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bottom, her heart hammering as understanding dawned. Molly’s smile disappeared as she looked at her charge. “Lucille, don’t think I didn’t hear you address me improperly,” Molly said firmly. “I’m willing to be a little lenient as this will be the first time you undergo your naptime regimen. However, if you do not place yourself over my knees this instant, I will not hesitate to take your hairbrush and blister your bottom before placing your thermometer into it. Now, no more dawdling, right over please.”
Lucy’s eyes slid from th e tube to her nanny’s face to see absolutely no flicker of uncertainty. “Lucille, I will not ask you again,” Molly warned. Lucy stumbled a bit but then climbed onto the bed and awkwardly bent over her new nanny’s knees. Molly was intensely pleased and quickly arranged the girl so that her bare bottom was exactly where she desired it to be. Lucy squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Perhaps if she didn’t see what was happening, it could all be just a horrid dream. Molly dipped the bulb of the glass tube into the small pot to lube it before returning the pot to the table. Lucy tried to be good, truly she did but as she felt Molly’s hand drop to her clenched bottom, her fingers reaching to pull a small cheek away from its twin to expose her bottom-hole, she began to squirm. Molly almost lost control as the small woman continued to wiggle about. A sharp cry sounded as Molly released Lucy’s cheek only to slap her hand down upon its surface.
“No!” Lucy cried out, her embarrassment at what was about to happen consuming her.
“You don’t tell me no, young lady,” Molly said applying another swat to Lucy’s bottom. “Your Papa wants your temperature taken and it shall be done as he requires. Now, do I need to blister your bottom, or are you going to be a good girl and stop squirming about like a little worm?”
Lucy didn’t want her temperature taken in this manner but also did not want her bottom blistered. It was as if she w ere stuck with impossible choices, choices that would cause her both embarrassment and pain. When she heard Molly sigh and felt her shift on the bed, Lucy gave her answer.
“No, please, Miss Molly, please don’t…don’t spank me,” Lucy begged, her bottom clenching tightly. “I’ll … I’ll be still.” Molly laid the brush back onto the bed next to Lucy’s face so that the girl would know it was readily available if needed. One hand holding the thermometer, Molly used her other hand to pull her young charge more firmly into her waist.
“ I don’t care if your Papa has already spanked you, Lucille. If you are naughty again, little one, I will be blistering your bottom.” Inspiration born out of necessity struck Molly. With both hands occupied, she thought of a way to not only make her job easier, it would also serve to remind her young charge to submit. “Lucy, reach back behind you and use your hands to pull your cheeks apart for me so that I might see to seat your thermometer into your bottom.” Molly’s words caused Lucy’s face to flame but she found herself obeying, her hands moving behind her to take a cheek into each one. She gave a soft moan as she drew them apart. Molly shook her head though she knew the young woman was attempting to obey.
“Wider, Luc ille,” she said quietly. “As far apart as you can, please. I need to be able to see what I am doing.” Lucy shuddered but pulled her cheeks apart until she had spread herself embarrassingly wide to expose her bottom flower to her nanny. “That’s my good girl,” Molly praised as she moved the thermometer into position. Once it was just barely touching the poor girl’s puckered opening, she gave her last order. “You must keep still, Lucy. I know this will feel a bit uncomfortable but you must not wiggle about. We don’t want to lose it do we? Do you understand me?” Lucy could
Lucy’s eyes slid from th e tube to her nanny’s face to see absolutely no flicker of uncertainty. “Lucille, I will not ask you again,” Molly warned. Lucy stumbled a bit but then climbed onto the bed and awkwardly bent over her new nanny’s knees. Molly was intensely pleased and quickly arranged the girl so that her bare bottom was exactly where she desired it to be. Lucy squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Perhaps if she didn’t see what was happening, it could all be just a horrid dream. Molly dipped the bulb of the glass tube into the small pot to lube it before returning the pot to the table. Lucy tried to be good, truly she did but as she felt Molly’s hand drop to her clenched bottom, her fingers reaching to pull a small cheek away from its twin to expose her bottom-hole, she began to squirm. Molly almost lost control as the small woman continued to wiggle about. A sharp cry sounded as Molly released Lucy’s cheek only to slap her hand down upon its surface.
“No!” Lucy cried out, her embarrassment at what was about to happen consuming her.
“You don’t tell me no, young lady,” Molly said applying another swat to Lucy’s bottom. “Your Papa wants your temperature taken and it shall be done as he requires. Now, do I need to blister your bottom, or are you going to be a good girl and stop squirming about like a little worm?”
Lucy didn’t want her temperature taken in this manner but also did not want her bottom blistered. It was as if she w ere stuck with impossible choices, choices that would cause her both embarrassment and pain. When she heard Molly sigh and felt her shift on the bed, Lucy gave her answer.
“No, please, Miss Molly, please don’t…don’t spank me,” Lucy begged, her bottom clenching tightly. “I’ll … I’ll be still.” Molly laid the brush back onto the bed next to Lucy’s face so that the girl would know it was readily available if needed. One hand holding the thermometer, Molly used her other hand to pull her young charge more firmly into her waist.
“ I don’t care if your Papa has already spanked you, Lucille. If you are naughty again, little one, I will be blistering your bottom.” Inspiration born out of necessity struck Molly. With both hands occupied, she thought of a way to not only make her job easier, it would also serve to remind her young charge to submit. “Lucy, reach back behind you and use your hands to pull your cheeks apart for me so that I might see to seat your thermometer into your bottom.” Molly’s words caused Lucy’s face to flame but she found herself obeying, her hands moving behind her to take a cheek into each one. She gave a soft moan as she drew them apart. Molly shook her head though she knew the young woman was attempting to obey.
“Wider, Luc ille,” she said quietly. “As far apart as you can, please. I need to be able to see what I am doing.” Lucy shuddered but pulled her cheeks apart until she had spread herself embarrassingly wide to expose her bottom flower to her nanny. “That’s my good girl,” Molly praised as she moved the thermometer into position. Once it was just barely touching the poor girl’s puckered opening, she gave her last order. “You must keep still, Lucy. I know this will feel a bit uncomfortable but you must not wiggle about. We don’t want to lose it do we? Do you understand me?” Lucy could
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