Online : Apr 21, 2009
Updated : Jun 21, 2009
Natty's daddy decided that she needed a nanny.
Daddy was often out of town and Natty had a penchant for getting into mischief when left on her own. She was also rather sickly and needed help remembering to take her medicine and eat healthy meals and take a nap and not stay on the computer for too long and go to bed at her appointed bed time. And sometimes she was just plain naughty and refused to stay in bed at all.
So, Daddy put an advertisement in the Nanny Times. Interviewed many, many nannies. Only a very special nanny would be right for his girl.
Some of the nannies seemed too severe. Natty wasn't a bad girl, just a bit willful and rambunctious at times. She didn't need a concentration camp guard. Indeed, because she was sickly, she needed lots of cuddles and care.
But some of the nannies seemed a bit too lenient. Natty was a smart girl and could argue her way out of just about anything. She needed a wise, firm hand -- preferably a hand with a hairbrush.
When Daddy interviewed Nanny Bea, he decided that she was the perfect nanny for Natty. A tall, thick, middle-aged woman with a warm smile, she was the perfect mixture of tender caregiver and traditional disciplinarian.
'I see here that you used to be a nurse,' Daddy said as he held her resume.
'Yes, for twenty years. Though, I should warn you that some of my methods are a bit out-of-style these days. I think people rely far too much on pills alone, if you know what I mean.'
'Indeed. Often the old tried and true remedies are the best.'
'Well, I think so,' said Nanny Bea.
So, it was settled. Nanny Bea began as Natty's nanny that night, which was good because Daddy had to leave that afternoon to go far far away.
At 9 pm she told Natty to take her medicine and brush her teeth and put on her jimjams. It was hours earlier than Natty normally went to bed, but she was tired that night anyway. Once she snuggled under the covers, Nanny Bea read to Natty until she fell asleep. Kissed her on the forehead and turned out the light.
The next morning Natty couldn't help but scowl when Nanny Bea made her porridge for breakfast -- a thin gruel of rice, oats, and barley. No cinnamon toast or eggs and sausage or pancakes with maple syrup. And certainly no ice cream.
'It's what the Chinese eat for breakfast,' said Nanny Bea. 'They call it 'congee' or 'jook' and believe that the longer it simmers the more powerful it gets. I started it in the crock pot last night. This particular one is good for building your qi.'
'But I'm not Chinese,' mumbled Natty.
'No, you're not, but you could stand for a little more qi,' said Nanny Bea.
'But can't I get it from Cheerios? Even Raisin Bran is better than this.'
Nanny Bea smiled.
'Eat your porridge, please.'
So Natty did, but felt sulky. Though, she did admit to herself that it was sorta cool pretending to be Chinese.
Later that day, Nanny Bea made sure Natty did her physical therapy exercises. She also made Natty take a nap in the afternoon and every time Natty got on her laptop, Nanny Bea would set the timer for one hour, after which Natty had to close her laptop and lay down for at least fifteen minutes. There was lentil soup for lunch and a chicken dish for dinner with something called millet. And lots and lots of vegetables.
When nine o'clock came around again, Nanny Bea announced that it was time to get ready for bed.
'But it's three hours before my bedtime and Daddy always lets me watch South Park reruns at 11.'
'Fair enough,' said Nanny Bea. 'But you can only watch it if you get ready for bed now.'
'Okay,' agreed Natty, who nodded and headed to the bathroom.
'Natty, dear,' started Nanny Bea, who entered the bathroom right behind Natty, 'before you take your bath tonight, I want to take your temperature and give your insides a good cleaning out.'
Hmm...Natty understood the temperature part. She often had fevers at night. But the cleaning out of her insides had her rather confused. Isn't that what Raisin Bran is for?
'Take down your trousers and panties and lay over my lap, please.' Nanny Bea sat down on the edge of the bathtub.
Natty gasped. That was how Daddy spanked her!
'But I didn't do anything wrong!'
'Of course not, dear. I just want to take your temperature.'
'That way? But I'm not a baby! I can hold it in my mouth just fine.'
'Rectal temperatures are more accurate,' Nanny Bea said calmly. 'Now please do as I asked.'
'No! No! That...that's ridiculous!' Natty stamped her little foot.
'Very well, then.' Nanny Bea stood up and grabbed Natty by the arm. 'I'll let you think about it in the corner while I get the enema ready.'
Natty was so shocked by what she heard that it took her several seconds to realize her nose was pointed at the intersection of two white walls. However, once she realized that Nanny Bea was busy in the bathroom, Natty marched right out of that corner and over to the telephone.
'Daddy, you've hired a mad woman,' she said when she heard her daddy's voice on the other line.
'Oh no! What's wrong?'
'First she made me eat this icky porridge for breakfast and now she wants to take my temperature in my bum and give me an enema!'
'Ah, won't do you any harm. Might even do you some good.'
'But she wants to stick some pokey glass thing and a rubber hose up my ass!'
'Yes, and you'll let her,' he said.
How could he be so completely indifferent to her suffering?
'Well...when that thermometer breaks, and I get mercury poisoning, you'll be sorry!'
Daddy chuckled. Then his voice got very stern. 'And if you don't do what Nanny Bea tells you, you'll be very sorry when she gives you a good tanning. And then you'll be even more sorry when I find out that you were a naughty girl and give you a good caning.'
Daddy's cane hurt. A lot.
'Yes, Sir,' Natty said with a whimper.
'Now, be a good girl and do what Nanny says.'
Natty sighed heavily as she hung up the phone and turned to head back to the corner. Except when she turned around, Nanny Bea was standing there with a hairbrush.
'And what does Daddy have to say?'
Natty swallowed hard. Looked at the floor.
'To be a good girl and do what you say.'
'Indeed,' said Nanny Bea. 'But you didn't do what I said when I told you to stand in the corner, did you?'
Natty shook her head as she stared at the carpet. Nanny Bea sighed.
'Well, I'm sorry it's come to this so quickly, but I suppose that perhaps it's for the best that we established this up front.' She grabbed Natty's wrist and led her to the couch. 'Take off your trousers and panties and lay over my lap, please.'
This time, Natty did as she was told.
'I know it's hard getting used to someone new, with all of the new things they do.' Nanny Bea stroked Natty's hair and back. 'But I'm only doing all of these new things because I care very much about you and want to do what would be the very healthiest for you.'
'Okay,' Natty squeaked.
'And because I only do those things that are good for you, I expect your complete obedience, Miss Natty. Is that clear?'
'Yes, Nanny,' Natty answered barely above a whisper.
Natty Bea placed her left hand in the middle of Natty's back and began peppering her plump bottom with the ebony hairbrush. Rapid fire smacks that had Natty squirming and crying out.
'Now, every night I'm going to take your temperature in this very position,' Nanny Bea explained as she smacked her charge. 'And then I'm going to give you a spanking to remind you to be a good girl. If you've been a good girl that day, then it will be a very short one, and I will only use my hand.' The hard spanks continued to splat against Natty's flesh. 'But if you have been naughty, then I will use this hairbrush very hard and for a very long time. Understood?'
'Oh -- OW! OWEE!-- yes, Nanny. OWWW!' Natty curled her toes and shut her eyes very tight.
'And once a week, after I've taken your temperature but before your spanking, I will give you a nice warm enema to make sure you're good and clean inside.'
Natty whimpered and covered her face with her hands as Nanny Bea's hairbrush continued it's assault.
'And you will let me take your temperature, as well as take your spanking and enema like a good girl, yes?'
After more whimpering and crying, Natty managed to nod her head and murmur a 'yes, Nanny.'
'Good. And just for good measure, I'm going to give you several good, hard spanks on your thighs. Your daddy told me this is very effective on you.'
'Oh no -- please, no, Nanny!'
But it was a futile plea as Nanny Bea laid ten solid, slightly less forceful spanks on each fleshy thigh. Natty squealed and kicked her legs.
'None of that, please.' Nanny Bea gave Natty a stingy tap on her right calf, then returned to give her thighs ten more smacks while Natty howled. 'Alright, then. All done.'
Natty cried into the sofa cushion as Nanny Bea put the hairbrush on the table, rubbed Natty's blotchy red-purple bottom and thighs and stroked her hair.
'Shhh...it's all over now, dear. I know you'll be a very good girl now.'
Once Natty finished crying and was breathing softly again, Nanny Bea led Natty into the bedroom. After assembling a glass thermometer, a tin of salve, and an enema bag on the table next to the bed, she put on a latex glove, sat down on the edge of the bed and laid down a towel.
'Okay, Natty dear. Come lay down on your tummy for me please.' Nanny Bea patted the towel. After Natty positioned herself on the bed, Nanny Bea spread Natty's cheeks and dabbed a bit of salve on her bummy hole. Then slid the cold, glass thermometer inside the goo.
It was so pokey. Natty couldn't help but whimper. But Nanny Bea patted her bottom and stroked her hair while waiting until it was time to take the thermometer out.
'Excellent. No fever tonight.' Nanny Bea put the thermometer on the table. 'Now, I'm going to put my finger inside to help you relax that sphincter muscle a bit. But this time I want you to help me by holding your cheeks open with your hands and pressing down inside as if you're going to poop.'
Natty reached back and held her cheeks open as Nanny Bea slathered salve on her latex-covered finger, then circled her finger around Natty's bummy hole. After massaging it a bit, Nanny Bea gently, but firmly pushed her finger inside, causing Natty to let out a soft gasp. Once it was in, however, it didn't hurt like she thought it would.
But it did feel very very weird. And it made Natty whimper.
'Just relax, dear.' Nanny Bea caressed Natty's hair.
How do you relax when you've got someone's finger up your butt?
'Take a deep breath and then slowly breath out.'
That made her feel a little better.
'Hmm...as I suspected. You can definitely do with a cleaning out.' Nanny Bea grabbed the nozzle of the enema bag and put some salve on the end of it. 'Okay, now I'm going to put the nozzle in. You keep being a good girl and hold those cheeks for me. '
After a gentle poke, the nozzle rested inside Natty's bummy hole. Natty whimpered some more.
'Alright, you can let go of your cheeks.' Nanny Bea tapped Natty's bottom as her cheeks relaxed. Sorta. 'I'm going to start the enema now. Once I undo the clip, I'll count to six, then clip the tube, count to ten, then remove the clip again until all the water is inside. If it starts to hurt too much, let me know and I'll pause the flow.'
The warm water coming in didn't really hurt, just felt rather peculiar. At first. And then --
'I have to go! I have to go right now!' Natty cried.
'It's alright. Hang on for a few more seconds and it will pass.'
So Natty bit her lip and took a breath and waited like Nanny Bea said. But she couldn't help it that she started to cry a little.
'Are you feeling okay now?' Nanny Bea asked a moment later.
'Uh huh,' Natty nodded.
'Good girl,' said Nanny Bea as she patted Natty's bottom and unclipped the enema tube.
After Nanny Bea filled Natty all up, she removed the nozzle and replaced it with a lubricated plug.
'I want you to hold the water inside for five minutes so it has time to work,' she said. 'This plug will help you keep it all in there.'
And while they waited, Nanny Bea rubbed Natty's back and stroked her hair and told her what a very good girl she had been during her very first enema and that she was very proud of her. It made Natty smile and sigh a happy sigh, even though she still felt very uncomfortable.
'Now after you go potty,' Nanny Bea instructed as the five minutes came to an end, 'you are not to wipe.' Her voice had a certain firmness to it that, while authoritative, was not at all mean. 'I will do that for you whenever I give you enema because one, I want to remind you, Miss Natty, that while I'm your nanny, I'm the one in charge of every part of you.' Then her voice softened. 'And two, because you've had to take care of yourself all by yourself a lot of the time and I know that's really hard. I want you to always remember that I'm here to take care of you no matter how unpleasant or embarrassing it might be. Okay?'
Natty felt her eyes start to water again as she smiled and nodded. It was true. It really is hard to be sick all by yourself.
Nanny Bea then let Natty up and helped her waddle to the bathroom where she removed the plug and -- finally! -- let Natty go potty. While Natty sat on the toilet, Nanny Bea drew her a bath with lots of lavender-smelling bubbles. And when Natty was done, just as she said she would, Nanny Bea wiped Natty's sore bottom with a warm wet washcloth before letting her charge settle into a nice, hot bath.
'Oh!' Natty gasped as the water burned her bottom. 'It stings!'
'Well, I should think it will for a few days,' Nanny Bea smirked.
And she was right. Natty's bottom was still smarting the next morning as she ate her congee. And in the bath the next night before she got into her jimjams and watched South Park re-runs until bedtime. But it was a good sort of smarting. Just like after Daddy spanked her. A reminder that her new nanny loved her and would always take care of her.
Copyright 2006 Natty