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When Kathryn Arrington is kidnapped from the streets of Victorian England, and forcefully taken against her will, all she can do is go along with what is required of her at the Academy of Submission, until she can plan her escape. Being dressed and treated as a little is tedious work.
When Mr. August Sanders visits the academy in search of a little bride, he sets his eyes on the alluring Miss Kathryn. Desiring her to be his little Kat, August declares he wishes to purchase her outright, for the intention of marriage. She hastily agrees so that she might leave with him. Perhaps she will find a better life away from the care of her strict nanny and the despicable Mr. Edwin.
What Kathryn hopes is a fresh start turns out to be a constant reminder of those she left behind at the academy. With the threat of harm to her family looming overhead, she must find it in herself to trust August.
Little Prim and Proper contains elements of age play, anal play, spanking, and graphic sex.
The night air grew cool and Kathryn Arrington pulled her cloak tighter, cinching it together with her hands as she walked towards home. At twenty-three, her parents grew tired of her lack of prospects for marriage, insisting she take the hand of the next man who asked for her to marry him. Arrangements of marriage came and went, with her three younger sisters. They had found no trouble when it came to accepting a proposal and giving their dowry to a fine gentleman.
Kathryn, however, had been unable to sit still long enough to catch the eye of a prospective suitor. Against her parents’ wishes, she traveled the rails with a few pence she had secretly earned gambling. It was not the most respected way to earn a living and as for being a woman, she had never looked the part of a lady when she gambled, always wearing a top hat to hide her dark curls and the trousers of her father, albeit a bit baggy. No one seemed to pay her any attention. Her parents learned to just be grateful when she returned home at night and decided it best not to ask questions on where she had been. Perhaps it was due to the fact she found most men repulsive that they did not worry themselves too sick on her whereabouts. She had no reason to soil her name or reputation so kept the drinking to a minimum and her skirt down at all times. Besides, she had found no man worthy of her charm.
Tonight she did not dress in her father’s clothes; it would have been highly inappropriate. Instead, she dressed as a lady, with a dark blue gown to her toes that bustled out from her hips. The cloak she wore was as dark as the night sky, a rich blue that looked black under the moonlight. She had spent the afternoon riding the train, seeing all of London, exploring every crevice of the city.
Her family lived in Stanton, just outside of Oxford. The ride would be too long by carriage, and her parents’ coachman never would have escorted her on the trips she took without merit. Although her parents had given up on disciplining their daughter, it did not mean they condoned her behavior either. She had learned early on, at sixteen, that if she wanted to see the world, then she would have to figure her own way to do so.
Gas lamps shone under the moon and she walked with haste, picking up her feet in the brass heels to hurry and catch the train. She had not paid attention to the hour, which meant she had missed the second to last train back home. If Kathryn did not run, then she would find herself alone for the night, outside. It would not be a pleasant experience for anyone, let alone a young unwed woman. The few pence she had in her pocket would not suffice for a night’s sleep under a roof.
Kathryn loved London. The busy nature of the city, the constant rush of people as she found herself lonely back at home. Her parents had grown tired of her presence under their care. Her sisters had been married between the ages of sixteen and eighteen. She half-wondered what was wrong with her. Had it been her desire to explore and chase after whatever caught her eye? Surely a man would be pleased with such a captivating young woman.
In the distance she heard the whistle of the train. “Christ!” she cursed under her breath, picking up the hem of her skirt as she high-tailed it in a very unladylike manner towards the train station. The distance between her and the engine was too far apart and even as her legs burned and she gasped for breath, she found herself unable to reach the station before the train departed London.
Now what was she to do? She found a seat on the bench at the station, watching as the train disappeared and the tracks now lay empty. Morning would not come for several hours and sleeping outside seemed barbaric. Kathryn sat alone, in the darkened station before retreating back towards the city. Her day had been spent shopping at the market, imagining the fine luxuries wrapped around her body. She had tried on dresses and jewels that she knew were far outside of her budget. Her parents may have been well off, but it did not mean they fed her money on a whim.
The gas lamp nearest the station flickered and fizzled out, basking the station in pure darkness. “What the blazes?” she said, standing and stumbling as her eyes had not yet adjusted to the newfound darkness.
From the opposite side of the platform, a dark figure basked in the shadows of night jumped the tracks. Kathryn could not tell if it was a man or an animal, the way it moved with stealthy precision. She stumbled away from the bench and back several feet before she felt a warm set of arms cover her mouth and grip her waist, pulling forcefully against her.
She tried to scream, to shout at him to get away from her, but the words could not find her lips, his thick palm forcing her to just remember to breathe as he covered her lips and nose. Kathryn kicked and flailed, the second man, further restraining her form. A needle pierced the skin of her neck, as the second man sedated her, forcing her body to go rigid and unable to fight back. Paralyzed, they carried Kathryn from the train to their carriage waiting just a few meters away. The drug they had injected her with made it impossible to fight back, but her mind had not been clouded or darkened. Fear swept through her insides, forcing her heart to race and her stomach to churn.
“Edwin will be thrilled with our recovery,” one of the men said.
It had been too dark to distinguish the one who had injected her with the syringe from the man who had attacked Kathryn from behind. Her mother had always warned her the city was not safe for a woman alone at night. Why had she not listened to her?
“Goodnight, little one,” the other man said, his voice rough and thick, as a second needle pierced her skin and forced her to lose consciousness.
* * * * *
Kathryn had no idea how much time had passed, except that when she had awoken the sun had been up and the moon had disappeared from the bright blue sky.
“Look who is awake,” a woman’s soft voice roused Kathryn from slumber.
As the blur from her eyes faded and she refocused her attention, wiggling her fingers and toes, remembering the abduction late at night by the train in London, her stomach tensed.
“Where am I?” Kathryn asked, demanding an answer. She sat up in bed and the room seemed to spin, making her face pale and her stomach churn. Gradually she moved to lie back down.
“You are at the Academy of Submission. I can assure you, little one, that you will be well cared for and no longer a ward of the streets.”
Kathryn did not fully understand what the woman spoke about. Had she lost her mind? “I am not a street urchin. My family lives in Stanton. I assure you that I come from a proper home and demand you return me to my parents at once!”
“We at the academy are your family now. I know it might take some getting used to, the idea of a nanny taking care of your every need, but it is for the best. You must be in your twenties; you surely cannot think a husband will desire you when you are thirty? I am sure you come from well-off parents, given the dress you wear, but I assure you that you cannot be making them proud, a girl alone, in London.” The woman with her long blonde hair pinned up in a braid, had blue eyes shining down warmly at Kathryn. Her dark gray dress flowed down to the floor and was quite simple, hardly elegant for a woman who seemed to take charge of Kathryn in a quite peculiar manner. The longer she studied the woman, Kathryn could see the wrinkles around her eyes and at the corner between her lips and nose that had formed over the years. Surely the woman was well past thirty. Was she here because she was unwed?
“I do not need a nanny,” Kathryn said. “I am not a child.”
“Of course, you are not. Do you have a name?” the blonde woman asked. She stepped from the bed and pulled the curtains further open to reveal three other small mattresses to the right of Kathryn’s bed. Was she expected to share a room with this woman?
Kathryn paused, unsure if sharing her name would be appropriate. “I could just call you little one if you would prefer to not give your name. Your papa will give you a name if you wish to be so young as to not speak.”
“I am Kathryn Arrington.” What was the woman talking about? Had she gone mad, locked up in this strange place for too many years? The walls were painted a pale pink with lace pink and white curtains that filtered the sunlight but did not hide it entirely from the room.
The bedroom was far larger than any Kathryn had ever seen, nearly three times her own room back home.
“Now was that so hard?” The blonde smiled and her blue eyes twinkled. “You may call me Nanny Leah. You may visit with your sisters later, in the playroom. They have all been good little ones today.”
Sisters? She was to share a room with three other girls? Her stomach flopped. Was it possible the woman knew who she was all along and had been part of a plot to kidnap Kathryn and her sisters? Her father was not excessively wealthy but he had come into money recently. She prayed that her younger siblings Lilian, Rose, and Julia were safe.
“Nanny Leah,” she said, trying out the woman’s name, though it sounded foreign on her tongue, to speak of a woman as a nanny when Kathryn had been old enough to marry. “Why was I taken?” Perhaps if the woman could elaborate on the abduction, she might better understand what they wanted from her. Was it her family’s money? The dowry she had locked away?
“You, little Kat, were chosen to become part of our esteemed program to unlock the potential that you have wasted thus far in your twenty-how many years is it?”
“I am twenty-three,” Kathryn said.
The blonde woman smiled and sat perched at the edge of the single occupant mattress. “Do you not wish to be married?” Nanny Leah asked.
“I do,” Kathryn said and glanced down at the pale pink and purple quilt that covered herself and the bed. “I have yet to meet a suitor who has taken to me. The gentlemen all flocked to my younger sisters.” It was not that Kathryn was flawed in her attributes, it had been instead that her sisters had been well-versed in flirting and drawing the attention of the gentlemen towards them. She had not been jealous or disappointed by it, each having saved her from marrying when she had no desire to settle down.
“You do not have to worry yourself of such trouble at the academy, little Kat. I insist we get you out of that gown and into a dress more appropriate for a little one.”
“I am not little,” Kathryn said. It had been many years since she had considered herself either little or young. She had well rounded curves and thick breasts that pressed against the confines of the gown. Her body did not know little.
Nanny Leah ignored her remark and walked to the closet that held an array of dresses, likely in multiple sizes. “You will share clothes with your sisters and your nanny is responsible for dressing you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Kathryn said and nodded. Her head turned towards the right, glancing over the three mattresses lined up with the head of the bed against the wall, same as hers. Each bed had a similar quilt and a stuffed animal nestled against the pillow. Beside Kathryn’s bed rested a bear. A tiger lay on the bed in the middle, and the one closest to the window held a monkey. She found it strange that a grown woman had to share her bedroom with girls who liked stuffed animals. Was she expected to watch over the children as Nanny Leah seemed to think she was doing for Kathryn?
Kathryn sat up again and found her head no longer felt heavy or cloudy. She shifted her legs to the side of the bed and let them dangle for several long seconds before feeling confident that she would not fall.
Nanny Leah gathered a pink gown with a white ruffled bib that accented the dress. It looked silly and quite ridiculous, even for a four-year-old to put on. Was she honestly expected to wear that gown? The dress she wore when taken off the street had been made of finer material and looked far more flattering.
“I do not wish to wear that,” Kathryn said, making it quite clear that she had no intention of cooperating. They had plucked her off the street, drugged her, and now decided to dress her in hideous clothes. What kind of academy was this? She did not even know what Nanny Leah meant by submission but it sounded dreadful. Why could she not leave? Surely her parents would be worried when she had not returned home. Had they posted flyers and spoken with neighbors, asking if they had seen Kathryn Arrington? They would not come for her. Not without an obvious ransom and a letter sent directly to her home. Her mother did not know she left for London and if she had, she still would not have known of the men who had taken her off the street, let alone where they were now.
“You, little Kat, do not have a choice. You will do as I tell you, as a good little listens to her nanny and papa. I suggest you learn quickly what a good little does, or you will find yourself subjected to discipline that will correct your behavior.”
Kathryn understood that this woman’s firm voice and tone meant she was giving her a warning, probably trying to keep her from receiving punishment, though what type she did not know, and was not sure she wished to experience either.
“On your feet and we are to remove that wretched gown.”
“I like this dress,” Kathryn said, her hands smoothing over the soft fabric. “What do you intend to do with it?”
“The seamstress will scrap what she can to make a new dress for a little. I suggest you stop asking questions and start taking orders.” Her hand sharply landed on Kathryn’s cushioned bottom, the gown protecting her posterior. “Out of the gown, now!”
The ties loosened from the side and Kathryn undid the ribbons, working the dark dress loose before she fully removed the material over her head. The moment the gown hit the floor she immediately raised her hands to her chest, intending to cover her plump breasts. She did not feel it appropriate to be seen naked in front of anyone, let alone another woman.
“Put your arms down,” Nanny Leah said, smacking Kathryn’s arms down to her sides. The grown woman bent down and leaned far too close to Kathryn for her own comfort as her hands worked the bloomers down the young woman’s hips.
Kathryn took a sharp intake of breath as the warm fingers of her nanny caressed her hips and down her thighs, sliding the cotton down to the floor before she stepped out from the clothes. She could not remember anyone helping her dress since she was a very young child.
“Separate your legs, little one,” Nanny Leah said.
“Excuse me?” Kathryn’s face grew red as the woman stared at her quim.
“I need to do a thorough examination both visual and physical to ascertain your health.”
“I do not wish for you to look at me, down there!” Kathryn slipped from Nanny Leah’s grasp and ran towards the corner of the room, her back to the woman, as she tried to shield herself from further embarrassment. It was not as though she had anywhere to run. The nearest door would likely lead outside of the room and even so, she wore only what she was born in. Kathryn could not face the humiliation, her cheeks burned and she felt a hard smack to her bottom that forced her to jump.
“If you wish for a punishment, corner time is especially useful with a plug in your bottom,” Nanny Leah said. “I would be happy to teach you how good and bad behavior is handled at the academy.”
“I do not wish to be at your stupid academy!” Kathryn shouted. Did she not realize that just yesterday Kathryn had been a free woman, wandering London for the enjoyment of seeing the city?
“What you desire and what you receive are not always the same, little one. I can assure you that your enjoyment at this facility will be indicative of how well you behave. It seems we are starting off with a mark on the first day.” Nanny Leah grabbed her charge by the waist and dragged her back towards the bed, just a few meters away. She pulled the girl across her lap, with little Kat’s bottom poised in the air as she let her hand come down to repeatedly spank the poor woman’s delicate creamy skin.
“Oww! Let me go. Have you gone mad?” Kathryn squealed, kicking and screaming as the woman did not lessen her grip in the slightest. For such a small and delicate looking woman, her hand continued to wallop little Kat’s backside, reddening every speck on her once porcelain bottom. The pain radiated and burned, forcing her cheeks to throb in the most humiliating way possible. She could not remember ever being spanked, even as a young child. Her parents had instilled discipline, usually with her nose in the corner, but she had rarely done anything to displease them so much. Her sisters had most of their attention captured and so Kathryn had gotten away with much she had done, blaming it on Julia, the next eldest.
“You will settle down and do as I tell you!” Nanny Leah swatted her rear, turning her bottom from pale to primrose and now a deepening red as she peppered each cheek with repetitive swats from the curve of little Kat’s back down over the plump roundness and to where her bottom reached for her to sit, just above her thighs.
Kathryn began to cry, the tears were not forced but came from the pain and sadness that enveloped her very existence. She did not wish to be at the stupid academy and certainly would not stick around if she had any opportunity to escape. It had not been fair, being abducted off the street at night and forced into a strange room that was fit for a child. Had that been what all this was about, making her little again?
She did not quite understand the situation and the throbbing of her bottom only seemed to make her quim pulse as a strange warmth flooded through her body. What was happening to her? She clenched her legs shut, wishing for her nanny not to discover the embarrassing wetness that began to seep between her thighs as her heart raced.
“You must apologize for your behavior.” Nanny Leah helped her charge stand back up and she waited, staring at the woman until Kat finally opened her mouth.
Her face was blotchy, her nose trickled, and her eyes burned from crying. She must have been an ugly sight to see. “I am sorry.”
“You are sorry, whom?”
“I am sorry, Nanny Leah.” Kathryn sniffled and rubbed at her nose to keep the snot from spilling onto her lips.
Nanny Leah stood and reached for a handkerchief, grabbing it from the dresser drawer. She pressed the white cotton cloth to little Kat’s nose. “Blow.”
Kathryn stared strangely at the woman taking care of her. Just moments earlier she was being spanked by her hands and now the nanny wished to look after her? Afraid she might discover herself pulled across her lap and smacked over her bottom again, she blew into the cloth and Nanny Leah wiped the snot from her charge’s face before placing the dirty rag into a nearby basket. “You will dress and do what you are told. Is that clear?”
The woman, this place, she needed to find her way out. She would play along to protect her bottom and then run when she had the opportunity. Hopefully it would come soon.
“Climb onto the mattress. It would be best if I did your examination before the other littles return from their bath.”
“There is more to the exam?” Had it not been terrible enough to have her quim glanced at by a strange woman, but now she wanted to do what, exactly?
“Yes, little one. I barely spent a second touching and looking at your quim. I must ensure that you are perfectly capable for your papa.”
“Perfectly capable of what?” little Kat asked.
Her nanny did not answer the question. She did not know if it was because of her behavior or the fact she chose not to.
“Do not make me tell you twice,” Nanny Leah said. “Get onto the bed, I want you on your back.”
Kathryn swallowed nervously and stalked towards the mattress, sitting down before scooting back, grimacing as her bottom stroked the quilt and burned her skin like hot molten lava grazing her cheeks. Gradually she shifted to lie back and her stomach flopped. What did this woman intend to do to her?
Nanny Leah stepped towards the bed, towering from above. “Separate your legs, little Kat. I cannot see anything with this light and you closed off like a virgin.”
The dark-haired girl frowned, Kat was a virgin. What was she talking about? The woman guided her legs further apart and into position as she bent her knees to rest her feet on the bed.
Nanny Leah climbed closer, gently guiding the young woman’s lips apart, doing a thorough visual examination.
Kathryn’s hands twitched with nerves as she rested her hands together, across her stomach. “Are you done?” Her cheeks felt as though they had been set aflame. The insides of her cunny burned and throbbed but Kat did not quite know why. She shifted, growing restless as the woman drew her finger across her pearl and leaned in, blowing softly over the skin as blood seemed to flow down, making her head feel rather foggy and confused. What was this woman doing to her?
“Do you submit to the full oral examination?” Nanny Leah asked.
“I do not know,” Kathryn said, unsure what that meant. Was she to speak and explain how she felt? The exam so far did not hurt, but it did make her cheeks warm and provided a strange sensation down in her cunny.
“I need a yes or no.”
“Yes,” Kat said, too afraid to tell the woman no. Would she put her over her knee and spank her again if she did not submit? The young woman’s eyes widened and she gasped at the realization of what the academy meant by its name. Oh dear, she did not think she had it in her to submit in such a way that was asked of its pupils.
“Good girl,” Nanny Leah whispered, dragging her tongue against the young dark-haired woman’s quim, sucking and tasting her juices as she further caused little Kat to grow restless. “Tell me what you are feeling.”
“Hot,” little Kat said, finding words difficult to form. Her hands moved to the quilt, clenching the bedspread in her hands, forgetting the humiliation of the older woman staring at her quim. That seemed pale in comparison to what seemed to be transpiring between them now.
“What else,” Nanny Leah asked. “Does it ache?”
Oh lord it did ache, terribly, and also throbbed with an intensity that burned but felt good. Unlike her bottom that hurt, this type of pulsating made her desire more, and she did not wish for it to stop.
Nanny Leah gradually removed her tongue before sliding two fingers inside of little Kat’s quim. “I must ensure your maidenhead is intact.” Her touch had been rough earlier but it did not seem like the same woman, with the way her fingers curled inside of Kathryn, making her insides swell and wetness seep from her folds.
“Oh,” Kat said, gasping as sweat beaded on her forehead. She did not think she could survive such torture and the words her nanny used, to describe what she was doing, as if it was entirely professional and meant nothing to her, it further made her quim throb.
“I am pleased, little Kat,” Nanny Leah said, waiting to withdraw her fingers, continuing to stroke and thrust her digits inside of her charge’s cunny.
Moaning, her neck arched back and she lifted her hips slightly from the mattress as she craved further contact.
“That is a good little one. Let go,” Nanny Leah whispered, her lips moved up towards Kat’s breast as she tasted and sucked on her nipple while continuing to thrust her digits in and out of her tight little quim.
Kat clenched her legs tight and closer together, forcing the woman’s hand at the perfect delectable spot as her thumb stroked over her clit and her fingers continued to push her right over the edge. With her nanny’s breath and lips on her breasts, she gasped, shuddering beneath the blonde, trembling as her body released the surge of heat, like a volcano erupting, that had been built up within her.
Slowly her nanny withdrew her body and took a step back. The blonde’s cheeks were red and her eyes dark as she licked her fingers clean before wiping the remnant of wetness onto her skirt. “I am pleased that you passed the examination, little Kat. We shall get you dressed so that you might meet your sisters.”
It took every ounce of energy for little Kat to sit up on the bed. No longer was she Kathryn, the woman she had been for twenty-three years. If Nanny Leah was to call her little Kat, then that was who she would be while under her care. She wanted to please her nanny and desired to feel her touch and experience her breath against her quim again, soon.
“Come, off the bed,” Nanny Leah said. The color had vanished from her face, the flushed look forever gone, as if it had not happened at all.
Little Kat slowly stood from the bed, her legs wobbly yet again but this time for an entirely different reason, a natural aphrodisiac. Her heart thumped quite loudly in her chest and she stood awkwardly while Nanny Leah retrieved the pink gown that she had intended to put her charge in.
“Arms above your head, my little Kat.”
Kat found the situation rather strange, she had been attracted entirely to men, but her nanny had stirred something that she could not explain. Did Nanny Leah perform the same examination on the girls who were deemed her sisters at the academy?
Little Kat lifted her hands above her head and allowed her nanny to guide her arms into the dress and then her head, pulling the hem down past her knee. Nanny Leah retrieved a fresh pair of cotton bloomers and guided the material once again up her thighs, covering her quim as her hands grazed the still sensitive region, her pearl swollen along with her lips as she tried to adjust to the feeling of cotton against her swollen skin.
“I shall gather your stockings and shoes. Then we will cut your hair.”
“My hair?” Kat’s voice hitched in her throat as she ran her hand over her dark luscious curls. She loved her long hair that trailed down her back. Did Nanny Leah not approve of how she wore it?
“Yes. Papa’s prefer their littles to have a style more suitable to one’s age. We have not chosen your true regression age just yet, but we will start with five and work our way back.”
“I do not wish to be five,” Kat said, her nose scrunching in disgust. She had worked too hard to become the young woman who she was, with grace and poise, although she had a bit of a habit for causing trouble. It was nothing that her nanny needed to know anything about.
“It is not your choice to make,” Nanny Leah said. “You will do as I tell you and if you do not like it, then your bottom will be reddened. If that is not punishment enough for my little Kat, then I am certain we can find another way to squash such audacious behavior.”