Teen Nanny 1

Teen Nanny Chapter 1

By Red Rover

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TEEN NANNY - INTRODUCTION

This story takes place in the late 1970’s in one of the upper-class suburbs of Seattle, Washington.

The Tyler School District is a privately owned series of schools, operated by The Tyler Foundation. (Roscoe Tyler, a multi-millionaire lumberman, died childless in 1935 and left his fortune to the Foundation to build and maintain a private school system for middle class kids of the area.) There are four main buildings in the Tyler complex; A High School (grades 9-12, A Middle School (grades 6-8) and an Elementary School (grades K-5). Each school grade contains from 150-200 students. The fourth side of the square is occupied by a library which is primarily to support the schools, but is open to the public by subscription. Most of the students are children of business management or professional people. There are a few scholarship students from minority areas of the county.

School spanking is still legal in Washington State, but not practiced in many school districts and is governed by rigid controls to prevent abuse. Private schools are regulated less rigorously and vary considerably in disciplinary rules. Tyler schools do not allow classroom teachers to spank, but managerial staff members can do so. They also allow parents, guardians and other people specifically designated by the parents to spank children at the school. The “specially designated” people are often older siblings, cousins, etc. But they can be nannies or baby-sitters or any other person designated by a parent or legal guardian. (Historical note: Spanking in public schools in Washington state was outlawed in 1987)

Names: Names of real schools and towns have been included to add realism. (Tyler is fictional, of course.) Colleges include The University of Washington (aka “UW” or “U-Dub.”), Washington State University near Spokane (aka “WSU” or “Wazoo”), Pacific Lutheran University (PLU) in Tacoma, and many smaller state colleges, community colleges and trade schools.

Main Characters:

The Steven Family: Mother, Margie (35), nurse at a local hospital, widowed 4 years ago. Son, Kevin (15), Daughter Nikki (12) Both children attend Tyler funded by a trust fund set up by their late father.

The Meyers Family: Father Michael (45) Professor of Psychology at UW. Mother: Christine (43) pediatrician at Swedish Hospital in Seattle. Sons: Mark (22), Brad (19), Greg, (16) and Jeremy (9). Daughters: Diane (20) Mandy (17), Brenda (14), Nancy (12)

Brenda has been hired as a live-in nanny for the Stevens children. Mark and Diane are attending college out of state. The other Meyers children live at home. All the children 14 and over are state-licensed nannies. They are also employees and stockholders of Meyers Childcare Services, a corporation which provides babysitters and nannies for parents in the local area.

Teen Nanny - Chapter 1

It started when I was 11 and Nikki was 8. Dad was the copilot on a cargo jet flying between Seattle and Tokyo. The pay was good and it was a stable route so he was able to buy a very nice 4-bedroom house in a good neighborhood. One night, his plane simply disappeared over the North Pacific. There was a small amount of wreckage found but no bodies, so we didn’t even have something to bury. Fortunately for us, his insurance paid off the mortgage and the company pension plan set up a trust fund that would take care of us kids’ education up to age 25. And my mother had a good job as a Nursing Supervisor at a Seattle hospital. So we were OK financially.

The problem was, of course, us kids. We were too young to stay home alone, especially when Mom worked the 3-11 shift at the hospital. She had to leave the house at 2 PM and didn’t get back home until after midnight. So she hired Sandy as a live-in babysitter or nanny. Sally was a wonderful girl, she was firm but patient with us kids and treated us like we were her younger siblings. She started when she was 16 and in high school, then continued after she enrolled at the local community college. But four years later she got accepted at a major university back East and decided to go there.

This left Mom with a problem. So she set out to find a new nanny, despite our pleas that we were old enough at 15 and 12 to take care of ourselves overnight. But Mom refused to believe we were anything more than little kids and did not take us seriously. She also said that Sally had been “too lenient” with us and that she was going to get somebody with more “gumption” to “take us in hand.”

Anyway, one Saturday evening, Mom called us down to the living room. Now part of her concept of child raising involved putting us in pajamas right after dinner unless somebody was coming over or we were going out. Worse yet, what we were wearing that evening were some old yellow jammies with little animals on them that were obviously designed for 6-8 year olds. She thought that it was “cute“ that we had matching jammies and matching bunny slippers. The fact that we were small for our ages didn’t help. It was genetic, Dad was only 5’6” and Mom was only 5’!” At 15, I was a measly 5’2” and Nikki at 12 was only 4’10”. So in our “cute” jammies we looked like a couple of oversized toddlers.

“Good news,” Mom said brightly. “I have found a new nanny for you and she will be here in a few minutes to get acquainted with you kids and the house.”

“OK.” I said reluctantly, “Let’s go get changed, Nick.”

But Mom stopped us. “No need for that,” she said, “Brenda will be seeing you in your jammies all the time anyway.”

My heart sank. I was hoping that a new sitter/nanny would mean not having to spend every night in jammies. I mean, I was in high school and Nikki was in Middle School – we weren’t babies any more.

Then the doorbell rang and Mom went to answer it. Nikki and I were basically paralyzed on the spot.

I heard what sounded like a young girl’s voice saying “Good evening, Mrs. Stevens.” Then Mom’s voice, “Hello Brenda, come on in and meet the children.”

I held my breath as they walked into the living room, and almost peed my pants when I saw Brenda. She was wearing a pair of stylish denims; short brown boots, a modest sweater and a typical school backpack. She was also about 5’9” and had an athletic build. She looked like a typical college girl, but I knew better.

“Children, this is Brenda Meyers, your new nanny,” Mom said, brightly. “Brenda this is Kevin and Nikki, my children.”

Brenda smiled and nodded, “Hi, kids. Glad to meet you.”

I was totally dumbfounded and in shock. “You’re a freshman at Tyler High School; I’ve seen you on campus. Mom, this kid is only 13 years old! You can’t be serious!”

“Young man, I am totally serious,” Mom said reprovingly. “She is actually 14, not 13 and she has a long resume as a babysitter with impeccable reports and all the required courses, along with a state Nanny License.”

“But she’s still a year younger than me, “ I protested. “And not much older than Nikki. How can she be in charge of us?”

“Because I say she is in charge, that’s why. I am your mother and I make the decisions around here,” she snapped. “You two are children and she is trained and experienced at handling children. She is much more mature than either of you. Girls are naturally more mature than boys.”

I could see that Nikki was about to cry. “Well I’m a girl and mature, why can’t I be in charge?”

Mom smiled, “Child you still just a baby, you can’t be responsible for an older boy.” She had obviously contradicted herself, but I was too much in a rage for logical argument.

“This whole thing is stupid,” I snarled. “Get us a real adult or let us take care of ourselves. I am not going to put up with this bullshit. Find a college girl like Sally; there are plenty of them at the community college.”

“Watch your mouth, Kevin, I am still your mother and you are still a kid. You will do as I say or suffer the consequences.”

“Screw the consequences,” I shouted. I am not taking orders from a fucking schoolgirl younger than I am and that’s that.”

Brenda sighed. “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this.” She sat in a straight chair, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over her lap. Before I could choke out a response, my PJ pants were around my ankles and my underpants were down to my knees. I couldn’t believe this young girl was going to spank my bare bottom!

“You can’t spank me,” I wailed.

“I can and I will,” Brenda snapped. “Mrs. Stevens, would you hand me the hairbrush in my back pack, please?”

Seconds later, she displayed a large wooden hairbrush as I squirmed on her lap. “This is what I use to tame naughty little boys. There’s nothing like a good bare-bottom hairbrushing to establish who is the boss.”

I tried my best to escape but she was holding me firmly and she was much stronger than I was, especially with my feet off the floor and being upside down over her lap.

WHAP!!

I let out a howl as the first hard stroke from the hairbrush impacted in the center of my bottom. Brenda didn’t mess around with a “warmup”, every smack was delivered at full strength to my tender bare bottom. Before long I was crying, howling and begging for mercy as the heavy brush crashed into every square inch of my bottom. By the time she finished with my bottom, I was bawling like a two year old, tears and snot were running off my chin and I just lay across her lap, helpless and totally humiliated.

When she stopped spanking she rubbed my bottom for a few minutes until my sobs died down. “Now have we established who is in charge, little boy?”

“Y-y-yes, Brenda, you’re in charge.” I whimpered.

“Good. Oh and while we’re at it, from now on both of you will address me as “Miss Brenda or Ma’am when you speak to me. Is that clear or should I resume?”

“Yes, Miss Brenda, ma’am.” I managed to choke out.

“Good boy,” she said. She then removed my PJ pants and my underpants and put them on the floor. “You won’t be needing these the rest of the night. Now get up and go over to the corner.”

I managed to climb clumsily off her lap and over to the corner. Bare from the waist down, my short PJ top did nothing to conceal my bottom or private parts.

As I got up, I could see that Nikki was crying softly and mopping her face with the hem of her pajama tops.

Brenda turned to her. “Come here, Nikki.”

Nikki stumbled over to her and looked pleadingly at Mom.

“Now, little girl, you saw what happened to your brother. Are you ready to call me ‘Miss Brenda’ or ‘ma’am’ when you address me and obey me promptly when you are given an order?’

Nikki set her face in her “defiant” pose and snapped back. “Fuck no!! Just because you can beat up Kevin doesn’t make you a grown up. You’re just an overgrown playground bully that thinks she’s the Queen of the May. Mama, get this stupid bitch out of the house now before she really hurts somebody.”

Mom’s face hardened. “I hired Brenda to keep you kids in line and that’s just what she is going to do. She knows what she can and can’t do to you as discipline and it is clearly specified in her contract. Her contract has been reviewed by her parents, our lawyer and Child Protective Services. So, little Missy, you can get rid of that attitude right now. Brenda, you know what to do now.”

Brenda smiled, and dragged Nikki over her lap. As with me, her PJ pants and underpants came down and Brenda went straight to work.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!

Nikki howled in protest and, like me, went through the squirming, kicking and sobbing stages. I don’t think her spanking lasted as long as mine had but, of course, her bottom was smaller than mine and didn’t require as many strokes to turn as bright red as I assumed mine was. In a few minutes, Nikki was standing beside me bare below the waist and sobbing quietly.

End of Chapter 1

(The End)