By Karole

It’s maintenance day. A few nervous butterflies dance in my tummy as I enter the front door. I come home expecting my Daddy to be waiting for me, but instead, I’m greeted warmly by a tall matronly woman. A bit caught off guard, I’m rude when I ask her what she’s doing in my house. She scolds me, telling me she doesn’t appreciate my tone. Apparently, Daddy is out and she is there to prepare me for his return. When I try to get more details she tells me that was for the adults to know, and that I only needed to focus on being an obedient little girl. 

She takes my coat and makes me sit on the stairs before taking off my shoes. I try to help but she smacks my hands away telling me it’s Nanny’s job to do these things. 

Once my shoes and coat are put away she takes me by the hand and guides me to the bathroom. She starts to prepare a bath. I tell her I don’t need one, but she is insistent. She goes to unbutton my jeans but I try to pull away. With a disapproving look, she takes me by the arm and lands a sharp swat on my bottom. 

“Be still.” 

Embarrassed, I let her unbutton and unzip my jeans. She pulls them down along with my panties. I try to cover myself, but she smacks my hands away saying there’s nothing there she hasn’t seen before. Little girls do not need to be embarrassed over such things. 

She takes off my shirt and bra mumbling under her breath about how inappropriate and grown up my underwear is. 

She guides me into the tub and grabs a cloth. I tell her I can do it myself and she tells me to hush and let Nanny bathe me. 

I resist and try to pull away, but she isn’t having it. She lifts me up and smacks my wet bottom until I promise to be a good girl and cooperate. 

Once my bottom is red and stinging, and I’m contrite, she thoroughly scrubs every inch of my body including the intimate places I tried to hide. 

Once I’m all clean, she dries me off and wraps me in a fluffy towel. She takes me to my and Daddy’s bedroom and gets me all dressed up in white panties, frilly white socks, and a white nightgown. 

Once I’m all dressed she makes me lay on the bed on my tummy. She pulls my panties down to my knees and spreads my bottom cheeks apart. 

My hands fly back to protect myself and I demand to know what she’s doing. She takes both of my wrists in her grip and pins them to the small of my back. Without a word, she starts spanking me mercilessly. I beg her to stop, but she doesn’t until I’m a teary mess.

“What did Nanny say little girls were to do?” 

“Be obedient.” I whimper. 

“And what happens when little girls aren’t obedient?” 

“They get spanked,” I say. 

“Exactly.” 

She finishes up with a few more swats to drive home the lesson. Then she releases my wrists and tells me to be a good girl and hold my cheeks apart for her. 

I reluctantly comply, and I feel her place something cool on my bottom hole. I squirm at the sensation and she shushes me. Much to my dismay I feel her finger press deeply inside. I whimper at the invasion and wish I could disappear into the mattress and hide from the humiliation. 

She pumps her finger in and out and I bite my lip wondering when the embarrassing sensation will end. After what feels like forever she removes her finger. 

“Good girl. You’re nice and ready now.” 

Suddenly I feel the tip of something much larger than her finger. It’s solid, cold, and unforgiving. I feel her press it into me, and the coolness fights against the burn of me stretching to accommodate the evil device. I plead for her to stop, but she holds me down until my bottom fully receives what she is giving it. 

“There you go, sweet girl. All done. You have such a pretty jewel in your bottom for when your Daddy arrives.” 

I hide my face into the comforter and pray this is the end of the embarrassing ordeal. I feel her stroke the back of my head to offer me some comfort. 

“Last bit little one, and then all you need to do is wait obediently for Daddy. Ok?” I can only nod. 

“Use your words, little one.” 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good girl. Lift your head. I have something for you, baby girl.” 

I look up at her, and in her hand is a white pacifier. 

“Open up little girl.” 

I shake my head and bury it back into the bed. 

“Do I need to spank your bottom again?” 

I whine. “No, Ma’am.” 

“Then lift your head and take your binky like a good girl.” 

At this point, all of my dignity and fight are gone. I slowly lift my head. 

“Open.” 

I open my mouth and she pushes the pacifier past my lips but holds on to the ring on the end. 

“Good girl. Now you’ll suck it like this,” she pumps the pacifier in and out of my mouth to demonstrate, “just like a baby.” 

She lets go of it and grabs my face. “Show Nanny you can use the binky like a good girl.” 

I close my eyes and reluctantly suck on it. She praises me and releases her hold of me. She gently pulls up my panties and gives my bottom a pat. 

“Now you will stay just like this until Daddy comes home. I’ll be letting him know exactly how you behaved for Nanny. Hopefully, the next time I come to prepare you, you’ll remember to do as you’re told.” 

She opens the drawer of the bedside table and pulls out something I didn’t know was there. A baby monitor. 

“Now, be a good girl and take a nap while you wait. Daddy will be home before you know it, and he will wake you up for maintenance. But until then you are to stay here and be on your best behavior. Nanny is watching so it won’t end well if you choose to be naughty. Do you understand?” 

I nod, blushing under her stern gaze. 

“Good girl.”

She walks out of the room leaving the door wide open. I close my eyes and try to clear my head of all the unexpected events of the day. I didn’t need a Nanny. And when Daddy got home I’d be sure to give him a piece of my mind. While I plot on the perfect way to tell him, I drift off to sleep.