Our Naughty Nanny
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When I first found out that our nanny was letting my husband
play with her feet, my initial thought that they were having an affair.
After all, I saw him fucking her soles on the couch in his home office, so
I rationally presumed that he was probably having sex with her, too.
He had no idea that I caught him in the act, and neither did she. They
thought that I had gone to my work office, which I was on my way to do. A
couple of blocks from the house, though, I realized that I had forgotten
my portable hard drive, which I always take with me. I could have spent
the day in my work office without it, but I decided to get it since I was
still so close to our house.
Normally, on a quick trip back home when I know I'm heading right back
out, I'll park in our circular driveway, and use the front door to get
into our house. This time, though, I drove to the back of the house, and I
parked just outside of our attached garage. It has a door that opens into
a storage room that's between the garage, and the kitchen.
When I opened the garage with my car's remote control feature to let
myself inside, I was surprised to see that my husband's car was parked in
it because I had expected him to be at his work office. Sometimes he works
there, and sometimes he works in his home office. I do the same thing,
which is one of the reasons that we have a nanny to care for our 18 month
old daughter when neither one of us are home, or whenever we're too busy
to watch over her.
Our nanny had gotten to our house before I left to go to my work office,
and I knew that she was still there because her car was still parked
outside by the garage.
Before heading to my home office to get my portable hard drive, I wanted
to see my 18 month old daughter. I first looked in our kitchen, then our
living room, and then in the baby room where I found her asleep. She still
sleeps a lot, and I didn't want to wake her up, so I quietly made my way
to my home office.
My home office is adjacent to my husband's home office, so I decided to
say hello to him before I left again. Usually, his door is open, and I
just walk inside. Whenever it's closed, as I sometimes have mine closed as
well when I'm on Zoom or otherwise deep into my work, I knock. It's what
both of us do to keep our home work environment as professional to the
outside world as we can.
This time, though, his door was ajar, so I simply peeked into the room.
That's when I saw my husband sucking our nanny's toes. I was both aroused,
and pissed at the same time; aroused because it was incredibly sexy to see
him sucking her toes, but pissed because we're married.
His back was to me, and she was lying prone on the couch, face down.
Neither one of them could readily see me. She was fully dressed except for
her bare feet or course, and he was also fully dressed.
As I continued to watch him suck her toes, in addition to being aroused,
and pissed, I was also getting jealous. What I felt most, though, was
arousal, so I lifted up my skirt, and began to play with myself. Part of
the arousal for me was being able to watch without either one of them
knowing.
To my surprise, I was also getting aroused with thoughts of making our
nanny pay for what she was allowing my husband to do to her. My thoughts
bounced all over the place from doing to her what my husband was doing to
her, to spanking her for being such a naughty nanny, to tickle torturing
her, all while I had her tied and helpless to do anything about it.
As for my husband's involvement, if it was just a foot thing that was
going on between the two of them, I could live with that. But if they were
having intercourse, that would be another thing altogether.
As those thoughts raced through my head, my husband stopped sucking her
toes, and he started fucking her soles after pulling down his pants, and
underwear. I'm not sure why, but I also found that to be very arousing.
She certainly seemed to enjoy it.
When he shot his load all over her soles, and onto the back of her legs, I
wondered if that would lead to intercourse, but it didn't. He quickly
cleaned her up, and then himself, and then he pulled his underwear, and
pants back up. By then, I was afraid that I'd be seen, so I scurried out
of there, and I headed back to the garage.
After giving it a few minutes, I kind of noisily stepped back into the
house, and I pretended to be on a call while I talked loudly enough for
them to hear me as I headed to my home office.
The first person I saw was our nanny as she headed to the baby's room.
"Hey," I said to her while covering my cell
phone as if I was still on a call, "I had to come back for my
portable hard drive, but I need to head right back out."
I don't know if I imagined it, but she looked a little nervous, and
embarrassed.
"Okay," she replied, "I'll see you
when you get back home."
When I got back to my office, my husband's door was wide open, so I
stepped in, and I gave him a quick hello while I continued to pretend that
I was still on the phone.
"Gotta' go," I told him.
"Me too," he replied. "I'm getting
off to a late start. See you later."
"Getting off is right," I thought to myself. "You
sure did get off!"
I was actually more intrigued than pissed at this point, especially since
I pretty quickly figured out how I was going to deal with our nanny after
I let her know what I had seen. I wasn't going to wait until tomorrow,
either. I was going to come back after my husband left.
After spending about an hour at my work office where I did nothing but
eagerly plot what I was going to do, I drove back home. Normally, when
either my husband or I are at our respective work offices, we spend the
entire work day there. I work at home more than he does, and he also takes
business trips to other cities. My work needs don't require me to travel.
When I got back home, I could tell that my nanny had correctly figured out
that I had caught them in the act.
"We need to talk," I told her in a rather
pleasant tone of voice, "but don't worry. You're not in
trouble."
"I'm not?" She asked.
"No," I answered, "but I saw what
happened this morning, and you need to know that."
"I am so sorry," she told me. "I never
thought that it would ever happen. I never wanted it to happen. It
just kind of did, and then it became a thing."
"Was it a sexual harassment thing?" I asked. "You
can be honest with me, and you should because that wouldn't be
acceptable."
"No," she answered. "It was something that
just kind of happened."
"But it was something that you enjoyed, right?" I asked.
"And again, it'll be better if you tell me the truth. I won't
get angry. Do you like having him play with your feet like that? Does
it feel good?"
"Nobody's ever done that to me before," she told me, "and
to be honest, I like how it feels."
"You like having your toes sucked?" I asked.
"It feels great," she answered.
"Do you like having your feet fucked?" I asked.
"It's not that I like it," she told me, "but
I don't dislike it, either. I really don't mind it. I'd rather have
him fuck my feet than fuck me."
"So he's never had intercourse with you?" I asked.
"Never," she answered. "I don't
want any man to fuck me."
"So is that why the two of you haven't fucked?" I asked.
"He never asked to fuck me," she answered. "I
don't know if it's true or not, but he told me that he'd never fuck
anybody else because of your marriage."
"But fucking your feet is okay?" I asked with a laugh.
"That's his thinking," she told me.
"I can see that," I laughed, "and I
have my own thinking about it.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"I mean that you're a naughty nanny," I
answered.
"I guess I am," she told me.
"And you know what's done to naughty nannies, don't you?"
I asked.
"They get spanked," she answered.
"That's right," I affirmed. "They
get spanked. Have you ever been spanked before?"
"Not since my parents spanked me," she answered.
"But that's a different kind of spanking," I
told her, "now isn't it?"
"I suppose it is," she replied.
"That's right," I told her, "and I
think that you need to be spanked for being so naughty."
"You do?" She asked rhetorically.
"I do," I answered. "But don't
consider it punishment," I added. "Consider
it a reward for being naughty in a good way. I think you deserve to be
rewarded. Would you like me to reward you with a spanking?"
Her face suddenly flushed red with excitement. She stammered to answer me,
but she couldn't get out the words.
"Come with me," I told her while firmly grabbing
onto her wrists, and holding them together as I lead her to our master
bedroom. "You need to be administered a spanking, and I'm
going to give it to you."
"But I," she stammered, "uh, I don't know
if I should let you spank me."
"You mean like letting my husband fuck your feet? And who says you're
letting me?" I asked. "You're not to say a
word," I added. "Not until I say you can
speak, do you understand?"
"I understand," she answered. She seemed to like what
was happening.
"Good," I replied. "Not a word."
She didn't say a word as I lead her into our master bedroom, and laid her
face down on our king sized bed. She didn't say a word when I wrapped silk
scarves around each of her wrists, and I secured them to the upper corners
of the bed.
"Stay right here while I check to see if my baby girl is
okay," I teasingly told her as if she could free
herself.
After checking to see if my daughter was okay, I went back to our master
bedroom, and I made sure that the baby monitor was turned on.
"I'm surprised that nobody's spanked you since your parents
did," I said to her, "and that's a
different kind of spanking anyway. Do you know why I'm surprised? You
can answer me."
"No I don't," she answered.
"I'm surprised because I caught a glimpse of you reading some
kind of ebook about lesbian spanking stories," I told
her. "Does the thought of being spanked by a woman turn you
on? Don't worry. You can answer me honestly."
"I guess it does," she replied.
"Well, there's only one way to find out," I told
her while slipping a couple of my fingers inside of her loose fitting
shorts to check the wetness of her pussy.
She gasped.
"Oh my!" I exclaimed. "You're
already very wet, and I haven't even spanked you yet."
Once again, a gasp of excitement escaped her lips when I checked the
wetness of her pussy.
After stripping off her sandals, I stripped off her shorts, and then her
panties before I tied her ankles together with a long silk scarf, and
secured them to the bottom of the bed's frame.
"Tickle, tickle," I said with amusement as I
tickled her bound soles with my fingers.
She laughed out loud, and once again gasped with excitement.
"Ohhhh," I drawled, "I see that you
like having your soles tickled. "Does my husband tickle your feet?"
I asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"And you like it when he tickles your feet, don't you?"
I asked rhetorically.
"Yes," she admitted.
"Good," I told her, "then that's
another thing that I'm going to do to you while you're tied and
helpless to stop me."
She gasped out loud with anticipation.
After I made sure that her practially naked body was taut, I made it even
more taut by slipping some small pillows underneath her upper thighs, and
hips so that her ass was raised up for her spanking.
"There!" I proudly announced. "That
should do it. I think that you're completely immobilized now, and
ready to be spanked."
"Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "I can't move
an inch!"
I gave her naked ass a hard smack with my open hand, and she cried out.
"I didn't say you could speak," I reminded her
with a grin.
Before I administered a good spanking, I decided to enjoy what my husband
enjoyed by playing with her feet. But first I gave her soles a thorough
tickling, which she liked, and hated at the same time because her feet are
very ticklish. The only time that I really stopped was when I heard my
daughter crying out on the baby monitor.
"You're lucky," I laughed. "Otherwise,
I would have kept tickling your feet."
Before I left, though, I inserted a vibrating egg into her pussy, and
turned the vibration on high.
"That should keep you wet until I get back," I
told her. "Have fun!"
When I got back I gave her a good spanking. I'd never spanked anybody
before, but I found it to be fun and rewarding. I got the hang of knowing
where her breaking point was so that I didn't spank her harder than she
could handle. But I also got the hang of knowing when the spanking wasn't
hard enough. Her body language pretty much told me everything I needed to
know.
After spanking her, I wanted to know how it felt to suck her toes, and
much to her pleasure, that's exactly what I did.
"Hmmmm," I moaned with satisfaction, "I
love sucking your toes. They're so perfect, and so delicious."
A good amount of time before I figured my husband would get back home, I
released our nanny from her restraints, and we had a really great
conversation about what our dynamic would be going forward. Luckily for
both of us, which I had sensed would be the case, she loved what I had
done to her, and for her, and we decided that we'd do more of it whenever
we could.
Naturally, she became the discreet point person for my husband and I in
regard to keeping our respective schedules with her separate from each
other. Who knows how long a threesome dynamic like ours can last, but I
for one hope it lasts a very long time.
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