Yeah Grace was wise to you the whole time

"Ugh, my boy, you realize I'll have to bathe you again now?" Grace sighs, eyeballing Johnny with a look of annoyance.

She frowns at him, pressing her lips together as she folds her arms and taps an irritated pointer finger against the front of her left forearm. Her eyes look down at Johnny with that disappointed homeroom teacher stare as she shifts her stance from one foot to another. The butler is so vexed that she's having difficulty keeping still.

"Huh, what do you mean by that?" Johnny asks with a strained, obviously ****, fake, causal smile.

He tries his very best to appear as if nothing is a miss. This task was made all the more difficult while fighting the urge to squirm around in bed as some of the cum on the covers started to soak into the back of his panties. The boy foolishly paying for not looking before he leaped when he dove back into bed.

"Don't play coy with me, Johnny; you should be thankful that I convinced lady Stella to leave temporarily; I'm certain you don't want her learning about your little... incident." Grace cocks her head to the side, a slight inflection in her voice as he says the word incident hinting at a small amount of amusement while her eyes trail down Johnny's body.

A self-assured undertone permeates the air as she awaits Johnny's response. Hinting further at what she is referring to by gazing at where Johnny's cock is under the blanket. Johnny follows her gaze to the point where Grace is looking, and his faux smile slowly fades from his face. Johnny goes beet red as he realizes he's been busted. His nails dig into his skin under the blanket to form white crescent shaps as his whole body is enveloped in that hot, prickly sensation of shame. The sensation of his mess seeping into the rear of his underwear was just the cherry on top of his humiliation.

“I-I-I.” Johnny stutters, unable to find any response besides burying his face into his hands.

Right now, he wishes he had never been born or that he would just die. He briefly entertained the idea of trying to throw himself through the window at the far end of the room to end his humiliation.

“Aaaaggghhhhhhhhh!!!!” Johnny exclaims as he pulls the bed blanket over his head to hide from Grace and releases a muffed guttural groan.

"Now, now, there's no need for such an outburst; I'm not about to think less of you for something out of your control," Grace tells him reassuringly as she walks over to sit beside him on the bed.

She softly places a comforting hand on Johnny's shoulder. Looking at him with an expression of understanding, she gently runs her thumb soothingly back and forth over his skin. Caressing the boy in a show of sympathy and trying to ease his clear sense of humiliation. However, the butler's attempt to be supportive and nonjudgmental only makes Johnny feel worse.

Getting the feeling that Grace is pitying him, her actions only increase his awkwardness. The boy prefering Grace not to make a big deal of this whole thing. Johnny is more in favor of Grace just leaving him alone and letting him stew in embarrassment for a while. Then, return after a few minutes and pretend this encounter didn't happen.

Grace doesn't pick up on this, though. She continued to try to alleviate Johnny's embarrassment with kind rubbing and words of assurances.

"You know it's perfectly natural to have those kinds of dreams and reactions, Johnny," Grace says softly, a sliver of matter-of-fact dominance detectable in her voice.

She hoped some stolid and authoritative words might help command Johnny's emotions into subsiding. She knew that men sometimes just needed to hear reality to calm down when their spirits got the better.

"In fact, I also had a rather... romantic dream too," Grace admits, hoping to draw some of the embarrassment Johnny feels onto herself to lighten his burden.

As she reminisces about her dream, she got lost in the memory. The hand she was rubbing Johnnys shoulder with started to move lower and lower down on his back. Johnny couldn't help but listen and realized why she had been groping him in her sleep. She had been snoozing about cuddling with a lover.

"So really, you don't have anything to be ashamed of, though some of the more Puritan believers would have you think otherwise. Having sexual dreams is perfectly natural for a boy of your age, with you being able to have in encounters with girls, and all that." Grace continues, harkening that Johnny looks to be at least eighteen or nineteen by her rough estimate.

Actually, though, she doesn't know for sure. Johnny lacked any ID when she and Stella brought him to the hospital.

"ahem I am correct in assuming you are of age, am I?" Grace asks, hoping the boy isn't underage; otherwise, she'll have to nip those affectionate glances and tender little exchanges Stella and him have been making in the butt.

"I'm eighteen.." Johnny mumbles into his hands, again eyeing that window as this conversation continues.

Grace breathes a sigh of relief hearing this. Glad that her lady hasn't fallen into the morally problematic predicament of falling for the charms of an underage boy. She's taken a stand with Stella through some trying times, but something like that is where Grace would have to bow out. With that uncomfortable reality no longer possible, Grace quickly turns her attention back to Johnny.

"Yes, I see you right at that age where true intimacy is available, so it isn't surprising that your subconscious would wonder about such things. After all, you are in your prime and should not feel pressured to pursue such things. In fact, it's good to focus on oneself before diving into that world; knowing oneself is key before knowing another. Knowing what makes you feel pleasure can help you make others feel pleasure, I always say, and furthermore, you have to keep in mind that- "

"C-can we please stop talking about this..." Cutting her off mid-sentence, Johnny finally interjects in the middle of Grace's rambling, her tirades having successfully made him want to curl up and fade from existence right now.

There's a second or two of awkward dead air; not liking the silence, Grace makes an off-the-cuff comment just to break the stillness in the room.

"Right, of course, I'm sure you don't need me to explain the details of puberty to you...do I?" Grace hesitates before she asks, realizing that, given the background, she believes Johnny has, he might not have gotten a proper education on such a crucial subject matter.

She wonders if the boy has an education at all. He can read and write well enough based on the texts he sent to Ashlyn, but he might have some gaps. Grace had an inkling that Johnny didn't have anyone around him who cared enough to ensure he was learning all he should. She may have to suggest a learning curriculum for the boy to Lady Stella. Grace herself would be teaching of course as she already has experience from when she was responsible for home schooling Stella.

Tedious work as it was some times it still is a very rewarding process. Helping some one learn, and grow in intellect there really isn’t any thing like it. To shape their mind, and be their guide through a world of knowledge, and information. Them always looking to you with sense of authority, and respect for you expertise. The pride one feels as you nurture them, and watch them grow. Going through the difficult, and challenging in order to improve themselves, and smash through their own limits. The way their faces light up they finally do. That senses of accomplishment they get when something that previously had confused them suddenly clicks in their mind. It is just such an amazing process...

Why, just thinking about having a student again fills Grace’s heart with an excited giddiness. Her mind already staring to race with thoughts of what kind of subject matter she should come up for Johnny to go over. Is he lacking in language, mathematics, oh perhaps he needs a touch up on his history!

“Umm I said have education in that sort of thing, uh Grace are you alright?” Johnny asks waving his good arm to get the attention of the ebony skinned butler who seemed to lost in thought.

His words seeming to pass right through her as she stares at him with a warm smile, and distant look in her eyes.

“Umm Grace?” Johnny cocks his head to the side as calls her name again, confused, by the sudden change in demeanor.

She appears to be daydreaming, and quite happily as well. Makes a Johnny wondering what she’s thinking about. The nearly estactic look on the usually very calm, and tempered, stands out on her face. The very existence of the wide grin, and those sparkling glazed over eyes seeming contrary to the very spirit of Grace’s natural demeanor of a prim, and proper butler.

Makes Johnny wonder about what kind of thoughts make a stolid women like her have such a sappy expression. Is she thinking about that romantic dream again? His train of thought pulling further from the station, Johnny then wonders what kind of man Grace would find a desirable partner. Surely some elegant, and high class man no doubt not some one like himself. Johnny then does a double take blinking a few times as he cocks his head to the side again.

Not like himself, where did a thought like that come from? An image from his erotic dream then flashes in his mind. The boys eyes then drift down to Grace’s body, again the person who had gave him so much pleasure comes to the for front of his consciousness. Wait is the Grace the one in his... The persons features start to sharpen in his head. The face beginning to reform from that memory to form the familiar visage of... Aaaaaaaaaa!!! Johnny shakes his head back and forth vigorously. He can’t be thinking about that right now! Not when he’s still in such a pathetic position right in front of Grace! God damn it what’s wrong with his brain!

Grace then snaps out her scholarly fantasies. Johnny’s voice finally reaching her brain to pull back to reality, even if she didn’t really hear what he had said. She blinks a few times, and shakes her head slightly to refocus herself just had Johnny just did.

“Right, right yes of course you do, anyways we should give you a bath again.” Grace clears her throat into a fist while straightening her posture into a more focused stance.

Johnny gives only a little nod as a reply his eyes flicking all over the room to keep his wandering gaze away from Grace’s body