Nanny Vanessa

Chapter 3
Nanny Vanessa, Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Elliott was used to sleeping in. Of course, he also usually stayed up much later unless he had a class that was earlier in the day. In particular, Saturdays were supposed to be for lazy mornings and long gaming sessions. Unless a certain babysitter decided that he needed to start the day the second that the sun appeared on the horizon.

“Rise and shine, Elliott!” Vanessa pulled back the curtains as she greeted the still sleeping boy.

It was just past 6:30 AM. If Elliott had gone to bed when he normally did, this would be an ungodly early wake-up call. Thanks to the embarrassingly early bedtime, however, he got somewhere between seven and eight hours of sleep. Just because Vanessa turned the lights off at 9:45 PM didn’t mean Elliot managed to sleep right away; his usual sleep habits, paired with the lingering frustration of how Vanessa treated him more like a child than an adult, left him tossing and turning for a while before finally drifting off.

Either way, this was the earliest he had been woken up in a long time. Aside from a trip with a morning flight that required setting an alarm before 7 AM, there was never a reason to get up at sunrise; for 8 AM classes, he would typically skip breakfast for a little extra sleep. Groaning to himself, both out of tiredness and annoyance that Vanessa thought this was necessary when Saturday was already long enough to tackle all the studying she was surely going to insist upon spending at least half his precious free time on, Elliott briefly considered telling her to fuck off and to come back in an hour or two.

Of course, that wasn’t actually an option. Vanessa was the ‘perfect’ combination of friendly and overbearing, which left Elliott in a difficult place where he didn’t want to upset her or test how she might react if he started the morning off acting like that. Considering how her babysitting style was already a bit much even when he was behaving, it would probably be better to play it safe until he could convince her that he didn’t need supervision in general.

The sun wasn’t really up yet, though it was still way too bright when he had no time to adjust to the open curtains. Squinting slightly and hoping that his hair wasn’t a total mess when he was still holding onto a shred of hope that he had a shot with the attractive redhead despite how it would be difficult to perceive him as a prospect when she had been hired to watch him for the weekend, Elliott shifted in place slightly and started to sit up.

That was when he felt it. 

As soon as he moved out of the position he had been sleeping in, Elliott noticed a wetness below his waist. ‘Fuck,’ he mentally swore to himself. This wasn’t some faint dampness from overnight arousal or anything like that; his crotch was soaked, as were the sheets underneath him. He had wet the bed?! How?? That hadn’t happened since he was super young, and definitely wasn’t something that should happen to a guy his age.

The sheer surprise of it, followed by the reflexive way he adjusted in an attempt to minimize the gross sensations of how his underwear was sticking to his thighs as well as the fact that he was somewhat sitting in his own pee, made him an open book in terms of the look on his face and his awkward body language. “Something wrong, Elliott?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

It didn’t help that he had been getting out of bed a moment ago, albeit lethargically, and was now in an incredibly awkward situation of wanting to run to the shower while also wanting to keep Vanessa from finding out about this. The end result was him fidgeting underneath the covers, while more or less keeping his body in place compared to before. “I’m fine,” he lied, “Can I just have some privacy? I’ll be downstairs in a minute.”

“Don’t be silly,” Vanessa giggled, “If I leave, you’re just going to roll over and keep sleeping. Besides, I need to supervise your routine to make sure you don’t miss anything. Do you remember everything you need to do before and after bed?”

Elliott was not going to go back to sleep. Even if he had woken up on his own, he would have been disgusted and absolutely mortified that he had wet the bed. It was only worse with Vanessa right there. She already micromanaged his hygiene due to the fact that he wasn’t wearing enough deodorant yesterday; if she caught him like this, Elliott couldn’t begin to imagine what the supervision of his bathroom habits might look like. 

Trying his best to keep a straight face, and hoping he would be able to convince Vanessa that he was more than capable of getting ready in the morning without her coaching him through it, he said, “Seriously, I don’t need your help. I’ll floss, brush for the full two minutes, and apply deodorant. Okay?”

She just shook her head. “You also need to use the toilet, and wash your hands afterwards. And, if you’re not going to shower first thing in the morning, you should at least wash your face. See? This is why you need me.”

Obviously, he was going to take a shower. And just because he didn’t list every single thing before entering the bathroom didn’t mean that he wouldn’t do the things she added to his answer. “Look, Vanessa-”

“Look, Elliott,” she cut him off, “We could circle all morning, but you have a lot to do today. Now, come on. It’s time to get up!” She strutted forward and yanked his covers completely off the bed, as a teasingly dramatic way to ensure that he’d be more motivated to get out of bed when not tempted by the comfort and warmth they provided.

“No, don’t!” he exclaimed, but it was too late. Though he had been hiding the accident underneath the covers, he hadn’t expected her to pull them away. And, by the time he realized that was her intention, it was too late to get a grip on them. He probably would have lost a game of Tug-of-War anyway, as Vanessa had more leverage as the only one between them who was standing. Either way, there was no concealing the large yellow spot between his legs, or the fact that the front of his PJs was visibly darker than the natural color.

Vanessa gasped. “Elliott! You wet the bed? And you’ve just been sitting there?” It took her about half a second to connect the dots. “That’s why you wanted me to leave. You’re such a bad boy! Elliott, I’m your babysitter; you’re supposed to tell me about stuff like this, not try and keep it from me.”

His single-mindedness about getting Vanessa out of his room ended up backfiring. Now he had both wet the bed and had been caught trying to hide it. “No, I-” He could feel himself blushing, and realized that no amount of crossing his legs or covering with his hands would hide the embarrassing image. Instead, he scrambled off the mattress, while failing to come up with a reasonable excuse. It made sense in his head, of course, but that was only when there was still a chance that he could convince her to get out. 

“I don’t want to hear it. We need to get you cleaned up before you have a rash.” With that, Vanessa closed the distance and gripped his wrist. She then swiveled on her heel and tugged him towards the bathroom.

The way she was talking to him had an unintended side effect of making him feel similarly to how he did when he got in trouble when he was younger. Between his headspace and the fact that he did need to get cleaned up, Elliott didn’t protest as he was led across his room. What he didn’t realize, due to how frequently Vanessa interchanged ‘you’ and ‘we,’ was that the latter was pointing towards what she had in mind rather than just being an expression.

Once they were in the bathroom together, Vanessa let go and said, “Get those dirty clothes off, Elliott. Quickly, now!” She bent over and fiddled with the drain of the tub for a moment, then began running the water.

Of course, he hesitated. As badly as he wanted to remove the pee-stained clothes, stripping in front of Vanessa was rather daunting. “I can-” He was too flustered to come up with a particularly coherent reply. Instead, he just mumbled, “I can do it myself.”

“I know you can do it yourself,” she said, “That’s why I told you to. But, if you need help . . . ”

“I don’t!” he hastily replied, sounding more whiny than anything else. Vanessa already included herself in so many things Elliott had been doing alone since well before middle school; getting undressed wasn’t something he needed her to add. 

Still, it was different when a girl was mere feet from him. Today, she was wearing a blouse/skirt combo. Unlike last night, however, Elliott wasn’t in a state where he could appreciate the image of her bending over and adjusting the temperature of the water. He was too busy steeling himself to be bottomless in front of her. 

Just as he was gripping the waistband of his pajama shorts, he noticed that Vanessa wasn’t getting a shower ready for him. She had plugged the drain, and was slowly filling up the tub. 

In other words, she planned on having him take a bath.

“Wait, I don’t need-” He hesitated, mostly to make sure that he wasn’t jumping to conclusions. But what else would Vanessa be doing with the tub if not that? Finishing his thought, he said, “I need a shower, Vanessa.”

“You just wet the bed, Elliott,” she reminded him. Standing back up and crossing her arms, in the usual balance of stern while not harsh, she said, “I don’t trust you to bathe yourself. You already need me here to put on deodorant properly, and we have to make sure that all that pee is washed off. So, I’ll give you a choice. Let me give you a bath, and behave during it, and you can shower tomorrow with a bit of supervision. Or we can do baths all weekend. What do you think?”

It was a more transparent version of the babysitting tactic of suggesting two things, like peas vs. carrots, and letting the kid choose. Of course, this was hardly a choice, when one option was blatantly better than the other. Elliott also wasn’t in the best state to argue. His underwear and bottoms were still clinging to him, the confined space made Vanessa a bit more intimidating despite how she was rather calm about all of this, and the running water that was filling the bathtub subtly made it feel like it the fact that he would take a bath this morning had already been decided.

Still blushing, and glancing away, he said, “The first one.”

“That’s a good boy,” she smiled, “Now, come on. Get out of those gross clothes and into the tub! The sooner you’re clean, the sooner we can get started with the day.”

In Elliott’s mind, it was more ‘the sooner I can get dressed.’ Vanessa was pretty, sure, though he didn’t want her to see him naked like this. Even so, he returned to the task at hand; it wasn’t as if he could take a bath with clothes on. Turning slightly, as if that would protect his modesty when she was going to see everything anyway in a minute, he carefully stripped his lower half all at once, being careful to minimize how much the wet fabric made contact with his legs on the way down.

Vanessa wasn’t actively watching. She busied herself moving the soap and shampoo to a spot where she could easily reach them, and occasionally tested the water’s temperature to make sure it was still good. Still, she saw enough in her peripherals to know when Elliott was bottomless. “Shirt, too,” she said, “Then you can get in right away. That way, I know how much more water we need!”

She sounded more chipper than before. While it was better than her reaction to finding out that he had wet the bed and tried to keep her from discovering it, Elliott was a little embarrassed that she was acting so normal. Did she really not think this whole thing was unusual, considering his age? She could be pretending for his sake, or maybe she really was in babysitter mode and blurring out the fact that he was older when focused on her job.

After removing the light t-shirt, Elliott reluctantly stepped towards the tub. He was ‘cupping’ his crotch, though it was more of an awkward hover to avoid getting pee on his hand. Still a bit in disbelief that this was actually happening, he lifted one leg and placed it into the water that was admittedly the perfect level of warmth. He vaguely remembered having to wait for the bath to cool down in his early childhood, since starting it too hot was safer than the alternative. 

“I’ll be back in a second, okay?” she said, as he dipped his second foot in, “Get comfortable, and turn the water off if it gets too high. Don’t worry, I’ll probably be here before that happens.” With that, she walked out of the bathroom and left the door wide open.

He welcomed the opportunity to lower his body and get settled in the tub without worrying about his nudity with Vanessa right there. Of course, the clear water didn’t do much to cover his bare body. Sure enough, she was only gone long enough for him to get into the bath with fewer hang-ups. That, and to find a large plastic cup that was in one of her hands upon her return.

“Okay,” she smiled, “Let’s start with your hair.” After setting the cup down on the edge of the tub, she took a minute to fold up a towel for her knees before kneeling beside him. “Close your eyes for me, alright?” Vanessa filled the cup full of water and it quickly became evident that she planned on dumping it over his head. Elliott did as he was told, just barely managing to do so before his babysitter started pouring the water. 

And they were off.

Vanessa did her best to be efficient without rushing or being too rough with him, which resulted in her being a bit bossy along the way. Once his hair was ready, she lathered up her hands with shampoo and began running her fingers through his locks and massaging his scalp. Admittedly, it felt good, though it was difficult for Elliot to appreciate the sensations when he was way more embarrassed than relaxed.

She rinsed the shampoo out with another few pours of the cup, finally turning the water off halfway through the process now that it was at a good level. Next, she grabbed the bar of soap while Elliott was still squinting his eyes shut to avoid getting shampoo in them. “Keep them closed,” she gently said, “I’m going to wash your face now.”

“I can do that myself,” he mumbled, not realizing that insisting on his independence with the same phrase over and over made him sound more whiny and immature than anything else.

“Mm hmm,” she ‘agreed,’ with the slightest sarcastic lilt, “Right now, I want you to hush and pay attention to my process. Tomorrow, you can try all of this on your own. But it’s going to be a bath, not a shower. Now, are you going to keep talking back, or are you going to behave?”

Just like that, she had come up with a simple yet effective punishment. As for talking back, Elliott didn’t really have that option when her hands started rubbing soap all over his face. He just had to sit in the tub and quietly sulk. In less than half an hour, he had fallen so much further than yesterday in terms of Vanessa’s babysitting approach. He actually was wishing it was as simple as his screen time being limited and dealing with the embarrassment of an early bedtime. Those were both way more tame than literally being given a bath.

After his hair and his face, the next few steps were fairly simple. Vanessa took a washcloth and scrubbed down Elliott’s upper body, starting with his shoulders and his chest. Then she worked down one arm at a time, rounding out each one by having him lift for a very thorough armpit scrub. “This is part of why boys like you smell like, well, boy,” she explained, “You can’t just do a quick pass with some soap and assume the water will get the rest. It’s important to really wash underneath your arms, and around your privates. Don’t forget behind your ears, either, though that’s more for hygiene than smell. It’s just a spot boys miss sometimes!”

He just gave a small nod, still not able to look the pretty redhead in the eyes during this experience that was beyond patronizing.

Finally, it was time for the most daunting part. Vanessa shifted back, rinsing off her hands and the cloth in the water for a moment, then said, “Can you stand up for me?” 

Obviously, he could do so physically. The real challenge was willing himself to lose the partial cover his strategically angled thighs and the water had provided him so far.

Before he did so, Vanessa added on, “Oh. Just so you know, it’s my policy that bedwetters wear protection for 24 hours after an accident. You don’t mind wearing diapers, do you?”