by Allison West
Nanny Vivian stalked across to the armoire and retrieved a dress similar to the gowns the littles had worn when Giana had been a nanny. She knew the routine and yet, being on the other side of it still felt foreign to her. Nanny Vivian placed the red and black checkered dress upon the mattress.
"Turn around."
Giana turned around to allow her nanny to loosen the ties on the back of the faded blue dress that reached her toes. She was no longer a nanny and, as such, did not need the clothes for one. She had no intention of giving her new nanny a hard time, as Teresa had done to her, because she knew Vivian, and though they had not had the opportunity to be close, she had still been kind to her. Relieved it had not been Nanny Beth to stomp into her room unannounced, she was beginning to enjoy the attention and relaxed. What was the worst that would happen as a little? She knew the girls had no cares, everything was taken care of, and they were showered with attention.
"Arms up," Vivian said, and Gia lifted her arms and let her nanny remove the dress, leaving her standing with her bloomers on and the key to the hall nestled securely around her neck. Her nanny dutifully removed the metal chain and key, bringing it carefully up over her charge's head, so as not to tangle it in the young woman's hair. Vivian then slid the chain around her own neck, burying it deep under her gown for safekeeping. Wordlessly, Nanny Vivian dropped the dress to the floor and bent down, her fingers brushing over Gia's hips, sliding the bloomers down past her thighs and to the floor. "Step out of the undergarments. Littles have an entirely different wardrobe, as you well know."
Gia did know that the clothes were different, and though she had admired the dresses on the littles, she was unsure how she herself would look in one. Did it matter? The decision had been made, and there was no taking it back. She had signed the documents agreeing to become 'little Gia' for her papa Theo.
Nanny Vivian retrieved a pair of bloomers and, one leg at a time, slid them up little Gia's thighs until they rested around her waist. Reaching for the dress on the bed, she loosened the bodice. "Hands up." Her nanny guided her arms into the dress first, then her head, before pulling it down to just past her thighs.
The dress was short, and her bloomers almost showed. If she bent forward, everyone would get a good look at her bum. She would have to remember to sit like a lady at all times.
"Climb onto the bed, little Gia. I need to retrieve your stockings and shoes. Everything should be here in your size. Headmaster Philip had it all delivered late last night."
Gia climbed atop the mattress, her feet dangling from the bed. A moment later, Nanny Vivian brought a set of white stockings and black shoes to her. She pulled up a chair to sit down and took the girl's foot onto her lap, starting with her left leg. Slowly, Nanny Vivian guided the white stocking up Gia's leg to her thigh, and repeated the gesture with the second stocking.
"What time is the appointment with the doctor?" Gia's voice hitched slightly, her nerves unsettled at the unknown. There were some aspects she was comfortable with, especially those in which she had been an active participant from a different perspective. She knew what bath time would be like, as well as bed time. What she had not been privy to were doctor's visits, as well as time with the girls' papas.
"As soon as we get dressed, Dr. Colt will be ready to see you."
Little Gia nodded, and as her nanny finished sliding the shiny black shoes on Gia's feet, she reached for her hand, helping her off the mattress and leading her out into the hallway.
"I must say, you are the first little to not give me any trouble with getting dressed on her first day. I am pleased. Your papa will be, as well." Nanny Vivian relinquished her hold on Gia's hand, passing her to her papa. "I will lead the way to the doctor's office."
At the mere mention and acknowledgement of what was to come, little Gia's hands began to tremble. She had never lain with a man, so far as she could remember, but it did not discount the scandal that had forced her out onto the streets, and which she had lost her family over.
Surely they could not discover such things from their examination? Was it a test that was verbal or physical? She suspected there would be some intimate parts that she would prefer to skip, but how exactly could one tell that she had not lost her purity?
Her hands shook and as she clutched her papa's hand, he must have felt the jitters she was feeling. As she trembled, the air in the hall felt cold and stale, uncomfortable to her. Nanny Vivian opened the door on the right and led them into the small room.
"The doctor will be with you shortly." She shut the door behind them, leaving the two of them alone.
The room smelled strange, and Giana scrunched her nose as the odor tickled her senses. The stark white walls and examination table looked less than inviting. Her eyes roamed over the black leather bag perched upon the wooden desk. She untangled her hand from her papa's and approached the leather bag, curious to peek inside.
"Little Gia," her papa warned. "You should not snoop through others' belongings. It is impolite."
"I am not snooping. Only looking," she said. "I did not touch anything." She had not let her fingers walk through his bag, but she had intended to, had Theo not raised his voice to stop her. Was he not curious, too, about what contents the doctor kept in his leather satchel? The smell of fresh leather reminded her of home. Her father had owned a set of brown leather gloves that had offered the same wonderful aroma. It brought back memories, both good and bad, of her time with her parents. Worried that her papa might ask what troubled her, Giana pushed the more recent, sad memories aside.
The door creaked as it opened and in walked a plump, crooked-nosed, gray-haired gentleman with whom Gia was unfamiliar. He must have been the doctor the littles were all sent to visit. He wore a stethoscope around his neck, an instrument she had become familiar with growing up. Giana had visited the doctor as a child because of an infection in her lungs. Eventually the illness had passed and left her with no side effects, but it had been an unpleasant experience all round. This man did not seem interested in procuring leeches, at least she had not seen any from the quick glimpse in his leather bag.
"Hello, little Gia. I am Doctor Colt, the physician for Ashby. I hear you were a nanny for one of the girls before becoming a little yourself?"
Gia merely nodded, words failing her, surprised that he had known who she was. He carried a file with him, and she suspected it was solely about her. Did it include how Mr. Hartley had found Giana? She did not wish for her papa to discover that she had been a street urchin. She worried that he might look upon her with disgust, though it would be better to be hurt now, rather than later when she had fallen for him.
"I think she is perhaps a little nervous," her papa said, defending her. He glanced at her curiously. What was he thinking?
"There is nothing to be shy or anxious about, child. The exam will be over quickly. We just want to make sure that you are in proper health since you are around other young ladies, and that your virginity is still intact."
"Yes, sir." He had not explained the specifics of the examination, but she suspected there would be some moments of embarrassment and discomfort.
"Good." Doctor Colt smiled, seeming pleased with her behavior. "I am going to give you this gown to put on. Leave it open in the back. We will begin as soon as you are dressed. I shall wait outside."
Doctor Colt left the gray gown of wool on the table beside Gia before stepping out and shutting the door.
Gia exhaled a soft breath. How bad could it be? She felt her papa's eyes on her. "Would you please turn around?" she asked, wanting her privacy.
"No," Papa said. "You are my little one, and you do not need privacy. Just as children are to be taken care of, I shall look after and care for you, little Gia. Now just relax, and I will take off your pretty colorful dress and get you into that itchy old thing for the doctor."
His words brought a smile to her face. The gown did look rather dreadful. Did all the girls have to wear it? Surely they could have come up with another materia
l that did not feel so scratchy. Her fingers ran over the stiff gray wool, and she crinkled her nose with disgust.
Theo took a seat on the stool and reached for her shoes, working the shiny black soles off first.
She watched him pay her special attention. No one had ever helped her dress, except for just a few minutes prior when Nanny Vivian had put her into a gown, but that had been different. It had felt methodical, as though it were a chore. With her papa, the way he was watching her, Gia felt her heart thump loudly in her chest.
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 p
lug. 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 leather 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.