by Alta Hensley
She desired more than just his kisses over her skin. She wanted to feel his breath on her quim and his tongue lapping at the juices that flowed freely from her, because of him. Did she dare admit what she desired? "I want your tongue on my clit," she said, the words sounding grossly improper, and yet it was the truth he had asked for.
"Give me the plug, Nanny Vivian." A moment passed, feeling as though it stretched on forever. His tone was not light or filled with mirth. Had she said something to offend her papa? Of course she should not use such vulgar language, but he had asked her to be honest, and she had done exactly that for him.
Her brow furrowed as she realized that her papa confused her greatly. Asking questions right now, though, seemed a folly that would likely result in further discipline to her sore bottom.
She felt the hint of lubricant as he slid the bulbous head of the glass plug in past her tight hole. Gia squirmed and shifted her hips, finding the stretch of her anus uncomfortable as the item began to fill her bottom.
Her papa continued to push the implement fully inside her rear, until there was no further for it to reach. The plug's girth felt heavy and wide inside her.
"Come now, stand up for me," Papa commanded.
Careful not to push the implement out, she felt as though it might slide from between her cheeks if she did not keep her bottom clenched. Gia did not wish to disappoint her papa. Pushing herself up off the mattress, she stood naked in front of him.
Nanny Vivian reclaimed the gown from the bed and brought it over for Gia to put back on. "After you get dressed, it is straight to the playroom for you, Gia."
She stood obediently, letting her papa reach for her bloomers and help her back into the cotton material, one leg at a time. With her hands extended into the air, Giana cooperated as Nanny Vivian guided the dizzying colored dress onto her body, and worked to tighten the laces.
Papa retrieved her stockings, holding them expectantly as he waited for her nanny to finish securing the dress properly. "Sit down on the edge of the mattress," Papa ordered.
Gia did as instructed, sitting still for her papa while he worked the white stockings gradually up her legs. His firm yet gentle caress against her bare skin only made her heart quicken with each beat. He had stirred the desire inside her, and furthermore, he had dismissed any answer to her wanton need. What had happened? Had she disappointed him? He bent down for her shoes, helping to guide one at a time onto her feet.
"Are you cross with me, Papa?"
He had not said a word for several minutes, and she could no longer take the heavy feeling that settled into the pit of her stomach.
"We will talk later." He did not give her any hint to indicate how much trouble she was in.
"Come, little Gia. It is time for you to play with the other littles." Nanny Vivian took her hand and escorted her off the mattress and out of the nursery. As she entered the hall, she realized there was a lot more commotion than there had been earlier.
The door to the playroom had been left open, and the hall was filled with the sweet symphony of littles' laughter and excitement, bubbling through the corridors.
"It seems they have been waiting for us," her nanny said.
Chapter XI
Theo could not believe the mouth on his little Gia. Had she no manners, or filter to keep from speaking so boldly? Certain words floated through his mind, but he knew better than to say them aloud, and worse, her nanny had been just a few steps away, ready on a whim to spank the sense right back into her.
He had restrained himself from spanking her for doing as he asked: being honest. Her confidence, however, had been misdirected into using language inappropriate and vulgar for either a lady or a little. Theo did not dare imagine the response on the street upon hearing such talk. The scandal that would follow, and people assuming she was a harlot with a mouth that needed to be filled with soap!
As Nanny Vivian escorted little Gia to her playroom, he watched them walk, stepping out into the corridor. The long hall felt as though it stretched on and on, and the noise and chatter echoing off the walls made it appear far louder than usual. He wanted to speak with Mr. Hartley now more than ever, to discover where his gem Gia had been found. What was her upbringing and background? She had mentioned her parents being deceased. When had they perished? There were questions he wanted to ask Gia, but did not always find it appropriate considering the setting. She was to be little, and any amount of time with her as an adult would slow the regression process—which was not his intention—so he thought it best to ask the person who had hired Miss Hayes as a nanny himself.
Little Gia stopped at the entrance to the playroom and glanced behind her shoulder at him. It made his heart swell that she cared enough to think of him. He was still getting to know her, but he felt swept up in her world as a little, wanting to please her in return, and make himself happy in the process.
His faint nod was all she needed to smile before her nanny's hands on her shoulders guided her into the playroom.
Theo headed down the hall and knocked on Mr. Hartley's door. Was he in his office, or busy keeping the school from running wild? How did he manage to run both a finishing school and an institute for littles? It seemed like an awful lot of work, but the place looked pleasant and clean, and the girls were all kept in line.
"Come in," Philip said from behind the closed door.
Theo turned the handle and stepped into the room before shutting the door behind him. "Sorry for interrupting you, Mr. Hartley, I am sure you are busy."
"There is always work to be done. Do you not find that to be the case as well, Theo?" Philip asked.
He was quite correct. Work never seemed to lighten up, and though Theo had taken a few days off to follow his fantasies about finding his own little one, he would now be at the mercy of the Ashby visiting hours, likely on weekends.
"I wanted to speak with you about little Gia. She has me quite puzzled in many respects. I was wondering if you could enlighten me with regards to her background."
"What ails you, Theo? I assure you that any trouble you may be having with Miss Hayes will be rectified, given the appropriate time and training." Philip did not seem too concerned. Did all the papas pay him a visit within the first few days of signing the contract? Theo had no desire to tear up the paperwork or leave Ashby. He just wanted to know what he was dealing with.
Theo did not have it in him to repeat Gia's vulgar language. Surely she would get into trouble, and even if she did not, Nanny Vivian would likely see the inside of the headmaster's office to receive a thorough tongue lashing. Theo did not want to be the reason for either scenario. When he needed to be strict with his little Gia, he would be. He had administered the plug into her bottom to remind her that he was the one in charge. Had it worked?
"There is no direct problem, per se. I was hoping you might explain how she became a nanny at your school. She holds herself well, like a woman of status, and to be perfectly frank, I find it a little troubling that she was working here instead of deciding whom to marry." He took a seat across from Mr. Hartley, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible. Just being in his presence felt intimidating. Did the girls all feel that way, too?
"I assure you that her past has no bearing on where your future will go."
"She told me she was an orphan, that her parents recently died. Is that true?" Though he had no reason to doubt her honesty, Theo still found himself forced to ask.
"I do not have such information, Mr. Elliott. I can assure you that she is in top-notch hands, and that her schooling in submission will be taken seriously. Her past, whatever it was, will hold nothing to what you can offer her."
Philip had been successful at avoiding answering Theo's question; which meant that either he did not know, or he was unhappy himself with the answer. Theo guessed it was the former, for surely she would not have been hired if they thought her a liability to the chateau.
Could he continue to ask little Gia about her upbringing? It did not se
em appropriate considering the regression training, the constant reminder that she was to be little. Surely Nanny Vivian would not be pleased if he asked the girl what he desired to know. She seemed displeased with him already, though Theo did not know what he had done to offend her. Was it because he had been sitting in the chair while Gia napped? Or perhaps because he had barged in while she was finishing up shaving the hair from his little's delicate region?
"Do you have any other questions?" Philip asked.
"What does it take to get special time with my little Gia?" Since that morning, since hearing her moans from the doctor's ministrations, Theo found himself wanting to satisfy her. He had not yet been given the opportunity or the privacy to indulge in his own desires.
"Usually, it is warranted when she does something above and beyond, or for exceptional behavior," the headmaster said. "Is it that you desire to know Miss Hayes more intimately?"
Theo did want to know more about her in many ways, but did not want it to sound as though he could not wait, or would not follow the rules. "I do feel it would benefit both of us greatly if we might spend some time without Nanny Vivian present."
Philip's lips quirked upwards into a small smile. "I see. If I have your assurance that you will not take her virginity, then you may accompany Gia to her bedroom tomorrow evening and help prepare her for bed. It is usually the nanny's responsibility, but if you feel it would help the two of you bond further, I will not interfere. Gia is a wonderful little, and with her knowledge as a nanny, it might be good to let her experience more of what having a papa has to offer."
"Yes." That was exactly what Theo wanted to hear. He desired to release the throbbing of his cock and let her lips fall upon his erection. Would she know what to do upon seeing his member? Undoubtedly still pure, she might not even know how to please him. He would teach her what he liked, what he desired, and how she could make him happy. In return, he would capture her heart and her body, claiming her for himself. "Would it be possible to do so tonight, rather than my returning tomorrow?" he asked. "I could go in and assist Nanny Vivian in the playroom."
"I believe tomorrow will be better; after I have had a chance to speak with Nanny Vivian to discuss this further. I feel you should give your little more time to acclimate to the change from nanny to little. We have not had such a dramatic shift before. It is quite possible that there might be some temper tantrums to follow. We have seen the girls fight, and I admit that putting Gia in as a little with the same girls she was a nanny to, may prove troublesome. Nanny Vivian needs to ensure that proper discipline is maintained, and I do know that papas jumping in at times can prove unsettling. Besides, it would not be proper for you to correct a little who is not your own. Imagine how you would feel if a papa took your little Gia over his knee. That is not to say that you cannot correct your little one, but I will not have you correcting a girl who is betrothed to another."
Did Mr. Hartley not trust his judgment to be fair and sound? Theo felt as though he had found himself receiving a lecture that he had no reason to sit in on. He understood the thin line of discipline, and how it would be improper to correct another girl who was not his own. The nannies were responsible for keeping their charges in line. He would have to trust their judgment and make sure that if anything happened, they were privy to it. Surely they had handled such unruly behavior before. Besides, there was no guarantee that little Gia would make trouble at all. She had already become acquainted with the other littles, would they accept her as one of their own?
Who was he fooling? If the situation was reversed, surely he would be giving hell to little Gia if he had previously been her charge. He would keep a close eye to ensure that his Gia was not treated harshly, be it due to the temper from another little, or if another girl raised a hand to her. He may not have been given permission to discipline the other littles, but he did have it in him to protect Gia. He would do whatever was necessary to ensure that no harm would come to her. He did not like the idea of leaving his Gia, but would not make issue of it.
"Very well. Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Hartley. I shall return tomorrow afternoon," Theo said and stood. He reached out, shaking the headmaster's hand before stepping from his office and shutting the door behind him. At least he had gained one thing he had desired from the meeting, permission to see his little one alone. Not that he needed permission. A part of him had already decided he would take what he wanted. After walking in on her nanny shaving the hair from her bottom, and seeing the soft, creamy skin of her quim, he ached to touch his little Gia.
* * * * *
As Theo headed into the hall the next afternoon, he found the corridor to be quiet, as the door to the playroom had been closed. Walking up to the window, he watched, noticing that his little Gia's eyes were red and her cheeks rosy. Had she been crying? The nannies were sitting at a table across the room, talking amongst themselves.
Gia appeared to be coloring alone, as two other girls had their backs to her while they played with the giant dollhouse. Had she wanted to play with them and been refused? She looked sad, but Theo could not tell if it was because she felt left out, or because perhaps they had said something impolite to unsettle her. Her bottom lip pouted as she focused on the paper in front of her.
He could no longer stand there without knowing what was going on. Watching her brought sadness to his heart, something he had not felt before for his little Gia. He did not want her to be upset or miserable as a little.
Knowing it was against what Mr. Hartley had recommended, that he merely observed, and let the nannies take care of any ill behavior, Theo decided he could not stand idly by and watch her break down into tears. The trembling lip and sadness she cast down onto the paper as she colored alone told him that something was definitely wrong.
The room grew silent as he stalked into the playroom and bent down to Gia's level. "Is everything all right?"
"I am fine." Her eyes narrowed, tightening, as if she were attempting to act hardened and unscathed.
However, he could see right through her pain, recognizing the act for what it was. "Come with me," he said, taking her hand and standing up.
"Where are you going?" Nanny Vivian asked.
"Out into the hall to talk. I will bring her back when we are finished." He was not going to have his little one be forced to share what had happened in front of the girls. Had her nanny paid Gia any attention while in the playroom?
Nanny Vivian nodded her approval and shifted in her seat to face her friends, ignoring the littles.
Theo opened the door and led little Gia into the hall and past the window, so the girls could not watch them talk. However, Nanny Vivian could still see him from her seat, if she happened to look in their direction.
"Something happened in the playroom." It was not a question. He needed to know how bad the situation had been for her. Could she move past it with the other girls, or did measures need to be taken to sort it all out?
"I do not wish to tattle," Gia said, her voice barely above a whisper. "They will only hate me even more."
Theo did not dare say that would not be true. "Tell me what happened, and I shall decide how it will be rectified." He was not going to leave the decision in Gia's hands, not with her obvious intent to hide it from everyone.
"Nanny Vivian insisted I play with Teresa and Gracie. They would not let me near the dollhouse and snatched up all the dolls. I decided I did not wish to play with them if they were going to be mean, so I colored. Then Teresa kept calling me names, whispering mean things from behind me. She wanted to make me cry." Gia shook her head, her eyes watering. "But I would not let her see my tears. Teresa is mean and deserves to have her bottom smacked!"
Theo sighed and wrapped his arms around Gia, pulling her into his arms for a hug. "She may deserve a good spanking, but it is not for you or me to correct her behavior. Did Nanny Vivian hear any of what was going on?" He could not believe that she had ignored her charges, especially when Gia was practically in tears! Was the woman
oblivious, or too wrapped up in herself to notice?
"She did not behave as though she knew. She may have been ignoring it. Nannies do that sometimes. They want to teach the children to work it out between themselves."
"Are you talking from experience?" he asked. He could understand why some fusses should be ignored, but not this; the littles' behavior needed to be corrected before he allowed his little Gia back into the playroom.
Gia nodded her head. Tears trickled down her cheeks. Theo wiped away the droplets and rested his hands on her shoulders.
"I want you to wait right here. Will you do that for me?"
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I need to have a word with Nanny Vivian." He was not going to allow this behavior to continue any further. Theo let go of his little one and headed straight for the playroom. His eyes narrowed, glaring at Teresa and Gracie. Oh, how he desired to punish them for making his little Gia cry. They should have their bottoms spanked and bared for everyone at the chateau to see. It was not his place to discipline them and that infuriated him, especially right now, when there was not much he could do.
Nanny Vivian pushed her chair back, letting it squeak loudly over the floor. She stood and followed Theo out into the hall, shutting the door so no one could be privy to their conversation, except for Gia.
"What seems to be the problem?" Nanny Vivian asked.
"I do not like to see my little Gia in tears due to the way that the other girls are treating her. It is my understanding that the nannies are ignoring the insults and bullying. If you will not fix the problem, I will." He did not care whether it meant involving the headmaster, the other papas, or using his own palm to instill discipline.
"Mr. Elliott, I assure you that all little ones go through an adjustment period, a transition, when making new friends."
