Hidden Desires, Awakened Powers
Chapter 8
Light flooded the bedroom as Mary pulled back the curtains. The brightness brought Amanda back from the land of her Mommy’s dreams and she whimpered and rolled over, burying her head in the pillow that smelt of her Mommy, it was she thought a lovely way to start the day.
“Come along, miss.” Mary said as she pulled back the duvet, admiring Amanda’s bare backside which, even if her little baby doll nightdress had not risen up, the shoulder strap slipping halfway down her upper arm, would have been on display.
“Don’t want to get up.” Amanda’s muffled words came from the pillow as she drew her legs up, curling into a ball.
Mary stood and looked down at the young girl’s feet, the toes that she so wanted to put in her mouth and suck, curling and the soles wrinkling, just asking to be kissed and tickled. Somehow Mary resisted the temptation and gently shook Amanda’s shoulder. “Come along, miss. Your Mommy is waiting to have breakfast with you and then you are going shopping.”
A little of the tension eased from Amanda’s curled up body at Mary’s words, but still she remained with her head buried in the pillow, drawing in drafts of her Mommy’s scent.
“Your Mommy says that if you are a good little girl, you can wear the new dress your Mommy bought for you as a surprise.” Mary enticed and smiled to herself as the ball of beautiful flesh unrolled and lay on her back looking up at Mary, the thin nightdress unable to contain her nubile breasts and recently shaved pussy.
With a look of eager wonder Amanda asked. “Is it a pretty dress?”
“Oh very pretty.” Mary assured her. “But first I’ve run you a bath, then I’ll do your hair and then.”
“I can wear my new pretty dress!” Amanda all but squealed as she sat up and took a hold of the hand Mary proffered.
“That’s right, miss. You can wear your pretty new dress, now come along.”
Amanda skipped along, still holding Mary’s hand as they left her Mommy’s bedroom and headed for the bathroom.
Standing beside the bath into which Mary had drawn no more than six inches of water, Mary took hold of the hem of Amanda’s nightdress as Amanda lifted her arms, allowing the maid to remove the flimsy garment. Mary then knelt beside the bath and tested the temperature of the water with her elbow and, satisfied that it wasn’t too hot she held Amanda’s hand as the young woman climbed in and settled herself.
With one hand cradling Amanda’s head, Mary took a sponge and started to wash her young charge, paying particular and lengthy attention to her breasts, pussy and especially her feet.
With Amanda’s skin glistening clean, Mary moved her hand down between the girl’s shoulder blades and took the shower head in her other hand. Obligingly, Amanda tipped her head back while Mary wet, shampooed and rinsed her red hair.
“There, all done, miss.” Mary said as she helped Amanda stand and climb out of the bath, then with meticulous care she dried the young girl before towel drying her water darkened locks.
“Can I see my new dress now, Mary?” Amanda asked excitedly as they entered her own bedroom.
“Not yet, miss. Your Mommy wants me to do your hair first, you like that don’t you miss.” Mary replied as she guided Amanda to the seat in front of the dressing table.
As she sat in the chair with her maid brushing out her hair, an image came to her clouded mind and she asked. “Are you going to make me look pretty again, Mary?”
“Your Mommy doesn’t want you playing with makeup today, miss.” Mary explained as she started to wrap Amanda’s naturally curly hair tightly around some foam curlers. “But even without the make up you are going to look very pretty, miss.
“Oh and by the way, miss.” Mary added. “Your Mommy wants you to call me Nanny Mary, or just Nanny from now on.”
It was a risk, Mary knew, for her mistress had not said anything of the kind, but Mary liked the idea and hoped her mistress wouldn’t mind, or even be pleased and then she’d.. Images of Mary’s mistress’s feet with their beautifully cured toes and golden sandals filled Mary’s mind sending a shudder of desire down her spine.
This seemed to appease Amanda who simply said “Yes, Nanny.” And sat still, allowing Mary to finish wrapping the curlers before blow-drying them and finally removing the rollers leaving Amada’s normally longish hair in tight ringlets that just about brushed her naked shoulders. With the addition of a couple of slides with little pink butterflies Mary was content that she had so far fulfilled her mistress’s orders.
“Can I see my new dress now, Nanny?” Amanda whined when Mary told her that her hair was finished, and Mary really did like this lovely young woman calling her Nanny, almost as sexy she thought as her calling her mistress, Mommy.
“What’s the magic word, miss?” Mary asked, as sternly as she imagined a proper nanny would do.
Amanda pouted but her wish to see her new dress was greater than her obstinacy and she relented. “Please, Nanny.”
“That’s better.” Mary said as she went to the wardrobe. “Now stand up and close your eyes, miss.”
Eagerly, Amanda stood and Mary allowed herself a couple of seconds admiring the sweet vision, before taking out a pink and white gingham checked cotton dress that Miss Parker had ordered as soon as Amanda’s parents had given their consent to Amanda attending ‘summer school’.
“Okay, miss, you can open your eyes now.” Mary said as she held the dress up for Amanda’s inspection, her fingers stroking the silky lining. Mary knew that this was an expensive dress just by the quality of the lining and general finishing and smiled at the look of pleasure on Amanda’s innocent face, not because of its price, but simply for what she knew she would look like wearing it.
Mary pulled down the concealed back zip and helped Amanda to step into it before pulling it up and fastening it. The dress was an absolute match for the way Mary had dressed the young woman’s hair with its white lace trim around the round neck, half length puff sleeves and hem. The neckline displayed Amanda’s young breasts deliciously and the tight bodice accentuated her flat stomach before it flared out into a short skirt that finished about four inches above her knees.
Amanda squealed with delight when Mary finished zipping it up and let her look at herself in the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door. “Can I go and show Mommy, please, Nanny?”
“Better put your shoes and socks on first.” Mary said smiling at the young woman’s enthusiasm, and was rewarded by a little giggle from the redhead.
Mary opened the wardrobe once more and removed a pair of black patent ‘T-bar’ shoes and a pair of white, lace trimmed ankle socks that her mistress had purchased with the dress. “Sit on the bed, miss.” Mary instructed and watched as the young girl lowly lowered herself, making sure she didn’t crease the skirt of her new dress.
Kneeling and lifting Amanda’s right foot, Mary ‘accidentally’ let the tip of her finger brush the arch of Amanda’s sole making Amanda snatch it back with a half suppressed giggle, a sound Mary found quite enchanting. “Nanny! Don’t do that!” Amanda protested, even as she let Mary take hold of her ankle once more, holding it more securely this time.
“Don’t do what, miss?” Mary asked innocently before once more tickling the girl’s foot and saying “You mean this, miss.”
Amanda squirmed with glee as Mary tickled her mercilessly and could quite happily have spent the rest of the day doing the same, feeling the young woman wriggle and laugh whilst Mary touched her beautiful, sexy feet and looked up the hem of her short skirt, but she had to stop when her mistress called from downstairs. “Your breakfasts going cold, sweetheart, and I don’t want to be late setting off shopping.”
“Oops.” Mary said with a broad grin as she stopped her sweet torture and breathlessly, Amanda almost collapsed. With swift efficiency, Mary finished putting Amanda’s feet into the socks and shoes, fastening the little brass buckles of her shoes and with a smile announced that Amanda really was as pretty as a picture.
As Mary stood she was suddenly embraced tightly, Amanda’s head pressing against the maids satin covered bosom. “Thank you, Nanny.” Amanda said genuinely and Mary, with her cheeks reddening at the show of affection, dipped her head and kissed the crown of the younger woman’s head and said. “You’re most welcome, miss. Now you had better run down for your breakfast.
Almost out of the door, Amanda suddenly stopped and exclaimed. “Nanny! You forgot my panties!”
With a grin Mary assured her, “I have done no such thing, miss. I have dressed you exactly as your Mommy told me to.”
It took a couple of seconds for the impact of Mary’s words to sink into Amanda’s consciousness, but when it did she gave a delightful gasp that raised goose bumps on Mary’s arms, then Amanda bounded out of her room and down the stairs two at a time. With a smile touching her berry red lips Mary followed a little more decorously.
As Amanda entered the light room kitchen her Mommy was standing in front of the Aga stirring the contents of a large saucepan. Amanda glanced at the table and saw two places set next to each other, one with a clean bowl, plate and cutlery the other used, with toast crumbs on the plate. She was about to sit but wanted her Mommy to see her new dress first and so half coughed and said “Hello Mommy.”
The cough was quite unnecessary for Amanda had made so much noise coming down the stairs that her Mommy would have had to have been deaf not to notice. Although no longer resembling a Greek goddess, Miss Parker was still heavenly, dressed in her more accustomed cotton button through summer dress, with poppy’s on a pale yellow background.
She turned and the sun came out for Amanda as her Mommy’s smile told her everything she needed to know about how she looked. “Oh, poppet.” Miss Parker cooed, you look scrummy enough to eat.”
Amanda struck a pose, bending her left knee, her foot on tip toe as she held the flared skirt out and swivelled from side to side. “Thank you, Mommy. The dress is beautiful.” Amanda said.
“And so are you, honey.” Miss Parker said and added as she took the pan from the stove. “Now jump up to the table and have a nice bowl of porridge.”
Miss Parker put the bowl down and said as she poured on some ice-cold milk, just let it cool a little, we don’t want you burning your pretty lips.
“Pass me that, Mary” Miss Parker addressed the newly arrived maid who picked up a cloth from the work surface and handed it to her mistress. Before Amanda realised what she was doing Miss Parker had lain the towling bib across Amanda’s breasts and was tying the strings behind her neck.
“Mommy! I’m not a baby!” Amanda blurted out. But Miss Parker was having none of it.
“You don’t want to spill sticky porridge on your nice new dress, do you, honey.” Miss Parker said as she sat down beside a slightly truculent Amanda. She pulled the bowl from in front of Amanda and stirred in the milk with a spoon. She then lifted the spoon to her mouth and tasted the thick creamy cereal, testing its temperature. “Mmm.” She sighed licking her lips before holding out the spoon towards Amanda saying, “Blow for Mommy.”
Amanda tried to remain sullen but it was beyond her and in spite of herself giggled before pursing her lips extravagantly and blowing across the rapidly cooling gruel.
“Good girl.” Miss Parker encouraged. “Now open wide for Mommy.”
Preceded by yet another girly giggle Amanda opened her mouth as wide as it would go and let her Mommy put the spoon inside, whereupon Amanda closed her lips as her Mommy withdrew the spoon, scraping a stray spot from her lips before repeating the process.
By the time half of the porridge had been consumed Miss Parker asked. “Would you like some juice, sweetie?”
As Amanda answered in the affirmative Miss Parker nodded to Mary who opened the fridge and removed a plastic cup complete with a lid that had a raised portion pierced with three holes.
As Mary placed the baby’s cup on the table Amanda was about to object once more but stopped as she saw the warning look on her Mommy’s face, a look that turned to sweetness as Amanda compliantly lifted the cup to her lips and sucked the juice through the holes.
A “Good girl.” And a smile was her reward before her Mommy started feeding her again.
When Miss Parker had scraped the last of the porridge from the bowl and fed it to her beautiful baby girl she asked. “Right then, are you ready to come shopping with me, sweetie?”
Before answering Amanda glanced at Mary and asked. “Is Nanny coming with us?”
Miss Parker raised an eyebrow at Mary whose cheeks turned a vivid pink as she shuffled her feet where she stood, tensing as if expecting a verbal blow. No such attack happened, instead she was treated to a warm smile of appreciation from her mistress before she replied. “No, sweetie, Nanny wont be coming this time, there really isn’t enough room in the car, but we could buy her something as a treat, a reward for making you look so pretty this morning.
Miss Parker appeared to think about this for a couple of seconds before continuing, " We could buy her something more Nannyish to wear. What do you think, honey? What about a nice nurses uniform for when she’s looking after you?”
Again Mary blushed as both Amanda and Miss Parker looked at her closely. Amanda imagined the tall blonde in a crisp navy blue dress with a broad white elasticated belt and a little watch hanging from her pocket just like on the TV. This was not the vision that Miss Parker had, but Amanda was happy enough with hers and said so.
“Then it’s a nurses uniform for Mary.” Miss Parker confirmed making Mary’s cheeks blush even more.
“Would Nanny please clear away the breakfast things while I go and get the car.” Miss Parker said, barely able to contain her mirth.
“Yes, Mistress.” Mary replied with a half curtsey as she moved to the table and started to load the dishwasher.
Amanda jumped down from table as she heard the car horn blare outside and headed for the door but stopped as Mary asked. “Haven’t you forgotten something, miss.”
Amanda turned and stood on tiptoe as she kissed Mary on the cheek and said. “Goodbye, Nanny.”
Mary smiled and said “That was very nice, sweetheart.” And she realised she meant it, but added “But I meant you were still wearing your bib.”
“Oh!” Amanda laughed as Mary undid the bow and threw the bib into the washing basket that she would attend to as soon as her mistress had left.
As Amanda closed the door behind her, Miss Parker revved the Merc’s engine enthusiastically and Amanda climbed in the passenger side.
“Don’t sit on your skirt, honey. You’ll get it all creased.” Miss Parker told Amanda who apologised and wiggled around until her bare backside was sitting on the cool leather trim.
“That’s better.” Miss Parker said as Amanda straightened the front of her skirt and the car set off at speed. When they came to a T-junction where left was to the town where their school was located Miss Parker indicated to turn right.
“Aren’t we going in to town?” Amanda asked a little surprised.
“No Honey.” Miss Parker said. “I know a lovely little market town about 50 miles away, lots of quaint shops and a couple of really chic boutiques.” What Miss Parker didn’t say was that as she was so well known in their local town, there was no way she could be seen during the holidays with one of her pupils, especially one dressed in the way that Amanda was.
Amanda jumped a little as she felt her Mommy’s hand on her thigh, but it was a passing reaction and soon she was squirming against the leather seat as her Mommy’s hand slid beneath her skirt to stroke her baby smooth pussy. Amanda put her hand on top of her skirt pushing her Mommy’s hand against her, wanting her to slip her long slender fingers inside her, but her Mommy was teasing her, hinting at pleasures to come and all too soon needed to put both hands on the wheel, leaving Amanda excited and frustrated, especially when her Mommy said. “Don’t do that, sweetie. It’s not polite.” When Amanda started to press hard against her aching pussy.
Within the hour Miss Parker was swinging the car into a space near the centre of the quiet town. “Come along, honey. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
Hand in hand they walked down a deserted side street until Miss Parker stopped outside a second hand bookshop. She peered through the window and was pleased to see that no one was currently browsing the disorganised shelves and as usual, Marguerite, the shops owner and former school friend of Miss Parker was sat behind the counter, either asleep or engrossed in some tacky bodice ripper novel.
Moving out of sight, Miss Parker whispered in Amanda’s ear and Amanda giggled and nodded her agreement to her Mommy’s plan.
With Miss Parker remaining out of sight, Amanda breezed up to the shop door and went in, removed the bunch of keys that Marguerite had, as usual, left in the lock and approached the counter, the woman behind showing no sign that she was aware of anyone else in the whole world let alone the shop. “Excuse me, Miss.” Amanda said politely making the older woman jump.
“I’m sorry I was miles away.” Marguerite said before looking up from her book and stopping mid apology as she saw the beautiful girl before her holding out her own keys.
“You left these in the door, Miss.” Amanda explained as she put them on the counter. “My Mommy says you are always doing that.” She added with a cheeky grin.
“Ah, your Mommy.” Marguerite mused, now aware of the provenance of her mystery guest.
“Do you know my Mommy?” Amanda asked inquisitively.
The broad smile would probably have been sufficient answer but Marguerite said as well. “Oh yes I know your Mommy very well indeed.”
Amanda’s grin matched Marguerite’s for warmth and desire, for, like her Mommy, time had been kind to Marguerite. “My Mommy said you would give me a lollipop if you couldn’t guess what colour my panties are.” Amanda said, repeating her Mommy’s words exactly and trying not to smile at the trick they were playing on her Mommy’s friend.
“Did she now.” Marguerite said, rising to the challenge. “And did she say how many guesses I could have, I don’t give out lollipops, even to pretty little girls for nothing.”
Again Amanda giggled and said. “Mommy said you could have three guesses, Miss.”
“Three, well that might make it worth a lollipop, and please call me Aunty Maggie, I’ve known your Mommy for so long we are like sisters anyway, and what do I call you?”
“I’m called Amanda, Aunty Maggie.” Amanda informed her with a small curtsey.
“A Pretty name for a pretty little girl.” Marguerite said as she reached down beneath the counter and extracted a candy lollipop from the half filled box she always kept there, for, despite what she had told Amanda, Marguerite was quite generous with her lollipops.
Amanda eyed the sweet hungrily as Marguerite held it up temptingly.
“I have to warn you, Amanda, I am very good at guessing the colour of little girls panties.” Marguerite said as she looked closely at the delicious treat her friend had provided. “We’ll.” She thought out loud. “You’re wearing a very pretty pink and white dress, and I know what a stickler your Mommy is for having everything matching so I think they are probably..” Marguerite left a suspenseful pause, delighted at how eager Amanda appeared to be. “White!” she guessed dramatically.
Amanda giggled, and emphatically said “No!” And Marguerite found it very difficult not to jump over the counter and devour the perfect little morsel there and then but she took a deep breath, pretending to be considering her next guess.
“Well then, if they aren’t white, then they must be pink.” Marguerite stated, sounding sure of herself, as if ready to withdraw the prize.
Once more a giggle and a no, this time with an emphatic shake of her head, sending her ringlets flying, was the answer that appeared to flummox Marguerite.
“Last guess, Aunty Maggie!” Amanda squealed delightedly.
“Not white and not pink, well this is a tricky one for sure.” Marguerite admitted as she slowly unwrapped the candy, revealing a white ball with a red spiral running around it, and in the process making Amanda’s mouth water as much as her pussy.
“Well my lucky colour is purple, but I can’t see your Mommy letting you wear purple panties with a pink dress.” Marguerite drew out the suspense before suddenly saying. “Third and final guess, yellow.”
This time Amanda really did squeal with delight, almost jumping up and down with excitement. “Wrong again, Aunty Maggie. I get the lollipop!”
Amanda reached out but her prize was pulled back. “How do I know I haven’t guessed right, hm? I mean you area very pretty little girl and I’m sure your Mommy wouldn’t let you tell fibs, especially to your Aunty Maggie, but you might be playing a trick on me.
“I’m not, Aunty Maggie, I promise.” Amanda whined.
“I tell you what.” Marguerite said slyly, “Why don’t you come in to the back room and show me, that way I’ll know I didn’t guess right.”
Amanda seemed a little concerned until Marguerite held the lollipop in front of her sweet face, turning the stick slowly between her finger and thumb, the red spiral holding Amanda’s attention.
“That’s right, sweetie, just look at the pretty lollipop and come with Aunty Maggie.” Marguerite said as she started to back out of the shops public area followed like the pied piper by Amanda.
Marguerite glanced up as the door opened, and, as she had expected, Miss Parker entered with a wave and a smile. The smile was returned but not the wave for Marguerite’s hand was busy twirling the entrancing candy ball.
“Good little girl.” Marguerite whispered as Amanda followed her into a small room with a table, chairs and a sofa that Marguerite used for a rest room. “Now show Aunty Maggie what colour your panties are, sweetheart.”
With a dazed look on her face that Marguerite enjoyed almost as much as she did the taste of a younger woman’s cum, or the feel of an expertly trained tongue on her pussy, Amanda lifted her short skirt and the musky scent that had accompanied her into the shop was doubled.
Even though Marguerite had been expecting the girl to be sans panties, the actuality of it brought a gasp from the older woman followed by an “Oh my, what a gorgeous pussy, all warm and glistening.”
Lowering the lollipop Marguerite guided Amanda to one of the chairs and held out the sweet for Amanda to take, breaking the spell she had cast, bringing back Miss Parker’s creation.
With a giggle Amanda took the lollipop and before putting it into her mouth she laughed. “We tricked you didn’t we, Aunty Maggie.”
“You certainly did.” Marguerite’s voice said from between the girls fresh young thighs just before her tongue tasted her own sweet confection.
From the doorway, Miss Parker watched as Amanda sucked on the lollipop as eagerly as she had her breast the previous night while her friend licked and sucked her pussy. Without volition one of Miss Parkers hands went to her breast, the other over her pussy as she watched the flush of passion colour her baby girls cheeks as the air filled with the scent of sex and sugar.
When Amanda came, covering Marguerite’s face with cum, she screamed with delight and release of the frustration her Mommy had been building in the car in preparation.
“I need to pop out for a little while and get that present for your Nanny.” Miss Parker said through gasps, only just managing to stop herself from cumming. “Would you mind looking after Amanda for me, I wont be long and I’m sure when she’s finished her lollipop you can think of something else for her to suck.
“Take as long as you want, honey.” Marguerite said as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
“Just let me clean up your pretty little girl, we don’t want her ruining her new dress do we.” Marguerite added before returning to the source of the heady aroma and started to lick it clean.