Teenage Babysitters

Teenage Babysitters 13 to 15

By Nevergrowup
nevergrowup2015@hotmail.com

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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. * * * * *

Part 13

Over the past few weeks Ashleigh and Tara’s experience as babysitters had grown considerably; they were no longer new to the role and had babysat for a number of children of all ages ranging from seven years old as the youngest, up to 13-years-old. During that time, they had spent a great many hours having fun and enjoying themselves enormously; especially when it came to babysitting boys. Both of them had become far more grown up as a result of their newfound responsibilities and seemed more mature than the 14-year-old girls that they were. Almost all of their sittings to date had been uneventful and had run very smoothly indeed, meaning that they had not had to resort to any of the disciplinary measures that were mentioned in their terms and conditions.

They had two or three regular customers who tended to book them up well in advance; such as Phillipa and Nathan who they absolutely loved sitting for, who were of course the parents of one of their favourite children; Curtis. In fact, they already had a booking in the diary for a couple of weeks’ time, where they would be sitting for him for the whole weekend which they were certainly looking forward to enormously, as indeed was Curtis. Most of their bookings however were with a week’s notice, and every so often they would pick up bookings at very short notice, occasionally within hours of when they were required. They avoided saying ‘no’ whenever possible, and so had gained a reputation as being reliable and trustworthy, and never let anyone down.

On Wednesday evening Ashleigh received a phone call from Judith Byrne, enquiring whether it would be possible for them to babysit her two sons on the Saturday for the weekend coming. Ashleigh knew that Tara was available, and so as they had no other commitments confirmed that they were available. Ashleigh asked how old the boys were and was quite surprised to discover that one was 13-years-old and the other was 14, the same age as her and Tara. She was about to ask why the boys needed babysitters when Judith pre-empted her question and explained the reason; “My youngest son Dean is a very nice sensible boy,” she began, “but I feel that I shouldn’t leave him on his own until he gets a bit older. Now although my oldest son Craig is already 14, he is completely the opposite, he is quite immature for his age, and I’m afraid I really wouldn’t trust him to look after himself, let alone keep an eye on his younger brother, and the house at the same time. I would find myself worrying about leaving them alone together and not enjoy my evening out, which is why I want to have a couple of experienced babysitters present. I was talking to a friend of mine, Sylvia Beddington, who used you recently to sit for her two sons, and you came highly recommended,” she stated.

Ashleigh smiled when she heard who had suggested them; the Beddington’s were another lovely family, and both Tara and her had had a truly memorable time babysitting for Crispin and Kelvin, both of whom were very attractive boys. She told Judith that both she and Tara would be happy to babysit for her on Saturday, although she was still a little concerned that one of the boys’ they would be sitting was the same age as them. For some reason an alarm bell was ringing at the back of her mind, and so for the first time she decided to read out the terms and conditions of the booking to Judith, to make sure she agreed with them. “Yes, that all sounds absolutely fine to me,” Judith confirmed, accepting the conditions; “if either of my two boys give you any trouble whatsoever then they will have their father to answer to when he gets back from his business trip,” she said emphasising her agreement. Ashleigh was reassured by Judith’s statement, and took down the details of the booking; the time they needed to be there, the time they would finish and the address. The location was on the other side of town and so Ashleigh would have to ask her father to drop them off, and collect them; Judith would be home around 11.30pm and so her father would pick them up once they had finished.

As soon as she came off the phone to Judith. Ashleigh rang Tara and let her know about the booking and the details. Tara was as surprised as Ashleigh had been when she learnt the ages of the boys they would be sitting; “I wonder if we’ll get to see their willies?” she giggled.

“I doubt it very much,” replied Ashleigh.

“Well you never know,” stated Tara.

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The rest of the week passed by quietly. Ashleigh received a couple of enquiries about babysitting the following week; one for the Thursday evening, which was only for a couple of hours, which she agreed they would do, and the other for the Friday evening, which would finish by 10.30pm, and so she accepted that one as well. She also received a phone call from Sylvia Beddington asking whether they would be available in a fortnight’s time to look after Caspian and Kelvin again for them; this time it would be for an overnight as they were going up to London to see a show for their wedding anniversary, followed by dinner, and they thought they would stay in a hotel rather than having to rush back home afterwards. Ashleigh said that they would be delighted to sit for them again, and not having her diary to hand, instead made a note of the date on her school notepad. At the same time, she also thanked her for recommending them to Judith.

On Saturday afternoon Tara made her way over to Ashleigh’s and the two of them spent a couple of hours chatting together, as well as discussing the sitting appointment that they had for that evening. Ashleigh, in spite of Judith’s assurances was still a little bit uneasy as to whether she had done the right thing in accepting it or not. Tara told her not to worry and said that if anything did go wrong then they would just phone Judith and let her sort the problem out when she got home. Still not entirely convinced, she decided to adopt a positive attitude and when the time came for her father to take them over to Judith’s house, she was feeling much happier. They arrived just before 7pm at a semi-detached house in a quiet cul-de-sac on the outskirts of town; Tara rang the doorbell, and the front door was opened moments later by a slim, quite attractive looking woman in her late 30s. “You must be Ashleigh and Tara,” she declared smiling, “hello, I’m Judith, please come in.” The two girls entered and were taken through to the lounge, where the three of them spoke with one another. “The boys are upstairs in their rooms at the moment,” she stated, “I will call them down in a moment and do the introductions before I go.” She then proceeded to explain the layout of the house to them; pointing out where the bathroom and kitchen is; “I’ve put some snacks in the fridge for you, and there are plenty of soft drinks for you to help yourselves to as well. Now do either of you have any questions at all?” she asked. Both girls shook their heads. “Well if you need to get hold of me at all, you have my number,” she said, “now I’ll get the boys to come down to meet you.”

Judith went out into the hall and shouted up to Craig and Dean to come down, before returning to the lounge. As she continued talking to Ashleigh and Tara the boys appeared; Craig stopping dead in his tracks as he stared open mouthed at the girls, a look of complete shock and astonishment on his face. “Ah, there you are boys,” Judith remarked; “Craig, Dean, this is Ashleigh and Tara, who are your babysitters for this evening.”

“B-but mum, they can’t be,” uttered Craig, looking completely nonplussed; “they go to my school, they’re both in the same year as me, so they can’t be my babysitters,” he complained, sounding quite stroppy.

“I’m sorry Craig, but I’m afraid they are your babysitters; your attitude now is exactly why you need to have babysitters, if you learned to grow up and act your age then you wouldn’t need to have them,” his mother replied forcefully.

Both girls looked a little alarmed at Craig’s reaction, as a difficult silence prevailed, which was only broken when Dean spoke; “Hi, I’m Dean, I’m please to meet you,” he said, “don’t be too concerned about Craig, he’ll be fine once he gets used to it,” he announced, glancing across at his brother and receiving a very icy stare back. Ashleigh and Tara instantly warmed to Dean, and each of them immediately understood Judith’s remarks about Craig’s immaturity, which they were now witnessing for themselves.

“Would you excuse us for a moment,” Judith stated as she left the room, taking Craig with her, leaving Ashleigh, Tara and Dean to talk amongst themselves. The two of them returned a few moments later with Craig looking quite sullen, having clearly just been given a good talking to by his mother. “Okay, well I’m off now,” she announced; “be good boys, and do as Ashleigh and Tara tell you.” With that, she told the girls again to call her if they experienced any problems, and that she would see them around 11.30pm. She disappeared into the hallway, they heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, and that was it; Ashleigh, Tara, Craig and Dean together for the next four hours.

As it happened as soon as the front door closed Craig walked out of the lounge and went upstairs to his room, leaving just Dean and the two girls. The three of them sat down on the two double sofas; the girls on one and Dean on the other, as they chatted to each other. Ashleigh and Tara were surprised at how different Dean was from his brother; he was a very good-looking boy, slim with short dark curly hair, brown eyes and glasses; he was very easy to talk to and the conversation between the three of them flowed almost continuously. He apologised for Craig’s behaviour and said that his brother would calm down after a bit and would probably join them in a little while. He organised some drinks for the girls and they continued to chat together, until there came the sounds of movement in the kitchen; “That sounds like Craig,” Dean said, “I’ll go and see if he is going to join us.” He disappeared through to the kitchen and the two girls could hear voices, which seemed to be getting louder.

“Oh dear, it seems as though they are arguing,” Tara commented, looking worried.

“No! I am not coming in to join you,” a loud voice exclaimed; “I don’t need babysitting, I’ve already told you that, and I certainly don’t need those two fucking twats telling me what to do.”

The two girls could hear Dean trying to calm his brother down, but he didn’t seem to be having much effect.

“Come on,” declared Ashleigh, getting up from the sofa “we’re in charge, and we need to do something.” Just as she said this there was another loud shout from the kitchen;

“I said leave me alone you little twerp,” followed by sounds of a scuffle and then of objects breaking.

Both girls dashed through to the kitchen where they found Dean and Craig rolling around on the floor together, with Craig having the upper hand, and watched as he landed two hard punches on his brother’s body. Dean, retaliated by hitting his brother back, with a well-aimed fist into his stomach. Over by the fridge they could see where glasses had been knocked over and smashed, with pieces strewn across the floor.

“Stop it boys this instant!” Ashleigh yelled, as she and Tara both tried to intervene to separate the boys from fighting. Tara grabbed hold of Craig and attempted to pull him away from Dean.

“Get off, don’t you touch me,” he cried out, angrily shoving Tara at the same time. Unfortunately, Tara was thrown completely off balance by Craig’s push and fell awkwardly crashing against the table, banging her head and left arm as she did so.

“Ouch!” she yelped in pain, as she landed in a heap on the floor.

Part 14

“THAT IS ENOUGH!” shouted Ashleigh at the top of her voice at the two boys, causing both of them to stop at once, as she went over to make sure Tara was okay. She helped her up from the floor and pulled out a chair for her to sit on, noticing immediately the red marks on the side of her face where she had knocked her head, and on her arm which she had bashed against the table. Ashleigh checked to make sure she wasn’t hurt anywhere else, and was quite relieved to discover that apart from what she had already seen Tara didn’t seem to have any other injuries anywhere.

Dean and Craig had both picked themselves up from where they had been writhing together on the floor and were now standing there in complete silence with rather guilty looks on their faces about what had happened. As she looked up from where she had been tending to Tara, she noticed them staring at her and Tara. “Well I hope you are both satisfied,” she stated forcefully; “we will discuss this incident once I have cleared up this broken glass, and straightened things up in here, but I can assure you that both of you are in big trouble, and just you wait until your mother gets home.” The two boys glanced at each other, before hanging their heads in shame, both of them knew they were in a lot of bother. “Now I suggest that the two of you go and take your showers and get changed ready for bed; then once you have done so you come back down to the lounge so that we can sort this mess out, whilst Tara and I will discuss amongst ourselves what we intend doing about it. Off you go,” uttered Ashleigh sternly.

The two boys didn’t argue and made their way out of the kitchen. As Dean followed Craig out into the hallway, he turned around and apologised for his behaviour; “I’m really sorry,” he said, “that wasn’t meant to happen, I was just trying to get him to grow up” he stated nodding in Craig’s direction, before shaking his head and continuing on upstairs, looking extremely unhappy.

Once the boys had gone upstairs Ashleigh set about clearing up the broken glass, leaving Tara sitting at the kitchen table, resting for a while to give her time to recover from her fall. “I have to say that although we caught the two of them fighting I don’t think Dean was to blame for what just happened,” Ashleigh stated, “I think he was trying to get Craig to be more reasonable and come and talk to us in the lounge, but unfortunately their discussion got out of hand, as we both heard and they ended up having a major disagreement,” she continued. “What do you think?” she asked Tara.

“Yes, I agree,” she replied. Dean is a really nice boy, and is more than capable of looking after himself, but as he is only 13, his age is stopping this from happening; he also has an older brother who is clearly incapable of acting his age and is quite frankly a liability,” she stated, making her views about Craig abundantly clear.

“So, what are we going to do about it?” Ashleigh asked. “I feel that we have to do something, but I don’t want to turn both of them against us.” The two girls were silent for a few moments before they weighed up the various options that were open to them; after a short discussion they reached an agreement as to how they were going to move forward and deal with the situation that had arisen without losing their authority.

Having finished clearing up in the kitchen Ashleigh and Tara went back through to the lounge and sat down on the sofa, waiting for the boys to arrive. After about 10 minutes Dean and Craig appeared wearing tee-shirts and night shorts having showered and got themselves ready for bed. The two boys were very quiet and sat themselves down on the opposite sofa.

“Well boys,” began Ashleigh, “I have to say that I am extremely disappointed in your behaviour this evening. Tara and I agreed to come any babysit for you so that your mother could go out and have an enjoyable evening. What is she going to say when she finds out what has been going on in her absence? I would imagine that she will be furious; she has already explained to us that if you acted up and caused mischief then she would leave it to your father to discipline you when he returns home, and I don’t expect either of you would want that to happen,” she divulged . Both boys were looking directly at her as she spoke, and each of them shook their heads in dismay; they certainly didn’t want to be punished by their father.

“We are not your enemies,” Ashleigh continued, “we are all of a similar age and there is no reason at all why we shouldn’t get on well together and be friends; yes, Tara and I are in charge because your mother has put her trust in the two of us to look after you, which is made very difficult when you are rude, obstructive and naughty, although I have to say that seems to apply more to you Craig, than to Dean.” As she said this Craig opened his mouth and started to say something, but received a nudge from Dean and so closed it again, and so as to avoid any eye contact with Ashleigh, he looked down at the floor instead. “Because of what has taken place I’m afraid that we need to take some sort of action; what that is depends entirely upon you; there are two options,” she confirmed. “The first is your mother will be informed of what’s been going on when she returns home later and she or your father will deal with your punishment, and bearing in mind there is a pile of broken glass in the kitchen, and Tara’s bruised face which will need explaining. The second option is that Tara and I will punish you, in accordance with the disciplinary measures that are set out in our babysitting terms which your mother agreed to,” Ashleigh disclosed, “so boys, which is it to be?”

Dean and Craig looked at each other disconsolately; neither of them was happy with either of the options that Ashleigh had provided for them to choose from. “What would be the punishment if you were to do it?” Dean asked.

Ashleigh glanced across at Tara before she responded; “it would involve both of you receiving a spanking,” she stated.

“What?!” Craig reacted in a loud voice; “well that’s not going to happen; I’m not going to be spanked by either of you two,” he retorted.

“That’s fine,” Ashleigh replied, “if that’s your decision, then we’ll leave it up to your mother to arrange your punishment, I’m sure after what we tell her, and she sees the glass and Tara’s face that she will arrange a far more severe punishment, and that your father will give you both a spanking that will be a lot harder than the two of us can manage.”

“Wait! I haven’t agreed to that,” exclaimed Dean, and turning towards his brother he began speaking to him urgently, but at the same time very quietly, so that the girls couldn’t hear what he was saying. Craig responded back, and the two of them engaged in a very animated whispered debate which lasted a good few minutes as they discussed the two options that they had been given. Finally, they seemed to reach a consensus of opinion and both of them turned to face the girls. “We have reached a decision,” Dean announced, but before we tell you what it is Craig has something to say to you both.”

As Dean finished speaking, so the two girls almost immediately looked across at Craig, in anticipation of what he was about to say. Craig in turn stared back at them; he initially appeared not to be going to say anything, until after a few moments he cleared his throat and spoke; “I just wanted to apologise for my behaviour this evening, and for anything that has caused either of you any upset. I’m sorry.”

Ashleigh and Tara were both surprised to hear Craig’s apology, but none-the-less accepted it. Ashleigh was about to acknowledge this when Dean spoke again; “With regards to our unacceptable behaviour this evening; Craig and I have discussed the matter and the two of us have agreed that if we are to be punished, then we would prefer that our punishments are delivered by you rather than our mother or father,” he stated; the two boys looking decidedly unhappy.

“Thank you for coming to a decision, and thank you Craig for your apology,” Ashleigh said, nodding at the older boy. “Well, I think the sooner we get this over with, the better,” Ashleigh commented; “Dean, as yours will be the lesser of the punishments we will do yours first. You will receive twelve spanks; six from each of us, so please step over here, oh, and please take your tee-shirt off so that it doesn’t get in the way.” Dean did as he was told, removing his tee-shirt and walking over to where the girls were seated. “Okay, I want you to lean across my lap,” Ashleigh instructed, “but first of all you need to lose these,” she stated reaching out and yanking Dean’s shorts down, revealing his soft willy, with a neat patch of pubic hair above it. Ashleigh had been so quick, that Dean had no time to react, and no time to protest, before he found himself across her knee, receiving the first six spanks on his naked backside. Ashleigh didn’t go too hard on Dean, as she felt he wasn’t the main perpetrator, although his bottom was a little red by the time she had finished. Dean had been very good and although he had flinched a couple of times, he accepted his punishment from Ashleigh, and then moved over so that he was across Tara’s lap. She was a little more severe and her spanks were much harder than Ashleigh’s causing him to let out the occasional yelp of discomfort. Once the last of his twelve spanks had been delivered, he got up from Tara’s lap, and as he did so he discovered much to his embarrassment that he had become aroused by his punishment and was now standing there with a boner; his 4-inch cock sticking out in front of him. Ashleigh and Tara immediately noticed this and smiled; “It looks like you enjoyed being spanked,” Ashleigh said grinning. Dean went to pull his shorts back up, but Ashleigh told him to leave them where they were and to put his arms down by his sides. “You will stand like that until we have finished as part of your punishment,” she stated, as Dean stood blushing bright red.

Across on the opposite sofa Craig had stared open-mouthed with a look of fear and terror on his face as he watched his brother being punished. He knew that they were going to be spanked, but he certainly hadn’t expected it to take place with them being naked, and lying across the girls’ laps. He hadn’t seen his brother naked for a couple of years, not since they started secondary school, the two boys tending to keep themselves to themselves, and so he was now gazing at Dean’s erect cock which was sticking out in front of him and his pubes. As he sat there, he could feel, much to his consternation, his own cock stirring in his shorts.

“Okay Craig, it’s time for your punishment,” Ashleigh announced.

“I’m not being spanked naked,” Craig uttered vehemently.

“You will do as you are told,” Ashleigh stated fiercely, “and if you refuse then I am going to ring your mother straight away,” she said forcefully.

Craig wasn’t expecting Ashleigh’s reaction and realised that he really didn’t have any choice. He got up from the sofa, removed his tee-shirt without being asked and moved to stand in front of the two girls. “Because of your disruptive behaviour, you will receive the greater punishment,” Ashleigh stated, “you will be spanked eighteen times; six by me and twelve by Tara; this time Tara will go first.” Craig having resigned himself to the inevitable stood there as Tara reached over, took hold of his shorts and pulled them to the floor. As she did so she gasped in amazement, his cock was sticking up in the air in front of her, but what had surprised her was that it was smaller than Dean’s, at just about 3-inches and he was completely smooth; even though at 14-years of age he was a year older than his brother, he hadn’t yet started puberty. Craig stood there his face scarlet in embarrassment as Ashleigh and Dean both gazed at him in astonishment. Tara, having regained her composure, pulled Craig down over her lap and began spanking him; he let out several yelps of pain as she delivered her twelve spanks swiftly, one after the other, before it was Ashleigh’s turn to administer the final six. Once she had finished Craig stood up, sniffling a little and looking somewhat ashamed of himself. Whilst Craig had been receiving his punishment Dean had been watching with interest and had absent-mindedly been playing with his cock; something which had not gone un-noticed by Ashleigh.

Craig was now standing alongside Dean, both boys naked and their cocks still hard. Ashleigh grinned as she took her phone out of her pocket and took a couple of photos of them; “just for insurance purposes,” she stated as she glanced across at Tara. “Now boys, you each seem to have quietened down somewhat, which is no doubt due to your spankings and also being naked, which seems to have had an effect on your cocks, which I am sure both of you enjoy playing with. Indeed I have already seen Dean playing with his as he watched Craig being spanked just now, so I think as a further punishment, although I’m sure this one will ultimately be an enjoyable punishment Tara and I would like to watch as the two of you play with your own cocks and then with each other’s, so off you go.”

Both boys initially looked quite stunned at her request; Dean however was actually feeling quite horny; he had never been naked in front of any girl before; having received a naked spanking from them had been quite a turn on for him, and then seeing his brother naked for the first time in three or four years and discovering that he was completely smooth with a cock smaller than his own was quite an amazing experience. He had now been told to play with himself in front of the girls, and then wank his brother Craig which he was really quite excited about. He looked about him, first at Craig, and then at the two girls, before wrapping the fingers of his right hand around his cock and sliding them up and down his shaft. Craig watched in surprise as his younger brother took the lead, before he too grasped hold of his smooth cock and began to stroke his fingers up and down it; he had of course wanked before, but never with his brother, and never with anyone else watching, let alone two girls from the same year as his at school. Ashleigh and Tara stared in delight as Dean and Craig wanked themselves, before turning towards one another and swapping over, so that they were now both playing with, and manipulating one another’s cocks. Neither of them had ever touched another boy’s cock before, but as soon as they had it in their hands, each of them grinned at one another and began joyfully stroking it; moaning and groaning as they delighted in the wonderful, pleasurable sensations they were producing for each other. They continued masturbating each other until each of them brought the other to climax;

“Oh God!” yelled Dean, “I’m cumming! Aaaaaagh! Aaaaaaagh! Mmmmmmfff! Aaaaaaagh!” he shouted as Craig took him over the edge and he spurted cum all over his stomach, groin, and his elder brother’s fingers. Before moments later Craig also cried out in ecstasy as he too was wanked to a satisfying conclusion by his younger brother;

“Ooooooh! Aaaaaaaagh! Mmmmmmffff! Aaaaaaaagh!” he yelped as he succeeded in producing several watery squirts over Dean’s hand and his groin.

Both boys then staggered across the lounge, their legs rather wobbly, grabbed a pile of tissues from the box on the side table, and lay back on the sofa they had vacated earlier, breathing deeply. As they recovered from their enjoyable exertions Ashleigh and Tara observed them with smiles of contentment on their faces.

Part 15

The rest of the evening went better than anyone could have expected. It was as though the punishment of Dean and Craig was exactly what was needed to calm the two boys down, and make them realise they were teenagers and not young children. Dean was by far the more sensible of the two, even though he was a year younger than Craig, and whilst he was boisterous at times, he was always the brother that remained calm and level-headed whenever there was a problem, whereas Craig would show his immaturity and just go into a rant. Tonight was the first time that either of them had been spanked for a very long time, and whilst neither of them was happy at being punished in such a way it seemed to provide a release for them, and was almost as though it was providing them with an opportunity to turn over a new leaf. Certainly, Ashleigh and Tara were quite surprised in their change of attitude and their more relaxed appearance and state of mind.

Once the boys had recovered from wanking each other off and had cleaned themselves up they both sat chatting away to the girls, but at the same time they remained completely naked. Ashleigh had planned to tell them they needed to stay naked for the rest of the evening, however found that it wasn’t in fact necessary as both boys surprisingly seemed to be entirely comfortable with their new-found nudity. At one point the boys went through to the kitchen and poured some drinks for them all, bringing them back into the lounge, along with the sweet and savoury snacks that Judith had left for them in the fridge earlier. At half-past ten Ashleigh advised them that it was time for bed, and both boys got up from the sofa, picked up their clothes and started to make their way towards the lounge door; as they got to the girls sofa they paused and thanked Ashleigh and Tara for sitting for them, and apologised that they had got off on the wrong foot together.

“Well, it was just unfortunate that we had to resort to giving you a punishment,” stated Ashleigh. “Tara and I can see what a difference has come over both of you in a very short space of time, particularly you Craig,” she confirmed glancing at him. Don’t worry, we won’t let your mother know about the difficulties we encountered at the beginning of the evening; that can be our little secret,” she said smiling as she reached out and gave each boy’s willy a squeeze, resulting in grins appearing on both their faces. Tara meanwhile gave each boy a friendly slap on their backsides and sent them off to bed laughing and giggling.

Once the boys had gone up to bed Ashleigh and Tara spoke amongst themselves;
“Well that was an interesting experience,” Ashleigh began, “I certainly wasn’t expecting to have to deal with issues like that, although fortunately everything worked out fine in the end,” she stated, quite relieved.

“Yes, it was rather challenging,” Tara agreed, “but I think you handled it superbly, and what an awesome overall achievement; you practically had them eating out of your hand by the end of it,” she commented. “You did a fantastic job Ashleigh, well done!” she congratulated.

“It was a team effort,” Ashleigh replied, “and we got the right result at the end of the day,” she concluded smiling.

“Absolutely,” Tara said with a huge smile on her face; “two naked boys, two hard cocks and some wanking.” Ashleigh grinned and giggled at Tara’s summing up of the situation.

The two of them spent the next half an hour or so going around checking to make sure everything had been tidied up and put in place, and by the time Judith returned home at just after ten past eleven, they were sat in the lounge talking together. Judith asked them if everything had been okay and Ashleigh confirmed that it had all been fine; although she mentioned that there had been a slight accident in the kitchen and that two or three glasses had got broken, but they had swept up the glass and put it carefully in the bin. She also said that the boys had been chatting with them happily and had gone to bed around half past ten. Judith was delighted to hear that everything had gone well and thanked them both for their services; “I wasn’t sure how the boys would react, especially Craig,” she stated, “and to be honest I spent the evening half expecting to receive a phone call from you, and was delighted that I didn’t. Now, my husband, Claude gets back from his business trip on Tuesday, and we have been invited out for dinner next Saturday; so, I was therefore wondering whether the two of you would be available to sit for the boys again next weekend,” she asked.

Ashleigh and Tara exchanged glances between them and nodded; “Yes, we could both manage that,” she stated.

“That’s wonderful,” Judith replied smiling. “I will call you during the week to confirm everything,” she stated, “I’m sure the boys will be thrilled.”

“I hope so,” grinned Ashleigh.

The three of them carried on chatting until her father arrived to collect her and Tara. Judith paid them their babysitting fee and thanked them again as they made their way towards the car, hopped in, and headed for home.

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The rest of the weekend was a rather quiet and relaxed affair. Ashleigh and Tara had a lie in on Sunday morning until around 10 o’clock, when they were awakened by Ashleigh’s mum, Louise calling up to them, that if they were getting up then she was doing a cooked breakfast; Neither of them needed any further persuasion, as the heady scent of bacon frying reached their nostrils. They both jumped out of bed, took their showers and were downstairs and in the kitchen, timing their arrival to perfection just as Louise was plating up, and sitting down to bacon, sausage, tomatoes, scrambled eggs, mushrooms and fried bread. “Thanks Mum,” Ashleigh stated

“Wow! This looks awesome,” Tara agreed as she tucked in hungrily.

After breakfast the two girls spent another hour together before Tara left to make her way home; “See you tomorrow,” she stated.

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As usual on Monday morning Tara walked over to Ashleigh’s and the two of them continued on to school from there talking enthusiastically to one another as they did so. They had just got inside the main gates at Hillside Secondary School when they heard someone shouting out at them; “Hey Ashleigh, hi Tara, wait up.” They both stopped and turned to look in the direction of where the voice was coming from, and saw Dean and Craig rushing over towards them. As they reached them the two boys faces broke into smiles; “We just wanted to say thanks for not grassing on us after what happened Saturday,” said Craig; “Mum didn’t say anything, other than to tell us that you will be babysitting for us again this Saturday. That will be really cool,” he uttered.

“Yeah Thanks Ashleigh, Tara,” Dean stated, backing up what his brother had just said. “You could have really dropped us both in it after our behaviour, but you didn’t, and we appreciate that enormously. You are great guys, and we can’t wait for Saturday to arrive; I think we are going to have a brilliant time,” he echoed. “See you at the weekend,” he shouted before the two of them dashed off to catch up with a group of boys that were on the path ahead of them.

“Well that sounds positive,” said Tara.

“Yes, it does,” Ashleigh replied; “I think we have made our mark with them, and I definitely agree with what Dean had to say.”

“What was that?” Tara enquired.

“That we are going to have a brilliant time on Saturday,” she declared, before lowering her voice, “especially with two naked boys around to keep us entertained,” she said as a huge grin appeared on her face. Tara giggled, as the two of them continued along the pathway towards their classroom.

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The next few days were standard run-of-the-mill affairs, with both the girls at school and attending their normal lessons. Judith had rung on Wednesday evening to confirm the arrangements for Saturday’s babysitting, so that was now confirmed. Tara had a dental appointment on Thursday afternoon, so had finished school slightly earlier than normal, but was waiting for Ashleigh when she arrived with her father at just before 7pm to pick her up for their babysitting appointment that evening, and the start of three successive nights of sitting. This was a very straightforward one, for an 11-year-old girl whose mother and father were attending a parents evening, where pupils were not permitted to accompany them, at a local school; the girls’ were only going to be sitting for a couple of hours, and by half past nine each of them was back home indoors again. Even though it was only a short booking, at £25 for the evening, it still meant that each of them picked up £12.50, which added to their overall earnings since they started their small enterprise.

Friday was another very easy session which was for a husband and wife who played badminton, and Ashleigh and Tara were babysitting for their eight-year old son and ten-year old daughter. By the time they arrived at 7.15pm; Aaron, the boy was in his pyjamas and ready for bed, and three-quarters of an hour later was tucked up in bed and asleep. 10-year-old Megan was also in her nightie, and as it was Friday was allowed to stay up slightly later than normal, however by 9pm she too was in bed. Ashleigh and Tara quite enjoyed the mix of sittings that they did; some were really straightforward where they barely needed to lift a finger, and basically just sat in the lounge of the house where they were required to go watching television, reading or chatting, with the children tucked up in bed, waiting for the parents to return home; others were more involved and they had to physically look after and interact with the children they were sitting for, for a few hours; which for the most part was quite enjoyable, and on some occasions was actually a lot of fun. Mr and Mrs Weston, who they had been sitting for, were back by a quarter past ten, and Mr Weston then dropped each of them back home afterwards.

As Ashleigh climbed into bed that night she snuggled down under the duvet and a smile appeared on her face; tomorrow was Saturday and she and Tara would again be babysitting, but this time it would be for Dean and Craig, and after what happened the previous weekend, this was one session she was really looking forward to.

The next day Ashleigh had a few chores to do around the house to help her mother out, and had also agreed to wash her dad’s car for him, seeing as how he was now chauffeuring her and Tara around quite a lot to their babysitting appointments. She did a couple of errands for her mum, which included going to the post office to collect a package, dropping off some dry cleaning and clearing out the cupboard under the sink. She then spent a good two hours washing and cleaning her dad’s car inside and out, with polished hubcaps and the interior hoovered, it was spotless and looked almost brand new. When her father saw what an excellent job she had made of it he was very impressed. Tara had also had a few household tasks to do, which involved helping change the beds, putting the washing in, and sweeping the patio in the garden. At half past five she headed over to Ashleigh’s where the two of them would be able to talk about the babysitting they would be doing that evening. Unlike the previous weekend, when Ashleigh was rather apprehensive; this time she was completely relaxed and was actually rather excited about it. Her father took the two of them over to the other side of town, and dropped them off at just before 7pm, arranging to collect them at half past eleven. The two girls walked up to the front door and rang the ball, with the door being opened almost immediately by a beaming Craig; “Hi Ashleigh, hi Tara,” he said greeting them warmly; “please come in.”

“Gosh, what a difference to last week,” Tara whispered to Ashleigh, a smile appearing on her face.

Craig closed the door behind them, and they followed him through to the lounge, where Dean was seated on one of the sofas reading. He glanced up as they arrived and as soon as he saw them a huge grin appeared on his face, he put his book down and welcomed them; “Hi Ashleigh, hi Tara, it’s really great to see you,” he stated, “Craig and I have been looking forward to tonight all week.” The girls took a seat on the other sofa, whilst Craig went out to the kitchen to get some drinks for them all. As he returned to the lounge carrying the tray of fruit juices, so his mother came down the stairs, walking into the lounge behind him. She said hello to Ashleigh and Tara, and said how nice it was to see them both, and thanked them for agreeing to sit for the boys again. A few minutes later a tall male in his late 30s appeared; “oh this is my dad, Claude,” Dean said, introducing him to the girls.

His father acknowledged them; “Ah, so you are the two intrepid babysitters who my wife is so impressed with for keeping our boys in order then?” he remarked smiling. “I hope they don’t cause you any problems and are on their best behaviour this evening; if they’re not then you have my permission to give them a good spanking,” he stated, glancing across at Dean and Craig, “and you won’t want that will you boys?” he declared grinning. Both boys stared back at him and shook their heads; they knew he was only joking, but the girls looked a little surprised, especially in view of what happened last week. Claude was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the doorbell; “ah, that will be the taxi, are you ready dear?” he asked turning to Judith.

“I just need to get my coat,” she replied, heading out into the hallway, with Claude following her, and opening the front door. “Be good boys,” they called out, “see you girls around half past eleven,” they shouted.

All four of them yelled back “bye,” and “have a nice time,” before the door closed, leaving them alone. As soon as their parents had gone Dean motioned to Craig; “there’s something we were meant to do,” he announced to the girls; “we’ll only be a couple of minutes,” he uttered, as the two boys made their way out of the lounge and headed upstairs. Ashleigh and Tara chatted with each other as they waited for them to return. After about five minutes they heard the boys coming back downstairs and as they re-entered the lounge huge grins appeared on the girls faces; Dean and Craig had both stripped off and were completely naked, their hard cocks sticking out in front of them. “We wanted to say thank you for not dropping us in it last week,” explained Dean, “and we thought this would be the best way to do it,” he declared, as equally huge grins spread across both of their faces.

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