by Maggie Ryan
“Yes, Nanny, I’m sorry I misbehaved downstairs,” Lucy said, softly. Though Lucy had apologized to everyone downstairs, it was understood that her nanny had the authority to add her own opinion about her young charge’s behavior.
Lord Huntington and Molly had continued to speak in private about ways in which Molly could enhance her authority in her new role as Lucy’s nanny. It was becoming clear that, over time, Lucy would forget that Molly had once been her lady’s maid. Having Molly speak of her displeasure at Lucy’s behavior was helping to define her nanny’s role.
Lucy remained quiet as Molly stepped forward and swiftly undressed her. Though Molly said nothing about the condition of Lucy’s little bottom, she did run her hand across the heated surface, making a tsking sound in her throat, causing Lucy’s face to redden. Once she was nude, Lucas picked his little one up and carried her to the table, setting her down in its center, not concerned at the hiss she uttered as her bottom made contact. Molly followed and took her place at the end of the table. Lucy didn’t see the box Lucas had placed on the table until he reached for it. Once he opened the box, her look showed her puzzlement.
“What …what are those?” she asked, never having seen anything like the six objects nestled in a row in the box. Lucas ran his finger across the row before removing the first object.
“These are plugs for your bottom-flower, Lucille,” he said, and her eyes flew to his before going to Molly to see if her nanny had heard his words. Molly remained stoic, her eyes lifting from the box to meet Lucy’s, watching the girl’s face turn scarlet. Lucas ignored Lucy’s small moan and continued. “Remember when I told you that you will make your penance with your bottom if I’ve found need to take a strap, switch, birch or cane to you?”
She saw that he was waiting for an answer. “Ye … yes, Papa, I … I remember … but … you didn’t … you only paddled me.”
“Yes, but I also told you that you’d pay for your decision to interrupt me—not once, but several times,” he reminded her. Her moan was louder, seeing his intention clear and unwavering in his eyes. “I told you on the train after your last strapping and switching that I’d need to begin training your bottom before you would be able to make that required penance. I’ve allowed you to make your penance using your mouth on at least three occasions when it should have been your bottom flower making your apology. Leniency is no longer acceptable, as I realize it has done nothing but allow you to ignore your lessons, as well as my promise. These plugs will help your flower learn to open before you offer me your bottom this evening for the proper, required penance for continued disobedience.”
He paused as he saw her eyes return to the box, her hands twisting together on her lap. What he was saying was nothing new; they had discussed his plans before. However, actually seeing the plugs and having her nanny listening to his words made the reality finally take root. What must her nanny think, listening to such an intimate, embarrassing proclamation from her employer?
Lucas was obviously unconcerned with what anyone else thought. He had made his rules, and though he had extended his bride every opportunity to curtail her habit of interrupting him or throwing childish tantrums, all rules would now be followed – period. If she continued to test his resolve, she would pay the consequences for her actions as well as perform the proper penances. “Remember I told you that bottom binkies are different from the dummy you thought you saw in Emmie’s bottom?” She managed to give a small nod, and Lucas didn’t force her to verbally answer. He was well aware that the shock of both hearing him speak so openly about something so intimate, as well as actually seeing physical evidence of what he was describing, was rendering his little one quite speechless. He reached into the box, lifting the first of the items from its slot.
“The concept is the same, but these are not as soft and pliable as the dummy you suckle with your mouth,” Lucas said, and before she could react, he had used his free hand to open her own and had placed the object in her palm. She wanted to drop it, but he gave her a stern look. “Touch it, Lucille; run your fingers over it. I want you to understand that while your plug will not be comfortable, it will not harm you.” She obeyed and ran her fingers over the plug to find it very hard and rigid. It had a rounded tip that gradually widened until it ended with a large flange, a hole indicating where something could be threaded through for a reason she couldn’t imagine. She looked down at the box and realized that, though she thought the one in her hand was huge, the sizes were graduated; the final one was easily six times larger than the one she was holding. Her eyes lifted to his in disbelief.
“They … they are … are too … too big, Pa … Papa,” she stammered, her bottom clenching as it remembered the sensation of his finger. “They … they won’t fi … fit.”
“I assure you they shall,” Lucas said as he took the plug from her. “Lie down on your tummy.”
Lucy seemed frozen but at another look, she obeyed almost grateful to get her weight off her bottom. When she was instructed to open her bottom, she again obeyed, closing her eyes as the slick thermometer was slid deeply into her. She didn’t even realize that she made none of her usual whimpers or moans in objection to having the cold glass placed into her bottom-hole. The tube she had always considered monstrous in size was far, far smaller than the plug her husband had placed in her hand. She lay still as she waited for the thermometer to be removed, both her Papa and her nanny noticing her perfect behavior while her temperature was taken. The room was silent as the minutes passed. Molly removed the thermometer, cleaning it efficiently.
“She has no fever, Sir,” Molly reported, and at Lucas’ nod, stepped out of the way. She remained close to the table, knowing she was to watch what would become one of her duties in caring for Lucas’ child-bride.
Lucas applied a small amount of lubricant to the small plug before reaching down to pat Lucy’s clenched bottom. “Spread your cheeks for me,” he said. Lucy moaned but obeyed, her small hands spreading her cheeks apart for the second time.
“That’s my good girl,” Lucas said as he brought a goodly-sized dollop of the lubricant to her opening. “Molly, make sure you lubricate both the plug and Lucy’s bottom-hole before attempting to insert it. Her bottom is tight, even though she is becoming used to her thermometer. Until she learns to accept her plugs, there needs to be a light coating along the entire length of the plug instead of just the tip. There is no reason to cause her undue discomfort or hurt her physically; the plugs are to teach her flower to stretch. They most certainly can be used as punishment, especially the larger ones, but for now they are simply the instruments required to begin her training.” Molly nodded and watched as he demonstrated. They saw Lucy shudder at the sensation of the cold gel as he spread it across her flower before using the tip of his finger to push a small amount up inside her. He heard Lucy moan and felt her give a slight jerk at the sensation. “Settle,” Lucas said, removing his finger only to gather another dollop of the lubricant. Though her eyes were clenched shut as his finger slowly invaded her once more, he knew that, despite her humiliation over what was happening, her quim was growing moist. “Push a small amount as deeply up inside her as you are able and make sure her entrance is well coated. It will make the insertion easier, especially the widest part.”
“Yes, Sir,” Molly said softly, her own face flushed, but knowing she would do as instructed. She remembered the discussions she'd had with Lord Huntington about the more intimate aspects of dealing with Lucy.
***
The moment he had approached her and expressed his concerns about her innocence in the more intimate details between a man and a woman, especially things that would occur between him and his little-one, Molly had blushed, but stopped him.
“Sir, I am aware of some of the requirements that I admit I had never considered before I began assisting Mrs. Bremmer with Louisa. She began instructing me in the more sensitive aspects of being a nanny to these special women. She taught me how to give a proper enema, both thos
e required to punish a naughty little one or simply to cleanse her well before she comes to your bed. On the train, I had the opportunity to learn even more. Bertha has been a nanny for years now and she informed me of what I might expect. She trained under Miss Summers, did you know that?” When he shook his head, indicating he hadn’t known, Molly smiled and continued. “Bertha explained … um, bottom-plugs and why they were needed. I realize the needs of a husband, Sir. I have four older brothers, and I also grew up in a very small house where there was very little privacy for intimacy when they wed and their brides joined our household. I know that training her little bottom-hole to stretch is a step to prepare her for you to … take her.” Molly shook her head and forced herself to speak frankly, to ensure he had no question of her ability.
“Just as she makes a penance using her mouth, Sir, I understand she is expected to open her bottom and make her penance with her small bottom-hole when she has been especially naughty. It is her duty to submit to all you require, Sir, and my duty to make sure she is properly cleansed and prepared. Please, don’t concern yourself with my innocence. I love my position and do not want you to be concerned, nor do I wish to force our Lucy to accept a new nanny, one who might not care for her as I do. I love her, and Sir, I know you to be a good man. I trust you will never harm our little one.”
She paused and then straightened her back, looked him in the eye and continued. “Unless you are disappointed in my performance, Lord Huntington, I respectfully ask that you simply teach me all that you might require. If and when I should have a man court me, if my beau finds my knowledge to be something he can’t abide, well, Sir, he would not be the man that God meant for me. For now, my job is to be the best nanny I can be. I will worry about being the best wife I can be at some future point.”
Lucas was very impressed and nodded. “Thank you, Molly. I think you are doing a fabulous job for our Lucy and will make some man a wonderful wife,” Lucas assured her. “I just hope that when you do fall in love, he will allow you to continue with our girl. It is clear that you love her and she you.” He watched as Molly smiled and relaxed. Her words had reassured him of her sincere desire to serve both him and his little one.
***
While Lucy stood in her corner, Lucas had gone to Molly to give her a quick explanation of what he was planning. When Molly joined him in the nursery, it was obvious she was quite prepared to learn.
Lucy’s entire world was focused on what was happening at her bottom’s entrance. She gave a soft moan when Lucas popped his finger from her and gave her bottom a pat. Though she had felt his finger inside her bottom before and had shamefully admitted that the sensation had been pleasurable, she understood that what was about to be placed in her bottom was not intended to bring her pleasure, it was a tool to teach her yet another lesson in obedience. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt the tip of the plug being introduced at her opening.
“Relax your bottom, Kitten,” Lucas instructed as he watched her buttocks clench tightly. “You need to bear down. It will help open your flower for me. It will help make the insertion of your bottom binkie easier for you.” He watched her face flush scarlet at the words he was using, knowing they made her feel very small and very vulnerable. Though he believed she was attempting to obey, the moment he pushed the tip of the plug into her, she tightened and squealed, her hands flying from her bottom to flutter above her.
“Nooo … Papa, please … it … it hurts,” she cried.
Lucas knew the first plug was no larger than the finger he had just penetrated her with. He also knew the cold hard rubber was what was making his little one panic. “Shhh, spread your cheeks and open your bottom, Kitten,” he ordered calmly. When she didn’t immediately obey, he used his free hand to reach up and rub her bottom. “You can do this, Kitten. Come now, be a good girl for your Papa.” She gave a soft cry but her hands moved to spread her cheeks again. “That’s my good girl. Keep yourself open,” Lucas said as he began to seat the plug into her. He watched as her flower fought the invasion, reminding her again to push against the plug, to open herself and submit to what he required and what she needed to properly prepare herself. Lucy gave a sob, but with a firm push, her tight opening relaxed just enough to surrender to the plug. Lucy groaned loudly when the plug reached the slight flare, causing her virgin flower to stretch to a wider point. Lucas held the plug steady, wanting her to understand that the plug was not truly hurting her, though he knew it was causing her discomfort. He felt her gradually relax a bit and saw some additional cream begin to gather between the lips of her sex. “You are doing well,” he praised as he pulled the plug back a bit and then began to rock it in and out of her until she was moaning for a different reason.
Lucy didn’t know what to think but knew her body was betraying her as she felt moisture flow from her sex. Lucas allowed her to relax another moment but then pushed firmly forward to seat the plug fully. Lucy squealed loudly as her bottom accepted the plug and her flower closed tightly against the flange.
“What a good girl. All done,” he said, and then helped her to turn over onto her back. Her face was precious, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her cheeks red with her arousal and embarrassment. He also noticed that her small nipples were puckered and tight, his fingers moving to give one a soft caress, watching as her eyes fluttered closed, the sound of her soft delicious moan filling the room. Despite her protests, Lucas knew his Kitten was very aroused. Though it pleased him to know that his little one was reaffirming his belief that she was indeed anal erotic, he knew he could not allow her pleasure during this lesson and removed his hand from her breast.
Feeling her legs being gently opened, Lucy’s eyes flew open to see Molly at the end of the table. She had forgotten her nanny’s presence and realized she had obviously witnessed the entire procedure, including the fact that her husband had caressed her nipples and her sex was sopping wet, the plug visible between her cheeks. Lucy couldn’t bear to see her nanny’s reaction and again clenched her eyes shut.
Molly didn’t tease her as she stepped forward and using a cloth, washed her sex gently before using one hand to clasp Lucy’s ankles and lift them enough so that she could slide the cloth of her nappy beneath her buttocks. Lucy jerked and moaned as the cloth ran across the flange of the plug when Molly wiped the excess lubricant from between her buttocks. When she was sure the small woman was clean, Molly quickly and efficiently diapered her and pulled her gown over her nakedness.
Lucas lifted her and placed her in the crib. Lucy couldn’t suppress a moan as her weight caused the plug to make its presence known. She rolled off her back and onto her stomach. Lucas chuckled and placed the dummy into her mouth before bending to kiss her cheek. “Sleep well,” he said, and tucked her stuffed kitten into her arms. He knew it would be somewhat difficult for her to sleep but also knew that, though she might hate the plug in her small flower, she would appreciate its use when she was bent across her punishment pillow and made to open her cheeks to offer her virgin bottom for her Papa as penance.
Chapter 14
Lucy was blushing as she was helped onto her changing table after her nap and felt Molly unpinning her nappy. Before Molly even had a chance to lift Lucy’s legs to prepare to remove the plug, Lucy burst into tears. Shaking her head but remaining silent, Molly gently worked the plug from Lucy’s bottom, setting it onto the table to be cleaned later. As Lucy continued to cry, Molly calmly continued her duties, using a cloth to wash her before turning the small woman onto her tummy and sliding a thermometer into her bottom. It probably wasn’t necessary but Molly decided to take advantage of the opportunity to remind her young charge that she wasn’t the one to decide what her bottom flower needed, especially in lessons in obedience. Lucy’s cries had quieted into sniffling, but she kept her bottom cheeks properly spread for her nanny.
“Hush now, Lucy,” Molly said. “You aren’t hurt, little one; you are simply embarrassed. I would think you’d be grateful that your Papa loves you e
nough to take the time to prepare you. I suggest you spend some time really thinking about your vows and their meaning. I believe you’ll come to find that they will help you to accept the lesson.”
Lucy had just settled down when the door opened and Lucas entered. She saw him carrying something and moaned. Her Papa had introduced several items lately that caused her embarrassment.
“Did you sleep well, Kitten?” he asked, as he approached the changing table, bending to give his wife a quick kiss. Though her eyes never left the contraption he was holding, unable to discern its purpose, she managed to give him a nod. Lucas turned his glance to Molly. “Since Lucy will be making her penance this evening, it is necessary to continue her training.”
He lifted her off the table and set her onto her feet. Lucy flushed but didn’t fidget as he held out the contraption. “This is your harness,” Lucas explained, bending to guide one of Lucy’s feet through an opening and then the other. He pulled it up and then adjusted the belts snugly around her upper thighs as well as the one around her waist.
Lucy looked quizzically at the strips of leather hanging from the belt, not understanding their use, but didn’t have the courage to ask. She gave a startled squeal when her husband picked her up and laid her down on the changing table, guiding her onto her stomach.
“Open yourself, Lucy,” Lucas said as he opened the box of plugs that had remained on the table. Lucy obeyed and kept her eyes clenched as he once more attended to her bottom-hole, his fingers pushing inside to coat her channel with lubricant. “I’m proud of you, Kitten,” he said as he removed his fingers and took the second plug from its place in the box. “I’m going to insert the next size dilator into your flower. It will feel a bit more uncomfortable, but I promise that if you relax and submit to the lesson, it will not hurt after the initial insertion. Are you ready?”