Jeffrey's Adventures in Babysitting

Jeffrey's Adventures in Babysitting 7

By David

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Jeffrey’s Adventures in Babysitting
by David

Chapter Seven – Coming Clean

Thirteen year old Jeffrey Walton struck a comical if not tragic figure as he stood awkwardly before his audience. Eleven year old Anita Martin and her eight year old twin sisters, Rita and Tina, were giggling and pointing at the blushing boy, elated at his predicament and perhaps a little too mean-spirited at having been the cause of his misfortune. Of course, this is probably the most likely reaction you’d expect from a trio of mischievous girls who had tricked their babysitter into giving up his clothes and spending the afternoon in his birthday suit.

That’s right, Jeffrey was completely naked! There he was, an eighth grade teenaged boy, without pants and underwear and shirt and shoes; he didn’t even have on any socks! Except for the oversized horn-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, he was as bare as a newborn baby! And even worse, he was on display before three of the most precocious and scheming little brats he’d ever met in his entire life!

He was not having a good day. Not. At. All.

It all started the day Jeffrey’s mother hired him out as a babysitter to her close friend, Mrs. Judith Martin. It was common knowledge that the Martin girls were the scourge of the local babysitting industry, but still, Jeffrey had no idea what he was getting himself into. He was barely into his first week as a babysitter and already the little darlings managed to drive him half-crazy with their antics; not only that, but through conniving and trickery – and a lot of screaming and yelling! – they’d worn him down and stripped him completely naked not just once, but twice in two days. Those three seemingly adorable, cute-as-a-button youngsters proved themselves to be quite the menacing little bullies, rendering the unlucky lad to tears at their whim and causing him more grief than he’d ever endured in his young life.

The latest escapade involved Jeffrey drinking too much soda pop and getting locked out of all the bathrooms in the house. After being wrestled to exhaustion and enduring a tortuous tickling session, the besieged teenager was coerced into relieving himself in his pants and putting himself at the mercy of his juvenile captors. From there it was just a matter of a little more coercion and bullying before he was once again stark naked and regretting ever having heard the word “babysitter.”

At this particular moment Jeffrey was standing outside Mrs. Martin’s bathroom with his captors. He felt foolish in his bare skin, his soft, pale flesh tingling under the breeze of the air conditioning, his exposed bottom open to curious eyes and unwanted smacks and slaps, and his shrunken penis the subject of sidelong glances and withering whispers. His clothes were downstairs in the wash, but they could just as well be on the moon.

I still can’t believe this is happening to me, he thought in frustration. How do I always get in these stupid situations?

In contrast to Jeffrey’s nudity, all three Martin girls were ready for action in their cute little t-shirts and shorts and athletic footwear. The twins were, of course, dressed identically and had their bright red hair tied up in matching pigtails. With her tight top showing off her blossoming bosom and her shorts tugging snugly against her round bottom, Anita’s outfit was a bit more form-fitting and very attractive to the eye; or at least it might have been had Jeffrey not been so distracted by his unfortunate circumstances.

I hate when they do this to me, he mused ruefully. They’re always making me look so stupid!

The forlorn youth watched foolishly as the elder girl expertly popped the bathroom lock with a tiny screwdriver she’d gotten from her mother’s toolbox in the garage; she was apparently an expert of the craft, having pulled the same trick on our hero at least one time before. Within seconds she opened the door and nodded for the shamed lad to enter.

“Come along, Jeffrey-Poo,” the grinning sixth-grader said with a sneer. “It’s time for your bath!”

Nearly Jeffrey’s height, Anita Martin struck an intimidating presence as she grabbed the naked lad’s hands and pulled them away from his penis. She pressed her developing breasts upward toward his face and sassily swiveled her hips as she looked him in the eyes; she then dropped her gaze downward and laughed impishly.

“I’m sorry, Jeffrey, but you’re so funny with no clothes on! Your wiener just cracks me up with how it shrinks down to nothing! It’s so tiny, if I didn’t know better I’d have thought you were one of those dumb little boys that go to school with my sisters.”

Jeffrey sighed. He had nothing to say to that. Indeed, he felt like a little kid, being bullied and teased so much these past two days. He wondered what would happen if he just broke out in tears and started crying.

“Can we just get this over with?” he said with a sudden surge of strength. “I’m tired of you guys staring at me all the time.”

“That’s ‘cause we LOOOVE you, Jeffrey Walton!” the twins screamed with glee. “We wouldn’t look at you if we didn’t like you! And we just LOOOOOOVE LOVE LOVE YOU!!!”“

Jeffrey threw his head back and sighed. He hated when they used his full name, almost as much as he hated being naked in front of them!

“Ahhhh! That’s what I’m talking about! Just stop looking at me”

Anita laughed. “Come on, you big baby. Don’t be such a pouty puss! Besides, you still stink from pissing your pants!”

The next thing he knew, Jeffrey was being led through Mrs. Martin’s master bedroom into the luxurious master bath. This was not Jeffrey’s first time in that very same bathroom. Only twenty-four hours earlier his employer caught him hiding in the shower following a harrowing experience at the hands of her little angels. That had proven to be a most embarrassing and awkward experience, one that nearly traumatized our young hero. And now he stood staring at Mrs. Martin’s bathtub, wondering what was going to happen next.

This is so unreal, Jeffrey thought to himself. How do I get myself in these situations?

Putting his embarrassment on hold for an instant, Jeffrey had to admit the tub was rather interesting. He pushed his glasses up his nose and contemplated the sight before him. It was a huge tub, the old-fashioned kind he’d seen in the movies, being large and free-standing with metal claws supporting it off the marble tile floor. Like everything else in the room, it was pink, the coral colored enamel giving it an elegant, exotic luminosity, like something a beautiful lady in a movie would use.

Geez, this so weird, the trembling lad thought silently. Just think ... this is where Mrs. Martin gets naked ... and takes her baths. And in a couple of minutes ... I’m ... I’m gonna be in there, too.

Wow.

For an instant Jeffrey contemplated his employer, the incredibly gorgeous Mrs. Judith Martin, imagining what she might look like in her special bathtub. Being a typical adolescent boy, he pictured her breasts floating upward, like immense pointed-tipped blimps as her wide, fleshy bare bottom lowered into the water. A familiar tingling emanated from the tip of his penis and he quickly covered it with his hands ... just in case.

“Haha! Jeffrey’s bashful!” teased Rita. “What’s the matter, Jeffrey, don’t you like us looking at your ding-dong?”

The blushing boy bit his lip as the room filled with mocking girlish giggles.

“So? What do you expect? I told you, this is embarrassing enough without you guys staring at me all the time!”

“But we like looking at your big fat butt and your little ding-dong!” squeaked Tina. Both she and her sister danced around the naked lad singing at the top of their lungs:

“You’ve got a big fat butt and a little ding-dong!
You’re so fun and you’re funny, too!
You’ve got a big fat butt and a little ding-dong!
You’re so fun and you’re funny, too!”

Jeffrey stood numb and dumb as the girls got his bath ready. They scampered about like little elves, dumping all sorts of liquid soap and bath oils and who knew what into the churning water. He was eager to get his naked body under cover and out of view of so many eager, mocking eyes, so he didn’t waste any time trying to get in once Anita shut off the faucet.

The water was hot, not quite too hot, but almost. It took the nervous boy longer than he’d expected to ease into it, dipping one foot, then the other, and slowly lowering his body into the fragrant, slippery, steamy solution until he was up to his chin in bubbles. The three sisters looked on with glee, their hands clasped and their eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Haha! You’re so silly looking!” squealed Rita. “You look just like a big old baby taking a bubble bath!”

“Baby Jeffrey taking his bubble bath!” sang Tina. “Instead of babysitting us, we’re babysitting him, isn’t that right, ‘Nita!”

“That’s right! You’re babysitting big ol’ fat Baby Jeffrey!” proclaimed the eldest sister. “Look at how silly he is! He’s just a big ol’ fat baby!”

“Jeffrey’s a big fat baaay-beeee!” sang Rita and Tina as loud as possible. The noise reverberated throughout the entire two-story house.

“Jeffrey’s a big fat baaay-beeee!
Jeffrey’s a big fat baaay-beeee!
Jeffrey’s a big fat baaay-beeee!
Jeffrey’s a big fat baaay-beeee!”

Jeffrey sighed with frustration. His head hurt from all the singing and yelling. Adding to his discomfort, his glasses were fogged up, leaving him even more blind than he was without them. He took them off and put them on the little soap dish attached to the faucet and hose assembly. Almost instantly Anita grabbed them up and put them on her freckled face.

“Haha! I got Jeffrey’s glasses!” She wiped the lenses down with her wet soapy fingers and made a series of funny faces, triggering chuckles and giggling among her younger sisters. “Look at me! I’m Jeffrey Walton! I’m a big ol’ fat baby! I’m so dumb, I pee in my panties!”

The littler girls laughed and laughed while Jeffrey pouted.

“That’s not funny,” he muttered. “Not funny at all.”

“Oh yes it is, Baby Jeffrey!” screeched one of the twins. “It’s funny and you’re funny looking!”

“Jeffrey’s a big fat baaay-beeee!” the girls chanted once again.

“Jeffrey’s a big fat baaay-beeee!
Jeffrey’s a big fat baaay-beeee!
Jeffrey’s a big fat baaay-beeee!
Jeffrey’s a big fat baaay-beeee!”

The overwhelming cacophony filled the room, adding to the naked thirteen year old boy’s headache and making him feel even worse.

“Now you just stay in here until the washer is done with your clothes,” instructed Anita. She posed with her finger pressed against the borrowed eyeglasses like she was playing ‘school teacher.’ “The timer is set for about another twenty minutes or so. Maybe by then the stink will be gone and you’ll smell better.”

“Bye-bye, Stinky Jeffrey!” the twins sang in unison. “See you later!”

Jeffrey watched suspiciously as the girls left the room. He thought for certain they’d want to stay and irritate the crap out of him, but they were acting very mysterious and silly.

“Well, at least they’re gone,” he whispered to himself. “They were driving me crazy!”

After sitting quietly for several minutes, Jeffrey decided that it was probably safe to relax. Soaking in such a luxuriously large tub was actually kind of nice, with soap suds reaching up to his face and the penetrating heat draining the tension from his body, mind and spirit. The sweet-smelling bath oils gave the water the fragrance of a bouquet of flowers, plus they made everything feel so slippery and smooth, the tub, his body ... his hands and his arms and his legs ... and that very private area between his legs ....

“This feels really nice,” he whispered as he ran his fingertips up and down his thighs. He glanced at the closed door before gently caressing the tip of his penis; the small organ responded almost immediately, emerging from its hiding place like an eager pet seeking attention. He grasped the plump tip in his hand and gave it a careful stroke. Then another. It suddenly sprung to life, swelling to full length!

A shock of pleasure swept over the trembling boy’s body, causing him to melt with joy.

“Oh wow ... that feels really ... really nice ....”

As he continued rubbing his penis Jeffrey thought about Mrs. Martin again; he focused on how this was her bathtub and how she undoubtedly spent a lot of time in it ... completely naked, of course ... her entire body slippery with bath oils and smelling like a bouquet of flowers. He closed his eyes and imagined his mother’s friend sitting opposite him in the warm, oily water, her pontoon-shaped breasts hovering above the soap suds and her long, smooth legs tangled up with his own.

“Wow ... that would be ... amazing,” he said with a dreamy smile.

The drowsy teenager laid back in the tub until all but his face and the top of his head were hidden by the mountain of bubbles. He resumed masturbating, at the same time imagining Mrs. Martin leaning over him at that very instant. How awful would that be, for his mother’s friend to catch him jerking off? And yet, how exciting! After all, she did kind of encourage him to do that very thing the day before; why else did she put that lotion in his hand? Maybe ... maybe ... she might actually want to see him jack off ....

“Oh wow ... that would be so ... weird, but so ... wonderful,” he mumbled in a euphoric daze.

Jeffrey suddenly sat up and listened, just in case there was someone outside the bathroom door.

“Where are those stupid girls?” he muttered.

Satisfied for the moment that he was indeed alone, Jeffrey resumed his position, reclining back as far as he could while keeping his face above the mountain of soap bubbles. The image of Mrs. Martin returned to his thoughts and his breathing became heavy and fast as he stroked his erection. His excitement was intensified with the knowledge that he was masturbating in the very tub that this gorgeous woman used daily in real life, not in some silly fantasy. Knowing that his naked body was seated exactly where a grown female’s naked body was only a few hours before, well, that was enough to trigger an orgasm so powerful, so breathtaking, that the poor boy forgot himself! The next thing he knew, his head was underwater and he thought he was about to drown!

“Oh gosh! ... *gasp!* ... Oh gosh!” he sobbed with excruciating delight. He felt his ejaculation spewing like crazy under the soap bubbles, even as he struggled to breathe. “Ohhh ... my ... *gasp!* ... oh my gosh!!!”

Jeffrey felt foolish as he fought his way to the surface. The tub was so smooth and the bath oil made everything so slippery, he had trouble sitting upright; he kept flailing about, his entire body sliding under the water, and more than once he came up sputtering and gasping for air. He had to laugh at himself; he felt like a little child, pampered and spoiled and playing happily in that giant, pink bathtub without a care in the world.

“Wow ... *gasp!* ... that was great,” he whispered happily as he caught his breath. “I wish ... *gasp!* ... we had a bathroom like this ....”

A staggering afterglow left our young hero weak and shaking in ecstasy, and he found himself dizzy and dazed, as if he was drunk with erotic bliss. Usually when he masturbated he felt guilty and dirty afterward, but this time ... well, this time everything felt different. He felt like he was emerging from some weirdly exciting dream.

Maybe he needed to take more baths ....

“Yeah ... that’s what I’m gonna do from now on,” he whispered happily as he floated about in that huge enamel tub. “This is pretty nice. My mom has some of these soaps and things that Mrs. Martin uses when she takes her baths ... I wonder if she’d notice ....”

The wistful lad’s reverie was suddenly interrupted when the bathroom door burst open and a parade of giggling, laughing girls marched into the room. Jeffrey sank into the water, allowing the pile of soap bubbles to reach up to his nose.

“Here ya go, Baby Jeffrey!” one of the twins yelled at the top of her lungs. “We didn’t want you to get bored while you’re waiting for your pissy old clothes to come out of the washer!”

“Yeah, we brought you some little buddies to keep you company,” the other twin shouted. “You can’t have fun in the bath if you don’t have any of your friends with you!”

Jeffrey could not believe his eye! Each of the sisters clutched a pile of childish toys in their hands, assorted rubber duckies, colorful balls, baby rattles and pacifiers and plastic baby dolls of all shapes and sizes. There was even a handful of naked Barbie dolls, which seemed really strange to him. He watched with no little annoyance as the girls dumped the babyish baubles into the tub. Some of them floated while others sank to the bottom, making his accommodations most uncomfortable. He snatched a Barbie from in between his legs where the sharp pointed plastic feet nearly impaled his ballsack.

“Gee thanks,” he muttered, tossing the ridiculous doll onto the bathroom floor. “That’s not really necessary, you know. You really shouldn’t have.”

Still wearing Jeffrey’s oversized horn-rimmed glasses, Anita picked up the discarded Barbie and threw it back at him.

“Nuh-uh-uh! Don’t be making messes, Baby Jeffrey.” She crossed her arms across her chest and looked at him with the air of a disapproving adult. “We just want to make sure you’re having a good time. You looked like you were all cranky and stuff, so we thought you might want some little friends to keep you company!”

Jeffrey looked down at the dolls surrounding him and he sighed. “Yeah, this is just great. I always wanted to play with a stupid Barbie.”

A burst of giggles filled the bathroom. The twins whispered excitedly to each other, their freckled faces alight with delight.

“You better not say that unless you mean it,” Anita advised with real seriousness in her voice. “You might find yourself in a tub filled with Barbies if you’re not careful.”

Rita and Tina shot the flustered boy a pair of eager smiles. For an instant he thought they were about to run off and fetch their entire toybox of dolls.

“Um, I’m good for now,” he insisted. He felt more than a little foolish as he picked up a suds-covered Barbie and waved it like a white flag of surrender. “Seriously, no more toys, okay? I just want to be left alone please. I don’t wanna do anything but be left alone until it’s time to get my clothes.”

Well, that was the wrong thing to say, for sure. As soon as the girls heard Jeffrey say he wanted to be left alone, they did just the opposite, bombarding him with attention, reaching into the tub and splashing bathwater in his face and just making general pests of themselves. Rita and Tina plucked the little bath toys from the water and tossed them at him like it was a game, forcing him to either catch them or block them to keep from getting hit in the face.

“Jeffrey plays with daw-awlllsss!” the twins sang at the top of their lungs. “Jeffrey plays with daw-awlllsss!”

“Jeffrey plays with daw-awlllsss!
Jeffrey plays with daw-awlllsss!
Jeffrey plays with daw-awlllsss!
Jeffrey plays with daw-awlllsss!”

Anita was more daring, reaching in and grabbing Jeffrey’s foot and pulling him under the water; the slippery tub made it all but impossible to fight back and the naked lad ended up spurting and gasping and struggling with all his might to simply breath.

“Dang it, Anita ... *gasp!* ... stop it!” he complained furiously. “Leave me ... *gasp!* alone ... *gasp!* ... dammit! This ... *gasp!* ... isn’t ... *choke!* ... funny!”

“Oh, it’s funny, all right,” the mischievous eleven year old said with a grin. “It’s fun and funny! You’re so easy to make mad. This is waaaaay better than picking on those littler boys Evie used to babysit!”

“That’s for sure!” Rita-Tina squealed happily. “Big Fat Baby Jeffrey is easy to make mad. All you gotta do is tickle his toes and make him play with Barbie. He’s just a big ol’ crybaby!”

Jeffrey so wanted to do something, anything, to shut up those stupid girls and make them stop bothering him. But he was at such a disadvantage, trapped in that huge slippery tub, naked and unable to keep his balance. Between being bombarded by childish dolls and toys and little hands grabbing his feet and pulling him under the water’s surface, he was practically helpless. Spitting and sputtering soap bubbles out his nose and mouth, he tried to fight back, but everything was so slippery, he didn’t have a chance. And needless to say, being naked was not exactly helping his fighting technique or his morale.

“Leave me ... *choke!* ... alone!” he cried in vain. “Go away and ... *gasp!* ... stop bothering ... *gasp!* ... me! ... *gasp!* ... This isn’t ... *choke!* ... funny!”

The exhausted teenager glanced up to see Anita staring right at him. She raised an eyebrow and burst out with laughter.

“Geez, Jeffrey, you really are a crybaby! Not only do you look like one, but you act like one, too. If all it takes is for a couple of little girls to tease you, you might wanna just go ahead and go back to the first grade where you belong!”

“Yeah! Jeffrey ought to go back to first grade!” Rita screamed. “We’re more mature than he is!”

“Haha! Jeffrey’s a little baby!” Tina sang. “A little first grade six year old baby!”

“And he plays with dolls, too,” Anita said, bopping him on the top of the head with one of the naked Barbies.

“Jeffrey plays with daw-awlllsss!
Jeffrey plays with daw-awlllsss!
Jeffrey plays with daw-awlllsss!
Jeffrey plays with daw-awlllsss!”

This madness went on for some time, until the suds dissipated and the water cooled down. The girls were soaked from playing in the water, but they didn’t care; as long as they could aggravate and irritate their babysitter, they were happy to oblige. By the time their energy ran down, poor Jeffrey was nearly in tears.

“Go on, get out of here!” he screamed at the devilish triumvirate. “Get out of here and leave me alone! GET OUT OF HERE!!!”

“Okay, we’re leaving, but not because you told us to,” Anita said with a laugh. “It’s almost time for our mom to come home, so you better have a good explanation as to why you’re naked in her bathroom again!”

Jeffrey froze. It was what? Time for what? Not that ... not again.

Oh geez, I am so screwed, he thought to himself.

“GET OUT OF HERE!” he screamed again and again. “Get out! Get out! GET! OUT! OF! HERE!”

“Be careful, Baby Jeffrey!” Anita said as she herded her sisters toward the door. “We’ll get in trouble if you drown.”

“Yeah, be careful Baby Jeffrey!” the twins echoed. “We had fun, so don’t be mad, be glad!”

Jeffrey stared at the door after they were gone. This was just plain freaking crazy! How in the world did all of this craziness happen to him? What had he ever done to deserve any of it? Was he losing his mind?

“This can’t be happening,” the flustered teenager said aloud. “This ... this is just ... I don’t know ... a nightmare!”

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Bewildered and exhausted, Jeffrey sat in the warm, oily water, wondering what he should do next. He wasn’t at all sure if Anita was telling the truth or if she was just teasing him again. Was it really time for Mrs. Martin to come home? He had no idea what time it was or how long he’d been in the tub, much less how long it had been since he lost his clothes.

The weary boy looked down at himself and bit his lip. His plump, pale body looked so weird in the pink tub, almost girlish, in fact. His soft, shrunken penis had withdrawn once again in between his thighs, having expended his passions only a few minutes before. The youth cringed as he realized he’d spurted his semen in the tub and he was now sitting in a mixture of his own spunk and Mrs. Martin’s bath oils. The soap suds were beginning to diminish and, sure enough, there were pearlescent streams of ejaculate floating here and there, along with numerous little white clumps of semen just drifting about.

“EW! I can’t believe this,” he muttered in disgust. “Why does that have to be so nasty? Why couldn’t it just be ... I dunno ... not even there?”

Jeffrey thought for a moment about getting out of the tub and finding something to wear so he could go downstairs and get his clothes. But when he looked around, all he could see were a couple of the same miniscule hand towels that proved so useless the day before. He then thought, well, maybe there were larger towels or maybe even something in Mrs. Martin’s bedroom that he could wear. Surely she had a pair of shorts or maybe some jeans that he could borrow. If only he could find something, then he could go downstairs and ....

It was about that time that someone knocked at the door. Before Jeffrey could answer, a woman’s voice called out and Mrs. Martin stepped into the bathroom.

“Helloooo? Jeffrey? Are you decent, honey? I thought I better check on you.”

Jeffrey so wanted to disappear into the water, but the tub just wasn’t big enough. For an instant he thought about that movie where the scientists shrunk down small enough to ride a tiny submarine inside a human body. He clenched his eyes shut and prayed he could do that, but he knew his wish was in vain; his fate, indeed, was standing before him.

He had to open his eyes, of course. He couldn’t just sit there and let his mother’s good friend just stand there and stare at him all afternoon. Well, he could, but that would be just plain stupid. He knew that the sooner he got this over with, the better off he’d be. Or so he hoped.

Jeffrey took a breath, opened his eyes, and looked up at his smiling employer. Just as he expected, she was standing over him, her face alight with mischief and a crooked smile curling her bright red lips. Even without his glasses he could see that she was amused to see him in such distressing circumstances.

“So, here we are again, hmmm, Jeffrey?” the pretty woman said. “Two days in a row I find you in my house with no clothes on. Yesterday I caught you taking a shower and now it’s a bubble bath? My, oh my ... I’m almost afraid to wonder what kind of mischief you’ll get into tomorrow.”

Jeffrey watched with horror as Mrs. Martin reached down and picked up one of the Barbies. She considered it for an instant and then lightly tapped him on the head with it.

“Taking a bath with my daughters’ dollies? Really? Aren’t you a bit old to be playing with little girls’ fashion dolls?”

“I wasn’t playing ... um, I didn’t ....” The red-faced lad labored to find the words. “The girls, they ... they put them ... in here ... with me.”

The pretty lady laughed. “So you’re telling me that my daughters made you play with their Barbies? Really? They MADE you play with their dolls?”

Jeffrey bit his lip and nodded. He couldn’t think of any other way to explain it.

“Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey,” she sang skeptically as she studied the naked doll in her hand. “What in the world are we going to do with you?”

In contrast to the naked boy sitting in the tub before her, Judith Martin presented a powerful image. Her bright red hair was up, pinned tightly atop her head, making her look even taller than ever. The outfit she wore added to her audaciousness, red slacks with a white silk blouse and a short dark red leather jacket. The jacket was designed to be worn open in the front, which emphasized the ample breasts straining against the delicate white top; despite his awkward plight and impaired vision, Jeffrey could see her brassiere printing through the thin material.

“Soooo ... I heard you had a little accident,” the smiling woman said with a curious lilt to her voice. “You want to tell me what happened?”

“Um, well ... it’s ... it’s kinda ... embarrassing,” Jeffrey managed to croak. He had to force himself to not stare at the marvelous bosom before him; despite missing his glasses, he had a remarkable view and it was a struggle to not be too obvious. “I ... I guess I ... um ... I d-d-did have an ... an accident, I mean.”

“In your pants?” Mrs. Martin’s mischievous, almost cruel smile was in contrast to her warm, understanding words. “Oh, how embarrassing that must have been for you!”

The blushing boy felt his eyes water up and burn. It seemed as if everything he said just made his predicament so much worse. He wondered just how low things would go before he got out of this crazy house.

“You poor, poor thing” the pretty lady said with mock sincerity. “So, you shit yourself, hmmm? Things like that happen to the best of us. It’s a good thing it happened here. I mean, it would have been just awful, wearing old stinky drawers while you were at school. At least here you were able to get your nasty old undies in the laundry and get yourself cleaned up.”

Jeffrey blinked. Did he hear that right? Did Mrs. Martin actually say that? Did she think he ... that he ... pooped himself?

There was a slight sound, almost like a giggle. “Are you feeling better now, Jeffrey? Hmm? Do I need to call the doctor? Or perhaps ... your mother?”

“Um, no ma’am, I don’t ... need ... the doctor.” The seething lad gritted his teeth. This was just awful! His employer actually thought he’d pooped himself, just like a little baby! He had to tell the truth, even if it was embarrassing. He didn’t want her to think he was a complete idiot!

“Mrs. Martin, I don’t know what the girls told you, but ... but I d-didn’t m-mess my ... myself. Not that way, I mean! I promise, I did not poop myself!”

“Oh? Is that a fact? I was told you shit your drawers. Are you saying my girls are liars?”

The bewildered boy felt his stomach ache something fierce. That was twice Mrs. Martin said the word “shit” in front of him. This was shocking to him and it had him worried that things were not going to get better any time soon.

“No ... n-n-no m-ma’am. I ... I-I-I wouldn’t s-say exactly th-that. I ... I’m just trying to explain I ... I ... didn’t ... poop ... in my p-pants.”

Jeffrey’s employer made an elegant show of seating herself on the toilet lid; she crossed one leg over the other and leaned in close to the anxious lad, so close he could smell her perfume. She then looked him right in the eye and smiled.

“Let me get this straight ... so you did NOT shit yourself? That’s your story? Well, that’s what the girls told me. And while my girls are a little wild sometimes, they are NOT in the habit of lying to their mother. Do I make myself clear?”

Poor Jeffery! He was so afraid of contradicting his hostess he thought he might actually poop himself right then and there, in Mrs. Martin’s bathtub with her looking right at him!

“No ... n-no m-ma’am. I ... I-I-I mean, yes m-ma’am.”

Judith Martin looled rather pleased with herself. She leaned back on the toilet seat and smiled.

“Soooo, Jeffrey, what happened then? Why are YOUR clothes in MY washing machine?”

Jeffrey squirmed awkwardly under the pretty woman’s attention. He felt like a little child, sitting in the tub, surrounded by a collection of silly bath toys and dolls.

“It’s ... it’s kinda ... funny. I didn’t exactly mess myself. But ... well, I ... I ... I did make a mess, though.”

Mrs. Martin’s eyes lowered into snake-like slits and her mouth curled up on one side. “Okaaaaay ... do you want to tell me what kind of mess you made, then?”

The anxious youth bit his lips. “Well, I ... had to pee, you see ... and the girls locked the bathroom doors and ... well, and ... I really had to go. You know what I mean? I promise, I tried to hold it, but I really had to go!”

The blushing boy squinted. Even without his glasses he could see his employer’s eyes light up with pleasure. He also noticed that her lips were pulled back in a wolfish, hungry smile that showed off her perfectly white teeth. He blanched as he realized that was the very same smile he’d seen on her daughters’ faces on many occasions.

“So ... you had to pee, hmm? And judging from all the drama, I guess you didn’t make it?” The pretty woman smiled, baring her bright white teeth. “I bet that was just awful for you.”

“It was just awful.” Jeffrey nodded. There was something about his employer’s manner than made him feel as if she was enjoying his shame. “B-B-But ... it ... it wasn’t my fault, honest, Mrs. Martin! Anita, she’s got some sort of key or screwdriver or something ... she locks the bathrooms and unlocks them ... and ... and ....”

“BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAWWW! *snort!* BWAAAHAHAHAAAAAWWW! *snort!*”

Jeffrey felt sick to his stomach as Mrs. Martin burst out in the most raucous, rude and crude laughter you can imagine! She did that the day before and it nearly freaked him out! It was so weird, how such a gorgeous, sophisticated adult woman would have a laugh like that; she sounded just like a braying donkey in cartoon, her laughter was so brash and vulgar. Being the target of such contemptuous derision was shocking to the naked boy, to say the very least.

“My little ... *snort!* ... girl ... *snort!* ... locked YOU out ... *snort!* ... of the bathroom? *snort!* BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAWW! *snort!* HAAAHAHAHAAAAAWWW! *snoooorrrrt!*”

“Please, Mrs. Martin ... don’t laugh at me ... it ... it’s not ... funny ....”

“BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAW! *snort!* *snort!* HAHAHAHAAAWWW! *snoooorrrrt!*”

It took a couple of moments for the elegant lady to compose herself. Jeffrey felt just awful as she cast a leering look right at him. She then plucked a tissue from a pink plastic box on the vanity and dabbed at her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Jeffrey,” she said with a not-so-sorry smile. “You’re so right. It isn’t funny. Well, maybe just a little bit.”

“BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAWWW!”

Jeffrey frowned as his employer continued to laugh. He wanted to be mad, but he was too bewildered by his situation to work up the courage.

“Okay, sorry about that.” Mrs. Martin pursed her lips, brushed her red locks back from her eyes and suddenly put on a somewhat serious face. “Oh, you poor thing! So when Anita locked you out of the ... *giggle!* ... bathroom, you actually WET your pants? You are telling me that my little eleven year old daughter made you, a full-grown teenaged boy, piss yourself?”

The shamed youngster lowered his eyes and nodded. Hearing an otherwise elegant lady like Mrs. Martin say things like “piss” and “shit” wasn’t good. And that awful laugh, like a drunken truck driver ... how weird was that?! Jeffrey felt like a little child under the gaze of this strange woman, naked and helpless and with no way to escape her questions or her lecherous leer.

This was not going well for him. Not at all.

Mrs. Martin sighed. “Well, I have to say, that does sound like something Anita might have done. Poor, poor Jeffrey. Those mean old girls really got you this time, didn’t they?”

Jeffrey was so mad, he wanted to cry. It was obvious his employer wasn’t really being sympathetic; she was merely pretending to be upset on his behalf, which made the entire scene even more humiliating. Being taunted and teased by a bunch of stupid little girls was bad enough, but to be taunted and teased by their mother, that was maddening!

“Poor, poor Jeffrey ... I bet you were really embarrassed when you peed your pants, hmm? Were you embarrassed? Of course you were, you poor boy. I can only imagine how awful you must have felt, especially in front of the girls. Did they laugh when they saw how you pissed yourself? Of course they did. I mean, it wasn’t YOUR fault, was it? Of course it wasn’t. It’s not like you do that every day, right? Hmm? Hmmm? Of course you don’t. You’re almost in high school and everyone knows high school boys never piss their pants. Well, MOST don’t, I guess.”

Jeffrey’s face went from red to white. To hear this full grown woman say such cruel things in such a playful, flippant manner, that was just frightening. It was obvious she was having fun at his expense. Way too much fun.

“Poor little thing ... I’d have thought a big strong teenager like you would have been smart enough to keep my little angels under control, but I guess not.” Mrs. Martin shook her head and tried not to laugh. “They are a handful, aren’t they? You poor, poor thing.”

There was a moment of silence. Jeffrey noticed that the suds in his bath were gone, leaving much of his body exposed to his employer’s view. He squirmed about in the tub, doing his best to preserve what little modesty he had left and stay seated upright at the same time; it wasn’t easy, considering how slippery the tub was the fragrant bath oil and how his body kept sliding about.

“M-M-Mrs. Martin,” he said after about a minute of no one talking about anything. “Can ... can you PLEASE check on my clothes? I ... I’d like to get dressed now and ... you know, go home. PUH-LEEEEEASSSSSE?”

The pretty lady didn’t say anything right off. It was as though she hadn’t heard a word he said. Instead, she got to her feet and stood over him, staring at him with a raised eyebrow and a curious smile. Jeffrey felt really uncomfortable, being the object of such an intense and demeaning gaze from such an intimidating woman. He lowered his head and stared down at his naked body, ashamed and self-conscious of just what a ridiculous sight he must have presented to his employer.

“Poor, poor little Jeffrey,” Mrs. Martin suddenly cooed. She let loose a soft, appreciative chuckle. “I suppose this has gone on long enough. What do you say, hmm?”

Jeffrey shot her a shy glance and nodded. “Yes p-p-please,” he managed to whisper.

“Anita! Rita Ann! Tina May!” the pretty lady shouted. “Get your little heinies in here RIGHT NOW!”

She looked down at the stunned lad and grinned. “Don’t worry, honey. We’ll set things right. Poor little thing.”

Within seconds the three sisters were standing before their mother, bright, leering grins on their collective freckled faces. Jeffrey noted with frustration that they had changed out of their wet clothes into dry, fresh things. Anyone looking at them would have thought they’d been perfect little angels all afternoon long.

“Helloooooo, Jeffrey!” the twins sang in chorus. “Did you miss us?”

The girls giggled wildly as Jeffrey pouted. Their mother even allowed herself a little laugh. The blushing teenager was grateful that it was not another one of her loud donkey braying spasms.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough of that,” Mrs. Martin said in a somewhat serious tone of voice. “Jeffrey here tells me that you’ve been bad little girls. Is that true?”

“Oh no, Mommy!” Rita-Tina squealed. “We dint do nuffin’ wrong! We promise!”

“Yeah, Mommy!” Tina-Rita chirped. “We dint do nuffin’! Honest!”

The pretty woman clucked her tongue. “I don’t know. From what I hear, poor Jeffrey was being picked on by you little ‘angels.’ He tells me that somebody locked the bathroom doors and kept him from going to pee. He tells me that he was tricked into peeing his pants. He also tells me that you promised to wash his clothes for him. What do you have to say about that?”

“It sounds to me like Jeffrey is a tattle-tale!” Anita sang sarcastically. She looked quite adorable with Jeffrey’s oversized horn-rimmed glasses perched on the tip of her freckled nose; Jeffrey didn’t think she was so cute, of course, considering his plight at that particular point in time.

“That’s not fair, Mrs. Martin!” the naked boy fussed. “I’m not being a tattle-tale! I just want my stupid old clothes back!”

Anita pushed her – well, Jeffrey’s – glasses up her nose and scoffed: “Oh, you’re being a tattle-tale, all right. A big ol’ crybaby tattle-tale!”

The littler girls giggled. “Yeah, Jeffrey’s a big ol’ crybaby tattle-tale!” they echoed.

“Tattle-tale! Tattle-tale!
Crybaby Jeffrey is a tattle-tale!
Tattle-tale! Tattle-tale!
Crybaby Jeffrey is a tattle-tale!”

“Okay, all right, that’s enough!” Mrs. Martin glanced at Jeffrey and smiled. “I’m so sorry, Jeffrey. They can be so rude sometimes.”

“That’s the truth,” whispered the still-naked youth.

“Okay girls, I think you owe Jeffrey an apology. You like Jeffrey as a babysitter, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Mommy!” Anita and the two twins sang out in chorus. “We just LOOOOVE Jeffrey as a babysitter!”

“You want him to come back and take care of you, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Mommy! We want Jeffrey to come back! He’s so much fun to play with!”

“Then apologize to Jeffrey and tell him you’re sorry. Tell him you’re sorry and that you want him to keep being our babysitter.”

“We’re sorry Jeffrey.” The three girls fluttered their collective eyelashes in mock innocence, sending a chill down Jeffrey’s naked spine. “Please be our babysitter forever and ever! We love you sooooo much!”

“Okay then.” Mrs. Martin looked at the boy in the tub and smiled. “We’re going downstairs to get your clothes together. They ought to be ready in just a few minutes. Why don’t you get out of the tub and dry off, all right?”

The naked lad nodded. “Yes ma’am,” he muttered with some relief.

“Oh, and Jeffrey?” The pretty woman nodded as the girls filed out of the room. “That’s quite the mess you made in the tub. Be sure to take a few minutes and wash your spunk off my daughters’ toys. It’s not very hygienic to let that stuff dry on little girls’ dollies, you know. You’ll be doing me a favor if you make sure they’re all nice and clean, all right?”

Jeffrey’s eyes went wide with disbelief! Did she actually say ... spunk?

The horrified lad looked down at the bathwater and back up at his employer. Sure enough, where the soap bubbles had completely disappeared little white clumps of semen could be clearly seen drifting among the rubber ducks and dolls and other toys in the tub. There was no way the smiling woman could have missed seeing that!

“You’ll take care of that for me, won’t you, Jeffrey?”

The shamed lad nodded his head. “Yes ma’am. I ... I’m ... I’ll make sure ... everything is cleaned up ... like you said.”

Mrs. Martin studied him for a moment before cooing sweetly, “Do a good job. Don’t make me send you back to do it again.”

Jeffrey nodded. He didn’t know what to say, so he just kept quiet.

The tall, confident woman didn’t stop there, unfortunately. “And the next time you decide to jack off in my bathroom, I’d appreciate it if you cleaned up before playing with the girls’ things, all right? Frankly, I don’t mind you playing around a bit, but the mess you make is just plain disgusting. Don’t let it happen again. Do I make myself clear?”

Red-faced and completely mortified, the nude boy wished he was a million miles away. His tormentor stood over him for nearly a full minute, a smug, triumphant look on her face. He suddenly realized she was waiting for a reply.

“Yes ... yes m-m-ma’am,” he stammered. “I ... I-I-I ... I’m ... I’m so ... so s-s-sorry ....”

And with that our young hero was alone. Jeffrey waited a few minutes, just to be sure that nobody snuck back to give him a hard time. He’d enough of that, for sure!

“Geez, this is bad,” he whispered aloud. “She knows what I did! Dammit! She knows everything! What if she tells my mom?!”

The worried boy pulled the plug on the tub and let all of the old nasty water out; he then turned on the faucet, adjusted the temperature, and began the tedious task of washing and rinsing out every single toy and doll that was in the tub with him.

“Geez, why does this stuff keep happening to me?” he mumbled as he worked. “It’s like a nightmare that just won’t end!”

Once Jeffrey was sure he’d washed all of the girls’ toys and dolls, he rinsed himself off as well. Mrs. Martin was right, jacking off was disgusting. But ... well, it just felt so darned good.

Why was everything so complicated??!!!

At long last Jeffrey got out of the tub and picked up the towel Mrs. Martin had left him. He was pleasantly surprised to see that it was indeed a full-sized towel that covered his entire naked body.

“Geez, this has been a crazy day!” he said to himself as he ran the luxurious towel over his bare skin. “Those girls were bad enough, but ... Mrs. Martin ... she’s weird, too. She knew I jacked off, but it didn’t freak her out, not like how Mom acts. It’s almost like she thought it was funny. Wow. That’s just so ... so creepy!”

The door suddenly flew open and Rita and Tina entered the bathroom, giggling and whispering like a pair of idiots. Jeffrey quickly wrapped himself up with his towel. He was annoyed and more than a little bit suspicious when he saw they were empty handed.

“What do you want?” he snapped. “Where are my clothes? I thought your mom was going to bring them to me.”

“Mommy said for you to come downstairs if you want your stupid old clothes,” Rita – or was it Tina? – chirped cheerfully. “She wants you down there right now, you big fat tattle-tale!”

Tina – or was it Rita? – put one hand on her hips and wagged a finger at the frustrated youth. “Yeah, you big fat tattle-tale! Mommy said for you to get your butt downstairs right now!”

Jeffrey watched with exasperation as the two girls danced around him and sang:

“Tattle-tale! Tattle-tale!
Big fat Jeffrey is a tattle-tale!
Tattle-tale! Tattle-tale!
Big fat Jeffrey is a tattle-tale!”

“Now come on, you big fat baby!” Rita fussed. She tugged on the blushing boy’s towel. “Mommy is waiting for us! Chop chop, get a move on!”

“Yeah, get a move on, you fat baby!” echoed Tina. “You don’t want to make our mommy mad!”

A few minutes later Jeffrey was standing in the downstairs laundry room. He looked around, but his clothes were nowhere to be found. He even looked in the washing machine and dryer, but there was nothing. Suspicious and more than a little anxious, he tightened his grip on his towel.

He was about to fuss at the twins, but they had disappeared without a sound. Clutching at his towel, he padded barefoot into the kitchen where he found Mrs. Martin pouring herself some wine; judging from the amount in the bottle, this was not her first glass.

“Jeffrey, sweetheart!” she sang merrily. “It’s about time! You took care of that little mess you made, hmmm? My goodness, darling, what are you doing down here in your towel? Why aren’t you dressed? Where are your clothes?”

The angry boy took a deep breath. “I don’t know! The girls came up and told me you said for me to come downstairs and get my stuff. I went to the laundry room and they’re not there!”

“I didn’t say for you to come downstairs. I didn’t say for you to do anything.” The pretty woman smiled. “Are you sure you just didn’t want another excuse to run around my house with no clothes on?”

Jeffrey looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Was this really happening?

“I-I-I didn’t ... I ... I don’t ... I don’t like being naked! Please, Mrs. Martin, all I want is my clothes back! Please, this isn’t funny anymore!”

“Oh, all right. Hold on. We’ll get to the bottom of this. Anita! Rita Ann! Tina May! Get your butts in here RIGHT NOW!”

There was a rumbling like a herd of wild horses and within seconds the three Martin girls arrived. Jeffrey squirmed uncomfortably as they stood on either side of him, Anita crowding him on his left and the twins doing likewise on his right; he had a bad feeling that something terrible was about to happen when curious hands gripped his wrists.

Mrs. Martin smiled as the air filled with girlish giggling and tittering.

“Okay my lovelies, what did you do with Jeffrey’s clothes? I know you washed them, but when he went to get them they were nowhere to be seen.”

There was a flutter of giggles and laughter, and Jeffrey could feel the girls on either side of him squirming and shaking with mischievous delight.

“Why, we took them upstairs like you said, Mommy,” Anita said sweetly.

“Yeah, we took them upstairs, just like you said, Mommy!” echoed the twins.

“They’re lying, Mrs. Martin!” Jeffrey cried. “They told me my clothes were downstairs and that you said for me to come get them! They’re lying again, just to trick me into running around without any clothes!”

Mrs. Martin put her hand on the teenager’s bare shoulder. “Now calm down, Jeffrey. Nobody’s lying. They’re just having a little fun. Maybe.” She turned to the girls. “Anita, are you sure you took them upstairs? Jeffrey says he looked but didn’t see them.”

There was that girlish laughter again. “Oh, they’re upstairs, we promise, Mommy. It’s not our fault dumb ol’ Jeffrey is blind.”

Mrs. Martin nodded. “Speaking of which,” she said with a smile. She plucked Jeffrey’s horn-rimmed glasses off Anita’s face and handed them to the beleaguered lad. “Maybe this will help.”

Jeffrey pulled loose from the girls’ grip and put on his spectacles. The lenses were all smeared with little girl fingerprints, but at least now he could see a little better. Still, his situation wasn’t all that much improved without his clothes.

“I don’t know why you girls tease Jeffrey so much,” Mrs. Martin said sweetly. “I thought you liked him.”

“Oh, but we don’t like Jeffrey, Mommy,” cried Anita. She fluttered her eyelashes at the frustrated boy. “We LOVE him! He’s the best babysitter we ever had!”

“Yeah, we LOVE Jeffrey!” the twins sang happily. “He helps us with our homework and he tells us funny stories and he makes us laugh.”

“He makes you laugh, hmm?” Mrs. Martin said. “How does he do that?”

Rita and Tina looked at each other and giggled. “Well, he plays games with us and puts on little shows. We love seeing him naked, too!”

All of a sudden, Jeffrey felt a cool swish of air sweep up and over his bare body; that’s when he realized his towel was gone! He looked around and saw Anita waving it about like a captured flag. Before he could make a move to grab it back she ran out of reach and the other girls scattered about the room as well. They began playing a game of “Keep Away,” tossing the towel between themselves and laughing uproariously in the process.

“Gimme back my towel!” he screamed hoarsely. “Give ... me ... back ... my ... stupid ... towel!”

Jeffrey felt ridiculous as he jumped this way and that in a vain attempt to get back his towel. The cool breeze of the air conditioner caressed his bare bottom and belly, and he could feel his balls and penis bouncing between his legs; a quick glance around the room revealed that he had been putting on a little naked dance show for the females in the room, adult and child.

Putting his hands over his privates, Jeffrey glanced up at Mrs. Martin. He was not happy to see the broad, eager smile on her face. It was clear that she was having as much fun as the girls.

“M-M- ... Mrs. Martin!? What am I supposed to do? See how they act?! They keep making me stay naked! I ... I can’t stay like this the rest of the day!”

The happy woman did a poor attempt to hide her glee. She shrugged and stifled a little giggle.

“First off, don’t be touching yourself like that, Jeffrey. I know your mother taught you better than that. It’s nasty! Put your hands down!”

“But ... but ... everybody’s ... looking ... at m-m-me ....”

“Of course we’re looking at you, silly! The way you’ve been behaving, jumping around and acting a fool, why wouldn’t we look at you? Now move those hands! Do it now!”

Jeffrey sighed and put his hands to his side. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend he was somewhere else far, far away.

Mrs. Martin glanced down at the teenager’s exposed bits and nodded with more than a little satisfaction. “That’s better. See, the world didn’t end, did it?”

The naked boy shrugged, then shook his head. Talk about humiliation! With the exception of his eyeglasses, he didn’t have anything on his bare body, not a stitch, no nothing! A flutter of giggles and whispers filled the air. He felt mortified to leave his private parts open to everyone’s view, but there wasn’t much he could do about it at the moment.

“Well, don’t just stand there, sweetie,” Mrs. Martin cooed. “Go on upstairs and find your clothes and get dressed. I’ll keep the girls down here to make sure you’re not bothered anymore.”

“Can I at least have my towel back?”

“MAY I have my towel back, if you please.”

The flustered youth sighed. “May I have my towel back, please?!”

The pretty woman laughed. “Good luck finding it.”

Jeffrey blinked and then looked around the room. Sure enough, there was no sign of his purloined towel ... nor the girls!

“Dang it! They were just here! How is that possible?!”

Sighing heavily, the naked boy speed walked down the hall and scampered up the stairs, the sound of womanly laughter trailing behind him. He was so tired of being pushed around, but there really wasn’t much else for him to do except what he was told. It seemed that he was doing an awful lot of that lately.

Jeffrey wasn’t surprised to find that there was no sign of his clothes anywhere upstairs. He looked in the master bathroom and in Mrs. Martin’s bedroom, but they were nowhere to be found. He even checked the extra bathroom in the hall, but no shirt, no pants, no underwear, no nothing. Even the extra towels had disappeared!

Our poor hero was so desperate he even tried checking the girls’ rooms, but the doors were all locked.

“Holy crap!” the flustered lad cried. “Why do they have to make everything so difficult?!”

After running around the house forever in his birthday suit, the angry teenager returned to the kitchen. The girls were still nowhere to be seen. Mrs. Martin stood at the counter pouring her second glass of wine; the smile on her face suggested that she was in quite the playful mood.

“What did I say about touching your privates, Jeffrey? Now you’ve got to wash your hands. Hop to it, little mister!”

Jeffrey did as he was told. It was maddening that Mrs. Martin was more concerned about him washing his hands than finding his clothes. The fact that his penis was still exposed was a worry, too; when he turned to face his employer, her eyes lingered a little too low for a little too long.

“Please, Mrs. Martin! I can’t ... can’t find my things!” Jeffrey cried. He pressed his thighs together in a vain attempt to hide his boyish bits. “I looked everywhere, but I can’t find them! Please, do something. Please? They do this to me all the time!”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s not all the time.” The pretty woman laughed. “Though I sure bet it seems that way when you’re wearing nothing but your birthday suit. Okay, I tell you what, I’ll send the girls to get your clothes for you. Okay? You stay right here with me and in a few minutes everything will be just fine.”

“GIRLS! ANITA! RITA ANN! TINA MAY! Get your little butts in here ... RIGHT NOW!”

Once again Jeffrey found himself suddenly surrounded by the three red-headed girls, and once again the room was filled with little girl giggles and laughter. Curious, mischievous hands clung to the nervous lad’s arms and tickled his sides, causing him to giggle involuntarily. He made a curious sight, his pale, slightly pudgy body, adorned in little more than a pair of horn-rimmed glasses and a blush; he felt just awful, flanked by a flock of vicious schoolgirls who seemed to like nothing better than making his life miserable.

“Dang it, stop touching me!” the frustrated lad fussed. “This isn’t fun or funny! Not for me, it isn’t! I don’t like being tickled! Stop it!”

Mrs. Martin chuckled. “Ladies, it seems that Jeffrey still can’t find where you put his clothes. Would you please go up and fetch them for him? Pretty please? And be quick about it, all right? We don’t want the poor boy to catch a cold, do we? If he gets sick he might not be able to babysit for us anymore.”

The sisters all laughed, of course. “Oh no, Mommy!” cried Rita – or was it Tina? “We don’t want Jeffrey to catch cold. We want him to keep coming over and babysitting for us forever!”

“Yeah, we LOVE Jeffrey,” Anita said with an odd little smile. She looked the blushing boy in the eye and laughed. “You’re our favorite babysitter EVER!”

And so Jeffrey was left standing there in his birthday suit, keeping company with Mrs. Martin while the girls ran out of the room. In the distance he could hear shouting and running and all sorts of noise going on, but there was no doubt in his mind that the girls were putting in absolutely no effort toward their task. He fidgeted about nervously while his employer stood across the room silently sipping wine and looking right at him.

I wish she wouldn’t stare at me like that, Jeffrey thought to himself. He pushed his oversized horn-rimmed glasses up his nose and hugged his arms tight across his body. It’s rude! It ... it’s like she can see right through me.

The silence was agony. Mrs. Martin was suddenly different for some odd reason; she didn’t seem interested in talking and Jeffrey had no idea what to say.

Is she mad at me? he wondered silently. She might be, after seeing how I jacked off in her tub. God, what if she tells my mom? I’ll just die if she does ... I’ll just die!

Why doesn’t she say anything? I wish she’d stop staring at me like that. Dang it, stop looking at me, you stupid old lady! Stop looking at me!!!

Geez, I wish this was all over with ... I just wanna go home and hide in my room ....

The embarrassed youngster so wanted to cover his privates, but he knew he’d just get yelled at again; instead, he dropped his hands to his sides and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He then cleared his throat a couple of times in hopes of evoking a response, but still, the pretty woman said not a word.

“Um, well ... I ... I ... um ... I wonder what’s taking the ... the girls ... so long ....”

No response.

Jeffrey tried his best to not look his employer in the eye, but it felt so awkward to stand there looking in another direction. When he did look at her, he saw that she was studying him with great interest, as if she was trying to memorize every square inch of his body. That really made him feel weird. Her eyes wandered up and down, examining him from head to toe and back again. The urge to cover his privates was growing desperate, the fear of getting yelled at again was even greater; instead, he resorted to crossing his arms tight around his chest, as if to protect himself from her probing gaze.

Why doesn’t she say something? Geez, this is just awful ... this is the worst day of my life!

Elsewhere in the house the sound of childish shouting and running about had died down. Jeffrey sighed, but he didn’t move or say a word. His situation was tedious and embarrassing, to be sure, but he knew things could be a lot worse. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and settled in for a long wait.

“So, how’s your mother?” Mrs. Martin suddenly asked.

Jeffrey nearly jumped out of his bare skin. The awkward silence had gone on so long he’d almost gotten used to it. Hearing his employer speak so abruptly had actually scared him.

“My mom? Um, she’s good, I guess,” he croaked.

The tall woman took a sip of wine and nodded. “That’s nice,” she said nonchalantly.

The naked boy braced himself for another question, but nothing came. He frowned as another long session of silence settled in. This was really getting on his nerves. It was obvious his employer had absolutely no interest in conversation; it was as though she was just toying with him, saying “normal” things to throw him off his guard. The problem was, it was working. All too well.

“So how’s school?”

Again, Jeffrey jumped. He pushed his glasses up his nose and shrugged. “It’s ... uh, okay, I guess. It’s ... well, school.”

The pretty woman nodded. “That’s true,” she finally replied in a distant voice. “School is school.”

Mrs. Martin’s voice sounded bored, but her eyes were keenly focused on Jeffrey’s naked body. The anxious youth could almost feel her eyes on his penis, probing and caressing the sensitive skin with her rude gaze. Thank goodness his boyish organ had shrunken up and withdrawn into hiding, with little more than the shiny pink mushroom cap showing at the junction between his thighs; he usually thought that made him look silly, but today it felt, well, almost comforting.

The naked boy frowned once again as the room filled with silence. He didn’t even hear the girls anywhere in the house. He wondered if they were hiding somewhere, just out of sight, and watching him suffer under their mother’s penetrating scrutiny.

What the heck is keeping those stupid brats? he wondered in desperation. They’re doing this on purpose, I know it! They’re probably watching everything that’s going on and laughing their butts off!

I just wanna go home!

Another few minutes passed and Jeffrey felt himself getting woozy. He didn’t know if it was from standing around naked for so long or the stress of all he’d been through. Or maybe it was the silence. He wondered if maybe he could think of something to say, maybe he could break the quiet and speed things along ....

“So, Jeffrey, have you any girlfriends?” Mrs. Martin suddenly asked. “Is there someone you like? Hmm? A pretty girl that you have you eye on, perhaps?”

Jeffrey felt his face flush with embarrassment. It was bad enough that he was stark naked in front of such an intimidating woman, but for her to startle him like this, and with such personal questions ... while he didn’t have any clothes on! This was ... well, it was just unreal.

“Um, well, no ... no ma’am,” he stammered. “No girlfriend.”

“Mmmm,” was all the reply he got.

The quiet once again filled the room. Jeffrey wanted to scream. He thought about his friends and he wondered what they were doing right now.

Well, one thing is for certain. They’re not standing around in some crazy woman’s kitchen with no clothes on, that’s for danged sure, he lamented.

“What about a boyfriend?” Mrs. Martin asked in a suddenly loud and commanding voice. A sly, sarcastic smile contorted her red-painted lips. “I never thought to ask about that. That’s got to be it. You don’t like girls, so you must like boys then, am I right?”

Jeffrey’s eyes almost popped out of his head. He bit his lip and he fought the urge to cover his privates. How could she ask such a question?! He ... he wasn’t a gay sissy or ... or ... whatever! There was just no way he liked boys! He ... he liked girls. He really did! He just, well, he just hadn’t gotten around to doing much about it, that’s all it was.

“No ... I ... I like girls all right. Not ... not ... n-not ... other ... b-b-boys.”

Mrs. Martin stuck her finger in her glass, swirled it around a few times and then pulled it out. The naked lad watched with wide eyes as she sucked the coating of wine from her finger.

“You sure about that? You’re awfully attractive. Just adorable, in fact. Really, darling, if you don’t have a girlfriend, well, I can’t imagine you not being chased by some cute boy. Especially at your age and with your good looks. That curly blond hair and those blue eyes are simply to die for. If you don’t have a cute girl as your sweetheart then you surely have a sweet boyfriend of some sort.”

“No, I do not have a boyfriend!” Jeffrey insisted. “I have friends who are boys ... I guess ... but no BOYFRIENDS!”

The grinning woman raised an eyebrow. “Uh-oh, someone is protesting a little too much, I think. I find that very interesting. Very interesting, indeed.”

Jeffrey couldn’t believe this was happening; standing completely exposed, without a stitch of clothing before his mother’s good friend, he was practically being accused of being gay. His hostess was no longer bored with the conversation; a bright light shone in her eyes and a sudden musical lilt could be heard in her voice.

“Seriously, Jeffrey, you really shouldn’t rule out getting a boyfriend. Especially at your age. Nobody cares if you and another boy get together for a little hanky-panky. It’s all in good fun, you know.”

The naked lad cringed at the thought. “Two boys together? Ew, that sounds gross!”

“You won’t know until you try it.” Mrs. Martin clucked her tongue and grinned. “Even if you do like girls, you can practice kissing and making out with a cute boyfriend until you’re, you know, ready for the real thing.”

Jeffrey stared at his employer with disbelief. He could not believe his ears!

“Mmmmm-hmmmm, you think I’m teasing, but it’s true. When I was in school my best friend was a boy who dated other boys. He was quite sweet, almost as sweet as you. He looked quite a bit like you, come to think of it, blue eyes, blond hair, a real cutie, just like you. He even had a cute little butt, just like yours. Oh my goodness, he had lots of fun with the boys, as I remember.”

Jeffrey’s eyes were as big as dinner plates. He could not believe he was part of this conversation! His mother’s friend, his employer, an adult woman who was a mother of three, no, make that four girls, was trying to talk him into being gay? Why was she saying these things? Was she serious?!

She’s got to be kidding me, the horrified lad thought to himself. She’s just teasing ....

He gritted his teeth. That’s it! She’s teasing me again, just like her stupid daughters tease me. She’s as bad as they are! She’s just trying to freak me out, like yesterday when she almost tricked me into jacking off!

Mrs. Martin seemed to be enjoying herself a little too much at our hero’s expense. She began to slowly walk around the nude youngster, looking him up and down with renewed appreciation and humming a light-hearted melody. Her high heels went “click, click, click” with every step she took, adding to the creepiness of the situation.

“Mmmmm-mmmm-mmmm! It’s too bad we don’t have a pretty boy here right here and now for you to play with.” The tall woman’s voice cooed, just like the evil lady in that movie he had seen on television. “Wouldn’t that be the absolute best? You and some really cute little boy, holding hands and kissing and hugging in your birthday suits. I bet you’d have all sorts of fun if you had the chance. Doesn’t that sound just yummy?”

Jeffrey shivered as his inquisitor leaned in close from behind and whispered in his ear; her breath was warm against his bare skin and smelled of the wine she’d been drinking.

“Just think, when you were in my bathroom you could have been snuggling up together with some sweet boy and diddling one another ... instead of jacking off all by your lonesome. That would have surely been a lot more fun, don’t you think? It’s always more fun when there’s more than one!”

Jeffery wanted to die, he was so embarrassed! How could this ... this lady, his mother’s close friend ... say such horrible things to him?! How could an adult woman be so ... so nasty?!

“Mmmm-hmmm, I’d certainly like to see that. Pretty little Jeffrey Walton naked with another pretty young friend ... a cute little BOYFRIEND ... hugging and cuddling and kissing and who knows what. Now wouldn’t that be a sight?”

Jeffrey just stood there, frozen in his humiliation. He didn’t know what to say. He bit his lip and tried to not think about what he was hearing. The very idea ... of being naked with another boy ... and jacking off with him!? How ... how could this ... this ... woman ... think he was ... that way?

“Please, Mrs. Martin, tha- ... that’s n-not f-fun- ... funny! I ... I’m n-not ... I ... I don’t wanna ... do any of that stuff ....”

There was a womanly giggle, then some laughter. Jeffrey blinked, then looked up at his employer. She was now standing in front of him, looking down at his plump, pink nakedness, a gleam of obvious amusement lighting her eyes. He followed her gloating gaze and was horrified to see his penis sticking out proudly and happily!

A sick feeling grew in his stomach. He glanced back up and saw a wicked, vindictive sneer on those leering, red-painted lips.

“Well, isn’t that interesting?” Mrs. Martin said as she finished off her glass of wine. “Maybe we’re onto something, hmm? I think somebody has a little secret.”

She gave another quiet, sinister little laugh. She then sang a quiet, sinister little song:

“Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret ....”

The poor lad’s stomach ached and he felt woozy and disoriented, exactly how he felt when the Martin girls teased him!

She’s as mean as they are, the dizzy youngster thought. She ... she’s even worse! She’s like a ... a ... a witch!

Why is she doing this to me??!!!

“Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret ....”

“Please, d-d-don’t ... don’t t-t-tease m-me, Mrs. Martin,” Jeffrey stammered. “ I ... I ... I-I-I c-can’t help ... when it does that. It just does that ... I ... I can’t help it ....”

Mrs. Martin’s face transmogrified into a cartoonish sneer, her bright, white teeth bared in a hungry, ravenous smile.

“Oh Jeffrey, you’re so funny when you try to fib to me. Your little lie detector didn’t do move when I asked you about girls, did it? Nuh-uuuhhh, it certainly did not. It stayed hidden, safe and sound, as snug as a bug in a rug. But the instant I mention boys, well, that little cutie pops up – hello! – into a proper salute!”

There was another ladylike laugh and the “click, click, click” of high heels on tile.

“Mmmm-mmmm, Jeffrey Walton ... your dirty little secret is out and I know all about you now! I know what’s in that filthy, nasty little mind of yours. Mmmm-hmmmm ... you really should know better than try to deceive your betters.”

The chastened lad felt his face burn and his eyes sting with tears as she continued singing:

“Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret ....

“BWAAAH-HAHAAAAW! HAW HAW HAAAWWW!”

Jeffrey stood before the smug woman, completely exposed and vulnerable as she burst out laughing in that horrible, mocking bray. He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes wet with shame; he wanted to just lie down and die.

“BWAAAH-HAHAHAHAAAAW! HAHAHAHAHAAAAA HAW HAW HAW HAW HAAAAWWWW!”

“Please, Mrs. Martin,” he whispered. “Please ... don’t ... laugh ... please ....”

“BWAAAH-HAHAHAHAAAAW! HAW HAW HAAAAWWWW!”

“Please ... don’t ... please ....”

The defeated lad looked down at the source of his employer’s laughter. His shiny pink appendage appeared to be completely unaware of his shame and consternation. To the contrary, it was as happy as could be, bouncing and bobbing about, the gleaming tip seemingly winking at him as it stared upward with excitement.

“Mmmmm-mmmmm-mmmmm, oh yes! We are really onto something here.” Judith Martin’s voice was as thick and sweet as maple syrup. Her gaze never left Jeffrey’s eyes as she spoke. “You like kissing boys, don’t you? Oh no, don’t deny it! You love kissing boys! You absolutely love it! Don’t be ashamed, sweetheart. I know what you like!

“You keep saying ‘no’ but your little lie detector most certainly says yes!”

Jeffrey tried to think of something to say, but his mind was in such turmoil all he could do was stammer, “I ... I-I-I- ... d-don’t ... kiss ... boys. And ... and I ... I don’t want to ... to ... k-k-kiss ... any boys ....”

“Oh, I do not believe that for one minute, Jeffrey Walton. If you haven’t, you will ... and soon. You just need a little nudge in the right direction, that’s all.”

“I ... I don’t need a nudge or anything,” the blushing boy insisted. “Please, stop talking about this! Please!”

Mrs. Martin winked as she continued. “Mmmm, I think we need to set you up on a date with an adorable little boy and see what happens. What do you say to that, my pretty? Maybe you already have someone in mind, a cute classmate, perhaps? Someone you’ve had sweet dreams about ... sweet ... naked ... dreams?”

“No! I don’t! That would be gross!” retorted the sullen child. The suggested image was beginning to take shape in his head and he was failing miserably at ignoring it.
Mrs. Martin smiled at the interruption. “Or maybe you’d like a little help in meeting that special someone. I happen to know a boy or two that you would just love getting naked with. I know they would just jump at the chance to get naked with you. Mmmmm-hmmmm, we’re going to have to do that, for sure!”

Jeffrey started to raise a fuss, to tell this mean old bitch to go to hell ... or to shut up or something along those lines. But all of a sudden he felt something sting the tip of his penis, almost like a bee sting or a wasp. It took him a second to realize Mrs. Martin had flicked the tip of his erection with a well-manicured fingertip.

“OW!!! Mrs. Martin!!! Geez, that hurt!!!”

But that wasn’t the worst thing that happened. Oh no! In the wake of the aching pain on the end of Jeffrey’s boyish appendage, a familiar, worrisome tingling sensation suddenly came to surface. The startled boy looked down at his stiff, pink penis and saw the peehole gaping at him, opening and closing like a tiny little mouth in rapid succession as if it was trying to say something. An impending sensation of dreadful, dizzying pleasure was fast approaching, putting the youngster in a complete panic! He quickly clenched his eyes shut tight and tensed up his entire body for fear that he might spurt in front of his tormentor.

“Oh yes, I know what you like,” the cunning lady cooed callously. “I know exactly what you want ....”

“Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret ....”

The sneering woman gave the pink, shiny mushroom tip another, even sharper smack with her fingernail, eliciting yet another painful complaint from our helpless hero.

“Oooowwwww! Please ... Mrs. Martin ... don’t ... do thaaaaat ....”

There was that laugh again. Jeffrey look down to see what was so funny. A trickle of clear slime began leaking from the smiling slit at the tip of his organ. And then, to his everlasting horror, a sudden gush of thick, ropey white goop shot out! The panic-stricken boy almost had a heart attack as boyish goo spewed into the air and onto the expensive kitchen tile!

Oh no, not that! Nooooo ... not that ... not now ... not in front of .... her ....

A second, and then a third stream of silvery-white ejaculate erupted from Jeffrey’s penis, splatting against one of the kitchen cabinets and sticking like glue. He looked up at his hostess, eyes wide with guilt and fear.

“Mmmm-hmmmm, someone really likes the idea of getting naked with another boy, don’t you think?” Mrs. Martin cooed seductively. “Mmmm-mmmm, yummy! Isn’t this fun!”

Jeffrey was devasted! He could not believe what just happened. It was as if he’d just jerked off in front of his mom’s best friend ... only ... only, well, he didn’t. Somehow he’d gotten way too excited ... and his stupid wiener just decided ... to make an awful mess in full view of this weird and creepy woman.

I’m dead, the shaken lad thought sadly. She’s gonna tell my mom what happened ... and I’m gonna get killed.

All of a sudden Mrs. Martin reached down as if to give the inflamed tip another flick, causing Jeffrey to flinch in fear. The horrified boy jumped back, covering his dribbling penis with his hands. The pretty woman laughed at his reaction and then leaned in close and whispered:

“See? I was right, wasn’t I?” she sang happily. “You just can’t wait to find a pretty boy to jack off with. Mmmm-hmmmm-hmmmm ....”

“Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret,
Jeffrey’s got a seee-cret ....”

Jeffrey didn’t say anything. He was completely out of words, which was just as well; he desperately wanted the conversation to end. To his relief, the creepy song finally came to an end. His employer’s mocking gaze, however, continued, as did her smarmy, malevolent smile.

“Here, pretty boy, you need to clean yourself up a bit. The girls will be back soon and we don’t want them tracking your spunk all over the house. And besides, you know how much they love teasing you.”

Mrs. Martin produced a handful of tissues and handed them to Jeffrey. The humiliated boy awkwardly dabbed at his leaking penis while his tormentor happily supervised his every move; he felt his status in the world hit a new low as she directed him to get down on his hands and knees and wipe up the slimy puddle on the kitchen tilework and cabinet. He wondered what his mother would think of she could see him at that very moment.

This isn’t much fun, he thought. Not any fun at all.

Mercifully, just as our young hero finished cleaning up his mess, the girls returned with a lot of noise and commotion. Marching into the kitchen in a childish, melodramatic procession, Anita led the way, brandishing his freshly laundered shirt and pants about like a flagbearer at the head of a parade. Rita followed suit, waving around his socks and shoes while Tina held his underpants high above her head with both hands like a trophy. They all lined up in mock solemnity to present him with their portion of his wardrobe.

“Mommy, why is Jeffrey’s weenie sticking out?” Tina suddenly squealed. “It wasn’t like that a few minutes ago!”

The other girls joined in, voicing the same concern.

“Yeah, and why is he dripping on the floor?” yelled Rita. “Did he pee again?!”

Mrs. Martin shrugged.

“You’ll have to ask Jeffrey. Maybe he has a secret he wants to share with us,” she said with a smirk.

The blushing boy looked like he wanted to die. He so wanted to cover his shame, but a sharp stare from Mrs. Martin warned him off.

“I ... I d-d-don’t have ... any secret. And it’s not pee! Leave me alone, dang it!”

The girls started up again, besieging the nude boy with endless questions and loud chatter. Poor Jeffery looked to their mother for help, but she seemed to enjoy watching him suffer.

“How come you peed in front of Mommy but you won’t do it for us?”

“You missed a spot! Want me to help you clean it up?”

“If that’s not pee what is it? It looks nasty!”

“How come your dingaling is always getting big and then teeny tiny and then big again?”

“I think it looks funny! Can I touch it?”

“Why is it bouncing up and down like that? It looks so happy!”

“Can we pet it? I wanna touch it!”

“All right, all right, enough about Jeffrey’s weenie!” Mrs. Martin finally called out, putting an end to the chaos. “You can ask him all about it next time he comes over,” she said, shooting a mischievous look at the chastened lad.

Jeffrey shrugged, then nodded. He didn’t know what else to do. He was so confused, so embarrassed, he thought he might pass out from all of the attention he’d been getting!

Mrs. Martin then gave her daughters a semi-stern stare. “Well, my lovelies, it’s time for Jeffrey to go home. You girls need to hand over his clothes and then apologize to him for being such mean little scamps. You do want him to come back and babysit for you, don’t you?”

“We’re sorry, Jeffrey,” the trio of imps sang sarcastically as they presented him with his things, one by one, with a smirk and a giggle apiece. “We’re really REALLY sorry!”

“That was very nice.” The pretty woman looked at Jeffrey. “And what do you say, Jeffrey?”

The naked lad frowned, then nodded. “Um, that’s okay, I guess.”

She nodded encouragingly. “That’s fine. And what else?”

Jeffrey frowned. “Um, I dunno.”

Mrs. Martin raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to thank the girls for washing your pissy clothes?”

The naked youngster frowned. Hearing this well-to-do woman say words like “pissy” just didn’t seem right.

“You ... you want m-m-me ... t-t-to th-thank them ... for washing my clothes?

“Of course! See how all nice and fresh and clean they are now?” She plucked his white underpants from his hands, put them to her face and gave them a long, dramatic whiff. “Mmmmm-mmmmm ... not the faintest smell of nasty little boy piss! Good job, girls!”

The kitchen echoed with feminine laughter. Jeffrey couldn’t believe his eyes! Did Mrs. Martin actually sniff his whitey-tighties?!

“Soooo ... what do you say, Jeffrey?” The grinning woman raised her eyebrow. “Don’t you want to thank the girls for doing such a good job washing your nasty ol’ piss-stained clothes?”

Jeffrey couldn’t believe his ears! She actually expected him to thank those little brats for something that was their fault in the first place? There was no way he was going to do that!

“But ... Mrs. Martin... why should I ... I th-thank them? It ... it’s all their fault I-I-I ... I p-peed myself ... in the first place! This is ALL their fault! They’ve been mean to me every day I’ve been here! They tricked me out of my ... my clothes and ... and they made fun of me ... and hit me and t-t-tickled m-m-me and ... and ....”

The flustered boy took a deep breath. He could see from the smiling faces in front of him that he was wasting his time. But he had a point to make and he was going to do it!

“And now ... n-now I have t-to thank them for fixing something that’s their fault? That’s not fair! It’s not fair and I’m not doing it!”

Mrs. Martin nodded her head and smiled. “Fine. Okay then, if that’s how you feel, give back your clothes. You heard me, give them all back.”

The bewildered youth blinked in disbelief as the tall woman deftly snatched his clothes from his hands, underwear, shirt, pants, socks and shoes, everything. He sure wasn’t expecting that!

“But ... Mrs. M-M-Martin ... those are ... m-m-my c-c-clothes ....”

Standing before his employer and her three grinning daughters wearing little more than a dumb look and his oversized horn-rimmed glasses on his face, Jeffrey suddenly felt even more naked than before ... and more than a little afraid.

“Mrs. Martin ... please ... give me back m-m-my clothes!” he pleaded. “I ... you ... can’t make me stay naked! It’s time for me to go home. I can’t go like this! How am I ... oh gosh! How am I ... I supposed t-t-to g-g-get home?”

The pretty woman gave him a coy look. “That’s not my problem. That’s your problem. And it’s just something you’re going to have to figure out on your own.”

She leaned in close and shot the confused teenager a little wink. “This is what you get for being so rude and ungrateful, little mister! Oh yes ... this is what you get, all right.”

Jeffrey felt sick. He looked over at the girls, fully expecting them to tease him, but they were as quiet as church mice. All three were watching and listening to everything that was happening, like a pack of wolf cubs learning from their mother, and they didn’t say a single word.

“PUH-LEEEEEASE, Mrs. Martin!” the contrite youth pleaded. He was so desperate, he clutched his hands together and bounced up and down like a scared little child. “I’m so sorry! I ... I j-j-just want my clothes! Please? I ... I’m tired of being naked all the time! Please give them back! Please? PUH-LEEEEASSSSSSE?!”

But his employer wasn’t easily swayed. He could tell before she opened her mouth that she was going to have her fun with him; that, and set an example for her daughters.

“Nuh-uh-uh! Not after the way you’ve been acting, Jeffrey Walton! You don’t deserve these clean clothes! Sure, my little imps may have caused you a few problems, but they did their best to make up for it. Remember, you’re the one who pissed in them. A grown boy like that, pissing your pants! How nasty! And the way you behave when someone tries to help you? Talk about disappointing! The very least you could do is show a little gratitude.”

Jeffrey felt sick to his stomach. He could not believe he was trapped in such a bizarre situation, standing naked in this woman’s kitchen, in front of her stupid little red-headed brats, and begging for his life!

“Mrs. M-M-Martin, I-I-I ... I’m soooo sorry! I really am! Please, oh please, give me back my clothes! I’m sooooo sorry! I ... I ... I ... I promise, I really am ....”

The smirking woman raised an eyebrow. “I’m not buying your act, pretty boy. You’re not really sorry. You’re just telling me what you think I want to hear. Frankly, I’m tempted to call your mother right now after seeing how rude you are when she’s not around. I wonder what she’ll say when she finds out how you’ve been behaving.”

Well, the mere suggestion that his mother might get involved was enough to put poor Jeffrey in a tizzy! He was already close to tears as it was; any possibility that his mother would find out what happened was enough to drive him to a complete panic!

“Please, oh geez! Please don’t call my mom!” he begged. “Please d-d-don’t ... don’t call her! I ... I’m ... I’m really really really sorry! I’ll do anything you say! Anything! Please, just don’t call my mom!”

Jeffrey wiped the tears from his face and then glanced over at the girls. Their expressions were a mixture of dismay and delight. He knew he looked ridiculous, crying and begging in his birthday suit like a little toddler throwing a tantrum, but he had more important things to worry about.

“Please ... don’t call my mom, Mrs. Martin,” he croaked in a last ditch effort. “Please oh please don’t call her!”

“Wow Jeffrey, you really are a crybaby,” Anita said. “I didn’t know boys your age acted like this. Wow ... I mean, really ... wow! What a crybaby you are, Jeffrey Walton!”

“Jeffrey is a crybaby,” chanted the twins.

“Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!
Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!
Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!
Jeffrey is a cryyyyy-baby!”

Judith Martin smiled down at the defeated boy. She made a big showing of looking at her watch, and then put her finger to her lips.

“Okay, girls, that’s enough of that. Rita, Tina, I said to shush it!”

There was a slight flutter of girlish giggles, followed by an awkward silence. The tall woman looked Jeffrey up and down, shaking her head in mock disappointment. “All right, sweetie, I’ll give you one more chance before I call your mom. How about telling the girls how sorry you are. Go on, apologize to them. Tell them you’re sorry and then you can thank them for washing your pissy clothes. “

Poor Jeffery! Not only did he have to thank those little brats for fixing something that was their fault, but he had to apologize to them for stuff he didn’t even understand.

“But ....”

“Anita, get me the phone!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” the naked lad cried out. “Please ... d-d-don’t call her. I-I-I ... I’m doing it ... I promise ... I’m doing it! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Their was burst of laughter ladylike laughter, accompanied but another girlish, churlish wave of giggles and titters. Jeffrey’s face burned with anger and shame, but he knew better than to tempt fate. He bit his lip, turned to the smug trio of sisters and gave them a slight nod.

“Um, thanks guys,” he muttered, “for ... um ... you know ... washing my, um ... my clothes.”

Mrs. Martin grinned. “You can do better than that, sweet boy. Say, ‘Thank you, girls, for washing my clothes.’”

Jeffrey gritted his teeth. “Thank you, Anita ... Rita ... Tina ... for, um, washing my clothes.”

“Didn’t they do a good job?” the smiling woman prompted.

The naked boy nodded in defeat. “Um, you did a great job. Thanks again for doing that for me.”

“Doing what for you?”

Jeffrey sighed. “Thank you, girls, for washing my clothes. You all did a great job. I, um ... I really ... appreciate it.”

The smiling woman nodded. “And what do we say, girls?”

The three freckle-faced sisters glowed with delight. With bright, happy smiles beaming brightly, they surrounded poor Jeffrey, jumping up and down and screaming at the top of their lungs, “You’re welcome, Jeffrey! We love you, Jeffrey! We just love you to death, Jeffrey!” over and over and over again.

“WE LOVE YOU JEFFREY WALTON!!!”

After a minute or two of ear-splitting screaming and laughing, Mrs. Martin clapped her hands and restored order to the room.

“Fabulous! Now all is forgiven, isn’t it, Jeffrey?” She pursed her lips and raised a knowing eyebrow. “You are going to continue babysitting for us, aren’t you, sweetie?”

Jeffrey frowned for a moment. Then he thought. And then he nodded. It was difficult to argue about much of anything when you were standing completely naked in front of a bunch of leering, sneering faces. Especially when they belonged to Judith Martin and her band of wild and crazy daughters!

“Um, yes ma’am. I’m ... I guess I’m still your babysitter,” he whispered hoarsely.

“What was that? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

The naked lad sighed. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Yes ma’am, I’m ... I’m still your babysitter. If that’s what you want, I guess.”

“Good. I was afraid you might have second thoughts. I was looking forward to talking with your mother, but since you’re still on board, there’s no need.” Mrs. Martin shot him a stern, I-dare-you-defy-me look. “Is there a need for me to call your mother?”

Jeffrey shook his head. After all he’d been through in this crazy house, the last thing he wanted was for his mother to know what was going on there!

“No ma’am,” he squeaked. “Everything ... is fine.”

“Fantastic!” the pretty woman declared. “Tomorrow is Thursday, so we’ll be expecting you here. And Friday afternoon, too, all right?”

“Um, yes ma’am. I guess so.” The naked boy felt immediate regret as he mumbled the words.

Judith Martin smiled. “Perfect! Isn’t that exciting, girls? Jeffrey’s going to be taking care of you the rest of the week!”

The red-headed trio all jumped up and down like a pack of hungry but adorable wolf cubs.

“Yay!” they howled with terrible delight. “Yay for Jeffrey!”

Just then one of the twins – Jeffrey couldn’t tell if it was Rita or Tina – whispered something to their mother. Mrs. Martin nodded and patted the girl on the head.

“That’s a good idea, sweetheart. I’ll make sure he does.”

With a smirk and a twinkle in her eye, the tall woman said, “Tina May is worried you might piss yourself again. She thinks you ought to go pee before you get dressed. She doesn’t want you having any more accidents.”

Jeffrey shot a furious look at Tina. The precocious child had one hand on her hip and was waving the other at him like a school teacher giving out a scolding.

“Don’t be peeing your panties no more, Jeffrey Walton. We ain’t washing your pissy pants again!”

The other two girls jumped up and down with joy, laughing and joining in the fray.

“Yeah, we ain’t washin’ your pissy pants again!” they squealed in chorus.

“I don’t need to go pee!” the embarrassed boy muttered. “I just want to get my clothes on and go home!”

“We just want to make sure, Jeffrey-Poo,” cooed Anita. “Don’t be mad, be glad ‘cause we LOOOVE YOU!”

There was more giggling and laughing. Mrs. Martin even seemed to think the whole exchange was funny. Gritting his teeth, Jeffrey lowered his head and started to get dressed.

But before the weary lad could put on a thing, his employer touched him on his naked shoulder.

“Here Jeffrey, take this. You deserve it after all you’ve been through today.” The smiling woman placed a crisp twenty dollar bill in his hand and pressed it closed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mom about it. A boy’s got to have a little money of his own, doesn’t he?”

Jeffrey nodded, numb and in a daze. He felt a shiver go down his bare spine as his employer moved in close and whispered in his ear.

“And don’t worry about what happens here, either.” Her breath was warm and her perfume penetrated his nostrils, causing his knees to go weak with excitement. “You know what I mean? Your little secrets are safe with us. We won’t say a word. Will we, girls?”

The echo of childish laughter filled the house. A rush of blood caused Jeffrey’s face to redden. He pushed his oversized horn-rimmed glasses up his nose and nodded his head to the screams of girlish delight.

After all, what else could he do?

To be continued ...?

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