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barely think as she felt the slightly greasy tube press against her bottom-hole. Lose it! Sweet Lord, could that truly happen? When it didn’t move further, she understood Molly expected an answer.
“Ye…yes, Mi…Miss Molly,” Lucy managed to say. Molly nodded and without further words, began to press the glass tube into Lucy’s bottom. Lucy moaned at the sensation, her mind instantly remembering how her husband had inserted his thumb into the same place only a short while ago. Her face flamed as she realized how aroused she had been and how she had exploded with pleasure the instant his digit entered the forbidden passage. Though she didn’t feel aroused right now, she felt strange flutterings in her stomach as Molly continued to advance the thermometer until it was deep inside her bottom, far deeper than her husband’s thumb had been. Molly kept the end of the thermometer between her fingertips, knowing that she definitely didn’t wish to lose the glass tube inside Lucy’s rear. With her free hand, she gently patted Lucy’s bottom.
“You did very well, little one,” Molly praised. “You took your thermometer into your bottom quite easily didn’t you? You may remove your hands, sweetie.” Lucy released her bottom cheeks, bringing her arms in front of her. Without conscience thought, she reached for her doll where it lay propped against a pillow. It was too far for her to reach and she gave a soft whimper. Molly saw her intention and leaned just a bit, picking up the doll and handing it to Lucy. Lucy buried her face in the mattress, her childhood doll clasped tightly in her arm. She felt uncomfortably exposed, her bare bottom being invaded, her nanny’s fingers keeping hold of the tube as well as making sure Lucy’s bottom cheeks remained slightly parted. Time seemed to stop as Lucy waited for the thermometer to be removed. She found she wanted nothing more than to be allowed to crawl between the covers and fall into the escape of sleep even if it meant being diapered. The thought of wearing a nappy seemed less shameful when it would mean her bottom was covered, no longer being exposed and invaded. Whenever she shifted even the tiniest bit, Molly would gently reprimand her and would move the thermometer just a bit back and forth until Lucy was still again. After what seemed like an eternity to the poor Lady Huntington, she felt the thermometer being removed and gave a soft moan.
“Now, Lucy, that didn’t hurt you at all,” Molly said reading the mercury. She shook her head and then shook the tube down again. “I fear you took too long to lie over my lap, little one. Your disobedience has caused the need to take another reading.” Lucy gave a sob as she was once more instructed to open her bottom cheeks. The tube was returned deep inside her, this time with several withdrawals and reinsertions as if Molly was unsure of exactly where to place it. Lucy moaned again and was horrified to feel a rush of moisture flow into her sex. She remained as still as possible, one small hand clutching the bed covering in front of her, the other clutching her doll. She prayed Molly would not be able to tell what was happening between her legs. Molly finally withdrew the tube as slowly as possible, this time happy with the reading.
“ Your temperature is normal,” she said her voice indicating her pleasure. “You did well, Lucille. Now, up with you and lay across the bed on your tummy please.” Molly instructed and helped Lucy off her lap. Lucy couldn’t look at Molly as her nanny cleaned the tube and replaced it in its box. She lay on the bed, her face turned away. Molly opened the salve and began to apply the ointment to Lucy’s bottom and legs. Lucy remained still and quiet, accepting the fact that Molly seemed to be learning quickly how to be as strict a nanny as Mrs. Bremmer. Molly finished with the salve and wiped her hands
“Ye…yes, Mi…Miss Molly,” Lucy managed to say. Molly nodded and without further words, began to press the glass tube into Lucy’s bottom. Lucy moaned at the sensation, her mind instantly remembering how her husband had inserted his thumb into the same place only a short while ago. Her face flamed as she realized how aroused she had been and how she had exploded with pleasure the instant his digit entered the forbidden passage. Though she didn’t feel aroused right now, she felt strange flutterings in her stomach as Molly continued to advance the thermometer until it was deep inside her bottom, far deeper than her husband’s thumb had been. Molly kept the end of the thermometer between her fingertips, knowing that she definitely didn’t wish to lose the glass tube inside Lucy’s rear. With her free hand, she gently patted Lucy’s bottom.
“You did very well, little one,” Molly praised. “You took your thermometer into your bottom quite easily didn’t you? You may remove your hands, sweetie.” Lucy released her bottom cheeks, bringing her arms in front of her. Without conscience thought, she reached for her doll where it lay propped against a pillow. It was too far for her to reach and she gave a soft whimper. Molly saw her intention and leaned just a bit, picking up the doll and handing it to Lucy. Lucy buried her face in the mattress, her childhood doll clasped tightly in her arm. She felt uncomfortably exposed, her bare bottom being invaded, her nanny’s fingers keeping hold of the tube as well as making sure Lucy’s bottom cheeks remained slightly parted. Time seemed to stop as Lucy waited for the thermometer to be removed. She found she wanted nothing more than to be allowed to crawl between the covers and fall into the escape of sleep even if it meant being diapered. The thought of wearing a nappy seemed less shameful when it would mean her bottom was covered, no longer being exposed and invaded. Whenever she shifted even the tiniest bit, Molly would gently reprimand her and would move the thermometer just a bit back and forth until Lucy was still again. After what seemed like an eternity to the poor Lady Huntington, she felt the thermometer being removed and gave a soft moan.
“Now, Lucy, that didn’t hurt you at all,” Molly said reading the mercury. She shook her head and then shook the tube down again. “I fear you took too long to lie over my lap, little one. Your disobedience has caused the need to take another reading.” Lucy gave a sob as she was once more instructed to open her bottom cheeks. The tube was returned deep inside her, this time with several withdrawals and reinsertions as if Molly was unsure of exactly where to place it. Lucy moaned again and was horrified to feel a rush of moisture flow into her sex. She remained as still as possible, one small hand clutching the bed covering in front of her, the other clutching her doll. She prayed Molly would not be able to tell what was happening between her legs. Molly finally withdrew the tube as slowly as possible, this time happy with the reading.
“ Your temperature is normal,” she said her voice indicating her pleasure. “You did well, Lucille. Now, up with you and lay across the bed on your tummy please.” Molly instructed and helped Lucy off her lap. Lucy couldn’t look at Molly as her nanny cleaned the tube and replaced it in its box. She lay on the bed, her face turned away. Molly opened the salve and began to apply the ointment to Lucy’s bottom and legs. Lucy remained still and quiet, accepting the fact that Molly seemed to be learning quickly how to be as strict a nanny as Mrs. Bremmer. Molly finished with the salve and wiped her hands
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