The Nanny

The Nanny (F/M, F/F, D/s, BD, Toys) by MuskratSam =============================================================================== The Nanny Chapter 01 ============================================================================

As my first year of college came to an end, I started looking for accommodation for the next year. I'd check the university's housing office every morning,

and just as things were looking particularly bleak I found an interesting offer:

"Professional couple require not more than 15 hours child-care per week for

an 18-mo boy, starting September, in return for room and board. Contact Prof. J. Mackay, rm. 315 Tate Hall, x. 2145"

I'd never been a child-care worker, but I'd been a baby-sitter all my teenage years, and they wouldn't be advertising here if they wanted someone with Early Childhood Education credentials. More importantly, John Mackay was a popular -- and dreamy -- young chemistry professor in my own faculty. Everybody liked him, and it seemed safer than moving in with strangers.

I decided right away to apply for the job, and headed across campus to Tate

Hall. To my surprise, he greeted me by name when I knocked at his office door:

"Christie! Hi. What can I do for you?"

I'd been in his introductory chemistry class in first term -- there were 50

of us there and while I was a good student, I didn't think I'd ever done anything to attract his attention.

"uh... Hi. I didn't know you even knew my name! I came to apply for your nanny position."

"I try to remember all the students who aren't likely to drop out in the first year. I also know that chemistry was an elective for you and hope you realize that if we give you the job, I'll devote a lot of effort to ensuring you change your major.

"Do you have a resume?"

"Sorry, not with me, I was just looking for a place to stay next year -- not looking for a job. But I can bring you one tomorrow morning."

"That's great, but if you can get it for me by this evening, how about you come over for dinner and meet my wife -- the real employer? She has to interview you anyway -- you can't imagine I could be permitted to select the person we'll be entrusting our first-born to, can you?" He laughed, but I was sure he was deadly serious.

My head was in a whirl at the speed this was happening, but I told him I had a resume in my dorm, and he offered to pick me up there at 6.

Back in my dorm room, I quickly modified my resume to stress my baby-sitting experience (who knew THAT would be the most important thing I could mention!) and printed it off. Then I thought about what to wear to the interview. First, it's dinner, so let's not wear something that will show if I spill! Then, they want a nanny, so formal is probably not required, but I don't want to show up in jeans. And finally I didn't have a clue what Mrs. Mackay was like. I didn't want her to think I was a slut, only interested in the dreamy Professor John, but I did want her to see me as a woman -- someone who could be trusted to look after a young child. I finally decided on a print dress, that came up high enough to show almost no cleavage, but low enough to show not much leg. The sort of dress, depressingly, that my mother would have recommended. Oh, well. Life is about compromise. Mom would have said that too...

I took the dress off again, planning to take a shower, but I had over an hour to kill before Professor Mackay came to pick me up. John Mackay...

I sank back in the one comfy chair in the room and thought about John Mackay. Dark wavy hair. Piercing blue eyes. More muscled than you would expect from a chemistry professor. Always a smile that suggests that the two of you are sharing a private joke. Before I even realized what was happening, my left hand hand had lifted my bra and was twisting my nipple, and my right had wandered under my panties and started to tickle my clit. I imagined John coming to me, telling me how things just weren't working with his wife, and me commiserating. Hugging him and saying that everything would work out, but then feeling the bulge in his pants. As we both realized what was happening, leaning towards each other and kissing, first tenderly, then with hunger, as we ripped off each others clothes.

As the fantasy evolved, my fingers moved faster, and thrust deeper. Pretty soon, my pussy was drenched and I had three fingers plunging deep while I thumbed my love button. I stopped myself just long enough to reach into the draw beneath my bed and pull out the 8 inch vibrator. This was not a job for three stubby fingers, and I couldn't get any deeper without tearing my arm off. I sank back in the armchair again, turned on the vibrator and imagined John poised above me. His glorious cock thrusting in and out, in and out. I came in wave after wave and when it eventually stopped I was exhausted. Thank God my roommate had already gone home for the weekend!

I dragged myself into the shower. Thinking I needed to come down after that, I tried turning the shower on cold, but that just made my nipples harden and I turned the heat back on. I poured shampoo on the vibrator and started to clean it, but as the shampoo foamed it looked like cum. Immediately I was back in my fantasy. John was in my shower with me, reaching around to wash my tits, I could feel his cock between my legs. I leant forward but instead of pushing his rod into my pussy, I felt it pressing against my ass. I moaned a feeble "no", but he kept pushing, and then he was in. It hurt at first, but then the well-lubricated vibrator was past the sphincter, and sliding more easily. I'd never been fucked in the ass before, and was surprised to find how much I liked it. As John thrust deeper and deeper, I fingered my pussy. Finally, as I felt him release his load, I came all over my hand, and collapsed in the shower.

Eventually, I realized I was sitting on the floor of my shower with an 8 inch dildo embedded in my ass, and not more than 10 minutes left before John came to pick me up. Making a quick decision, I reached above my head for my razor and lotion, and began to shave my pussy. When I finished, I stood, pulled the vibrator out of my ass (the sensation almost sending me back into the fantasy!) and washed it. After I finished my shower, I dried off quickly and put on my sexiest panties and bra. Nobody was going to see them tonight, but if I was going to wear an old-lady dress, I was for-damn-sure going to feel like a sexy nymphet underneath!

I looked out the window just in time to see a black BMW pull up in front of

the dorm. I didn't know any students who could afford Beemers, and it was 6 o'clock, so it had to be John. I threw on a pair of comfortable sandals and ran down the stairs to meet him. As I slid into the passenger seat, my skirt rode up my thigh, and I could sense John staring at my legs. Again, my nipples stiffened, and my clit throbbed. But he just said "Hi" and threw the car into gear as I wrapped the seatbelt around me. He then concentrated on driving the 20 or so blocks to his home in the least possible time. Men!

As soon as we pulled into his driveway, John's wife came to the door to meet us.

"Cathy, this is Christie -- she wants to be our nanny in the Fall."

I could barely speak. If John was "dreamy", Cathy was a full-out hallucination. She was stunning. While I'd had one sexual experience with a woman, and it had been fun, I had always only really been attracted to men. One look at Cathy had me wondering if I'd ever fantasize about John again. At about 5' 9" she was an inch shorter than me, and overall a little slimmer, but she had enormous tits, and her low cut blouse was showing her cleavage to its best advantage. Her straight black hair hung to her waist, and below a very short skirt were the longest, most perfect, legs I'd ever seen. I felt myself longing to run my hands up those legs and under her skirt. I've always thought myself attractive, but beside Cathy I felt completely inadequate.

"P-p-pleased to meet you Mrs. Mackay", I stammered.

She looked me straight in the eye, with a Mona Lisa smile that suggested she knew exactly what I was thinking, and said:

"Oh, my name's not Mackay -- just call me Cathy. Come on in."

Cathy and John read my resume, and introduced me to their toddler Kevin. He

was a curious little fellow, and I got down on the floor with him and played awhile. As I did, both parents watched attentively, and I couldn't help feeling they were both paying more attention to me, than to my interaction with their child. Still, I was new to this family, and Kevin was their only child, so they'd be understandably concerned about me. Finally, Cathy announced that dinner was almost ready and told John to put Kevin to bed. I offered to help, and stayed to read him his bedtime story before John kissed him goodnight and we left for the dining room.

Over dinner, Cathy explained that she was pregnant again, and that by the Fall she felt she might need a little extra help with Kevin, but that he was in day-care and it would only consist of dropping him off and picking up at the day-care centre on days when John couldn't and occasional evening baby-sitting. Of course, the baby was due around Christmas and, while both Grandmothers could be counted on to be present for the immediate event, they hoped that I might be willing to take on some extra hours of care for pay in the new year.

"Do you mean I got the job?", I asked.

"Of course!", said Cathy. "John had made up his mind before he called me this afternoon."

"He told ME that he wasn't allowed to make those kinds of decisions", I said.

Cathy laughed. "I have utter confidence in his choices", she said mysteriously.

After dinner, we relaxed over coffee, making arrangements for the coming school year. Comfortable as I felt with these people, I was anxious to leave. I could hardly wait to get back to my dorm to masturbate again. Whenever I glanced at Cathy she seemed to be looking at me with that same cryptic smile.

When John offered to give me a ride back to the dorm, I accepted gratefully. Cathy got up from her chair and came over to me.

"I know you have a summer job back home, but if it doesn't work out for any

reason feel free to come here early. Just let us know when you're coming."

With that she put her arms around me and hugged me tight. As her tits rubbed against mine, it was all I could do not to moan.

Cathy whispered into my ear, "Welcome to our family, Christie." Then she kissed me full on the lips! As I gasped with surprise, her tongue darted inside and briefly touched mine. She stepped back and gave me that smile again. I'm sure I flushed bright red. I stammered a good night, and almost ran for the car. As I rounded the car and John stepped out under the porch light, I could see an enormous bulge in his pants. He'd been watching! And he was turned on! I wasn't sure what to think, but fortunately John drove back to the dorm with the same intensity as our earlier ride, and I was quickly able to say goodnight and run inside to my room. Thankfully it was the end of term and few girls were left around to stop me as I raced up through the hallway.

In my room, I tore off my dress and slipped my hand inside my lacy pink panties. Thinking of that kiss, I imagined it was Cathy's hand on my pussy, Cathy's tongue once again probing. I felt Cathy push me back on my bed, her hands roaming up my thighs, then tugging gently at my sopping panties until I lifted my hips slightly and she slowly drew them down my legs, exposing my newly-shaved pussy. She moved up above me, slowly working her fingers into my soaking crack as she unbuttoned her blouse, showing me her beautiful breasts, with large dark nipples peeking over a half-bra.

"You want these, don't you?"

"Ohhh, yes! Please...", I moaned, fingering my own nipples as I released them from my own bra. Cathy bent down over me, giving me her left nipple. Reaching up, I fondled both breasts while taking the nipple between my lips. I rolled my tongue around it, marveling at it's size. Both of us were breathing heavily now, and she knelt upright again, giving me a chance to do what I'd wanted to do hours ago. I ran my hands up her thighs, as Cathy removed her bra, freeing those wonderful boobs to hang above me. Reaching under her tiny skirt I gently pulled down her black lace panties. As she lifted first one knee and then the other to free them, I got a close look at her own shaved pussy, already dripping with juices. As she straddled my face, I grabbed her ass and drew her down so that I could inhale that wonderful scent. Cathy pinched my nipples brutally, while I licked and nibbled her clit, plunging my tongue deep into her love tunnel. As she bucked and squirmed, I plunged my fingers into my own pussy to lubricate them, then worked my index finger into her ass. She rode my face even harder, but now leaned down to tongue my own cunt. I came immediately with a scream, as Cathy did the same. I lapped and sucked wave after wave of her lovely honey before we both collapsed, spent.

When I awoke, Cathy was gone of course. I wondered how I was going to last 4 months before I got to experience her (again?)

The Nanny Chapter 02 ============================================================================

I returned to university the week before the start of classes. I was going to be a part-time nanny for John and Cathy, and we felt it best that I get comfortable before the frantic registration week.

I'd been in regular email contact with Cathy, and knew they would meet me at the train station. I was so excited to be returning that I must have spent half the trip in the bathroom, masturbating. John, a university professor, was widely believed to be the sexiest man on campus; and Cathy was simply the most beautiful woman I'd ever met. If that wasn't enough, I was pretty certain that they both wanted to make love to me. Last time I'd met them, I'd been interviewing for the nanny position and had been trying to make the sort of impression I expected they wanted. This time, I wanted to get their attention. My short blonde hair was in curls, makeup subdued but carefully applied, my 32-B breasts in a push-up bra under a low-cut blouse to show them at their best, a short skirt barely hiding white lace panties, and stiletto heels to accentuate my legs -- though I could never hope they'd look as good as Cathy's.

When we stopped at the platform, I could see both John and Cathy waiting, with their toddler, Kevin, in a stroller. I grabbed my shoulder bag and let the conductor hand me down from the car, as he casually looked up my skirt. As John took my bag with one hand and hugged me with the other, planting a kiss on my cheek, I casually let my left hand brush his crotch. He grinned as he drew back, but just said "Hi Christie, welcome back."

Then Cathy had me in an embrace. Just as when we'd parted four months ago, she kissed me full on the lips -- but this time, when her tongue darted forth, I opened my lips and kissed her back deeply. We broke off and she stepped back, a little flushed. I looked at them both. John with his dark wavy hair, muscular looks, ready smile -- and now with a bulge in the front of his pants. Cathy with her waist-length black hair, slightly Eurasian features, and the most beautiful tits and longest legs I'd ever seen. Though she was slightly shorter than me, she'd more than made up the difference with heels 2" taller than mine, and her skirt was shorter and blouse lower. Even in her 5th month of pregnancy, and showing noticeably, she looked gorgeous.

"Welcome back, Christie -- is this all you have?" she asked.

"No, I have a big trunk that should be coming along any moment. Let's have a seat while we wait for it -- your back must be killing you. Are you sure you should be wearing those heels at this point?"

"Whose nanny are you anyway?" she laughed.

"I'm Kevin's nanny -- and yours if you need it!"

John laughed, and said, "I hope you can pull it off. She won't listen to me."

As Cathy took a seat, she said, "You're right. I shouldn't wear heels, but I wanted to look good for you. I am going to have to stop wearing shoes like this, though."

I bent down to Kevin's level and looked him in the eye. "Hi, Kevin, do you remember me?"

He just hid his head in his hands and giggled. At 18 months, I knew he had some vocabulary, but I also knew he wouldn't remember me, as we'd met only once almost a quarter of his life ago.

"Well, I'm Christie, and I'm going to help your Mommy and Daddy look after you for a while."

We chatted for a while about the past summer, waiting for my luggage. Despite their welcome, there was a tension in the air -- and strangely it didn't seem to be over me. Both of them would chat happily to me, but they didn't seem to be talking to each other. I wasn't sure what was going on, but they still seemed to want me -- in all senses of the word -- so I figured it would work out.

When the baggage handlers brought in my trunk, John's eyes goggled.

"No wonder, you only needed ONE piece of luggage!"

"Oh, really, it's not that bad. After all, I knew I didn't need the kitchen

sink. Besides which: it's got wheels! It's not even full, and the rest is almost entirely clothes."

"Oh, yes. Women and clothes..."

"OK, I admit that there's a bit more fabric in most of my outfits than the ones I've seen Cathy wear."

Now it was Cathy's turn to sputter: "Not ALL my outfits are skimpy, you know!"

John agreed. "Absolutely! You should see the dress she wore to her grandmother's funeral -- which she still has -- it reached almost to the knee!"

"But it was VERY heavy," Cathy almost pleaded, "and it showed no cleavage at all."

We all laughed, and John and Cathy shared a smile for the first time since I'd arrived. Then John suggested I take my shoulder bag back, Cathy could take Kevin, and he'd handle the trunk. Cathy and I simultaneously started a chorus of "Macho, macho, man", but burst into giggles as we realized we'd had the same thought. With an exaggerated air of wounded pride, John stalked off to get the trunk, as Cathy and I walked, arms around each other, to the exit.

"I hope we're not going to try to get that trunk into John's BMW!"

"No," said Cathy, "I have a Volvo wagon. Though, we might have to leave the

hatch open..."

In the end, the trunk didn't even fill the back of the wagon. As he rolled it into the back of the car, John exclaimed "Thank the gods, I'm a citizen of the 21st century! Mankind invented the wheel thousands of years ago, but it took until the end of the 20th to put them on the luggage."

"Oh, big deal, tough guy! I had to get that trunk TO the train station."

"You did not?" he said, with amazement.

"OK, you're right," I admitted, "Daddy did it."

"Ah-hah! I knew it." and we all laughed again.

When we arrived back at my new home, I helped John lug the trunk upstairs, where I had a room with ensuite bathroom next to Kevin's (the master bedroom being on the main floor), then Cathy sent him back down to start the barbecue for dinner, saying that she'd help me unpack. We enjoyed ourselves checking out my clothes -- Cathy exclaiming when she realized we had the same shoe size. She said that, since I wasn't going to let her wear heels for the rest of the year, I could borrow any I wanted, and I offered her the use of any of my clothes that I wasn't currently wearing.

"But if you pop off any buttons, I expect you to sew them back on!"

She looked at my chest critically, and sadly announced: "Yes, you can borrow my clothes too, but I suppose I'll have to show you where the safety pins are." We roared with laughter, but then Cathy squealed "I need to use your bathroom!" and ran for the door.

When she came back, she sheepishly admitted that you could never be far from a bathroom when you were pregnant, and you couldn't afford to laugh too hard, if the bathroom was more than three steps away! Just then, John called us down for dinner.

Over dinner, the tension returned. I couldn't understand what it was about,

but Cathy and John barely even looked at each other. John and I talked about Chemistry (his field) and wine (mine!), and he told me that if I didn't like the Viognier we were drinking (Cathy, virtuously sticking to water), he'd be happy to let me stock his wine racks while I was with them. I said that the wine was great, but I jumped at the chance to choose for him -- as a student of Oenology, I couldn't actually afford to drink many of the wines I studied.

As the conversation petered out, and Cathy didn't seem to be showing any interest in joining in, I decided that it was probably best to leave them alone.

Truthfully, I announced, "I had to get up very early this morning, so thanks for everything, but I'm ready for bed."

"OK, Christie, sleep well. You should know that John probably won't be here

when you get up -- he's catching a plane for Toronto early in the morning, and he'll be gone for three days, doing something at the U of T."

"Oh, that's too bad, John. I'm sure Cathy and I can use the time to get to know each other, though. Have a safe trip."

The next morning, I woke to the sound of raised voices, then the door slamming. I looked at the clock and it was 5 a.m. I shuffled downstairs to the kitchen, just wearing an oversized T-shirt. As I got there, I heard a soft snuffling.

"Cathy? Are you alright?"

She turned to look at me, with tears on her cheeks and her eyes puffy and red. She was dressed like me, but as always her T-shirt was shorter and showed more cleavage.

"Oh, sorry, did we wake you? It's nothing really, it's just silly."

Cathy turned away from me, but her shoulders heaved.

"What is it?"

"Ohhhh... I'm fat and I'm ugly, and John doesn't even want to have sex with

me, even when he's going away for a week." she wailed.

I stepped up behind her and hugged her.

"Cathy, you're not fat, you're not ugly, and it's only three days", I said as I looked over her shoulder at her fantastic tits.

I put my hands on her expanding belly. "This is not fat -- you're taut as a

drum!"

Moving my hands up her abdomen, I cupped her enormous, beautiful breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and they felt incredible. "These," I exclaimed, "are the finest jugs I've ever seen! I weep to think I'll never have tits like yours." I felt her nipples harden beneath my palms.

Then, still cupping her left breast, I moved my right hand down to her thigh. "And this is only half of a pair, of the longest, most unbelievable legs, in existence. Including Tina Turner's at her prime!"

Cathy's breath was coming in short gasps, now. I dragged my thumb up the inside of her thigh, under her T-shirt, to her panties.

"Ah-ah-are y-y-you c-c-coming on to me..." she stammered.

I whispered into her ear, "am I being too subtle?" as I hooked the band of her panties with my thumb and then slid two fingers under, to her already moistening vulva.

"No!"

If I was in any doubt whether that was an answer to my question, or a demand to stop, she twisted towards me and kissed me deeply. It seemed an eternity -- our hands roving over each other's bodies -- our lips locked, and tongues entwined -- that we stood there. When we broke off, both breathing heavily, I felt as if I'd never been kissed before.

She looked at me, with her Mona Lisa smile, and said "Come back to bed with

me."

Taking me by the hand, she dragged me down the hall to her bedroom. We kissed again at the door, then again as we stood by the bed. Finally, she reached down and pulled my T-shirt over my head.

I reached to do the same for her, but Cathy pushed me back on the bed, just

as she had in my fantasy four months ago. Her hands roamed up my thighs, then teased gently at the lips of my freshly-shaved pussy. She moved up above me, slowly working her fingers into my now soaking slit as she drew her shirt over her head, showing me her beautiful breasts and large dark nipples, exactly as I'd imagined them.

"You want these, don't you?" echoed the voice of my fantasy.

"Ohhh, yes! Please..."

I moaned, fingering my own nipples . Cathy bent down over me, giving me her

right nipple. Reaching up, I fondled both breasts while taking the nipple between my lips. I rolled my tongue around it, no longer marveling at it's size -- it was as if I'd already done this. She knelt upright again, giving me a chance to do what I'd wanted to do months ago. I ran my hands up her thighs, and gently pulled down her tiny panties. As she lifted first one knee and then the other to free them, I got a close look at her own shaved sex, already dripping with juices.

I wanted to taste her, but as I reached to draw her towards me, she slithered out of my grasp, sliding down the bed until her face was above my lower lips.

"I've been wanting to taste you all summer!"

"Me, too," I gasped, as her tongue touched my swollen button. "I've -- ohhh

-- hardly been able to think of anything else -- aahhh! -- for months." The touch of her tongue and fingers was electric. As two fingers parted my labia, and her tongue and lips lashed my clit, tremors began to race through my body. Her skilled fingers spread me wider, and I stretched my legs to accommodate. As the tension built, and it was all I could do not to cry out, two things happened at once. Cathy slipped the index finger of one hand inside the rosebud of my asshole, while the fingers of her other found my G-spot. While I knew I could take more than one finger up my ass -- I'd had my favorite vibrator there often over the last few months -- nobody else had ever penetrated me there. The sensations were unbelievable. Suddenly I came in waves as I reached a simultaneous vaginal and clitoral climax. Cum began to squirt from my pussy, and Cathy lapped it up.

"Ohmigod, Cathy" I gasped, when I could finally connect two thoughts again.

"How did you do that -- I've never come like that before in my life."

"Your very young life, Miss Christie. I'll show you much more if you stick around."

"Trust me, I'm sticking -- but right now, it's your turn. I need to eat you."

"Yes, Nanny, whatever you say."

Cathy started to slide up above me, but I wasn't having any of that. I grabbed her shoulders and threw her over on her back, quickly straddling her hips.

"Oh no, you don't! I'm not letting you have all the fun. I'm in control now."

We wrestled a bit, but I was bigger and had her pinned -- besides which, I'm pretty sure she was letting me win! I leaned forward and kissed her hard, plunging my tongue deep insider her mouth, tasting deeply of my own juices. As she responded, I tweaked her nipples in turn, startlingly a little shriek from her each time. When she tried to respond in kind, I caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, inspiring her to try to catch my tit in her teeth. I arched my back away from her and laughed.

"Ha-ha, old lady. You'll never catch my taut young breasts like that. I don't have saggy tits like some here."

Cathy snarled at me playfully. "Ungrateful child! After all I just did for you."

I spun around, catching her forearms beneath my legs before she had a chance to move. I looked down at her, between my legs, trying in vain to reach my cunt with her tongue. I kneaded her huge, wonderful, not remotely saggy, breasts, as she wriggled beneath me, unable to make contact, with either hands or mouth.

"Now spread your legs for Nanny. Show me that delectable pussy."

She did as I ordered, and I stroked the length of her slit.

"Wider."

She tried, and her thighs started to quiver.

"Wider."

Her thighs were trembling now, and I reached down to push them even further

apart, then lowered my head to her mound, licking downward to spread her lips with my tongue. She moaned softly, completely captive and unable to prevent me having my way with her. As I licked and nibbled, I began to probe her vagina with first one, then two, fingers. As she writhed beneath me, I sucked hard on her clit, only to release it with a snap. Her hips bucked, and my hand began to move faster, in and out of her pussy. I could feel the tension building in her, her moans interspersed with sobs of futility as she tried to lift her head far enough to tongue me. I added a third, and then a fourth finger, plunging into her sopping box until I forgot about her hands and she slipped one loose and grasped my thigh, pulling my once again throbbing clit to her hungry mouth. As her lips found my hot button, I plunged my own tongue deep into her love channel. Our orgasms came simultaneously -- Cathy's scream muffled by my thighs, but my own seemed loud enough to wake Kevin upstairs.

Finally, spent -- and still hearing no sound from Kevin -- I wrapped my arms around Cathy and we fell back to sleep for what was left of the night.

The Nanny Chapter 03 ============================================================================

When the alarm woke us at 7, Cathy kissed me hungrily, but then pulled back and looked at me seriously.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. Unless you want to spend the day babysitting, Kevin, I need to introduce you to the staff at the daycare, so that you can pick him up in the afternoons. And, I'm a poor helpless woman of great girth, who could use some help in the shower."

"Great girth, indeed. These wondrous tits are easily 40 inches across!" I said, caressing them both.

"Not those, idiot! My belly!"

"Bah! You're barely even 5 months pregnant. Though, I'll be happy to help you in the shower, anyway."

"Well, hurry, then. I need to be at work by 8:30, so no more time for games."

"Awwww," I pouted.

"Sorry, but we have two whole nights to play before John comes home. So cheer up. Now... my back needs scrubbing." Cathy slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

"Wow! The view from this side is almost as good as the other."

Cathy laughed, and wiggled her fine ass to the bathroom. I gave her time to

pee, then as I heard the shower turned on, I hopped up and ran to help.

"About time you got here, Nanny. I can't reach my back."

I started to lather up her back, while Cathy worked shampoo into her waist-length hair. Striving to do a good job, I worked my way down her back, careful to get every inch. Working my sudsy fingers down her butt-crack, I reached around to cup her left breast.

Breathing heavily, Cathy panted, "I ... thought ... I said ... no time ... for play."

I slid my lower hand further, between her thighs, and murmured in her ear, "I thought you might be having difficulty reaching these parts, too".

She turned to me, "Please... I need to be at work on time, but I promise to

come home as early as possible."

"Oh, you're such a spoilsport. We can find five minutes."

"No! Seriously."

I pushed her back to the wall of the shower, and kissed her hard, caressing

her breasts. Just as she started to respond, I drew back, taunting: "Sorry, no time!"

"Ooh, you big tease. I love you dearly and want you always, but already I can see there are times that a big cock is just easier and more satisfying."

We finished up without too many more interruptions, and got Kevin fed and ready for day-care. After a quick breakfast ourselves, we bundled Kevin into his car seat and set off. After introductions, and signed authorizations that I was permitted to pick up Kevin in his parent's place, Cathy got back in her car, while I opted to walk the five blocks back to the house.

Before she left, she rolled down the window and I leaned in. Cathy grabbed me quickly, and kissed me hard. "Soon!" and then she was gone.

I spent the rest of the day getting ready for the start of school, except for a quick trip to a friend's where I'd left my bicycle for the summer, and then downtown to a store I knew. Cathy called in the early afternoon to tell me that she could be home by 4, and that she'd pick Kevin up on the way.

"Don't worry, he won't be interested in what we're doing!"

When Cathy arrived home, I heard the garage door open, and quickly finished

my preparations. As she opened the door into the kitchen, I stood there waiting, wearing only a black lace teddy, and a pair of Cathy's tallest black pumps.

Kevin was holding Cathy's hand as he stood on the step up from the garage.

"Nanny!" he cried, running to me and hugging my bare legs.

"Hi Kevin, you remember me!" I said, with surprise.

Cathy shone her enigmatic smile at the two of us, and then told Kevin to go

to the living room and play with his fire truck. As he toddled off, she looked me up and down.

"Oh, Christie, you look good enough to eat."

"I'll hold you to that."

She stepped in close, looking up at me, now. Since I'd forbidden her to wear heels in her condition, I had a six inch height advantage. I took her head in my hands and leaned down to kiss her lips. Cathy melted into me as our lips touched, opened, and tongues entwined. Unlike our previous encounters, there was no frenzy, no hunger, just two lovers exploring each other. We kissed and caressed each others bodies for five minutes, before Cathy groaned and pulled away.

"I'd love to do that all night, but I need to get off my feet."

"Your bath is prepared -- go and get ready, and I'll put Kevin in his play pen and join you in a moment."

A couple of minutes later, with Kevin happily playing with his truck in the

play pen in the living room, I entered the master bedroom. Cathy was just finishing undressing, bent over her bed with her ass exposed to me in all its glory. I stared at her as if I'd never seen her before. I couldn't believe my luck, that such a person had entered my life.

Hearing me enter, Cathy turned to me and gave me that smile again. I melted

as she lifted my teddy revealing first my shaved pussy, then my belly, and finally my small, firm, tits. As she lifted it over my head, her mouth came to a nipple and tongued it gently but firmly. I grasped her head, and held her to me for a moment, but then pulled back a little.

"Welcome home, sweetheart."

"Oh, Christie, I need you so much!"

"But first, you need a bath!"

Taking her hand, I led her to the bathroom, where the whirlpool tub was humming gently. Kicking off the shoes, I stepped into the bubble-filled tub, then helped her in. I sat down and pulled her down to me, leaning her back against my breasts. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight.

"Christie, darling, this is heaven."

We sat there relaxing for a few minutes, before I reached for the soap and started to wash her carefully, from top to bottom. When I had her clean, I told her to sit up, stood, and placed myself in front of her.

"Now, what did you say about 'good enough to eat'?"

I thrust my pussy at her face. As I moved forward, she was forced to rest her head on the edge of the tub, looking up at my nether lips.

I lowered myself to her face.

"Now, eat me, love. Show me how much you need me."

Cathy raised her hands to stroke my inner thighs, as her tongue caressed my

clit.

"Oooh, that's it baby. Eat me. Ohhh -- more ... that's it, oh, yes..."

I took her finger from my cunt, brought the hand to my face, and sucked on it, as I looked at her lying beneath me, eyes closed, sucking hungrily.

"That's my girl. Oh, yes," as the hand I wasn't holding inserted three fingers into my cunt. As she nibbled my button, she began thrusting faster and faster with her hand. Taking back the hand I was licking, she reached around and pushed her index finger up my ass. That was all it took.

"Oh God, I'm coming!! Aahhhhhhhhh!"

When I came, my juices flowed like a waterfall. Quickly, Cathy's face was drenched, though she was lapping up as much as she could. I collapsed back into the tub with a splash.

Cathy just lay back with a contented smile, playing with my pussy with her big toe.

We lay there for a few minutes, luxuriating in the warmth, the bubbles, and

the caressing jets. When I stood, Cathy started to rise too.

"You just lie there for a while, love. I'll dry off, and then help you."

"It's wonderful being so pampered," she sighed.

"Pampered? Is that what it's called? Anyway, I thought you were doing all the work -- and doing it VERY well, I might add. Thank you."

"Don't be silly, Christie. You don't need to thank me for anything. But... I wonder what I'm going to do about John?"

"Now, it's my turn -- don't be silly! Surely, you're not thinking 'this changes everything; I have to dump John'? It's not 'what am I going to do about John', it's 'what are WE going to do' -- and I have an idea."

"Oh! What?", she sat up suddenly.

"Never you mind. We have two whole days to ourselves before he comes back, and we'll talk about it later. I promise you, though, that I won't do anything without your complete support."

"How, on earth, did you come into my life, Christie?"

"I believe a certain horny professor was looking for a certain type of horny co-ed..."

"Oh, yes, that." We laughed.

"You know, you were the first person to respond to our ad?"

"That's not surprising -- I was getting pretty desperate to find a place to

live for this term, and I was at the housing office before the doors opened. I wouldn't be surprised if a certain horny professor wasn't lurking, watching to see just who was that anxious! I was getting worried that I'd have to take up my friend Jill's offer -- which was a little awkward. Jill was my first woman-on-woman experience, and it convinced me that I wasn't at all attracted to women. The sex was great, but I kept alternating between wishing she was a guy -- or at least that she had a cock -- and thinking that 'I've got toys that can do that...' And then, last April, you kissed me...".

"So now you think you're a Lesbian?"

"NO! ... I don't know. I only know... I love YOU."

"Oh, Christie, you're so refreshingly young. I know you're not much younger

than me, but six or seven years makes all the difference, sometimes. I'm pretty sure I'm heterosexual, too. Look at TV ads; watch porn; who turns you on? For me, 99 times out of a hundred, it's a man. When John suggested getting a nanny, I honestly thought I wanted you for the help! It's not like the sex was a surprise -- we had talked about sharing another person even before we were married, and we'd decided we'd alternate between a man and a woman. John was even decent enough to let me choose our first, male, partner. He had right of refusal -- if you're going to do something like that, everybody has to want it -- but I chose the guy, and John agreed that it would, at least, be an interesting experience. In fact, we all had fun until he moved away for a post-doc. So, when he wanted to bring you in as a nanny, I thought we'd all have sex, it would be fun, and 'with luck' you would be happy to stay with us for a term, or even a whole school year. But what I really wanted was somebody to help with Kevin, because one kid was 'motherhood' and two is already beginning to feel like a chore, and she isn't even born!

"Now, already, I'm scared that you'll ever leave us..."

"Cathy, I told you, I love you. I don't know if I even believe in love at first sight, but I was caught when you first kissed me. As long as we can work things out with John, and I really think we can, I'm with you as long as you'll have me."

I reached down to help her out of the tub, wrapping her in the bath sheet as she stood. Her eyes roamed the length of my body, and she said, "I can't believe my nanny has such a glorious body!"

"Come on! Next to you, I have no tits and my legs are stumps!"

"Sweetie, I admit, I have bounteous bosoms, but they're strictly time-limited. One day, possibly soon, they'll just be these enormous dangly things. Your body is lithe, and tight, and ... God, I think I'm going to come again...

She sagged into my arms. She was faking it ... I think.

As I toweled her dry, Kevin started to cry.

"OK," I said, "I know I'm the nanny, but I'm working on supper -- so YOU have to change his diaper, and I'll finish dinner!"

"Deal," Cathy said, "I don't even remember advertising for a cook!"

"Just wrap a towel around your hair, and I'll brush it out for you when you

finish with Kevin."

I put on John's bath-robe, kissed her slowly and headed for the kitchen.

Dinner was a spatchcocked chicken, miniature potatoes, baby carrots and green beans, with a spinach-pear-blue cheese salad, and a Marlborough Pinot Noir for me and soda water for Cathy. Both of us dressed only in bathrobes... Afterwards, we put Kevin to bed.

"What story do you want, Kevin?", Cathy asked.

"Nanny! Nanny!"

"Oh, I think he wants you to read it," Cathy's face collapsed.

I kissed her lips, gently: "You're being silly again. I'm just a novelty to

him. I plan to be around long enough to seriously challenge you for motherhood rights, but he doesn't know that, yet."

"You're right, sorry."

"Kevin, how about I read you a story, then Mommy reads you one? Two stories! What would you like me to read?"

"abacadadabebewebewe!"

"What?"

Cathy laughingly handed me a much abused book. It had obviously been in the

bathtub at least once, chewed on frequently, and was clearly a great favorite.

"I think this is what he wants."

Before Cathy had finished her story, Kevin was fast asleep.

Later, we sat in the dimly lit living room, cuddled together on the couch, telling each other our histories. Kissing languidly and caressing each other's bodies. I don't think I'd ever been so comfortable with another person in my life -- man, woman, boy or girl. I'd brushed out her hair as promised before supper, but now I picked up the brush again and began to stroke it steadily. In the dim light, her lustrous black hair began to show highlights that looked almost blond.

"Come... it's time for bed [it was nine o'clock!], and I have a surprise for you!"

Cathy turned to gaze into my eyes -- "another one!"

I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Sliding her robe off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor, I admired her body.

"My very own goddess!", I breathed. Pushing her back onto the bed, I said: "Wait, now."

I went into the bathroom and opened the bag I'd left there and removed the item I'd purchased that afternoon from "Venus and Adonis". Returning to the bedroom, still wearing John's bathrobe, I stared at Cathy's amazing body.

"Do you remember the last thing you said before we got up this morning?"

"Er... No? I'm sorry, but my mind is sex-addled. What are you talking about?"

"You said that you loved me dearly, but..."

"Oh, yes! I love your butt dearly..."

"Not quite, dear one. You said, 'there are times you just need a big cock'.

I don't have one, but..."

I let the robe fall open to show the large strap-on dildo I'd just purchased.

"Do you think this might do?"

"OHMIGOD CHRISTIE -- ENOUGH TALK, JUST FUCK ME!!"

"I'll take that as a yes!"

I climbed onto the bed, and slowly worked my way up between her legs, kissing and caressing as I went.

"Please..."

I ignored her, stroking her thighs and pussy, leaning down to lick her belly, then up to her huge orbs. Taking her left nipple between my lips, sucking it in, rolling it round my tongue, before nipping it with my teeth, and repeating the process for the right teat.

Sliding my right hand between her thighs, and up to her hot box, I could tell she was ready for me.

I positioned my shaft at the entrance to her cleft: "I hope I can do this right -- I've never used one of these..."

"SHUTUPDAMNYOU!! INEEDTOBEFUCKED!"

Tentatively pushing the dildo at the entrance to her vagina, I tried to inch forward. Cathy was having none of it -- she grabbed my hips and hauled me towards her, as she thrust her pelvis at me. Suddenly, the full length of the dildo was sheathed deep within her.

"ohhhhhh....." she sighed, and a beatific smile came across her face. She pulled my head down to hers, kissing me deeply. Suddenly, she twisted my nipple, while bucking her hips. I got the message, and started to pound the dildo in and out, as hard as I could. As we both came close to climax, her lips sought my tits. Reaching under her, I lifted her head to suckle at my left breast. With my tit filling her mouth she began to moan -- the sound reverberating right through the nipple and seemingly down to my clit. I pushed harder and harder into her channel, somehow trying to BE a man for her. Finally, as she came, she bit hard on my teat, and I exploded against her.

When I could finally think again, I stood up and unfastened the strap-on.

"Oh, honey, the sheets are soaked. Why don't we just strip the bed, and go upstairs and sleep in mine?"

Cathy, just lay there smiling.

"OK, I have an even better idea -- get up, and go upstairs to my bed, and I'll be there in a minute."

I took her hand and pulled her upright. We kissed again, and she grinned at

me, then flounced out of the bedroom. When I got to my own room, she was comfortably lying at the far side of the queen-sized bed, watching me. As I got into bed, she turned over so that I could snuggle up against her back. I wrapped my arms around her, and she asked --

"So how do WE deal with John?"

"Do you trust me, love?"

"Of course!"

"Well, he's a man -- surely once the blood supply rushes to his cock, his brain is just as useless as any man's. So why not let me, let him, seduce me -- and then catch us in the act. He can't possibly imagine throwing you over for me, so he'll surely do anything you demand."

The Nanny Chapter 04 ============================================================================

I'd been hired to be a part-time nanny for Cathy and John for the school term (John was a professor at my university), but when I arrived a week before classes, John promptly had to fly out of town, and Cathy and I, left to our

own devices -- pun at least partially intended -- got to know each other rather better than I had expected (though not better than I had hoped!).

Cathy and I enjoyed two more days of "honeymoon sex" before John was due home. She was leery of my plan, but couldn't come up with a better one herself, so as it came time for somebody to drive out to the airport to meet him, she reluctantly agreed to go ahead.

"But take HIS car!"

"I intended to. Yours is too big -- I don't want him even thinking about trying to make out in the back seat. And I want him off-balance, and I suspect he's very attached to that car, so he's going to insist on driving it back himself. He might expect me to drive if it was your car.

"If things are working as planned, I'll call and tell you his plane's been delayed due to a snowstorm in Toronto."

"Christie! It's the first week of September!"

"Sure, but everyone knows it's always winter in Canada. That way, if I call

and tell you his plane's delayed for any other reason, you know his plane's been delayed."

"OK, then. We need to get you dressed. Let's go upstairs and see what you've got."

After looking through my closet, Cathy picked a charcoal bra-top dress with

a deep plunging neckline.

"The hemline's a bit low... but he'll love the top! Do you have shoes to go

with it?"

I showed her the sandals I'd usually wear.

"Oh, those won't do. Good thing we have the same size feet -- I have just the thing."

She helped me get ready, then took me downstairs to her own closet and picked out a pair of three-inch wedges to match my dress.

"Now, you'll see eye-to-eye -- or at least he won't have to look down too far when he's hoping to see you pop out of that dress!"

We went out to his BMW together and, as I sat in the driver's seat, Cathy leaned in and kissed me.

"Good luck."

"Don't wait up!" I closed the door and hit the garage opener.

John's plane was on time and as he only had a carry-on, he was one of the first out of the arrivals area. He spotted me immediately and hurried over.

"Christie! Where's Cathy?"

"Oh, you know, between the pregnancy and a hard day at the office, she's exhausted, and I'm still on summer vacation, so I volunteered to come for you. Besides which, it gave me an excuse to drive your Beemer." I held his keys out to him, as a pained expression briefly crossed his face.

"Well, it's good to see you!"

As he reached to give me a hug, and to take the keys, I pulled them back slightly, and suddenly (purely by accident!) he was in my arms, and the kiss he had planned to place on my cheek, fell full on my lips. I tightened the clinch, and opened my mouth to him. Surprised as he was, he smoothly took full advantage. We kissed for five minutes, there in the middle of the airport concourse, oblivious to everything around. He was careful not to touch me anywhere too inappropriate for a public place, but his cock was straining, and since I was grinding my mound on it, it wasn't going to relax any time soon!

"Oh, Christie -- I want you so badly," he whispered in my ear, as we broke for breath. "I've wanted you since the day you walked into my office."

"I know," I murmured back. "If you have a place we can go, I can call Cathy

and tell her your plane was delayed -- we can steal at least a couple of hours."

"I just happen to have the keys to a pretty cool condominium," he said with

a lascivious grin. "One of my colleagues has been working at a university in Germany through the summer, and will only get back just in time for the start of classes next week."

"Perfect! I'll call Cathy and give her the sad news" -- I licked my lips, and tried to look lustful. It wasn't a look I'd had much practice with, but it seemed to do the job. I pulled out my phone and pushed the speed dial.

"Cathy. I'm here, but the plane's been delayed. I think it's snowing in Toronto, or something ... Yeah, I'll just get a drink and a snack of some sort, and I'll call when the plane gets in ... Sure, don't wait up! ... OK, see you in the morning. Bye."

"There, that's settled. It'll probably take at least two hours to get the runways cleared, and the plane de-iced."

John was laughing aloud now. "Do you know what Toronto is LIKE at this time

of year? It was 104 degrees when I got to the airport!"

"I know that -- I'm an enology major, remember -- they have two wine regions

in Ontario. But most people think Canada is all polar bears and igloos. Anyway, if she even bothers to check the weather, I'll just say I was kidding, because it was probably some security thing and the airline wouldn't even publicly admit there was a delay. Everybody's so paranoid these days that that will always work.

"Now, let's get out of here."

I put my arm around his waist and leaned in close as we walked out to the parking lot. When we got to his car and threw his bag in the trunk, we kissed again, and this time he tried to get his hand up my skirt. I slapped it.

"You ARE a bad boy, aren't you? Nanny might have to do something about that."

His momentary shocked look quickly turned into a sly grin -- as if he was challenging me to follow through on my threat. Suddenly, I started to get ideas...

Of course, as soon as he started the car, the other John appeared. I'd discovered the day I met him that when John drives, he's single-minded. I suppose that's a good thing in a driver, but it puts a damper on a seduction. He drove at the maximum speed he expected to be able to get away with, on the shortest possible route. I'm not sure he even knew I was in the car anymore -- I'm certain he didn't hear me when I tried to talk to him. Anyway, in 20 minutes he was pulling into the visitor parking of a luxury condo just north of the university, and as he switched off the engine, suddenly he was the guy I'd met at the airport again. He jumped out and by the time I had my seat-belt unfastened he was opening my door and offering me his hand.

We took the elevator to the top floor. As the door closed he tried to fondle me.

"Uh-uh! Bad boy. Wait!"

He looked chagrined, but kept his hands to himself.

At the far end of the hall, he opened the door to a beautiful wood-toned apartment. The living room was two stories high, and the master bedroom was

a loft overlooking the living room.

As he closed the door behind us, I pressed my palm to his chest and looked him up and down. Then I walked slowly around him, letting my fingers trail across his chest and shoulders.

"You ARE a naughty boy! Cheating on your wife. Trying to get your hand under my dress in public. Inappropriate touching in the elevator. Obviously, Nanny is going to have to discipline you."

His face flushed, and his breathing quickened. I could see his cock rising rapidly.

"Take off your clothes ... Wait! Give me your belt first."

He handed me his belt, meekly, then started to remove his shirt. Not bothering with the buttons, he just dragged it over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then, hopping on one foot at a time, he dragged off his pants and socks. I could see a wet spot already on his briefs, as he tugged them over his very impressive erection. He slid them down his legs and stepped out of them, then looked at me expectantly.

"Were you born in a barn!" I yelled in his face. "Pick up those clothes and

fold them neatly!" As he bent over to pick up his shirt, I landed a sharp crack on his butt with his belt. He yelped -- and I almost came on the spot. This was FAR more fun than I'd been expecting! I'd never been into dominance games, but then I'd never known any submissives. He quickly folded his clothes and lay them on the nearest chair.

"Right. This is what we're going to do." I reached out and took his chin firmly in my hand and stared into his eyes.

"You are going to obey my every command.

"You will obey my commands, instantly.

"You will speak only when permitted, and you will be properly respectful.

"Finally, you will not come, until I permit it.

"Hesitation will be punished.

"Disrespect will be punished.

"Disobedience will be punished more severely.

"Do you understand?"

"Ye-e-ss", he whispered.

"Yes, what! Is that respectful?"

"S-s-s-sorry. Yes ... mistress."

"That's better. You can call me Mistress, or you can call me Nanny.

"Now, turn around and bend over." I landed two sharp lashes, one on each butt-cheek. "That's for disrespect."

He sobbed, but managed to say, "Thank you, Nanny."

"Very good, boy. Is that the bedroom, upstairs?"

"Yes, Nanny."

"Lead the way, then."

We climbed the stairs, with me strapping him every few steps. His bum was turning a lovely shade of red, and his prick seemed to be getting even stiffer. Excellent -- the bedroom contained a lovely brass bed.

"Now, undress me!"

For the first time, he needed no encouragement, and he removed my dress carefully, then folded it and placed on the night-stand. Returning, he knelt before me and slid my now soggy thong down my thighs. As I stepped out of it, I ordered him to lick me. Not surprisingly, he turned out to be very proficient -- having tasted his wife's pussy, I wasn't at all surprised. I was new to eating pussy, but I wanted to eat Cathy's often, and wanted to do it well, so maybe I'd let him give me some pointers, later. I stood there, legs apart, with him kneeling in front of me, lapping avidly at my hole, and tonguing my clit. I felt the climax approaching and grabbed him by the hair, grinding my pussy on his nose and mouth. Suddenly, I noticed what he was doing with his hands, and lashed him across his back.

"What do you think you're doing? Did I give you permission to relieve yourself? What are the rules?"

He stammered, "uh ... I m-m-must obey you instantly ... I-I must b-be respectful ..."

"What else?"

"I forget Mistress!" he wailed.

"Typical boy. 'You will not come, until I permit it'. I'll have to write you a catechism.

"Now, turn back the sheets and lay face down on the bed."

I strapped him twice more -- "That's for forgetting the rules." Then I strapped him another two times -- "and that's for ruining my orgasm. Stay in that position."

I looked in the closet and found what I wanted -- a tie-rack. I removed two nice silk ones and returned to the bed.

"Give me your right hand."

He did, and I quickly tied it to the headboard.

"Now, roll over."

I tied his left hand to the other side of the bed. "Now we will finish what

you started."

I squatted over him, and lowered my still throbbing pussy to his face. He needed no more urging and started tonguing me again. He took my clit between his lips, and ran his tongue around and around it, occasionally thrusting deep with his tongue, or sucking my clit deep into his mouth. This time, my needs were quickly met, and again I came in squirts. To think that I didn't even know I could do that three days ago!

"Get every drop boy -- you don't want to have to explain to your friend how you ruined his mattress!"

He kept tonguing my clit, as I rubbed my breasts and pinched my nipples and

I came again -- with a scream. As the waves subsided, I leaned forward and took his throbbing cock in my hand.

"Very good, boy. Now I'm going to do something for you. But I'm not going to let you come tonight. I'm sending you home to your wife. You'll wake her, if necessary, and fuck her till she screams like that. If you do a good enough job, I'll let you come to my room and do the same for me after she goes back to sleep. Now, don't stop licking me..."

I stared with fascination at his cock. I didn't have a whole lot of experience, but it looked larger than most of the ones I'd had -- and definitely larger than the strap-on I'd used on his wife. I wrapped my left hand around the base, and my right hand above it, and the head was still well exposed. Yummy! I took his cock in my mouth, sliding slowly up and down the shaft. At first, I could barely even get the head in, but as he tongued me back toward another orgasm, I found I could manage to swallow more and more. Every time I felt him start to come, I'd withdraw and pinch the base of his penis just above the prostate. After three repeats, he was developing a serious case of blue-balls. He was begging me to let him come, and I had to spank him often to remind him that he didn't get to choose the time of his release.

When I finally decided that he couldn't take another dose, I climbed off him.

"Well done, slave. Now I'm sending you home to your wife."

"Please, Nanny! Please let me come!"

"Roll over!"

He hesitated, and I squeezed his balls hard. "Are you disobeying my order?"

"No, Nanny, please." He was sobbing, now, and his erection was subsiding.

He struggled to turn over. With both hands tied to the bedposts, it was awkward, but when he managed, I ordered him:

"Raise your ass!"

This time he quickly got his knees under him and raised his butt for me.

"Much better. How many lashes do you think you deserve, for questioning me?

Now, take your time -- you want to be right ... If you suggest a lower number than I think is appropriate, I'll double what I'm currently thinking."

I could see him caught between the desire to reduce his punishment, and the

knowledge that it would cost him more if he guessed wrong. Finally, he stammered:

"S-s-siixx, Nanny?"

"Very good. I had thought five. THIS time only, I'll let you off with five.

If it happens again, I'll take your suggestion."

When I'd finished, he was rock hard again, and crying from the pain, but he

thanked me for correcting him.

"Very good. I think you'll make a very good sex slave. Do you want to be my

slave?"

"Oh yes, Nanny!"

"Good boy. Now, remember what I said you have to do when you get home. Go to the bathroom and wash my cum off your face -- you don't want her to know what you've been doing, do you? But don't you dare jerk off in there. When you're done, get dressed. I'll call Cathy to tell her your plane's arrived."

"N-n-nanny, may I speak."

"Yes, boy, but be careful."

"Cathy is five months pregnant..."

"Silly boy -- don't you know anything about women yet? Sex won't hurt her, and YOU won't hurt her. Now, go on."

I untied him and he shuffled to the bathroom, trying not to irritate his flaming back and ass. I picked up my sopping thong, and deciding I didn't want to put it back on, tucked it in his pants pocket, then wriggled into my dress. I went down to the living room and called Cathy.

"Mission accomplished, sweetheart," I whispered into the phone. "I'm sending him home to you with a serious aching he needs to relieve ... You didn't tell me he likes to be dominated!"

"WHAT!", Cathy screamed into the phone.

"You didn't know? How could you not know? Oh, wow -- I'd assumed you must be

... Oh ... just 'wow!'

"Well, anyway, we've had fun and games, but I didn't let him come. I told him he had to fuck you till you screamed, and if he did a good enough job I'd let him come to my room after you fall asleep. So try not to be too loud -- much as I need a good fucking at this point, I'll be happy to deny myself to prove a point to him. If he doesn't do a good enough job with you to get to fuck me, he'll be even hornier tomorrow."

"Christie -- you are a devil!"

"Me? I'm completely innocent -- he brought this on himself ... Though I have

to admit, I am soooo hot. Will he be going in to the office in the morning? Can you leave after him? I really want to talk to you about this..."

"Oh, here he comes ... So, we'll be there in about 10 minutes, Cathy, OK? Bye."

"Ready then, boy? Let's talk about tomorrow before we leave. Is there a spare key for this place?"

"Yes, Nanny." He walked over to the kitchen and opened a draw, taking out a

key.

"Give that to me. Since classes haven't started, I presume you can get off for lunch at 12?"

"Yes, Nanny."

"Very well. You will be here at noon. I will arrive later, and I expect to find you kneeling on that rug, in front of the window, naked, with your hands laced behind your head and cock erect. I'll write out your catechism tonight, and I expect you to have it memorized. If you are good, I will grant you release."

"Thank you, Nanny."

"Then let's go."

When we got to John's car, he was still walking gingerly.

"Can you drive, or would you like me to do it?"

"Yes, Nanny, I'm fine!", he almost yelled.

Here, I'd just spent the last hour seriously challenging his manhood, and now he finally drew the line at me driving his fancy sports car. Boys and their toys... This was something I was definitely going to have to break him of. After all -- I'd really enjoyed driving his car!

It took about five minutes to get home. As usual, he became a different, one might say "driven", man behind the wheel, and he forgot all about me, so as he came to a stop in the garage, I told him, "Wait."

I reached over, and stroked his now flaccid cock through his pants. He turned towards me.

"Stop -- just sit there. I just want to be sure you're ready for Cathy. Go straight to bed. Afterward, I'll be waiting for you. I'll give you your catechism, and if you've done a good job with your wife, I'll let you fuck me. Is that what you want?"

"More than anything, Nanny!"

"More than your wife?"

He hesitated ... "Yes, Nanny!"

"I warned you about hesitation -- and this time, I suspect it's an outright lie. Perhaps, I'm being soft, but I'll let you get away with it for now. Now, go!"

He scurried into the house -- this time not even thinking about me, let alone opening my door. Very good -- he was learning that playing gentleman was not as important as obeying me. I followed him in, locked the door to the garage behind me, and entered the kitchen. Already I could hear John and Cathy talking in their bedroom just down the hall. I took the cork out of the bottle of Uruguayan Stagnari Tannat I'd opened for dinner, and poured myself a glass, then found a pad of paper and a pen and walked through to the living room.

Sitting in a comfy chair, with just a reading light on, I crossed my legs under me, and started to write:

Christie is my mistress,

I will obey my mistress in all things, without hesitation,

I will at all times be respectful,

I will come only when, where and with whom my mistress permits,

My mistress will teach me my duties,

and discipline my transgressions.

My mistress will protect me, as I will serve her.

I was pretty new to this, but that seemed to cover the basics.

As I finished, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex down the hall. So far, so good -- this had all started when Cathy had confessed to me that John no longer seemed to want to have sex with her because of her pregnancy. Suddenly, there was a load groan, and then Cathy's quiet voice suggesting that it was just a little anxiety, and they could start again. I stifled a laugh as I realized I'd got John so worked up that premature ejaculation was practically guaranteed. I took another sip of wine, as I heard John start to groan again -- but this time I knew Cathy was sucking his cock, getting him hard for another try. Just as well for him, I thought. On the second try, he might be able to get Cathy excited enough to scream before he reached his own climax!

I took another sip of wine, and hiked my dress above my hips. As I listened

to the soft sounds of their love making, I slipped a finger in my pussy and felt the beginnings of my own excitement. Tracing circles around my clit, I felt it harden and extend, just as I imagined was happening to John's cock. Listening to the changing tempo, and increasing sounds from Cathy, I could tell he was ready to try again. I took another drink as I heard the unmistakable sound of the headboard lightly slapping the wall. While my lovers' tempo increased, I put my wine down and put both hands to work. As I teased my clit with my left hand, I thrust three fingers deep into my cunt. In and out, in and out. I could feel the pressure building, as Cathy's vocalizations became louder and more frantic. Finally, just as I felt my own climax coming, Cathy and John screamed in unison. It was all I could do not to join them as the waves of my own pleasure took me away.

When it was over, I smiled. John had accomplished the task I'd set him, and

deserved his reward -- if he was in any state to claim it! I looked down at the seat cushion beneath me, and realized I'd soaked it. Thank God for leather upholstery! I stood, wiped it with my dress, swallowed the rest of my wine, and headed upstairs.

Some time later, I heard a soft tapping at my bedroom door.

"Nanny? Nanny?"

"Come in, John," I said, turning on the bedside light. "I heard -- you did a

good job. Before I forget -- here's your catechism. I expect you to have it memorized by the time I see you tomorrow afternoon. Now, it's time for you to service your mistress."

"Yes, Nanny. Thank you, Nanny."

"Take off your robe ... Very nice, but seem somewhat limp. Do you think you'll be able to get it hard for me again?"

"I don't know Nanny, but I beg you to be understanding if I can't -- I'm not

used to such a workout."

"Never mind, I doubt you have to worry. Just stand there."

I slid out of the bed and knelt before him. I took his limp rod between my hands and blew on the head. He gasped.

"Oh look, it's already coming to life!" I licked up and down the shaft, tasting his cum and Cathy's, mingled, and somehow so much more exciting than Cathy's alone. As it stiffened, I sucked the head into my mouth. I bobbed up and down, a couple of times, then drew back and released him.

"Much better! Now, fuck me!"

I stepped back and lay on the bed, John obligingly climbing between my legs. He felt my pussy and guided his cock to my opening.

"Do it, lover! Fuck me hard. But don't come inside me -- I want to taste your cum."

As any good slave would, he obeyed me instantly. I stroked my hands down his back as he eased into me, then grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way in.

"Oh, yes, you feel so good. Fuck me now." He started to pump his rod, slowly at first, but picking up speed as I got more and more wet.

"Oh, God, yes." I pulled his head down to my tits. "Bite them!"

He nibbled, tentatively: "Don't be such a baby. Hurt me!"

This time, he bit harder, and I gasped with pain and pleasure. "Ohhhhhh." I

felt the first orgasm hit, followed almost immediately by another.

"Oh, Mistress -- I'm going to come."

He pulled out and I scrambled from under him and, while he knelt with his tool in hand, I went to all fours on the bed.

"Fuck my mouth now -- just as hard as you fucked my cunt."

He didn't need any more instruction. Wrapping his hands in my short blonde hair, he started to thrust into my mouth. I gagged as I felt his big cock hit the back of my throat, but he quickly withdrew and then pounded in again. In and out, in and out. I was mesmerized and couldn't move anyway. Finally, he had me in his control, and I was letting him. Now that he was using me, rather than the other way around, I found my own release, and began to come continuously. I don't know how long he held out, but eventually pulled back until the head was just barely in my mouth. The first jet of his sperm spasmed out of his cock and I swallowed it. Then I pulled back and jerked him until I got another, bigger, shot. This hit my face, and ran down my chin. I directed a third at my tits, before he collapsed to the bed. I rubbed his cum all over my tits, then looked at him.

"Good boy. Now it's time for a lesson.

"Whenever I let you come in, or on, me, you will clean me up with your tongue when we're done. Do it now."

Obediently, he crawled toward me, and began to lick my tits. Getting them clean, I directed him to a spot on my belly, and then to my face. When he was finished, I pulled his face to me, kissed him deeply, and said, "Nanny, is very pleased. Now go back to your own bed, and I'll see you tomorrow."

The Nanny Chapter 05 ============================================================================

Not even a week into my new job as a part-time, live-in nanny, I'd been fucking the wife, Cathy, for three days, and had managed to seduce the husband, John, just last night. I was pretty sure I could have got him to 'cum' around sooner, except that he'd been out of town!

The next morning, I lay in bed until I heard the garage door opening, and John's car pulling out of the driveway. A moment later, I heard Cathy calling up the stairs.

"Christie? Are you awake?"

I leapt out of bed, naked, and went flying down the stairs.

"Look at you, young lady! You didn't want to put on even a little clothing?

What if John forgot his wallet or something?"

"Oh, God, Cathy, I just have to talk about last night. It was amazing -- you

wouldn't believe! I could have made him do anything!" I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lips. She opened to me immediately, and we just kissed for the next few minutes, exploring each others mouths and bodies -- her hands roving all over me as I struggled to pull her t-shirt over her head without breaking the kiss.

I'd never been attracted to women, but Cathy's Asian features, huge tits, world-class legs and waist-length black hair entrapped me the first time I saw her. Now, I couldn't get enough of her.

Finally, we broke long enough to get her shirt off, and she said: "Thank you, Christie. He came home so horny last night, that we had the best sex EVER. And if that wasn't enough, he fucked me just 10 minutes ago, and now his cum is dripping down my leg. Come and help me clean up!"

Giggling like a pair of grade-school girls, we ran hand-in-hand down the hall to her bedroom, where I threw her on her bed and dove into her muff. I licked the stream of cum from the inside of her thigh, then moved on to her pussy. Swirling my tongue around and around her outer lips, I cleaned off every trace of their combined juices, then I reached forward and spread her lips gently with the index fingers of both hands, and delicately dipped my tongue into her tunnel.

Cathy groaned with pleasure, and I lapped deeper. I'd tasted both Cathy and

John before, and loved them both, but I was thrilled to find that their combined flavors made as much difference as blending Merlot and Cabernet to make a fine Bordeaux. [I study enology -- I'm afraid I can't help using wine metaphors!] I raised my head and looked up at Cathy's face. She grinned at me, then took hold of both ears and forced my face back down to her pussy. I happily resumed my breakfast.

I ran my tongue the length of her slit, then deep into her vagina. I slurped and sucked, then pulled back and nibbled at her inner lips, then back again as deep as my tongue could reach. Cathy began to moan When I could no longer taste John's cum, only Cathy's free flowing honey, I pulled back a little and pulled on her clit with my lips, wrapping my tongue around it, then flicking across it. I felt the tremors building in her body, then her hips began to buck and I reached up to find her nipples and twisted them gently.

"Ohhhh. Christie, make me cum! Ahhhhhhhhh!"

She shuddered once more, and collapsed -- literally drained, as I swallowed the last of her juice. I slid up to lie next to her and rested my head on her beautiful breasts.

"When do you have to leave for work?"

"I'm officially seeing my obstetrician, right now -- so around 10:00."

Cathy was five months pregnant with her second child, so she could probably

get away with that story pretty often -- and if her co-workers thought she was seeing the OB rather often, they'd just be sympathetic to a mother having a difficult pregnancy.

"Oh, great! Thanks for the promotion -- as far as I can tell you're doing fine. But I'm worried that you may not be getting enough sex, so I'll write you a prescription."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate your concern."

"That's DOCTOR sweetheart, please. Show some respect."

We laughed, and then she asked the question she'd been aching to have answered -- "So what happened last night?"

"Well, I met him at the airport, and he tried to kiss my cheek, but I maneuvered him into kissing me on the lips, and when I showed him how willing I was, it turned into a pretty steamy clench! So, it turned out that he just happens to be looking after a colleague's apartment, where I agreed to go with him -- did you know about this place?"

"Sure. Erich is German, and still has projects going on back home, so he spends a lot of time back there."

"You don't think he's taking other women back there, do you?"

"No, I really believe you're the first woman he's tried to cheat with."

"Well, anyway, when we got to his car, he tried to slip his hand up my dress, and I told him he was a naughty boy, and Nanny might have to discipline him. You should have seen him light up! Did you really not know that he liked to be dominated?"

"Cross my heart, I had no idea!'

"As soon as we were in the apartment, I made him give me his belt and strip

-- then when he just dropped his clothes on the floor, I called him a slob and strapped him with his own belt. I took him to the bedroom, tied him to the bed, and came all over him -- but I wouldn't let HIM cum! I told him I was sending him home to you."

"You primed his pump beautifully, my dear! He was a little overexcited, and

had an accident when we first started..."

"I know -- I was sitting in the living room with a glass of wine, listening," I smirked.

"... but that meant that when I got him stiff again, he was able to do an especially good job. He was particularly attentive."

"So, can we keep him? Can we make him our sex slave?", I asked anxiously.

"A wise man once said, 'No man can serve two masters.' Strange as it may seem, at a time like this, it feels like a violation of my marriage vows. I didn't promise to "honor and obey", but neither did he. So, I'm afraid we can't, dear."

I must have looked like somebody had just kicked my dog, because she laughed and said: "but I don't mean you shouldn't, silly. I'm cool with you making him your slave, just as long as you remember that he's MY husband. It's a huge turn-on for me, and apparently for him. I just don't think I can bring myself to discipline him, myself ... except, of course, for the punishment he deserves for cheating on me!"

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the bestest birthday present ever!"

"I thought your birthday was in February," she said, puzzled.

"It is! Thanks for giving me my present early!"

"You're welcome -- there's something else I should be doing for you, too," and she started to stroke my pussy.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to just lay here like this until you have to go. I've had more sex in the last three days than in the entire last year, and I'm well sated. I'd just like to cuddle with the woman I love."

"I love you, too, sweetheart."

After a moment, I wondered: "You do appreciate the irony, I hope, of wanting to punish him for cheating on you, while we're lying here after I just finished eating you?"

"That's not the same thing at all! I always wanted us to share you, and he wanted you for himself."

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, a little skeptically -- after all, they hadn't 'shared'

me, though we'd all had sex with each other at different times. Still, Mama always said not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Of course, Mama would have told me not to get into this sort of situation, too, but what does she know? The mere existence of my step-father suggests she isn't an expert in relationship planning.

"So what's the next step?"

"Well, I'm new to the 'Domme' business, myself, so I'm just winging it. But

I'll make another trip to 'Venus and Adonis' this morning, to pick up a few accessories. I absolutely need some restraints and a collar, but Jill will know what I need."

"Is this the same Jill who introduced you to the pleasures of womanly love?

Should I be jealous?"

"Yes, and no! I did tell you that making love to a woman didn't turn me on until I met you. Perhaps, it was because I'm turned on by dominating John -- Jill's dominant, too. I didn't know that then, but it would certainly explain our incompatibility. One of these days, I'll have to introduce you and John to Jill and Stephanie, her ... slave, I guess. I'm not really sure what the correct term would be -- they are certainly not 'partners', except perhaps in the business sense, but I think Stephanie only stays because she wants to, which isn't really a 'slave' relationship.

"Anyway, I'll spend the afternoon training him. If all goes well, you can join us on Saturday -- I'll have him tied and blindfolded, and you can decide when you want to reveal yourself."

"Oh, God, I can hardly wait!"

She kissed me, and this time when I felt her hand move between my legs, I didn't try to stop her. I rolled onto my back, and she followed me. Taking a nipple into her mouth she rolled it in her tongue, then spat it out like a peach pit, repeating the process on the other side.

"I love your beautiful little peaches, my dear."

"I'm pretty fond of those enormous melons you're waving at me too," I said,

squeezing a nipple and making her tremble. "But I wouldn't want the strain it must put on your back."

Laughing, she swung her leg across my face, then with the previously mentioned fruits dragging sensuously across my belly, licked her way south. As her tongue passed my belly button, her pussy came into view and I puller her hips towards my face. Just as my outstretched tongue reached her pussy, I felt hers touch my clit, and a small tremor ran from my vagina up through my belly.

Cathy slowly ate me to ecstasy as I tried to do the same for her.

"Ooh -- I don't taste my John in there."

"Sorry -- I'll save some for you next time," I panted. "I made him cum on me, and then lick me clean, as part of his training."

"'S okay. You always taste so sweet."

I didn't have a chance to respond, as I'd found a particularly effective spot to nibble, and she gasped and her thighs clenched hard on my head, putting an end to chat.

We took it slow and gentle, the tension slowly building. I licked her pussy

lips, probing as deeply as I could with my tongue, thrusting deep into her channel, then pulling back to suck her clit into my mouth, and twirl my tongue around it. Since I couldn't use my hands on her cunt, I played with her breasts, stroking them both and tugging lightly on the nipples.

Meanwhile, Cathy was using tongue, lips and fingers on me. As she pushed three fingers deep into my hole, and licked my clit, I felt myself getting closer to climax. I nudged her forward a couple of inches, allowing my tongue to move further down her slit, then on until I touched her anus.

She shrieked, and raised her butt out of my reach, then slowly sank back to

my face.

"Sorry," she apologized. "That was just a surprise. Do it again ... please." She applied her tongue back to my pussy.

I licked straight across her hole, then started to spiral around it with my

tongue, slowly getting closer to the center. When I reached my target, she sighed, and as my tongue pressed more firmly on the very centre of her asshole, the sphincter relaxed briefly and let me in. I'd had a finger in here, and she always came quickly afterwards, but never my tongue. I expected I had very little time.

Cathy was clearly getting very excited -- and so was I! Her fingers were moving faster and faster in my wet hole, and we were both short of breath. I probed her rosebud with my tongue, circling it and feeling it first relax, then suddenly constrict again as her orgasm arrived.

"I'm cumming!!", she screamed -- then thrust the hand in my twat, as far as it would go. The pain was enough to trip me, and I joined her scream as I came too.

As we sank almost back into sleep, the baby monitor awoke to the sound of little Kevin's cries. I dragged myself back to wakefulness, and suggested: "You go and have your shower and I'll take care of Kevin -- and make coffee for you."

"You're a wonderful nanny. Thank you."

After Cathy left for work -- taking Kevin with her to drop at the daycare on

the way -- I had my own shower, and planned my day. I had about two hours if I was to be prepared before I had to meet John. I got out the clothes I intended to wear for him: a red leather Merry Widow, which makes my tits look bigger than they really are and leaves my nipples exposed, and thigh-high boots with six inch heels. I decided panties would be either surplus or impossible (who really wants to wear a leather thong?) I stuffed them into my backpack, and got on my bicycle, headed downtown.

I locked up the bike in front of Jill's boutique, just as Stephanie was opening for the day.

"Hi Steff, is Jill here?", I asked the tall, boyish looking, South Asian woman.

"Hi Christie, she's in the back."

I went through the "Employees Only" curtain to the stock room. A petite blonde in a mini-skirt was bent over reaching for something on the bottom shelf, exposing pretty much everything there was to see. I reached under the skirt and squeezed her buns.

"Eeek!" Jill had a diminutive squeak to go with her stature. She wheeled around, eyes spitting fire and hand raised to slap me.

When she saw who it was, she stopped in mid-swing, and hugged me instead, planting a big kiss on my lips.

"Christie, what brings you here twice in one week? Things must be going well with your new lady-friend. Have you finally decided to play on my team?"

"Well, since you ask, and since you're special to me ..."

"Not special enough!"

"... things are going quite well thanks. I don't understand it, Jill -- you're a great friend, but I just never felt any sexual attraction to you, but Cathy hits all my buttons. I'm sorry."

"Don't be! If the sex had worked out, I'd have had to dominate you, and then we probably couldn't have stayed friends. I have my pets for fun, and I have you for a friend. Things are working just fine!"

"Er... that's what I need to see you about."

"What?"

"The domination thing. I need a set of restraints and a collar."

"Christie! You know I can't be shocked, but I must say I'm astonished. You're claiming her? You ARE joining my team!"

"Not exactly."

"What, 'not exactly'? If you're not claiming her, why would you need the collar?"

"It's not her ... it's her husband."

"Why, Christie -- you sly fox! I am very nearly shocked!"

We went back out to the front of the store, where Jill showed me various restraints, and I chose a set of four padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs,

with a matching collar.

"You need a whip."

"I don't need a whip. It's not going to be that sort of relationship."

"He's a sub -- maybe he wants to be whipped."

"If he needs to be hurt that much, I'll send him to you -- I'm into FUN and a little humiliation, not pain and injury."

"Well, thanks for the offer," Jill replied, "but you know I don't do men."

"Then he'll just have to live without the pain," I retorted.

"OK, then -- no whips, but you have to have something to discipline him with. How about this riding crop?"

She showed me what looked (at least to someone who's never ridden a horse) to be a normal riding crop -- though the handle seemed a bit long -- but then she pulled the handle apart. It turned out that the leather on the handle was just a cover, and underneath it was a 10" dildo. The tip of the cover ended in a ring, which I'd be able to clip to my bustier.

"Ooh! Very sexy. I'll take it."

I picked up a leather blindfold/mask, and a ball gag, to complete the collection, and headed to the counter to pay for everything.

"What about your own ensemble?"

"Got it covered -- or not... as the case may be," I laughed, opening my backpack, to show her. She pulled out the bustier and held it in front of me.

"Oh, Christie ... it's so ... so ...."

"Cliché?" I suggested.

"Exactly!"

"Then check out the rest."

She reached into the pack to find what else I had, pulling out a matching boot.

"Oh... my... That takes cliché right over the top."

We all laughed, including Stephanie. I paid for my purchases, and Jill hugged me again, kissed me, and made me promise to tell her everything that transpired. I put my new toys in my pack, and headed for the door. As I opened the door, Stephanie's soft voice stopped me:

"Good luck ... Mistress."

"Why, thank you Steff. That's kind of you."

I left the shop feeling a new tingle in my nipples and clit. I guess that's

what I was, now: a Mistress; a Domme.

I made one more stop, at an auto supply store, on my way to the apartment, getting there about 30 minutes before John was due. Excellent!

The master bedroom was a loft above the apartment's kitchen, looking out over the living room, and separated from the open space by an iron railing. I took my purchase from the auto supply store -- a ratcheting tie-down -- and fastened it to the railing, dropping the ends down above the kitchen counter, about 8 feet apart. Now, I'd be able to clip John's cuffs to the hooks on the end of the tie-down, pull on the loose end of rope, to tighten it, and I'd have a serviceable punishment frame. I tucked the loose ends back on the floor of the bedroom, so that he wouldn't see them, and proceeded to undress. By the time I had dressed in my Domme's outfit, I was so hot I couldn't wait for John to arrive. I turned back the sheets and lay on the bed, fingering myself idly.

I was pretty wet, and as I stroked my clit and pinched my nipples where they peeked over the top of my bustier, I came quickly. I was just beginning to get my breath back when I heard a key in the lock downstairs. I hurried into the bathroom, just in case he came up the stairs -- there was no reason he should, but I didn't want him to see me just yet. When he didn't come upstairs immediately, I crept out of the bathroom and peered through the railing at the room below.

He stood there, back to me, quickly removing his clothes. I noted that he was folding them carefully. He was a quick learner. Too bad, but I imagined it wouldn't be too hard to find something that he needed to be corrected for! He pulled a sheet of paper from the pocket of his pants and scanned it quickly, then folded it and placed it with his clothes. He knelt on the rug, facing the window. Checking the time on my phone, I saw that it was 12:01. Perfect! He was a minute late. He was now in profile to me, and I could see as he began to stroke his cock, which stiffened quickly. Placing his hands at the back of his neck, he waited quietly for me. I just lay on the floor of the bedroom watching him, until I saw his cock begin to sag again, then I crept down the stairs, with my bag of toys in hand and, just as he lowered his right hand, I spoke from immediately behind him.

"Don't turn around!"

He jerked, and slapped his hand back behind his neck.

"I ordered you to be here at noon, kneeling, hands behind your head and cock hard. You were late! You didn't have your hands behind your head."

I slowly walked around him, letting him see me for the first time. I looked

down, and feigned disappointment.

"And look at that sorry excuse for a cock!", I sighed theatrically.

I reached into the pack and pulled out the wrist cuffs.

"Put those on." I reached for the second pair: "and put those on your ankles. You needn't remain kneeling."

"Yes, Nanny!" he scrambled to obey. As he did, I pulled out the riding crop, and clipped it at my hip. His eyes widened as he recognized what it was -- and what it was for.

"Now this." I pulled the cock-ring out of the bag.

John just looked confused. "I'm s-s-sorry, N-Nanny. I d-don't know what it is." He trembled.

"Don't be frightened, pet. There's no reason you should be familiar with it

... yet. If I tell you that this part is a cock-ring, then I imagine you should be able to figure out what the other part is..."

His blush confirmed that he did indeed.

"Still, it might need a little lubrication" -- and I reached down to my pussy, rubbing the ball of the anal plug up and down my slit, before plunging it in and out of my hole a few times.

"What a coincidence! Your cock appears to be ready now." I handed the well-lubricated toy to him, and watched as he worked the ring over his erection. When the ring was seated firmly at the base of his cock, he paused.

"What are you waiting for, slave? What have I told you about hesitation?"

"Sorry, Mistress, I-I was unsure how to insert it."

Another theatrical sigh, from me, as I unclipped my riding crop. "Do I have

to teach you everything?"

"Yes, please, Nanny."

I suspected I'd seen the beginning of a smirk as he answered, but he wiped it off his face before I could be sure. I stepped behind him, and gave him a good smack across both buttocks, anyway.

"Kneel! Spread your legs! Now, reach behind you and take hold of the plug. Insert."

He grimaced as the plug spread his virgin asshole, then gasped as it popped

into place.

I spanked him again: "What do you say?"

"Thank you for instructing me, Nanny."

"That's better. Now, put your hands behind your head, again. Whenever I tell you to kneel, this is the position you will take. Now, recite your catechism."

"Christie is my mistress,

"I will obey my mistress in all things, without hesitation,

"I will at all times be respectful,

"I will come only when, and where my mistress permits,

"My mistress will teach me my duties, and discipline my transgressions.

"My mistress will protect me, as I will serve her."

"Almost. You 'will come only when...'?"

"...when, where and with whom, my mistress permits!"

"Better. Now repeat it."

This time he got it right.

"Very good." I pulled one more item from my pack, and fastened the collar snugly round his neck, then clipped his wrist cuffs to the back of the collar.

I walked around to place myself in front of him again, placed my hand on his head. "I claim you to my service. Kiss me!" I guided his face down to my pussy and, getting the hint, he spread my nether lips with his tongue, then sucked my clit gently between his lips.

"Good boy. Hold that pose, I'll be right back."

I took my time, going upstairs to lower the ends of the tie-down again, then using the bathroom. Coming down the stairs, again, I noticed he was already learning to use the cock ring. He would twitch slightly, applying tension to the leash between the ring and the butt-plug, and when he relaxed again, his cock was a little stiffer. God! He was getting himself off, even without touching himself!

When I returned, I ordered him to stand -- and when his leg cramped and he stumbled I gave him another stroke for "hesitation". I ordered him to stand

in front of the kitchen counter, where I released his wrists from his collar, and clipped them to the tie-down. Then I pulled the free end tight, stretching his arms both out and up, and making him rise slightly on his toes to relieve the pressure on his shoulders.

"Thank you, Nanny."

"You're welcome, pet. We have to deal with a few issues with your training,

don't we."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Why don't you tell me what those are?" From behind, I stroked the riding crop down his cheek, then down his back to the cleft of his butt, finally stroking his balls with the tip.

"I was late arriving to our ap-p-pointment, Nanny ... I-I was not in the position you ordered... And ...", he blushed, and whispered "and my cock was not hard, Nanny."

"Three violations, pet? Is that all?"

"I did not have my catechism memorized, Nanny."

"Anything else?"

"No, Nanny!"

"What were you doing when I was upstairs?"

"Waiting for you, Nanny!"

"I saw you." Thwack! "You were using the plug to jerk yourself off!" Thwack!

"No, Nanny!"

"Never lie to me, pet." I gave him another stroke across both buns.

"Yes, Nanny! I was."

"That's better, boy. But I will still have to punish you."

"Thank you, Nanny."

"I think though, that you might be perhaps a little loud, so we have one more toy for you." I went back to my pack and brought out the ball gag. I made sure he got a good look at it.

"Open wide, pet." He obeyed immediately, and I fit the gag in his mouth and

fastened it behind his head. "Now, I think ten strokes would be appropriate, don't you?" He nodded enthusiastically -- knowing that if he disagreed, I'd pretend he wanted more.

I had to be careful, now. I was brand new to this and didn't know how much he could take. I'd already given him more strokes than yesterday, and I was proposing ten more. Nothing to do but get on with the job. I lashed him across his stretched shoulders.

"One." I hadn't even raised a welt -- he could certainly take more than this.

"Two." This one lower, and harder. He stretched onto his toes. That worked better. A faint red line showed.

"Three... Four... Five." He was groaning, now.

"Six... Seven... Eight." More groaning. With a start, I realized it was me,

now.

His back was a criss-crossing of red lines, but nothing looked too deep, and I hadn't drawn blood. I couldn't wait. I gave him one more half-hearted stroke on each butt-cheek, then reached up to release the ratchet holding him in place. I was shaking so hard that it took me three tries, but as it released, he collapsed to his knees. I struggled to get him unclipped, then helped him to his feet.

"Come on! I need you now!" I grabbed him by his cock and pulled him towards

the stairs. He staggered but followed willingly. In the bedroom, I turned to kiss him, and realized he was still wearing the ball gag.

"Oops!" I fumbled at the strap and finally got it off. "Now, fuck me -- and you know I want it hard!"

He spun me round, pushed me face first onto the bed, and plunged his cock straight into my cunt.

"Oh, YES!!!!!!!!!"

"Oh, Nanny, you're so hot and tight!" We were both way beyond subtlety now,

and I could feel his balls slap my clit on every stroke, each one harder than the last.

"Nanny, I can't hold on much longer, I'm going to come."

"Do it, pet, come in me noooooowwww!" An explosion rocked my cunt, rolling up my entire body.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!!!!" John came with me, and as I felt his cum filling me, I came again, almost as strongly as before. John kept pumping until his cock was empty, then pulled out of me, rolled me over, and promptly dropped to his knees at the side of the bed, placing his mouth over my pussy lips, and licking and sucking me clean.

"Thank you -- John." It was the first time I'd used his name since he arrived.

"Thank you, Nanny!"

I rolled off the bed and looked at him. The cock ring had kept him stiff.

"Oh, that's beautiful. Now, I owe you a reward. Would you like to fuck my ass?"

"Nanny! May I, really?"

"Yes, pet. Be careful, though, I've never had a cock there." It didn't seem

necessary to mention that I had been using a vibrator there for months, fantasizing that it was his tool.

Again, he bent me over the side of the bed, and reached between my legs to moisten his fingers with my juices, then began to massage my ass, working my own cum into the crack of my ass, and then gently into my asshole. As he worked, he frequently reached forward to lube his fingers from my pussy, which was working overtime to provide him what he needed. He slipped one finger into my ass, worked it, then a second. As he stretched my hole, I relaxed, and felt him probing deeper. He leaned over and murmured into my ear.

"Ready, Nanny."

"Yes, pet. Do it, now, please."

He stuffed his rod up my pussy, just once, then pulled out, positioning himself at my darker gate. I felt a momentary pressure on my bud, then the head had slipped inside.

"Oh!"

"Is it alright, Nanny?" he asked, with obvious concern.

"It's fine, pet -- I was expecting it to be more painful. You're very talented -- gentle when I need you to be, and .... ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" His shaft was slowly, inexorably, plowing my (technically) virgin ass, and it felt wonderful. An inch at a time, he eased his shaft deeper into my bowels, filling me in a way I'd never been filled before.

"Ohmigod, that feels good.

"More...!"

John's cock isn't huge, but it is certainly bigger than my vibrator, and I can't work the vibrator in my own ass the way he can work his cock. His cock finally bottomed out, and I felt his pubes against my buns. Then he started to stroke, pulling out slowly until I felt his glands once again pulling on my anal ring, then pumping back in."

"Faster...!"

He really didn't need to be told -- every stroke was just a little faster than the last.

"HARDER!"

This was the fourth time he'd fucked me, and by now I guess he knew the routine -- mouth, cunt or ass, when I told him to fuck me, I wanted it hard, and after the abuse I'd given him, he was more than prepared to return the favor. By this point, every time he bottomed out, MY bottom was lifted off the bed, and my thighs were being bruised where they rested against the bed frame. As I started to come, he reached his right hand around, thrust it in the cup of my bustier, and squeezed my tit hard. The pain sent me over the top, and I had my first screaming orgasm.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! You BAAASSSTAAARD!"

He released the tit, only to concentrate more force on the nipple itself. Twisting it hard made me come again.

"Aaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" I screamed.

That was enough for John, and I felt him start to pump his jazz into my ass. It seemed to go on forever, and when I felt the cum leaking around his cock, and down my slit, I came once more.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh ... God...," I sighed and collapsed as a series of smaller tremors continued to shake me.

As his iron rod turned into a limp noodle, he gently withdrew, with a slight 'pop', then knelt, spreading my ass-cheeks with his hands to lick my asshole clean. When my butt and thighs were clean of his cum, he rolled me over to clean my pussy again.

"Good boy. Now go into the bathroom and remove the plug and cock-ring -- it's not safe to wear a ring too long. Clean it off and find somewhere to keep it -- you'll be needing it again tomorrow. When you're done, we'll talk about your homework."

When he returned, I told him what I wanted from him.

"First, tomorrow I expect to see you here at the same time. You will be wearing your collar, cuffs and cock-ring, and kneeling in the same place. I have one more toy downstairs -- a blindfold. You'll be wearing that, too. We're going to deal with the issue of your marital infidelity. I think we'll have a lot of fun, pet.

"Now, for tonight's homework. I don't know when you expect Cathy to get home, but make sure you're home before her. As soon as she gets in the house, you will get her into your bedroom -- do whatever it takes -- and you will fuck her. I don't care if she resists -- I don't care if she absolutely refuses. Do whatever it takes!"

"B-b-but N-nanny! She's my wife!"

"Are you going to disobey me, boy?"

He hung his head, obviously in agony, but muttered: "No, Nanny... I will obey."

"Good boy. If you do as you're told, you can come to my room again, tonight, after she's asleep.

"Now, unlace me -- it was a bitch trying to get this bustier on, and I'll be

damned if I'm going to unfasten it by myself when I've got help. I'm going to change, and go home. You shower and clean up in here, and I'll see you later."

The Nanny Chapter 06 ============================================================================

As I cycled home from the apartment where John and I had been "cheating" on his wife (that is, HE was cheating -- but he didn't know that I had Cathy's full approval and she knew everything that was going on), I wondered if I really

should tell Cathy what was coming next.

John was my new slave, and to test my control, I'd ordered him to fuck his wife as soon as she got home -- to rape her if necessary. On the other hand, Cathy was my lover, and as much as the idea of forcing her was turning me on, I didn't think I could do that to her. By the time I got home (my home is the same as their home -- officially I'm their live-in nanny), my conscience had won out, and I phoned Cathy at work.

"Hi love, can you talk?"

"Christie! How did it go?"

"Simply amazing! I had him bound, gagged, strapped, and the sex was phenomenal! He'll be ready for you tomorrow. But we have to talk about the homework I gave him. I want you to know you don't have to go along with this -- if you don't want to, I'll call him and tell him it was just a test."

"What? Don't be such a tease -- what do you want me to do?"

"I told him to drag you into the bedroom as soon as you got home, and take you by force if necessary."

"Ooh, kinky."

"Right, like nothing we've done so far has been kinky!

"So, your choices are: you can tell me you don't want to do it; you can fight him, and let him think he's really raping you; or you can just have great sex."

"Since I'm at work," she lowered her voice, "suffice it to say I'll go along. We can talk about it later."

"OK! When will you be home?"

"Uh... I have a few chores to do after work, probably not until past 6. Do you think you could whip up something for dinner, and I'll get John to pick up Kevin."

"No problem -- but never mind calling John, I'll walk over with the stroller and get Kevin. It's my job after all."

"You're a doll! Thanks Christie."

"See you later, then. Dinner at 7, gives you time for sex first. I love you."

"You, too ... bye."

I was feeling so good at this point, that I absolutely HAD to make dinner. Food, Sex, Wine -- not necessarily in that order! What else is there?

The "sex" part of the great trio was taken care of -- though I was dying to

get to the stage where it was a threesome, rather than three different pairings.

"Wine" could have been a problem, because of the stupid, puritanical, laws of this country. Even though I could go to school to study wine and wine-making, I couldn't actually legally drink it -- and certainly couldn't buy it -- though I'd already spent a year in France, drinking and helping to make it. Fortunately, John had put me in charge of his wine-cellar. John didn't know wine, but he had pretty good taste, which meant that he had only bought drinkable wines. Some of them needed to be drunk soon, as they weren't meant for keeping, and some were perhaps overpriced when he got them, but there was nothing there I wouldn't drink -- or encourage my lovers to drink. Too bad Cathy was five months pregnant -- I might have to find her some particularly tasty cranberry juice...

Since this was going to be our first meal together since I'd moved in, I was thrilled to have the chance to make it and decided we'd go with a simple seafood linguine and an Alsatian Gewurztraminer. I'd hit the market a couple of blocks away for fresh fish, and pick up Kevin on the way home.

John came home a little before five, to find Kevin and I playing on the living room floor.

"Hi Christie, I guess Cathy's home already?"

"No, she called and said she had some chores, and wouldn't be here until about 6. I volunteered to make dinner and pick up Kevin. But all the preparation for dinner is done, and it's just a matter of 10 minutes to cook the pasta, so perhaps you'd like an appetizer, while we wait for Cathy."

Just in case he couldn't take a hint, I spread my legs wide and hiked up my

skirt, so that he could see my naked pussy.

"Yes, Nanny!" He fell into his role immediately, picking Kevin up and almost throwing him into his play pen.

"Don't forget his toys, pet!" I laughed, as I stood up and moved to the leather armchair. I threw a leg over each arm of the chair, and lay back as he rushed to kneel in front of me.

"Slowly pet, take it slowly. If you do a good job, I'll do the same for you."

He reached forward, spreading my lips with the thumb of each hand, while the index fingers stroked up each side of my clit. His tongue ran up the inside of my left thigh, up the length of my slit to caress my hot button, then back down the other leg. On the second repeat, I wriggled forward slightly, and taking my lead, instead of continuing the pattern, he moved on to my asshole. Sighing, I pulled my knees back and out, to give him better access, and his tongue probed and reamed my ass, while his fingers continued to pleasure my quim.

I moaned.

"I still taste myself there, Nanny," he said with obvious pride.

"What makes you think that's you?" I asked, slightly short of breath.

"Oh ... sorry, Nanny." I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

"I'm just kidding you, pet. You took that cherry, and I have no plans to offer my ass to anybody else as long as you serve me... and soooooo well," I groaned as he applied his tongue once again.

For a while there was no more talking, only pleased murmurings from my slave and increasingly excited vocalizations by me. As he licked my ass and cunt, alternating between them, John continued to stroke my clit and pussy lips. I was getting wetter and wetter, hotter and hotter. Involuntarily, my hips bucked, trying to increase the contact with his tongue and fingers. He slipped two fingers deeper into my twat, probing for my g-spot while the thumb of the same hand flicked by clit. My body writhed in ecstasy, and then the index finger of his other hand pressed into my no-longer virgin rosebud, and entered with what seemed like an audible pop. That was it for me, and I came all over his hand and face, with a scream that started Kevin crying.

"I'm sorry, Nanny, I'm sorry!"

"It's not your fault, pet, and I'm very happy with your service. Just pick him up and comfort him."

John rushed to the play pen and picked up his son, holding him to his chest

and jiggling him gently. It seemed like the perfect time for the reward I'd promised him -- kneeling in front of him, I quickly had his pants to his knees.

"Don't move, pet -- if you trip and hurt Kevin, Cathy will kill you."

"If she catches us, Cathy will kill me, Nanny!"

"Then we mustn't let her, must we." With that, I slipped his briefs over his cock and plunged my head onto his shaft. As his son bounced at his shoulder, I bounced below. Soon I was deep throating him, taking the whole length, and he was rocking back and forth, trying to please both me and Kevin at the same time.

"God, Nanny, I'm going to come!"

I pulled off him, smiled as I continued to stroke his cock with my hand, and warned him: "Hang onto the baby!" His first spurt hit my face, running down my cheeks and chin. I bent forward to take the second in my hair, and then let the rest splash on my tits and low-cut t-shirt.

"Thank you, Nanny," he sighed.

He put Kevin back in the pen, still hiccupping softly, and proceed to finish his duty. He knelt before me and licked the cum first off my shirt, then my exposed breasts. Standing up, he ran the wet strands of my hair between his lips, then kissed his cum from my face. When he was done, I put my hands around his neck and kissed his lips. We necked for a couple more minutes, while our hands roamed each others bodies. When we broke, I suggested he needed to shower before Cathy got home.

"Right, thank you Nanny."

"Don't take too long, though. I need to change, too."

When Cathy strolled in, just after 6, John and I had jointly given Kevin his dinner and put him to bed. Cathy barely had time to say 'Hi' to me, when John called from the bedroom. She winked at me and hurried down the hall. I heard her gasp, then:

"John, no, I need to pee first!"

Another, louder gasp was followed by a tearing sound and "John! Oh, John! Ohhh!!" Mission accomplished! That boy could follow orders. I started the water for the pasta. After ten minutes of fairly normal sex sounds -- to which I was listening intently! -- I heard something that completely surprised me.

"Come in my tits, lover."

Had I heard right? 'In' her tits? I just had to know, and I crept down the hall to peek. Cathy was still fully clothed in her business attire -- except for a torn pair of panties on the floor. There was John, kneeling over her face, aiming his cock at her wondrous cleavage. Her huge breasts were still encased in her bra, and he slowly pressed his rod -- slick with Cathy's honey -- at the junction. Soon, he was plunging between her tits -- her cleavage so large that he could get more than half of his cock inside. Just as it became obvious he was about to come, she licked and squeezed his balls, and he came in a gush inside her bra.

I tiptoed back to the kitchen, then called: "Dinner in fifteen minutes!" and threw the linguine in the pot.

Cathy was the first to return to the kitchen. Her hair brushed and make-up touched-up, but she was wearing the same clothes she'd had on when she got home -- and there was a noticeable wet spot in her blouse, at the middle of her bra! I checked that there was no sign of John yet, and Cathy leaned towards me.

"We've got a couple of minutes -- John's in the bathroom preening."

She reached for me and we kissed comfortably for a minute -- then I dipped my finger between her beautiful boobs, scooping up a glob of thick cum. She giggled as I sucked my finger clean.

"You were watching!"

"Hey, the big wet spot on your blouse was a clue ... but yeah, I was watching! He can't do that with me!"

"Yes, you're so flat, I'm surprised he notices you're a girl -- do you think maybe he's into boys?"

We laughed like the good friends we'd become. I'm NOT flat, but my 32Bs just don't begin to 'stack' up to Cathy's bounty, and we always joked about the difference.

"Sit! I'll finish up here."

I poured her a glass of cranberry juice, and opened the wine for John and I, then drained the pasta and tossed the salad. The salad was in the center of the table, and I was just placing a plate of pasta in front of Cathy when John arrived and sat down across from his wife.

Throughout the meal, John couldn't manage to tear his eyes from the growing

wet spot on his wife's blouse. Cathy and I kept up a string of small talk, pretending we had no idea what was keeping John's attention. Meanwhile I kicked off my sandals, and played footsie with both of them. I expect Cathy knew what I was doing, but John still had no idea of my relationship with Cathy. Tomorrow, all would be revealed! Between the two of us, John was completely unable to concentrate, and we teased him mercilessly.

Dinner finished, I "suggested" John wash the dishes and clean up. Cathy said she was going up to look in on Kevin and I went with her. She did look in on him, but in no time at all we were in my room necking.

"So tell all!"

And I did -- how John had arrived at the apartment we were using when I was

already waiting upstairs, how I'd humiliated him, tied him up, spanked him with a riding crop, and generally had my way with him -- and the sex had been hot.

While I was telling her this, I'd been unbuttoning her blouse. I slipped it

from her shoulders and released her enormous breasts from the confinement of her bra. Then I plunged my face between her tits and licked John's cum from between them.

When I'd cleaned her up, I continued with my plan for tomorrow.

"He's been instructed to be waiting in the apartment at noon: naked, collared and blindfolded. So we can show up after that and I'll let myself in, check that he IS blindfolded, and you can come in behind me when you hear me tell him that I'm satisfied that he's followed orders.

"I'll get him into position for a little discipline, and start him out, then I'm going to tell him that I haven't forgotten that he deserves to be punished for cheating on you. From there on, I'll leave it up to you how far you want to go. When you're done, I'll take his blindfold off, and let him see who was punishing him. After that ... well, I just hope it ends with all three of us in bed together!"

"This is sooo hot! I'm getting really excited." She took my hand and thrust

it between her legs to feel her wetness.

"Cathy -- you're always excited!"

She started to rub my fingers against her clit.

"I'd volunteer to use my lips to clean you up down there, too, but my experience so far is that you only ever end up wetter."

"Oh, give it a try, sweetheart -- maybe you'll manage to get it all this time."

I sank to my knees in front of her, as she sat on the edge of my bed. Stroking my hands up the outside of her thighs, I raised her skirt to her hips, then pushed her knees outwards to expose her pussy. She groaned and sank backwards on my bed, her own hands massaging her nipples, as my tongue found her delightful button. I inhaled her musk and set to work, but try as I might, I wasn't managing to reduce her moistness. Oh well, if you can't beat them, join them. I began to fuck her pussy with my fingers. When her moans threatened to become loud enough for John to hear downstairs, I realized I had to gag her. I stood, quickly shed my own panties, and swung around to 69 her. With my own nether lips now muffling her upper ones, I set to work with a vengeance. Just as I thought I was about to make her come, she did to me what I'd done to her this morning. Shifting me forward a couple of inches, she pushed at my anal sphincter with her tongue. Momentarily distracted, I thrust my ass backwards to meet her. She thrust with her hips to remind me what I'd left unfinished and I began to strum her clit with thumb and forefinger, while the fingers of my other hand searched out her g-spot. As her tongue reamed my ass, we came together, and I was forced to bury my head back in her -- still soaking -- pussy to muffle my own shriek.

Afterwards, Cathy cleaned up in my bathroom and put her jizz encrusted bra and blouse back on. She looked at me lovingly as I lay boneless, exhausted, on my bed.

"Are you coming back downstairs?"

"Tell John I'm planning my course schedule so that you two can have some time alone, your first evening together after he came home. I'll see you in the morning."

She leaned over and frenched me. "G'night sweetheart."

Needless to say, John came to my room again that night. I'd promised him he

could if he followed my orders earlier -- but I hadn't actually promised him sex. I'd had lots of sex today, and needed to keep him off balance, more than I needed sex, so I feigned sleep. He reached out, touching me, and I stirred as if he'd just woken me up.

"Did I give you permission to touch me, slave?", I hissed at him. "Go back to bed and contemplate your behavior. You will be disciplined for that tomorrow."

"I'm sorry, Nanny," he practically whined as he backed out of the room. I heard him scuttle back downstairs, where I suspect he woke Cathy to give him what I wouldn't."

In the morning, John left early, saying some part for his precious BMW, that he'd been waiting for, had arrived, and he probably wouldn't be back until late afternoon. Perhaps he really did have an appointment for the car, but I knew where he was really going to be for the afternoon.

About 10, Cathy told me that she hadn't completed her chores yesterday afternoon, and she had to go out for an hour -- but promised to be back in time to drive over to the apartment with me.

"I'll take Kevin with me and drop him at the babysitter on my way."

"OMIGOD! Sorry, Cathy, I didn't even think about Kevin."

She laughed. "Of course you didn't -- you're not a mother, but I'm sure you'll turn into a fine nanny."

So I was left alone for over an hour, feeling particularly horny because I hadn't had any kind of sex in 12 hours (to think I used to go weeks!), and not wanting to get started on my own. I paced. I tried to read. I paced. I had another cup of coffee. Finally, I went upstairs and fetched my Domme outfit -- the one my friend Jill said was over-the-top cliché -- and laid it out on Cathy's bed. She could help me dress when she got home: a red leather Merry Widow, with a riding crop clipped to the hip, and thigh-high boots were hardly the sort of thing to wear sitting about in the house.

At last, I heard Cathy's Volvo pull into the driveway.

"I've been going stir crazy waiting for you!", I said as she came through the front door. "I should have come with you, this morning."

"Probably not." She flashed her cryptic Mona Lisa smile at me. "Anyway, you

seem to have survived -- though you've maybe had enough coffee," she noted, as I bounced in front of her.

"C'mon, let me show you what I'm wearing, and we can pick out something for

you." I grabbed her hand and pulled her into her bedroom. When she saw the bustier, she laughed.

"Oh, that really is marvelous, Christie!"

"Help me into it please!"

"Christie, calm down, we've got 45 minutes before he's supposed to be there. It's less than 5 minutes to the apartment, so we really have 45 minutes to get ready."

She kissed me gently, then pulled me down onto the bed with her.

"Uh, Cathy -- this never seems to end up with either of us being calm."

"True, but lets see how it works out. If we can't contain ourselves, well then we still have 45 minutes."

She held me in her arms and just stroked me until I relaxed.

"Now, let's pick out something to wear."

After rummaging through all her lingerie, we finally chose a black silk teddy with matching garter belt, black fishnets, and a half-bra -- with Cathy's rack, she could hardly get away without a bra. Cathy chose to skip panties as I had -- they'd be wet before we ever got started, anyway.

"You have to let me wear CFM pumps, though!" I'd told Cathy they weren't good for her in the last half of her pregnancy and wasn't letting her wear heels.

"OK, just this once. But you wear flats until we actually get in the apartment."

"Deal".

"Now help me into this bustier -- I had to lace it myself yesterday."

"You're going to wear it NOW? I thought we'd change at the apartment."

I looked out the window at the clear blue sky. "Looks like rain to me. A good raincoat will hide anything."

By the time we'd got dressed, done our makeup and I'd brushed out Cathy's waist length black hair, it was right on noon. We each threw on a raincoat over our slutty clothes, Cathy picked up her pumps and purse, and we hit the road.

At the apartment, I opened the door and walked in -- leaving the door open behind me. John was there in position -- kneeling, legs slightly spread, with cuffs on wrists and ankles, a collar on his neck and both hands on the back of his collar. On closer examination, he was wearing a leather mask without eyeholes, and a cock-ring round his erect member which was connected to a butt-plug inserted comfortably up his ass. One more thing -- he was wearing the ball gag we'd used yesterday.

"I didn't tell you to wear the gag."

He hung his head, and muttered something that might have been "Sorry, Nanny".

"No, that's very good slave -- I should have told you to. You learn quickly. I'm pleased with you."

Hearing that, Cathy walked in and quietly closed the door behind her. We took off our raincoats and she changed shoes. I took my riding crop in hand, and traced John's jaw with the tip.

"Stand pet. Come with me." With the crop under his chin I led him blindly to his punishment station, where I clipped his wrist cuffs to the dangling hooks, and pulled on the ratchet end to hoist him to his toes.

"Now, we have two issues to deal with today. First, you came to my room last night, and touched me without leave. That, I think, is worth eight strokes."

Now that I no longer needed him to think that we were concealing our affair

from Cathy, I wasn't nearly as tender as yesterday. I lashed him four times alternately across each buttock. When I was done, his whole ass was an angry red, and tears were streaming down his cheeks from beneath his mask. I removed the gag.

"Thank you, Nanny. I deserved to be punished, and I won't let it happen again, Nanny."

"Very good. Now there's the issue of your infidelity. It seemed pretty obvious to me when you invited me to be your nanny, that both you and Cathy had planned to make a threesome with me -- but now you've excluded her. Do you think that's fair.

"No, Nanny."

"How can we make this right, do you think?"

"I should be punished, Nanny," he whispered.

"Certainly you should, but that would only pay for the fact that you've already cheated on her. You're my slave now, so you're going to have to go on cheating on her. That doesn't seem fair."

"We could invite her to join us, Nanny," he suggested. I told you my boy was a quick learner.

"Very good, pet. I think that's an excellent idea. Now, what do you think is appropriate for your punishment?"

"Twenty strokes, Nanny?"

"I think that's a reasonable start -- bear in mind that she may feel you need to be punished beyond that, but it'll do for now."

I turned to hand Cathy my crop, and discovered she'd decided to accessorize. She must have had it in her purse, and now I saw she was wearing the strap-on I'd used on her the first time we'd made love. She'd clearly spent the time so far lubing it up carefully, and it glistened. I signed to her that she could use his whole back and thighs, as well as his butt, and then put the gag back in. Cathy started to lash him as I stood at her side and counted the strokes. She wasn't hitting as hard as I had, but I felt too light was better than too hard -- we wanted him in shape to service us -- and twenty strokes IS a lot.

After all twenty, he was shaking as he hung from the ceiling, and the tears

were flowing again. I approached him, caressed his burning ass, then roughly pulled the anal plug out, and let it hang from the cock-ring.

"I have a surprise for you now, pet." I released enough tension on the ropes to let him take two steps backward, and bend forward. I stood in front of him, removed the gag again, and fed him each nipple in turn. As he licked greedily, Cathy stepped up and pressed her prick against his asshole. He realized what was happening, but not who was doing it.

"What? No, please, no."

"Are you telling me 'no', pet?"

"Please Nanny, I'm your slave, please don't let another man fuck me," he sobbed.

Cathy kept up the pressure, and I felt a jerk as the head of the dildo passed his sphincter, and John sobbed around the nipple I was feeding him.

"Never mind, pet. Remember your catechism. You agreed to 'come where, when and with whom' I permit. I reached up to remove his mask, and he quickly looked over his shoulder to see who was raping him.

Cathy smiled at him evilly: "You didn't think you could get away with fucking our nanny without me did you?" She shoved in another two inches of her rod, and he gasped.

"Take it like a man, pet. Look on the bright side -- when she's finished your punishment, we won't have to hide anything from her, anymore."

"Yes, Nanny -- aahhh!" Cathy fed him another two inches.

"Good, pet, just a little more now."

"Unnhh!" Cathy buried the rest of her tool deep in his ass.

"How do you like that, lover?"

"The pain's going away, Cath," he gasped, gamefully. "I'll be OK."

"Good boy. Now fuck him hard, Cathy!"

She started to pump her plastic prick -- withdrawing until I felt him wince

as the head made contact with his anal ring, then pumping smoothly in. After a few strokes, he started to push his ass backwards to meet her, managing to take the dildo even further into his bowels.

"Oh, yessss! Cath, that feels sooo good!"

"Do you want to come, pet?"

"Please! Nanny, please!"

I removed his cock ring and dropped to my knees in front of him.

"Come in my mouth, then, pet, while your wife takes your cherry!"

Cathy and I then remained almost motionless, as John moved back and forth on her shaft. He'd push back until it bottomed out in his ass, and his own head was just resting on my lips, then push forward into my throat, stopping only as the head of the dildo stretched his sphincter. Since his own hands were tied above him, I needed to hold onto his hips to give him the leverage, but by the time he came he was practically swinging from the ropes. For once, I swallowed everything -- except a little that I shared in a kiss with first John, then Cathy.

"Thank you for the use of your husband, my love."

"Thank you for the use of your slave, sweetheart."

I turned back to John, released the ratchet on the ropes holding him up, and he collapsed to the floor.

"On your knees, slave. We're almost done, but there's one last thing. Recite your catechism for me and Cathy."

He climbed back to his knees, spread his legs, and with back straight and hands behind his head, began:

"Christie is my mistress ..."

Suddenly, I saw Cathy come around my side and kneel next to him, in the same position, echoing his words.

"Christie is my mistress ..."

John gasped, stammered, but continued gamely.

"I will obey my mistress in all things, without hesitation,"

Cathy repeated it after him.

"I will at all times be respectful,"

I saw that she, too, was wearing a collar.

"I will come only when, where, and with whom my mistress permits,"

Tears sprang to my eyes.

"My mistress will teach me my duties, and discipline my transgressions."

"My mistress will protect me, as I will serve her.'

With tears now streaming down my face, I fell to my own knees and hugged them both to me.

"Oh, Cathy, that was beautiful. Do you really mean it -- you can back out right now, and I won't think less of you."

"No, Nanny -- John is my husband and partner. We made vows to each other and, even though those vows didn't include having other partners, if we're going to have one, I think it's best if John and I be equal in the relationship. I WON'T lose you, and I won't give up John for you."

"Well, now, if you're going to be my slave, you don't get to make ultimatums -- but just this once I'll pretend you didn't say that, because you've both made Nanny very happy. Thank you ... pets.

"Now, what's wrong with this picture?"

I stood, with my hands on their heads to make it clear that they were to stay kneeling.

"John is naked, except for collar and cuffs. Did I give you permission to wear clothes, girl?"

"No, Nanny." She hung her head.

"Obviously, you need to properly learn your place. Boy! Give her your wrist

cuffs."

"Please Nanny -- I brought my own."

"I see my new slave has been going behind my back. Very well, get them -- and take off that collar. It is not proper for a slave to collar herself. Then, come back and kneel again."

She handed me the restraints and knelt.

"Boy, cuff her!" I handed him the cuffs, keeping the collar in my hands. As

he worked, I noted an inscription on the brass plate on the collar.

"Christie: with all my ♥, Jill"

I burst into tears again. "Oh, dear slave, you've been conspiring with Jill."

"Yes, Nanny. I hope you're not upset."

"No, pet, but I hope you realize that Jill is not as soft as me, and she does nothing without a quid-pro-quo, or maybe that's 'quim-pro-quo'. She'll expect something from me in return for helping you plot this.

"Boy -- she's overdressed. Remove that teddy, and the bra beneath it." He did as he was told, and laid them neatly atop his own clothes. "She can keep the stockings for now, but take off the pumps."

"Now, pet, recite the catechism. Boy, you can prompt her if necessary -- she hasn't had a chance to memorize it."

"Christie is my mistress ..." She repeated the full oath, with only a little prompting from John.

I fastened the collar snugly around her throat, clipped her wrist cuffs to it, and pronounced: "I claim you to my service. Kiss me." Thrusting my hips forward, I guided her lips to my pussy. Needing no further urging she licked my sopping labia, and worked upwards to my clit.

"Ohhhh, that's good. John, come around and hold me, I'm feeling a weakness in my knees."

John put his arms around me from behind, cupping both of my tits, as Cathy dove into my muff. She licked me quickly to ecstasy, and I collapsed screaming into John's arms. We sank to the floor, and I lay there in his arms until I got my breath back.

"Very nice, both of you. Now we have the small matter of the new slave's discipline. Fasten her in position, boy."

John lifted her to her feet and walked her over to the position we'd had him tied in earlier. Removing her cuffs from her collar, he clipped them to the dangling ropes, and tightened the ratchet until she had to go slightly up on her toes to ease the pressure in her shoulders.

I handed John my riding crop, and said: "I think six strokes will be enough

for wearing clothes without permission -- she wasn't actually sworn to my service at that point. Please do the honors. Don't be too easy on her."

He laid in with a will. On the first stroke, she wailed.

"Sorry, John, I forgot the gag." I stopped him.

I gagged her, kissed both cheeks, and patted her bum where the crop had enflamed her cheek. "Hang in there, pet."

"Continue."

He did, and I stood in front of her, stroking her breasts and pussy between

each lash. Her nipples were so swollen that I thought I might even be able to fuck myself on them. By the fifth stroke, she'd stopped trying to scream through the gag and merely whimpered. After the sixth, she even seemed to want more.

"Very good pet. One more thing. There's the matter of you raping my slave."

I stroked her face. "What should the penalty for that be, John?"

"I really couldn't say, Nanny."

"Well, the other day she quoted the Bible to me -- did you know she could do that? -- so I think it should be biblical... I know: 'Do unto others...' Fuck her, like she fucked you."

"Yes, Nanny!"

I loosened the ropes and moved her back two steps, as I had with him. Now rampant again, John stabbed into her pussy with a single long thrust. As he

drew back, and started a second thrust, I stopped him.

"Wait! Not like that -- didn't I say 'like she fucked you'?"

His face took on a grin that was the twin to the one Cathy had shown when he first saw her beginning to butt-fuck him.

"Yes, Nanny!"

"Be easy on her, though. Have you had her there before?"

"Yes, Nanny, but not for quite some time."

"Do it then."

He lubed her asshole with her own dripping pussy juices, then grasping her shoulders, applied firm pressure to her little rosebud. The head sank in, with a short gasp from Cathy. Apparently, I'd underestimated her, though. She'd leaned forward as he approached her, and now with a muffled scream through the gag, threw herself back on his cock. In one move she had him embedded to the hilt.

"Awesome!", I cried. I removed the gag.

"Thank you, Nanny. Thank you."

"You're welcome, pet." As I kissed her lips, I could feel her wriggling her

ass on her husband's penis.

"Clearly, as a punishment, this isn't going to work. So why don't you too love birds just have some fine while I watch."

"Please, Nanny. If you let me down, I can eat you while he fucks me."

"You have entirely too much self-initiative, slave, but I think I'd like that."

When we'd all come, and John had licked his wife clean, I ordered Cathy to go upstairs and strip the sheets from the bed.

"We'll take them home to wash, and collect Kevin on the way. You stay here,

John, collect up all our toys and generally clean up and we'll meet you back home. Don't forget her clothes -- she'll be going home like that -- well, she can wear her raincoat. On the way home, Cathy, you can tell me all about your little plot with Jill..."

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