Teenage Babysitter


by Silentsurfer <Auto43060@hushmail.com>

Fiction is not something Im used to reading and definitely not writing. Therefore, Ive decided to base this story on a true event that occurred when I was a 16 year old baby sitter. Facts are generally embellished (in some cases, invented).

It was 1967, Canadas centennial year. I used to baby sit regularly for the Blake family, their only child being Leslie, a 10 year old active fun loving boy with an interest in various sports and stamp collecting. He had told me he looked forward to his parents being away as hed get to spend the evening with me. Actually, we both looked forward to it. Id throw a ball with him when it was light. When we went inside hed want to wrestle (Id generally let him overpower me) watch TV, or show me his stamp collection. I was an avid collector and generally brought him things to add to his collection. Id tell him bad jokes, or do imitations of some of my previous teachers and hed laugh uncontrollably.

One thing, which I guess was a bit of a part of a wrestling game, was that he often seemed to end up bottom side up across my lap. He almost always wore short skintight white shorts. Inevitably there was some dirt on his bottom, from playing outside. When he was over my lap, Id generally be telling him that I was just seeing if a few slaps could clean off his bottom a bit. Sometimes, Id come up with a transgression like failing to laugh at one my jokes which was generally good for the odd swat. Anyway, he seemed to love it.

I baby sat for Leslie regularly and the routine described above was quite common. He was tired by his bedtime and didnt put up a fuss as long as Id go up and tell him some kind of a story, usually something to get him laughing before he flaked out.

One evening when I arrived to baby sit, I noticed that there was an additional couple that night with their own 10 year old, Matthew. He had a very adorable, innocent look to him and was wearing very tight blue jean cut-offs, ragged with holes. I was told that Matthew would be staying with us that evening as the parents were going out together. Fine, I thought. Two boys were the same as two Leslies. No big deal. It never occurred to me that two boys could challenge and feed off each other and lord knows what theyd dream up. At one point, before the parents left, I was playing with Leslie and I had him in a grip over my knee as often occurred. His mother noticed and smiled, saying that it was good that I was strong enough to control him. A little while later, before they left, Leslies mother handed me a stick, telling me to use it on the boys if they misbehaved. I was a little stunned at this. Wed never before discussed discipline. It was a non –issue. I declined the stick, saying that if absolutely necessary, I had a functional hand.

At that point, the parents departed. What exactly the boys got into that night, I dont exactly remember, but they were a handful from the beginning. At one point, I lost sight of them for a minute as they went to the bathroom or something. It became apparent shortly thereafter that they were gone. I searched the house from top to bottom. It became clear that they had escaped through a window. I proceeded to scour the neighborhood. I finally found them about a block away frolicking on someones lawn. I didnt say much to them, just made to clear that I was angry and to get home immediately. They ran ahead , got home and Matthew proceeded to lock the door. I could hear Leslie quickly tell him that could land them in major trouble and the door was soon opened. Once inside, I gave each of them a hard whack on the bottom, and told them that they had 3 minutes to get into their pajamas and come downstairs. I wanted to talk to both of them. After about 5 minutes, they came downstairs, grinning and messing around. Leslie was wearing very snug polojamas and Matthew was wearing loose pajamas that were falling down, exposing three quarters of his bottom. It appeared that they were pretty confident that the whack I gave each of them was the intended punishment. Actually they were right. That was all I intended if they were prepared to listen to me. I took one look at them and said that neither of them appeared to be taking me seriously and said that maybe words just werent effective.

Without any further words, I told Leslie to sit on the couch and dont move. I grabbed a shocked Matthew by the arm, sat on the other couch and placed him across my knee. I didnt intend to remove any clothing but his pajama bottoms were so loose, they had fallen right down. I had never given anyone a real spanking before. This one was clearly intended to hurt and I applied full force whacks to Matthews increasingly reddened bottom. Judging from the squirming, yelling and crying, there was no mistaking this for a play spanking. I stopped after about 15 whacks, partly because my hand was getting sore and I had one boy left. I lifted Matthew up. He was just crying. He didnt utter an intelligible word. I told him to sit on the couch where Leslie was and told Leslie to come over. Matthew elected to stand. Leslie started whimpering but came over toward me. I also placed him across my knee. In order to be fair, of course, I had to lower the pants of his polojamas also. Before the first whack, he turned his head up and gave me one of those, but Alan were buddies looks. Admittedly, that look had an impact, but I decided that buddies dont take advantage of one another and proceeded to give him exactly what Matthew got. His reaction was more whimpering than yelling.

When I was finished with Leslie, I stood him up. Both boys seemed more attentive now. I asked them if they thought I should describe the evenings activities to their parents. They both indicated that they thought that would be a really bad idea. I told them that if they were both in bed in two minutes, I wouldnt tell their parents. At that point, they raced upstairs, got into bed and went to sleep after likely comparing bottoms.

The parents asked how the boys had behaved. I said, oh they were a little rambunctious, but nothing I couldnt handle.

Stop apologizing for and feeling guilty about your fantasies. Actions can hurt people. Fantasies can't.


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