Sally came into the kitchen, sighing as she saw the toys left on the floor and breakfast dishes still soaking in the sink. Her nephews visited this weekend, going home this morning as their dad took them to school. She got distracted when they left, breakfast getting a bit burned, not enough for her or her husband to not eat, but enough that the pan and such needed extra work to clean.
Right now, Sally needed fresh coffee to get enough energy. In an hour and a half, a neighbor lady would be over at ten, Sally and Rose hitting some sales and lunch to discuss some of the community committees they shared. Since Rose was new to the neighborhood and a quiet, shy, introvert, Sally was hoping to get her to open a little.
Sally Evans was a thirty-seven-year-old housewife, semi-active in community events only to have a good reason to get out of the house a few times. She needed to join a gym and work out but wasn't motivated enough to do so. Her husband never commented on the bit of flab his wife carried around, but then he wasn't any kind of body builder either, so it worked for them. They were comfortable in their lifestyles.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, Sally wondering who was here as she opened the door to see a well-dressed woman on the doorstep.
"Ain't buying."
She started to close the door.
"I'm not selling, I'm here for the nanny interview."
Sally looked at the woman, early twenties, dressed in a nice cream blouse, a pleated blue skirt with a matching jacket, light blue stockings with blue four-inch heels. She carried a hard sided briefcase. Dressed more like she was interviewing for an executive position, instead of taking care of some young kids needing a firm hand.
"Come in." Sally invited her, aware she didn't even have kids, but no reason she couldn't have a bit of fun to start the day with a nanny who had the wrong address.
"I'm Jenna. The agency sent my paperwork already."
Sally leaned against the stove, arms crossed, as Jenna set her case on the counter while looking around. Sally had the impression Jenna was not impressed. Time for a bit of fun.
"Kids are rowdy, rude, and never listen. Can you handle that?"
"Absolutely, no problem. It just starts at the top."
"Top?"
"Yes, see in any house or business, the culture starts at the top. That sets the tone for everyone. In this case, your husband is off to work, and the kids are off to school, you have time, yet toys are still on the floor and the dishes are still to be washed."
"So?" Sally asked, a bit miffed.
"It means the children are not simply lazy or rude or don't listen. It means their role models show them how to be. If mom were to pay attention more, or be more attuned to a clean place, or not have an attitude, the children soon learn as well. It's amazing how simple it is to turn a house around when the parents set good examples."
Sally glared at Jenna, informing her how rude she was for a quick judgement. Jenna shrugged as she moved to stand a few feet from Sally, staring directly into Sally's eyes. She informed Sally she spoke from experience, that if mom had attitude issues, there was no reason to expect less of the offspring. She smiled as Sally dropped her eyes, no longer taking being stared at.
"You blinked, you have attitude, you are rude, and you need to show how to improve for them to improve. You do agree, don't you? That you need to improve?"
Sally felt her mouth go dry, she darted her eyes to the brown ones calmly staring at her and back to the floor. She knew she needed to toss the nanny out, to tell her she was at the wrong address, but all she could do was stare at the floor, her face getting red as her words failed to come out.
"I'm not sure I like your attitude." Jenna continued in a reasonable voice. "For all I know, even realizing you need improvement, you may not be capable of improving. What do you say? Are you capable of listening, to learning, to be respectful to others?"
Sally had difficulty swallowing, a need to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. Her body went from a shiver as if chilled, to warming, each word spoken by Jenna making her body seem to arouse a few degrees. Sally was lost as to what to do other than nod.
"You willing to learn to listen, to be respectful? I want a full and honest verbal reply, not some disrespectful nod." The voice still reasonable.
Sally tried glancing again, again lowering her eyes to stare at the blue high heels in her sight. Her body trembled a bit as her arousal was highly noticeable to her. She started nodding again, but stopped, trying to clear her voice to speak.
"Yes, I can learn to be respectful."
"You are too pitiful. That's what you call a full and honest reply? If you were a child, I'd spank your ass for that kind of flippant remark."
Sally never had an interest in that area before, but the words only fueled her arousal, her nipples now stiff enough to show through the bra and blouse Sally wore, her pussy feeling moist as her lips needed to be licked for moisture.
"I, I want to learn to be respectful."
"Still pathetic. Let's see if you can learn."
Jenna casually reached over to grab Sally's breasts, squeezing hard enough to yank them up, Sally going to tiptoe, her arms still at her side. Sally felt the pain of the squeeze, felt the humiliation of what this nanny was doing to Sally in Sally's own kitchen. She let out a moan, not sure if it was from pain or arousal.
"What is my name?"
"J,J, Jenna."
"If you were to be respectful to me, what would be my name?"
Sally darted her eyes around, her ears burning red, as she tried to think. She gasped as she felt more arousal.
"Miss! Miss Jenna?"
"That will do for now. Depending on if I return to train you more as to any changes for that. What am I doing right now?"
"Um, uh, squeezing my breasts?"
"What is my name?"
"Miss Jenna."
"Good, and what is Miss Jenna doing to you?"
The tongue flickered several times to get the lips wet. The dry mouth didn't allow it as the breasts were squeezed a bit more.
"Miss Jenna! Miss Jenna is squeezing my breasts."
"If they are being squeezed, are they really breasts? Or are they tits because everyone knows tits are squeezable and breasts are just sad."
