Nanny Vanessa

Chapter 5
Nanny Vanessa, Chapter Five

Chapter Five

For the next half hour or so, he pushed through the opening paragraph of his essay. No coffee. No video games to ease him into the morning. And the lingering embarrassment of everything that had happened since waking up made it rather difficult to focus, as did the thick padding that made him constantly shift and fidget in awkwardness and discomfort.

Just when he was settling into a decent rhythm, Vanessa called from the kitchen, “Elliott! Breakfast time!”

“Great,” he muttered to himself. While doing schoolwork first thing in the morning was stupid, he was still frustrated at being interrupted the moment he started making progress. In his mind, the sooner he finished writing his essay, the sooner Vanessa would lay off the whole micromanaging thing. And, of course, start treating him his actual age. He still had no idea if this was some weird babysitting tactic, or if she was just used to watching younger charges and was failing to adjust to a guy who was technically an adult.

Breakfast was more or less what he would have made for himself, save for the bowl of fruit that took a little more effort. He grabbed the plate of eggs and toast, planning on heading back to his essay in the same way he often took meals up to his gaming PC, until Vanessa told him to sit down. “Meals should be eaten in the kitchen, Elliott,” she lectured him, “You don’t want to make a mess in the living room, do you?”

He bit his tongue about how his parents didn’t care about stuff like that; they had never been the kind of family that limited themselves to the kitchen and the dining room when it came to snacks and meals. At the same time, he knew it wasn’t worth fighting Vanessa on this. If she could make him take a bath with her assistance, she would have no issue insisting on something far more simple. 

At this point, Elliott needed to both bide his time and pick his battles. The better he behaved, including not arguing, the more she’d start seeing him as someone who didn’t need constant management.

Apparently they weren’t going to be eating in silence, either. Once they were both seated at the table, Vanessa said, “So, tell me about school. Any favorite classes? Stressed about one of your exams in particular?”

For a moment, Elliott was annoyed he was being asked about his academics. He’d be far more inclined to talk about video games, the occasional extracurricular, and so on. But then he realized this was a good opportunity to shove the fact that he was a college student in Vanessa’s face. Maybe the look at his Intro to Religion syllabus hadn’t been enough of a reminder. Because in general, undergrad classes had names that were more distinct than some of the classes he had taken as a teenager.

The only problem with her questions was that he didn’t really have much to say about the semester. He was only in college because his parents pushed it as something that he was supposed to do. As long as he got a degree, his grades really didn’t matter to him. Still, he could at least list off the classes and give an overview of what he still needed to get done. Kind of pointless, when Vanessa had already looked through what he was responsible for during her stay, though Elliott still tried to hit everything for the sake of making her view him as someone mature enough to get ready for bed by himself.

If anything had changed from Vanessa’s perspective, it didn’t show as she ate her breakfast and politely listened to everything he needed to get done before the end of the semester. When he was done, she smiled and said, “It’s a good thing I’m here to keep you on task, then. And what about your accidents? Tests are stressful. You might want to wear diapers to class, just in case.”

He flushed slightly at the mental image of going to class while diapered, when there was no way in hell he planned on even leaving the house in his current state. “I don’t need diapers,” he muttered. Saying the word out loud was embarrassing, too.

“Never heard that before,” Vanessa giggled, “But it’s better to be safe than sorry. Just make it until tomorrow without an accident, and you can wear your big boy underwear again.”

“Whatever,” he muttered. While he was still physically attracted to the redhead, he wasn’t at all into her patronizing attitude, even if she was rather gentle and casual about everything she said. At this point, he was more concerned with getting her to back off than anything else; he was more than capable of passing his classes and doing everything he normally did at home without a hovering babysitter.

Once breakfast was over, hovering is exactly what she did. Elliott got a few minutes of solitude in the living room while Vanessa was doing the dishes, and then she joined him with a book in her hand. While he’d take her lounging in the nearby armchair over actively treating him like a child, he still would have been more productive if he could have the whole space to himself. 

Little by little, he chipped away at his essay. Five pages wasn’t too bad for a paper; the only reason he spent so long on each section was because it was worth a higher percentage of his grade than some of the other assignments he had rushed through over the semester. And, ideally, finishing one of his four tasks of the weekend would earn him some independence.

As he was getting started on the last paragraph, Vanessa broke the productive silence that had settled in for a while. “Do you need the bathroom, Elliott?”

“What? No,” he said. If he did need to relieve himself, he would simply get up and do so like the young adult he was. There was no reason for Vanessa to check in on something like that.

“Hmm. Okay,” she shrugged, “You’ve just been fidgeting a lot. I thought you might need to go.”

That was just because he was wearing a diaper. It wasn’t his fault that the padding underneath his ass made it difficult to get comfortable. “Well, I don’t,” he snapped, sounding more like a petulant child than he realized.

“Elliott!” she sternly replied, “That’s no way to talk to your babysitter. Your mother warned me that you might have an attitude issue this weekend. Maybe a time-out will help. Go stand in the corner for five minutes, young man.” Vanessa pointed to a spot within her sightline, so she could continue watching him from where she was.

Was she being serious? He was way too old for a punishment like that, just like he was way too old for most of what Vanessa had put him through so far. The phrase ‘young man’ definitely wasn’t an acknowledgement of his actual age, either; that was more a patronizing way people referred to boys.

“I’m almost done with my essay,” he replied, trying to stand his ground, “And I’m not a fucking child. You can’t-”

Vanessa gasped. “ELLIOTT. Language!” Reacting as if he actually was a child who just used a swear word, she practically leapt out of her chair and grabbed his wrist. Forcefully yanking him up, nearly causing his laptop to fall off the coffee table as it was jostled in the process, she began dragging him towards the door to the first floor hallway. “You do not use words like that in this house. Or ever! You’re such a bad little boy.” The moment he attempted to say something in his defense, she cut him off. “NO. I don’t want to hear a single word out of that dirty mouth of yours. You were being so good today, too. What happened?!”

What happened was that Elliott reached his breaking point with that time-out suggestion. It was one thing for Vanessa to push him to study and work on his papers, when that’s something he was planning on getting around to anyway. On Sunday afternoon, rather than Saturday morning, but still. What he didn’t need was a slap on the wrist for standing up for himself, or a demeaning punishment designed for boys way younger and less mature than he was.

Before he knew it, Vanessa was pulling him into the bathroom. She was surprisingly strong for a girl, though he was mostly blaming his weakness on the small height advantage she had on him as well as the element of surprise where this assertive yanking was concerned. As for her perception of him, it probably didn’t help that he was wearing athletic shorts and a plain t-shirt while she was more dressed up. As soon as he caught a glimpse of the two of them in the mirror, the contrast between them was a bit more dramatic than he expected. However, that didn’t change the fact that he very clearly was too big for her to mistake him as a boy who needed help in the bath or someone who needed to be disciplined for every little thing.

Not hesitating in the slightest, Vanessa grabbed the bar of soap next to the sink and shoved it into his mouth. “We need to clean that dirty mouth of yours,” she said, “This is what happens to bad little boys who use foul language. Do you understand, Elliott?”

He was not prepared for the punishment in the slightest. Trying to protest at the last second only made it easier for Vanessa to push the soap in, at which point his words came out as a garbled mess. The oval bar was too big for his mouth, which didn’t deter Vanessa in the slightest. Rather than leaving it in, like she might have done had the soap been a different size, she proceeded to ‘scrub’ his mouth in order to clean away the language she had been berating him about.

“Mm mmgphh!” Elliott exclaimed. He attempted to shove Vanessa’s arm away, only for her to swat his hand away. She had no problem manhandling him, getting them into a position against the counter where she could continue working the soap while simultaneously dealing with his squirming. The bitter taste quickly overwhelmed his senses and, thanks to what Vanessa was doing with the bar, it wasn’t long before the movements against his teeth caused bits and pieces to scrape from the soap and collect in his gums and below his tongue. Gagging at the taste and the awful sensations, he shook his head and tried to tell her to stop. “Ihgh nakh mmfgh!” he begged.

Not relenting in the slightest, Vanessa shoved the bar deep into Elliott’s mouth before asking, “No more bad words?”

Elliott quickly shook his head again, this time to answer her question rather than in an attempt to express his discomfort.

“Are you going to behave from now on?” she pressed, “I have to give a report to your mommy when she gets back, Elliott. I’d love to tell her that you were a good little boy all weekend.”

Again, Elliott hastily responded with a nonverbal affirmation, nodding about his behavior. His mouth was full of suds at this point, and he was blushing deeply at the way Vanessa was talking to him. She wasn’t even being mean about it. This was just a babysitter being direct while punishing her charge, and once again failing to see that he wasn’t like the younger boys she normally watched.

“I hope you mean it, Elliott,” she said, “You had your chance to be a big boy. For the rest of the day, I’m going to treat you like the bad little boy you’ve been acting like. That means no screen time, constant supervision, and an earlier bedtime. Tomorrow, you can decide what kind of boy you want to be.”

As in, she had been treating him like a ‘big boy’ up until now. That’s not what it had felt like, though perhaps the bedwetting incident had shifted things from how the morning could have otherwise gone. Either way, one little swear word had cost him an entire day’s worth of trust, when he had been working so hard to prove his maturity. Surely a paper written by a college boy was more meaningful than a single bad word.

After a few more rough motions with the bar of soap, Vanessa removed it from his mouth and demanded, “Now promise me that you’re going to behave from now on.”

Elliott was a total mess in the face of everything he had just been put through. Not quite crying, though there was some eye water from the bitter suds and the situation in general. His cheeks were dark red from both embarrassment and all the squirming since he had been dragged into the bathroom, and his mouth was still full of bits and pieces of soap. “I- I promise,” he mumbled, gagging slightly as he accidentally swallowed a bit of the stuff.

Then, out of nowhere, he felt it. A small squirt of pee that immediately created a patch of warmth and wetness against his crotch. It was enough of a surprise that he ended up releasing a bigger burst into the padding. Just like that, he was seconds away from actually wetting himself, and worried that saying as much to Vanessa would lead to her finding out what he just did. 

He had been telling the truth earlier about how he hadn’t needed to go. Was it the stress and/or the humiliation of Vanessa disciplining him like this? Elliott was too flustered by everything to start thinking about that.

Vanessa hadn’t seemed to notice anything. “That wasn’t fun for me, Elliott,” she calmly said, “I don’t like punishing boys. But it’s really up to you how this weekend goes, okay?” Gesturing to the sink, she added on, “You can rinse out your mouth. When you’re done, I’ll take you back to your homework.” Sure enough, she was already following through on her assertion about constantly supervising him.

Head still spinning about how a guy his age had just been subjected to something like that, Elliott bent over to awkwardly drink from the sink. He remained nervous and indecisive about how to deal with the now slightly dirty diapers, and it was taking a conscious effort to keep himself from letting go. 

The first sip had the opposite effect from what he expected. Instead of things getting better, his mouth lathered up with foam from how the suds reacted to the water. Coughing and gagging from the sudden wave of bitterness, Elliott’s focus drifted enough that he forgot about the self control that mattered most at the moment

He started peeing for real, unable to stop once he started. Praying that the running water at the sink would be enough to mask the fact that he was wetting himself right in front of Vanessa, he continued rinsing his mouth out and pretending like nothing was wrong beyond the obvious.

So much for not needing diapers.