MY LITTLE SUBBIE

BY THOM

I didn’t start out to enslave her. It just came about, one thing leading to another. It happened so fast, I wasn’t really in control after awhile. The beginning though, I need to start at the beginning.

Her mother was to be away for an extended period of time, twenty months she said, maybe two years. Her husband was abroad and needed her. The little girl, just four when I was hired, needed someone to care for her and be her teacher. A nanny was what was advertised. It wasn’t my first time being one.

I had taken care of kids when I was younger, home schooled them, raised them for their rich, distracted parents. More recently though I’ve been working, office stuff and became bored with it. Nanny is a nice, safe, comfortable way to withdraw and rethink your life for a middle aged woman. At least I thought so at the time.

The little girl, Lilly, was a hellion. I tried all of the psychological tricks I had learned over the years to tame her, but none of them were working. Lilly was spoiled rotten and feeling abandoned by her parents, with good reason. They had for all intents and purposes.

I finally decided I would need to resort to something physical. Old fashioned corporal punishment I thought was not unreasonable under the circumstances. I was going to have to tame Lilly or contact her mother and tell her she needed to replace me. I started by bringing the idea of a spanking up as a threat. Of course it didn’t do any good and now that I had raised it as a possibility, I had to carry through with it, didn’t I?

I gave her a last warning before the first time I did it, to no avail. I told her what I was going to do, put her over my lap and give her a sound spanking for misbehaving. She started to run off and I had to grab her and pick her up, kicking and screaming and swatting me. I wrestled her to a sofa and pulled her across my knees. As I began to swat her she put her hands over her butt to protect herself. I had to restrain her hands by taking her little wrists in my free hand while I spanked her.

As I began the spanking, I realized that she wasn’t going to get the full affect of it because she had a skirt and panties on between my hand and her butt. After a couple of whacks, I decided to lift the skirt up and I delivered a couple more onto her white cotton panties. This seemed to get her attention and I decided to up the anti again and pull her panties down to her knees. I delivered the last few spanks directly on her bare bottom, making it plenty red.

Looking back on it now as I sat there holding her wrists together and her firmly onto my lap looking at her bare little, nicely rounded bum, I think I sensed the first little twitch of a tingle between my legs. I may have even squeezed my thighs together but I don’t think I was fully conscious yet of the connection between the spanking and the restraint and Lilly’s bare red bottom.

Yet, when I went to bed at the end of that day, I was very horny. I’ve been with partners and I’ve been alone and I mostly prefer alone. I’ve developed ways of taking care of my urges using toys or my trusty hands if that’s all that is available. I kicked off the covers and reached over to the nightstand and pulled out my vib of the moment. It was one of those little eggs that you put inside and turn on with a button at the end of a little wire.

I pulled off my night gown and opened my legs. I started to play with myself to work up some juice but incredibly I was already very wet. I wondered at the time, where that had come from? I was able to easily insert my vib and I turned it on and started to fantasize an ex lover that never failed to get me over with her tongue and mouth. As I got hotter and began to feel an orgasm coming, the spanking came into my mind and I couldn’t get rid of it. I couldn’t get back to my ex. Lilly’s restrained wrists, her bare butt, my spanking it, the feel of it, the feel of her struggling, her tears all seemed real as I masturbated. I was so excited that I had to use my hand as well as the vib. I came in waves that built and built until I was exhausted.

Lilly was contrite for a little while and actually began to behave and pay attention when I asked her to do something that she didn’t want to do. But it wasn’t long before an issue arose that we went head to head on and she refused to budge. I warned that I would give her a spanking again if she didn’t cooperate. Lilly told me in no uncertain terms that the spanking hadn’t hurt that much and I could go ahead and do whatever I wanted. She was going to not do as I asked. Well, I had to respond to that in kind, didn’t I?

I announced that she would be punished for her insolence but not right away. We would do it in mid afternoon and that it would be a little different this time. That I was going to see to it that it hurt more and that she couldn’t struggle away from me. That got her stewing for the rest of the morning and she hardly ate any lunch. It got me stewing too. I wasn’t sure how I was going to carry out the threat but more importantly, I gushed into my panties as I was talking to her.

When it was time for her punishment, I told her to undress so that we didn’t have any clothes in the way. She started to whine about that and I responded that her punishment would be worse if she didn’t cooperate. That worked since she wasn’t sure what it was I had in mind as it was, I was making her quite anxious. I told her to put her wrists together in front of her. I quickly tied them together using a scarf that I had stuffed into my pocket after lunch. Naked with her wrists bound, I led her down the stairs to the basement. Tying a length of rope to the scarf that bound her wrists, I threw the lose end over a beam and pulled it tight. Her arms raised over her head as pulled on it and I pulled it far enough to have her standing on her tip toes on the cold basement floor. With two more short pieces of cord, I tied her knees and ankles together.

I proceeded to give Lilly a sound spanking with my bare hand. It would be later that I introduced the cane and the paddle depending upon my whim at the moment. But seeing her suspended, naked, fighting back tears was turning me on. I realized that the tears were not from the pain because I wasn’t really hitting her that hard. The tears were from the humiliation she was feeling, even at the tender young age of four. I had broken her spirit and I was getting off on it. I was incredibly, sexually aroused. Standing behind her so that she couldn’t see me, I unzipped my jeans and slid them enough off of my hips to be able to snake my hand into my panties and touch myself. I came almost instantly, a torrent into my panties and hand.

When I was alone that night, I needed to relieve myself again and again, visualizing the scene in the basement. I hadn’t yet grasped the path I had started down with Lilly, where it was going to lead, what I was going to do next. Didn’t have a road map. I wonder now if I knew, would I have continued?

Suspending Lilly in the basement for my pleasure soon became a regular thing. I waited a few days between that first time and the second time. I was looking for some misbehavior on her part that would warrant but nothing blatant occurred. I was wondering if she was truly compliant. Would never disobey me again. I wondered if I had come to the end of my sexual intoxication watching her humiliated. That second time was initiated by Lilly but not in the way you would expect. Or certainly not as I expected, even hoped for.

“I’ve been naughty,” she reported one morning after breakfast.

“Oh, you have, have you? And what do you think we should do about it?”

“Probably give me a hard spanking like the other day in the basement,” Lilly responded.

“I think that can be arranged, little girl. We’ll do it this afternoon.” I didn’t even bother to ask her what she meant by her being naughty. What perversity had occurred that had made her turn to a subbie over night, or after a spanking and a bit of bondage? I was so caught up in the spirit of it I lost my mind. I couldn’t wait to have her bound and beaten so that I could relieve myself of the tension that was building.

I crossed another line that afternoon. Once I had Lilly suspended and legs tied, I stripped naked to spank her. I wanted to have free access to myself while I was hitting her. I didn’t bother to hide my nakedness from her. I walked around to the front of her before I spanked her and let her get an eyeful of me. Her eyes got big but she didn’t say anything. I touched myself while I spanked her instead of waiting until I was done. That was more satisfying. I came easily several times.

Then I decided to let her watch me do myself. I got a chair and sat in front of her and opened so that she had a good view of my bottom. I touched myself on the back hole and thrust a couple of fingers into my vagina and proceeded to stimulate my clit until I came again. Lilly struggled in her bonds. I could sense that she was turned on by watching me. She was visibly squeezing her thighs tightly together trying to stimulate herself.

“Does this turn you on little one? Are you getting tingly between your legs?”

“Yes, can I touch myself?”

“Sure, let me lower your arms.”

I released the rope that was over the beam and her arms dropped to her middle. She immediately began to rub her little cunny with her two hands still tied together.

“You seem to know what you’re doing there Lilly. Does that feel better now?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, mam.”

“That’s better.”

It wasn’t long after that time that I tied Lilly with her legs spread instead of together. After a brief spanking and my touching myself, I touched her for the first time, stimulating her with my hand.

“Do you like that Lilly?’

“Yes, mam, I do,” she moaned and pushed into my hand the best she could given her constraints.

“I’d like you to do something for me,” spontaneously thinking that having her reciprocate my pleasing her would be just the right thing for a slave to do.

“Yes, mam.”

I untied her and had her kneel in front of me as I sat on a chair. Putting the heels of my feet up on the chair opened me wide for her. I pulled my labia apart and showed her where I wanted her mouth.

“Suck on that Lilly like you are drinking from a straw.”

“Yes mam.”

Her satisfying me that way was another turning point. I think after we turned that corner, there wasn’t anything stopping me except my imagination. I started keeping Lilly naked pretty much all of the time and collard her and attached a lead to it. She came everywhere in the house with me. Mostly she crawled along side me but if that wasn’t practical, she walked behind me while I carried the lead.

At any moment that I wanted to be satisfied, I would give her access to my pussy and she would take care of me. It was only natural that we began the bath room activity that turns out to be so prominent in our life together.

Since I was leading her around everywhere, she naturally was with me when I went to the bathroom or she had to go to the bathroom. One day after we got to the bathroom and I had to pee, I decided to pee on her. I told her to kneel in the shower and I proceeded to pee on her, top to bottom. When she had to pee, I was allowing her to only squat and pee in the shower and not to pee in the toilet.

After I had peed, it occurred to me that she should clean me up so I forced her to lick me clean. It was only natural that I asked her to clean up my other business as well. I started giving myself one good wipe with TP but after that, I let Lilly’s tongue make sure I’m clean in the poop hole as well. With just a pee, I lift my bottom off of the toilet seat and stick it in her face while she kneels in front of me as ask her to lick me until all of the pee is cleaned up. With a number two, I stand and bend over the toilet with my butt in her face. Lilly spreads my cheeks as I have instructed her to do and lick me from bottom to top several times to make sure I’m clean. Better than a bidet I would say.

Lilly has just turned five and I suspect that I have a whole other year with her before her mother returns. I might be arrested after she does but in the meantime I intend to enjoy my sexual and toilet slave as much as possible. I’m not sure what to try next but I have my eye on a strap-on and some butt plugs.