by Allison West
Philip shook the thermometer before spreading Etta's bottom cheeks, sliding the glass tube in past her pink pucker.
Every ounce of her skin that he grazed felt warm. Her bottom was covered in a pink blush, though he knew that had more to do with her punishments from earlier.
She squirmed and moaned. Philip smacked her sharply. "Hold still, child." He was not in the mood to deal with a second little who would defy him that afternoon. It had been an exhausting day and he wanted it over. Besides, the thermometer should have been easier for her to take after having worn the plug. How long had she been training with it? Had Nanny Mae just put it in?
"I do not want to!" Etta whined like a child, trying to break free.
Why was she acting this way? She had been more compliant in the doctor's office. He landed a second smack and then a third to her bottom, forcing her to clench as she pushed at the thermometer. Philip pushed it right back in, not letting her be done yet.
"You will be here longer the more you resist," he said.
Etta stopped thrashing, her face buried down toward the floor.
He waited a solid three minutes from the time she stopped fussing until he removed the glass tube, examining the markings. Her temperature was still elevated, but not as high as he expected it to be. Even so, he pulled up her bloomers and helped Etta to her feet. He would introduce a bigger plug to fill her bottom before bed. "Come with me," he said, his tone short and abrupt.
He took Etta by the hand, her face no less red than when he had laid eyes on her in the playroom. "I am taking you to the nursery," he said. Fluids and a cool bath would do her a world of good.
"I am not tired, Papa."
He knew she had recently awoken from her nap, and perhaps that explained a bit of the rise in temperature, but he had caught a waft of her cunny as he had her bent over his knee. It was as if she were in heat, her sex hot and swollen, begging to be touched. Although he wanted to graze her quim, listen to her squirm and moan, she was not ready for it. Pleasure was a reward, and she needed to be well and healthy before he took her down a path they could not return from.
"Nanny Mae!" He gestured her nanny over, snapping his fingers into the air to get her attention.
The red-haired, fair-skinned woman excused herself from the ladies and walked up to Headmaster Philip.
"Etta is running a slight fever. It started before her nap, but I was expecting it to have disappeared. I would like you to give her a cold bath and then a bottle. Put her down to bed, and go up a size in your training. I shall come to check on her later."
"Do not go," Etta said, her voice soft and fragile.
Philip wanted to stay, and staring at her beautiful blue eyes only tugged on his heart, making the choice that much harder. "You need your rest."
"I do not feel ill. Just hot."
"I know. You are running a fever." Philip nodded in understanding. He recognized that she undoubtedly did feel hot. "Does your head hurt?" Usually a headache accompanied a fever.
"No, Papa."
He kissed her forehead. She seemed cooler than earlier. "Come." He took her hand and led her into the washroom, with Nanny Mae trailing behind. The porcelain claw tub sat in the center of the room.
"Undress," he commanded Etta.
She stood there, not moving.
"Listen to your papa," Nanny Mae said, chastising the girl. She swatted her bottom for not following directions.
"Get some cool water. I want to bring down Etta's temperature and then give her a bottle before bed," Philip said.
"What about dinner?" Etta asked.
Nanny Mae retrieved the water bucket and headed out of the room to fill it with cool tepid water. She slowly began to fill the bathtub.
"You will get enough of the nutrients you need from a bottle. I want you healthy for tomorrow."
"What is happening tomorrow?" Etta asked, continuing with the questions.
He waited for her to undress. When she did not move fast enough, he reached for her hips, pulling her toward him. "Arms up."
Etta lifted her arms above her head, and Philip tugged the material up over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She reached to cover her breasts and he spanked her bottom. "Do not hide yourself from me. Put your hands down."
Slowly, she lowered her hands along with her gaze as her perky breasts and peaked nipples revealed themselves to him.
Philip tried to hide the discomfort in his trousers as his cock hardened at the sight of her beautiful body. His fingers grazed her hips, inching the bloomers down past her slick folds and to her feet for her to climb out from. Her quim appeared a luscious pink and red, her clit visibly sticking out and swollen. He'd never seen a little this aroused—at least, not one who had not been with her papa.
"Have you been touching yourself, child?" Philip's voice was stern, his eyes narrowed as he glared at her disapprovingly.
Etta shook her head.
"Do not lie to me!"
"I swear I have not."
What had aroused Etta to make her pearl swell so fully and her quim glisten with wetness?
Philip caught Nanny Mae's fearful gaze as the woman stared at Etta. Had something transpired between the two of them? He had known his nannies to discipline the girls. Perhaps the tough display had aroused his little Etta.
Nanny Mae cleared her throat. "May I have a word with you outside?"
Philip glanced from a naked Etta to the nanny. "Stay here, Etta. We shall be right back." He stalked out of the room with Nanny Mae and shut the door to the nursery. "Would you like to tell me what is going on?"
"Perhaps if we went into your office," Nanny Mae said, stammering.
He cleared his throat and shuffled down the hall, opening the door to his private office. "Come in. Sit down." He assumed it would not take just a minute if she wanted only him to hear what had to be said.
"I would rather stand." She rested her hands on the back of the chair.
"That was not a question." Philip was always in charge. Not just to the littles, but he also held a wealth of power over the nannies. "Sit."
Nanny Mae nodded her understanding and walked around to sit in the upholstered chair. "I believe I know why your little is showing signs of arousal," she said.
"Do you?" His expression grew grim. "If she is touching herself, you know that the responsibility lies with you to stop her."
"I know, and I made a mistake," Mae said.
"What kind of mistake?" Philip asked. He came to stand in front of Nanny Mae, perching on the edge of the wooden desk. "Elaborate." He did not ask her kindly, as it had been her duty to keep Etta in line.
"I may have gone to restrain her after she touched her quim, but then, I do not know how to explain what happened…" Her words trailed off and her cheeks burned as she stared down at her hands in her lap. "I may have been the cause of that source of arousal."
"You?" Philip pushed himself further from the desk. "I trusted you with my little Etta."
"I know." Nanny Mae nodded. "And I assure you it was consensual."
"That is beside the point. As a little at this school, she has given up the right to make decisions for herself. That is why she is here, to learn to regress as a child would. Abusing her does not fit into our curriculum!"
Nanny Mae's eyes shot up to meet his and she sat up straighter. "I did not abuse Etta." Her words were terse and she gritted her teeth, seething.
"Do you love her?" Philip was not sure he even wanted to hear the answer. Etta was his little one and no one else's.
"As a little, but nothing more," Nanny Mae said, shaking her head. "I do not know what came over me."
Philip had a pretty good idea what had come over her. She had grown heated and filled with lust. Staring at a woman's breasts and quim, spanking her—all had finally got to her in the same way it got to him. Not that he could tell her that. He could not be all right with what had happened. There had to be consequences, but firing her did not feel appropriate. "You will work in the eastern
wing from now on. I do not want you to see Etta again, is that clear?"
"Thank you, Headmaster Philip."
She had to know he had saved her job, and a small part of him loved Mae in a way that showed affection and warmth, like a child loved a precious doll. She had been the security that he had needed to ensure him time to grow, accept his role as headmaster, and now as papa. He needed a nanny for Etta, but it would not be Nanny Mae. Her time with the littles was over.
Chapter 13
Etta stood stark naked in the lonely bathroom. Papa and Nanny Mae had left her alone, but for what reason? Were they going to discuss what had happened between her and Nanny Mae after her nap?
The door creaked open, and Etta stared at Papa as he stalked into the room, looking displeased.
"Where is Nanny Mae?" she asked.
"Gone." He gave her no hint of anything further.
Etta's brow furrowed and the first hint of tears surfaced in her eyes. She had not been fond of Nanny Mae at first glance, but the woman had worn her down, and she respected her. "Where did she go?"
"That is not for you to worry about," Papa said. "You will have a new nanny looking after you by tomorrow. In the meantime, I am going to take care of you."
Her heart skipped a beat. She would much rather have Papa look after her. "Do I have to have a new nanny?" She'd even be pleased to have Nanny Mae back. She was not so bad, and Etta did not have the slightest clue who else Papa would hire. Would it be someone worse, with harsher discipline and a stricter hand to her bottom?
"Yes, child. I cannot watch over you and the entire chateau without a little help." He kissed the top of her head. "Your fever seems to have broken. Let's get you into your nightgown and climb into bed."
"I am not tired," Etta said, whining. It was nearing dinner time and her stomach grumbled for food. She didn't dare remind him that the bottle had been forgotten.
"Do not disappoint me," Papa said, his tone stern and sharp. He walked into the nursery and found a light pink nightgown for her to wear to bed. "Arms up."
Etta did not fight him. Perhaps if she did as she was told, he'd see that she did not need another nanny, that she could be trusted to be on her own. She was a grown adult, even if he seemed to forget that about her. Lifting her arms into the air, she let him guide the soft pink nightgown over her head and arms.
"Come." Papa guided Etta to the bed and pulled back the covers. "Lie on your tummy," he said, instructing her on what to do.
She climbed atop the mattress, burying her fingers under the pillow as she laid her head down, her bottom facing the ceiling.
"Seeing as you are not ill as we first thought, I think it is best to leave the cold bath away."
"What is wrong with me?" Etta did not understand why she felt so warm. Her quim burned and the clothes felt too hot and restrictive, even just a simple nightgown.
"You are aroused, Etta. Nanny Mae should not have done what she did, but I hear you were a naughty girl, touching yourself. Is that what started it?"
Etta did not answer.
Papa lifted the hem of her gown, exposing her round bottom as his fingers moved over the plush curves. "Naughty girls get paddled."
Etta snapped her head around to study Papa's stern expression. "Paddled?"
Papa reached for the drawer of the dresser beside the bed and opened it. Etta gasped when she watched him pull out a wooden paddle.
"What happened between you and Nanny Mae deserves a punishment. You are not to touch yourself, and you most certainly are not to allow anyone to touch you unless I say so."
Without hesitation, he laid the paddle on her backside so she could feel the cool wood against her heated bare flesh. Etta had never been paddled, but undoubtedly this experience was not one she would enjoy. But before she could plead for mercy or even come up with an escape plan, the paddle raised and then came crashing down on her arse with a stinging blow.
"Ow! Oh, Papa!" Another searing swat landed on her bottom. "It hurts!"
"Yes, my little love, I'm afraid a proper paddling is indeed going to sting."
He continued to paddle her bottom without pause, and Etta could do nothing more but wail in pain. The thud of each spank almost took her breath away, as her papa delivered a paddling she would not soon forget.
"I am so sorry, Papa. I will never do such things again!"
The paddling continued.
"Yes, little Etta, I will make sure of that."
The paddling continued.
"Ow! Ow! I cannot take anymore. I simply cannot!"
The paddling continued.
"I do not like punishing you so harshly," he said as he landed two more swats on each cheek and then stopped. "But it is my duty, as your papa, to do so when it is deserved. You nearly cost a woman her job, Etta. Her livelihood is not a game."
Etta sniffed and tried to dry her tears. She knew she indeed deserved her paddling. Her behavior had not been that of a lady.
Papa put the paddle down and caressed her bottom gently. "Do you understand why you are at the Ashby Chateau, Etta?"
"I am to find a suitable man to marry." That was why her Uncle Jack had sent her away. He did not seem to know anything about girls or young women, so he had pushed her out of the door as fast as she had come into his home.
"You are to learn to submit, Etta. I want you to recognize the power and give it up entirely to me. I am going to claim you as my wife when the time comes, my little love."
Etta swallowed nervously. "You wish to marry me?" Had he lost his mind? She had suspected as much because of the talk from Nanny Mae, but she had pushed it aside and could have sworn that he would never want someone like her.
"Everything about you is perfect, except your submission. Please me, and I will do everything in my power to make you pleased. Now relax," he said. From the corner of her eye, she could see Papa pull out a jar of ointment from the same drawer the paddle had been in, which made her tummy do a flip. His hands came to separate her cheeks before he dipped a single digit into her bottom. "Take it in, imagine it is me inside you."
Softly she moaned, her eyes slamming shut as he stirred the strange desire she had never felt before arriving at Ashby. Since then, her body had come alive in ways she never knew possible, and it happened more than once a day.
"That is a good girl. You are still so tight, though," he said, pushing a second digit inside her tight hole.
Etta shifted her hips and he removed his fingers, opening the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. Taking out an item that Etta already recognized, he added some ointment before sliding a new plug into her bottom. This one felt bigger and stretched her as it eased inside her rear. Whimpering, she wanted the pain to stop.
"Relax," he said. "It will not hurt any more than it already does."
The pain was mixed with pleasure and as she felt her bottom completely full, he rolled her onto her back. "Spread your legs, Etta."
Licking her dry lips, she followed his command. Whatever he said, she would do. She wanted to please him and, more importantly, she did not want a replacement nanny tomorrow.
Wetness coated her quim and Papa bent down to her level, examining her folds as he spread them apart.
It felt strange to have someone staring so intimately at a place that no one had ever examined before today.
"I am going to kiss you," Papa said.
She expected him to climb up her body and cover her lips with his own, but instead his mouth descended onto the heat and fire down below. His breath tickled her bare skin as his fingers separated her folds further, licking her swollen nub.
Etta's bottom tightened on the plug, her cunny pulsating as he licked and sucked her bead of nerves that sent her shuddering on the mattress.
He guided two fingers into her wetness, stroking her as she trembled beneath him.
Her breathing grew in intensity, her heart slammed against the walls of her chest, begging to break free, as if her heart and emotions were imprisoned. She moaned, and her p
apa did not try and silence her pleas. Wetness coated his fingers and dripped from her pussy as he licked and sucked, drinking all of it in.
Etta's toes curled and her quim clenched around his digits. She wished there was more to fill her, not just the plug in her bottom but his cock in her quim. Would he ever give her what she desired? Was he waiting until they were actually married? He had seen she was still a virgin, her maidenhead being intact during the examination. What was he waiting for?
"I want you," she said, her words thick and filled with longing. Her fingers clung to his shirt, pulling it from his trousers, ready to undress him and pin him beneath her, though she doubted he would ever let her be in control.
Climbing back up her body, he gently guided the gown down past her exposed quim and kissed her cheeks and nose, staring down at her with a smile. She softly moaned when she could smell her own essence on his breath.
"Good."
Etta did not know what that meant. Was he pleased with what had happened? He took a deep breath, pulled the covers up around her, and then lay down on the mattress atop the blankets, his hand draped across her waist.
Her eyes shut and she did not bother to ask about her next meal. She had no desire to drink from a bottle and felt that if she climbed from the bed, her legs would give out. Etta knew she would collapse, feeling wobbly as she needed her rest.
"Goodnight, my little love," he said, whispering the words into her ear. "I shall wake you for dinner."
There was no clock and the sky had darkened, but it was winter. It was much too hard to tell the hour. She drifted off to sleep, needing the rest, whether it was for twenty minutes or two hours. Feeling his strong arms surrounding her, Etta felt safe, comforted, and pleased.
Chapter 14
How could Nanny Mae have betrayed him? As Etta fell asleep in his arms, the silence enveloping them only seemed to stir his anger and hatred for what she had done to his little one. Etta was his, and though he may not have claimed her yet, no one was supposed to bring her to her knees and make her quiver in ecstasy but him.