Enrolling Little Etta (7 page)

Etta found herself unable to fall back to sleep. After witnessing the display in the hall between Papa and Leda, her stomach was a flurry of butterflies.

Did Papa discipline all the littles? She hated to feel the surge of jealousy that coursed through her tummy. She wanted him all to herself.

Slipping out of the nursery, she wandered down the hall and paused as she watched Philip storm out of his office, heading the opposite direction.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Curious as to what was going on, she crept toward his office until she could see through the frosted glass that someone was inside the room. It had to be Leda. Etta tried the door but it was locked.

"Leda?" Etta hissed, giving a faint knock.

"Who is there?" Leda asked.

"It's me, Etta." She knew she would get into trouble if they were caught, but she wanted to hear what had happened from Leda. Would her papa tell her the truth?

"Go away," Leda said, making no attempt to get up from her seat in the corner.

Etta sat down, her back to the door. "I do not know what you did, but my papa is really mad at you."

Leda did not answer her.

"I want you to stop being bad," Etta said. "My papa shouldn't be disciplining you. He should be paying attention to me."

Leda laughed from the other side of the door. "You are jealous?"

Yes. Etta did feel the strings of jealousy tugging at her insides, making her displeased.

From down the hall, footsteps were fast approaching. She needed to head back to her room, or she could end up with her own bruised bottom.

"It is a grave disappointment," Philip said as he came nearer.

"Stop seeking attention!" Etta hissed at Leda, before rushing back into her room, shutting the door, and throwing herself under the covers in case anyone noticed. She pretended to be asleep. Etta shut her eyes and wished away all the bad things that happened in the world. Right now, her one main thought was of Leda. Why did she have to try and ruin Etta's happiness?

The nursery door squeaked open.

"Etta?" Nanny Mae's soft voice could be heard as she entered the room.

"I am asleep," Etta mumbled, wanting to fall back to sleep. If it weren't for her papa waking her and Leda causing trouble, she probably would have still been asleep. She wanted to go back to dreamland, where everything was peaceful and she did not worry about disappointing anyone.

"I know for a fact that is not true. I saw you in the hall just a few minutes ago."

Etta had not seen Nanny Mae. Her eyes flashed open and she rolled over to face her nanny. "Am I in trouble?"

"Well, that depends. What were you doing out in the hall on your own?" she asked.

Lying seemed a bad idea, but could the truth save her? "Papa woke me when he was yelling at Leda." Perhaps that had been when Nanny Mae had seen her with the door open. Etta hoped she had not been caught sneaking down the hall to her papa's office.

"I know, dear. Sometimes good littles do very naughty things. It is why they are here at Ashby, to help them remember that their papa is in charge, and they are to do as he says, always."

Etta sat up in bed, pushing the covers off. Her room felt hot, or maybe it was the concern creeping up on her about being caught that had her flushed.

"I need you to climb off the bed and pull your bloomers down."

"What? Why?" Etta asked.

"Your papa asked me to get you started on your training. No more questions." Nanny Mae waited for Etta to do as she was told.

Etta climbed off the bed and slowly lowered her bloomers to the floor.

"Good girl. Now lean forward toward the bed, with your bottom out in the air." Nanny Mae helped guide Etta into position. "Spread your legs further apart."

"Nanny Mae?" Etta's voice caught in her throat, nervous after what she had been through with the doctor earlier. There were some things she had not liked about the exam and others she had found oddly satisfying. What did her nanny plan to do with her?

The nanny grabbed a small black leather box and pulled from it a glass object, along with a jar of lubricant. "This will make you a little more comfortable, child." Nanny Mae poured a generous amount of wetness onto her fingers before she spread Etta's cheeks, sticking her finger into her pink pucker, just as the doctor had. "You need to relax." Nanny Mae lightly spanked Etta's pussy with her other hand.

"What is that glass item?" Etta asked, enjoying the slight sting to her sex caused by the light pussy swats.

Wetness seeped between her thighs, and her lips opened as she began to breathe more heavily, as her quim tingled. Her breasts felt fuller and weightier as Nanny Mae swiped her fingers over her folds, surely able to feel the heat radiating from her body.

"It is a plug to stretch your arsehole for your papa," Mae said.

"What?" Etta squeaked as she tried to hold back the moans of pleasure the spanking to her cunny caused.

Just as she felt she may explode, the spanking stopped, and Nanny Mae coated the entire plug with the ointment before separating Etta's round rosy cheeks again. "Just relax. Imagine it is your papa claiming you, child," the woman said.

Claiming her? Surely her papa would never put his… his member inside her
there
!

Slowly, Nanny Mae inched the plug into her bottom.

Etta panted, groaning as it stretched her tiny hole. Her quim pulsed from the insertion of the plug into her backside. She wanted Papa to cuddle her and feel his fingers enter her wetness again. "When will I see Papa again?" she asked.

As the plug was pushed as far as it would go, Etta felt a sharp pain, and then a sense of relief once it had been seated snugly inside. Nanny Mae patted her bottom. "You can stand up now."

Etta repositioned herself on the floor, dragging her legs closer together in slow methodical movements. She could still feel the plug in her behind, making her cunny ache even more. Her hips rocked and her fingers snaked down toward her clit, wanting to feel more than just a plug in her bottom. She craved a second release for that day.

Nanny Mae did not appear pleased to see what her charge was doing. She smacked her hands away and pushed her back onto the mattress, pinning her down, hovering above her.

Etta stared up at her nanny, her eyes as dark as night, the pupils looking huge. "You will not touch yourself again, is that clear?"

Nanny Mae smacked Etta's quim.

Etta moaned, finding it both satisfying and further arousing.

Her nanny's eyes widened in surprise. "Did you just moan?"

Etta nodded, she did not see the point in lying. Nanny Mae could see how excited her body was. Her breasts strained against the sailor outfit and her quim throbbed to be touched. Her sweet womanly odor poured from between her thighs, filling the room with the smell of sex.

Nanny Mae slipped her fingers between Etta's legs. She leaned down until her lips were covering Etta's ear. "If you tell anyone, especially your papa about this, you will never be able to sit on your bottom again."

Etta silently swore her promise. She gave a nod, all she could do to satisfy herself.

Nanny Mae stroked Etta's sex, her fingers rubbing hard and with long strokes, pinching and pulling at her labia as her thumb circled her clit.

Etta's lips parted and she threw her head back, her eyes slamming shut as the second orgasm began to rip through her body. She lifted her hips, grinding against Nanny Mae's hands, desiring and craving more, but that was all that could be offered.

"Please," Etta begged, needing the aching throb to dull or fearing she might otherwise find herself with a knife-like pain through the heart. She leaned up, finding Nanny Mae's mouth, and placing her own over the woman's soft perfect cherry lips. The woman tasted exactly the way she smelled, of vanilla and spice. Etta's tongue pushed past Nanny Mae's lips as she shuddered in her nanny's arms.

Collapsing against the mattress, Etta's heart felt as though it might explode.

Nanny Mae climbed off the young woman's body, smoothed down her dress, and picked up Etta's bloomers from the floor. "Put these back on, along with your stockings and shoes. It is time to visit the playroom with the other littles."

Etta did not want to go anywhere except back to bed. It took every ounce of strength to finish dressing.

Nanny Mae waited by the door, avoiding Etta's stare.

Once Etta was dressed, Nanny Mae took her by the hand and led her down the hall. Would her papa know what they had done? She did not want to get her nanny fired from Ashby. Etta found that she liked it—and Nanny Mae—very much.

She scampered into the playroom, grateful to be among other littles and away from the nannies and papas for a while.

It took Philip hours to settle down after Leda had put his heart into a state of fury. Reddening her bottom had been beneficial to both of them, but it had not eradicated the problem entirely. He would have Nanny Vivian keep a closer eye on Leda, and if she could not handle it, Vivian would be out of a job.

He needed to calm down, and the best place to do that was to keep an eye on the nursery, watching his new little one playing amongst the others. From behind the glass, he studied her features. Etta's cheeks were flushed, far rosier than he had ever seen them before.

Frowning, he headed in through the door and knelt down to her level as she sat on the floor. "Are you feeling all right, Etta?" The back of his hand shot out, feeling over her forehead. She felt warm to the touch, which explained her complexion. Undoubtedly, she was running a fever. During her exam earlier, her temperature had been slightly elevated, and he intended to check it again tomorrow. He kissed the top of her head before retreating to get a thermometer. Perhaps it was time to take her temperature again and make sure it was not as high as he thought.

Philip returned after a few minutes, the glass tube in his hand. "Etta, I am going to need to take your temperature."

"Here?" she squeaked with wide eyes as she glanced at the other littles.

Yes, he knew it would probably embarrass her, but she needed to learn to submit to him, and feeling humility would help that process. What better way than to have her cheeks spread and her temperature taken for all to see?

Philip took a seat on one of the wooden chairs that the nannies often used while the children were playing. "Come here," he said. His voice was stern and his tone showed no hint of humor as her feet remained planted firmly on the playroom floor. "If I have to get up, your bottom will not only see a thermometer."

Etta swallowed nervously and inched closer, as slow as treacle. When she was within reach, he held out his arm, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her unceremoniously toward him. "Bend over," he said, offering his legs as support for her stomach.

With slow abandon, she lay face down across his legs, her head pointing toward the floor. The warmth only seemed to further radiate from her body as he pushed her bloomers down to her knees. Surprised to find a plug already in her bottom, he did his best to hide the smile on his face and the swell growing in his trousers.

"I see you have begun training with Nanny Mae." He spread her cheeks and slowly guided the plug out of her. That could not be the cause of her fever? No. Philip felt confident that something else was going on. Perhaps she had a touch of something she had picked up at her uncle's place. It had been covered in a sheen of dust and the weather had been damp.

Philip shook the thermometer before spreading Etta's bottom cheeks, sliding the glass tube in past her pink pucker.

Every ounce of her skin that he grazed felt warm. Her bottom was covered in a pink blush, though he knew that had more to do with her punishments from earlier.

She squirmed and moaned. Philip smacked her sharply. "Hold still, child." He was not in the mood to deal with a second little who would defy him that afternoon. It had been an exhausting day and he wanted it over. Besides, the thermometer should have been easier for her to take after having worn the plug. How long had she been training with it? Had Nanny Mae just put it in?

"I do not want to!" Etta whined like a child, trying to break free.

Why was she acting this way? She had been more compliant in the doctor's office. He landed a second smack and then a third to her bottom, forcing her to clench as she pushed at the thermometer. Philip pushed it right back in, not letting her be done yet.

"You will be here longer the more you resist," he said.

Etta stopped thrashing, her face buried down toward the floor.

He waited a solid three minutes from the time she stopped fussing until he removed the glass tube, examining the markings. Her temperature was still elevated, but not as high as he expected it to be. Even so, he pulled up her bloomers and helped Etta to her feet. He would introduce a bigger plug to fill her bottom before bed. "Come with me," he said, his tone short and abrupt.

He took Etta by the hand, her face no less red than when he had laid eyes on her in the playroom. "I am taking you to the nursery," he said. Fluids and a cool bath would do her a world of good.

"I am not tired, Papa."

He knew she had recently awoken from her nap, and perhaps that explained a bit of the rise in temperature, but he had caught a waft of her cunny as he had her bent over his knee. It was as if she were in heat, her sex hot and swollen, begging to be touched. Although he wanted to graze her quim, listen to her squirm and moan, she was not ready for it. Pleasure was a reward, and she needed to be well and healthy before he took her down a path they could not return from.

"Nanny Mae!" He gestured her nanny over, snapping his fingers into the air to get her attention.

The red-haired, fair-skinned woman excused herself from the ladies and walked up to Headmaster Philip.

"Etta is running a slight fever. It started before her nap, but I was expecting it to have disappeared. I would like you to give her a cold bath and then a bottle. Put her down to bed, and go up a size in your training. I shall come to check on her later."

"Do not go," Etta said, her voice soft and fragile.

Philip wanted to stay, and staring at her beautiful blue eyes only tugged on his heart, making the choice that much harder. "You need your rest."

"I do not feel ill. Just hot."

"I know. You are running a fever." Philip nodded in understanding. He recognized that she undoubtedly did feel hot. "Does your head hurt?" Usually a headache accompanied a fever.

"No, Papa."

He kissed her forehead. She seemed cooler than earlier. "Come." He took her hand and led her into the washroom, with Nanny Mae trailing behind. The porcelain claw tub sat in the center of the room.

"Undress," he commanded Etta.

She stood there, not moving.

"Listen to your papa," Nanny Mae said, chastising the girl. She swatted her bottom for not following directions.

"Get some cool water. I want to bring down Etta's temperature and then give her a bottle before bed," Philip said.

"What about dinner?" Etta asked.

Nanny Mae retrieved the water bucket and headed out of the room to fill it with cool tepid water. She slowly began to fill the bathtub.

"You will get enough of the nutrients you need from a bottle. I want you healthy for tomorrow."

"What is happening tomorrow?" Etta asked, continuing with the questions.

He waited for her to undress. When she did not move fast enough, he reached for her hips, pulling her toward him. "Arms up."

Etta lifted her arms above her head, and Philip tugged the material up over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She reached to cover her breasts and he spanked her bottom. "Do not hide yourself from me. Put your hands down."

Slowly, she lowered her hands along with her gaze as her perky breasts and peaked nipples revealed themselves to him.

Philip tried to hide the discomfort in his trousers as his cock hardened at the sight of her beautiful body. His fingers grazed her hips, inching the bloomers down past her slick folds and to her feet for her to climb out from. Her quim appeared a luscious pink and red, her clit visibly sticking out and swollen. He'd never seen a little this aroused—at least, not one who had not been with her papa.

"Have you been touching yourself, child?" Philip's voice was stern, his eyes narrowed as he glared at her disapprovingly.

Etta shook her head.

"Do not lie to me!"

"I swear I have not."

What had aroused Etta to make her pearl swell so fully and her quim glisten with wetness?

Philip caught Nanny Mae's fearful gaze as the woman stared at Etta. Had something transpired between the two of them? He had known his nannies to discipline the girls. Perhaps the tough display had aroused his little Etta.

Nanny Mae cleared her throat. "May I have a word with you outside?"

Philip glanced from a naked Etta to the nanny. "Stay here, Etta. We shall be right back." He stalked out of the room with Nanny Mae and shut the door to the nursery. "Would you like to tell me what is going on?"

"Perhaps if we went into your office," Nanny Mae said, stammering.

He cleared his throat and shuffled down the hall, opening the door to his private office. "Come in. Sit down." He assumed it would not take just a minute if she wanted only him to hear what had to be said.

"I would rather stand." She rested her hands on the back of the chair.

"That was not a question." Philip was always in charge. Not just to the littles, but he also held a wealth of power over the nannies. "Sit."

Nanny Mae nodded her understanding and walked around to sit in the upholstered chair. "I believe I know why your little is showing signs of arousal," she said.

"Do you?" His expression grew grim. "If she is touching herself, you know that the responsibility lies with you to stop her."

"I know, and I made a mistake," Mae said.

"What kind of mistake?" Philip asked. He came to stand in front of Nanny Mae, perching on the edge of the wooden desk. "Elaborate." He did not ask her kindly, as it had been her duty to keep Etta in line.

"I may have gone to restrain her after she touched her quim, but then, I do not know how to explain what happened…" Her words trailed off and her cheeks burned as she stared down at her hands in her lap. "I may have been the cause of that source of arousal."

"You?" Philip pushed himself further from the desk. "I trusted you with my little Etta."

"I know." Nanny Mae nodded. "And I assure you it was consensual."

"That is beside the point. As a little at this school, she has given up the right to make decisions for herself. That is why she is here, to learn to regress as a child would. Abusing her does not fit into our curriculum!"

Nanny Mae's eyes shot up to meet his and she sat up straighter. "I did
not
abuse Etta." Her words were terse and she gritted her teeth, seething.

"Do you love her?" Philip was not sure he even wanted to hear the answer. Etta was his little one and no one else's.

"As a little, but nothing more," Nanny Mae said, shaking her head. "I do not know what came over me."

Philip had a pretty good idea what had come over her. She had grown heated and filled with lust. Staring at a woman's breasts and quim, spanking her—all had finally got to her in the same way it got to him. Not that he could tell her that. He could not be all right with what had happened. There had to be consequences, but firing her did not feel appropriate. "You will work in the eastern wing from now on. I do not want you to see Etta again, is that clear?"

"Thank you, Headmaster Philip."

She had to know he had saved her job, and a small part of him loved Mae in a way that showed affection and warmth, like a child loved a precious doll. She had been the security that he had needed to ensure him time to grow, accept his role as headmaster, and now as papa. He needed a nanny for Etta, but it would not be Nanny Mae. Her time with the littles was over.