Chapter 9

After lunch, the nanny put the children to sleep. When the woman gently closed the door behind her, she saw Alice who was waiting for her.

'I need to talk to you. Please come with me.'

The woman followed Alice into her bedroom. She stood, waiting, while Alice busied herself with tidying up a few pieces, taking her time. Alice was happy to let the woman wait.

Finally, Alice sat on the bed and examined the woman before her. She was tall, with a long pale face and dark, long brown hair braided in two thick tresses that fell on each breast. She had been doing this sort of work for many years, she was probably in her forties now, and her movements were precise from practice and without artifice. She always wore long, shapeless frocks. She had been with the couple for nearly four years, and there had never been any indication of a private life. Alice had often wondered if she was a virgin.

'What does my husband do with you?'

The woman looked down, at her feet.

'Please look at me, when I talk to you.'

Alice could have said the same thing to a child. The woman looked at her.

'He touches me.'

'You let him?'

The woman nodded.

'What else?' Alice asked.

'Sometimes he kisses me – down there.'

Alice nodded. Another service provider Tom employed at five percent. And poor Tom, he couldn't use his poor flaccid dick anymore. He was an impotent drunk.

'And you like it?'

The nanny didn't dare answer the question.

'I know what he does, and you have never said anything to me. You have never complained. It's only natural that I wonder whether it's because you like that sort of stuff.'

The woman, again, didn't speak. She was awaiting the consequences of her actions and was scared she might say anything that would make her situation worse.

'Please close the door,' Alice said. 'Good, now come here. Sit next to me, here: on my right.'

The woman complied. She was taller than Alice. Alice guessed that, in a wrestling match, the woman would have easily won. But Alice was the master, and the woman wouldn't lift a finger against her.

'You need to be punished.'

The woman nodded.

'Do you understand?' Alice asked.

'Yes, I do.'

'I need you to say it.'

'Miss, I've been bad. Will you please punish me?'

'That's more like it.'

Alice put her arm around the woman's shoulder and forced her to lie with her stomach on Alice's knees. She felt two soft, heavy breasts brush her thigh. Alice noticed that the woman didn't dare offer any resistance.

Alice lifted the frock. It was of stiff, over-starched cotton. She looked at the strong, pale legs. The ass, covered by a faded pair of underwear, was muscular. There was something athletic, almost military about this woman. But, had this been the army, this woman would have been a lowly soldier taking orders, unable to disobey. Alice, she was the general.

The mistress removed the nickers that fell on the floor around the woman's ankles.

'How many times did he touch you?'

The woman answered with a voice that trembled, 'A few.'

Alice spanked her hard.

'I asked how many. I need a number.'

'Ten,' the woman said, 'maybe twelve.'

'Twelve it is.'

Alice then hit her again.

'One,' she counted.

Another spank.

'Two.'

The woman winced and yelped with every hit but still didn't move.

'Three.'

Alice looked at the reddening skin. With every hit, the nanny would lose control of her legs that she was trying to keep close together for modesty: every spasm would make her open her thighs, and Alice would get a good view of a generous anus, like a little egg cup, and her vulva, which was black with fur. The thick lips peaked through and opened gently with each movement. The woman's skin smelled fresh: she probably showered throughout the day and had a thing for cleanliness.

The woman was now sighing silently. She had decided not to ask for forgiveness or offer any justification: she knew she had done what Alice was accusing her of.

'Four.'

Alice paused, giving the woman some respite. She caressed the large butt cheeks for a moment, as if to console the woman, then hit again.

'Five.'

The woman gave a little cry.

'You're starting to understand, don't you?' Alice said.

Alice gave once of the woman's butt cheeks a squeeze, which made the anus gently open.

'Don't you?'

'Yes,' the woman whispered.

'Do you want me to stop, or will you take the full punishment?'

'No. Please. I need to be punished.'

'Good… Six!' Alice announced.

Whack, another slap.

The woman couldn't control her legs anymore. Alice ran her index and middle fingers on the labia, feeling the thick hair around it. They went up and down a few times, then felt the muscular ring of the anus.

For a moment, Alice resisted the temptation to explore, and spanked the woman again.

'Seven!'

The woman yelped, like a whining dog.

Alice caressed her a bit more, indulging over the labia. The nanny was breathing hard, recovering from the last hit and preparing herself for the next one. You could see the hazy shape of Alice's hands designed in bright red over the woman's bottom.

Alice counted again, 'Eight! Nine! Ten!'

The woman gave out a cry, louder each time, 'Ah!'

Alice now was liberally running her fingers inside the nanny's pussy, mixing pain and pleasure in her punishment. Her hand was sticky with the woman's discharge, and drops of a mixture of sweat and inner liquors were running along the victim's thighs.

This woman, so neat and precise, probably took refuge in her room at night and punished herself regularly for the little infractions or the small mistakes she made throughout the day. Alice had the impression that the woman was not confused by arousal and punishment being intertwined.

The nanny, still lying on her mistress's lap, was rocking back and forth, panting and grunting with every breath she exhaled. Her breasts were pushing against the side of Alice's thigh: they were always hidden by the generous clothes she wore, but they felt big and full. Alice was burning with the curiosity to see them.

'Eleven! Twelve!' she said finally, after the last two spanks. They had been the hardest, and Alice felt her arms pulsing with the effort. The nanny was catching her breath, her tummy expanding and contracting in Alice's lap.

That was it. Twelve slaps for twelve indiscretions with Tom.

The woman didn't dare to move yet. Alice gestured her to stand up.

'I had to punish you for what you did with my husband,' she explained. 'Now, let's see how bad it is. Please take off your dress.'

The woman obediently took off her frock. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her full figure was now on display. She was tall with long limbs. Because of her height, her figure appeared slender than it was, except for the breasts that were big and heavy. Her skin was pale, except for two large nipple that were dark pink.

Alice looked at the thick, unkempt bush of dark hair at the base of her stomach. A thin strip of hair climbed to the bellybutton. The woman, so clean otherwise, didn't seem to feel the need to tame these areas. Also, her armpits were unshaven, and tufts of black hair grew there. With her long, thick tresses, the heavy breasts, the dark pubes and the hairy armpits, she reminded Alice of those erotic photograph with the old-fashion taste from the black-and-white era.

Alice stood up and felt the breasts with both hands. They were full and big. She squeezed hard, feeling the resistance they offered. The nipples were tick, and she squeezed them gently.

The nanny had her eyes closed and was sucking her lips: how she was enjoying this, Alice thought!

'Please turn around, now.'

The mistress tutted, shaking her head mockingly. 'Look at what you made me do.'

The woman's bottom was red, and in some points darker spots where the capillaries had finally broken.

'Can you sit down?'

The woman shook her head. She was now looking at Alice, expecting her next orders.

'Of course, you can't. Then come here on the bed. Like this.'

Alice helped the woman to position herself on all fours.

'I now feel bad I was so rough on you,' Alice said without meaning it. 'Let's soothe it a little.'

She took a bottle from the bedside table and squirted some oil on the woman's reddened buttocks. She rubbed it in gently. She was tickled by how the woman squirmed now and then under her touch.

'A little better?' she asked.

The nanny nodded, whispering breathlessly, 'Yes, thank you.'

Then, Alice moved down to the pussy. She rubbed it with the hand, then, unable to resist, she began to kiss it gently.

'Is this where master touched you?'

'Yes,' the woman said.

Alice gave the nanny's pussy a long lick. It tasted like brine, and it had the heavy smell of overripen fruit in a small room. It was a new flavour she was tasting, unfamiliar to her, and yet she recognised it immediately, as if she had always known it, as if she was programmed to recognise it.

Alice ran her tongue along the lips, parting them, looking for the clit. The woman yelped again: she gave the same sound, whether it was for a spank and for a lick. Alice indulged with her tongue on the labia. The nanny, unable to control the urge, starter masturbating, touching her clit.

'That's it. That'll make it go away… Now, let me see, what else you have here?'

Alice started licking the woman's asshole. It was large and inviting. Alice noticed that, as the woman rubbed herself and as her pleasure intensified, the anus gently gaped, almost as if to ask for its due. Alice was too happy to do so, and, after adding more oil for lubrication, she slipped two fingers inside.

'Mhh,' the woman moaned.

'Do you like it?'

'It's so good!' she replied, rubbing herself in circular motions.

Alice added a third finger and moved back and forth. The nanny lowered her bust onto the bed to open herself even more widely, and started moving back and forth, always pushing back far enough to let Alice's hand enter the anus until the knuckle hit the ring and it could go no further. The woman's big tits were squashed against the bed by her chest, and their sides showed under her armpits. Alice unclipped her little belt and unbuttoned the top of her short skirt. She put a hand in her panties and started rubbing herself, so excited by the view.

The woman was now extremely turned on and was pleading with Alice incoherently.

'Please be gentle… It's so good… Please put another one inside me… Oh, it's too much. It might break… Don't stop, miss – oh! – please don't stop!'

Alice felt drips of sweat on her face. She was masturbating hard, now and then putting the finger all the way into her vagina. With half-closed eyes, she glanced at the nanny's pussy: its hair was matted and wet; with every movement of the woman's hand, little drops of liquid were being sprayed about it. Alice, knowing the woman could not resist much longer before coming, fit her five fingers inside the opening, which had been clearly trained to take in large objects. The woman moved back and forth, enjoying the treatment Alice was administering. The fingers went in and out. Then, hungry for more, the nanny wrapped the fingers of her free hand around Alice's wrist to hold it steady. She moved back, so that Alice's hole fist slid inside the woman's anus and screamed with pleasure:

'Ahhh!'

She kept moving back and forth, and Alice stared in wonder and the woman's enjoyment. Then, a gush of translucent liquid ejaculated from the woman onto the sheets.

The nanny shook with pleasure.

Alice licked avidly the woman's pussy to taste more of her. After a minute of this, the nanny rolled on her back, exhausted. But Alice had more in store for her: she climber on top of her, nesting the woman's face between her thighs, quickly pushing the fine blond hair of her pussy towards the woman's mouth.

Alice looked down. She looked at her flat stomach, the tip of her hips protruding above her thighs, and, between them, the plump Mound of Venus. Underneath, the nanny was working hard, kissing, probing, licking. The woman held her eyes closed, but, from time to time, she looked up at Alice with puppy-like candour. The woman on top met her stare with determination.

Alice, then turned around, so that she could get a better view of the nanny's body: her long legs were open wide, there were streaks of sweat along the thighs, and the black hair of her pussy was matted and wet. The stomach was going up and down with each breath, and the large breasts were heaving.

Alice bent down, rested her hands on the nanny's breasts and started squeezing, as her pleasure were growing. Moving her hips back and forth, she anticipated the strokes of the woman's tongue. Now and then, she would push down, so that the tongue would enter her.

She was closer and closer. Alice straightened herself up.

'Lick my ass now.'

The nanny got a good grip of Alice's thighs with her hands, holding her firmly, and Alice felt the woman's tongue slide back along the lips, then passing the perineum; then it began to circle around the anus, in strong strokes, then Alice pushed her hips back to open herself up.

The nanny moved her hands and grabbed Alice's ass. She parted the butt cheeks and pushed her tongue into the opening.

'There… now…' Alice gasped.

Alice ran her fingernails along her tits, leaving red marks, then moved a hand towards her stomach, then she lowered two fingers to the tip of her clit and felt it, hard and wet, and very sensitive. She rubbed back and forth. The nanny was insisting with her tongue movements into her hole.

Alice focused on the black hair of the nanny's pussy, the large nipples. Then she closed her eyes and held her breath. A tingling sensation, like thousands of ants crawling on her skin, rose up to Alice's forehead. While her right hand was busy rubbing the clitoris, the other was squeezing the small, firm left breast. She squeezed so hard it stung. Then, she came.

'Stop. No more,' she said.

The two women lay side by side.

Alice was panting hard, and the woman lying on her stomach next to her. Alice kept her eyes closed, while waning waves of pleasure kept washing over her. Finally, the pleasure subsided, and all was quiet and still. Their faces were flushed and a strong smell, which was the combination of the two women's flavours, enveloped them.

Alice caressed the woman's face. She looked at her, with her old fashion beauty. Her hand moved down, feeling the hair under her armpit, the ribcage, the round and plum hips, the curve of her bottom, and her thighs.

Alice knew that this woman was recovering from a strong orgasm. She probably hadn't had such desired met by another person for a long time. If maybe ever. She was so essential, so Spartan in her lifestyle, that she had probably done what she could all on her own, without the warmth of another person's body.

'That's a good girl,' Alice said.

Then, she withdrew her hand and looked away.

The nanny understood. She got off the bed and quickly put on her dress.

Alice looked at the scene, lying with her shoulders against the headboard.

'Now, please pack your things and never come back,' the mistress ordered.

The nanny, still unsteady on her legs, nodded. She walked towards the door, then stopped. She turned to look at Alice.

'Thank you,' she said, and she left, closing the bedroom door behind her.