Over the Nanny’s Knee

Nancy Hall was only five years older than me when she started her job as our new nanny. Well, she wasn’t my nanny, per se. I was already grown and starting college. But I had three much younger siblings and my parents were gone on business so often that they needed someone to look after them for extended periods of time.

Even though Nancy wasn’t there to look after me we were in a constant power struggle. She saw herself as having authority over all things that involved the smooth running of the household (a pretty fair assumption now that I look back on it). I liked to do things that disrupted that, like coming home very late, leaving my dishes in the sink, and taking too long in the shower when she was getting the kids ready for school. I also had a habit of making objectifying comments to her when she bent over or came out of the shower.

She would snap at me often and sometimes she even gave me orders. I would usually roll my eyes and leave the room. I felt bad that I was making her job difficult but the way she presumed to have the right to boss me around was more than I could handle. As far as I was concerned I was the man of the house when my dad was gone and Nancy was an employee of the family. She practically worked for me.

But my attitude toward her would soon change…

Once I was off for summer break Nancy and I started getting on each other’s nerves even more than usual. Then came the fateful Monday morning when I was getting out of the shower and I realized my towel was missing. This was very puzzling because I knew I had put one up on the hanger before I got in. I peeked out of the door and there was Nancy, just a few feet down the hallway, holding my towel with the same smug grin on her face that I had come to despise.

“Looking for something?,” she asked, shaking the towel in her right hand.

“Nancy, this isn’t funny! Give me the god damned towel!” I shouted.

“You do realize that I had to send the kids to school without brushing their teeth or combing their hair, and they were all still 20 minutes late to class because we were waiting for you to get out of the bathroom?” she said, unfazed by my shouting.

I took a deep breath and sighed. She was right. I had no good comeback.

“What’s the matter, were you having troubling finishing on time this morning? she asked in a condescending voice. “You normally get it done in at least 15 minutes.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I retorted.

She began laughing. “Ohhh, Cameron you don’t think I know what you’re doing in there, you little pervert? Well, I sure hope it was worth it. Cause I locked all the bedrooms and all the towels are in my room. You’re in time out until I say otherwise.”

I clenched my fists and glared at her as I shook my head. “Oh fuck that!” I shouted. I flung open the door and walked right out of the bathroom. Nancy began laughing and covered her mouth with her hand. “Give me the towel!” I shouted as I began walking toward her, my naked body dripping all over the hardwood floor of the hallway.

“Smile, you’re on camera!” she said pointing up at the security camera in the hallway.

“Ahhh shit!” I exclaimed. I darted back for the bathroom.

“Stop right there or I swear to god I will use that footage to make your life a living hell!” she scolded. I froze just as my hand reached the doorknob. I knew what I had just done could get me into a world of trouble. I had just made the fateful error in our battle of wills and she was now the victor. I paused and decided to relent. I folded my arms to keep myself warm and stayed there at the door still facing away from her.

“Look Nancy, I’m sorry…seriously, about everything. I’ve been a total dick to you and you have every right to be mad at me. Just… you know, let me get dressed and I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear!” she said with a smile that I could hear in her voice. “But that’s not good enough. If you want me to keep your perverted little stunt between us then you are going to submit to my rules as the governess of this household. Is that understood?”

I thought about it for a moment. Everything inside of me wanted to rebel. I felt a sharp, unwelcome sting on my right butt cheek. I grabbed my butt and looked back to find that she rolled up the towel and had used it as a whip.

“I said, is that understood!” she exclaimed, nearly shouting.

I closed my eyes and pursed my lips in humiliation. “Yes, Nancy. Whatever you want.”

“No, no Cameron. This has nothing to do with what I want. It has to do with you being a good boy and obeying your nanny. So are you going to do that or are you going to continue being a disobedient little brat?”

“I’ll do it,” I said meekly.

“And why will you do it?”

It took everything I had but I swallowed my pride, took a deep breath, and gave her the answer she was looking for. “Because you are my nanny,” I replied.

“That’s correct. And do you know what happens to naughty boys who don’t obey their nanny?”

“Ummm…they get trapped naked in the bathroom?”

She giggled for a second. “No, this was a one-time thing. But since your cute little bottom is all naked for me I can show you right here and now.” She came around and opened the door. She pointed authoritatively with her index finger. “Get inside the bathroom, put your hands on the sink counter, and stick your butt out!” she commanded.

I did as she told me. I was beyond embarrassed to be naked and completely at her command but I was growing curious as to why she had chosen this particular way of asserting her dominance. As I placed my hands on the counter I could hear the sound of her belt unbuckling. My heart quickened and my eyes went wide.

“Cameron, have you ever been spanked before?” she asked. I watched in the mirror as she folded the belt in her right hand. It was thin and braided with brown strips of leather.

“No, Nancy. My parents don’t believe in spanking children.”

“Good,” she said. “Neither do I. But grown-ass men who act like children? Tooootally different story.”

I scoffed and laughed awkwardly. I couldn’t believe she was actually going to spank me. Then I felt the leather of her belt graze my bottom gently. With her other hand she began massaging my balls. Her palms and fingertips were soft as silk.

“Are you ready for your very first butt whipping Cameron?” she whispered into my ear. My manhood was beginning to swell even though I had just finished masturbating only moments prior. Still, I wasn’t quite ready to admit to her, or to myself for that matter, that there was something which felt suddenly, and mysteriously arousing about being subject to her authority.

“I don’t really have a choice now do I? I exposed myself to you on camera…”

She giggled and continued whispering softly. “Ohhh no, silly boy. Those cameras don’t work. They never have. They’re just there to keep you in line when your parents are gone. Besides, I want your reeeal obedience. I want you to obey me because you know that it’s good for you and you know that it’s what you need. It’s what you have always needed…”

The belt began to slap my butt softly as she continued to caress my man parts. My dick was becoming stiffer with each smack of the leather. “Also…” she continued, moving her hand to my shaft. She began to stroke gently. “If you do what I say and take your punishments like a good boy… I’ll consider making it worth your while.”

I was breathing quickly by now and my manhood was at peak stiffness. I smiled and closed my eyes to take in the delicious touch of her dainty fingers as the belt began to smack me a little bit harder. “Really?” I asked with a loud exhalation.

“Yes, really…well, once in a while that is. When I’m feeling generous.” The belt was picking up force and was starting to hurt a little. It was also starting to make noise which worried me since I had left the window open to let all the steam out.

“Well, what will it be Cameron? Are you ready to take your first punishment from me?”

“Yes, Nancy!” I blurted out.

I watched in the mirror as she raised the belt into the air. She removed herself from my erection and placed her hand on my shoulder. “Good,” she replied. “Now you’re getting six whips for exposing yourself to me and leaving the bathroom without my permission. I wanna hear you count each one and say, “I’m sorry. I will never disobey my nanny again.”

“But Nancy, the window’s open. The neighbors might hear.”

“Good! Then they’ll know what happens to disobedient brats who don’t obey their nanny. Besides, you should have thought of that before you decided to misbehave.”

To this day I’m still not quite sure what possessed me to do it, but somehow I found within myself the sudden urge to submit. I stuck my butt out, closed my eyes, and hung my head in shame — not shame for what was happening, but pure remorse for what I had done. “Yes, Nancy,” I replied contritely.

With that I felt the fierce sting of the belt as it whipped across both of my butt cheeks with an astonishing amount of force. “Owwww!!” I cried. “One! I’m sorry! I will never disobey my nanny again!.”

I opened my eyes to watch her wind up for the second stroke. She was not holding back. The next two whaps came hard and quick. I jumped up on my toes and howled at the ceiling. Another stroke landed shortly after.

“Are we forgetting something? Don’t you have something to say?” she asked angrily.

I settled back down onto my heels. “Two, I’m sorry. I will never disobey my nanny again! Three…I’m sorry…”

The belt landed before I could finish. “Four! I’m sorry!” Again, I was rudely interrupted by the cruel sting of the belt. “Five! I’m sorry!” She raised the belt high in the air and paused.

“Last one. It’s gonna be extra hard. I want to hear the whole thing. And I want to hear it loud. No point in hiding it. If there are any neighbors outside, they already know exactly what’s happening and exactly who it’s happening to.”

With that she delivered on her promise to make the last stroke “extra hard.” I howled and jumped, completely forgetting about counting and reciting my line.

“Let’s hear it Cameron!”

“Six! I’m sorry, I will never disobey…” my voice cracked and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I tried to choke them back but I couldn’t continue without breaking. Finally, I muttered through sobs as tears rolled down my cheek. “I’m sorry. I will never disobey my nanny again.” Strange and sudden as it was to me for me to feel that way, I meant it sincerely.

Nancy laced the belt back around her waist, buckled it as I watched, and then opened her arms to hold me. We embraced and I sobbed in her shoulder as she rubbed my back and my bottom. “It’s okay, sweetie. Let it all out,” she said, now in a gentle whisper. I cried in her arms, repeating over and over how sorry I was for mistreating her. We remained there for several minutes until she pulled away and looked at me square in the eye.

“You’re forgiven, sweetie. But only for leaving the bathroom the way you did. We still have the other issues with your behavior that require correction as well. So tomorrow afternoon after I drop off your brothers and sisters, I want you in my room. I’m going to put you across my knee and spank your bottom with a wooden spoon. And since you’ve been so difficult for so long, that spankin’s gonna be one you will never forget. Understood?”

I nodded. “Ok,” I said as our gazes met again. Her blue eyes were strong and caring. There was a depth and beauty in them that held me captive and seemed to stir up in me an inexplicable need to obey her every word.

“You will address me as miss Nancy from now on,” she said, her eyes still glued to mine.

“Yes, miss Nancy,” I said.

“That’s better. Now you’re still in time out. So stay in here until I come back later and bring you your towel and some clothes. While you’re in here I want you to think long and hard about how you’re going to treat me differently and what will happen if you fail to do that.”

“But how long do I have to sta-”

“No no! I didn’t give you permission to question me,” she said sternly. “I said stay in here and think until I come back for you. Now what do you say when I give you a directive?”

“Yes, miss Nancy,” I said, looking down at the bathroom rug, now soaked with water.

And with that, she turned away and the bathroom door slammed shut. I was alone in the bathroom with a sore butt and nothing but time to think about the punishment I would receive the very next day and the new relationship I now had with Nancy, my nanny.

I leaned up against the sink and thought of what it would be like to have my pants around my ankles, draped over her knee in her bedroom. My manhood began to grow again. “Maybe having a nanny, isn’t so bad,” I said to myself. “Maybe it really is what I’ve been needing this whole time.”

To be continued in Part 2, now published!

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