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  “Such a naughty little girl,” Nanny Jane said, the satisfaction in her voice belying her words. “Getting all excited because of a punishment. You’re a dirty, little girl, aren’t you, Amaya?”

  “No! I’m not! Stop touching me!” Amaya squirmed, and practically fell to the floor when Nanny Jane let her go, to her surprise. She’d been trying to get away for so long that she hadn’t actually expected the other woman to release her this time. Her cheeks were blushing hotly as she pulled her skirt down, squeezing her thighs together and trying to ignore the needy arousal that had built up while Nanny Jane had been touching her.

  The nanny chuckled, amused at Amaya’s mortification. Many of the men and women who went to Hebe struggled to let go of their adult independence and pride, despite their choice in planet. Amaya would have that, as well as the struggles of someone coming from Vericat; although she responded beautifully to the discipline, the sexual openness usual to Hebe was already shocking her.

  “Come on, Amaya,” Nanny Jane said, standing and holding out her hand for Amaya to take. “We have a few things to do before getting on the shuttle to Hebe.”

  The few things included curling Amaya’s hair into little ringlets, which she loved, and having her take a test to determine her scholarship, which she did not. It made it blatantly obvious that while she’d had an intensive education, it had all focused on business. And she knew nothing about Hebe’s laws, Hebe’s different governments, or cultures.

  Of course, Amaya didn’t know, as she was taking the test, that it would be used to form a curriculum for her daily lessons. She didn’t even know that she would have daily lessons. But she didn’t like to have her ignorance pushed in her face either. She ended up getting another spanking during the test from Nanny Jane when she shoved herself away from the console and declared that she wasn’t answering any more stupid questions.

  This time Nanny Jane didn’t hesitate to use the full force of her experienced hand, peppering Amaya’s bottom with twenty hard strikes that had her begging to be allowed to go back to working on the test before the spanking was halfway over. On her already sensitized bottom, the burning swats felt twice as strong, and this time she dripped tears onto the floor as she cried and kicked.

  When she was finally back upright, her burning bottom didn’t help her focus at all and she sniffled her way through the end of the test.

  It wasn’t until she was finally seated in the shuttle, with all the other women heading to Hebe, that some of her excitement finally returned. After all, mean Nanny Jane was going to be handing her over to her Daddy at the end of the the flight! No more nasty Nanny Jane, and Amaya was sure that her Daddy would be much easier to manage than the severe woman. After all, her Daddy would want sex from her, and Amaya knew she could use that to her advantage.

  Chapter 3

  When Amaya disembarked from the shuttle, Grant’s eyes went immediately to her. Although he’d admired several of the little girls being led from the door, none of them compared to his little girl.

  She looked absolutely darling in the pink dress that he’d had sent up for her, with matching pink boots on her feet, and an excited smile on her lips. Seeing the way her curves filled out the little girl dress, his cock jerked fully upright. Unlike the other women, who looked anxious or even scared, Amaya was looking around at the men and women in the waiting area with interest and a bit of confusion on her beautiful face.

  Nanny Jane had a firm grip on his little girl’s hand and was leading her right to him where he waited with Nanny Quinn. Quinn was married to Grant’s butler and had worked in Grant’s kitchen for a while, underneath his chef, but had expressed an interest early on in becoming a nanny once Grant took a little girl. While she was submissive to Warren, her husband, she had a dominant mothering side when it came to the other women in the household. Seeing that, Grant had been more than willing to have Quinn as his little girl’s nanny.

  As the pair came closer, and Amaya realized where they were headed, her eyes lit up. The confusion remained however, as her eyes traveled over his clothing, and he realized that must have been what had piqued her curiosity in the first place. Somehow Amaya didn’t know about Victoria, the continent that they were on.

  Although Hebe catered to those interested in having a ‘little’ as a partner, there were several different continents, all of which had chosen a different time period to live in. Victoria was based on an ancient Earth society and the culture on Victoria reflected that time period, as did much of the decor and the way the little boys and girls were treated. That time period had appealed to Grant because he liked the dress and the way the household was organized. There was a kind of class structure on Victoria, most of which revolved around dominance and submission, although of course finances were a part of it as well. However, there were some very rich person who chose to work on the lowest end of the class structure, enjoying their lowly position as it allowed everyone higher in the structure to take advantage of that position. Appearances could be extremely deceiving on Hebe.

  For instance, Warren and Quinn’s combined wealth was quite a bit higher than Grant’s - despite the fact that he was extremely well off. However, neither of them were interested in having a little, nor were they interested in the businesses that Hebe were involved in. Their money came from their families and their investments continued to grow, in addition to the income they received from Grant, but they worked for him because of the personal satisfaction they received from their positions within the household. Warren was an extremely dominant man and it suited him to run the entire household, doling out punishments as needed to the staff and ensuring a safe and happy working environment. He had very good people skills.

  Grant had taken the position of Lord within the household because of his position at the head of his company on Hebe. He worked hard at the company and entrusted Warren to run the household, and now he would entrust Quinn with Amaya during his work hours. Quinn was just as thrilled as he was that he was finally getting a little girl, and his wife’s happiness made Warren happy. In fact, the entire household was looking forward to having a little miss in the residence, knowing that it would make for a good bit of liveliness.

  The various manner of dress had obviously caught Amaya’s attention, especially Grant’s Victorian style; there was nothing else like it anywhere in the universe anymore. Hebe, and specifically the continent of Victoria, was the only place where men wore breeches, cravats and waistcoats, and women wore corsets, bustles and pantaloons. Grant looked forward to putting Amaya in a full outfit; he’d kept today’s outfit more in line with current fashion trends in the Allied Worlds so that she would not feel uncomfortable or out of place with the other women on the shuttle. There were very few people who dressed their little one in something specific to their continent on the first day - the Drammond continent in particular had some peculiar fashions for their littles. Upon returning home, however, the littles would be introduced to their new clothing.

  “Hello Mr. Stine,” Nanny Jane said, stopping in front of him. Amaya clung to the other woman’s hand rather sweetly, despite the fact that she was nearly the same height as the Nanny. Grant was still nearly a full head taller than her, so he hadn’t minded Amaya’s long, lean figure, although he knew quite a few of his brethren preferred a more petite height. “This is Amaya.”

  “Hello Amaya,” he said gently, the way he really would have to a child. Her eyes were enormous as she stared at him, making her look even more youthful than she was in reality. Grant approved. He held out his hand, palm up, hoping that she would take it without prompting. “I’m your new Papa.”

  Shyly, but with an eager glint in her dark eyes, Amaya reached out and placed her hand in his. Her fingers were slim as he wrapped his around them, and a surge of protective, possessive, fire flickered through him. Amaya was his… his to cherish, his to discipline, his to take care of in every way. She’d chosen to come to Hebe and place herself in someone else’ control, to give her life up to s
omeone else, and he was the lucky recipient.

  “Hello,” she said, one foot twisting on the ground as she looked up at him and then down at his big hand around hers. Grant grinned, realizing that, despite her eagerness to come to Hebe (going by the information in her file), she felt just as unsure of herself as any of the other new arrivals to the planet. After all, she had very little idea of what to expect.

  “This is your new nanny, Nanny Quinn,” he said, gesturing to Quinn. The buxom blonde nanny stepped forward, smiling at Amaya, who looked at her somewhat askance. When her eyes slid back to Nanny Jane, Grant realized why. His lips quirked. How unsurprising that Amaya had already come up against a nanny and lost. It was going to be an interested adjustment period, he was sure.

  “Hello Amaya, I’m very pleased to meet you,” Quinn said, giving Amaya a friendly smile.

  Seemingly encouraged - after all, Quinn was much warmer and friendlier than Nanny Jane from what Grant could see - Amaya smiled back at her. “Hello, um, Nanny Quinn.”

  “Quinn, please take Amaya to the carriage. I should only be a few minutes.” There was just a bit of paperwork to sign now that Amaya was officially in his care. Other planets might treat the incoming criminals as prisoners, on Hebe they were all about rehabilitation. Especially since Amaya wasn’t exactly a hardened case either, she seemed to very much want to be here.

  He savored the reluctance he felt in Amaya’s fingers before she let his hand go, his cock already rock hard as he thought about her introduction into his household. Grant couldn’t wait to get have her in his bed. More than that, though, he was quite looking forward to what would come before. His darling little Vericatan was definitely going to be in for some surprises when it came to the difference in life on her home planet and on Hebe.

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  “This way, Amaya,” Nanny Quinn said, taking Amaya’s hand and leading her away from Papa.

  Amaya went a bit reluctantly, looking over her shoulder at the man walking away. He was so much more handsome than she could have hoped for! Also strong, and not just physically. Her Papa had the kind of authority that oozed from his pores; it was actually rather intimidating. Amaya hadn’t expected someone who wanted a pretend little girl to be quite so… authoritative. But she’d been incredibly drawn to him.

  The nanny, she was less sure about. She hadn’t particularly liked Nanny Jane and Nanny Quinn seemed much warmer and kinder, but Amaya was already feeling unsure about how well feminine wiles would work on her Papa and she knew they wouldn’t work at all on the Nanny.

  “What’s a carriage?” she asked.

  “A mode of transportation,” Nanny Quinn said, smiling at her as if pleased with her curiosity. The pretty redheaded woman was dressed in a rather severe looking black dress with long sleeves and a high neck, the skirt went all the way down to the ground, and she wore a crisp white apron with large pockets over it. As they walked, Amaya saw several other women dressed similarly and she supposed that it must be some kind of Nanny uniform. At least they were easy to spot. “This is the continent of Victoria and we live in a manner similar to those who lived in ancient Victorian times back on Earth.” She gave a little laugh. “Although, of course, we’ve made some technological upgrades to the kind of life they led.”

  Not truly understanding, Amaya just nodded her head. She knew that Earth was the planet of origin, from before humanity achieved travel among the stars, but she’d never been all that interested in history and had no idea what time period was the Victorian or what life might have been like then.

  So far she liked her dress, was unsure about her Nanny, and was very attracted to her Papa. All in all, not a bad start, she thought cheerfully. It was hard to be anything but optimistically happy when she was finally on the planet she’d dreamed about for so long!

  Nanny Quin led her out the door into the open air, and Amaya’s jaw dropped. She’d never seen anything like the street before her! It didn’t look technologically advanced at all! Looking around, she was shocked to see the lack of tall buildings and aircraft. It didn’t look like there was any kind of flying transportation at all!

  The actual street wasn’t smooth, it was made out of a bunch of similarly cut rocks, and so was the pavement. There were big iron lamps, which should have looked ugly but were somehow kind of attractive in this setting, lining the street. The spaceport was on a hill and she could look down over what seemed to be a somewhat large clustering of buildings, but none of them were very tall and there was a great expanse of space all around the town.

  “Why is your spaceport in the middle of nowhere?” she asked, her brows coming together in confusion. That made no sense. Usually ports were right beside major population centers.

  Nanny Quinn laughed at her. “We’re not in the middle of nowhere, sweetie. That,” she said, pointing at the town at the bottom of the hill, “is the city of London, the capital of Victoria. Your Papa lives about an hour’s carriage ride from here, although he has a house in London as well, which we stay in for about four months out of the year.”

  “But… but it’s so small. Why does he live so far away? Where are all the people?” Amaya was starting to become agitated, just because this was so far outside of her experience that it made her nervous.

  “Come and get in the carriage and I’ll answer all your questions,” Nanny Quinn said, sounding amused, as she started to pull Amaya to the right. Looking where Nanny Quinn was headed, Amaya could see some large, box like vehicles with big wheels. They were all ornately decorated, with large pictures on their doors, and were quite beautiful, but also highly unusual. Why, there was no sign that these things had flying capabilities at all! In front of the strange contraption was an animal, attached by means of some poles and straps. Amaya gasped, trying to run forward and look some more, before she was yanked back by Nanny Quinn. It was a horse!

  “Ouch!”

  “Get in the carriage, now, Amaya,” Nanny Quinn said, her warm voice suddenly quite sharp.

  “But what is it? I want to see it!” Amaya pointed at the horse, which turned its big head to look back at her. She hadn’t ever seen an animal bigger than the small pets that were allowed in homes, although she’d heard of them and seen pictures. Her parents’ business had never sent her to the planets where they were actually used.

  “Amaya, you’ve already earned yourself a spanking. The more you dawdle, the higher the count you’ll receive.”

  Amaya’s jaw dropped. “But… but…”

  With ill-grace, she allowed Nanny Quinn to open the carriage door and pull her inside. She only got a quick glimpse of the lavish interior, which was decorated in a velvety red material, before she found herself over Nanny Quinn’s lap. Screeching, Amaya tried to shove herself back up, only to find that Nanny Quinn was quite a bit stronger than she looked.

  Her pretty pink dress was flipped up, leaving her bottom completely bare, and Amaya squealed in humiliated horror.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  The first blows to Amaya’s bottom were unforgiving, reawakening the nerve endings that Nanny Jane had punished earlier that day. While Amaya’s bottom had gone back to its usual color already, her tanned skin not taking markings too easily, it still remained sensitive. Amaya cried out, tears burning her eyes almost immediately in her shock at the situation, as well as the pain and embarrassment.

  “The next time I tell you to do something, you will obey me immediately, Amaya.”

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “I will! I will!” Amaya cried out as Nanny’s hand moved down to the spot where her bottom met her thighs. The particularly sensitive skin felt like it was on fire as Nanny Quinn mercilessly spanked the sit-spot. “I’m sorry! Please!”

  Passersby could easily hear the loud smacks of palm to flesh and Amaya’s cries and pleading. The ‘Bigs,’ as the adults in the relationship were called, smiled approvingly and told their ‘littles’ to learn from the example they were overhearing. All of the women, dressed in their new ou
tfits, already unsure of themselves since they were criminals and this place was their sentence, all nodded fervently, clinging to their new nannies’ hands. Of course, most of them had paid much more attention to the materials made available to them about Hebe while they’d been on board the ship, unlike Amaya.

  After about twenty swats to Amaya’s bottom, which had turned a dusky pink, Nanny Quinn finally stopped, rubbing her hand over Amaya’s sensitive skin and making the crying girl squirm.

  “Now Amaya,” Nanny Quinn said, squeezing the soft, hot flesh of Amaya’s chastened bottom. “Next time I tell you do something, what will you do?”

  “O-obey you immediately,” Amaya said, sniffling. There was just a hint of defiance in her voice though and Nanny Quinn couldn’t help but smile. She knew that Grant didn’t want a total pushover for his little girl, and it seemed that Amaya would deliver.

  Moving her hand down the curve of Amaya’s buttocks, Nanny Quinn pressed her fingers to Amaya’s sopping slit and smiled. “What a naughty girl, getting all hot and bothered over her spanking.”

  “No! I didn’t!” Amaya immediately started squirming again, her face a bright red as she realized that Nanny Quinn was right. “Don’t look at me there!”

  Another swat against her sensitive bottom made her stop kicking her legs.

  “You’re very wet,” Nanny Quinn said smugly, patting Amaya’s bottom and tipping her forward for a better look at Amaya’s aroused sex. “You’re going to make the perfect little girl for your Papa, since your body likes being punished.”

  The pronouncement made Amaya feel faint. “I do not!”

  “Your head might not, but your body does,” Nanny Quinn said matter-of-factly. “Your little pussy is so wet, I bet you’re just aching to be filled.” She waited, as if to see if Amaya would protest again.