invading digit and smiled. His Lordship was indeed a lucky man, she thought. How responsive her little charge would be when he finally took her rosebud! The nanny twirled her finger around, pushing it in and out several times. Each time the little rosebud pucker resisted.
Nanny, and His Lordship for that matter, did not believe in anything but the barest amount of lubricant when doing anything to a little one's bottom hole. It was instructive for them to strain to accommodate whatever was put in their bums, whether it be a finger, a cock or something else.
"You are going to feel something cold and metallic at your bottom entrance,” the nanny said. “I recommend you don't wriggle about. The thermometer is glass and we would not want it to break while up your bottom now would we?"
She once again spread Emmie's buttocks and the girl gave a small whimper when she felt the cold tip push against her anus. She was still fully restrained, so there was little she could do to prevent this intimate intrusion and could only wince as the thermometer was forced deep into her bottom. It was cold and hard and felt uncomfortable and foreign. Emmie desperately wanted to pull it out, but there was nothing she could do.
Finally having pushed the instrument several inches into Emmie's unwilling bottom, Nanny gave the thermometer a twist for good measure. She said nothing as she began to time the procedure with her ever-present silver watch fob.
"You will stay still,” Mrs. Pew said. “We must leave that up your bottom for a good five minutes to make sure we have an absolutely accurate reading." Nanny patted the top of her head and began to move about the room straightening. Emmie in the meantime was in both physical and psychological misery. She knew it was her duty to obey her husband. But again she found herself unsure of whether she could endure the type of life he was insisting upon. To be treated like a little girl was so humiliating. But it was also strangely liberating. After having to endure so much responsibility in her stepfather's household at such a young age, the idea of never having to worry about such things again was enticing. Sure there was pain, but there was also pleasure, and she found herself playing her husband’s...her Papa's...words from the previous night over and over in her head. All you have to do is focus on pleasing me and knowing the pleasure I will give you in return.
" There now. All done." Nanny’s voice pulled Emmie from her thoughts as the older woman gently removed the thermometer. "And a perfect temperature too! You are a very good little girl! Now, let's get you out of your bedtime restraints and into a nice warm bath."
Emmie let Nanny unbuckle the heavy leather restraints as she thought how lovely a warm bath would be. She was still sore from last night and just the thought of what Papa had done in his bed brought a soft, blush to her cheek. Emmie felt like a toddler as she hobbled to the bath. Her legs were weak from being kept in such a tight position for so long and so Nanny led her by the arm into the bathing room and up to the large clubfooted tub where soft curls of steam rose above the welcoming water.
"Arms up," Nanny said as she grasped the short hem of Emmie's nightgown and slipped it over her head. "Now in you go."
Emmie climbed into the bath and Nanny soaped up a small bathing cloth. She started to rub her charge’s back and arms and did not stop till Emmie’s skin glowed a pretty pink. While scrubbing her back, Nanny's hand went straight down and forced its way between her butt cheeks.
"Ouch. Not there," Emmie cried.
"Hush. Judging by what you and His Lordship were probably doing last night you need a thorough washing!"
Emmie blushed hotly at the mere thought of Mrs. Pew knowing what transpired in his bed last night. She stayed mum throughout the rest of the washing, even when the nanny turned her attention to between Emmie’s legs.
Both were so caught up
Nanny, and His Lordship for that matter, did not believe in anything but the barest amount of lubricant when doing anything to a little one's bottom hole. It was instructive for them to strain to accommodate whatever was put in their bums, whether it be a finger, a cock or something else.
"You are going to feel something cold and metallic at your bottom entrance,” the nanny said. “I recommend you don't wriggle about. The thermometer is glass and we would not want it to break while up your bottom now would we?"
She once again spread Emmie's buttocks and the girl gave a small whimper when she felt the cold tip push against her anus. She was still fully restrained, so there was little she could do to prevent this intimate intrusion and could only wince as the thermometer was forced deep into her bottom. It was cold and hard and felt uncomfortable and foreign. Emmie desperately wanted to pull it out, but there was nothing she could do.
Finally having pushed the instrument several inches into Emmie's unwilling bottom, Nanny gave the thermometer a twist for good measure. She said nothing as she began to time the procedure with her ever-present silver watch fob.
"You will stay still,” Mrs. Pew said. “We must leave that up your bottom for a good five minutes to make sure we have an absolutely accurate reading." Nanny patted the top of her head and began to move about the room straightening. Emmie in the meantime was in both physical and psychological misery. She knew it was her duty to obey her husband. But again she found herself unsure of whether she could endure the type of life he was insisting upon. To be treated like a little girl was so humiliating. But it was also strangely liberating. After having to endure so much responsibility in her stepfather's household at such a young age, the idea of never having to worry about such things again was enticing. Sure there was pain, but there was also pleasure, and she found herself playing her husband’s...her Papa's...words from the previous night over and over in her head. All you have to do is focus on pleasing me and knowing the pleasure I will give you in return.
" There now. All done." Nanny’s voice pulled Emmie from her thoughts as the older woman gently removed the thermometer. "And a perfect temperature too! You are a very good little girl! Now, let's get you out of your bedtime restraints and into a nice warm bath."
Emmie let Nanny unbuckle the heavy leather restraints as she thought how lovely a warm bath would be. She was still sore from last night and just the thought of what Papa had done in his bed brought a soft, blush to her cheek. Emmie felt like a toddler as she hobbled to the bath. Her legs were weak from being kept in such a tight position for so long and so Nanny led her by the arm into the bathing room and up to the large clubfooted tub where soft curls of steam rose above the welcoming water.
"Arms up," Nanny said as she grasped the short hem of Emmie's nightgown and slipped it over her head. "Now in you go."
Emmie climbed into the bath and Nanny soaped up a small bathing cloth. She started to rub her charge’s back and arms and did not stop till Emmie’s skin glowed a pretty pink. While scrubbing her back, Nanny's hand went straight down and forced its way between her butt cheeks.
"Ouch. Not there," Emmie cried.
"Hush. Judging by what you and His Lordship were probably doing last night you need a thorough washing!"
Emmie blushed hotly at the mere thought of Mrs. Pew knowing what transpired in his bed last night. She stayed mum throughout the rest of the washing, even when the nanny turned her attention to between Emmie’s legs.
Both were so caught up
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