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porcelain bathtub in the corner. Etta knew what was next, even before hearing Nanny Mae's shout for her to come and be washed. With reluctance, she climbed off the mattress and walked toward Nanny Mae, as slowly as possible.
    "Hands up. We have to take off that night gown," the nanny said.
    "I do not want you to watch me take a bath." Etta was not pleased with the arrangement. Why was this woman looking after her? Where was Philip? Though she would not have felt comfortable with him watching her bathe either, there was still something deep inside her that wanted him nearby.
    "Little girls do not take baths by themselves. Arms up!"
    Etta crossed her arms over her chest, making it difficult—though not impossible—for Nanny Mae to undress her easily. The nanny swatted her throbbing bottom, spanking her once, then twice. Long enough for Etta's arms to drop and cover her rear.
    In one swift motion, Nanny Mae lifted the gown up over Etta's head and arms, leaving her standing completely naked.
    Etta covered her intimate areas with her arms.
    "Do not be so prudish, child," the nanny said, tsking under her breath. She checked the water temperature. "It is still slightly warm. Why don't we get you prepared first, then bathe you after we are done?"
    "Prepared? After what?" Etta asked. What was this woman talking about?
    The nanny disappeared out of the room and came back moments later with a few towels, a straight razor, and a bar of shaving soap.
    Etta's heart skipped a beat. "What do you plan on doing with that?"
    "Littles do not have any hair on their pretty pink cunnies. Papa wants me to shave it all off. Will you be a good girl, or do I need to ask the other papas to come in and hold you down, child?"
    Etta slowly backed away from Nanny Mae. The thought of the nanny nicking her folds scared her more than anything else had so far that morning. "What if you cut me?"
    "I have not cut a little in four years—well, not unless they moved and fought me the entire time," the nanny said.
    Etta was not pleased with the situation. She glanced from the straight razor to the door. How far could she get? At the moment, she was naked, and the nightgown was far too inadequate to snatch and take with her if she ran. Besides, she had no money and no home. She did not even know where the chateau was located, and her uncle would not be pleased upon her return. The young woman felt trapped in a life she did not want.
    "I will not ask you again."
    Etta swallowed nervously. "I shall be a good girl." Her heart slammed against her chest, the beating of her heart echoing through her ears. Didn't Nanny Mae hear it too?
    "Come with me," Nanny Mae said, placing a towel on the mattress. "I want you to lie down at the edge of the bed and spread your legs."
    Etta made no attempt to move.
    The nanny swatted her bottom and Etta jumped, climbing atop the mattress, lying back on the fresh clean towel.
    "I said spread your legs." Nanny Mae guided Etta's thighs apart as she bent down and lathered the shaving soap all over her folds. "Vivian! Bring me a tub of warm water!" she commanded.
    The same young woman with dark black hair who had been filling the bathtub poked her head into the bedroom. "Yes, of course, Nanny Mae." She reappeared a few minutes later bringing a sloshing bowl of water to the room.
    Mae placed it on the bed and then glanced at Etta. "Be careful, little girl. You do not want to get burned."
    Etta did not say a word. She lay there, practically holding her breath as the nanny dipped the razor in the warm water before dragging it slowly down between her thighs over the long, coarse blonde hair. Mae rinsed the hair and soap away before making a second stroke, her finger spreading apart Etta's folds to better see what she was doing. With caution, she worked on the outer folds first before making sure all the fuzz was long gone from Etta's most intimate region.
    The young woman remained silent, afraid to move, fearful that Nanny Mae might just cut her