Babysitting Em

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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I was twelve. Emily was six. Her mother asked me to babysit while she ran to her office for a day of meetings. I was curious about a lot of things

Babysitting Em

By, Running Bare

Emily’s cute for a six-year-old. I know I’m twelve and supposed to be responsible. Truth is I’ve got this curiosity about female anatomy. If my sisters Jenny and Becky were younger, I’d have at least seen a vagina. Maybe here’s my chance. Mom and Aunt Rachel will be gone for at least three hours. I could set this up to check out Emily before they get back.

I know, I’ll ask her if she wants to run through the sprinkler in the backyard. But I’ll insist she does it naked so her bathing suit isn’t all wet when her mom gets home. I can tell her we might get in trouble for doing it without asking. It isn’t a believable outcome but she’s only six, maybe she’ll buy it. I have to admit she’d be bouncing around a lot and I’d be treated at least to occasional views of what makes her a girl.

Maybe I could take her outside and get her dirty so I could insist on bathing her. Now, that wouldn’t fly she’s already a self-bather. Not sure that’d go unquestioned by the women when they returned and heard of the ordeal. Would they question my intention if I played it that way? Would they be forward enough to accuse me of ulterior motives?

Why am I being so worried about it? I mean Emily was naked in front of me on occasions up until she was three. Hell, I was nine and ten during those occasions, but she they were always temporary for four or five minutes and there was no time for a curious boy to explore. This is my chance.

“Hey, Em, you know what would be fun?”

“What?”

“How about you get undressed and we can go out and you can play with the sprinkler in the backyard. Does your mom ever let you do that?”

“Yeaaahhh.” She has a questioning look on her face like she’s not completely sure.

“Come over here and I can help you get undressed and we can go out in the yard.”

“I can undress myself besides I need to go up to my room and get me two piece.”

“No, I think you need to play out there naked so we don’t get any clothes wet. Just take your clothes off and I’ll walk you out and get the sprinkler set up.”

I certainly choked out that recommendation. My dick is getting stiff just imagining it.

“Naked? You want me to go outside naked?”

“Sure, why not? Nobody cares about some naked little kid. Everyone’s seen naked kids before. Besides we’ll stay in the backyard so nobody going to see you when they drive by or walk down the sidewalk. You’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want to go outside naked.”

Shit she’s only six and she’s got my sense of modesty. I don’t even like changing in the locker room at school and they’re all boys my age.

“Come over here.” Her response was quick as she approached me with a twinge of anger or frustration in her eye. “Let me get you undressed and we can try to help you get over it.”

I slid my fingers in the elastic on her tights and slid them down. Surprisingly there wasn’t the slightest opposition. Wish I could say the same as I began the same process with her panties.

My hearts beating hard. My penis is at full staff. I sure hope I’m not drooling. Act disinterested. Act like this is all normal.

“Hey Em, let go. I need to get your underwear off. Just cut it out and relax you’re going to be fine.”

She relinquished control. “Lift your legs so I can get these off.” She complied.

“You know I’m not going outside like this.”

I ignored her comment. “Lift your arms so I can get your top off.” Again, she complied and stood stiffly before me naked as the day she was born.

“My mom isn’t going to like it if you make me go outside naked. She’ll be mad at you. I mean it.”

I couldn’t resist running my hands down the sides of her bare torso then stopping and supporting each of her naked butt cheeks.

She seems oblivious to my touch. There’s absolutely no attempt to free herself from my hold. Guess she’s comfortable naked in my presence. Wish I could say the same for me. My eyes were busily scanning her naked form fixating on her vulva. How plain. How plain I mean as compared to boys. Wonder why girls are expected to be so modest and boys are expected to be completely comfortable being naked in front of others. Kind of screwed up. Girls are so plain and boys are adorned with penises and scrota for all to see. One would think it’d be the other way around.

My tent is very apparent. It’s pushing a mound in my jeans. She’s only six she won’t notice. Just stand up and get busy. I need to take her outside, set up the sprinkler, and encourage her to actively participate so I can at least get some quick glances at what’s hiding between her legs.

Now you’ve done it. You just slid your hands over her firm smooth globes. It didn’t faze her. She’s still standing there.

“Okay let’s go out and get things set up.”

“I don’t want to go outside naked. I told you that. Mom won’t care if my bikini gets wet. That’s what it’s supposed to do.”

“Em, I want you to go out back and help me get things set up. I told you, you have to stay naked.”

“But…”

I held up my finger to silence her argument.

“You aren’t my Daddy. I can say no to you. You aren’t my Mom either.”

Wake up!! Quit holding on to the tent. Don’t draw her attention to it.

“Well I’m your babysitter and if you keep giving me trouble, I’ll spank you and tell your mom you were very bad while she was gone. How’s that? Now let’s go outside and play.”

“How come you aren’t naked? If I have to be naked you have to be too.”

“Look Em I’ve had enough of your shit.” Oooooppppss! That slip might come back on me. “I’m grown up and you’re not. I can’t go outside naked. It isn’t the same as if a little kid does it. I could get in trouble if I did. Naked little kids are “cute”. Naked big kids and adults not so much. Get over it. Get that coloring book over there, sit here and color while I get the hose and sprinkler set up.”

Drop a crayon so it falls between her legs. If I do that, I can spread them and manipulate her body as I act like I’m retrieving it. There they go. Not one but a whole handful.

“Sit still I’ll get them.”

Go ahead pry those leg apart. In fact, tilt her so she’s on her back. Wow there it is—her slit. I want to touch it. Better not I’m sure that won’t play out well if she reports that. God, just brush your finger over it like it was an accident. Sue’s just lying there still and oblivious. Go ahead. Make it look accidental.

That was easy. She’s still oblivious I copped a feel. Maybe I can do it again. I wonder what it feels like inside there? Don’t rush it. Stick with the lips.

Now act like collecting those was a pain in the ass. My penis is calling out to be rubbed and felt. I haven’t gotten hairs and certainly am not yet a shooter, but I’d love to rub it and flick it around and feel my ball sack right about now. Shooter or not I’m feeling horny.

“Hey, you’re all wet. If I could get my clothes wet how come you can?”

Now’s your chance to try something that will make your horniness explode.

“Yeah, you’re right Em. Do you think I should put my stuff in the dryer before your mom gets home? I mean playing in the water is our little secret in case we’d get in trouble. Maybe I should dry them and put them back on so we don’t get caught. What do you think?”

She’s got a shit-eating grin on her face. Actually, it’s more cute than devious. I don’t think she cares. I hope she says yes, but really want her to say no.

“Well? Should I dry them or maybe get us in trouble for getting wet when your mom comes home?”

She ended a pensive moment, “We can dry them.”

“Okay, you undress me and we’ll put them in the dryer.”

She had a you’re silly look on her face. “You’re big. You can undress yourself.”

“Yeah, but I think little girls like to play mommy. I’m just giving you the chance to pretend with me. Here take my shoes and socks off.”

She complied immediately by slipping my shoes and socks off as I sat quietly.

Stand up. Let her continue. Your penis is hard as a rock. You’re on a roll don’t choke up.

“I guess you need to take my shorts off next. Do you know how to work a belt?”

She needed no coaching. She unbuckled the belt and pulled it from its loops like a pro.

Don’t coach see if she takes the shorts off by herself. Her little fingers are fidgeting with the button. Does she need help? Nope there it goes. The little shit is looking eager. She unzipped the fly and pushed my shorts down. Step out of them. She isn’t even looking me in the face. I don’t think she’s the least bit anxious to get my briefs off, but I can’t tell. Are little girls that matter of fact? Has she ever seen a boy naked? The anticipation of her next move has me choked up and breathing heavy.

Don’t coach her let her go wherever. Will she go for the briefs or the t-shirt next? Hope it’s the briefs, but also hope it isn’t. Maybe I should call it all off now. OMG, she’s going to pull my briefs down. Your stiffy has bounced free. She paused and is staring at my erection. Invite her to pull on it if she wants to. She should play with it or your balls. At least let her know she can if she wants to. Step out of the briefs.

“You know a good mommy would want to make sure her boy’s boy parts are okay. Maybe you should feel it and move it around to check it’s okay.”

She looks perplexed. But, there she goes. She’s grabbed hold of it and is looking at it.

“You could press the pee hole and see if it’s okay. And squeeze the pink part at the tip. Go ahead do whatever you want. You should feel the bag and make sure the things in there are okay too. You’re the mom so you can touch whatever parts you want to.”

She’s exploring and seems completely curious and engaged.

“How about we get the shirt off so I’m naked and you can put the clothes in the dryer and come back and keep checking me out to make sure I’m okay.”

Kneel down and raise your arms so she can get your shirt off. She got the hint there it goes.

“Have you ever seen a boy naked before?”

“Only Timmy. He’s my cousin. He’s three.”

“Have you ever touched his boy parts? Or just looked at them?”

“Just looked at them. My mom touches ‘em when she changes him. Sometimes she leaves him naked so he doesn’t get a rash.”

“Well, we’re pretending you’re my mom so you can touch mine as much as you want, whenever you want. If I don’t let you, you can spank me.”

That brought a smile to her face. “Can I use the wooden spoon? Mom spanks me with the wooden spoon.”

“If that’s what you want to do, I guess I have to let you. You know moms sometimes have to rub their kid’s skin to warm them up, especially if they have been wet. Think you might want to rub my skin? If you do, just tell me to lie down on a bed and make me spread my legs and arms so you can rub all of me and warm me up.”

She isn’t responding. I think she’s questioning doing it. I’m not sure why she’s hesitating. I wouldn’t if she was the kid and I her dad in this play scene. Go ahead and give her a nudge.

“Mommy, I’m cold. Can you rub me to warm me up?”

It worked. “Lie down on the floor.”

It’s not the bed but who cares? She’s going to start rubbing me. I wonder if she’ll be drawn to my boner or will she avoid it? Well, here I am naked lying down with my arms and legs spread wide. My stiff penis is sticking almost straight up. Where will she start?

She’s kneeling down. She’s, she’s… Oh thank God, she’s latched on to my penis. She’s playing with it. Now she’s mashing my ball sack. Oh shit, this feels awesome.

“You know boy parts warm up faster if you pull on them. Grab it and pull it hard. Use both hands.” She took the coaching. She’s tugging on my dick. “Go on and pull it harder. Try to pull it off.” She’s pulling so hard she’s red faced and huffing. “That’s good, it’s much warmer.” She’s back to flipping things around.

“Do you want me to roll over so you can do my butt?”

“No, I want to do your front some more.”

Hey, I’m not complaining. She’s started on my chest. Her little hands are very light in her non-genital rubbing. I think she’s interested in my penis and ball purse. She keeps looking at the stiffy.

“I think you need to go outside so the sun can help make you warm.”

Where’d that come from? I’m not sure go outside naked is a good idea. I’m sure we’d, I’d, be caught. How would I explain it to her mother or worse mine?

“No, I want to stay inside. How will we know when my clothes are dry if we don’t hear the dryer when it shuts off?”

“I’ll come back in in a little while and check it. I want you to go outside so other people can see you naked. And, if I’m the mom, I get to make you do it.”

Why you little shit. You admitted you wanted other people to see me naked. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d kind of like it too. But, if we get caught, it’ll surely get back to her mother and eventually mine. No telling what they’d do to me. What makes me think it won’t anyway? The kid’s six and she’ll spill the beans either on purpose or by accident anyway. I bet she will.

You put yourself in this situation and will have to accept whatever comes of it. Don’t go outside. Stay in.

“No someone will see me naked and I don’t want them to. Only you.”

“You made me go outside naked. Someone probably saw me. People won’t care. They think naked kids are cute. You told me that.”

She’s six, I’m twelve. Hairless, but twelve. She’s probably right. It probably wouldn’t be a problem if I was seen naked. But, a naked twelve-year-old boy and a clothed six-year-old girl might raise some eyebrows. You know it’d get back to her mother raised eyebrows or not. Where in the hell is she going?

The kitchen? Oh God, here she comes. She’s got the wooden spoon.

“Roll over Kenny. I’m going to spank you. I told you to go outside and you didn’t!”

Okay, play along. How hard can a six-year-old girl hit anyway. Let her wail on you. Oh, that’s not bad. You can take those swats all day. Whoa, that one stung a bit. Invite her to “spank your monkey” while she’s at it.

“Em, that doesn’t hurt very much. Would you like to spank my boy thing? Maybe it’d hurt worse. Should I stand up so you can do that?”

“Okay.”

Look at it standing out there almost parallel to the floor. Nice target for her. Sure hope she doesn’t miss and hit my balls. I know from experience that’d hurt. I’m not sure if she did that and I buckled, she wouldn’t insist on continuing to hit me there. Make sure she centers on the dick.

“Just hit it hard with the spoon. Aim for the tip.”

Shit, that did hurt. Here she goes again. Ouch. Geezzz, what were you thinking? Owww. Get her to quit.

“Okay, Mom, that hurt. Please stop. I’m sorry.”

“Now, get outside!” She’s not going to let go of exposing me.

Quick. Think of a good excuse. “Please let me stay inside. I might get sunburned and that wouldn’t be good.”

“I didn’t get sunburned. You won’t.”

Oh, thank God. There goes the buzzer on the dryer. My clothes are done.

“My clothes are dry. You need to help me get dressed again. Besides, your mother will be coming home pretty soon and I should be dressed when she gets here.”

That worked. She’s getting my clothes out of the dryer. Oh shit, is that her mother’s car? Better grab the clothes and go into the lavatory. I can pretend I was relieving myself and come out clothed.

“Here Em. Give me my clothes. I have to go to the bathroom. You sit on the couch and I’ll be out in a couple of minutes.”

That’s the front door.

“Hi Emily. Where’s Kenny?”

“He’s in the bathroom getting dressed.”

“Getting dressed?”

Oh shit. Here comes the barrage. I’m dead.

“Why is he getting dressed? Why was he undressed?”

“He got all wet and had to put his clothes in the dryer.”

I’m going to have to go out there. Play it by ear. What else can I do?

“Oh, hi Mrs. Gibson. When’d you get home?”

“Just now. Emily says you got all wet and had to dry your clothes. What happened?”

She looks more concerned over my wet clothes than me being undressed. That’s a relief.

“He got wet from the sprinkler. He made me go outside naked and play in the sprinkler and while he was setting it up, he got all wet too.”

Well now, there goes. The little shit let the cat out of the bag. Now what?

“Why’d you go out naked. You know where your bathing suit is. Why didn’t you wear it?”

“Kenny wouldn’t let me. He said you might get angry if he let me run through the sprinkler. And, if my bathing suit was wet, you’d know he let me do it.”

Now what? Is there any way you can set this conversation on some other topic? Mrs. Gibson is looking right at me. No, she’s staring at me and looks mad. I’m scared. I need Emily to shut the fuck up.

“I, ah, didn’t know how you’d feel about it. I, ah, just wanted her to have fun and get some playtime.”

“First of all, I don’t care if you let her run through the sprinkler. That wouldn’t have been a problem. I guess I’m not too upset over the fact that she was out there naked. But if she is going to be naked, I need to be there too. I am a bit uncomfortable about all of this, Kenny.”

Emily could have shut up at that point but she didn’t. “Kenny got all wet and he asked me to take his clothes off so he could throw them in the dryer. Then you came home.”

“Were you naked in front of her?”

Oh shit, this is unavoidable. If I lie, Mrs. Gibson will just ask why her daughter would lie about something like that right in front of me. I don’t have an answer other than to tell the truth.

“Just for a little while. I kept covered.”

“No, you made me rub you to warm you up. Remember?”

“Where did you rub him, Emily?”

“His arms and legs, his butt, and, oh yeah his peepee.”

“Kenny I’m going to call your mom and ask her to come over here so we can get to the bottom of this. In the meantime, I want you to stand right here and take off all of your clothes. We’re going to have Emily show us what you made her do. Just take off everything and put it on that chair over there.”

I wonder why she wants me naked? Hesitate and deny anything went on. Too late, she’s going to believe Emily’s story. Why wouldn’t she? Better take your clothes off. She’s on her cellphone and I think Mom’s on the other end.

I want Emily to quit staring at me while I strip it’s creepy enough. Down to my briefs, I’ll wait maybe Mrs. Gibson will be satisfied with that. Here she comes.

“No, young man, I said everything. And you keep your hands away from your boy parts. We want to look at them. Apparently, Emily has already seen them.”

What is she going to do to me? Why do I have to be naked? Emily looks puzzled as well. Well, my boner bounced loose. I don’t dare try to cover. I don’t know what Mrs. Gibson would do, if I did.

“Now you just stand there. Your mother will be here in a few minutes. We’re going to have Emily show us how she ‘rubbed’ you.”

Quit staring at my penis, Mrs. Gibson. I guess she has every right to look at it. But, does she have to stare?

“Emily when you were naked did Kenny touch you anywhere you didn’t want him to?”

Oh, God. Say no Em. Tell her no. Don’t tell her I…

“No.”

That was close.

“Are you sure? Did he touch your private area?”

“Not a lot. He put his finger in there and felt pee thing. Just a couple of times. It didn’t hurt.”

Shit!

“Were you naked while he was?”

Let it go, Mrs. Gibson. Stop asking her stuff. Well, maybe this answer will stop the questions.

“No, I had my clothes on while he was naked. I got dressed when we came in. Then he said I had to undress him so he could put his clothes in the dryer. The he said he was cold and I needed to rub him to make him warm. Oh yeah, he told me to pull his peepee real hard. That’s all.”

OMG Mom’s here. I heard the car door. So did Mrs. Gibson. She’s going to her front door.

Mom didn’t waste any time, “Well, now. What’s going on? Why are you standing there naked, Kenny?”

“I don’t know. Mrs. Gibson made me strip and stand here.”

Mom raised an eyebrow, “Why would she do that? It doesn’t sound like something she’ do for no reason.”

Apparently the six-year-old felt competent to answer for me. “He made me get naked and Mom made him get naked.”

“Why did you make Emily get naked?”

“He made me go outside and play in the sprinkler with no clothes on.”

“Okay, what happened then?”

Stop it Mom. Just ask Mrs. Gibson. She knows the whole thing. ’m embarrassed enough.

“He touched my vagina. Right here.” She pointed over her clothes to indicate its location as if Mom wouldn’t know.”

“That true. Did you touch her girl parts?

Don’t lie. She always knows when you’re lying. It will make things worse.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Crandell, I got to touch his boy thing.”

“Were you naked together?”

“No, I got dressed and he made me take his clothes off so he could put them in the dryer. When he got naked, I rubbed him to make him warm up. I rubbed his boy thing and pulled on it and I rubbed the rest of him too.”

Mrs. Gibson spoke up. “I made him strip naked so Emily could show us what he directed her to do. Emily pretend Mrs. Crandell and I aren’t here. I want you to show us what you did while Kenny was naked. Go ahead.”

“I need to go get something first.”

Noooo, she got the damned wooden spoon. I forgot about that.

“He was being bad so I had to spank him. I did this on his bottom. Then he told me boys should be spanked on their boy thing ‘cause it hurts more. So, I did this.

Owwww, that fuckin’ hurt. Shit she did it again. God, she’s improved her aim. It hurts.

Thank God, Mrs. Gibson stepped in, “Okay Emily, you can stop hitting his penis. What else did you do?”

“I grabbed him like this and he told me to pull it as hard as I could. So, I did. Then I rubbed him.”

“Show us how you rubbed him.”

“Kenny, get down on the floor.”

You two have watched her demonstrated the entire thing. Can we stop now?

“Kenny, you just lie there. Mrs. Gibson and I are going to talk.”

Mrs. Gibson ordered, “Emily you need to go up to your room. I’ll let you know when you can come out.”

I wonder what they’re going to do to me. I best just lie here and take what comes…Geeezzzz, they’ve been in there for almost an hour. What are they doing?...Okay here they come.

Mom spouted the results of their meeting. “Kenny, you know what you did was wrong. We don’t think you hurt Emily, but you sure did expose her to some pretty nasty behavior. I think you know if her father was still around, I’d encourage him to beat the living hell out of your bare bottom. But he isn’t. What you have to worry about is what Daddy is going to do to you. You know he will probably do it for Mr. Gibson.

“Mrs. Gibson seems to think you need to spend some time naked to get it out of your system. She doesn’t want you to babysit anymore, and I think you can understand why. But she does want you over here every Saturday, naked as you are now. She is going to use your body to teach Emily and any other little boys or girls whose parents would like about boys’ bodies. They’ll learn the names of body parts and will each have the opportunity to explore any parts of your body that interest them.

“Don’t worry. After the first three or four weekends you’ll get more comfortable about being on exhibition. She will hold the classes on the picnic table in the yard so parents can attend as well.

“I’ve asked her to start her classes a week from now so your bruised backside has a chance to heal. And, it will be bruised. I won’t let Dad stop whipping you until it is.

“Now gather your clothes and let’s go home. You can just carry them. You won’t be wearing anything except for school over the next month or two. I want everyone who wants to see and touch you wherever they desire. Maybe that’ll satisfy your need to be naked.

“I just want you to know when you touched Emily’s vagina you broke the law. You could have ended up in juvenile detention for a couple of years. You can thank Mrs. Gibson for not pushing it. Go on. Thank her.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Gibson. You trusted me with Emily and I let you down. I didn’t mean her any harm.”

“Kenny, over the next couple of months you’ll have time to feel what embarrassment and humiliation is caused by dominance. Not to mention the price you’ll pay tonight when your father applies his belt. Just keep in mind you don’t have the right to make other people, especially girls, to participate in this behavior. I hope you will learn your lesson. Girls are supposed to be off limits. As a boy the same rules don’t necessarily apply. Don’t ask me why. They just don’t. Come over here and let me see what you’re so proud of.”

She’s grabbing my erection and rubbing my balls. I thought this was wrong. So why’s Mom letting her do this?

“He’s really a handsome little stud, isn’t he?”

“To be honest, I haven’t been ‘allowed’ to see him naked for the past couple of years. They even take him alone at the doctor’s office. Keeping him naked for the next few months will be a treat for me as well.”

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