by Penny Birch
I peed, washed my hands and splashed water into my face before taking a grey silk robe from behind the door. By then Gabrielle was in the living room, on the sofa with her shoes kicked off, pouring coffee into little chrome-plated cups. I sat opposite her, waiting until she chose to speak.
‘I had hoped you would understand,’ she said, completely direct. ‘You do, yes?’
‘Sure,’ I answered. ‘It’s cute.’
‘And you would play with me?’
‘Yes. OK, so I’d rather be baby, but I don’t mind being nurse. We can take turns, maybe?’
‘Maybe, yes. I had hoped you would want to take charge, solely, as you did with Ami Bell?’
‘I prefer to be on the receiving end. With Ami I had to take control, or nothing would have happened.’
‘I understand. Often this is the way.’
‘I thought you’d have known, after Jo. Jo Warren?’
‘I should not really say this, but Jo was not altogether clear in her explanations. Her sexuality is very repressed, more so than Ami’s.’
‘But she told you I wanted her to spank me?’
‘She said you equated pain with pleasure, in the form of corporal punishment. You will understand if I do not explain the details of her case?’
‘Of course. So you thought I wanted to spank her? That I’d scared her?’
‘Essentially, yes.’
‘That’s actually quite funny. I mean, there’s no way I would do it to her unless she wanted it. There’s no way I could do it to her unless she wanted it!’
‘Physically no. That is not important.’
‘Yes it is. It’s just not the same for me if I don’t feel that the person punishing me is genuinely in control. Like you. I thought maybe you wanted to dominate me, to control me, when you wrapped me in the cling film for my enema. After all, you saw my spoon bruises.’
‘That was a legitimate therapy.’
‘Including frigging me off?’
‘Yes.’
‘Do you do that to other clients? Masturbate them?
‘You know I cannot possibly tell you that. But yes, orgasm can be highly therapeutic, in many ways. You were aroused, also.’
‘Well, what do you expect? You put me in tight restraint. You gave me an enema, you made me pee myself. You must have known it would get to me.’
‘You see the cling film as restraint?’
‘Well yes, don’t you?’
‘Not necessarily.’
‘Oh. Fair enough, I suppose. So tell me, your masturbation therapy or whatever you call it. Jo Warren?’
‘That would be to betray her confidence. It is an important technique for release of tension.’
‘And Jo’s as tense as they come. Fine. That screws my head up. I mean, how can she get in such a state over an offer of lesbian sex then casually let you frig her pussy once a month!’
‘As I say. It is a therapeutic technique.’
‘Sex, Gabrielle. One girl masturbating another, sex, S-E-X.’
‘Not at all . . .’
‘Well it is to me.’
‘This is an old-fashioned idea, related to the repression of female sexuality, male too, perhaps more so.’
‘It’s still sex.’
‘Not necessarily. You are very focused on the sexual responses of your body, Natasha, much more so than most.’
‘Perhaps. So why did you take me so far at Haven?’
‘To become closer to you. In the hope that we might talk, that I might find in you an expression of my needs, and your own.’
‘Well you have, sort of.’
‘Thank you, Natasha. You maybe understand how important that is to me.’
‘Yes, I think I do. You’ll need to explain the details though, with the whole baby thing. Do you want me to humiliate you, sexually?’
‘No, humiliation plays no part in it.’
‘It does for me.’
‘That is not uncommon, especially in very confident women. When I first saw you I thought you were repressed, and unable to open yourself due to low self-esteem. Had you told me everything, I would have understood.’
‘I know that now. Look, I’m going to tell you something very intimate, and you can tell me if it fits in with your fantasy.’
‘Very well.’
‘This man I’ve been seeing . . .’
‘Damon Maurschen?’
‘No, and incidentally, I think I’m rid of him, thanks to your advice. This is another one. It doesn’t matter who he is. What does matter is that he’s into female humiliation.’
She nodded, folding her hands in her lap and leaning forwards, listening intently.
‘He um . . . he did something really cruel to me. He made me poo my panties, in public.’
Again she nodded. I’d expected a bit more reaction.
‘It was my fault,’ I went on. ‘I’d egged him on, sort of, or at least he thought I had. The humiliation was dreadful, mind-numbing, as I’m sure you can imagine, but it turned me on, so much, although it made me angry too. The thing is, that I didn’t manage to come, although I wanted to. I was just too cross to let him do it. I dreamed about it that night, and masturbated in the morning, only it wasn’t him I came over, or what he made me do, but this big woman who rescued me. She just took over completely, helping me clean up, making sure I was decent. In my fantasy she punished me too, but that’s not the point. I think maybe that feeling, of just being taken charge of, is what you want to get, yes?’
‘Yes, exactly. If you would behave to me as that woman did to you, it would, I think, be perfect.’
‘Then wet yourself.’
For one instant her eyes showed surprise, no more. Then she took her glasses off and closed her eyes. Her mouth went loose as she relaxed down into the sofa. Her legs began to part, the neat grey skirt riding up her thighs, to expose first stocking tops, then the taut white crotch of her panties, stretched over the gentle bulge of her pussy. I realised immediately that she was shaved, because I could see every detail of her sex lips. Suddenly those details were a great deal clearer as a tiny wet patch appeared at the centre of her pussy, growing, spreading, the cotton pulling tight to her sex as a little fountain of pee sprang from the middle to run down over the clean white cotton and on to the leather beneath.
She was wetting herself, right in front of me, Miss Perfect herself, Gabrielle Salinger, with pee spurting out through her little cotton panties, all over her sofa. I watched, absolutely delighted, until she had finished, by which time she was sitting in a big puddle of pee. Her panties were sodden, her skirt and stockings too, soaking it slowly up. She still had her eyes closed, with her face set in an expression of abandoned bliss, and her thighs were wide open, showing me everything. She’d gone straight into role, without a moment’s hesitation, peeing somewhere just so totally inappropriate. It was only fair that I returned the favour.
‘Honestly, Gabrielle!’ I exclaimed. ‘You know you should go on the potty when you haven’t got a nappy on.’
‘Sorry, Bobonne,’ she answered, and stuck her thumb in her mouth, throwing me a really sulky look. ‘Which means a nursemaid in French, and call me Gabby.’
‘Got it,’ I answered quickly, then went stern. ‘In the bath, Miss Gabby! Now!’ I ordered.
I had grabbed her by the wrist before she could answer, pulling her to her feet. She took her thumb out of her mouth, but her sulky look intensified as I dragged her towards the bathroom. She came, trailing after me with reluctant steps as the pee dribbled down her legs, leaving a line of little puddles and wet footprints behind her.
We came to a stop in the bathroom, and she once more put her thumb in her mouth. I twisted the taps to full and turned on her, folding my arms across my front. Her skirt was soaked, and she looked pathetic, standing in her own slowly growing puddle with her thumb in her mouth and her big eyes wide.
‘Off with your clothes, young lady,’ I snapped. ‘All of them!’
‘Yes, Bobonne,’ she answe
red, her hands going tentatively to her skirt.
I watched her strip, first peeling off her pee-soaked skirt and stockings, then her panties. I ignored the temptation to stuff them in her mouth, as it wouldn’t have been in role, but it was more than I could resist to plant a firm smack on one wet buttock.
‘I’ve a mind to make you clear it up,’ I snapped. ‘Certainly you shall be spanked, don’t think you won’t.’
‘No, Bobonne, please, no.’
‘Yes, and firmly, on your bare bottom. How will that feel?’
She didn’t answer, just looking more sulky than ever and sucking on her thumb. I considered putting her straight across my knee, or the edge of the bath, but thought better of it, reserving the pleasure of spanking her until later in the game. Instead I waited as the bath filled, making sure it was as hot as she could possibly tolerate. That made her squeal when she got in, and the look on her face when she stuck her bottom in the water was something else.
I pretended to ignore it, taking a long-handled bath brush she had and smearing soap on it. She waited, just looking at me with her lovely pale eyes, her skin going gradually pink. Her nipples had come up, firm and proud on top of her tiny tits, really sweet, and just ripe for tweaking. I did it, pinching each between thumb and forefinger to make her squeak again and fold her arms protectively across her chest.
‘As if it could possibly matter who sees those,’ I chided. ‘Now, scrub time, so you can put your hands on your head, right now.’
She obeyed, and I began to scrub, her arms first, then her chest, making her screw her eyes up in pain as the stiff bristles caught her nipples. Her tummy came next, and her legs, before I made her turn over and stick her bum out of the water, with her pussy showing, wet and shiny between her thighs.
I did her whole body, twice, scrubbing vigorously to get the soap up into a thick lather, then again, until her skin was bright pink all over and really glowing. Once scrubbed, I made her stand to be inspected, stark naked and soaking wet in front of me. Her body was lovely, firm and slim and smooth, maybe not really meaty enough, but just right for the role. Her bum looked particularly sweet – small and firm, with the little round cheeks flushed cherry colour, just as if she’d already been spanked. I wanted to beat her, and it was tempting to use the bath brush, but I was sure she’d howl and held back, again delaying my pleasure.
With her clean, I ordered her out of the bath. She scrambled quickly out, and ran, her wet bottom jiggling behind her, into her special bedroom. I followed, towel in hand, to find her sat splay-legged on the floor, pussy on show, totally indifferent to her nudity, with a big pink dummy in her mouth. I wrapped the towel around her back, and spread a plastic sheet I’d noticed in one corner on to the floor. She crawled on immediately, rolling over on to her back.
She was breathing quite heavily, and it was obviously getting to her, but I knew better than to rush it. So I set about drying her, rubbing her all over with the towel and trying not to pay too much attention to her little boobs and the soft contours of her bottom and hips. She did as she was told throughout, never complaining and allowing me to move her body as I pleased, regardless of how blatant a show it made of her pussy or bottom.
Once she was dry I put the towel away and took down the big container of baby powder I’d noticed on the shelf. She was on her back by then, legs spread wide, pussy open, a very tempting position. Too tempting in fact, but I forced myself to do her neck, tummy and legs before moving to her boobs. I did both at the same time, shaking powder on to them and smoothing it in with my hands. Her nipples were rock hard, and as they moved under my fingers she gave the softest of sighs, hardly audible, but enough to tell me that she was getting seriously aroused.
It was pussy time, so I shook out more powder, on to the bare swell of her mound, then between her legs, over her sex. Instead of rubbing, I patted it in, very gently, smacking her pussy to send up little puffs of powder. That drew another sigh from her, as she set her legs as wide as they would go, offering herself to me in complete abandonment.
It wasn’t what I wanted. Smacking her gently on each thigh to make her put her legs down, I had her roll over, bum up. That was what I wanted, her gorgeous little bottom, bare and pink. I did her back first though, and her neck, then a few little bits I’d missed, like behind her knees, saving the real treat until last. Finally my target was the only bit unpowdered, pink and smooth, her cheeks open just enough to let me see her bumhole and the crease of her pussy.
I put the powder on, giving the container a good shake over each cheek to leave them crowned with little piles of white powder. She was quite still, waiting, but trembling ever so slightly, so that her cheeks quivered as I slowly began to rub the powder in, stroking and smacking gently, distributing it evenly, until just her crease was left. I used more powder for that, plenty of it, down between them until her flesh was white and it had begun to make little drifts in the crevices of her bumhole and between her pussy lips.
She looked so sweet, with her little powdery bottom and shaved pussy. I couldn’t hold the role of stern, detached nurse any more. I needed to touch, sexually, and she was simply too good to resist. Besides, I knew ultimately that I was supposed to bring her off. So I had a good feel of her freshly powdered bottomhole, holding her cheeks apart to get at it. She gave no resistance at all, simply sighing quietly as I tickled the little hole, which twitched in response, tightening, then going loose to show a wet, pink centre.
I eased her thighs gently open, displaying the rear of her sweet little pussy, with the neat folds of her inner lips peeping out from between the outer. She was wet, her flesh puffy, with a little white fluid escaping from the mouth of her vagina. I touched it, easing my finger into the opening and bringing it out wet and glistening. She sighed again, lifting her bottom ever so slightly. I gave her a little more powder, on her pussy lips and into the tiny wet hole at the centre of her anus, rubbing it in with my fingers to make her sigh again.
She was ready to come, I was sure of it, so I began to stroke her bottom, smoothing my hand over the powdery cheeks, grazing the wrinkled pink bumhole with my thumb each time, while my other hand cupped her sex, my thumb on her vagina, then up it as my fingers found her pussy lips, tickling, the nail of my longest finger on her clitoris. She reacted all right to that, sticking up her bottom and sighing aloud. I went on stroking and tickling, watching her react as her muscles started to twitch, her bottomhole tightening, her pussy too, starting to pulse as she moaned, deeply, her bottom coming up, her buttocks squeezing, her thighs going tense and her pussy clamping hard on my thumb as she came, once, then again, with the sweetest little cry of passion as it hit her.
I was pretty turned on myself, and wondering if I should make her lick me. The fantasy wasn’t complete though, and nor were her bedtime preparations. She needed to be in a nappy, which was something she was bound to have. Sure enough, there was a big packet of them, tucked neatly away, grown-up size, but girly pink. I pulled one out, opening it and trying to work out how it fastened. She stayed still, watching me and sucking her dummy, her feet kicked right up to her powdery bottom.
Finally I managed to figure out the nappy and went back to her, rolling her over by her legs. She went, and I took her by the ankles, lifting her legs so that I could slide the nappy under her bottom, parting them to pull it up between, and lying her down once more to fasten it. We’d been playing since she’d wet her panties, but the nappy really made the difference. Before the game had been mainly in my head, now it was much more real, and she did look ever so sweet, with her little titties bare and the soft bulge of the puffy white material around her hips and bottom.
In her place I would have felt utterly humiliated, bathed and powdered and put in a nappy by a stern nurse, humiliated but also protected, the same feelings the woman at Eastbourne had given me. I’d have looked just as cute too, and it would have been great to be masturbated the way I’d done it to her. As I put the changing things away I was wishing it had been me
, most of all for what was coming next: her punishment.
She must have known she wasn’t going to get away without a smacked bottom, but I wanted to torment her. So instead of dealing with her then and there and having tears before bedtime, I simply finished dressing her, in a frilly pink nightie with matching panties I found in the wardrobe, and put her to bed with a kiss.
It was obviously my duty to clean up, so I went back into her living room and did the best I could for the leather sofa. The surface was treated, so her pee hadn’t soaked it, but it had run down the back, which made it really hard to get at. I persevered though, because I knew I could choose my own reward, and by the time I’d finished I knew that if a girl had ever earned herself a spanked bottom it was Gabrielle.
She was going to get it too, over my knee, bare bottom, which was the best way to spank a girl in a nappy. There hadn’t been a squeak out of her since I’d put her to bed, and I was actually wondering if she’d fallen asleep. I gave her the full treatment anyway, walking in without turning the light on, so that my silhouette was backlit from the living room. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the nightlight, but when they did I found her looking at me, her big pale eyes wide and trusting, the dummy moving in her mouth as she sucked.
‘Right,’ I announced, ‘spankies time for you little Gabby, bare bottom.’
Her eyes went wider still, and the dummy dropped from her mouth as she scrabbled back against the wall, pulling the covers up over her head.
‘No nonsense,’ I chided. ‘Come on out, and if you’re good about it maybe I’ll let you keep your nightie on.’
She stayed firmly under the covers, with just her feet showing at the bottom.
‘Gabby,’ I warned. ‘No nonsense, I said. You know you deserve this. You’ve been naughty and you must take the consequences, so out you come, and we’ll pop those little frillies down and it’ll all be over in a trice.’
Still there was no reaction, then her head appeared briefly, only to vanish again beneath the covers.
