Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Babysitter's Message - by Kristina Katyn (domination, humiliation, mild bdsm) ((c)All copyright asserted and reserved by Kristina Katyn, Jan. 2003.) "Babysitter has a shaved peepee? ...Babysitter has a shaved peepee?" Mrs Rogers held up Paige's cellphone screen for me to look at. There was no doubt. That was what it said. Mrs Rogers looked at me, incredulously. "Stephanie, how dare you text-message something like that to my daughter? And just what is it supposed to mean?" "Er, I'm very sorry Mrs Rogers." "Why did you send that message to my daughter?" "Well, it was just a bit of fun, really." "Stephanie, why did you send that particular message?" "...Er, well...I guess, I had shaved my...er...bikini line...and wanted to tell Paige about it." "Did you think Paige would be interested?" "...I don't know, Mrs Rogers..." "Stephanie, the job I pay you for is to babysit Paige and Beth. That's it. You messed up pretty bad last time, leaving the house in a terrible state and letting the girls stay up way too late. They had terrible dark lines under their eyes the next morning. I only docked half your pay last time. "Thank you Mrs Rogers. I'm really sorry about that." Paige and Beth were Mrs Rogers' quite grown up teenage girls who did not really need babysitting at all. But Mr and Mrs Rogers still wanted someone to keep an eye on them and liked the idea of having someone else in the house for security when they were out. They knew that I needed the money and I was very happy to have the job. The Rogers were well-respected in the community and the fact that I worked for them was a good rccommendation in getting other babysitting jobs in the neighbourhood. Mrs Rogers continued... "If you slip up any more, you will be out of a babysitting job with us AND with any of our neighbours. That message you sent Paige used completely inappropriate language and was disgusting and totally uncalled for! None of us wants to know anything about your bikini area and what you have done to it. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mrs Rogers." "I will not accept any more such behaviour from you Stephanie Brown. Is that clear?" "Yes Mrs Rogers." "Now listen Stephanie. I will give you a choice. You either accept the punishment which I choose to give you, in private, here; or I will tell your parents and all our neighbours that you are unreliable and foul-mouthed and should have no business babysitting. Which is it to be Stephanie?" My nerves tingled and my heart sank. Paige had trapped me again. I couldn't tell Mrs Rogers that her adored Paige was blackmailing me. That Paige had insisted that I shave my whole pubic area completely clean AND that I send her a text message using exactly those words when it was done. Day after day, Paige had told me over the phone, "Steph, if you don't do it, I'll tell Mom about your revolting sex toys. In fact, I'll show them to her." Her little Paige, her perfect daughter, was getting her kicks out of making me perform for her, and then getting me in trouble. If only Paige had never come across my little toys, I would not be in this position. "I'm sorry Mrs Rogers. I really need my job. Please don't tell anyone. I guess I will accept your punishment. Please..." "I think that is the right decision for you, Stephanie." Mrs Rogers then stepped to the door of the study, and shouted out, "Paige ! Beth! Please come down to the study." ...Oh no...whatever she was going to do, she was going to do in front of them. My evil blackmailers. Paige and Beth both appeared in the study, dressed in perfect little outfits as if they were going to church or something - little skirts and freshly-ironed blouses... Paige could barely keep a straight face and avoided looking me in the eye...Beth was smirking too... They sat down on the two padded chairs near the large antique desk. Mrs Rogers closed the door and sat herself down on the large, high-backed chair behind the desk. All right, Stephanie, please stand in front of the desk...and lift up your skirt for me. I was almost frozen with trepidation. What was she going to do? Why did I have to lift up my skirt in front of her, and in front of the girls too? But I recognized the authority in Mrs Rogers' voice. Slowly, cautiously, I lifted up my little grey skirt, conscious that the two girls were lapping up every moment of my humiliation. What was Mrs Rogers planning to do? Spank me? I held my skirt right up at waist height, facing Mrs Rogers and showing all three females in the Rogers family my white, flowery-patterned cotton panties. Thank God I had put on a decent pair this morning! Some of my underwear drawer is fairly shabby. "Paige," said Mrs Rogers, "Please remove Stephanie's underpants for her." ............!!! Paige approached me from behind, carefully placed her fingers inside the waistband on both sides of my most intimate garment and eased my panties all the way down my legs until they pooled around my shoes. I neatly stepped out of my panties, under Mrs Rogers' watchful eye. Paige picked up my crumpled panties and put them on the corner of the large wooden desk. Paige, instinctively it seemed, then took my skirt from my hands, her mother watching approvingly all the time, and tucked it securely into its own waistband. I was now naked from the waist down. I instinctively covered my pussy area with my hands. "Put your hands on your head!" ordered Mrs Rogers. I complied immediately. Mrs Rogers could not miss seeing my recently and totally shaved pussy. "So, Stephanie, you have a COMPLETELY shaved 'peepee'... That is a lot more than just your bikini line. This makes your text message to my daughter even more inappropriate and disgraceful! Turn around and show my daughters what you have done to yourself." Gingerly, I turned around and displayed my shaven pussy, naked, visible cleft and everything, in all its glory to Paige and Beth. To Paige who had instructed me to do it, or else!... Both girls managed to look suitably shocked. "Girls, Stephanie has been very silly and tried to make herself look like a little girl again. She has shaved off all her pubic hair and exposed her little 'peepee' to us when we really don't want to see it, do we? And so, I am going to punish her just as I would punish a naughty little girl." Mrs Rogers opened one of the drawers in her desk and extracted...a frightening-looking garden bamboo cane, at least two-foot long. "Stephanie, please turn around, bend forward over the desk, hands towards me and hold the desk at this side. I am going to give you exactly five, hard strokes of this cane - one for every word of your text message. And I will give you one extra for daring to show up in my house with your private parts shaved. In future if you want to work here, you will let your pubic hair grow as God intended, or else... Be assured that I will check from time to time..." I leant over the desk, my feminine bottom feeling suddenly vulnerable and very, very naked. I tried to keep my thighs clenched to keep my private parts from the fascinated eyes of the two girls. A piercing, searing hot pain sliced into my bottom cheeks, followed by another. I kept my hands tightly clasped onto the desk, but couldn't help my hips from flinching around on the desktop, couldn't help unclenching my thighs to try to ease the pain, but letting my lascivious wards glimpse further views of my naked, shaven pussy. Twice more Mrs Rogers put all her strength into thrashing a red line across my buttocks. She then paused, and announced, "Paige, Beth, one each from you I think... Aim for her upper legs. Stephanie's bottom is scorched enough already. I didn't dare look, but I heard Paige step up. She put every inch of her strength into a searing blow right across my upper thighs, just below my bottom. The blow stung even more than the slashes to my bottom. Beth's quieter footsteps then approached and she did her best with another powerful stroke which cut into my legs a little lower down. It stung equally... I wouldn't be able to wear a swimsuit for a while, I thought to myself between clenched teeth. The two last strokes would show beneath it. By now, I was sobbing gently with the shock, the pain and the shame of my humiliating, unfair punishment. My bottom was heated and throbbing. Damn Paige and her blackmail games! My bottom was burning. Surely she would give me back my toys now. Couldn't she see I had suffered enough? "Stephanie, you may stand up now, but put your hands on your head and go and stand in the corner until I tell you otherwise - facing-in please." I stood alone, conscious of three pairs of eyes examining my caned bottom, the babysitter's red-lined buttocks, her striped thighs. As I became more aware of my lonely nakedness and vulnerability, I felt a little tingle between my legs. I felt sexually available to the Rogers family. Perhaps Mrs Rogers would come over and stroke my bottom better, kiss me to help heal the pain... ...Without warning there was a flash, and I realized that someone had taken a photograph. "I will keep a copy of this," said Mrs Rogers. "and I will stick it up on the refrigerator door when you are working here - to remind you that you are expected to behave. Now. Stephanie, I want you to remain here facing the corner until I am ready to go out. You should reflect on your behaviour and how you will not do it again. But first, turn round and apologize to my daughters." ...Even more humiliation! I turned around, hands on head, naked pussy and all, aware that my little clitoris was heating up, and pronounced to the now-giggling girls, "I am sorry Paige. I am sorry Beth." The girls nodded at me in insincere acknowledgment, and turned to leave the room, ready to go and have a good laugh about my vanquishment at the hands of their mother. But as they did so, Mrs Rogers interrupted, "Girls. Before you go, don't forget to show Stephanie your little souvenirs..." "Oh...Mommm!" But Paige and Beth stopped. Standing side-by-side and facing the tall, wooden bookcase, they each put their hands up their skirts and pulled their panties down to their knees. Beth's were a pretty pink and Paige's were big and white, I remember noticing. Each girl then lifted her skirt at the back, exposing to me (and Mrs Rogers) their perfect bottoms. Perfect that is, except for a bright red, ridged stripe across each bottom! So Mrs Rogers had punished them too! "I don't know exactly what's going on around here," declared Mrs Rogers, "but I suspect that my daughters are not completely innocent in all these events. So, I have given them a reason to think more carefully about their behaviour too. OK, girls, panties up, and go to your rooms until I'm ready to go out! And I want no shenanigans this evening. Is that clear?" "Yes Mom!" chorussed Paige and Beth as they quickly let their skirts drop back, pulled up their dainty underwear and scampered out of the study. "Back in the corner Stephanie." ordered Mrs Rogers. "Keep your hands on your head until I come back and release you." What next? I wondered to myself. The pain and embarrassment of being beaten in front of the girls was now tempered by my seeing that their mother recognized at least some of their mischief. But would that bring Paige back into line? Or would she torment me more? My pussy tingled again as I contemplated the evening ahead. Another evening of babysitting Paige and Beth... END. Any correspondence to katyn99@hotmail.com Copyright Jan. 2003, Kristina Katyn.