The Nanny

by Alta Hensley

  After her shoes had been placed on the floor, her papa's hands moved to her thighs, grazing her bare skin as he slid one stocking down at a time, caressing her legs in the process.

  She did not moan, though the thought did cross her mind. He made her feel good, cherished.

  "I am going to have to remove the dress next, Gia. Will you turn so I can loosen the laces?"

  Little Gia shifted on the hard examination table. It was cushioned, but the slight padding did not offer enough protection to make it feel comfortable. As she lifted her bottom slightly to turn, she felt his hand graze her arm briefly before finding the laces on the back of her gown. She longed to feel his touch against her skin.

  "I love how you listen, and you are not shy about your body," he said, complimenting her as he finished loosening the ties. "Stand up for me, little Gia."

  She stood, knowing it was the easiest way to remove her dress. Lifting her arms into the air, she waited for him to raise the hem of her gown and pull it up over her head, leaving her wearing her bloomers and nothing more. Would she be so lucky as to have him leave those on?

  Papa smiled, his gray eyes turning so dark they were almost blue as he admired her body. "You have beautiful breasts."

  "I do not think that is something that ought to be said to a little," Gia said, her head bent down and blushing. The way he studied her body made her feel nervous but proud, as though she should not be ashamed to hide behind the childish gowns he desired that she wear.

  "My apologies," her papa said and cleared his throat. "We must remove the bloomers, and then you will put on the gown the doctor has left for you."

  "Yes," she said, deciding it was best not to fight what was to come. Her stomach tumbled and her hands shook, but he had already seen half of her naked.

  His breath was hot as he crawled down her body. He was not touching her, but she could feel the heat from him like steam from a cup of tea, caressing her skin. His fingers grazed her waist, and slowly he pushed her bloomers down, coming eye-to-eye with her quim.

  She gave a sharp intake of breath as there was a knock at the door. "Are you dressed?" Doctor Colt asked.

  "Not yet!" Gia shouted. She could find it in herself to allow Theo to admire her naked—he was to be her betrothed, as the contract had been written and signed—but she did not wish for the doctor or anyone walking down the corridor to witness the position she was currently in. How embarrassing, and oh the scandal it would create if word spread through the chateau, or worse, outside!

  Little Gia stepped out of her bloomers, and her papa helped guide her arms into the scratchy gray gown before she climbed back onto the examination table to sit down.

  "I am proud of you," Papa said, turning and opening the door for the doctor to come back into the room.

  Her cheeks blushed at his words, and she folded her hands in front of her on her lap, awaiting the examination. "May I ask you a question, Doctor Colt?"

  "Yes, of course." He removed the stethoscope from around his neck and paused before reaching to use the device.

  "Do you intend to use leeches today? I am not sick." She hated the nasty creatures, the feel of them crawling over her skin, biting at her blood. It nauseated her, even when she had been too ill to know what was happening around her.

  "No," Doctor Colt said and smiled, laughing softly. "Have you had an encounter with leeches before, little Gia?"

  Giana shuddered at the memory of being covered in the vile creatures as they slithered and nipped at her skin.

  "I will take that as a yes," the doctor said. "This may be cold." He slid the drum of the stethoscope down the front of her gray gown, pressing the cold metal against her chest. He listened closely, moving it slightly before pressing it against her back. "Take a deep breath for me and then exhale."

  Gia did as instructed.

  "Very good. Now, I would like you to lie back on the table," the doctor told her.

  She exhaled a nervous breath and slid back before lying down. Her stomach remained a flurry of butterflies as her papa held her hand in his. "Do not be nervous. I will be here the entire time," Theo said.

  The doctor moved his hands over her abdomen. "Let me know if there is any pain."

  Gia remained quiet as he pressed onto her stomach and felt over her clothed skin.

  "Very good. I shall examine your breasts and make sure that everything is as it should be." The doctor removed her arm from the gown and examined one breast first, feeling over the plump mound as he grazed her nipple, watching it harden. "A nice response." He pinched her other nipple gently, forcing an identical reaction to follow. "Very good," he said, sounding quite pleased with the response.

  He threaded her arms back through the gown before climbing down toward the bottom of the table. "Next, I need you to scoot your backside to the edge of the table. Can you do that for me, Gia?"

  "Yes." She scooched down and waited anxiously for what was to come.

  "I need you to spread your legs, so I might properly examine you."

  Theo stepped toward the bottom of the table, watching as her most intimate region was put on display for not only one man to view, but two. Oh, the humiliation! Her face burned, and she desperately tried to push the dreadful thoughts of what was happening to her away. All the girls went through this same examination; she was certain this was not something that only Mr. Hartley would have required for Gia.

  "Would it be safe for her to be shaved like a little?" her papa asked.

  "Yes. I would recommend that her nanny handle all the proper care and maintenance for your little one. They have plenty of experience with shaving, and keeping the lips of her quim smooth and soft."

  Gia felt certain her face was as red as her swollen pussy lips, listening to the way the two gentlemen spoke about her lady parts. Did the room get several degrees warmer, or was it she who seemed to be expelling heat? She felt like the sun – aflame.

  Her papa must have felt it too, as she watched sweat dribble down his forehead. He reached into his pocket for a handkerchief, mopping up the moisture that coated his skin. "What about her bottom hole?"

  "I have not got that far in the exam yet, Mr. Elliott," Doctor Colt said and smiled. "Let us finish one step at a time."

  With a gloved finger, he separated her warm lips, and she felt a rush of cool air against her clit. Did he just blow softly over her cunny? She could not tell, lying back, staring up at the ceiling as they stared closely at her quim.

  Yes, he had breathed on her clit, of that she was certain as she felt his finger swirl around her pearl. Was he intending to arouse her? Her breathing deepened and her body relaxed as she felt a pulse begin to throb down between her thighs. Oh dear. What was that feeling? The warmth spread through her and as the doctor slipped two gloved fingers inside her pussy, she moaned.

  Pushing further inside, he felt around, nodding. "The girl's maidenhead is still intact. Little Gia, will you please roll over for me?"

  "Why?" Giana asked as he withdrew his digits, and she whimpered in protest. He tossed his gloves aside and waited until she had assumed the proper position before he put on a new set and gathered additional lubrication.

  "When an adult gives you an order, you obey it," the doctor said. "Does your papa need to give you a spanking to remind you of your place, young lady?"

  Whining under her breath, she rolled onto her stomach, unsure that she would like what came next. She remembered feeling Teresa's bottom hole, and filling it with the thick glass plug. Was that what the doctor intended to do with her? Surely he would have mercy as it was her first day, and she did not feel confident that she could take something so large into her without causing intense pain and tearing.

  The doctor slapped her bottom once—extremely hard—his fingers moving over her flesh as he examined her buttocks before separating her cheeks. "She has good color and is not bruising from the smack. That is a good sign. We will take her temperature and then finish with the last exam."

  Reaching into his lea
ther bag, he removed a thermometer and poised it at her bottom hole. "This might feel a bit uncomfortable at first, but do not push it out," the doctor instructed.

  "All right." She nodded against the table, wishing she was in her own bed. At least then, the exam would have been a little more comfortable. Would her papa join her tonight? He may have been instructed that he was not to take her virtue, but he had seen her naked, was it not fair that she be given the opportunity to experience some form of intimacy with him?

  Her nose scrunched at the intrusion into her bottom, but she eventually relaxed and shut her eyes, trying to be well behaved for her papa. She wanted him to be proud of her, perhaps even reward her for good behavior. Having been a nanny, Gia knew that papas were sometimes allowed to stay with their little ones when there was excellent behavior. She wanted that company and attention from him.

  "Good girl," the doctor said, withdrawing the thermometer. He used the lubricant to coat his index finger and, without much warning, her cheeks were separated and he pushed past her pink pucker, stretching her bottom hole far more than the thermometer had moments earlier.

  Gia pursed her lips, cringing at the feeling. "She is tight, but a little nightly pumping might help stretch her. Watch how I am working her bottom hole," the doctor said. He then began to move his index finger in and out in a thrusting motion.

  Her lips parted and she felt her breath grow heavier and deeper as her quim began to throb. "Why does it—" She did not know how to voice her thought. What she felt was foreign to her, the intense pulsing, the aching need—for what she did not quite know. She had been mildly aroused while taking care of her charges but this, oh dear, this felt different… better.

  "What, little Gia?" Papa asked, his hand falling softly to her back as he gently rubbed the bare skin. His touch was soft and warm, and in addition to the thrusting from the doctor's fingers, she felt a second hand slip between her thighs down to her cunny. He separated the folds again and grazed from her clit down over her lips, before thrusting two more digits into her quim.

  "Oh my!" she shrieked, the words surprising to herself as they echoed off the walls.

  "That is a good girl, my little Gia. I am so proud of you."

  "Yes, that is a good girl," Doctor Colt said. "I want you to clench my fingers in your quim. Feel the muscles tighten and pulse. It will help you relax."

  How would it help her relax? Her heart raced, and the sensation ached for more, forcing her hips to rock and his single digit to move deeper into her bottom, penetrating both of her openings. Her insides throbbed and, as her toes curled and her hands clenched, her body finally let go, the muscles inside her quim trembling and pulsating over his digits before he withdrew them.

  "What was that?" she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

  "Evidence that you are capable of receiving, as well as giving, great pleasure, I am certain. Do you understand that you are not to touch yourself, little Gia? That feeling is reserved only for your papa to give you. Not even your nanny may indulge in offering that sweet release you just felt," the doctor said.

  Her eyes lazily opened and the room felt too bright. Her pussy continued to throb and pulse, but the ache and need for release had floated away.

  "You may get her dressed and returned to her nursery. The girl should go down for a nap without much trouble."

  "A nap?" little Gia whined. She felt sleepy but not tired. The young woman could not fully explain the feeling that sated her. "Will you stay with me, Papa?"

  "I cannot," he said, "but I will come and visit you after you wake up."

  The doctor tossed the gloves away, cleaned the thermometer, and then headed out of the room, leaving Gia with her papa to dress once more.

  "Please. I will not tell anyone," Gia said, sitting up on the examination table. Her legs felt like jelly, and her cunny still throbbed and felt hot, much more so than earlier, at the beginning of the exam.

  What had the doctor done to her, and how soon would her papa indulge Gia and do it again? She hoped it would be soon. Would Nanny Vivian allow them some time together? She wanted to feel her papa's thick fingers exploring her womanly folds, pushing in past her pink pucker, forcing another wave of euphoria to rip through her body.

  The doctor had given her a gift that she had not asked for or expected. Gia wanted to thank Theo, repay him, and make him feel as good as she felt. Even though it had not been her papa's fingers and touch, she knew that it would not have happened without his approval. Her heart throbbed, her cunny pulsed, and she knew that whatever happened at the chateau, she would have no regrets for signing that contract and allowing herself to become Theo's little Gia. It had been the best day of her life, and it was only their first one together.

  Chapter IX

  Theo held little Gia's hand as he walked her back toward the nursery. His cock throbbed in his trousers, making every step he took uncomfortable. He wanted to rip her bloomers from beneath her gown and shove his aching member inside her tight pussy. But any fantasy he had about little Gia had to end abruptly as he approached her door. Could he risk breaking the rules of the chateau? How bad would the consequences be, especially for him, on his first day with his little one? He did not dare take the chance that he would never be allowed to visit with her again, but they had both signed the contract, and he was a man of his word.

  "Papa?" Gia asked, her eyes wide and filled with longing as her long dark lashes fluttered up at him. She did not have to ask. He could feel the heat radiating off her body as she begged silently for him to follow her into the nursery.

  Oh, how he wanted to please his little Gia. He shifted, praying the bulge would disappear or that he would find relief from her lips or tongue. The fantasies trailed through his mind and did him no favors as his heart began to race, picking up speed like a horse galloping on a track.

  "It is time for you to lie down for your nap." He remembered Doctor Colt recommending rest for his little one, and he did not wish to deprive her of what she required.

  "I do not wish to be alone, Papa."

  He glanced down the empty corridor. Sounds and voices were muffled behind closed doors. With no sign of Nanny Vivian nearby, he turned the handle to Gia's room and walked her into the nursery. Perhaps he could tuck her into bed. What harm could come of helping his little love get comfy for her nap?

  Theo pulled back the covers and watched as Gia sat at the edge of the bed, removing her shoes and placing them neatly against the wall before climbing under the blankets. He straightened her blankets, drawing them up to her chin before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Although he longed to kiss her lips, to feel her breath mingle with his, the moment was not yet right to take what he wanted. Small steps were important, to ensure that she trusted him and he felt the same way towards her. Based on the fine print of the contract, there was a small window, forty-eight hours, where he could back out of the transaction to be her papa, should he change his mind.

  Stepping back from the bed, he headed for the curtains, drawing them shut before retreating for the door.

  "Papa, do not go." Gia's voice, though soft, tugged at his heart, tangling him in her web of emotion. It made him feel drawn toward her.

  "Go to sleep, my love. I will wait here until you do." Theo did not wish to see her punished for his misdeeds. Perhaps if he spoke with Mr. Hartley, he could procure ample time to spend alone with his little Gia.

  A chair sat in the corner of the room. Theo took up residence on the seat. Eventually, little Gia's nanny would pay them a visit. If she saw that nothing sinister had transpired between the two of them, she would not have to alert the headmaster of a potential scandal. Instead, she would find him sitting comfortably, watching her sleep. Perhaps he would be reprimanded for his presence, but he could explain that to Mr. Hartley should the need arise.

  "You do not wish to lie with me?" Gia asked. Her words were heavy and slow, filled with nearing slumber.

  "I wish for it more than anything in the w
orld, but you need your rest, my love." He kept his focus on her, admiring everything about her, from the way she had handled herself during the exam until right then, when she had spoken so freely without fear of consequence. There was a wildness about her, as though she had been raised in the forest, and at the same time, she also held herself with the dignity of a queen. If he had not known she was a nanny, he would have thought Gia a princess.

  What had thrown her into the world of working at the Ashby Chateau? Was it even for him to question?

  Her eyes closed, and he watched as her dark brown curls framed her face, falling against her cheek and then slowly covering the pillow as she rested on her stomach. He wanted to reach out and brush the locks from her skin, draw his hand over her back in soft circles, but he refrained from moving. It took a strong man to know when to stop, where to draw the line, and when to remain completely in control. Yes, Gia had wanted him to join her, but it was not up to his little one to make that decision. She would have to accept the grown-ups around her making the choices that she was used to ordering for her charges.

  The door creaked open, and his head turned to see Nanny Vivian standing at the door jamb. She pointed to him and gestured he should come toward her, outside in the hall.

  Gia slept or, at the very least did not stir, pretending to sleep, as he quietly sneaked out of the room. He doubted she had fallen to slumber so quickly, but it had been a trying day already with the examination.

  Nanny Vivian clasped the door shut behind them before speaking. "What do you think you are doing, Mr. Elliott?"

  "I'd prefer it if you would call me Theo," he said. "I thought it most appropriate to tuck my little one into bed." He made no attempt to back down or apologize for his actions. It was not as though he had done anything scandalous or taken advantage of his little Gia. She was in bed, alone. Far more had been done by the doctor when he had shoved his fingers into her tight quim and listened to her moans and gasps.

  "That is not your job or decision to make. I was to pick the girl up from the doctor's office with you and escort Gia to her room," Nanny Vivian said.