“NO!”

”I can shower myself, thank you very much!”

“I was not suggesting that I be the one to bathe you. However, I am not allowing you to retire without one.”

Anne tilted her chin up to glare at the woman, “I. Am not. Showering.”

“Very well, then,” long delicate fingers wrapped around the smaller woman’s wrist, pulling her arm away from her breasts. “If you will refuse to act mature, I shall ensure that you are clean myself.”

Ms. Cane began walking forwards, dragging Anne by the wrist behind her.

“STOP! This is illegal.”

“Whatever is illegal about it? Whenever you hired me, it was in the fine print about what I do when caring for my wards. It plainly states that I except everyone I care for to be fed, bathed, and clothed properly before bed.”

The blonde scowled, resenting this woman Chris had hired. _‘Top rated out of all on this site,’ he’d said. ‘Cares for all ages,’ he’d said. ‘Ensures proper care,’ he’d said. _Stupid proper babysitter.

Anne tried to break her arm free, but Ms. Cane’s grasp was like an iron manacle. She was helplessly dragged into her bathroom. The taller woman opened the glass door and pushed the smaller inside.

The nude woman shivered as cold water hit her skin. She backed away as far from the open door as possible, covering herself. Ms. Cane rolled up the sleeves on her black blouse, revealing long slender arms that were surprisingly, or frighteningly, toned. She reached across the stream of water dispensing a few pumps of shea butter & vanilla body wash onto a flannel.

Anne squeaked as she was yanked forward into the now warm water. The flannel was left to foam on the top of the shower door while long fingers began to traverse her hair. Her head was pulled out of the spray long enough for a handful of shampoo to be massaged into her golden locks, then she was back under, shutting her eyes tight as shampoo cascaded down her body. She was pulled out again, another handful, this time of conditioner, massaged into her scalp. Before the petite woman could think about opening her eyes, those delicate fingers had worked every part of her hair and she was back under the warm stream.

The flannel was on her now, rubbing circles over her face, neck, and behind her ears. It descended lower, scrubbing over her breasts, then down her arms and back. Her arms were lifted to scrub her armpits before the flannel was descending yet again. The soft fibers of the flannel scrubbed over her abdomen and even inside her belly button. Larger circles were made on her buttocks and down her legs. Ms. Cane had her balance with her back against the shower wall as both of her feet were cleaned.

The shower head was picked up and the soap cascaded down her body, foaming up the water that circled about the drain. Anne moved to get out of the shower, but was stopped with a hand between her breasts. The flannel had not finished yet. The towering woman bent Anne over slightly, hand on her upper back, while the other took the flannel between her cheeks. Anne gasped as she felt something poke inside of her for a moment, twisting, then pull back out. Ms. Cane set down the flannel, holding her fingers in the warm spray for a moment before reaching between Anne’s legs. Anne tried to cover herself, but her hands were batted away. Those hands ran from front to back over her vulva before Ms. Cane shut off the water.

Anne shivered as water dripped off her body, the cool air of the room brushing against her like arctic wind. She glared across the room at the dark woman who was washing her hands. How dare she touch her like that?!

Anne flinched as she was pulled out of her thoughts on what exactly she’d like to do to this woman when she was pulled off the stone floor and onto the mat. Her hair was pulled into a hair towel before her face was being patted dry. The towel went down her body, cleavage to feet before the babysitter folded it and patted Anne’s groin.

Both the towel and the flannel were placed in her hamper before Ms. Cane turned back to the blonde. “Go wait in your bedroom for me, I shall be right in.”

Anne stomped through the door and into her bedroom, no longer caring about her nudity. She cursed all the way there, trying to think about what on earth she was going to do for the next 2 days with that insane old bat sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.

Ms. Cane entered the room, one of her leather bags in hand. She carried it as though it were a purse. The woman placed the bag down on top of Anne’s comforter and took out what appeared to be a blanket. She unfolded the pink spread and laid it out on the bed. Then she reached into a side pocket and pulled out a bottle of baby powder and a powder puff. The intimidating woman patted the pink spread as though expecting Anne to lie upon it.

Anne tentatively laid down on it, crossing her arms as she looked up at the towering Ms. Cane. She watched as the older woman rummaged around her wardrobe for a moment before pulling something out and placing the items beside her leather bag.

The petite woman jumped as her arm was lifted so the powder puff could cover her armpit. She glared as the same happened on the other side. The puff was also patted under her boobs and on her feet. Anne watched as more powder was sprinkled on the puff, then immediately pulled her legs up when she saw where it was going.

“Anne, open your legs. This prevents chafing.”

“No! Get away from me, freak.”

“Anne, I will not ask you again. Open your legs.”

Anne crossed her legs, but that didn’t stop the larger woman from prying them open. She aimed a kick at her abdomen and was rewarded with a sharp, stinging smack to the inside of her thigh. Ms. Cane spread her legs and patted the powder into her inner thighs and genitals before putting it and the baby powder away.

The towering woman picked up something pink near her bag. Anne stared, trying to figure out what it was until it was being pulled up her legs. The audacity of this woman! Dressing her as though she was a child being babysat.

Anne scowled at her panties. She preferred to sleep naked most of the time, and even when she slept in her underwear, it was always lingerie, what she usually wore during the day. Anne aimed another kick at the tall woman as she began sliding a matching bra over her head, and this time, her foot hit its mark. Another, harsher slap met her thigh and the blonde stilled. She allowed Ms. Cane to finish dressing her in her hearted work-out underwear before attempting to stand.

The strong woman held her down, pulling a light pink floral nightgown over her head. Anne mentally vomited. She was sure she’d never met another 25 year old woman who had ever worn a long sleeved night gown to bed. The only reason the ugly thing was in the house was because that’s what Annie had decided her mother had needed for Christmas last year. She’d picked it out and even had helped Chris wrap it.

The towering woman looked Anne up and down for a moment. “Get up,” she barked.

Anne hastily scrambled to her feet and watched her companion fold up the strange blanket-like object. Once it was back in her bag, Ms. Cane gave her a pointed look. “I expect teeth to be brushed and this mess be folded before you go to bed,” she gestured to the unmade bed the petite blonde had just been lying on.

Anne gritted her teeth, “Fine, now get out of my room.”

The woman gave her an icy look, picked up her leather bag, and left. Anne slammed the door behind her. She muttered to herself as she scrubbed her teeth with her toothbrush, taking off the hair towel and throwing it across the room. It didn’t land in the hamper, but she didn’t care to pick it up. She debated on peeing before bed. That Baja Blast she’d drank early had run through her by now, but the old bat was on the other side of the wall. Anne didn’t want that creep to listen to her while she peed, so she turned off the bathroom light.

She did nothing more than throw her sheets and comforter into a somewhat made position before climbing into bed. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, finding it absent, she cursed herself for leaving it on the couch.