Visit To Nanny

My Visit to Nanny My history with the spankings and women’s footwear began at age five From that day on the soles of ladies footwear caught my eye and not forgetting the beautiful spankings I had received with the implement. I had spent fifteen years with these thoughts in my mind but felt that I would never be able to find a way of making these dreams become a reality. One day I came across the personals column in a magazine which showed adds of women offering specialist services. The One that caught my eye read “Mistress offers Discipline and Spanking a Speciality” Although I was very nervous about doing so it was without hesitation I called the number and made an appointment. On entering the apartment as with a natural instinct the first things I did was glance down to the lady of the houses footwear. To my great delight she was wearing a pair of suede purple House slippers “Please do come in” she said in a kindly manner. The conversation took that of a casual tone , asking me about my journey there and what I worked as etc. After I had handed her over an envelope with my tribute in ,she guided me to a room and told me to go and sit in there and make my self comfortable. I was still a little nervous, however which on reflection the Mistress had sensed this. I sat on the bed wondering what she actually meant by making myself feel comfortable . In my mind it could mean one or two things which are make yourself at ease or on the other hand strip off. I decided I was not brave enough to strip off besides it wasn’t really the done thing. However making myself comfortable I decided to crawl into the bed pull the covers over me and pretend to be asleep. I had requested that the Mistress of the house play the role of an old fashioned Nanny . In my minds eye this might 
be a good way to start the role. Sometimes it seems nothing ever goes to plan , however luckily this time it did. The Mistress of the house gently opened the door and saw me in bed. “What in Heavens name are you doing in you wretched child” She roared wasting no time in getting into the role. “You know very well you have chores to do this morning and they will not get done by you lazing around in bed” She continued becoming more and more angry. “Are you listening to me or do you want me to give you a taste of my slipper”. Music to my ears, I felt for the first time in my life that I had now died and gone to heaven. All aprehenison had now vanished and I started like the fool I was to become a little brave. “Shant” I answered. “You will do as you are jolly well told” she snapped back “ you know you have chores to do and one way or another they will be done”. With this she ripped off the bedsheets and with her hand she swiped down a hard smack across my legs.
“Owechhhhhhhhhhh” I reacted. The smack had come a little unexpected and I was not ready for it. “There is more of where they came from” she informed me. I decided it may be a good idea if I actually did get out of the bed and do as I was told. Once out of the bed she started bellowing in my ear again. “As you well know Peter Nanny does not put up with idleness , lazyness , disrespect , or nautyness of any nature. I put my head down and once again caught view of her purple slippers. “What is it Nanny does not put up with Peter?”. I didn’t realise that I would have to repeat all that but I was now beginning to expect the unexpected. “Ive forgotten Nanny” I replied in my best butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth accent, giving the puppy eyes as I answered. “Forgot” she bellowed back as if she was Mr Bumble from Olivers workhouse “Then I shall just have to remind you Peter. With this the mistress of the house sat on a wooden chair and waggled her finger directing me to come to her. Silently and deliberately she grabbed hold of my belt and started to undo it. “Your getting far too fat Peter, far too many sweets I suspect, Nanny will have to put you on a diet, or ill need to buy a crane to hoist you over my lap” Thanks a bundle I thought. The Mistress of the house seemed to be having trouble getting my belt undone so I decided I would help her. However that was met with two fierce slaps across my wrist. “Oweeecccccch” I yelled I was only trying to Help. “When I need your help I will ask for it imbersilic child. I know how to undo trousers I have done it more than enough times” “I bet you have” I answered. Though my insolences was met with Whaccccccccccccck across the back of my legs. “What was that suppose to imply young man. You shouldn’t know about such things at your age.” Eventually after much deliberation the mistress of the house managed to pull down my trousers. She removed her slipper and beckoned “Now young Peter Place yourself over Nannies Knee and let see if we can Jog your memory over the things nanny does not like. And by the way we will have your bottom bared peter you can pull your own pants down if you don’t mind, after all I never know what I might find”. I did for a moment hesitate and thought about arguing as I was a little embarrassed by having to pull my pants down. On the other hand I felt that this was what I had dreamt about for so long hence I should go for it. I pulled down my pants and gently eased myself over her knee She tapped my bottom with her slipper as if to tease and then cracked down an almighty “SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK” across the centre of my bare bottom. For a lady who was not exactly well built I realised that she could pack a whack. I Jolted forward and let out a big Howl. “Peter” she paused “Take your punishment like a man and not like a snivling little boy. You know nanny doesn’t like sniviling little boys. She smacked her slipper down again twice on alternate cheeks. I made another howl “Peter stop it at once” she said in her best Nanny accent “You will wake the neighbours up. What is it Nanny doesn’t like?” she asked again as she bought the slipper down for its fourth whack. “I don’t know nanny” I cryed. “Don’t know “ she retorted “Don’t know was made to know, same as don’t care was made to care. We will try again . What is it Nanny doesn’t like Peter? “Laziness Nanny” my now feeble answer came back.” “Yes Peter, L- WHHUPPPPP A- WHUUUPPPP Z-WHHHHHAAACK I WHHHACK N-WWWHAAACK E –WHAAAAKC S-WHHHHHACK S-WHACCCCCCCCCCK Spells Laziness WHACKKKK WHHHACK. By now I had lost count of the strokes that had been delivered and my bottom was stinging. “What else does Nanny not like Peter?” “Ermmmmm I tried to think as half of me wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible, though the other half of me wanted it to last for ever. “Idleness Nanny” Hoping maybe to earn a good boy scouts badge for remembering. “Yes Peter at long last you are starting to learn , can you spell Idleness she said stroking the plastic sole of her slipper on my already warmed up bottom. “No Nanny” I replied. “Oh dear we will have to improve your spelling, I WHACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK D WHACCCCCCCCCCCCCCK L WHUPPPPPPPPPPPPPP E WHUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP N WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHUP E WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP S WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUP S WHUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP As well as D WWWWWWWWWWWWHUPP I WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHACK S WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUP R WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHUP E WHHHHHHHHHHACK S WHHHHHHHHHHHHHACK P WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUP E WHHHHHHHHHHACK C WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUP T WHACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK Or nautiness WHHHHHHHHHHHHHACK OF AND WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHACK Nature whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhack whacccccccccccccccccccck. By now I was howling over her knee viewing the carpet and her other slipper she was wearing on her other foot. “As well as WHaCKKKKKKKK sniviling silly WHUPPPPPPPPPPPlittle boys WHACKKKKKKKKK WHACK . By now she was spanking in earnest and we were both getting into our roles. I suffered another 40 or more whacks with her slipper which I now learned to endure. However before too long I was ordered to put my trousers back on and leave the house. The End