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The Nanny's Tale - in several short episodes
#1
I heard my bedroom door creak open, and there he was, looking all forlorn. “Nanny,” he whined, “I can’t sleep.”

I looked at him with his little red face and his bedraggled teddy bear he always seemed to carry around. I should have been cross with him for climbing out of his cot again (this was the third evening in a row he’d done it, and I’d only put him in it twenty minutes beforehand), but he looked so sweet that I smiled and put my arms out towards him in the gesture that’s universally recognised as “come for a cuddle”.

As he waddled towards me I wondered if he’d wet his nappy, and if that’s what was stopping him getting to sleep. I would have been a bit cross if he had, because I’d sat him on his potty just before bedtime, and put a clean nappy on him.

I pushed my hand down the back of his plastic pants and felt around. He didn’t seem wet. “Have you stayed dry for Nanny?” I asked him. He looked pleased as he nodded his head. “So why can’t my big boy get to sleep then?”

He looked all coy, and then I twigged exactly what he wanted. I was torn between allowing this to become a bedtime routine, and knowing that it would settle him down and he’d go back to his bedroom and I could tuck him up in his cot for the night afterwards.

“Come on then,” I smiled. “Come with Nanny over to the sofa.”

I sat on the sofa and helped him onto my lap. I undid my blouse and bra and held my breast for him to suckle. He eagerly closed his lips around my nipple and began to nurse. As he did I pushed my hand inside the front of his plastic pants and began rubbing him through his nappy. Before long his sucking became more intense, and then he shuddered as I felt him make a little sticky mess in his nappy.

I pulled his plastic pants back up securely over his nappy and did up my bra and blouse. “Nanny will change your nappy in the morning, Ali. Now let’s get you settled in your cot and off to sleep.

I patted his bottom as he made his way back to his bedroom. “I can’t believe you're sixteen years old and still need nappies!” I chided him.

But he was sixteen, and he did still very much need his nappies. I’d been his nanny for a week, and was just discovering his story. Would you like to hear it?
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(09-07-2018, 05:19 PM)Ali Wrote: I heard my bedroom door creak open, and there he was, looking all forlorn. “Nanny,” he whined, “I can’t sleep.”

I looked at him with his little red face and his bedraggled teddy bear he always seemed to carry around. I should have been cross with him for climbing out of his cot again (this was the third evening in a row he’d done it, and I’d only put him in it twenty minutes beforehand), but he looked so sweet that I smiled and put my arms out towards him in the gesture that’s universally recognised as “come for a cuddle”.

As he waddled towards me I wondered if he’d wet his nappy, and if that’s what was stopping him getting to sleep. I would have been a bit cross if he had, because I’d sat him on his potty just before bedtime, and put a clean nappy on him.

I pushed my hand down the back of his plastic pants and felt around. He didn’t seem wet. “Have you stayed dry for Nanny?” I asked him. He looked pleased as he nodded his head. “So why can’t my big boy get to sleep then?”

He looked all coy, and then I twigged exactly what he wanted. I was torn between allowing this to become a bedtime routine, and knowing that it would settle him down and he’d go back to his bedroom and I could tuck him up in his cot for the night afterwards.

“Come on then,” I smiled. “Come with Nanny over to the sofa.”

I sat on the sofa and helped him onto my lap. I undid my blouse and bra and held my breast for him to suckle. He eagerly closed his lips around my nipple and began to nurse. As he did I pushed my hand inside the front of his plastic pants and began rubbing him through his nappy. Before long his sucking became more intense, and then he shuddered as I felt him make a little sticky mess in his nappy.

I pulled his plastic pants back up securely over his nappy and did up my bra and blouse. “Nanny will change your nappy in the morning, Ali. Now let’s get you settled in your cot and off to sleep.

I patted his bottom as he made his way back to his bedroom. “I can’t believe you're sixteen years old and still need nappies!” I chided him.

But he was sixteen, and he did still very much need his nappies. I’d been his nanny for a week, and was just discovering his story. Would you like to hear it?

yes I would love to hear more x
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#4
I’d been Ali’s nanny for just a week. Having spent three years at Norland, and graduating in the top 10% of my class, I’d been looking forward to finding a role with a well-to-do family, looking after their offspring.

I’d looked at all the job offers from wealthy families wanting a nanny to look after their troublesome children, but one ad stood out. They were offering 50% more than anyone else, and I just had to apply.

I put on my smartest outfit for my interview – a tight-fitting skirt, white semi-transparent blouse, my prettiest bra, and I spent ages doing my make-up and hair.

I arrived at their house and was immediately convinced I’d love to work there. It was a beautiful house, with a long gravel drive.

I had expected both parents to conduct my interview, but it was only Mrs Davies. She got to the point straight away.

“I need you to look after Ali,” she said. “I'm afraid he's not your usual baby. He’s sixteen years old, but has never been out of nappies. It’s got to the point where his father and I are worried about getting him into an appropriate school. We want you to do what his other two nannies have failed to do. We want you to toilet train him so he can go to his father’s old school sixth form. You’ll have six months. Do you think you're up to the job?”

I stared open-mouthed. A sixteen year old boy who had never been out of nappies? How on earth could that be?

“I know,” she said, “it’s a bit strange isn’t it? Let me explain.”

She went on to describe how she had married her husband – a very successful businessman and fifteen years her elder [I immediately thought ‘trophy wife’] – hadn’t really wanted children, but had agreed in order to keep her happy. When Ali was born she had no idea how to look after a baby. She’d always dreamed of having a baby girl, so that she could treat her like her little princess, as she had always wanted to be treated when she was growing up. But how to cope with a baby boy?

For a year and a bit she struggled with having to get up during the night, feeding him, changing his nappies etc. Her husband had made it clear that he was far too busy to deal with the baby, and left her to it.

And then she fell pregnant again. This time it was the baby girl she’d longed for.

As soon as Lucy was born, she was all she had time for. She bought her the prettiest dresses, the frilliest baby panties and the loveliest bonnets. She finally had her little princess.

All this meant that Ali was virtually ignored. She’d make sure he had a clean nappy on in the morning, but after that her interest was almost exclusively in Lucy. She’d plonk him in front of the TV and leave him while she doted on Lucy.

Often she’d leave him in his wet nappy too long, and there was more than one awkward visit to their private doctor to get his nappy rash treated.

By the time Lucy was two she was out of nappies, even at night-time. Ali, however, still very much needed them. He was four years old, but had never even been sat on a potty.

One evening at dinner she complained to her husband about how difficult she was finding it dealing with a four year old who still needed nappies.
“Why don’t you just get him a nanny, then?” he asked.

It was a moment that was to change everything. Within a couple of weeks they'd appointed a nanny. Mrs Davies was free to dote on Lucy, and Ali finally had someone to take proper care of him.

Nanny Barbara was a very experienced nanny. She never let the boy stay too long in his wet nappy, and made change-time fun in a way his mother never had. She also took him out to the park, or the river, in his pushchair, determined to look after him properly.

For his part, Ali loved Nanny Barbara. He’d craved his mother’s attention and not been given it, but here was a woman who spent her whole time looking after him. He was embarrassed about still needing nappies – it stopped him playing with other children his age – but at least she made nappy change-time fun. His mother had always chided him when she changed his wet nappy, but Nanny Barbara was always checking his nappy, making sure he didn’t stay wet for too long.

Everyone seemed happy with the arrangement. Mrs Davies got to focus on her little princess; Mr Davies had a happy wife; and Ali loved his nanny.

It wasn’t long before Nanny Barbara suggested that it might be easier if Ali moved into the spare bedroom in the cottage she’d been given in the house grounds, and Mrs Davies readily agreed.

From then on, it was as if Ali was her own child. She put him to bed, got him up in the morning, changed his nappy when needed and took him out to all sorts of exciting places. She even home-tutored him to save the embarrassment of having to go to school in nappies. For his part Ali was quite happy not having any friends – he had the only friend he needed in Nanny Barbara.

Of course, they got some strange looks when she took the six or seven-year-old to the park in his pushchair with his nappies and plastic pants in plain view for all to see. But Nanny Barbara always seemed to explain it away to the inquisitive mums.

It all came to a head when Mr Davies announced that he’d arranged for the boy to go to his old school. All he needed to do was attend the open day, and pass the entrance exam.

Mr Davies was very proud of his old school, and had become a significant donor to ensure its future success. It was a formality that Ali would be accepted. For once Mr Davies decided that he would play a part in his son’s life, and would accompany him to the school.

Nanny Barbara got the boy ready for his big day – but of course he still needed a nappy on. She’d chosen a little blue sailor suit for him. She thought he looked very smart in his white blouse, blue velvet jacket and matching knickerbocker shorts. His white knee-length socks and black patent leather shoes completed his outfit.

When she took him over to the main house, however, Mr Davies was furious.

Ali’s nappy was quite obvious with its bulkiness under his shorts, and his plastic pants crinkled noisily as he walked.

“I can’t take him to my school looking like THAT!” he screamed. “What the HELL have you been doing with him? He’s ten years old! He shouldn’t still be in nappies! Pack your bags. You’re fired!”

Nanny Barbara burst into tears. And then Ali did the same. “You,” he said, snarling at his wife, “need to find him a nanny who’s capable of getting him out of nappies and into my school.”

And with that Ali’s time with Nanny Barbara was over, and Mrs Davies resolved to find him a nanny with a bit more discipline.
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