Paul and Penny Marshall lived in a huge six bedroom detached house in a village forty minutes by train into London.
Paul was twenty six years old and his wife Penny, twenty three.
Paul was self-employed and developed computer games as well as designing Apps for mobile phones. This had enabled the young couple to move into their expensive new home.
He was a typical geek. Skinny, five feet seven tall with short brown hair and glasses.
Penny worked three days a week at the village Primary school as a teacher's assistant. She too was slim, stood five six tall with perky breasts and a sexy round bottom. She had long blonde hair that fell down her back. Most of the male villagers and fathers that took their children to school had indecent thoughts about her but Penny was so naive she never even noticed.
The village they lived in was very quaint with one pub, a mini market and a church. A bus ran twice a day to the nearest largest town that had shops, pubs, restaurants and a railway station.
Paul had noticed though that little things weren't being done around the house. Dishes stacked by the sink, clothes not washed or ironed and dust on tables and other places. It was Penny's responsibility to maintain the house while Paul worked. Unfortunately Penny hated doing the housework.
After a great debate which consisted of Paul shouting and Penny sulking it was decided that they would apply for a housekeeper to come in for four hours a day to do the jobs Penny disliked so much.
They advertised at the local mini market and in the local newspaper, The Courier. They weren't expecting any applicants and were surprised when Paul received four hopeful emails.
They decided that they would interview all four applicants on the following Tuesday and Thursday when Penny wasn't at work.
To say they were dismayed at the quality of the candidates was an understatement.
The two that turned up on Tuesday just weren't what they had in mind. The first one was a Goth, dressed in black with a pale face and black eyeshadow, eye liner and lipstick. Paul said afterwards that she scared him.
The other girl was heavily tattooed and chewed gum throughout the interview then demanded a lift to and from work each day as she didn't live in the village and she never used public transport. So it was a no to her too.
By Thursday afternoon they were resigned to not filling the role. The girl that arrived in the morning just wanted to know if she got paid holidays, a pension and if she was paid when she was off sick!
Paul and Penny were sitting in their respective armchairs in the sitting room waiting for their three o'clock applicant to turn up when at two minutes to three the doorbell chimed.
Penny got up to answer the door and saw a tall lady in her early fifties dressed in a dark blue business suit standing there.
'Oh you must be Mrs Shaw, please do come in,' said Penny.
Ruth Shaw was an imposing figure of a woman. At fifty three years of age she stood at five feet ten in her stocking feet and was especially tall today as she was wearing three inch heels.
She had short grey hair, brown eyes with full lips painted a vivid red.
Penny led her to where Paul was sitting but he rose to his feet when Mrs Shaw walked into the room. They shook hands and Paul asked her to sit on the sofa. Before she sat down Penny asked if she could take her jacked.
Mrs Shaw thanked her and removed it deliberately slowly to reveal a white blouse that just about contained her extremely large chest.
As she sat down she leaned back on the sofa and crossed her legs.
Paul marvelled at the rasping sounds her nylons made.
Both Paul and Penny were captivated by the formidable older woman.
Paul started off the questioning and they were both pleasantly surprised by the answers they received.
Mrs Shaw told them that she was married to her husband Joe and that they had lived in the village all their lives. She was fifty three years old and in remarkable health.
She had initially been a nanny to Lord and Lady Sinclair and their three children from the Hall. When the children had grown up she became the housekeeper until Lord Sinclair died the previous year. She stayed on to look after the Dowager Lady Sinclair and help her move into one of the cottages on the estate when her elder son Charles, the present Lord Sinclair moved into the Hall with his wife and two children. They already had a nanny for the children and now she was out of work.
She said she didn't want to move away from the village especially as her fifty five year old husband still worked freelance for many of the farmers in the area.
Paul looked at Penny who gave him a slight but noticeable nod.
'If you can excuse Penny and I for a moment please?'
When they left the room all Penny said was, 'Yes.'
'OK,'' he agreed and they walked back into the sitting room.
'My wife and I are sure you are just the person we need.' he told Mrs Shaw.
The chatted about hours of work and rates of pay.
'Well Mrs Shaw we are very happy to have you!' Penny told her.
'If you don't mind I would prefer if you called me Nanny. I've been Nanny for so many years now even Joe calls me it. I will address you as Mr and Mrs Martial, initially, Is that agreeable?'
Both Paul and Penny said it was and they shook hands.
Mrs Shaw started work the following Monday.
She worked four hours a day, six days a week from about eleven in the morning to three in the afternoon. She always wore a tight skirt with various coloured silk or satin blouses that were also tight showing off her remarkable breasts. She often showed more cleavage on the days Penny was working which didn't go unnoticed by Paul. He was also fascinated by the seams running up her stockings and her three inch heels she always wore.
Whilst Paul ogled their housekeeper Penny struck up many a conversation with her. They often had a sherry together in the sitting room while Paul worked upstairs in his office with Penny probably telling Mrs Shaw a few more personal things that she should.
They talked about her work at the school then about Penny's school days. Penny hinted that in school she had 'experimented' with one of the older girls and even a teacher. Mrs Shaw smiled and said it was all part of growing up.
Days turned into weeks and all was running along smoothly. No dishes left unwashed, No dirty clothes or even clean ones that needed ironing. Mrs Shaw dusted and vacuumed the whole house and prided herself on its cleanliness.
Then something happened to change the equilibrium of the household.
Mrs Shaw was cleaning around Paul as he worked in his office.
He was struggling to break a problem with a new game he was developing.
He was working out equations with a pencil on a pad and just couldn't quite get the proper structure to his problem so he screwed up the page and tossed it towards his paper bin. Unfortunately he missed and the ball of paper rolled towards Mrs Shaw.
She looked at him angrily.
'Mr Marshall! I am here as your housekeeper and not your servant. I'm sorry I shall have to reconsider my employment immediately!'
She hoped she hadn't gone too far but when she saw the look of devastation on Paul's face she thought she may have gauged it just right.
'Oh no Nanny. Please don't. I'm really sorry.' Paul grovelled as he rushed to retrieve the offending object and deposit in the bin.
She walked over to the three seat black leather sofa that was along the wall of his office and sat down in the middle.
'Mr Marshall, come over her!'
Paul walked over to her nervously.
When he was in front of her Mrs Shaw reached out and started to unbuckle his belt.
'Wha..what are you doing Nanny?'
'I would be quiet if I were you. Your wife is downstairs and you wouldn't want her to hear you, would you?' she said as she dragged his zipper down.
She eased the trousers to his ankles then grasped the tops of his boxers and dragged them down to join them.
'Oh God,' Paul gasped.
She then pulled him over her lap and started to spank him.
Luckily Penny was watching her favourite soap and couldn't hear the slaps or his muffled cries.
Mrs Shaw could feel his cock getting hard as she rained more blows on his pale white arse turning it quite pink.
She then pulled him up so he was sitting on her knees facing away from her.
'You're going to be a good boy for Nanny from now on, aren't you?'
Paul was practically sobbing, his bottom stung and his cock bobbed up and down in front of him.
Mrs Shaw then reached around and took hold of his slim hard cock and began to wank him.
Paul moaned as he could feel Mrs Shaw's large breasts pressing into his back as her fist jacked his cock but he bit his lip to keep his wife from hearing his groans of pleasure.
Nanny masturbated the young man harder and she could feel him tense.
'That's it now, Cum for Nanny. Be a good boy and cum for Nanny!'
With a grunt Paul exploded and shot ropes of white cum over his wooden office floor.
Pushing him to the floor she ordered him to clean it up the mess then went downstairs to work in the kitchen.
Paul sat in his office and wondered what it had all been about. He hoped it would happen again.
Mrs Shaw went home and told her husband Joe what had happened.
'Good. When will you get to the girl?'
'Oh it won't be long until she slips up,' his wife replied.
A few days later Paul had to go into London to see a client and asked Penny if she would like to go along with him. She declined saying she would enjoy a day at home on her own for a change.
Penny was in the kitchen still in her short white sheer silk nightie when Mrs Shaw arrived.
'Morning Nanny, would you like a cup of coffee? I'm just about to have one.'
Mrs Shaw accepted and they sat at the kitchen table with their drinks.
Penny couldn't help staring at Mrs Shaw's huge breasts, her nipples pushing out through her tight blouse.
Unknown to her Mrs Shaw was also taking in the young woman's pert breasts as her nipples too were poking out of her nightwear.
'Right. I'm off for a nice long soak. See you later!'
'You certainly will,' thought Mrs Shaw.
Half an hour later Mrs Shaw walked upstairs and knocked on Penny's bedroom door.
'Come in,' said Penny dressed only in a towel whilst drying her hair.
'Do you mind if I clean the bathroom while you're in here?' asked Mrs Shaw.
'Go ahead,' said Penny distractedly.
Mrs Shaw walked into the bathroom and smiled to herself. There on the bathroom floor were two discarded towels.
She marched back into the bedroom and asked Penny to follow her.
'Yeah in a minute,' she said as she continued to dry her hair.
Mrs Shaw took her by the arm and dragged her into the bathroom.
Hey, what do you think you're doing?' cried Penny.
'Look! Look at the mess in here. I'm not your skivvy. I am the housekeeper and I keep house. I do not run around after you two picking things up. There is a laundry basket over there!'
She then grabbed the towel from around the younger woman's body and dragged it off eliciting a squeal from Penny.
'Come with me!'
