Babysitting Little Dylan 1
By Pilot
pilotstories@yahoo.com
Copyright 2017 by Pilot, all rights reserved
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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
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Babysitting little Dylan - Part 1.
It was a typical sunny
Sunday morning the day my life changed. Friday was the last day of
school and
summer vacation was here! Mommy let me play in the back yard while she
was
talking on the phone with people from work. I ran upstairs, got my
soccer ball,
and dashed towards the back door.
“Dylan, stop right
there!” My mommy yelled before I got to the door, “you know the rules
if you
want to play ball outside.” I looked at her with pleading eyes.
“But mommy I won’t get
messy, I promise.”
“No arguments Dylan!”
She ordered with that fiery mother voice, “strip to your underpants or
stay
inside.”
“Please mommy, can I play in my clothes?” I begged her, “I’m too old to
play in
my underpants.”
“To old? 16 is to old?” She gave me a dumb look, as if what I said was
some
sort of space gibberish. “You are just a little boy Dylan, a little boy
that
always gets messy when he plays outside, now get those clothes off or
I’ll give
your little butt the spanking of a lifetime.”
I knew I went too far,
mommy doesn’t take any backtalk, never has, never will.
“You are being very
disobedient recently, I might have to up your Puericil dose, we don’t
want you
being a naughty boy now do we?” This was more of a command than a
question, but
I certainly got the message.
“I’m sorry mommy, I
didn’t mean to be bad, I am a good boy, I promise.”
I know I sound just like
a little kid, that’s because I really was, mommy put me on Puericil
from a very
young age and I’ve been treated like a little kid all my life, more
importantly
I’ve been expected to act like one also. Mommy is always on my case,
making
sure I’m behaving, keeping me clean and stopping me seeing anything
that’s ‘to
grown up’. I sound
and act like a little
kid because that’s everyday life for me, it was natural. Mommy does
everything
for me, dresses me, bathes me, even helps me go potty! Yes yes, I know
I said
potty, that’s another thing, mommy makes sure I use ‘correct’ words.
Its potty
not toilet. Its pee-pee not penis. Its mommy not mom… you get the
picture.
All of these rules are
to ensure I am being a good boy, and to keep me out of trouble. While I
do get
a lot of spankings, I’ve never done anything super naughty, just
punishments
for doing typical silly little boy things. I love being a good boy for
my mommy
as it keeps her (and my bottom) happy. Sometimes it’s just hard to be a
good
boy, especially when I’m almost/fully naked, it’s not fair. I’m 16, but
because
of that stupid Puericil I look like an 11yo, am treated like a 5yo, and
have
the privacy of a new-born!
I slowly took my clothes
off until I was standing in front of mommy in my iron-man briefs (not
my
choice! Mommy picks what I wear) that were a little on the tight side.
They
hugged my skin, outlining my butt with the bottom of my cheeks poking
out which
added to the embarrassment, not to mention they outlined my pee-pee and
marbles… not that there was much to outline thanks to the Puericil, but
it
makes it much more embarrassing!!!
Every one that sees me
playing will know how much of a little boy I am. At least strangers
won’t know
how old I am, they usually think I’m a brave 11-year-old… (not sure if
that’s
more or less embarrassing, it’s a lose-lose situation).
Mommy sent me outside
and closed the door behind me, just me, my underwear, and a soccer
ball. My
backyard’s quite big, a grass patch big enough for 3 or 4 kids to play
a game
of soccer and a nice concrete patch for mommy’s fancy garden furniture.
I
usually play ball with the set of kids’ goals at the back of the yard,
unfortunately this puts me in prime position should any of my
neighbours look
out of their windows. I nervously walked towards the goals, it was
quite warn
considering it was only 10am.
I played in the garden
for a good 40 minutes, kicking the ball into the goal and doing kick
ups. I
ended up just rolling around on the ground; yes, I know that’s very
childish
but it’s fun.
I was so indulged in
playing, I hadn’t noticed that my underwear had pulled up into my butt
crack,
exposing half my butt!
“Dylan, play time is over, come have some breakfast.” Mommy called me
from the
back door, as I stood up to walk over I looked at my chest and legs and
noticed
I had light grass and mud stains on me, mommy was right, I did get
dirty. It
was my fault, rolling around like a little kid, she will never treat me
like a
big boy if I keep doing silly things like that.
As I walked into the
house I was greeted with a sly smile from my mommy, she was staring at
my
exposed butt!
“Silly Dylan” she cooed, “I know you like showing your little butt off
ha-ha.”
My face turned red as I realised what she was talking about, I squirmed
awkwardly as I readjusted my underwear, causing mommy to giggle more.
“It looks
like my little Dylan did get dirty from playing… what a surprise.” She
sang
sarcastically, I wasn’t that dirty, just mainly on my knees and elbows.
Mommy made pancakes for
breakfast which is my favourite, she made sure my underwear wasn’t
dirty before
I sat down, thankfully they weren’t… naked breakfast would have been
the worst!
I ate my pancakes as mommy explained what we were gonna do that day.
“So, Dylan, mommy has a
bit of cleaning to do in the house, you can play outside while I do
that, I’ll
get a few of your toys so you don’t get bored. Try not to get any
dirtier, I
don’t want to bath you twice today.”
Not the end of the world
I guess… it’s quite warm, plus I’ll have some toys to play with, just
hope the
neighbours don’t see me playing with them. I continued demolishing my
pancakes
as she spoke.
“When I’m done cleaning,
we will quickly go to the grocery store and pick up some things. Then,
if you
are a good boy, on the way home we can stop at the playground for a
bit. And I
have some exiting news about work, but that can wait for later sweetie.”
The plan for the day
wasn’t too bad, no boy likes grocery shopping with their mommy, and the
playground is really fun. Luckily for me, only little kids go to the
playground, so there is very little chance of anyone from my class or
school to
see me… thank god.
Once I finished my
pancakes, mommy went upstairs and got some toys from my room, she
brought back
my favourite dinosaur which is a green T-Rex, a WWE action figure and a
few of
my Hot Wheel cars. Neat, I’ll be able to waste an hour with these.
I spent the next hour
playing with my toys out back, racing my cars, having my T-Rex fight
the
undertaker and most defiantly not behaving like a 16-year-old.
I was just starting to
get bored when mommy called me in, I was told to put my toys away
tidily and
then go to the living room.
Mommy was waiting in the
living room with a pile of my clothes on the couch (as I’ve said, mommy
picks
what I wear).
“Come on sweetie” she
called, “let’s get you dressed and ready to go.”
“Yes mommy” I replied as
I stood in front of her.
Thankfully mommy didn’t
pick out the most childish outfit. She picked a plain baby blue
t-shirt, white
shorts with some surfing boards on them, and white socks and sneakers.
Mommy
took no time in dressing me, pulling the shirt over my head, helping me
step
into the shorts, putting my socks on and tying my shoe laces.
Is it bad that a 16-year-old boy can’t tie his shoe laces? Mommy has
never
taught me how to, because she dresses me every day I’ve never had to,
it’s
embarrassing when I must ask my gym teacher Mr. Reeves to tie them for
me!
All dressed, mommy took
my hand and walked me to the car, I’ve only been allowed to sit in the
front
seat since I was 15! And I have to have a mini booster… talk about
embarrassing.
Once mommy buckles me
in, we are ready to go.
Shopping that day was
like any day… BORING!!! I wasn’t even allowed to push the shopping
cart. We
were there for what seemed like days, going from aisle to aisle. It
took all my
effort to not moan and whine, luckily, I didn’t, we wouldn’t have gone
to the
park and my bottom would be sore.
As mommy was paying for the groceries the lady behind the counter told
mommy
what a cute “little” boy I was. My face painted itself red. I mean I
know I’m
on Puericil and all, but she spoke about me as if I wasn’t even there.
Even
more embarrassingly was mommys reply.
“Thank you! He is my
adorable little boy, but don’t let his looks fool you, he can be a
naught boy
sometimes.”
“I don’t believe you for
a second” the lady replied, then aiming her attention to me, “you
wouldn’t be a
naughty boy, now would you?”
My tongue was frozen,
mommy gave me a stern look, warning me to answer.
“No, I’m a good boy” I whispered, I must have sounded pathetic, the
adults
found it cute.
“He has been a good boy
today” mommy explained, “and I told him he could play at the playground
on the
way home if he was good.”
“You like the
playground?” The lady asked, not expecting an answer, it was obvious I
did. “I
take my niece and nephew there a lot, maybe one day you can join us and
the
three of you can play happily.”
“That can certainly be
arranged” mommy clearly liked the idea. “It can be hard for Dylan to
make
friends considering Puericil isn’t very popular here.” It is hard to
make
friends when everyone sees you as a kid, at least no one in school
bullies me,
they know Puericil is still very new, and is becoming popular, most
parents are
looking for any excuse to put their boys on it.
“It’s a shame, back in
Colorado, every boy is on Puericil” the lady explained, “it’s amazing,
sweet
little boys everywhere causing no trouble, it won’t be long until most
boys
here in California are on it. And I would happily bring Dylan along.”
“Every boy back in
Florida is on it, that’s where Dylan was born, we moved here 2 months
ago when
Puericil became legal in this state. What’s your niece and nephews’
names?”
mommy asked, again they spoke as if I wasn’t there, arranging playdate
without
even asking me… the life of a Puericil boy eh?
“Amy and Ben. Amy is 5
and Ben is 7, Ben isn’t on Puericil but he is a sweet boy, his mother
really
wants to put him on it, maybe seeing how well-behaved Dylan is will
encourage
her to make the move.”
This was a disaster,
I’ve somehow been made to agree to become the friends of a 4 and
7-year-old,
I’m 16 for crying out loud.
“Doesn’t that sound
exiting?” mommy asked with delight, “you will have some nice little
friends to
play with.”
“Yes mommy, that would
be neat.” Again, I must have sounded pathetic.
Mommy and the lady
continued speaking and traded details as they packed the groceries. We
both
said good bye to the lady and walked back to the car. First step was to
help me
into my seat and fasten me up, second step was to put the groceries in
the
trunk, third step was to return the shopping cart, and the final step…
PLAYGROUND TIME!
Strange how one second I’m upset for being talked to like a child, then
the
next I’m bouncing with excitement to go to the playground.
The sun was at full
blast by the time we arrived at the park, it was almost 3pm and the
playground
was quieter than usual despite there still being lots of children
ranging from
4-10 years old, and now one little 16 year old…
I held mommys hand as we walked to the playground as she gave the
typical
little kid lecture, “keep within my eyesight”, “don’t talk to
strangers”,
“don’t be naughty.”
I nodded my head and said “Yes mommy” the whole time.
Mommy sat on the bench
where most of the other kids’ mothers and fathers sat, I ran straight
for the
climbing frame, I love to climb to the top.
“Mommy! Mommy look!
I climbed to the
top!” I balled proudly once I conquered the mini mountain
“My brave Dylan is on
top of the world!” she would shout back. I got a huge rush of joy, as
any kid
would when they show their mother something they have achieved, but the
joy
would quickly turn into embarrassment as I realise I’m a 16-year-old
boy that
is calling for his mommy because he climbed a climbing frame in a
playground.
After a bit of playing,
a boy no older than 9 came up to me, “We are all going to play tag if
you want
to play” he invited.
“Yeah sure” I replied,
glad as the slide gets less exiting after the 20th
time down.
“Ok cool, Elliot is on
it” he pointed to another boy of same age.
“Who else is playing?” I
asked, in case I ended up being ‘it’. The boy pointed out several other
boys
who were also playing, and with that the game begun.
I’m glad that the kids
in the playground think I am around their age, this is one of the few
times
that I am glad of Puericils effects. I may be taller and bigger than
the kids
here, but not by much, and I sound just like them. They probably think
I’m 11
or 12, which yes, is a bit old for the playground, but acceptable.
Puericil is
new to this state, and all the boys that are not on it (almost every
boy) fear
the prospect, and give the ones that are on it a hard time. But it is
getting
popular, when it became legal to buy in Florida it only took 6 months
for every
boy under 21 to be on it. That was years ago when I was 5!
The reason it was only made legal here in Cali 2 months ago was because
some
chemical used was illegal here, I think that’s why anyway, I heard
mommy talk
about it. I also heard mommy say that it won’t be long until the
government
make it mandatory that all boys must be on it.
Well… there goes my hope of being treated like a normal boy before I’m
21.
Tag was great! I was
‘it’ a few times but did well to avoid the dreaded tag. I was truly
enjoying
myself, I didn’t even care that I was playing a kid’s game, if someone
from
school saw I’d never hear the end of it.
All of us were drenched in sweat, breathing heavy and had run out of
the wild,
playful energy young boys have (which the parents will be thankful of
when
there is no issue getting them to bed!).
“Come on Dylan its home
time!” mommy called, despite being gassed out, it seems all of us boys
still
wanted to play.
“But mommy, we are still
playing.” I managed to say in-between gasps of air.
“Dylan, to you want me
to spank you butt in front of your friends?” She warned. My face would
have
turned red if it already wasn’t from the running, all the boys looked
at me and
smirked, knowing that I still get spanked. I didn’t argue back, mommy
would
happily pull my shorts and UNDERWEAR down and beat my butt in front of
everyone.
Mommy took hold of my
hand and gave my butt a few loving taps as we walked out of the
playground, I
heard a few of the kid’s giggle.
At home mommy let me
watch the tv while she put the groceries away, she only lets me watch
cartoon
and kid’s channels. I don’t mind this rule as cartoons are the best!
I happily watched
cartoons until 6pm… BATH TIME! Every day I hope mommy forgets, she
never does.
“Come on Dylan, its bath
time, turn the tv off and come upstairs.”
“Ok, mommy.” I did what
she said immediately, knowing there is no point arguing.
I walked upstairs behind
mommy, I stood behind her quietly as she cleaned and then began to fill
the
bath tub.
Mommy then started to
undress me, first he took my shoes and socks off. I lifted my arms in
the air
as she pulled my shirt off, and I stepped out of my shorts when she
pulled them
done my legs. I was standing there in my underwear, a position I’ve
been in a
million times before, and my face still blushes to this day.
Mommy hooked her fingers
under the waistband of my briefs and slowly pulled them down, over my
bottom
and unveiling my pee-pee. I held on to mommys shoulder as I stepped out
of
them, mommy went and put all my clothes in the washing basket while I
looked
down at my naked body.
I still had some ‘baby
fat’ as mommy calls it, but it’s obvious that I play outside a lot,
mommy says
my legs a ‘shapely’ and ‘beautiful’ which is embarrassing. But not as
embarrassing as my private parts. My butt is round and big which always
puts me
centre of attention with mommy and her friends, and my pee-pee is…
well… small.
My pee-pee is 3 inches long soft, and when it gets all hard and
bothered it’s
about 4 inches long, but it’s quite thin which is the most embarrassing
part,
its only slightly thicker that my thumb! My marbles are also really
small, they
haven’t grown since I was put on Puericil at 5 years old.
Also, as you all
probably know, I have no hair anywhere under my eyebrows, no hair on my
face,
no hair on my legs, no hair on my arm pits and no hair near my pee-pee
and
marbles. It makes me look even more like a little boy.
“Do you need to go potty
before your bath?” Mommy asked.
“Yes, I need to tinkle.”
This is another one of my rules, I am not allowed to go to the potty
alone, a
16-year-old boy that can’t tinkle without mommy.
Standing over the potty,
mommy took hold of my little pee-pee with her thumb and forefinger, she
then
gently pulled the skin back.
“Go on Dylan, tinkle
into the potty.” She cooed into my ear, like I was a 4-year-old. A
gentle
yellow stream flowed from the tip of my pee-pee while mommy aimed it.
“Good boy Dylan.” She
appraised me once I finished my tinkle, she than shook my pee-pee a few
times
to get all the drips out, and patted my bottom as we made our way to
the bath
which was now full.
I climbed into the tub
and mommy proceeded to soak me. Bath time was a strange time for me, I
hate the
way I have no control, and that I am washed like a little baby, but I
also love
my mommy and the closeness of bath time is nice. I’m such a confused
child… I
mean teen!
Mommy is very good at
cleaning me, she likes to take her time and make sure I’m squeaky
clean. Mommy
washes my hair which is brown and medium length, she warns me to close
my eyes
so the shampoo doesn’t get in them. After that mommy washed my face,
making
sure to get behind the ears. After that she scrubs my back, arms, and
chest, she
always tickles my armpits making me sequel and giggle. Mommy than
washed my
legs and feet, getting the soap in-between my toes (more giggling) and
finally…
you know.
Mommy started my
kneading my bottom, rubbing the soap in, I really like the feeling of
mommy
playing with my butt. As she kneads my butt, her hand slowly goes
deeper, and
deeper into my crack until she starts rubbing my little boy hole. And
as she
has done all my life, mommy slips a finger in my little boy hole to
make sure I
am nice and clean.
I am then turned to face
her, and she begins cleaning my pee-pee and marbles. It’s so
embarrassing when
mommy is touching my pee-pee like that, I should be able to clean
myself, but
mommy always gives me the lecture on how little boys can’t be trusted.
Mommy
rubs all over my pee-pee and marbles, and the inevitable happens, my
pee-pee
gets all stiff. Mommy pulls the skin back and soaps my tip, making me
shudder.
Once my pee-pee is nice and clean, mommy rinses all the soap off me and
wraps
me in a big fluffy towel.
Once mommy finishes
drying me, she walks me to my room naked and sits me on my bed. My
bedroom is
quite simple, all 4 walls are covered with dinosaur themed wallpaper,
my carpet
is green. To the left is my cupboards and wardrobes with all my
clothes. To the
right is my window which overlooks the street, under the window are my
toy
boxes, and straight ahead is my bed. I do not have a tv or computer in
my room,
mommy says I’m not allowed.
I sat on my Ben 10
themed blanket as mommy collected my pyjamas. Imagine the sight, a
16-year-old
boy letting his mommy put his pyjamas on at 7pm.
It’s a bitter sweet moment when mommy puts my pyjamas on. On one hand,
I’m
happy because my pee-pee and bottom are not on display anymore. On the
other
hand, it proves how immature I am, that I am ready for bed at a time
where kids
half my age are still out playing with their friends.
Mommy takes me
downstairs after she dresses me, my bed time isn’t until 8:30 pm. I
usually
have a light supper after my bath, then I could watch some tv, or play
with my
toys until bed time. But tonight, mommy wanted to talk about the
‘exiting news’
she mentioned about earlier that day.
So, there I was, eating
my toast, not knowing that mommy was about to drop the worst news ever.
“Dylan sweetie, you know
how mommy had that promotion at work a few months ago, and we had to
move from
Florida. I know it’s been hard on you, not many boys here are on
Puericil and
not many of them like the things you like. It’s not your fault, some
boys are
more mature than others.”
I looked at mommy
nervously, not knowing where this was going.
“Don’t worry Dylan, you
will settle in fine, and who knows, maybe you and Georgina’s (the woman
from
the grocery store) nephew can become friends when you go on that
playdate.”
I was about to protest
that idea, but mommy continued speaking, not giving me a chance to say
anything.
“I’ve been offered
another promotion Dylan.”
“Will we have to move
again?” I was scared, moving from Florida was horrible, the whole
prosses made me
ill, unless we were going back (or to a state where most of the boys
where on
Puericil), I don’t think I could go through the moving process again.
“No honey, I’d never put
you through that again.” Mommy said that with her heart, I could tell,
I was
relived with that news, she continued.
“But I will have to do a
lot of training for the role, training usually takes a year, and the
hours are
long. I usually get all of the school holidays off, but this training
is full
time, that means I can’t look after you through the summer.”
My heart was pounding,
was she going to let me stay by myself? Was she going to let me prove
that I am
a big boy? All my life I’ve either been with mommy or grandma, I have
never
been left alone for more than 10 minutes! Maybe all the times I have
been a
good boy, all the times I have done what mommy told me to, no matter
how
childish, have played off, maybe mommy can see that I am a mature young
man.
“I’ve hired a
babysitter.”
All. Hope. Gone.
“But mommy” I whined
“I’m a big boy now.”
“Don’t worry Dylan, I
know it’s scary for you, you’ve had mommy and grandma taking care of
you your
whole life. But don’t you worry, I’ve picked a lovely girl, I have
filled her
in on everything, so you don’t have anything to be ashamed of, all you
must do
is listen to her, and be a good boy as she does everything else.”
I was bewildered. A
girl? Mommy hired a girl! Not that a boy would be better, but a strange
girl
will be bathing me and helping me go potty. I prayed for the ground to
swallow
me.
“I think you will like
her” mommy grinned at me, “she is very pretty, her name is Demi, she
lives a
few blocks down.”
“Is she one of your
friends from work?” I asked, I was slowly accepting my fate, even
though bath
time and potty time will be very embarrassing, mommy usually has nice
friends,
“Oh no sweetie, she
doesn’t work with me silly boy, she is only 11.”
WHAT!!!
I gave mommy a dumbfound
look, was she serious? An 11-year-old?
“You’re joking right
mommy?” It was more of a plead than a question.
“Of course, not sweetie,
she will be perfect. She will be more fun than boring old mommy, she is
very
mature and very good at looking after little boys.”
That was it! I could not
believe mommy would do this to me, an 11-year-old girl babysitting a
16-year-old boy. It was outrageous.
“I’m not a little boy!”
I was angry, it was not fair, I’m not allowed to aim my own pee-pee
when I
tinkle and I’m 16, but an 11-year-old can babysit me. “And I do not
need a
babysitter, if you stop treating me like a kid you would see that. An
11-year-old? Are you being mean on purpose? I’m not letting a kid tell
me what
to do. I’m n…”
I didn’t get to finish
my outburst, mommy had already grabbed me, pulled my pyjama shorts down
and
dragged me over her lap.
SMACK!
We were only one smack
in, and I already knew this was going to be one of the worst.
SMACK!
“IM SORRY MOMMY!”
SMACK!
“IM SORRY!”
SMACK!
Smack after smack hit my
poor little bottom. Mommy doesn’t take any backchat.
SMACK!
I was kicking, and
screaming. My pyjama bottoms where halfway across the room by now.
SMACK!
That spanking lasted for
5 minutes, my bottom was red and sore, my face was covered in tears,
sweat and
snot. I could barely stand when mommy took me off her lap.
“Don’t ever speak to me
like that again little boy.” Her voice was just as scary as the
spanking, “You
will do as I tell you, and when Demi is watching you, you will do as
she says
or I will put you over my knee and spank you till the sun turns blue.”
“I’m sorry mommy” I
cried through my tears, “I’ll be good I promise.”
“I didn’t do this
because I’m mean, I did this because you are a little boy, and little
boys need
looking after. It’s not about age, she is a mature young lady. Forget
about the
age Dylan, you are just a little boy without any hair on your
little pee-pee, and she is a young woman who has a brilliant
record
of looking after little kids.”
I didn’t dare to argue;
my bottom was so sore I just accepted my doomed fate.
Mommy didn’t even wait
for me to reply, she cleaned my face with a paper towel and marched me
up to my
room half naked.
“Naughty boys go to bed
early, and in the morning, you will have a better attitude about your
new
babysitter.”
I didn’t have the
strength to reply, the spanking took all my energy from me, and despite
it
being only 7:40 pm, I was very tired. I fell into my bed, laying on my
belly as
my bottom was sore. Mommy then tucked me in and gave me a kiss on the
lips.
“I love you Dylan, I
hate spanking you, but it’s for your own good.”
“I love you too” I
whispered, “I’m sorry for being naughty.”
Mommy stroked my hair
and left, turning the lights off and closing the door behind her, and
within
minutes, I was fast asleep.
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