The Baby-Sitting Job – Chapter 2
By Latebloomer
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The
Baby-Sitting
Job – Chapter 2
I
couldn't be happier. We've moved and I'm at a new school and although
my over protective
mom has kept me on puericil in this school I didn't have to take gym
class and
no one seemed to notice my physical immaturity,
The
fact that I'm short being only 5' 3" means I'm actually under the radar
of
most of the other kids.
Okay,
that's probably not true but what I think is true is that since they
don't have
puericil here and since this school is just the last two years of high
school,
which means the youngest kids are sixteen and the oldest eighteen, the
kids are
more mature.
Even
though like every school there are cliques, like jocks and nerds, since
it's a
Christian school, and bullying is seriously dealt with, and since most
of the
kids are thinking about College and their futures and besides that
they're
dating and have things to do they're too busy to do the things that I
suffered
at my last school, and besides like I said puericil is unheard of here.
It
isn't like I'm suddenly popular or anything like that, but at least I'm
not
getting de-panted and even though I haven't really made any friends I
haven't
made any enemies either, and the other kids just treat me normally.
Like
I said I pretty much try to keep off of everyone's radar, and besides I
still
have all the same stupid childish rules so I couldn't really socialize
any way.
Mom
picks me up right after school, and while I'm allowed to wear jeans at
school
to fit in, as soon as we get home I'm changed into the stupid little
kids
clothes like short pants, and Mom still treats me like I'm six instead
of
seventeen.
I'm
used to it by now and I know better then to put up a fuss. If I do
those shorts
and my underpants come down pretty quick and I find myself, bare bum,
over
Mum's lap getting my bottom burned and the humiliation of crying
begging and
bare bum corner time.
As
far as Mum is concerned my age has nothing to do with the rules, and to
her
seventeen is just a number.
At
my short height and being skinny, obviously I'm small for my age
anyway, and
being still completely bald below my eyebrowes Mom sees no reason to
think of
me as a young man, even if the baldness is her doing by keeping me on
puericil... I think, although she's told me a million times that late
maturity
runs in my dad's family.
I
wouldn't know since my dad died when I was three, but from the pictures
of him
and mom that I've seen he was definitely short like me.
They
did make an odd couple since she's around 6' tall without shoes, but
from what mom
told me they loved each other very much, but she also never to fails to
mention
that he was a rebellious dare-devil who lost his life because he just
had to
ride a motorcycle.
She's
also determined that I won't be like him and to her that means being a
proper
and obedient little boy.
Every
night including weekends, bath time is strictly at 6:45, and bedtime is
strictly at 7 PM, no exceptions, and since I still have some wet
nights, under
my jammies I'm diapered and wear rubber pants.
It's
so frustrating sometimes when I hear kids who are much younger then me
still
playing outside when I'm already tucked up in bed, but Mom is very
strict and I
long ago stopped trying to rebel, and my bottom is grateful.
It
was worse were we lived before because puericil was well known, but
only some boys
took it and everyone knew who we were.
The
humiliations started at about thirteen for most of us puericil boys
back home,
when we were the only bald ones in the changing room and when the
non-puericil
boys saw it the teasing began and worse.
Things
like getting de-panted in the hallway made school life miserable.
Even
friends who I went to elementary school with, but who weren't on
puericil
changed and gave us puericil boys no respect, but the girls were the
worst.
They're
natural maternal instincts started to kick in at about eleven or twelve
and
while they didn't make fun of us puericil boys most of the time, except
for
giggling when we got de-panted, they tended to treat us not like equal
classmates, but like little kids.
Grades
eight through ten were mostly a nightmare in the daytime, even though I
wasn't
the only one, but then Mom got her new job as a Head Pediatric Nurse
and we
moved here everything changed.
Like
I said I still didn't have a normal social life, but because the kids
here
don't know about puericil and because I was allowed to opt out of gym
class,
things were kind of normal.
Like
I also said I didn't really have any friends because of my strict
rules, but
I'm a good student, and that got me some respect, or at least it got me
some
cred, especially when early on our math teacher Ms Ormond asked me to
help a
couple of the jocks.
They
were actually grateful and even though they didn't include me in
anything they
were sort of friends, and that meant other people left me alone.
Then
I got the biggest boost to my ego ever when Beth Moffat asked if I
would help
her with math.
Beth
is the girlfriend of Tom Donaly who is one of the jocks I'd helped so
it wasn't
like I had a chance with her, but at least I'd get to know her some,
and just
being that close to one of the hottest girls in the universe would be
incredible.
Best
part was she treats me nice and like an equal, and even though I know
we could
never be more then just friends, I'm walking on air.
The
fly in the ointment came when she asked if I could come to her place
after
school.
Obviously
I couldn't since Mom picked me up every day right after school, but I
so wanted
to spend some time with her, and at her house no less.
Trying
to be cool I told her that I was busy but maybe the next day. I don't
know what
I was thinking saying that, but I just wanted to keep the dream alive,
and I
thought maybe if I asked my Mom just right there might be a chance.
That
night during supper I told Mom about how I'd been helping other kids
with math,
and she was really proud, and then I sprung the idea on her.
After
interrogating about the who and where, to my amazement she agreed. I'd
be
allowed to go to Beth's house right after school the next day until
five, when
she'd pick me up from there.
Apparently
Mom knew Beth's Mom from some group they belonged to at church, and she
was fine
with me going there, and to top it off she would just drive up and beep
her
horn when she picked me up, she explained, so I had better be ready
because she
had a schedule.
So I
had from about 3:30 until five to help Beth with her math. A whole hour
and
half being with the most beautiful girl in the world.
Yup...
things had definitely changed for the better.
I
wouldn't even have to suffer the embarrassment of Mom coming to the
door and
maybe saying something humiliating, because all I had to do was be
ready to
leave at five.
Honestly,
I'm in heaven.
I
begin to imagine that if I became friends with Beth and Tom, and all
their cool
group I might actually have a social life.
Maybe
Mom was softening since our move here and with puericil not being known
about
here the sky might be the limit.
I
was totally on my best behaviour that night and even when Mom undressed
me for
my bath at 6:45 I was extra cooperative, and after I was diapered and
in my
jammies and while Mom sat on the bed while I kneeled by the bed and
said my
prayers I even said a special bit about how blessed I was to have such
a great
Mummy to look after me.
Mummy
seemed pleased and when she tucked me in bed and gave me a kiss on the
forehead
she even said she was proud of me and that I was starting to grow-up.
The
next day at school I shyly explained to Beth that if she still wanted
my help I
could come to her house that night, but I had to leave at five sharp
because I
had to go to a Karate class, and my Mom would pick me up from her place.
It
was a lie of course but it seemed to impress her and to my amazement
she was
bubbling with gratitude and said we had a date.
A
date.
I
hadn't thought of it like that but it was sort of a date. A date with a
beautiful girl at her house. I really am in heaven.
As I
looked up at Beth, who although we're the same age she's a couple of
inches
taller, I know I blushed and my hairless little peenie suddenly sprung
up. Good
thing it was so small that it didn't show.
Before
I could totally lose my cool she said great and we agreed to meet at
the main
door after the last bell, and we'd walk to her place.
I
could barely concentrate all day. I knew I didn't have a chance with
Beth, but
I'd never spent any time alone with any girl before under these
circumstances,
where we were equals, and I was on top of the world.
We
met at the main doors and she was bubbling. She told me that Tom, her
boyfriend
and as I said one of the jocks I'd helped, told her I was so incredible
at
explaining math and she so needed help because if she didn't pass the
next test
she wouldn't be allowed to go to camp with Tom for the Spring break.
I'd
forgotten that spring break was coming up mostly because it didn't mean
much to
me except that I'd probably spend my days at Mrs. Johnson's while Mom
was at
work.
Mrs.
Johnson wasn't that bad but of course she treated me the same as Mom,
like a
little kid, instead of a seventeen year old, but she wasn't quite as
strict as
Mom and I'd only got a few spankings from her.
She
was a nice older lady and sometimes she'd even break the rules and let
me stay
up late, past my seven o'clock bedtime to watch TV with her, or maybe
we'd do a
puzzle together, and she'd let me stay up as late as eight. Of course
she
bathed me at the regular time and I'd be in my nappies and jammies, in
case I
fell asleep being up so late.
As
if eight o'clock is late for a seventeen year old, but it's true that
because I
was used to the seven bedtime, I did sometimes get yawning and sleepy,
which
was so embarrassing.
None
of that mattered today because I was walking home with Beth, and I
didn't have
to worry about conversation because she filled the air with all her
plans for
Spring break and all the fun her and Tom would have, and she didn't
leave me
out because she constantly, and to my thrill kept mentioning things
like what a
great guy I was for helping her.
She
only lived a couple of blocks from school, which was about a couple of
miles
from my place.
When
we got there she showed me to the dining room table, where we threw our
packs
and after getting us some cold cans of pop we set to work.
She
sat right beside me and I have to say the scent of her perfume and just
the way
she flipped and twirled and played with her hair and her other
movements made
it difficult to concentrate, but I knew this stuff inside out, and it
was easy
to explain.
She
was so cool every time she got something, I have to admit I was totally
and
hopelessly falling in love, but also just happy to be helping her.
After
less then an hour we'd pretty much got her up to speed. Her parents
weren't
home, or anyone else, and once we'd agreed she understood, ‘cause
despite her
insecurity she really wasn't dumb, I still had about a half hour before
my mom
would come.
She
actually seemed happy that we'd have that time to just be together and
she got
us some chips and some more pop.
We
started talking about teachers and other kids, and joking about things,
but not
in a mean way, just things like her saying , "Do you know that such and
such broke up?", or "Wasn't that a great game even though we
lost?"
She
was a cheerleader and I'm sure she didn't have a clue that I'd never
been
allowed to go see a game, but I dutifully nodded as she talked, and
tried to
seem like I knew what she was talking about even though I didn't.
And
then she hit my ego button big time by saying that all the girls,
meaning all
of her cool girl friends, thought I was sooo cute.
She
had that giggle which sounded so great now but which in the past I'd
only heard
from girls when I'd been de-panted and for about a second and a half
she even
touched me leg.
Sproing
went my pee pee. I'm definitely in love.
Just
then in came her younger sister.
In a
way I never experienced before for lack of siblings of my own, they
sort of
said hello with a groan, but also kinda friendly, and then her eleven
year old
sister grabbed a pop and kind of grumpily plopped down at the table
across from
us.
Any antagonism
between them melted and Beth introduced me to Emily, who just sort of
said hi
and then looked at me strange for a second and then just got up and
left.
I
was kind of amazed by the fact that although Emily was six years
younger then
us, she was just as tall as Beth, although skinnier and while Beth had
curves
and pretty big boobs, Emily was still kinda boyish with slim hips, long
legs
and just the beginnings of little boobs.
Beth
turned to me and said not to mind her sister because she's at that age
where she's
sometimes just grumpy for no reason.
After
Emily left, Beth and I continued to talk and she couldn't have been
nicer, and
when I heard the beep of my Mom's car horn, I quickly packed my books
into my
pack, and said I had to go...to Karate, she again told me what a great
guy I
was, and then did the thing that almost made my knees buckle.
She
kissed me...Okay it was only on the forehead, but it was a kiss...from
a
girl...
It
wasn't anything like when my Mom or some other grown-up kissed me...it
was wonderful.
My
peenie sprung up again and my heart was beating so hard I thought it'd
break
through my chest.
At
first I felt rooted to the floor, but eventually I stuttered that it
wasn't a
big deal ab… about helping with math and I rushed out the front door,
walking
on air, flushed and in heaven.
I
jumped into the backseat of Mom's car.
I
wasn't allowed in the front seat, but at least Mom hadn't bought the
oversized
child's car seat I had to sit in when we went for longer trips, and
thankfully
Mom was in enough of hurry that she backed out of the driveway
immediately.
As
we ate dinner Mom asked if I had a good time, and I answered that it
was nice
trying to make out like it was no big deal that I was totally in love.
Disaster
struck the next day.
As
Mummy and I were having dinner she explained that she was going on the
night
shift.
I
knew that meant I'd be baby-sat by Mrs. Johnson, which would have been
bad
enough but apparently that wasn't the case.
According
to Mom, Mrs Johnson wasn't available.
Before
telling me more she looked at me kind of strange, and for the briefest
of moments
my heart skipped a beat.
She
was seriously thinking about me being left on my own...I just knew
that's what
she was thinking...
I
had to encourage that thought by showing how mature I really am, and I
jumped
into the conversation...
"That's
okay mom, I promise to be good, and follow all the rules...I promise
not to let
you down..."
There...I
said it. My plea for independence..
A
smile curled mom's lips and she said that I was getting to be quite a
little
man....but of course it was nonsense to leave me on my own.
No
she had hired a baby-sitter.
A
very mature young lady who would bring me home from school and take
care of me.
As
if my spirit hadn't been broken the bomb dropped...
Her
name is Emily Moffat, Mom said, without acknowledging that she knew it
was
Beth's eleven year old sister.
Mom
further explained that she's a very experienced baby-sitter, and I was
to mind
her as I would any grown-up.
My
head exploded, but words failed me.
Emily
Moffat? The eleven year old younger sister of the girl I loved....
No
way, this couldn't be happening....
My
mouth exploded and as the words flowed I was so busy complaining it
took me a
moment to realize my shorts and underpants were down and I was being
pulled
over Mom's lap.
The
first sting of her hand brought me back to earth, and as usual Mom's
regard for
my opinion or any discussion ceased at my bare bottom.
There
was no further discussion...just the slapping against my bare bum.
Aside
from the shame and humiliation, there was the very real sting and I
quickly
went from rebellious to compliant.
Spanking
was something I was all too familiar with and the procedure never
changed.
Within
seconds I was pleading for reprieve, followed by promises and promises
of being
a "good boy", and then stuttering, sobbing, and more promises of
never doing it again...
None
of which ever helped because mom believed a spanking was only of value
when I
was flowing tears on the floor, mixed with my own snot, and when I
proved my
remorse as expressed by my dangling legs and squirming bottom having
collapsed
into absolute and unquestioning acquiescence as I hung over her
lap...or the
lap of any grown-up.
That
point was usually reached five minutes before she stopped, and when my
bottom
was completely aflame and my earlier flailing arms and legs were barely
making
any further objections.
Then
and only then would she stop...
But
the reprieve was brief because then it came time to make sure my mind
had been properly
changed and while I still lay across her lap, red bottom throbbing, we
would have
our discussion, and if my tear filled sobbing answers weren't
appropriate, my
bottom, now directly connected to my thoughts, became further induced
by
another round of hard slaps.
My
repeated "I'm sorry Mummy...I'll be good Mummy" was only the
beginning.
"Are
you ever going to argue with me again Timmy"...."No Mummy...noooo
Mummy I promise"....
Followed
by....
Why
did I talk back in the first place, why can't I be a good boy, all
punctuated
by further spanks.
My
mom was not a person to be trifled with, and I honestly didn't mean to
disappoint
her...
She
knew what was best, and I knew that and it was that simple.
I
was also very aware of the "slapper" hanging on the kitchen wall.
It
was the instrument that was my secondary corrector.
It
had a round wood handle and a six inch long by three inch wide leather
strap
that's designed in such away that when it's brought down onto my bare
bum the
leather strap snaps and stings beyond belief.
It
stings like a thousand bees or something like that, but it doesn't do
any
bruising or anything, it just burns.
When
mummy uses that on me it seems like my bum is in flames.
Her
strong hand is bad enough, but if I've earned a spanking with the
slapper my
behind would be red and burning from the top of my bottom to the
sensitive part
between my bum and legs.
This
time it was just her hand...
Then
I got to contemplate my punishment as I stood in the naughty boy
corner, my
bottom red, bare, and throbbing, and my arms at my side.
No
touching my burning, throbbing bum was allowed!
My
under pants if I hadn't kicked them off are down around my ankles, but
my short
pants are always long gone, kicked off early into my spanking...
I
stood sobbing and with tears rolling....
Corner
time was always long enough that I eventually came back to reality...
The
reality that at seventeen I was standing in the corner with a bare bum,
and the
fact that I had to do better to avoid this happening again.
I
knew better then to argue with Mom so why did I?
Obviously
it was because of who she'd chosen to be my baby-sitter.
How
was I ever going to deal with this...
My
baby-sitter was going to be the eleven year old younger sister of the
girl I'd
just fallen in love with...
My
baby-sitter was going to be a girl six years younger then me. A girl
who would
have all the authority of a grown-up over me.
That
meant she would be bathing me, dressing me, and putting me to bed...and
lord
forbid...she'd have the authority to spank me...
Not
to mention what life was going to be like at school once everyone
knew...and
all my dreams about being friends with Beth and Tom, and the cool
kids...I was
in hell.
It
was Emily who came to the rescue...
Sort
of a rescue...and sort of humiliations I'd never contemplated before.
Still it
was the best of what could have been worse.
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A
deal...
After
seeing Timmy with my sister the decision was easy for me...I mean like
he's
just like his mom Amanda had said...a little kid.
Okay
he's not like eight, but he's short, scrawny and totally immature
looking, and
I mean in ways that are obvious...
Gawd...
next to Ramone he'd look like a third grader...you know....
Definitely
I can do this baby-sitting of a boy six years older....
Most
importantly I had the one thing that was most important...real power...
I'd
bet a zillion dollars that the last thing little Timmy would want is
for my
sister Beth, and everyone at his school to know is that he was being
baby-sat
by eleven year old me....
Honestly...I
would never tell anyway... that'd be way to mean and I'm not a mean
person....besides I'd promised Amanda not to tell about the
puericil...but of
course up until now I hadn't promised not tell about being his
baby-sitter...even if I wouldn't...
But
he didn't know that...
When
after I met Timmy with Beth and I realized who he was I have to admit I
called Alice
and we couldn't help but have a couple of laughing fits...
But
then even Alice got down to business and we formed a plan....
I
asked Timmy's Mom Amanda if it wouldn't be a good idea to tell Timmy
that I
promise not to tell anyone...about me being his baby-sitter...as long
as he
agreed he'd be an obedient little boy...
Amanda
said that wouldn't be necessary, but after I said that maybe it would
make him
feel better, she agreed...
If
he would be an obedient little boy for me then no one would find out,
or if he
wasn't then I'd tell my sister and everyone would know...
I'm
now totally into this...complete authority, including spanking, over a
boy six
years older then me...and time with Ramone...and serious steady
income...
Alice
was kinda jealous but in a good way, especially because she knows that
I'll
share some of the money by buying us both stuff, and because she'd get
to be a
part of everything...bff's in everything...
Well
except for the parts with Ramone, but that's okay because she totally
has the
hots for Ramone's best friend Carlos and I know he's hot for her
too....I'm in
heaven.
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After
the corner time and as I stood before Mommy who was sitting on the
spanking
chair, holding both of my hands, and while I was still bare naked from
the
waist down we had our talk.
Or
rather Mummy talked and I listened...
She
explained the facts which were simple.
Miss
Emily would be my baby-sitter and I was to think of her as grown-up
mature
young lady, which compared to me is exactly what she is, and I had
better
understand that.
With
my head down as Mummy talked, and seeing my small hairless peenie it
was hard
to deny the truth, and I almost started to sob again, but instead with
my lips
quivering I agreed with Mummy.
To
prove how mature Emily was compared to me, Mom explained that Emily had
accepted the job as my baby-sitter but she had explained to Mom that
she
understood it might be embarrassing for me, so she promised that as
long as I
was a good obedient little boy her sister Beth nor anyone else would
ever have
to know.
I
know it may sound stupid but honestly I'd never been so relieved in my
life.
I
know. Here I am seventeen and about to be baby-sat by an eleven year
old, but
there was nothing short of running away that would change that, and
running
away was out of the question.
I
could never defy Mummy by running away and where would I go...probably
straight
to reform school or worse...no running away was out of the question.
Emily,
or rather Miss Emily as I was now to call her since she's a
"grown-up" actually saved my life.
I
could go on at school like nothing happened and still have, what for
me, is a
normal school life.
Besides
if Emily takes after her sister Beth she can't really be a bad person.
Okay
I'm not in heaven anymore but I'm not in hell either...maybe
purgatory?...
whatever that is?
The
one thing I knew was that I was going to do my best to be a good boy
for Em...
er... I mean Miss Emily...I have to remember to call her that...
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I'd
totally decided that I was going to treat this just the way Amanda
said, and
I'd just deal with Timmy as if he was a little kid... which he really
is, and
I'd just forget about his age...
The
first day I went to Amanda's wasn't to actually baby-sit, even though
she was
paying me for my time, it was for Amanda to take me through Timmy's
routine's,
starting with meeting him after school and going home on the bus
together.
Amanda
picked me up at my school which because it's an Elementary school,
grades
kindergarten to seven, and where I was in grade six, we got out half
hour
before the Senior High school, grades eleven and twelve and where Timmy
went
and where he was in grade twelve, and which was only three blocks down
the same
Street.
We
stopped half a block from his school at this little park were Timmy is
to meet
me, everyday.
That
was my idea 'cause there are kids at his school who know me 'cause of
my sis
and it could get weird if I met him in front of his school.
When
Timmy got there Amanda introduced me even though we'd already met at my
house
when he was tutoring Beth, but this time while he was introduced as
Timmy, I
was introduced to him as Miss Emily, which was totally awesome...and
his face
was like burning red the whole time and he couldn't look me in the
eyes...
I
figured I'd start with attitude and with the way things would work so I
said to
Amanda like I was speaking about a five year old, and trying to sound
totally
confident, "Amanda, what a cute little boy he is..."
Amanda
picked up on that but I think to her that just sounded normal and she
said that
he was a good little boy most of the time, but he still needed very
strict
looking after.
Trying
not to giggle I told her she didn't need to worry because I'd take good
care of
her little boy and that I would be very strict...
It
was awesome talking this way about her seventeen year old son, who's
like six
years older then me as if he wasn't there...it was totally cool...and I
really
did feel like an adult.
The
plan was that Amanda would drive home while Timmy and I would walk the
opposite
way from his school, with me holding his hand, to the bus stop across
the
street, and take the bus to his place, and meet Amanda at home.
When
we got on the bus I decided I'd go over my promise not to tell anyone
as long
as he'd be a good boy...
Timmy
was actually cute when for the first time he looked me in the eyes, and
said in
a shy quiet voice that he thanked me...very much...for promising that,
and he
promised to obey me, and ended by calling me "Miss Emily".
It
was cute and for real I knew I'd made the right decision to take this
baby-sitting job, and I really knew it would work out...
Amanda
met us at the door after we walked the half block from were the bus let
us off,
with me holding Timmy's hand, like the little kid he is, especially
since I'm
taller then him.
The
plan for today was for me to do everything while Amanda would be there
to guide
me.
We
went to Timmy's room first thing and I started to undress him...when he
was
down to his underpants I really had to hold back a huge laugh because
they were
yellow with red kisses and hearts and I recognized them from when I was
about
five as girls’ underpants...but I kept it together...
Amanda
had laid out his "play" clothes, which was a blue T-shirt with blocks
and trains and other toys on it and then a pair of red bib shorts that
had
straps that looped over his shoulder and buttoned to a high back bib so
there
was no way he could undo it himself...
The
shorts were so little that when he bent over his undies could be seen
at the
back bottom...and the last things were white ankle socks, and bunny
slippers...
Honestly
I'd never even seen a four year old dressed like this, but somehow it
seemed
perfect for Timmy, and totally reinforced that he was a little boy...
I
took him by the hand to the kitchen table, which could be seen from the
living
room as well. His pack was there, and I told him to do his homework.
Honestly
it was totally natural the way Timmy was just like a little boy, but
for a
second I saw in his eyes like he was resisting...
How
dare the little shit....I'm his baby-sitter and he's going to defy
me???...no
way...and after he promised on the bus...
For
sure I'm gonna have to make sure that little rebellion doesn't go any
futher...
I
now really did feel like his baby-sitter, even if he was six years
older and
there was no way I was going to let him defy me...
I
was actually angry that Timmy might try to ruin my plans...the steady
baby-sitting income...the time with Ramone...Oh Ramone...I could hardly
wait,
and little Timmy would definitely not get in my way...
I
was the baby-sitter and I was in charge and he was a little kid, and
I'm gonna
make sure he knows that...and I realized the best way to do that was to
treat
him just like his Mom does...
A
little kid...and for me to remember that I'm the grown-up here
regardless of
age.
*********************
When
I met Miss Emily for the second time in my life at the park next to my
school,
I was expecting the same eleven year old girl I'd met at Beth's house.
Maybe
a little grumpy, like Beth said, but despite the fact that she was
there to be
my baby-sitter, and even though she's six years younger, she had been
nice
enough to understand what my Mom didn't seem to get, which was that it
was
ridiculous for a girl still in Elementary school to be baby-sitting a
guy in
High school.
That
was obvious because she was nice enough to let me know that if I was
okay and
went along with it, she'd make sure no one had to know.
That
pretty much explained to me that she understood how ridiculous it was
for her
to be my baby-sitter, and she got the simple fact that my Mom was
loving but
also a little bit crazy...well not really crazy but maybe loving and
over-protective, and Miss Emily got that it wasn't right.
What
I met instead was a Miss Emily, who was taller then me, and who talked
to my
Mom like an equal, even calling Mom by her first name, and who treated
me like
I was a little kid...
Me...a
seventeen year old, and she talked to Mom ignoring me like I didn't
even count.
I
was embarrassed and angry and I wanted to yell and shout about how
stupid this
was, but I knew what that would lead to...I'd probably end up over
Mom's knee,
bare bum right there in the Park...
Instead
I decided to be smart, and just co-operate and wait until I had a
chance to
convince everyone that this wasn't the proper way that things should
be...
Doesn't
either Miss Emily or my Mom see how stupid this is?
They
have to see it and that's why Miss Emily even said about not telling
anyone...of course why didn't I think of that...
Once
Miss Emily and me are alone and after my caring but crazy Mom is gone
we'll be
able to talk and be normal.
Miss
Emily is just probably going along with things, and then we'll laugh
about how ridiculous
it is.
This
could even be good for me because once it's all worked out Miss Emily
will probably
even be my ally, and the two of us can convince my Mom about bedtimes
and all
the stupid rules...
Okay
now I really am going to co-operate...I just know that the younger
sister of
the girl I loved would help me change the way Mom treats me...I just
had to go
along with things this one time while Mom was there supervising...I
could do
that...
Sort
of...
But
what about bath-time, she's going to see about my
underdevelopment...about
still being bald and how small my peenie is...
But
if she really thinks it's stupid about me being seventeen and her being
eleven
and even if she sees that I haven't started to mature yet won't she
realize
it's because of puericil...except they don't know about puericil
here...what if
she just thinks I'm an actual little kid?
When
we were on the bus and she affirmed about not telling anyone I thanked
her and
I expected her to get that I was trying to say how ridiculous it is,
but while
she smiled like she got it, she also patted me on the head like I
really was a
little kid, and she again said about how it all depends on me being a
good and
obedient little boy for her...
I
honestly couldn't tell whether she was joking or not, but she saw me
with her
sister Beth, and how Beth treated me like an equal, and how I was
tutoring her
older sister, so she must get it...
I'm
mostly sure she's just playing along with Mom.
When
we got home and she was the one that undressed me right down to those
stupid
underpants Mom makes me wear, because she only buys my undies from the
children's
department and only those that are on sale, whether they're for boys or
girls
didn't matter to Mom...it actually looked like Miss Emily was about to
burst
out laughing...
That
had to mean she realized how ridiculous it was the way Mom treated
me...It just
had to mean that didn't it?
It
couldn't be because she actually thought I was a little boy...how could
she...I'm seventeen...
She
certainly didn't make a big deal about it, or even the stupid play
clothes she
changed me into which Mom had laid out, and which was the usual way I
was
dressed when not at school...
She
didn't laugh or anything and that probably meant she was just going
along with
things just like me...until when she'd supposedly baby-sit for real...
Then
when we'd talk about how Mom is just over protective and we'd be more
like
maybe an older brother and a kid sister hanging around...except Mom
would think
she's paying her to be my baby-sitter.
While
I was doing my home work at the table I noticed how Miss Emily and Mom
walked
around the house as Mom showed her where everything was and talked like
old
friends, but making sure I did my homework like normal I wasn't really
listening, except I felt my face flush when I realized Mom was telling
her
about the spanking slapper hanging on the wall...
Mom
even took it down and handed it to Miss Emily who lightly swatted her
own hand
a couple of times while Mom explained that it snapped and was designed
to sting
a naughty boys bare bum, and that she had the right idea of how to use
it when
she swatted her own hand, but of course she'd need to swat much, much
harder
against my bare bottom.
I
wanted to die then, but instead I just refocused on my homework and
decided it
was another thing Miss Emily and I could joke about.
When
I finished as I always did I waited politely and patiently until I
caught Mom's
eye...
I
noticed Mom giving Miss Emily a look and Miss Emily nodded, and came to
the
table like Mom usually did and asked if I'd finished and when I told
her I had
she told me I had permission to put my books away and watch TV until
supper.
Another
embarrassing moment since Mom has my channels restricted to just the
children's
programs, but it was part of my normal day so I went and watched...
I
didn't even watch the retro cartoon channel because while I know Mom
didn't
know that it was more mature cartoons, I was worried that Miss Emily
might
know, and I didn't want to take a chance...
I
don't know why except maybe she'd tell Mom and I'd be restricted to
watching
Sponge Bob Square Pants, Thomas the Train or Caillou from then on...
I'd
only been watching awhile when my heart stopped when Miss Emily, six
years
younger then me asked the horrible question my Mom usually asked...
"Timmy
do you need to potty?"
Before
we moved here and when Mom and I were at the Pediatrician, which is the
type
Doctor that us puericil boys went to, like little kids, no matter how
old we
are, I admitted to the lady Doctor that I had played with my peenie...
Mom
reacted like I'd just started the third world war. She was furious and
called
me a dirty little boy and questioned me about every detail, and I
admitted that
I'd peeked under the skirt of a girl and saw her underpants, and that
it had
got me worked up...
To
Mom that meant I was objectifying females and thinking of them as
things
instead of people, and during her tirade she made it very clear that
females
need their privacy, especially from filthy minded little boys like me
who
wiggle their weenies, and that masturbation was only done by naughty
boys and
there would be no such thing in my life, except to shame me.
I
didn't know what she meant by that but I found out...
Part
of her solution was to ensure I never had the opportunity to play with
my
peenie, which meant things like going to the bathroom needed to be
supervised.
While
for number one I was allowed to be on the grown-up toilet with the door
open
and supervised, it was too inconvenient to take me to the bathroom each
time I
needed to do pee-pees...
Therefore
she got me a potty chair to use for number two, because that could be
done
while I was being supervised anywhere in the house, and she could make
sure I
wasn't touching my peenie.
Obviously
I wasn't supervised when I went to the bathroom at school, but the
thought of
doing it there where someone might look over the top of a stall or
something
was out of the question for me...so I just didn't do it anymore, but
that meant
I got little stiffies all the time.
That
created another problem and Mom started to have me actually masturbate,
but
while supervised by her or any grown-up who is looking after me...
Doing
my day time pee-pee while sitting on a potty was my normal routine at
home and
even when I was baby-sat by Mrs. Johnson the potty chair was part of
the
thing's Mummy included with my stuff.
So
when Miss Emily asked if I needed to potty my heart dropped to the
bottom of my
stomach, because I knew what that meant and it included that for the
first time
she'd actually see my hairless little peenie, not to mention the
absurdity of a
seventeen year old almost young man being sat on a potty...
I
looked for something in her eyes that showed that she understood that
this was
another of my Mummy's loving but crazy things, and I was hoping for
assurance
from Miss Emily that once it was just the two of us we could laugh
about this
too, and there was a sort of twinkle in her eyes for a brief second,
before I
turned away in shame...so maybe...I hope...
**********************
When
Amanda reminded me about Timmy's little masturbation habit, and because
of that
little habit he's not allowed to be unsupervised, which is why he has a
baby
monitor in his room, and why she has him sit on a potty to do his
business, I
saw my first real chance to establish my authority....
I
also have to admit it was really hard not to burst out laughing at the
thought
of seventeen year old Timmy with his pants down sitting on a potty, so
I
seriously had to keep it together to try to establish who's the boss...
Timmy
caught my eyes for a second before he turned away his whole face as red
as a
tomato, and I tried to look stern but I'm not sure I did, so I had
better act
that way...
I
didn't even wait for an answer and instead I held out my hand to lead
him to
the potty chair.
The
potty chair itself was like a little wood chair with no arms or back
and with a
white enamel bowl in the seat and it sat on the floor so low that even
for a
short boy like Timmy it meant that once his bottom was sat on it he'd
look like
he was squating.
I
undid the two buttons attached to the back of his bib short pants, and
they
immediately dropped to the floor leaving him standing in just those
childish
little girl underpants, and now it was the time for show and
tell...okay I'm
nervous and that's funny...
But
not nearly as funny as when I pulled his undies down...oh my gawd, oh
my
gaaawd...I mean I expected he'd be bald and like that...but he was
tiny...and I
mean teeny-weenie tiny...his little peenie couldn't have been more then
an inch
and half long and skinny as my pinky finger, and because his little
ball sack
was also small and was tight against him his little peenie hung there...
I am
totally serious...five year old Hermie was bigger...
I
would've laughed but I was totally shocked...I mean this boy is
seventeen, and
I did expect, like Amanda had said about him being bald because of that
puericil stuff, but I thought the size would be kinda normal...you
know..okay
maybe small but like maybe like an eight year old...
Okay
it's true that I did some research and it said that when boys start on
puericil
around the time when they should start to mature it only effects the
hair...but
it also did say that boys who are started really early...pretty much
they stay
at that level size wise...but it was still a shock...
My
gaawd...Amanda must'f started Timmy when he was like three...
Okay...this
is actually a good thing because it makes it even more okay with being
his
baby-sitter...I mean there's no doubt...he's a little boy even if he's
six
years older then me...
I
got ahold of myself and remembered I had to sit Timmy on the potty,
which I
did...and I kept serious and even stern and when I caught Amanda's eyes
she was
looking at me approvingly as she said to just leave him there for a bit
and we
sat back down at the kitchen table and continued talking while keeping
an eye
on Timmy...
Like
to her it was completely normal for her seventeen year old son to be
squating
on a potty chair...this was so cool...I could hardly wait to talk to
Alice...
*****************************
When
Miss Emily pulled my undies down and saw my bald little peenie for the
first
time I wanted the earth to swallow me, and I could tell she was shocked
at what
she saw by how she hesitated before she stood up and pushed down on my
shoulders.
The
potty is so low that when I sit on it, my knees are automatically
splayed open,
and that's one of Mummy's rules anyway, so that I she could look in the
bowl to
see if I've peed.
I'm
not allowed to interrupt grown-ups and even when I've finished peeing I
have to
wait until she checks for herself, and there is one other nightmare.
If
it could get worse then to have eleven year old Miss Emily seeing me on
the
potty, one of the problems I quite often have is that I can't pee
because I get
a little stiffie.
If
that's the case when Mummy checks on me after a couple of times she has
a
simple solution.
As
she stands me up she explains I'll never be able to piddle that way,
and then
she makes me pay for having masturbated by making me do it in the most
humiliating way.
She
takes me unto her lap and I have to use my hand to wiggle my weenie.
Doing
that has been so embarrassing with just Mummy, but she never let me get
away
with not doing it, and so I sat on her lap and I did it after which I
was put
back on the potty and I could finally do my pee-pees.
When
I wiggled my peenie I'd always get a drop of clear fluid, and I'd sort
of feel
all out of it, just like when I masturbated before Mummy knew, but now
right
after I always felt so ashamed, but Mummy just wiped it and then she'd
just sit
me back on the potty.
I
really was able to pee-pee after, so it worked but it was so
humiliating.
When
Miss Emily first took my undies down I could feel that my bald little
piddler
was about to go sproing, but I focused really hard to think of
something bad,
and luckily it didn't, but as I sat there trying to pee, and I don't
know why
because it was all so humiliating, I could feel my peenie try to
stiffen.
I
managed to stop it the first couple of times Miss Emily came over to
check on
me, and even if I hadn't peed at least I didn't have a little stiffie
either,
but no matter what I tried to think about it kept trying to get hard.
I
noticed something about Miss Emily.
While
her attitude was kind of stern, when she talked there was a kind of
amused lilt
in her voice like she was talking to a toddler, and how could I blame
her, but
while it was totally humiliating, for some reason it felt kind of
exciting,
like it felt when I tried to peek under a girl's skirt, or when Beth
had kissed
me. I don't know why, but it felt exciting.
Miss
Emily was firm but amused like I didn't understand what she as a
grown-up knew.
She was talking down to me, and that was definitely not a good sign
about us
being equals, but it also seemed to get my peenie excited.
Then
it happened and it went sproing, and even though I closed my eyes tight
and
tried to think about bad things it would not go down, and then when I
opened my
eyes there was Miss Emily looking down between my legs.
I
was mortified...
Miss
Emily in a way that sounded like my Mom, but also had that amused tone
said
that obviously I couldn't go pee like that and she reached out her hand
for me
to stand up.
I
took her hand as she helped me to my feet, my pants and underpants
around my
ankles, and my peenie standing straight up, I knew what was next, and I
wanted
to die right there on the spot.
Miss
Emily led me to the spanking chair which is just any kitchen chair that
Mummy
picks to put right out in the open space between the kitchen table and
the
living room close to where the potty was.
Mum
when she spanked me she always did it in a chair at that spot, and it
meant
that anyone looking in from the back of the house through the big
kitchen
windows could see me getting spanked, and anyone looking from the front
of the
house through the huge picture windows of the living room would also
see me
being spanked, and since Mom often left windows open anyone on either
side
could also hear....
I
was always too busy squirming and crying to know if people were
watching, but I
did notice that after the first couple spanks to my bare bum, the noise
from
kids playing outside would stop...
Despite
which I honestly wished that Miss Emily was about to give me a spanking
rather
then what I was going to have to do.
How
stupid is that!
A
seventeen year old guy wishing for a spanking from an eleven year girl
rather
then what I knew was coming next.
Could
my life get worse?
With
my pants and underpants still around my ankles I was pulled onto eleven
year
old Emily's lap when she said the words I'd only ever heard before from
Mummy
or a couple of times from Mrs Johnson, and some other grown-ups who
were
looking after me.
When
my Mummy found out that I masturbated she was determined that I would
only to
play with my peenie when I was supervised by a grown-up, and only in
shameful
situations, and if I got a stiffie when I was on the potty that was a
good
time.
If I
couldn't go pee while on the potty because I had a stiffie, Mummy would
take me
on her lap and make me wiggle my weenie until I kind of collapsed and
my weenie
had a little drop of clear fluid.
Mummy
would just wipe it with a tissue and then re-sit me on the potty so I
could go
pee, and now I knew that was what Miss Emily was going to do.
Eleven
year old Miss Emily pulled me onto her lap with my back to her and
while my
bare bum was sat on her right leg with her leg between mine and while
she
looked down at my stiff little peenie with her chin on my left shoulder
while
her right arm was around my shoulder and her left hand was on my hip
she told
me to go ahead and wiggle my weenie so I could do pee-pee.
I
know I should have got up and yelled, but this was usual for me with
Mommy and
it was really hard for me to disobey...
I
also knew that Miss Emily would know everything anyway and as
embarrassing it
was I also knew that co-operating with Miss Emily now was my best
chance to
change my life, because I still believed Miss Emily was on my side, and
hoping
she was just putting on a show for Mummy.
I
started to rub my stiff little peenie up and down with just my thumb
and fore
finger because even with a stiffie I was less then three inches long
and quite
thin too.
With
Miss Emily encouraging me in a childish way by saying with that amused
voice,
"That's a good boy...wiggle... wiggle.", and with her right arm over
and around my shoulder holding me fairly tight, and her right hand on
my bare
hip, and her voice right by my ear so that I could smell her perfume
and feel
her hot breath and smell her peppermint breath against my left cheek
and ear...and
she even bounced her leg under my bum a couple of times...
I
rubbed up and down on my peenie and a really good feeling started to
get to me
even while I was still completely humiliated.
Despite
the horrible humiliation I was actually excited like I'd never been
before and
in less then half a minute as I rubbed as fast as I could, I got that
really
good feeling and then I whimpered a little a clear drop pooped out of
my
pee-hole...
Miss
Emily, just like Mom always did, gave the tip of my peenie a quick wipe
with a
tissue, and while I was still breathing a little raggedly she started
to push
me to my feet, and with a smirking kind of voice she was saying I was a
good
boy, and now I could go pee.
As
the excited feeling left and as I was sat back on the potty with my
peenie now
smaller and hanging down, the shame came over me like never before.
It
had always been awful to have to wiggle my weenie while sitting on
Mummy's lap,
or Mrs. Johnson's lap, but the feeling of shame and humiliation I now
felt, having
played with myself while sitting on the lap of a girl six years younger
almost
bought me to tears, and it was all I could do to remember to pee
quickly,
before I might get another stiffie.
I
did manage to pee, and I guess because of the horrible shame I hadn't
got
another stiffie when Miss Emily checked and confirmed I'd peed, and she
helped
me up and pulled up my undies and short pants.
As
usual I put the top on the metal bowl in the potty chair, and then
lifted it
out and took it to the laundry room sink beside the kitchen, emptied
it, rinsed
it, and put it back in the potty chair, and pushed the potty back under
the
table by the couch.
Miss
Emily had gone back to sitting at the kitchen table and visiting with
Mom, and
I returned to watching cartoons and tried real hard not to think about
what
just happened.
*************************
Okay
watching Timmy play with himself while he sat on my lap was totally
hilarious
and I had to try really hard not to giggle so I thought I'd try to hide
it by
encouraging him, but I don't think I kept the laughter out of my
voice...but it
didn't seem to bother Timmy...
I
mean he definitely looked totally embarrassed and everything...but
quickly he
was rubbing himself furiously. Again I was amazed by how little and
thin his
peenie is, even with a stiffie I doubt it was more then maybe two
inches...
Amanda
had explained about everything to do and she really made a point of
making it
humiliating for him and once he was back on the potty I could tell he
was
totally embarrassed, but while he was doing it I think he actually
liked it...
Wait
'til I tell Alice...she is going to have a cow...a seventeen year old,
even if
he's still all little and bald...it's totally hilarious...
I
have to admit that besides being funny it was also a little bit
interesting...I
mean not in a sexy way...but out of curiosity...
What
a difference between Timmy and Ramone...
About
ten to six Amanda and I put the dinners in the microwave. She already
had it
made and it was on separate plates in the fridge, and all we had to do
was nuke
it and put it on the table, which Amanda said she'd do every time I was
baby-sitting.
After
we ate and while Timmy did the dishes includes the pots and pans Amanda
had
used to cook, Amanda and I let Timmy's bath.
We
only filled the tub about six inches because as Amanda said she doesn't
let him
play in the tub...which again almost caused me to burst out laughing…
like I
had mental picture of him in the tub with a rubber duckie or
something...
Anyway
after Timmy finished the dishes I took him to the laundry room beside
the
kitchen and completely undressed him...and seeing him for the first
time
completely naked really proved what a little boy he is...I mean
honestly except
for his height his whole body was no different then five year old
Hermie....except Timmy once again had a little stiffie but Amanda had
warned me
he would but she said to just ignore it...
That
really wasn't hard to do...except it did look funny as we walked along
and it
sort of bobbed around...but it wasn't like when I saw Ramone
naked...you
know...I mean when I see his I have a hard time breathing and I get all
tingly,
but not with Timmy, just like when I saw Hermie naked...it's just kinda
cute...you know...except with Timmy because he's seventeen and six
years older
then me, and because he's obviously totally embarrassed, and I mean
he's red
from the just below the hair on his head all the way down to his
chest...which...I dunno...it's weird but it's also kinda...well... it
really
makes me feel mature and grown up...and kinda...I well you
know...superior...grown up...
You
know to be in charge of seventeen year old like he's a little kid
instead of
six years older then me...I dunno...it just feels really good...
Any
way...with him naked I led him by the hand to the bathroom and stood
him in the
tub and with a wash cloth I quickly washed him all over, and then sat
him down
and washed his hair and then pulled the plug and turned on the shower
head to
rinse him...
It
was kinda funny again because I guess the water was a little cold at
first and
I noticed his little stiffie went down right away....after when he
stepped out
I dried him with this big fluffy towel...
Once
he was dry and while he was still naked I led him back to the kitchen
and I sat
down on the spanking chair and pulled him over my lap...
Okay
this is another hilarious part because after his bath and before he's
dressed
for bed he has his temperature taken with a baby thermometer in his
bottom...while he's laying over my lap...or as Amanda calls it, "the
spanking position"...and actually Amanda explained that it wasn't just
at
bed time that she took his temp that way but anytime it had to be taken
she did
it that way...
Actually
the thermometer wasn't really one anybody would use on a baby because
it was
quite big, about five or six inches long and quite thick and made out
of glass,
and there was a whole procedure...first I put on a plastic glove and
dipped my
finger into some vaseline and then I stuck my finger in his bum...and
then the
thermometer went in to his bottom and stayed there for a full five
minutes
while he lay naked over my lap.
I
could tell that even above the embarrassment he wasn't happy and his
bum even
squirmed a bit when I pushed my lubed finger in his bum hole and he
even
moaned, and get this...I could feel against my thigh that he got an
instant
stiffie...can you believe that?...
After
his temp was fine it was just before seven and time to get him into his
jammies
and bed and there was a procedure for that too...
I guess
he still had wet nights...probably because he had to go to bed so
early, but
when we got to his room he had to lay back on his bed with his legs
held up
against his chest, and I put diaper rash cream around his little peenie
and
then taped on a pair of disposable diapers...
I've
diapered kids before so it wasn't that big a deal...well obviously
except this
was a seventeen year old boy but I just did it without making a big
deal out of
it...and pulled on the rubber pants which were pink and that was also
kinda
funny...and then there were his pyjamas...
Okay
this is too funny but they were footed sleepers that zipped up the
back, and
they even had attached mittens which Amanda explained was to prevent
him from
masturbating because his hands had to be in fist for them to go on...
While
I sat on his bed he kneeled beside me and said his prayers and then I
tucked
him into his bed, which by the way, was one of those little car things,
and his
sheets and covers were the same as little Hermie had...
I
closed the curtains but his window was partly open and I could hear the
sounds
of little kids playing outside and I wondered how that made him
feel...I gotta
admit I kinda felt sorry for him...but then I have to remember he maybe
seventeen and six years older then me, but really...he's a little boy...
Amanda
thanked me and paid me for four hours in cash...sixty bucks...and asked
if I
was okay with everything and whether she could rely on me to do it all
myself
starting tomorrow...
Okay
seriously I gotta admit some of it is little weird...but...I just got
sixty
bucks for today and starting tomorrow it'd be over a hundred bucks each
day
and...
Unlike
today when I'm going home after Timmy's in bed...tomorrow I'd be
waiting for
Ramone to come over...oh yeah...I was definitely coming back...and I
was going
to be the best and strictest baby-sitter little Timmy ever had...
**************************
Miss
Emily was waiting at the park when I got there the next day, and after
everything that had happened yesterday I felt defeated, but everything
at
school was normal and both Tom and Beth had talked to me and I had a
pretty
good day.
Now
if only Miss Emily and I can come to terms, even after all that
happened
yesterday, and I really do believe we can, after all she knows I'm not
a real
little boy even if I'm physically immature, and my Mom treats me that
way, she
must understand how stupid all this is, but as I approached her and saw
the
look in her eyes I wasn't so sure.
I
thought I'd start out by calling her just Emily instead of Miss Emily,
but
right away and even before she said anything I could tell that was a
mistake.
"What
did you call me Timmy?", Miss Emily said in a stern and angry sounding
voice and with a stern look, "Do you want a spanking right here?" she
added, and my heart dropped, my face flushed, and I couldn't even say
anything
but just shook my head no, as she took my hand and faster then the last
time
and almost like she was dragging me she pulled me toward the bus stop.
She
didn't say anything more and I felt too intimidated so we rode the bus
in
silence, but when we got to my house and went to my room she seemed to
have
calmed down, but when she had me down to my undies instead of dressing
me in my
play clothes she pulled my undies down and off.
I didn't
understand what was happening as she pulled me by my wrist back to the
kitchen,
completely naked, but when she pulled the slapper off the wall as we
passed,
and sat down on a chair she'd pulled out, and pulled me over her lap I
realized
she was going to spank me.
As I
came out of shock with my legs high in the air and my face close to the
floor I
was finally able to talk and by instinct I started out apologizing, but
I
hadn't got two words out when I felt the first spank to my bare bottom
with the
stinging snap of the slapper.
I
was shocked at how hard it was and how much it stung, but there wasn't
any time
to react other than to try to squirm my bum because the next one came
down, and
as her left arm held me tight she continued.
I
was soon pleading and begging but just like when Mom spanked me it
didn't do
any good and the stinging and heat in my bare bottom soon had all my
attention,
and it wasn't long before I realized I was sobbing, but she never
slowed down.
I
couldn't believe that this girl, just eleven years old, and six years
younger
than me could spank this hard, even assisted by the slapper.
It
went on and on, just like when Mom when she spanked me Miss Emily
spanked until
I was no longer able to do anything but bawl like a baby and hang over
her lap.
I
don't know how long she'd been spanking but it took me awhile to
realize she'd
stopped after which she followed Mom's method and began to question me
about
why I was disrespectful when we met at the park.
I
tried to tell her it was a mistake, because after this spanking I sure
couldn't
tell her I wanted to discuss about my crazy mom and about us being
equals.
Boy
was I wrong about that idea because she went on to explain I was a
little boy
and she expected complete respect and obedience from the children she
baby-sat.
She
didn't think it was crazy that an eleven year old girl still in
Elementary
school should be baby-sitting a seventeen year old High school boy at
all, and
instead of seeing this situation and the way Mom treated me as
ridiculous she
was in complete agreement with Mom and I had better be a good little
boy for
her.
Couldn't
anyone see how absurd this was?
It's
so unfair, puericil is so unfair, and as I realized my fate the tears
that
flowed weren't just because of my stinging bum but also because of the
frustration.
After
naked corner time and another discussion just like Mom did, with Miss
Emily
sitting in the spanking chair and me standing still completely naked
she held
my hands and she went over everything again, including reminding me
about her
keeping this a secret.
All
I could do was nod and agree and apologize and promise.
After
she dressed me and I did my homework, watched cartoons, ate dinner, did
the
dishes, was sat on the potty twice and both times had to wiggle my
weenie while
my tender still ouching bare bum from the spanking sat on her lap, she
gave me
my bath, diapered me, put on my jammies and at seven o'clock I was in
bed.
While
Miss Emily was still mostly serious in her demeanor tonight; to my
added shame
she did a lot more giggling about my bald little peenie and what a tiny
little
boy I am, and when I was wiggling my weenie sitting on her lap she was
totally
making fun of me.
What
was weird was that it actually got me more excited, except after I was
done
wiggling myself my shame was ten times as bad, and I didn't understand
why it
excited me when she was making fun of me while I had to do that
shameful thing.
But
after she put me down for the night I couldn't sleep because Miss Emily
had
taken the wrong part of the baby monitor, and as I lay in bed I could
hear her
out in the living room.
She
was talking on the phone and while I could only hear her side of the
conversation, the first call was pretty short but I could tell that
someone was
coming over, and I wondered who?
I
knew that Mom would let her have people over, especially when I was
down for
the night but I wondered who, and I wondered if our agreement about not
telling
anyone no longer counted. I was terrified but then she made the second
call and
that took my attention.
This
time it was obvious she was talking to a girlfriend because she called
her
Alice, and there was no doubt from the things Miss Emily was saying
that Alice
knew about me.
I
listened with a sort of weird curiosity and with my face burning in
shame and
frustration as I heard Miss Emily talk about all of my rules and
routines and
even about the spanking she'd given me and about me wiggling my weenie
and the
whole time she was giggling and I imagined her friend Alice was too,
and on the
one hand I wanted to die from shame, but I also realized I had a
stiffie in my
diapers.
Not
that I could do anything about it, but why did I have a stiffie? It's
so
confusing and so unfair. I was excited and I wished I could wiggle my
little
peenie but I also wanted to cry at the same time.
Just
then I heard the doorbell ring, and she quickly hung up an answered the
door.
The next sounds I heard were Miss Emily but also a male voice. The
voice wasn't
real deep like a grown-up guy, but it wasn't high like mine either. It
was more
like most of the guys in my school.
Was
Miss Emily's guest a guy from my school?
I
really am going to die. I listened carefully
and I could tell they'd sat down and they were close to the baby
monitor, and
then I heard what definitely sounded like kissing.
Then
I heard the guy ask who the kid was that she was baby-sitting, and my
heart
stopped and I couldn't breathe, but then I heard Miss Emily say in a
real
casual way that it was just some little kid, meaning me, and that I was
long
asleep in bed.
The
guy asked something about it being just a baby, and she said more like
a
toddler, and while it made me feel awful, she hadn't betrayed me, and I
had a
mix of pain and relief.
Then
it started to get interesting. I could tell they were doing some
serious
kissing and it went on for quite awhile, and I could hear Miss Emily
kind of
moan a few times, but it didn't sound like she was in pain.
It
sounded like a happy moan. It also surprised that every time they
talked Miss
Emily's voice was so different then the way she talked to me.
It
was like she was in awe of this guy and she giggled a lot but not like
when she
was giggling when she was talking to her friend Alice about me, but
more like
how a girl giggles when she's trying to please someone, sort of nervous
and
like she's trying to suck up to him.
I'd
heard that same type of giggle when Beth is with Tom.
His
voice on the other hand was sort of commanding and sounded so self
assured.
I
was thinking that since they can't hear me since the baby monitors were
reversed, I could try to sneak a look. If they were sitting at this end
of the
couch I'd be able to see them by just peeking out my door.
I
was scared but I was also very excited and very curious. but then I
heard
something really exciting.
The
guy asked in that demanding kind of voice if she was going to suck him,
and
Miss Emily giggled and answered of course, and the guy said in almost a
harsh
voice for her to get on her knees.
I
really didn't know much about how grown-ups had sex, but I had heard
guys talk
about getting blow jobs, and found out what that meant was that girls
sucked
their peenies with their mouths.
I
wasn't sure if that wasn't just talk because it sounds kind of gross to
me but
what if it was true?
I
realized I was actually breathing in short breaths and I've never been
so
excited in my life when I heard movement over the baby monitor, and
then
kissing sounds, but different, and then I heard the guy sort of moan
and say
something like, "Oh yeah, that's it...suck it.", and then I heard
Miss Emily giggle and ask if she's doing it right, and the guy sort of
whispered yeah and for her to stop talking and keep sucking.
Okay
I was about to explode. I just had to see what was going on. I turned
off my
baby monitor and as quiet as I could I got out of bed, my heart beating
fast,
and I snuck to the door and very quietly I turned the knob and opened
it a
crack.
What
I saw was unbelievable.
I
could see the guy sitting on the couch, and I realized while he looked
mature
he definitely wasn't from my school, and at most he was in Junior High,
maybe
thirteen or fourteen, or maybe even younger.
He
looked like the guys who started to mature early and like the guys who
had
depantsed me when they were like twelve and me and the puericil boys
were
fourteen or even fifteen.
Kneeling
on the floor between the guy's legs was Miss Emily.
His
peenie was out of his pants, and I was amazed at how big it was, and
more
amazing was the fact that Miss Emily obviously had it in her mouth and
she
bobbing her head up and down on it, while her hands also moved up and
down on
the part she didn't have in her mouth.
I
couldn't stand it and terrified that I'd get caught I quietly closed
the door
and snuck back into bed, but I couldn't resist turning the baby monitor
back
on, and now that I knew what I was listening to it was way more
exciting.
I so
wanted to wiggle my weenie but that was impossible but then as I rolled
on my
tummy I realized I could hump against the mattress.
I
started humping as I listened to Miss Emily suck on the guy, and within
a
minute I was getting that same feeling as when I wiggle my peenie, and
just as
I heard the guy moan and then say, "Swallow it all."
I
got that feeling and I was lying on my tummy breathing so hard.
Everything
went quiet for a minute and my usual shame came to me but I heard Miss
Emily
ask if she did it properly, and he told her she did, and then he made
her thank
him for letting her do it...and she did...wow.
I
realized I really was a little boy and Miss Emily was definitely much
more
grown up then me.
It's
so unfair...I'm seventeen.
I
turned off the baby monitor, hoping Miss Emily, when she realized she
had the
wrong one, would think this end was off the whole time.
She
must've because nothing was ever said about that but she didn't make
that
mistake again either.
From
that day on Miss Emily had her boyfriend over almost every night that
she sat
me, but I never watched them again and I couldn't really hear them, but
I did
hump my mattress a lot.
It
was before she put me to bed and before her boyfriend came over that
things got
worse.
For
one thing I got to meet Alice or Miss Alice as I had to call her.
Spankings
became very frequent as Miss Emily was as good as her word when she
told Mom
that she'd be very strict with me, but there were many other
humiliations.
But that's another story...
(The End)