Nanny Diaries 2 - The New Litter

A Taste of my own Medicine

"Did you sleep well, Daphne?" Annie asked, as she removed my pacifier.

"Not particularly, Miss Stewart." I replied honestly, and a little moodily, but still just about minding my manners.

"You were in your own bed, so you should have done...but then yesterday was an exciting day...so, I suppose it is all quite understandable...but I shall suggest to Mrs Hughes that you get an early night, tonight." Annie suggested, trying not to laugh, but clearly enjoying herself immensely at my expense. Not that I really blamed her. She was the only person I knew who had expressed any concerns at what I was doing to my life, because she was the only other heathen who knew as much about Meadvale as me. But her perspective was quite different to mine, of course. Nannying to Annie Stewart was really just a job and whilst she loved working in Meadvale, she did not intend to stay forever. Like so many nannies, she wanted to travel with her employers, and experience lots of new things before she settled down somewhere. I knew she would not stay in Meadvale for long and she was not in thrall to the community like me. "Maybe in a cot of your very own?"

"May I use the bathroom myself, Miss Stewart?" I asked, politely rising above her little jokes at my expense. I had not been at all pleased with Helen Hughes the night before, but I had remembered my vows, after initially complaining about how she was treating me. So, as a mild punishment, in her opinion at least, she had put me to bed in a pull-up and a sleepsuit, to remind me of my new status in her family. "If you could just undo the suit, Miss Stewart?"

"No, Daphne...you know you are not allowed to touch your own diaper...and Mrs Hughes asked me to get you up and dressed...then, if you are good for me, she said that you can help us get the children ready for church...but only if you behave, Daphne."

"Yes, Miss Stewart," I replied, through gritted teeth. But it was what I would have said to Bella, if I was honest, and that was my place. I was a maiden, through choice, and I think I realised that we all needed to settle down into a new routine. And although Annie was enjoying herself, she did not go too far. I remembered collecting Bella from Charlesfield, with Annie to help me, and we had been much tougher on her. Granted, my situation was not the same at all and I was not in disgrace, but Helen was clearly just trying to make me take things a bit easier and accept a slightly different role in the family, and I had not reacted well to it. So, according to the doctrine, I needed a reminder, and that was all it was. And I needed some help getting dressed in my new clothes, as well, because it was not something you could manage on your own, really. Which was when we reached my next hurdle.

"Step in please, Daphne." Annie instructed, holding out a clean pull-up for me.

"I do not think that will be necessary, Miss Stewart." I insisted, in a tone I would certainly have objected to if I were her. I was standing in the bathroom attached to my room, wearing just a dressing gown, and she was in her uniform.

"Daphne...it was not a request...it will be a long morning for you, and you cannot just pop to the loo anymore," Annie said firmly, clearly less than impressed. "Do be sensible."

"I am quite capable of lasting a few hours, Miss Stewart." I persisted, just as Helen came into the bedroom, visible through the half open door. She had obviously overheard some of our conversation, and she did not look very happy. "Helen...I am sorry, but this is all getting rather silly..."

"Yes, Daphne...I am afraid it is...Miss Stewart, I think I need to borrow your paddle..."

I had never been spanked before. I suppose my mother must have smacked my bottom when I was a little girl, but I had no memory of it, and I must admit I was horrified when Annie just grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bedroom. I do not think I physically resisted her, or Helen for that matter, because Annie was a strong girl and I was in a state of shock, but I think I struggled a fair bit. But I still ended up lying across Helen's knees, as naked as the day I was born, and despite my bitter protestations, she began to paddle me. I kicked and squealed for a good twenty, not believing how much it hurt, and then started to cry as the pain and the bitter humiliation started to get too much for twenty more. And then Helen handed me over to Annie for sixty more timely reminders of my new status in life. I was sobbing pathetically long before they were finished, and then Helen started to lecture me.