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“A few minutes to dry and then we shall get you into your nappy and rubber pants, sweetie,” Molly said as if Lucy wanted a play by play description of what was still to come. Molly smiled and found she was pleased with how the regime n had been progressing. If someone had told her that Lucille Furniss, her former mistress, would one day be over her lap, her own hands spreading her bottom cheeks wide apart in order for Molly to insert a thermometer into her bottom, Molly would have questioned their sanity. She barely believed it herself. She had been elevated to the position of a proper Nanny, her authority soon to be unquestioned by the woman she had grown to love as Lucy accepted the fact that Molly was here to stay. Lucy might have elevated her own status to that of Lady Huntington, but from now on, she would be no more titled than any other little girl who must allow her nanny to do all sorts of embarrassing things to her.
Molly turned Lucy over and told her to lift her own bottom in order to have a nappy slid under her. Lucy obeyed, her face turned to the side, knowing th at to protest was useless. Lucy’s face flamed when she realized that Molly would be able to see the cream that had filled her young charge’s pussy and was grateful the woman said nothing about that fact. Molly simply stood, walked to the washstand and returned with a moist cloth. She quickly washed quite thoroughly between Lucy’s lower lips before patting her dry. She applied a coating of diaper cream and then a good shake of baby powder before drawing up the sides of the nappy, pinning it securely into place. Molly pulled the rubber pants up over the diaper and then helped Lucy off the bed and finally pulled the nightgown over her head. Molly took a seat in the chair and had Lucy kneel before her, her back to Molly as her hair was brushed and then plaited for her nap. By the time Molly helped Lucy between the sheets, Lucy was exhausted. She accepted her doll once more tucking Nellie into her arm. When Molly presented the large pacifier to Lucy’s lips, Lucy attempted to shake her head.
“Don’t be naughty now, Lucy,” Molly warned sternly. “You did so well taking your thermometer into your sweet little bottom. I would think taking your binky into your mouth would be far more pleasant.” Lucy turned crimson but obediently opened her mouth and accepted the rubber nipple. It seemed to fill her mouth, making it necessary to actually suckle on it to avoid discomfort. “That’ s my good girl,” Molly said bending to brush her lips across Lucy’s cheek. “Now, go to sleep, little one. I know you must be tired and you can dream about playing games with your Papa when you wake. You must stay in bed until I or your Papa come to get you. I promise you will be a very sorry little girl if you so much as place one foot on the floor until then. Understand me? ” Lucy nodded, her face forlorn as she turned onto her side, facing away from her nanny, her eyes tearing, unable to contain a soft sob, realizing she would be creamed and powdered and diapered every single day for the rest of her life. She suddenly desperately missed her sister, Louisa. She wanted so much to be able to confess her fears and her feelings of confusion to someone who would truly understand how it felt to be attended by her own Nanny. She couldn’t stop her tears though she tried to cry as silently as possible. She felt Molly sit on the bed behind her and then felt her hand gently rubbing against her back.
“Shh, little Lucy,” Molly said softly. “It will be all right. I love you and promise to take care of you for your Papa. Just go to sleep, sweetie.” Molly continued to rub gentle circles on Lucy’s back until the small woman sighed deeply and fell into sleep, her mouth gently pulling on the new pacifier. Molly tucked the covers up over Lucy’s shoulders and waited a few more minutes to
“A few minutes to dry and then we shall get you into your nappy and rubber pants, sweetie,” Molly said as if Lucy wanted a play by play description of what was still to come. Molly smiled and found she was pleased with how the regime n had been progressing. If someone had told her that Lucille Furniss, her former mistress, would one day be over her lap, her own hands spreading her bottom cheeks wide apart in order for Molly to insert a thermometer into her bottom, Molly would have questioned their sanity. She barely believed it herself. She had been elevated to the position of a proper Nanny, her authority soon to be unquestioned by the woman she had grown to love as Lucy accepted the fact that Molly was here to stay. Lucy might have elevated her own status to that of Lady Huntington, but from now on, she would be no more titled than any other little girl who must allow her nanny to do all sorts of embarrassing things to her.
Molly turned Lucy over and told her to lift her own bottom in order to have a nappy slid under her. Lucy obeyed, her face turned to the side, knowing th at to protest was useless. Lucy’s face flamed when she realized that Molly would be able to see the cream that had filled her young charge’s pussy and was grateful the woman said nothing about that fact. Molly simply stood, walked to the washstand and returned with a moist cloth. She quickly washed quite thoroughly between Lucy’s lower lips before patting her dry. She applied a coating of diaper cream and then a good shake of baby powder before drawing up the sides of the nappy, pinning it securely into place. Molly pulled the rubber pants up over the diaper and then helped Lucy off the bed and finally pulled the nightgown over her head. Molly took a seat in the chair and had Lucy kneel before her, her back to Molly as her hair was brushed and then plaited for her nap. By the time Molly helped Lucy between the sheets, Lucy was exhausted. She accepted her doll once more tucking Nellie into her arm. When Molly presented the large pacifier to Lucy’s lips, Lucy attempted to shake her head.
“Don’t be naughty now, Lucy,” Molly warned sternly. “You did so well taking your thermometer into your sweet little bottom. I would think taking your binky into your mouth would be far more pleasant.” Lucy turned crimson but obediently opened her mouth and accepted the rubber nipple. It seemed to fill her mouth, making it necessary to actually suckle on it to avoid discomfort. “That’ s my good girl,” Molly said bending to brush her lips across Lucy’s cheek. “Now, go to sleep, little one. I know you must be tired and you can dream about playing games with your Papa when you wake. You must stay in bed until I or your Papa come to get you. I promise you will be a very sorry little girl if you so much as place one foot on the floor until then. Understand me? ” Lucy nodded, her face forlorn as she turned onto her side, facing away from her nanny, her eyes tearing, unable to contain a soft sob, realizing she would be creamed and powdered and diapered every single day for the rest of her life. She suddenly desperately missed her sister, Louisa. She wanted so much to be able to confess her fears and her feelings of confusion to someone who would truly understand how it felt to be attended by her own Nanny. She couldn’t stop her tears though she tried to cry as silently as possible. She felt Molly sit on the bed behind her and then felt her hand gently rubbing against her back.
“Shh, little Lucy,” Molly said softly. “It will be all right. I love you and promise to take care of you for your Papa. Just go to sleep, sweetie.” Molly continued to rub gentle circles on Lucy’s back until the small woman sighed deeply and fell into sleep, her mouth gently pulling on the new pacifier. Molly tucked the covers up over Lucy’s shoulders and waited a few more minutes to
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