RP STORY: John's Irish Nanny M/m, F/m, nc, witnesses fiction by johnnyw
johnnyw
fiction by johnnyw
M/m, F/m, nc, witness
This story involves the fictional spanking of a juvenile male by his
parents. If you are a minor, or this type of story offends you please stop
reading. The situations depicted in this story are fictional, any
resemblance to actual persons or circumstances is coincidental. If this
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John's Irish Nanny
by johnnyw
John Green was 14 and his mother was pregnant again. His younger
sisters were 7 and 9 and now his mother was about to give birth, the
ultrasound showed, to another girl. John's mother wanted help with the new
baby and the other kids, so she decided that she would hire a nanny. A
friend of the family had hired an au pair and was very happy with the young
girl. Mrs. Green checked with the agency and when she found out that there
would be a long wait for a qualified au pair, the director of the agency
suggested that she call one of his ex-clients. This girl, Catherine, was a
trained nurse from Ireland, had once been an au pair with the agency.
Catherine was currently waiting for her visa to expire and would soon face
returning to Ireland if she didn't find work and renew her visa. While she
couldn't work as a nurse in the US she could work as a nanny.
Mrs. Green met with Catherine and they hit it off immediately.
Catherine explained that to work longer than three months the Green's would
have to apply to Immigration and Naturalization to extend her visa. Mrs.
Green wasn't sure if she wanted to commit right away, but she said they'd
give things a try and if they worked out they'd help with her visa.
Catherine moved into the Green's house almost immediately. The girl's were
as enamored of Catherine as Mrs. Green was. Catherine's wavy, jet black
hair, green eyes, hour glass figure, and peaches and cream complexion all
conspired to make her a very attractive young lady, who looked much younger
than her twenty-five years. Catherine's bubbly personality, along with her
wonderful sense of humor and unflagging optimism endeared her to everyone
she met. And her lilting Irish voice could melt even the most hardened of
hearts. John however, was somewhat more reserved in his reaction to "her."
The girls had taken to calling Catherine "Miss Kathy," Mr. Green called
her by her given name, and Mrs. Green thought of her new friend as "Kat."
John just called Catherine "her," "she," or "hey you" depending on whether
he was talking about Catherine or directly to her.
While the rest of the family absolutely adored Catherine, John was at
constant odds with her. Mr. and Mrs. Green thought John was just being a
smart mouth kid and offered, or rather threatened, to show him some
parental attention designed at changing his attitude. Catherine told the
Green's that John was at an uneasy age and they should show more patience
with him, he'd come around soon. Catherine knew that this was the age when
John would have started rebelling against his mother, his emotions towards
a strong female figure coming into direct conflict with his emerging
sexuality. Even though Catherine was eleven years older than John was she
looked and acted much younger than her age; (she got carded at any bar she
entered and was served most reluctantly, sometimes being denied service
with the admonition to give the license back to her sister) John was
obviously channeling his feelings of confusion towards her. The tension
between John and Catherine grew as the days turned into weeks.
By the beginning of the third month even Mr. Green wasn't sure who was
running the house anymore, Catherine had things running so smoothly that
even the Green's were afraid to step in and tamper with anything. That is
why the Green's didn't understand John's constant struggle to accept
Catherine. Lately John's outbursts and protestations had earned him a few
swats on the bottom and more than a few times he'd been threatened with
having his mouth washed out with soap. The whole issue came to a head one
evening when the family was watching television. The girls had been sent
to bed at their accustomed time and at nine o'clock Catherine told John it
was now his time to go to bed.
"But mom," John pleaded his case, "you know I love this movie, can't I
just stay up 'til it's over."
"No." Mrs. Green responded. "Tomorrow is a school day. Now off to
bed."
"IT'S NOT FAIR!" John began screaming at his parents about how unfair
things were now that "she" was here. During his speech every time John
said "she" or "her" he pointed an accusatory finger at Catherine.
Catherine sat on the couch and looked on misty eyed as John told his
parents that he didn't like having "her" in the house, and how he wanted
things back to the way they were. During his impromptu speech John let an
occasional "damn" and "hell" slip in, when these slips occurred his father
quietly cautioned John to watch his language. His mother on the other hand
had been telling John to stop yelling and making such a scene.
John's father came up with a compromise, "John, you can watch this
until the next commercial, then you can set the VCR to record the rest and
watch it tomorrow after school. But I can see that you're overtired."
John somehow thought that he had a chance of winning this argument and
started anew, perhaps spurred on by the barb about being overtired. But
this time he was almost in tears and spiced up his tirade with the word
"bullshit." While the Green's and Catherine were all shocked, nobody was
more shocked than John as he felt his father pull him over by the arm and
with one tug pulled the boy's pajama bottoms and underpants almost to his
knees.
John, who was already teary-eyed began to sob, almost begging his
father not to spank him in front of his mother and Catherine. Mr. Green
ignored his son's pleas and only responded with "I'll give you something to
cry about." Then he did.
John was spanked infrequently, and always in the privacy of his
bedroom, but this time his father was so outraged by his behavior that he
decided swift justice was necessary. John was positioned over his father's
knees and his bare backside felt his father's strong hand fall the first
time. The sting from that first spank was different from any other John
had felt, he'd rarely been spanked bare and never in front of a non-family
member. John's immediate thoughts were of the embarrassment of being
stripped bare in front of Catherine and his mother but after about fifteen
hard spanks on the bare bottom the only thing John was thinking about was
the end of his punishment. Mr. Green's hand covered most of John's chubby,
teenage bottom cheeks. Catherine could see a white hand imprint with each
spank, and that imprint would turn red just as the next spank fell. As a
nurse Catherine had seen many naked people, so that didn't excite her, and
she'd seen her brothers strapped and caned at home, so that had no effect
on her, but to see this rude little boy get his comeuppance made her feel
good. Catherine sat a little straighter in her seat and was enjoying
watching John's bare bottom as it made the transition from pale white to
bright apple red.
In the two minutes John spent over his father's knee he must have felt
Mr. Green's blazing hot hand land fifty or so times. As suddenly as the
spanking started it stopped. Mr. Green stood John up. John's hand shot
back to his burning rump, oblivious to what that action left on display to
the two women seated on the couch. John was crying loudly when his father
told him to stop it and pull up his pants. John's tear filled eyes popped
open wide as his father said that, realizing that his penis, fresh pubic
hair and all, was in plain view of his mother and Catherine. John yanked
up his jockey shorts and pajama bottoms before running upstairs to his
bedroom, ignoring his father's instructions to apologize to the ladies for
his bad language.
The Green's and Catherine sat in an embarrassed silence as they heard
John slam his bedroom door and the loud "thunk" as he threw himself on his
bed, his cries died off suddenly as he buried his head in a pillow. The
three adults were staring at each other in an awkward embarrassment when
they heard the strains of the movie's theme song begin signifying the end
of the commercials, so they had an excuse to stop looking at one another
and instead stare at the TV in awkward embarrassment.
That spanking cemented Catherine as an authority figure for John. He
began to respect the woman and rarely had to be told twice to do something.
The Green's filed the requisite paper work with INS to keep Catherine from
having to leave, and she was needed more than ever now that little Jennifer
had been born. When Jennifer was around six months old John got very ill,
necessitating a trip to the doctor. The doctor determined that it was an
upper respiratory infection. She prescribed antibiotics but was concerned
by John's high fever, his allergy to penicillin meant that they would have
to let the slower working broad spectrum drugs to work. The doctor wanted
them to take John's temperature once every hour or so until it came down
below 102 degrees, it went up to 105 she wanted Mrs. Green to take John to
the emergency room.
"John, I want you to go right up to your room. I'm going to take your
temperature now. Kat can you bring me the thermometer please." Mrs. Green
said as they arrived at the house.
John and his mother went into his room, she watched as he changed into
his pajamas and got into bed. Although it was a warm day, the temperature
made him feel chilly. Catherine entered John's bedroom with her purse in
her hand.
"Are you going somewhere?" Mrs. Green asked.
"Yes. I have to go to the pharmacy." Catherine replied.
"Why? I picked up the prescription on the way home?"
"Um, I can only find Jennifer's thermometer. I have to buy a new
one."
"Why don't be silly, that'll do. Can you bring it please?"
"Sure." Catherine left to get the baby's thermometer, she could hear
John whining to his mother about it.
Catherine brought the small basket, shaped like a swan into the room.
In the basket was a small bottle of alcohol, some cotton balls, a small jar
of Vaseline and a plastic tube containing a thermometer.
"John roll onto your stomach." Ordered Mrs. Green.
"Mom." Whined John, actually stretching it out into a three-syllable
word.
"John, I can't argue with you about it. Jennifer will be waking up
soon and I have to feed her. After dinner I'll try to sneak out and pick
up an oral thermometer. Now come on." Mrs. Green patted her son on the
hip.
"But Catherine has to leave."
"John. Stop being a baby, Catherine is a nurse, now roll over." This
time Mrs. Green pulled down the blankets and gave John a sterner pat on the
hip.
John reluctantly rolled over and pulled down his pajama bottoms. Just
then his baby sister Jennifer started crying. Catherine made for the door
but Mrs. Green stopped her.
"Catherine, can you finish in here, I have to nurse Jennifer."
Five minutes later Mrs. Green returned to John's room carrying the
baby held against her shoulder, trying to burp her. "So how's the
patient?"
"I don't know, he didn't let me take his temperature, John wanted to
wait…"
"I'm not letting her take my temperature that way!" John cut off
Catherine.
Mrs. Green offered the baby to Catherine. "Turn over John." John did
so and felt his mother yank down his pajama bottoms and jockeys. John was
surprised at how rough she was taking down his pants like that, and was
even more surprised when he felt his mother's hand slap his bare bottom.
Mrs. Green spanked John's bared posterior twenty or so times in rapid
succession. Her open palm landed in the same spot each time, spanning the
peaks of John's bottom, giving him two bright red patches in the center of
each cheek.
"Now stop thinking of just yourself. I need Catherine's help and she
can't finish nursing Jennifer, but she can take your temperature. If you
don't stop it now I'll go get the wooden spoon, whether you're sick or
not."
John was sobbing quietly into his pillow when he heard his mother
leave with Jennifer. The last time he was spanked with the wooden spoon
his mother was still pregnant so she couldn't put him over her lap.
Instead she had John take down his pants and lay flat on his bed, Mrs.
Green pulled down John's underpants and gave him a good spanking with the
spoon for lying. The loud cracks of wood on bare flesh coupled with his
shouts and cries of protest brought Catherine and the girls to see the
commotion. From the open door they saw John spanked until his pale bottom
was glowing red. As the spanking progressed, each pistol-like ***CRACK***
of the wooden spoon would have John bouncing on the bed like a fish out of
water, this only served to expose himself, front and back to the small
audience assembled at the door. Mrs. Green lectured John for a few minutes
after the spanking, during which time Catherine and the girls left to
finish playing. John was still crying five minutes later when Catherine
entered with a sheet and draped it over the boy's partially naked body,
still racked with sobs.
He was still crying from his most recent spanking as he listened to
the flat metallic sound of the Vaseline jar being opened and felt the bed
sag as Catherine sat next to him. John's tears were rolling down his face
as he felt the bed bounce slightly as Catherine shook the mercury down in
the thermometer, and had he not been biting into his pillow he would have
gasped as he felt the young nurse place her left hand on his burning rump.
Catherine's palm was straddling the crevice of John's bottom, resting on
the exact spot where Mrs. Green had spanked John only moments before.
John's eyes were clamped shut and his head pressed into his pillow when
Catherine spread his warm, red bottom cheeks using her middle and index
fingers. John's eyes popped open and he gasped a little when he felt her
right index finger lightly circle his anus, leaving behind some petroleum
jelly, a second later he felt the cold thermometer enter.
Catherine took her hand from the boy's backside, allowing his chubby
cheeks to close, holding the thermometer in place. John clenched his
bottom cheeks tightly, putting little dimples at the meatiest part of his
butt checks. Catherine patted the upper part of John's backside. "Just
relax, it'll only take a minute."
John began sobbing again; embarrassed that Catherine could see his
backside. Catherine began straightening the boy's room as she hummed a
song. Instead of having a calming effect on John, the lilting Irish tune
and Catherine's lovely voice, teamed up with the embarrassment of having
his bottom bared and spanked, and knowing that Catherine saw him quite
intimately, gave him an uncontrollable erection. As John's erection grew
it pushed with more force into the mattress, and it began to hurt. John
was sneaking peeks at Catherine, who was busying herself by folding his
clothes and putting them in his dresser, but in his mind he was sure that
she was staring at his naked gluteus. He soon found himself alternating
peeks at the back of her head, to the seat of Catherine's tight slacks.
The one time that Catherine looked at the boy she caught his gaze and he
turned his head rapidly and buried it in his pillow. After two minutes,
which seemed like an eternity to John, Catherine removed the offending
object. John rolled onto his side so he was facing away from Catherine and
quickly pulled up his underwear and pants.
She continued humming as she held the thermometer up to the window.
"Well your temperature is still the same. See you in an hour." Catherine
said as she rubbed John's head, messing up his hair.
"Do you promise?" John thought to himself as Catherine left closing
the door behind her, leaving him alone to deal with his other offending
object.
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John's Irish Nanny
fiction by johnnyw
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