Playing with the Nanny

by Passing Cloud

Second Instalment as requested. Thank you for the encouragement.

"We saw you following," said the first twin, "You took ages to get here."

"What are you doing?" I said as I clambered to my feet, "Are you playing a game?"

Removing their hands from the still immobile Nanny's panties they stepped towards me. "Sort of," said the first. "If you can guess which one of us is Rebecca and which is Rachel, we'll let you play too."

I noticed that one was wearing a pale blue and one a pale yellow dress. Did I want to play or not? Not sure. I guessed: "You're (blue) Rebecca!"

"Well done," said Rebecca in a strange flat voice- almost as if she was disappointed - "Right first time. You can play with us."

Rachel, smiling, said, "There are rules though. You have to obey the rules or you can't play."

"What are they?" I was a little nervous now.

"Don't you want to know what the game is first?" said Rebecca.

"Yes, I suppose so," I replied, and I turned to look at the nanny.

Rebecca took my hand and led me over to stand in front of the nanny who, as we approached, actually lowered her head, averting her eyes. Her dress was still held in place however and I couldn't help letting my eyes run over her half-naked body. I felt a real thrill to see a grown up like this - even though it was 'only a game'.

Now I was closer I could see how pretty she was. I noted her smooth tanned skin and firm body and her full red lips. She stood at least a foot and a half taller than me and seemed much older (I later found out she was twenty-four - ancient as far as I was concerned).

"It's called "Naughty, Dirty, Nanny!" said Rebecca, almost shouting the last three words straight at the nanny: close to her face. The nanny didn't move: or look up.

"What we do," she continued, "is pretend that Nanny has done something really bad; something dirty (her voice got louder again) but we know all about it and so, to stop us telling anyone and getting her into trouble, she has to do everything we tell her to.... and we just have fun doing that....making her do silly things while we watch and laugh."

"What sort of silly things?" I asked.

"Like that!" giggled Rachel pointing at the young women still holding her dress up to her neck "and this!" she exclaimed, suddenly shouting like a gym mistress "KNEES UP GIRL! RUNNING ON THE SPOT!"

Then, to my shock and horror she whipped the nanny hard across the buttocks with the cane she was still holding.

To my amazement (and, in all honesty, absolute delight - there was that new feeling again) the young nanny actually began running on the spot as instructed. Rachel, giggling throughout, laid a number of quick strokes across her buttocks - not really hard, but they must have stung - all the while shouting "FASTER, FASTER. KNEES UP GIRL!" like a parody of an angry teacher or headmistress.

The twins laughed and giggled as their nanny tried to do as they said but she was clearly in some discomfort so Rebecca said "Right, stop! Stand there and don't move. Drop your dress."

"What do you think" Rebecca asked "it's funny isn't it?"

"Yes," I replied. "It is," and I smiled enthusiastically as I saw their grins: "What are the rules then?"

"Easy" said Rebecca "One: You musn't tell anyone else. Ever. Two: You have got to do what we tell you. Even if it's silly like nanny; that's because it's our game, and you're new at it and younger."

"You're not going to hurt me are you?"

"No. Of course not, silly; you haven't been bad or dirty like nanny: three:" she continued, "you are allowed to tell nanny what to do, but if you do, you have to make sure she does it. Don't let her off, even if she begs. If she ever says no, or begs and complains too much, then she has to be punished. Last; four: You can punish her; hit her with a cane, that sort of thing, but you can't really hurt her. You know. Like cut off her head or something". And we all fell about laughing at that; except for nanny.

"Now then," said Rachel "your first orders. Go over to nanny and give her an instruction. Dirty nanny! You have got to do what Miss Ellie tells you. Do you understand?" As she said this she grinned at me and flicked her head towards the young woman encouraging me to approach her.

Grinning back at the twins I walked over to the nanny and stood in front of her. She stood with her arms by her side, looking at the ground. "Lift your head up," I said. "Are you going to do what I tell you?"

She raised her head and replied (it was the first time I'd heard her speak) "yes Miss Ellie". Her voice was soft and feminine, and I felt a real thrill as she confirmed her obeisance. I don't how actually sexual I felt at the time, but the joy I felt in the power I might have over this woman! My god it was exciting.

I needed to prove to myself that she really would do what I said and I had to think of something which would really confirm it. I'd read books and seen films and there was one image which came to mind where someone was someone else's slave, so I said, "Kiss my feet."

Oh, the flush of pleasure that went through me as she immediately fell to her knees, bent over and, taking one of my feet in her hands, pressed her lips to my skin. I thought that was it, and I would have been content, but she didn't stop at that. She caressed my feet (I was wearing sandals, - no socks), licked my instep; then my toes. She licked between my toes, and I looked up at the others, giggling and laughing, and then I opened my eyes and mouth wide in amazement and felt a flush run up my neck and face as she slipped my sandal off, and put my foot, or at least all of my toes, into her mouth and began to suck. I laughed and giggled until my body was shaking, but it felt so nice and strange that I wanted it to carry on.

She took a breath and I said, "Now the other one," and the whole process was repeated - including the laughter and giggling.

After a little while, and when I'd regained my composure, I told her to stop and stand up.

I walked over to the twins who were still smiling; wide beaming happy smiles. They were lovely looking girls and they'd made me their friend. They'd brought me into this fantastic game. I felt so happy. Then I asked, quietly, "When I first got here, I saw you with your hands down her knickers. What was that about?"

Instead of answering, Rebecca simply said, with a broad grin and an almost cunning look in her eyes, "Have you ever seen a grown-up woman with no clothes on?"