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Molly released Lucy’s hand and turned her gently around. She untied the large bow of the white pinafore, removing it and placing it on the bed next to where the gown and nappy had been placed. She didn’t mention the items, knowing that Lucy must see them as she was undressed. Molly wanted to allow her to grow accustomed to the idea and accept the fact that she would be diapered. Lucy seemed unable to look away from the items, her eyes also seeing the pair of rubber pants that would serve as a diaper cover. She had once before worn the embarrassing nappy, but it had been only once and many days since she had even been put to bed for a nap, and she had managed to push the memory into the back of her mind. The pacifier she knew was meant for her mouth and the heavy wooden hairbrush that seemed innocent, Lucy knew, could tear into a naughty girl’s bottom cheeks. All too soon, Lucy felt her shoes and her stockings being removed. She was gently guided to turn around and her arms lifted as Molly removed her chemise, baring her breasts. Lucy blushed as her nipples instantly hardened at the exposure, her hands automatically lifting to cover them.
“No, Lucy,” Molly admonished gently as she pressed the woman’s hands down. “You know better than to cover your titties.” Lucy closed her eyes at the coarse word and shuddered as she felt her drawers being untied and drawn down her legs. She obediently stepped from them, standing as naked as the day she was born before her new nanny, shamed knowing her bottom was probably still showing signs of her recent spanking. Molly took a deep breath, knowing that Lucy had been good so far but being undressed was the least of the girl’s worries. Molly removed the clothing from the bed, hanging the dress and pinafore in the closet, laying the stockings and drawers on the shelf. Lucy simply stood, her hands aching to move but forcing herself to remain still.
Molly saw Lucy shiver and look down at the nightgown lying across the bed, obviously seeking both its warmth and concealment. Trying to remember how firm Mrs. Bremmer was with the young women of Wintercrest, Molly took a deep breath, said another silent prayer and made a show of moving the nightgown as she took a seat on the bed.
“ I know you are a bit cold, sweetie,” Molly said as she patted her lap. “We’ll get you into your nightgown after we are done here. Come along, over my lap, Missy,” Molly ordered as she reached for the box Lord Huntington had placed on the table. Lucy had frozen, obviously fearing a spanking for attempting to cover her breasts when being undressed. Molly looked up and gave the woman a smile. “I’m not going to spank you, Lucy,” she said seeing the relief flood Lucy’s eyes. “I need to take your temperature and then finish getting you ready for your nap.” Lucy was indeed relieved but shook her head.
“Molly, I don’t need to be over your lap for that,” Lucy said with her own smile before opening her mouth as if awaiting a thermometer to be placed under her tongue. Her mouth slowly closed as Molly opened the box and withdrew something long and made of glass with a large bulb at the end.
“What’s that?” Lucy asked in a voice that was barely audible. Molly shook her head as she put the box back on the table and picked up the small pot of lubricant.
“This is your thermometer, sweetie ,” Molly answered, opening the pot and placing the lid back on the table beside the box.
Lucy had never before seen such a thermometer. “Um, that’s too big for my mouth,” she stated even as her stomach began to churn.
Molly shook the thermometer, assuring the mercury was at the lowest level in the bottom of the bulb. “Of course it is, you silly girl,” Molly said, patting her lap once more with her free hand. “It goes up your bottom. Come along, over my lap, please.” Lucy’s hands flew back to cover her
Molly released Lucy’s hand and turned her gently around. She untied the large bow of the white pinafore, removing it and placing it on the bed next to where the gown and nappy had been placed. She didn’t mention the items, knowing that Lucy must see them as she was undressed. Molly wanted to allow her to grow accustomed to the idea and accept the fact that she would be diapered. Lucy seemed unable to look away from the items, her eyes also seeing the pair of rubber pants that would serve as a diaper cover. She had once before worn the embarrassing nappy, but it had been only once and many days since she had even been put to bed for a nap, and she had managed to push the memory into the back of her mind. The pacifier she knew was meant for her mouth and the heavy wooden hairbrush that seemed innocent, Lucy knew, could tear into a naughty girl’s bottom cheeks. All too soon, Lucy felt her shoes and her stockings being removed. She was gently guided to turn around and her arms lifted as Molly removed her chemise, baring her breasts. Lucy blushed as her nipples instantly hardened at the exposure, her hands automatically lifting to cover them.
“No, Lucy,” Molly admonished gently as she pressed the woman’s hands down. “You know better than to cover your titties.” Lucy closed her eyes at the coarse word and shuddered as she felt her drawers being untied and drawn down her legs. She obediently stepped from them, standing as naked as the day she was born before her new nanny, shamed knowing her bottom was probably still showing signs of her recent spanking. Molly took a deep breath, knowing that Lucy had been good so far but being undressed was the least of the girl’s worries. Molly removed the clothing from the bed, hanging the dress and pinafore in the closet, laying the stockings and drawers on the shelf. Lucy simply stood, her hands aching to move but forcing herself to remain still.
Molly saw Lucy shiver and look down at the nightgown lying across the bed, obviously seeking both its warmth and concealment. Trying to remember how firm Mrs. Bremmer was with the young women of Wintercrest, Molly took a deep breath, said another silent prayer and made a show of moving the nightgown as she took a seat on the bed.
“ I know you are a bit cold, sweetie,” Molly said as she patted her lap. “We’ll get you into your nightgown after we are done here. Come along, over my lap, Missy,” Molly ordered as she reached for the box Lord Huntington had placed on the table. Lucy had frozen, obviously fearing a spanking for attempting to cover her breasts when being undressed. Molly looked up and gave the woman a smile. “I’m not going to spank you, Lucy,” she said seeing the relief flood Lucy’s eyes. “I need to take your temperature and then finish getting you ready for your nap.” Lucy was indeed relieved but shook her head.
“Molly, I don’t need to be over your lap for that,” Lucy said with her own smile before opening her mouth as if awaiting a thermometer to be placed under her tongue. Her mouth slowly closed as Molly opened the box and withdrew something long and made of glass with a large bulb at the end.
“What’s that?” Lucy asked in a voice that was barely audible. Molly shook her head as she put the box back on the table and picked up the small pot of lubricant.
“This is your thermometer, sweetie ,” Molly answered, opening the pot and placing the lid back on the table beside the box.
Lucy had never before seen such a thermometer. “Um, that’s too big for my mouth,” she stated even as her stomach began to churn.
Molly shook the thermometer, assuring the mercury was at the lowest level in the bottom of the bulb. “Of course it is, you silly girl,” Molly said, patting her lap once more with her free hand. “It goes up your bottom. Come along, over my lap, please.” Lucy’s hands flew back to cover her
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