Nanny Vanessa

Chapter 4
Nanny Vanessa, Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Diapers? Of course Elliott minded. The bedwetting was an isolated incident, as he had never done that before. Even something like wearing protection at night would have been a bit much, but 24 hours? He wasn’t going to have an accident during the day! And, like everything else, he was way too old for that kind of underwear.

“Umm, I don’t need diapers, Vanessa,” he mumbled. It was difficult to be firm when he was naked in front of her, in the middle of a bath.

“I know you don’t need diapers, silly,” Vanessa giggled, “But it’s better to be safe than sorry, don’t you think? You wet the bed. That means diapers. If you can make it to the toilet like a big boy until tomorrow morning, we can forget all about your little accident. I won’t tell your parents about it, either. How does that sound?”

It wasn’t necessarily a threat that she would tell them if he didn’t go along with her policy, though it also wasn’t something he had thought about amidst the nonstop embarrassment of the morning. Elliott had no idea how his parents would react to learning that he had an overnight accident. They already hired a nanny to ensure he stayed on top of his end of the semester studying. Something like this could potentially make him seem immature in a completely different way; he really didn’t want this kind of supervision to become the norm, as his parents traveled at least once a month.

Not pushing for an answer right away, probably because she was in charge and would get her way regardless, Vanessa said, “Think about it, Elliott. We can talk more about your diapers after your bath. Now, stand up for me. The sooner I finish washing you, the sooner we can get on with the day!”

He was still hesitant to lose the cover that he had kept up for the first half of the bath. Couldn’t he just bathe his private areas himself? Apparently not. Vanessa gently yet firmly pushed him to get moving, reminding him that this really wasn’t a big deal for her. It wasn’t the first time she had given a bath to one of her charges, and she added that he was going to be in trouble if he didn’t behave.

While standing up and exposing himself was daunting, he managed to justify it due to the fact that he was already naked. Accepting Vanessa’s ‘logic,’ as they would be done with all of this a lot more quickly if he just did as he was told, he left the cover of his water and the position of his body. As badly as he wanted to cup his crotch with his hands, Elliott managed to keep his arms down. She was going to see him either way, and he was also dirty down there from the overnight accident.

“There you go,” Vanessa smiled, “That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Hold still and pay attention, okay? You’ll have the chance to try this yourself next time.”

Elliott couldn’t help himself. “I already know how to do this myself,” he blurted out.

With a small eye roll, Vanessa replied. “I’m sure you think you know how to do this. But as I’ve been saying, you smell like boy. And like pee, right now.” She leaned in slightly to take a small sniff, then wrinkled her nose. “Gross. As your babysitter, I need to make sure you learn proper hygiene. You don’t want to be a smelly little boy, do you?”

What kind of question was that? As if her words weren’t demeaning enough, he was literally standing there with his bare crotch on display.

“I didn’t think so,” she said, “You want to be a big boy. Right?”

He wanted to insist that he was a big boy, except that would almost sound worse. A guy his age was well beyond such phrases. At the same time, he was kind of trapped between that and the more demeaning description she had just used. So he nodded, unable to bring himself to actually echo her words.

“Good!” Vanessa chirped, “If that’s really what you want, then show me you can be mature about all of this. I’m going to teach you how to bathe yourself thoroughly, and then I’m going to diaper you. How does that sound?”

Humiliating. Unreal. Beyond degrading. All Elliott could muster, however, was, “ . . . Fine.” This wasn’t exactly what he had anticipated when Vanessa said they could talk about the padding. He had just been standing around for so long, and diapers were actually starting to sound appealing if they meant not being naked any more. Elliott was also more of a grower than a show-er, and the cool air of the bathroom wasn’t doing him any favors in that regard. 

At this point, he was certain that nothing was going to happen between him and Vanessa, anyway. She was attractive, and he might’ve fantasized about her once or twice since her arrival. However, this was not at all what he pictured in terms of being undressed with her.

Vanessa made a comment about his attitude, though she didn’t dwell on it. The fact that he had accepted her bedwetting policy, albeit begrudgingly, was enough for now. If anything, it only made him seem more like the charges she was used to dealing with. After all, every older kid insisted that they didn’t need a babysitter; this was no exception.

She took the bar of soap and applied a generous amount onto the washcloth and cupped his crotch with the layer between him and her hand. Starting with his dick and balls, she made sure to circle and rub and get every little spot. There was nothing sexual to her touch, and Elliott really didn’t have to worry about getting turned on and further embarrassing himself. Between the temperature and how emasculating this experience was, a pretty girl indirectly touching him down there wasn’t quite enough to excite him.

The friendly yet bossy redhead also explained pretty much everything as she scrubbed. “You should always be thorough when cleaning your private areas, Elliott. And extra thorough when you have an accident. There’s not much hair down here, but you still want to make sure you get this area.” Moving downwards after wiping every inch of his crotch, she continued the explanation with the common phrase she had been using since yesterday. “Make sure you get underneath your balls as well. Remember, you don’t want to smell like boy! That means getting every little nook and cranny when you take a bath.”

. . . Or a shower? He didn’t bother clarifying. By the time Vanessa was done cleaning his most private area, Elliott was deeply blushing. The worst part was, she really wasn’t talking down to him in a teasing or demeaning way. Vanessa spoke in a simple and straightforward manner, nonchalantly lecturing him during the bath as if she actually believed he needed to learn these things.

“Let’s keep the soap there for a minute,” she said, “Your legs will be quick; then you can rinse everything off!” With that, she started scrubbing his thighs, followed by his knees. After having him lift his feet out of the water and talking about how cleaning between the toes is another one of those ‘nooks and crannies’ part of properly taking a bath, she had him turn around so she could repeat the recent process on the backs of his legs. “Alright, rinse off,” she instructed, “I just have to clean your bottom, and then we’re done!”

At least he had already dealt with her seeing his ass once, since she had to do both sides of his legs. Of course, it was different when she was actually washing him back there. Vanessa started with his lower cheeks, then launched into a similar explanation about how it’s important to be thorough. She worked the washcloth in between his cheeks with her fingers, scrubbing up and down while telling him that some boys are nervous to wash this part. But this was part of being a ‘big boy,’ and she was confident that he’d be brave enough to do it himself next time.

After digging a little bit deeper, enough that Elliott eventually blushed again and squirmed a little bit due to how this was the first time a hand that wasn’t his own was down there, Vanessa finally gave him a teasing swat as she announced, “All done! You’re such a good boy, Elliott. Okay, rinse off and wait right here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He was left alone in the bathroom, wondering whether or not ‘right here’ meant the tub or the room itself. Drying off was the logical next step. The problem was, that could be yet another thing Vanessa planned on doing herself. He was torn between proving that he could do something so simple, or waiting for her permission. There was really no winning when she was treating him like he was one of her younger charges.

Deciding it was better to do something on his own, mostly since it would be awkward just standing in the tub dripping, Elliott grabbed his towel from the rack and started drying himself off. He got most of the job done, when Vanessa returned with an armful of diapering supplies. “Oh! I can help with that, Elliott.” She set her things down on the counter and stepped forward, taking the towel from him and picking up where he left off.

He didn’t bother voicing anything about how he didn’t need her assistance. Better to move things along, as he was still in the mindset that getting to a more normal part of the morning would give him a better chance to remind her that she was really only supposed to be here to keep him on track for his schoolwork. That, and perhaps studying for his COLLEGE CLASSES would give her the hint that he wasn’t some immature boy who didn’t know how to take care of himself.

But for now, Vanessa was fussing over him and making sure he was nice and dry before moving on to the next part. “Okay, Elliott. Now we just have to get you diapered. Well, you also need to brush your teeth and everything, but we can do that in a minute.” She grabbed the diaper from the counter and unfolded it, then knelt down to lay it out on the tile. “Sorry we have to do this on the floor! Your bed would be more comfortable, but your room smells like pee right now.”

Elliott wasn’t sure which was worse–that he was about to be wearing a diaper, or that he wasn’t bothering to argue about it. As motivated as he was to get dressed, since being nude for an extended period of time didn’t do anything to get him used to it, being put in protective padding was a lot. Even if he had wet the bed. And yet, he reluctantly lowered himself to the floor, knowing full well that he had already lost his opportunity to discuss the matter.

As if reading his mind, Vanessa gave him a reassuring smile as she positioned herself next to him. “Diapers are nothing to be embarrassed about, Elliott! Would you rather have an accident in these, or on the sofa?”

Neither. Like pretty much every either/or question she posed to him, there was really only one answer. Though he was old enough to understand the babysitting ‘logic’ that probably worked on the average charge of hers, it still technically worked. Between the two, it was obviously better to not pee on the sofa. Even if he wasn’t going to have a daytime accident.

It was more of a rhetorical question, anyway. Before wrapping Elliott up in the thick padding, Vanessa poured some baby powder all over his crotch. To keep him from getting a diaper rash. In this case, it was more about any lingering moisture from the shower, rather than her implying that he was going to wet himself. Either way, it was just another thing to be embarrassed about on top of the diapering itself. 

Vanessa really didn’t drag things out. Unlike the recent bath, there wasn’t much beyond the powder to be thorough about. Ever the experienced babysitter, she was quite adept at putting a diaper on. After making sure it was nice and snug, she taped up the padding and secured the babyish underwear around Elliott. “There,” she said, sitting back, “How does it feel?”

Elliott sat up and then stood up, feeling ridiculous in the thick, white underwear. “Fine,” he mumbled. What else could he say? Just by the way it felt to get to his feet made it clear that it was going to be impossible to ignore the padding between his legs. While putting on a pair of shorts would at least cover the diaper, he was going to be constantly reminded of what he was wearing.

“Good,” she said, “Before you get dressed, can you show me that you remember everything else you’re supposed to do before starting the day?”

Right. He hadn’t brushed his teeth or anything yet. Like last night, Vanessa stayed to supervise him as he flossed, brushed, and applied deodorant. Her presence wasn’t even the worst part; he was busy dealing with the embarrassment of his reflection as he went through the simple routine.

Finally, he was able to leave the bathroom, trying his best to ignore how it felt to walk in a diaper. Like Vanessa said, his room smelled a bit like pee, but it wasn’t so bad that he couldn’t get dressed. He grabbed a pair of loose gym shorts that would hopefully hide the bulge of the underwear, and the first t-shirt he saw in the next drawer down. Vanessa was still supervising him from a distance, and every second she saw him in the childish underwear worked against him in terms of making her see him more as a college student and young adult, rather than a teenage boy.

He pulled the shorts on first, of course, followed by the tee. Just as he was officially ready for the day, Vanessa held out her hand. “Come on, Elliott. Let’s go downstairs. I’ll take care of the mess in here once we have you settled with your studies!”

Did she really expect him to take her hand? Elliott was still too flustered from the last half hour or so to protest. He reluctantly placed his hand in hers, where she gave him a small squeeze. Like so many other gestures, reassuring him that this was all fine. Still being kind and professional, which was both confusing and frustrating at the same time. 

Vanessa led him down to the main floor, to the coffee table where he had been studying yesterday. This time, she decided the subject for him. After walking him to the sofa and sitting him down, she pulled out the syllabus for his religion class. Elliott’s college had a variety of General Education requirements, including a handful of religion classes despite it not being a particularly religious school. Of all his classes, this was the one he generally ignored in favor of studying for the ones he had decided were more important in the grand scheme of things.

“You currently have a C+ in this class,” she said, “If you do really well on your final paper, you’ll for sure earn a B minus. Maybe even a B, if you put your mind to it! Do you need my help with anything, or are you ready to get started?”

What Elliott really wanted was some breakfast. Or a few hours of gaming, since it was Saturday morning. Keeping all that to himself, he said, “I’m fine. You can clean, or whatever.” He would have washed his sheets himself, if Vanessa hadn’t caught him before he had a chance to discreetly do so. Since she had already offered a minute, it didn’t feel presumptuous to suggest it. It would just be nice to have a minute to breathe, as she had been more overbearing than yesterday ever since she spotted the wet sheets.

She did head back upstairs to throw his bedding in the washer, and hopefully keep the mattress from getting stained with what could only be from one thing. Meanwhile, Elliott shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, still not at all used to the diapers. Every new movement, every position of his body, seemed to draw his attention back to the padding. He had no idea how he was going to be able to focus on schoolwork when he had such a mortifying distraction to deal with. Vanessa’s policy was 24 hours; that meant he’d be stuck in this all day and all night. That math was simple of course; Elliott just hadn’t fully accepted it yet.

Working on a paper first thing in the morning didn’t come naturally to him either, considering his habits. It took a few minutes of skimming through his notes and the minimal prep work he had done for the essay just to get a sense of where he might start. Before he opened his laptop to get a word on the page, Vanessa stepped back into the room.

“Okay!” she exclaimed, “Right where I left you; that’s a good sign. You have a lot of work to get done today, Elliott. Don’t worry, I’ll be here to keep you on task. And I bet you’ll do a great job. You’ve been such a well behaved boy so far!”

Uh huh. Something like that. 

“I’ll get started on breakfast while you work. Just let me know when you have to use the bathroom, so I can take your diaper off. I can supervise you in there, too. Just in case!” With that, she gave his head a pat and went into the kitchen.

Elliott was left sitting there, wondering how things had spun so far out of his control since Vanessa arrived. And what the rest of the weekend with her was going to be like.