaps may not have experienced the touch of another man. Ashby promised a virtuous lady, and would provide him with one. He had to believe that it was money well spent.

  He signed the documents and the check, glancing up at the headmaster. "What time shall I return tomorrow?"

  "The exam will begin promptly at nine AM. I suggest you arrive a few minutes early to become better acquainted with your little one. It is usually most difficult on the little one's first day. She will likely need reassurances that you want her, and that what she is doing is pleasing you."

  Theo rose, concentrating hard to compose himself and not come across as a foolish schoolboy. "Very well, sir. I shall return in the morning."

  * * * * *

  Theo found it to be another fitful night, unable to get so much as a wink of sleep at the thought of his little Gia. He wanted to run his fingers through her chocolate brown, curly hair and pull her closer, examining her lips, desiring a kiss. Would it be improper for him to steal what he longed for on their first introduction? For years, he had desired a lady who could be his little one, and the mere fact that she had given in from being a nanny to a little one, pleased him greatly. Could he tell her as much, or would his forwardness scare her away from him? The thought that she had signed a similar contract to his made his heart leap. She wanted this… hopefully as much as he did.

  His eyes, though heavy, had burned at the first light of the sun creeping into his room. Forcing himself out of bed, he dressed and set off back to Ashby. Theo would be early. Would he be allowed to visit with his little Gia when she woke up?

  Arriving at half past seven, he knocked forcefully on the door. He could hear a rush of voices and mumblings from behind the wood.

  Standing idly, he shoved his hands inside his pockets to keep warm. The sun would steal the chill from the air when the day wore on, but it had not yet happened.

  The locks clicked on the other side of the door, and slowly it groaned open. Theo found it impossible to speak as he set eyes on his little Gia, though she did not look any different than the first day he had laid eyes on her. She was dressed in a similar gown, and her hair was styled the same way she had worn it as a nanny. Had she changed her mind?

  "Miss Hayes," Theo said, offering a polite nod upon seeing her. Perhaps it was best to speak with the headmaster about the arrangement before bothering the young girl with questions why she was not in her appropriate attire as a little one. "I am here to see Mr. Hartley."

  "Yes, Headmaster Philip is upstairs. If you like, I can take you to him. Please, come inside." She shut the door behind him and led him down the hall toward the back stairwell. "Please excuse the commotion. The ladies are all getting ready to take care of their charges. Some of us overslept, which has caused a flurry through the halls."

  A thickly muscled woman rushed out from one door and brushed sharply past Theo, almost knocking him over. He had seen the nanny before with Gia when she had been in the playroom. "Move it!" the woman said, her voice deeper than he would have imagined, yet it seemed to fit her perfectly.

  He swallowed nervously, and felt for Miss Hayes if that woman should end up becoming her nanny—assuming she had not withdrawn from signing the papers.

  "That is Nanny Beth. It is best to steer clear of her," Gia said, her voice low.

  "I will try and remember that, thank you."

  "Come with me. We shall visit the headmaster's office," she said. She removed the key from around her neck and unlocked the door once they reached the top of the stairs. Once inside the littles' hall, she spun around on her heels and relocked the door. "Mr. Hartley should be in at this hour."

  "I should hope so," Theo said. He walked behind Miss Hayes, his eyes drifting down her gown. It revealed very little, the gray fabric thick enough to hide her curves, and yet his imagination could easily run wild.

  "Here we are," she said, stopping outside his door. She gave a prominent knock and awaited a response.

  "Yes, come in," the headmaster said.

  "Thank you," Theo said, giving a brief nod to Gia before he turned the handle and stepped into Mr. Hartley's office.

  "Mr. Elliott, I was not expecting to see you for quite some time," Philip said. "Please, have a seat. What brings you in at this hour?"

  He did not dare admit that it was because he could not sleep. He strode over to the sofa and sat down, the cushions helping ease the tension in his shoulders and neck. "I was hoping to have breakfast with her." It was not entirely a lie. Theo had not e
aten a bite all morning.

  "That is untraditional, Theo, and as you have seen, Giana has not yet begun the process of becoming a little. We will start soon, however. But if you do not mind that she is not yet a little, you may have morning tea with her. There will be breads and pastries which you might find enjoyable, as well."

  Theo breathed a sigh of relief. At least Giana had not objected to the contract and what was required of her as a little one. "I think it would be a nice opportunity for us to get better acquainted with one another," he said. "May I inform her of the news, or will you?"

  Philip stood up from behind his desk and held up a finger for Theo to remain seated. He opened the door and glanced out into the hall. "Giana, would you come in here for a minute?"

  Theo could not hear her response, her voice being too far down the hall, but he did hear the click of her shoes as she walked along the marble floor.

  "Yes, Headmaster Philip?" Giana said.

  "Giana, this is Theodore Elliott, the gentleman who will become your papa at the Ashby. He has made a suggestion, which I tend to agree with. He would like to have tea with you this morning. Seeing as you do not have a charge to worry about, I think it would be a nice arrangement if the two of you could get acquainted in your nursery room. However, your nanny is not yet ready to begin her day with you. She will be taking care of Teresa this morning, and will then come to find you after breakfast. I usually ask that the door remain open and that papas do not spend quality time in a little's bedroom on their first day; however, I believe Miss Hayes knows the rules of Ashby by now, as well as the discipline that follows. I trust the two of you will behave properly during your morning tea."

  "Yes, of course, sir," Theo reassured. He stood up and followed his soon-to-be little Gia down the hall. The doors all looked identical, with the hall painted a fresh linen color. No markings, no names or numbers identified the rooms. It seemed the nannies had to remember on their own.