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Nanny State by Giselle Renarde

eXcessica Publishing © 2012

Chapter 4

Nanny State by Giselle RenardeIt was late when I got home. The house was dark and I was drunk.

Very drunk.

“What time do you call this, young lady?” Nanny Victoria held out her wrist, pointing to it even though she wasn’t wearing a watch. “Where do you think you’ve been all evening? You are to come straight home after class. You know my rule.”

Kneeling on the staircase, I looked up at Nanny on the landing. I’d figured if I crawled up the stairs she wouldn’t hear me. So much for that plan.

“I made you something,” I told her, easing my backpack onto the stairs and struggling with the zipper. “Look, it’s a collage. I made it for you. Don’t be mad.”

My words felt fuzzy and my lips felt funny. Even on my knees I could feel my body wavering, and I held my artwork out for Nanny Victoria, but she didn’t take it.

“You’ve been drinking, Summer.”

I climbed up the stairs. I wanted to show her my collage. “Wine is… isn’t count. But a lot.” I stopped and tried a whimsical smile.

“Shameful.” Nanny Victoria folded her arms across her chest and tsked. “Go to your room, young lady.”

That sounded like a pretty good idea. My head felt like a dizzy bowling ball. Stumbling up the stairs, I fixed on my door in the darkness. Were my eyes playing tricks on me, or was my door not there? I leaned against the desk on the landing, staring at the open space where my door should have been.

That’s when I realized there’d never been a desk on the landing before. I spun around, looking from the oak desk to my doorless room, and then finally to Nanny Victoria.

“This is my desk from my room,” I stammered. “And my room… There’s no door on my room!”

“That’s right, Summer.” Nanny Victoria nodded resolutely. “You proved to me yesterday that you couldn’t be trusted behind closed doors. You can do your schoolwork out here in the hallway from now on, so I can keep an eye on you.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You can’t do this to me. I am an adult!”

“As long as you’re living under my roof, you will abide by my rules.” Nanny Victoria’s expression was stern, her lips pursed. “And tonight’s behaviour is just another nail in your coffin, young lady. You don’t come right home from school, you stay out late drinking and doing god-knows-what?”

“None of your business is what.” Something about Nanny’s scowl made me feel suddenly defiant. I wasn’t a kid. “You can’t control me. I’ll do whatever I want.”

An antagonized flash crossed Nanny Victoria’s face. Even in the dark, I could see it. “You’ve been with a boy, haven’t you?”

“What? No.” She might as well have asked if I’d been to outer space.

“Take off your clothes.”

She was standing a few paces away from me, but she could have been on a distant planet. I didn’t understand what she wanted.

“Take them off, Summer. Let me have a look.”

“At what?” I stepped out of my pants, wondering if this was all a game. Maybe we’d end up in her bed again, just like last night. That would be good. My pussy was swollen and aching with want after spending a whole night with Kira.

I hissed as I peeled off my bra and Nanny Victoria came close to investigate. She didn’t turn the hall lights on, but she didn’t need to. Even the moon in the sky could see that my nipples were abraded. She looked down at my pussy next, my clit poking rudely from between my slick shaved lips. God, I hoped she would touch me.

“Who did this to you?” Nanny Victoria’s voice was hard and demanding.

“Just a girl in my class.” I shrugged. “I gave her twenty bucks. Whatever.”

Nanny’s eyes shot wide open, her pupils dilating, fixing on me like a hawk’s. “You paid another girl for sexual favours?”

It sounded sleazy, the way she said it, and I suddenly felt more sober than before. “Kira didn’t mind. Really. She didn’t.”

The fury in Nanny Victoria’s eyes drove me away from her, but as I backed up my butt met my desk. Maybe it was stupid of me to think all would be forgiven, that she’d open her nightgown and I’d suckle her gently just like last night. She did not seem amused. She just stood before me, her shoulders rising with every breath but never settling right back down again. Everything about her seemed tight.

“Turn around,” she hissed. “Front down on the desk.”

I hesitated, but the whites of her eyes told me she was serious, so I turned toward my desk and set my naked breasts on the wood grain. Oh, my searing nipples cried in pain, but I kept my chest down. I didn’t even look back. I knew what was coming.

“Bad girl!” Nanny Victoria brought her palm down on my bare bum so hard I lurched forward. “What you did was very naughty, Summer.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. I wasn’t really sorry. “I’ll never do it again.” Sure I would.

“You expect me to be convinced by that pitiful apology?” Her hand came down smack in the centre of the same cheek she’d just struck, and that spot started to tingle.

When she spanked me there again, the tingle started to prick. After the next spanking the prick turned to a glow, but not a pleasant one. It sort of felt like my butt was being electrocuted.

“What do you have to say for yourself now?”

I didn’t know what else to say, so I croaked out, “I’m sorry, Nanny Victoria.”

The soft fabric of her nightgown swept the side of my leg, a welcome reprieve from the harsh slaps she’d rained down on me. As she shifted beside me, slowly circling her palm over my blazing ass, I thought maybe it was over. She’d made her point.

“Did you think for even a second,” she asked, “that maybe, just maybe, your actions might impact someone else?”

Sure, she’d slapped some sense into me, but I was still a little too inebriated to wrap my head around that question. “I’m… sorry?”

“What are you sorry for, Summer?” Her hand paused over the crack of my ass, fingers on one cheek, palm hot against the other.

“For being… bad?”

Obviously, that wasn’t the right answer. Pressing down on my back with one hand, Nanny Victoria spanked the cheek that had so far gone unscathed. She smacked me hard, smacked me again, twice more, and then another time after that. She spanked me until I couldn’t believe the burn. Shouldn’t all the wine I’d drunk have numbed my flesh? Well, it hadn’t. My ass blazed under Nanny Victoria’s domineering blows.

“It hurts!” Hot tears burned my eyes while Nanny’s hand set fire to my flesh. “Oh God, it hurts so much!”

I tried to reach back, to cover my blazing bottom with my hands, but she blocked one with her thigh and grabbed the other wrist, twisting it behind my back and holding it there. She smacked me once more and I tried to wrangle free, but Nanny Victoria was stronger than she looked. She held me down, pressing her elbow into my back, pushing my tender nipples harder against the wooden desktop.

“Nanny, it hurts!” I couldn’t believe it when tears fell from my eyes, landing in wet splotches like ink spots on my desk. “Nanny, please!”

“I’m only doing this so you’ll learn,” she said.

Her voice was so calm it frightened me, but I couldn’t deny the juice between my legs as another blow fell. There was something delightfully devilish about feeling so much pain at Nanny’s hands. It hurt like hell, but I wanted it. I wanted more.

And then she spanked me again, and I asked myself if the pleasure was really worth the pain. My bottom blazed so hot I wouldn’t be able to sit for a good long time. She’d brought me to tears with her punishment. Is this really what I wanted?

But it was. It was terrible but it felt so good.

“Nanny,” I cried as she spanked me again. “I was naughty, so naughty!”

Just like that, she released her hold on me.

I thought it was a trick. I didn’t move, just whimpered against my desk, waiting for the next blow to fall. When nothing happened, I opened my eyes and blinked away my tears. My face loomed so close to the railing overlooking the first floor that my whole world started spinning.

“You’re done?” I picked myself up from the desk and turned around, holding my sore bum away from the wood. Nanny stood in the dark hallway like a ghost, one hand covering her mouth as though she’d frightened herself. “Are you finished punishing me, Nanny?”

Nanny shook her head. Her loose hair looked almost blue in the moonlight. “You mustn’t see this girl again.”

“Who, Kira?”

“Kira.” Saying the name seemed to make Nanny Victoria sick. Her skin looked blue too. “She’s a bad influence on you, this girl.”

I laughed because I felt confused. “If anything, I’m a bad influence on her. It was my idea to—”

“Shht!” Nanny cut me off, placing a firm finger against my lips. “That was very naughty of you.”

Nanny Victoria traced her fingers down my belly, making me jump. My knees buckled and I struggled to stay upright. When she reached my bare pussy, I thought for sure she was going to rub my clit, maybe even eat me, but instead she drew her hand back and slapped me.

I shrieked, “Nanny!”

As her hand drew away from my sopping wet pussy, gossamer strands of my wetness went with her. My engorged clit ached for more touch, even this harsh smacking sort, and I opened my legs to give her better access.

“You mustn’t see her again.” Nanny Victoria slapped my pussy, striking my lips and my clit, making me arch back against the desk and hiss.

I wanted more, and Nanny provided, spanking my fat red clit, smacking my pussy lips. It felt incredible. The pain was nothing to the pleasure.

“Promise me you won’t see her.”

“But I can’t not see her, Nanny.” I held my position, legs spread, leaning back against the desk, but Nanny Victoria stopped spanking me. “She’s in my classes. When I go to school I’m going to see her.”

I felt like I was being perfectly reasonable, but Nanny’s brow furrowed and her lips pressed tight together. “You must not see her.”

“But I have to.” I held my pose, watching her hand. Why was this such a big deal? “Aren’t you going to spank me again, Nanny?”

She shook her head, then started down the stairs, walking slowly. “No, Summer. You’ve disappointed me terribly.”

My heart sank, but at the same time a surge of rebellion kindled in my belly. My bum still burned from Nanny’s spankings, so I stepped straight into my track pants, since the insides were nice and fuzzy. When I was dressed, I picked up my backpack and raced down the stairs.

“You can’t treat me like this, you know.” I opened the front door. “I’m not a child.”

Nanny Victoria stepped out from the kitchen, milk in hand, and I wondered if she was making it for us, if tonight would be like last night. “I know what’s best for you, Summer. You’re too young to make good decisions.”

“So what?” My head buzzed. “Yeah, okay, I’m young, but when else can you get away with doing stupid things? And, anyway, making mistakes teaches you not to do it again. So just let me fucking do it!”

“Where are you going?”

I stepped into the night. “Out!”

“Get back here, Summer.” She raced to the door just as I closed it, and I was already on the run by the time she opened it again and called, “Get back here, so help me!”

The night was mine.

About Giselle Renarde

Giselle Renarde is an award-winning queer Canadian author. Ms Renarde’s erotic fiction has appeared in well over 100 short story anthologies, including prestigious collections like Best Women’s Erotica, Best Lesbian Romance, and the Lambda Award-winning collection Take Me There, edited by Tristan Taormino. Though she’s known primarily as a writer of erotica and LGBTQ fiction, her non-fiction with a transgender focus has also been published by Chicken Soup for the Soul and Oxford University Press. Giselle lives with two cats, thrives on kink, and covets her girlfriend’s Jean-Luc Picard collector plate.

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When Summer moves in with her mother’s friend, she expects to be treated like an adult. Fat chance! Victoria exerts control over every aspect of her life, protectively setting parental controls on the television and demanding Summer come straight home after her university classes.

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The unlikely couple embarks upon a series of naughty adventures, from suckling to discipline to diapers. But what happens when Summer wants to include a girl her own age? Will Nanny punish the wayward girl or accept another charge into their uncommon household?

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Everybody Knows (transgender literary erotica)Everybody Knows (transgender literary erotica)

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Challenging, amusing, stimulating and tender, these stories are sure to captivate the hearts of readers of all genders. In Everybody Knows, love is love regardless of how it’s packaged.

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My name is Gabrielle, but Madame de Villeneuve thinks I’m a girl called Suzanne. Nobody believes I’m really who I say I am. I guess I’m partly to blame. After all, I did sign a stranger’s name to my committal forms when I entered this rehabilitation centre. I’m not actually addicted to anything—not sex, not drugs, not even rock and roll.

So what’s kept me here? It’s a long story, and you probably wouldn’t believe it even if I told you—especially the part about the monkey butlers. How does an innocent young woman end up bound to a hospital bed in the bowels of a Victorian manor house? I’ll tell you if you really want to know… but I’m not sure you do.

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The Adam and Sheree Series (taboo bisexual incest erotica)The Adam and Sheree Series (taboo bisexual incest erotica)

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