The Nanny

by Alta Hensley

  "Had you been there, I would have released her into your care. You were late, so I took upon myself the responsibility of doing what was best for my little one." He stood tall above the dark-haired woman. Her round face and cherub cheeks reddened. Had he angered her? He did not wish to make things any more difficult for Gia. "It was a misunderstanding," he went on, offering the woman a way out, to keep from possibly getting herself into trouble for what had been done.

  Nanny Vivian exhaled a heavy breath, and he caught sight of her hands twitching at her sides. He could not tell if the woman was nervous or infuriated with him. Both seemed equally possible. "I shall escort you to the dining hall with our other papas. When Gia awakens from her nap, you may pay her a visit in the playroom," Vivian said at length.

  "Thank you." He would see his Gia later, and that was satisfying enough for the moment. To know that when she awoke, he would lay eyes upon her once again. Would she be pleased to see him, or upset that he had been forced to leave the nursery while she slept?

  He followed Vivian down the corridor to a room near the headmaster's office, where she escorted him inside. It did not look much like a dining hall, as he had expected a long wooden table with chairs neatly placed around it. Instead, the room was painted in a warm gold, with a dark blue trim. Four small round tables, with four chairs around each, filled the space. At the back of the room, a long table groaned with refreshments, and a kettle rested upon a hot plate.

  A gentleman was already sitting there, with tea and a plate of half-eaten pastries on the table in front of him. His eyes were focused on the newspaper he held in his hands.

  Theo walked to the back of the room and procured himself a hot cup of tea before deciding on where to sit. Not wishing to be rude or interrupt the sole gentleman in the dining hall, he took a seat at the same table, sitting across from him. Pouring in a dash of milk he had brought over with his tea, he waited for the piping hot liquid to cool before taking a sip.

  The gentleman, a few years older than himself, folded the paper and placed it on the table. "You must be new to Ashby."

  Was it that obvious? "My name is Theo."

  "I am Lawrence," he said, holding out his hand.

  Theo shook the gentleman's hand. "How long have you been a papa at Ashby?"

  Lawrence leaned forward, his dark blond hair falling slightly into his blue eyes as he reached for his cup, taking a sip of tea. "Two years, I believe. My little Gracie is doing quite well with the institute. My hope is that, come spring, she will be ready to graduate."

  "That would be nice," Theo said. He did not know how long his little Gia would be in the care of the Ashby Chateau. However long it took, he would wait for her. "Tell me about yourself, Lawrence. What do you do for a living?"

  Lawrence offered a polite smile. "That is not how this works. For the protection of everyone involved, we keep to first names only, and are vague on the details of our lives outside of Ashby. Ask me anything about my little Gracie and I will happily answer you."

  Theo nodded in agreement. "What does it take to get special time with your little one?" Theo did not want to break the rules if he did not have to. Briefly, it had been mentioned to him about special time for good behavior, but he did not know what that entailed.

  "Is this your first day at the chateau?" Lawrence asked.

  "Yes," Theo confessed and nodded, glancing down at the table as he reached for his cup, needing a sip to warm his insides. "Strangely enough, my little Gia used to be a nanny here."

  Lawrence cracked a smile. "Well, that has to be interesting for her. How is she taking the role reversal? Being forced to receive enemas and bare-bottom spankings?"

  Theo's cheeks reddened at the suggestion, uncomfortable sharing such intimate information with a stranger. "I do not believe she has had to endure either, yet. She was very well-behaved for the examination."

  The dark blond hair floated into Lawrence's eyes, and he brushed the thick locks from his face with his fingers. "My little Gracie, she was a spitfire for the exam with Doctor Colt on that first day. It took two nannies and myself to pin her down for the internal part of the exam. That was after her bottom was blistered for the fight she put up. You are lucky if your little one is already listening to you."

  Theo did feel lucky, and yet he desired to witness her breaking down, the raw emotion that she felt at being thrust into the role of a child, and forced to accept the rules without question. Undoubtedly, he felt sure it would happen, and when it did, he wanted to be there to cuddle her, pull her into his arms, and shower her with affection. He wanted to be strong and stern but also loyal and loving. He had never been asked to take on so many roles, and yet it was what he desired for his little Gia more than anything.

  Chapter X

  Forced from her slumber, Gia was roughly awoken by the sound of wooden heels on the marble floor, clicking so loudly as to force her hands to cover her ears. When that had not been enough to open her eyes, the curtains were whipped back and the light streamed in, bathing the room in the warmth of the early afternoon sun.

  "It is time to get out of bed, little Gia." Nanny Vivian's voice greeted her ears.

  It would have been more pleasant had it been her papa waking her. Where was he? The last thing she remembered was hearing the squeak of a door, and his retreating footsteps from the room. Had he got into trouble for spending time alone with her in the nursery? She did not want him to suffer because she had asked him to accompany her into her room. Surely Mr. Hartley would understand and be kind in any punishment Theo might have been faced with.

  "Where is my papa?" Gia asked.

  "He is with the other adults in the dining hall."

  "Where is that?" Gia had not been in contact with any papas while she had been a nanny, as Teresa had yet to be claimed by anyone. Since she had had no responsibility of keeping her eye on the little one's papa, Gia had not been made aware of where the gentlemen waited, or what they did in that free time.

  "You do not need to concern yourself with his business, only that he wants you prim and proper for when you are presented to him. We must get you shaved before we take you to the playroom to meet the other littles."

  Gia swallowed nervously. Being shaved did not sound terrible, but the mere thought of being forced to play with the littles she had been a nanny to was unsettling.

  "Come now, Gia. I do not have all day. Undress, and then lie on the mattress. I shall gather enough water and soap. Do not leave this room." Nanny Vivian took a small bowl with her, heading out of the nursery.

  Where else would she go? Gia sat up on the bed and removed her stockings first, sliding them down her thighs. She watched the door, waiting for it to open and shut. She did not want to lie naked with the chance that anyone could walk in on a whim.

  Her bloomers came off next, and she let them fall to the floor at her feet. She relaxed on the bed, sitting properly but waiting for Nanny Vivian. Even if she wanted to remove the gown, there were too many ties and ribbons at the back. She needed help.

  Nanny Vivian returned, carrying a sloshing bowl of water that she placed on the table beside the bed. "Stand up," she said, and Gia did as instructed.

  Pushing herself from the mattress, her feet touched the cold marble floor, and her nipples hardened as goosebumps pimpled her flesh.

  "Turn around," her nanny said.

  She took the instructions well, turning on her feet while she felt the ties loosen and found it easier to breathe. Her breasts were no longer squished into the dress.

  "Arms up."

  Gia lifted her arms as Nanny Vivian lifted the dress, removing it from her charge's body. She fluffed the hem and made sure it looked free of dust and dirt before placing it on top of the mattress.

  "You will put the dress back on as soon as we are finished with grooming your quim."

  Gia's cheeks burned at the word her nanny had used. "Do you do this often to your little ones?" she asked.

  "Yes. It was something you should have been taugh
t to do when you were a nanny. It is a wonder Headmaster Philip hired you. Clearly your time as a nanny here was short, but I cannot fathom how he discovered you. Perhaps you stole food or money on the street."

  Giana's heart skipped with fear. "Please, you must not tell anyone." She could not let her papa discover the secret of where she had come from, or about her family, or what had led her to living on the streets. Ashamed of her background, her eyes were wide and her bottom lip trembled. "I beg of you."

  "Do not beg," Nanny Vivian said. "It is not respectable for a young lady or a little to beg." She retrieved a cotton cloth and placed it on the mattress. "I want you to lie with your bottom on the sheet. It will protect the bed from any mess so I will not have to change your linen tonight."

  "Yes, Nanny Vivian." Gia did as she was told, lying back, feeling far more exposed than she had with the doctor. Her body was not shielded from sight by an ugly, scratchy gown. No, instead Vivian could see every bit of skin that covered Gia's naked body. Every freckle and scar was on display.

  Nanny Vivian doused the razor in the liquid. Steam wafted from the top of the bowl. She dipped her hand in the water before rubbing the bar of soap, lathering up her palm.

  Gia watched, curious what would happen next. She had never been shaved in her most private area before. Would the woman go slowly and be careful? Gia made no attempt to move even the slightest bit.

  The nanny's fingers moved over the mound of hair, coating her dark curls in suds. Her digits separated Gia's folds, and she breathed a sharp hiss at the warm contact as Nanny Vivian touched and caressed along her clit.

  "Do not move and it will all be over soon," Nanny Vivian said. She took the razor from the bowl and rinsed her hands briefly before using the blade, dragging it carefully over Giana's outer lips. She dunked the razor into the water and then wiped the remaining hair from the blade before repeating the action, stroke after stroke.

  The woman grazed her clit, pulling back her pussy lips to get every hair, and ensure Gia's quim was soft and bare. The stroke of the razor moved gradually from each side until there was no further hair to tend to. With an additional cloth, Nanny Vivian wiped off the remnants of soap and hair, roughly guiding the cotton material over her cunny.

  "Roll over. We are not quite done yet," Nanny Vivian said.

  "We are not?" Gia did not know what else would follow.

  "I need you to reach back and hold your bottom cheeks spread apart. There is a fine, thin amount of hair that needs to be removed. I cannot have you please your papa as you are currently."

  Gia wordlessly rolled onto her stomach. She paused, unsure whether she felt comfortable grabbing her own bottom.

  "Do as I say, Gia." Nanny Vivian smacked the young woman on the backside, reddening her rear.

  Grimacing and pouting, displeased with the new attention bestowed upon her, Giana grabbed her bottom and spread her cheeks as had been asked of her.

  "Better," Nanny Vivian said and sighed. "Why could you not do that without me having to swat you?"

  Gia did not answer her nanny. Part of her was frightened that the woman might spank her again if she did not give a sound reason. She was also unable to see where her nanny's hands and the razor were located. She did not wish to have her bottom split from an outburst that was not necessary.

  Nanny Vivian's soft, wet fingers passed over Gia's pink pucker. "You are doing well, little one."

  Gia shut her eyes and took in the feeling of the sharp blade of metal on her bottom as it stroked away the hair, from her tiny hole out toward her cheeks. The soap tickled her rosebud, causing her to flinch and moan.

  "Do not move!" Nanny Vivian swatted Gia's bottom. "I cannot finish if you are squirming about like an infant."

  Her eyes had opened and Gia continued to hold her cheeks apart, though her hole had clenched at the first contact of soap, trying not to let any further liquid invade her backside.

  "Almost done." The nanny's voice sounded softer, calm, perhaps relieved to be done with the task.

  The razor dragged over the hair, removing the last remnants before Giana felt the towel scrubbing her bottom to remove any remaining evidence that she was not little.

  Without warning, the door opened, and Gia's head quickly turned to see who the intruder was. She released the hold on her bottom as her eyes landed on her papa.

  Nanny Vivian smacked the girl's posterior. "I did not tell you we were finished."

  "Are we not done?" Gia asked.

  A second swat landed on her rear. Her face scrunched as the sting radiated across her entire backside.

  "I am sorry!" Gia shrieked. Anything to stop the torture to her behind. Was this what it had been like for little Teresa? Oh, the poor girl.

  "I am not pleased," Theo said.

  Giana heard her papa's voice and glanced at him with watering eyes. "I will be good. I promise!" Would the embarrassment and torment ever cease?

  His footsteps echoed over the polished marble as he came toward the bed. "Come here, little Gia."

  She waited to see whether her nanny approved, or if she would punish Gia yet again for another act of disobedience.

  "You may go to your papa," Nanny Vivian said. She glanced at him for a long moment, as though trying to decipher what he was thinking.

  Gia pushed herself from the mattress and, though she was naked, she could not hide herself from him, even if she wanted to. "Yes, Papa?"

  "I am pleased that you call me 'papa', but I am not happy to see that your nanny finds it necessary to discipline you, little Gia. We must rectify the situation."

  "How?" Her voice squeaked with fear as she stared into his gray eyes. "What can I do to make it up to you, Papa?"

  "We will begin training your bottom now, instead of tonight. It will remind you who is in charge, and you will be forced to hold your bottom open to me while I give you your plug."

  "Plug?" Her cheeks burned and she felt certain the room had grown hotter in a matter of seconds.

  "Nanny Vivian, would you please bring the smallest plug? I will administer it, but you may watch if you like, to ensure I am training her properly."

  "Very well," Nanny Vivian said, opening the second drawer of the dresser and retrieving a box.

  Gia's eyes widened, remembering the plug she had pressed into Teresa's bottom hole. Oh dear, was that to go inside her? At least the girl had been lying in bed afterwards. Was she expected to carry it in her bottom all day and sit with it? Her eyes glistened with tears, she was so afraid that it would hurt. She had liked the doctor's touch as he had explored her bottom, but she was not confident that she was ready for something so big and intrusive in her precious rosebud.

  "Climb onto the bed, little Gia. I want you lying on the pillow with your bottom facing me." Her papa knew how to give orders.

  Nanny Vivian placed the box on the mattress and removed the dirty cloths, bowl of water, and razor from the room. "I will be back soon. Do not start without me."

  Did her nanny have to watch what her papa had planned for her bottom? There were no secrets at Ashby, and certainly no hint of privacy, either.

  "Onto the bed," Papa said, swatting her bottom when she did not move quickly enough.

  She pouted, not pleased that he spanked her. His hand was calloused and rough, thick, and wider than Nanny Vivian's. He also had much more strength behind his swat. One smack to her bottom hurt far worse than the cumulative number that her nanny had given her.

  Gia did not waste another second in climbing atop the mattress, moving to lie on the bed. The soft, quilted bedspread felt warm and inviting against her naked skin. Had she not been recently spanked, she might have curled back under the covers. She suspected her papa would not be pleased if she did not obey his commands.

  "Hold your bottom cheeks apart," Papa said.

  She reached behind her and separated her buttocks, allowing him to see her pink pucker. Grateful she was face down, she knew he could not see the embarrassing red blush that must have spread across h
er face.

  The door to the nursery squeaked open, and she did not dare look to see who had entered. By the sound of the click of feminine heels, Gia imagined that her nanny had returned.

  "Just waiting for you," Papa said.

  She could only hear a slight rustling of movement but did not know what was about to happen. His finger grazed her clit, finding her wetness as he trailed it back toward her bottom hole. "We are going to practice submission, my little Gia. Whenever you obey willingly without question, I will reward you."

  "Reward me, how?" she asked.

  His hand landed roughly on her exposed backside.

  She yelped at the impact, her hands trembling but refusing to let go of her cheeks.

  "You will find out soon enough. Punishments with spankings will also follow for disobedience. Do you understand?"

  Her voice shook as she nodded. "Yes, Papa."

  "Good. I want you to tell me why you are wet."

  Her quim throbbed at his question, the warmth spreading through her as his finger swirled over her rosebud, forcing a whimper to slip from her throat.

  "I want to please my papa." Had she answered him correctly? She could not see whether he smiled or frowned.

  "Good answer," he said, and pushed into her bottom hole, the liquid from her quim having soaked the sheets as he used her juices to thrust his finger in past her dark entrance.

  The throbbing grew in intensity as he pumped his single digit in and out of her pink pucker. "I want to stretch you, make you ready for when I claim you, little Gia. Have you ever imagined my cock inside you?"

  Oh she did not know the right way to answer. Did he desire the truth? What was it that he wanted to hear? She did not wish to humiliate herself, and yet either answer seemed as though it could prove troublesome.

  "Yes, when I was napping."

  One finger swiftly became two as he pushed inside her bottom, stretching and giving her both pain and pleasure as he surely could smell her scent.

  "That is naughty, but I want you to always answer me honestly, Gia. No matter what, I will reward you for the truth." His breath tickled her back and, as he withdrew his fingers, he planted soft kisses over her lower back, forcing her hips to grind.