Mrs. Paezel made small talk with the woman holding her leash and asked her to help with me. She introduced her as Nanny Susan but when she dragged me to the family room and told me to strip, she said it was “ma’am” or “mistress.” She shoved replaced my buttplug with one that had a curly, pink pig tail jutting out of it.
She led me on my leash, crawling naked the same way the other girl had been, clamped bells on my nipples, and paraded me through the store to gather as much attention and interest as possible.
She promised them a show and when I saw the stocks, my stomach turned.
My head and wrists were closed in the pillory and announced that I would be given an enema that I had to hold for ten minutes while being spanked and teased with a vibrator.
Why? Because my nanny had tried everything she could think of and I was still disobedient. This was a proactive effort to teach me to instantly obey.
So here we were.
Being spanked with a hairbrush and teased with a vibrator, restrained and facing a crowd of strangers while trying to retain an enema proved too much for me to handle. I released the enema right as the hairbrush made contact with my ass and the gasps nearly drowned out the sound of it splattering on the floor.
When all was said and done, the only sound that followed my blundered public humiliation - my accident was the bells clamped to my nipples jingling noisily.
I couldn’t see Nanny Susan but the expressions of the other girls and their nannies, even Nanny Paezel, told me I wouldn’t have wanted to. Nanny Susan didn’t strike me as someone who didn’t follow through.
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T he sound of heels on the supermarket linoleum snapped me out of my daze and back into reality.
At least, a version of reality.
The feeling of being so on display and being unable to look away as an audience looked on, their emotions readily apparent on their face as if I were on stage and unaffected by them.
It wasn’t long before the initial shock faded. The nannies features melted into different combinations of stern and smug while their wards looked keen, apprehensive or nervous.
“What a dirty little girl,” one of the nannies scolded loudly. My face flushed with shame as milk dripped down my leg. Had it not been for Mrs. Paezel’s coffee enema, the milk may not have been so pure white. “She seems like a lost cause, Hennie. Though, if there’s anyone who can break an unruly and petulant child, it’s Susan.”
Nanny Susan was eerily silent as titters amongst the other nannies grew louder.
When she finally spoke, her tone was surprisingly pleasant. More than pleasant - almost mischievous.
“Hennie, I think you and I need to speak in private,” she said. Before Mrs. Paezel could respond, Nanny Susan barked an order into the crowd of nannies. “Angelina! Watch Hennie’s little piglet while we’re gone.”
I couldn’t see Nanny Susan but I did not have to guess who she was speaking to - she jumped at the sound of her name and, for what felt like the first time in hours, everyone turned to look at her.
How did they all know each other? Was there some kind of organization for adult babysitters? Was Nanny Susan everyone’s nanny?
Even trying to distract myself from whatever creative punishment awaited me was useless. I watched as the woman Nanny Susan called for walked up, passing me to join Nanny Susan and Mrs. Paezel.
“I don’t want one word out of her and if she moves a muscle, spank her,” Nanny Susan said, her voice nearly drowned out by the full conversations that had begun. “I need to speak with Mrs. Paezel. It shouldn’t be long - have your little girl clean up this mess but leave the little piggy covered in her own filth.”
“How could I not?” she scoffed, no doubt entertained by my public humiliation. “Where’s her tail? Don’t want to risk another accident, all things considered.”
“Good thinking, Angelina,” Nanny Susan said smugly. She snapped something open and closed it. “Here you go.”
I felt the cold, slippery plug in my crack, searching for the pucker of my anus. I clenched against the intrusion, making its entrance even more uncomfortable. Not that having a pig tail shoved into your ass could be comfortable.
“Everyone,” Nanny Susan said loudly to the rest of the group. “I have decided to handle this a little differently so the show is over for now. But if any of the girls think this means their actions have no consequences, send them directly to me. If anyone would like to give their girls a closer look, feel free to do so - I’ve found a little public shaming can do a disobedient child a world of good.”
There was a chorus of yeses and nods as the crowd dispersed and everyone went their separate ways. Some of the nannies brought their charges over to me. They stood them in front of me, holding their shoulders and pointing, as they whispered to them. I could only imagine just seeing me was warning enough for them.
Angelina reappeared in front of me. “Hello, little piggy,” she said condescendingly. “My name is Miss Angie. You’ve been a very bad girl already so if you misbehave, I’ll have to tell Nanny Susan and I can promise you whatever she has in mind for you will be unpleasant enough as it is.”
Instinctively, I rolled my eyes.
Miss Angie’s smile fell immediately. She disappeared behind me and smacked me with, what I could only assume was her shoe.
“You will not ,” - SMACK - “roll” - SMACK - “your eyes” - SMACK - “at me,” she scolded before spanking me a couple more times for good measure.
“Do you see what happens to girls who misbehave?” one of the older nannies said to a woman dressed as a toddler. The nanny looked like Mrs. Doubtfire while the girl was dressed in a onesie and was sucking her thumb. Mrs. Doubtfire tugged one of the girls braids. “Are you listening, Nicole? I asked you a question.”
“Yes, Nanny Mildred,” she said quickly. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”
Nanny Mildred dragged the child behind me. “Look at her - do you want that kind of pig tail?”
She flicked the tail, making it dance around so that it moved erratically in my poor asshole. I tried not to move as she pulled it an inch or so out of my ass before releasing it and letting my sphincter suck it back into place. I closed my eyes and before I opened them again, I heard the telltale sound of a bare bottom spanking at the other end of the store.
It wasn’t long before the appeal of my shame wore off and everyone went back to shopping, chatting and watching someone else’s punishment.
By the time Nanny Susan and Mrs. Paezel returned, the milk on my legs had dried and goosebumps covered my skin. There were few things this supermarket had in common with others but the temperature was one of them. It was about ten degrees to cold and I hadn’t realized until the embarrassment and shock had faded.
“Alright, Polly,” Nanny Susan said playfully. “You’re going to a party!”
“Now that I’m thinking about it, Sue...” Hennie began hesitantly. “We have enough to get us through till tomorrow, especially considering the supplies they’ll have - don’t worry about it. If we need anything, I’ll call Dianne.”
“It’s up to you,” she said, shrugging. “Just make sure she knows the rules - I don’t want any outburst when we get there. If it weren’t my turn, I’d be fine letting her loose, but I’m not going to be responsible for ruining the night.”
Mrs. Paezel looked at me as if she were reconsidering whatever it was that she had agreed to before making her final decision. “I think it will be beneficial for all parties. If not, I’ll take responsibility. But try to put that out of your mind - it will go well whether she wants it to or not.”
This couldn’t be good...
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M rs. Paezel watched as Nanny Susan released me from the stocks, chatting with her as she barked at me to get on the floor. She regaled her with the humiliating events of the day as if I weren’t even there. Though, I’m sure it was distressingly easy to ignore me as I was led, naked on a leash back to the family room.
N
anny Susan diapered me, removing the tail plug in my ass none to gently, and dressed me in the pink frilly dress I had arrived in. I had been naked for so long that I was consciously aware of the plastic crinkling of the diaper with each movement and the feeling of the too-small dress restricting the rest of my mobility.
Mrs. Paezel led me out of the supermarket, agreeing that we would meet Nanny Susan at the mysterious cocktail party in an hour.
I spent the car ride in mittens with a pacifier in my mouth, while Mrs. Paezel listened to the radio, humming to herself whenever she recognized a song.
While I couldn’t be sure, it felt like she was purposefully withholding information about the party so that the suspense and my anticipation would spiral into a punishment of my own creation…
I wish I could say she was unsuccessful.
What kind of party was I going to be the “entertainment” for? How could that be a punishment? And a punishment worse than a public enema and spanking? What could possibly be worse full stop?
As we pulled into the driveway, I was bursting with unbridled curiosity and apprehension.
Even still, I couldn’t help but think about the feeling of the vibrator pressing against my sensitive bundle of nerves as Nanny Susan brought the wooden hairbrush down on my butt. The pain, humiliation, and pleasure all seemed to mingle and enhance the intensity of each sensation.
As nervous and in-the-dark as I was, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit excited at the prospect of whatever awaited me. And the shame of wanting to be punished only increased the excitement in a vicious cycle that I was helpless to break.
There was something about being at the mercy of an older woman that felt both safe and frustratingly satisfying. When I thought back, I realized that a lot of my petulance was because I wanted to set her off.
There was power in being submissive and even more so when I flirted with disobedience.
By the time Mrs. Paezel had given me a bath - careful to keep my hair dry so she could curl my pigtails after I was dressed (the first words she had spoken to me since the supermarket) - I was soaked… and it wasn’t bath water.
She dried me off with a fluffy towel and led me back to the changing table. I sucked on the pacifier she had left in my mouth, staring up at the ceiling as she lifted my ankled, bending my legs back so that she could rub baby powder and diaper cream on the delicate and incriminatingly wet skin between my thighs.
The plastic crackle of the diaper had almost become reassuring and, after she taped it tightly around my waist, she sat me up. I could feel the faded soreness of my spankings as I sat on the thin foam that cushioned the changing table.
The dress she chose for me for the cocktail party was ruffled and white with a pink bow that tied in the back. It was a little longer than a shirt and the poofy ruffles flared out over my diaper. She led me by the hand back to the bathroom, stopping me in front of the mirror so she could do my hair.
I looked at myself in the mirror. If I squinted, I could have actually mistaken myself for a toddler - a tall toddler but a toddler nonetheless. I had seen girls on “Toddlers and Tiaras” that looked older than me. The bow on the dress flattered my waist and the diaper peeking out from under the little dress was a reminder of my place.
Mrs. Paezel tied pink bows that matched the one around my waist in my hair and smiled.
For a second, in my peripheral vision, I almost thought she looked proud but when I looked more closely, she looked pleased with herself.
“Come on, Polly,” she said jovially, patting me on the diaper to usher me out of the bathroom. “Time for the party.”
I was back in my car seat before she decided me to tell me anything.
“This is a big night for you, little miss,” she said with a subtle obstinance that worried me. “You are to be on your best behavior. You will do everything you’re asked or told to do without question or complaint - no matter what. These are very important people - our investors - and they need to know their money is being put to good use. If you do choose to act out, well, whether or not you choose to act out, you’re going to be taught a lesson tonight. Naughty girls get punished.”
I sucked so emphatically on the pacifier that it made a wet sucking sound.
We pulled up to wrought iron gates in front of the biggest house I had ever seen.
“Remember, Polly,” she said. “You’re going to be amenable and obedient or else I’ll let Nanny Susan keep you all day tomorrow. Can you do that?”
I nodded, briefly stopping my assault on the pacifier.
“Good,” she said, pleased. “I hope for your sake you mean it. Just remember, whatever you do or don’t do to act out will add to whatever punishment Nanny Susan has in mind for you.”
I grimaced, resuming my infantile sucking.
The gates opened before Mrs. Paezel finished her warning - her threat. And we pulled into the driveway, stopping in front of the house where a man took Mrs. Paezel’s keys and drove the car behind the house.
She grabbed my hand, brushing my dress off vigorously with the other before brushing some invisible dust off her own clothes, and knocked on one of the large wooden doors.
We waited three uncomfortably long seconds before hearing footsteps approaching.
A man dressed in a waiters’ uniform opened the door, extending an arm into the house as if to invite us in. Mrs. Paezel ushered me in as I lowered my gaze to the elaborate marble floor. My face went hot with shame. Until that moment, I had not realized how disquieting the male gaze was - nor how much the past day had liberated me from the self-consciousness that washed back over me like a tsunami as I became all-too aware of my appearance.
The diaper crackled incriminatingly as we pressed past him, the heels of my mary janes clicking on the floor, calling attention to the frilly lace socks underneath them.
I was already starting to understand how this might be less pleasant than I anticipated.
Mrs. Paezel led me through the house so deftly, I suspected this was not her first visit. The distant sound of people talking and laughing made my heart pound against my ribcage. How many people were going to see me like this? An eighteen year-old girl dressed like a baby? Was that what Nanny Susan meant when she had called me the ‘entertainment’?
“There you are,” Nanny Susan said, audibly please. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor made me look up. I was surprised to see that she was in an evening dress. “My, Polly. You are such a pretty little girl. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were learning some obedience!”
“She’s going to be on her best behavior,” Mrs. Paezel said. She turned to me and raised her voice slightly so I understood who she was truly talking to. “She understands that she is to do anything that is asked or told to do or she’ll be spending the whole day with you tomorrow.”
“Sounds like there’s no way tonight can go wrong for me,” she scoffed. I lowered my gaze, shuffling my feet. Nanny Susan leaned toward me, grabbing my chin between her freshly manicured fingers so I was forced to make eye contact with her. Her voice lowered to an ominous and threatening whisper. “Polly, if you even think about misbehaving, I’ll make you wish for a day like today. I’ll make today seem like a trip to Disneyland compared to tomorrow. Is that clear, naughty girl?”
“Yes, Nanny Susan,” I stammered.
“Don’t mumble, Polly,” Mrs. Paezel admonished. “Speak clearly and, when we go inside, you will address everyone you respond to as ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am,’ which should be easy enough to remember because you will not speak unless you are spoken to.”
I could feel the apprehension building in the pit of my stomach and the sound of my heart racing in my ears made it difficult to pay attention to all of the last minute commands. I felt a shiver run down my spine as the dreadful, tantalizing adrenaline and reluctant thrill of public humiliation loomed over me.
The mystery of what I was walking into only added to the confusion. While I would have expected my mind to be racing
as Mrs. Paezel led me by the hand to the closed doors leading to the party, I could hardly think straight as someone inside clinked their glass, slowly silencing the room.
I listened intently, trying to hear the muffled introduction, as Nanny Susan hurried off. She was clearly just as keen to hear what was being said.
“Welcome, ladies, gentlemen,” a deep, smoky and unmistakably sexy and distinctly female voice began. “Thank you for coming out to celebrate the beginning of the season in a way that has become a tradition equally deserving of celebration.”
The low hum of intermittent laughter and clapping forced her to pause.
“Today, we will be joined by one of Mrs. Henrietta Paezel of Nanny Susan Schoell’s Naughty Girl Nannies and her newest charge, little Polly, who exemplifies the type of disobedience and misbehavior that Nanny Schoell’s set out to remedy. I have recently been told that Polly has been particularly difficult today and has been punished accordingly. She will learn, as we all know, actions have consequences.”
Another round of laughter.
“She has been made aware that she must prove her obedience - prove to all of us that she can be a good girl,” she said. “So it is our job to confirm that she is not simply humoring us, we must test the boundaries of her obedience.”
A round of clapping.
“That being said. This girl is a virgin and she must remain a virgin unless she says otherwise,” the sultry voice cautioned before adopting a lighter tone. “Polly is not here for your pleasure but rather your entertainment. So tease, tickle, infantilize, reprimand, and humiliate to your heart’s content. We are a charitable group, after all.”
This time the laughter was louder.
She spoke over the laughter and I missed most of what she said with the concerning exception of “toys” and “humiliation.”
“Now, please join me in welcoming Mrs. Paezel and little Polly,” she said.
Without warning, the doors opened and every head in the room turned to face us.
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