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 The Babysitter III-- The Strap-on!

   Chapter 1 by Curvasion

   Taking care of Penny was easy to get used to, and by the end of the
first week, Joan felt quite comfortable in her role as the caretaker of
Penny's tender bondage.

   There were no more spanking opportunities (despite Mrs.  Paul's
urgings), but Joan could see how the one disciplinary incident had changed
her ward's attitude.  Penny was more attentive and cognizant of Joan. 
During their cuddling sessions, she tried more earnestly to pleasure her
caregiver.  And when their eyes met, Joan sensed that Penny was really
'seeing' her, as a slavegirl gazes upon the mistress who has absolute power
and authority over her.

   But on the seventh evening, as Joan reviewed the list of rules Penny's
guardians had provided her, she discovered one rule that she had not yet
carried out--

   'Penny is to share a bed with her caregiver once a week.'

   Joan wondered how she would be capable of sharing a bed with the
bountiful Penny, while still holding to her resolve not to sexually exploit
the naive young beauty.

   Joan thought about this during her 'cuddling' session with Penny that
evening-- at least, to the extent the distracted caregiver was capable of
thinking!  Penny's maddeningly flirtatious behavior while purched on her
lap literally drove Joan around the bend and back again!  If she were going
to share a crib with this nude charmer for an entire night, Joan doubted
she would get any sleep!

   'What to do, what to do, what to do?!?' Joan thought, as she buried her
face in the rich curls of Penny's long hair.  She laid Penny down in her
lap, to stare into the innocent's beautiful face.  A tear lay upon Penny's
cheek, and Joan brushed it away.  She had noticed that Penny became weepy
occasionally during their make-out sessions.  Was she crying because she
remembered her spanking, or was it because she was so deeply moved by their
lovemaking?  As Joan stared into Penny's shining, worshipful eyes, she
thought it was a combination of both.  But Penny remained a mystery to her.


   One thing was no mystery, however-- as Joan noted Penny's erect nipples
and laborious breathing, she could be sure that Penny found these chaste
lovemaking sessions as frustrating as Joan did!

   Joan wet her fingertip with her tongue and gently flicked Penny's
nipples.  She enjoyed inventing innocent ways to torment her beautiful
charge when she was helplessly in the grips of excitation.

   Joan pressed the palm of her hand into Penny's stomach, and slowly
rubbed in a circular motion.  Penny became very alert as she did this, like
a dutiful student receiving an important lesson.  Joan didn't know what it
meant, but she always yielded to the impulse to massage Penny in this very
way whenever the luscious young woman was at the peak of her
cuddling-inspired state of arrousal.

   Joan leaned close to Penny's face and whispered nonsense to her as she
continued her circular massage of Penny's stomach.  She didn't even know
what she was saying, but would punctuate each sentence by gently kissing
Penny on the lips.  Penny's eyes remained so wide, attentive, and full of
wonder that she seemed more and more like an innocent, trusting child.

   'You're my jewel...' whispered Joan, '...my precious, lovely treasure...
I'll never let you go...  never, never, never...'

   ...

   She supervised Penny's preparations for bed, and when the luscious nude
began walking towards the basement steps to descend to her tiny cell, Joan
took hold of her and steered her towards the upstairs steps.  Penny glanced
at her nervously but with understanding.

   Joan followed behind as Penny climbed the steps, and had a privileged
view of the nude girl's undulating behind.  Never had a specimen of anatomy
cried out more eloquently for the impact of an open palm!  But Joan was a
woman of iron-like self-restraint, and promised herself that she would
never assault Penny gratuitously.

   Upstairs, Joan began guiding Penny towards the guest room where she
herself had taken up residence.  But Penny whimpered and struggled towards
a door at the other end of the hall.  Knowing by now that Penny's fretting
was never without reason, Joan took her in the indicated direction, and
they went through the unknown door.

   It entered onto a bedroom with a striking decore, all silver, dark
browns, and ebony.  The bed was half again larger than the king-size model
Joan had enjoyed, and deep-piled carpet stretched from wall to wall.

   'My, this is lovely,' said Joan, a bit uncertainly.  Penny went over to
the bed and began pulling down the spread.

   'I'll be right back, Penny,' said Joan.  She went down the hall to the
guest room she'd been occupying, gathered up some toiletries, and picked
out some bedclothes.  She ordinarily slept in the nude, but if she and
Penny would occupy the same bed, she wanted to have something between them!


   Joan received a surprise when she returned to the other bedroom.

   While she'd been out, Penny had arranged herself on the bed rather
dramatically.  At each corner of the bed a set of cuffs was attached, and
Penny had somehow managed to lock herself into them.  Now she lay, nude and
spread-eagled, completely helpless and naked.  Joan had no idea how she'd
managed to hitch herself up that way, even though the straps to the cuffs
were of an elastic material-- obviously the poor thing had received plenty
of opportunities to practice!

   Joan almost laughed at the outrageousness of it, but Penny's serious
expression stopped her.  No doubt this was another behavior she'd been
conditioned to perform by her guardians, and the poor girl was incapable of
doing otherwise.

   But the arrangement presented a practical difficulty-- as large as the
bed was, with Penny spread out over it in this way, there wasn't much room
left for Joan!

   Joan chuckled, finally.  'Dear, sweet Penny!  What am I going to do with
you!'

   She went around to the four corners of the bed, examining the wrist and
ankle restraints.  She tightened them carefully.  Penny may have placed
herself in this predicament, but now she would be utterly dependent on Joan
to free her.

   Though the room was comfortably warm for a summer night, Joan took up
the bedsheet and flung it over Penny.  As the sheet fell over Penny's
voluptuous nude body, settling down on her peaks and curves in an
interesting way, Joan changed her mind and pulled the sheet off.  Her mind
distracted and thinking about other things, the caregiver dragged the sheet
rather slowly off of Penny's nudity.

   Noticing at the end Penny's reaction to the friction from the cotton
fabric on her exposed nipples, Joan spread the sheet again over her
beautiful captive.  Then she pulled the linen off of the girl's nudity in a
slow and careful manner, with sudden little tugs, and all the while being
attentive to Penny's flushed reaction to the bedsheet's gentle caress.

   Once more, Joan spread the sheet over Penny, and waited for it to settle
over the girl's voluptuous, nubile anatomy.  But this time, she tore the
sheet away from the naked girl in one rapid, stinging swipe.  Penny cried
out, and looked at Joan tearfully.  Joan was pleased to have gotten Penny's
attention.

   She examined Penny's naked flesh.  Knowing that it would be cruel to
stimulate her further when the young lady needed her beauty sleep, Joan
nevertheless couldn't pass up an opportunity to tease and play with her
while she was helpless.

   Jan began by kissing Penny up and down her body, starting just below the
cuff of her right wrist, down the young woman's soft arm, crossing her
ample chest and flat stomach diagonally, and down her curvacious legs to
her left ankle cuff.  She undertook this journey very slowly, gently
kissing, licking, and nibbling at Penny's flesh.

   Starting again at the right ankle, Joan laid down a second path of
patient and gentle lovemaking up Penny's body, ending at the young beauty's
manacled left wrist.

   Joan massaged Penny's breasts, working up from her chest to the nipple
peaks.  She rubbed her nose on Penny's nipples, and pressed her closed lips
against them.  She tested their sensitivity by flicking them with her
fingertip, and noted cooly the shudders this provoked in Penny's body.

   Deciding this was enough persecution for one night, Joan crawled into
bed and settled in the triangular space between Penny's right arm and right
leg.  Curling into a question-mark, she was able to rest comfortably
without actually touching Penny, save for when her rump brushed slightly
against Penny's thigh.

   She reached over and flicked the table lamp off, then laid back to
sleep.

   ...

   Around 3 AM, Joan was roused awake by a whistling sound.  She discovered
it was Penny, whose lips were inches from Joan's ear.

   Joan quickly realized that she and the sleeping Penny were laying cheek
to cheek.  In fact, she was laying across Penny, her body fully on top of
the other girl!  somehow in the night she had shifted positon from her
place at Penny's side!

   But it was a comfortable enough place, and Penny was sleeping soundly in
spite of Joan's weight upon her.  Joan decided to remain there.

   This was the life!  she thought, to take one's rest across the nubile
body of a young beauty queen!  Nipple to nipple, belly to belly, Joan and
Penny slept peacefully through the rest of the night.

   Chapter 2

   When she awoke again in the morning, Joan was thinking more clearly--
and realizing that it was highly inappropriate for her to be sleeping while
laying across the belly of the girl she had custodianship of!  Any public
inquiry into the matter would doubtless conclude that employing her ward's
fleshly body in this way as a source of comfort was exploitative and
irresponsible.  Although Penny appeared to be unharmed, it couldn't have
helped her night's rest to be crushed into the mattress under Joan's body
weight.

   Joan released Penny from her bonds, and woke the pretty girl up.  'Good
morning!' greeted Joan, and Penny smiled.

   But Joan could detect from Penny's expression that something was wrong.

   As Joan gave Penny her bath that morning, Penny was obviously keyed up
and distressed!  Joan could tell it in the way Penny's arms and legs flexed
as Joan scrubbed her down.  Penny even splashed in the bathwater nervously,
and Joan had to warn her to behave.

   The unhappy girl didn't settle down at breakfast, either, where her
moping made it a taxing chore for Joan to feed her.  For the whole morning,
the naked girl paced obsessively about the house, and Joan was tempted to
leash her to a table leg, just for Joan's own peace of mind.

   Penny also knelt in obeisance at Joan's feet two or three times an hour,
much more often than was necessary.  Joan found it annoying, and eventually
had to push Penny away and say, 'No, Penny!' every time she did it.

   Joan got quite a shock when Penny crept up on her while Joan was
reading, and gave the young caregiver's ankle a bite!

   'OUCH!' shouted Joan.  'Penny, what's wrong with you?" It hadn't really
hurt, but it wasn't an affectionate nibble, either.  Joan pulled Penny onto
her lap and gave her a quick but punitive spanking.

   Wack!  'forty-nine...' Wack!  'Fifty!  ' she said.  'Now Penny, you had
better behave or you'll get fifty more!' Penny was weeping miserably, and
Joan's heart went out to her-- but she didn't know what else to do with the
rambunctious nude.

   Penny was nervous and miserable throughout lunch, and continuously
anxious in the afternoon.  She partook in her afternoon swim, but merely
dog-paddled in circles around the pool without any sense of enjoyment.

   Her restlessness made Joan fearful.

   Was this merely one of Penny's moods?  Joan hadn't the experience to
tell.  But she couldn't help thinking that it had something to do with
their bed-sharing last night.  Perhaps Joan had gone too far with the
teasing while poor Penny had been helplessly spreadeagled.  Maybe Joan had
been going too far all along, with the cuddling and teasing and spanking.
She had paid no heed to the long-term effects this would have on poor,
innocent Penny.

   Joan studied Penny while she cooked supper.  Was her 'Penelope' persona,
the skilled gourmet, a bit more tense and inpatient than before?  Did she
make more liberal use of the cooking sherry?  The results were superb, but
noticeably more spicy than any repast she'd before produced.

   Nor did Penny settle down after their delicious meal.  Instead, she
paced the length of the living room, distracting Joan from her TV viewing.

   Finally, Penny went up to Joan and stood before her.

   'Penny go on swing,' the nude young woman said.

   Joan was puzzled.  'Alright, dear, but I didn't know we had a swing.'

   Penny stood there, clearly agitated.  Then she reached out and tugged at
Joan's shoulder.  'Penny go on swing,' she said, almost in tears.

   'Alright, dear,' responded Joan.  'Show me.  I can't help unless you
show me.'

   Penny pulled Joan over to the house's side door that led to the garage.

   'You want to go out?' Joan asked.  'Penny, all the parks are closed at
this time of night-- we can't go on any swings!'

   'Penny go on swing,' the young woman insisted.

   'Alright, dear, but we'll need to dress you and leash you.  I'm not
about to go breaking the rules!'

   When she had Penny collared and leashed, and had given her a loose
cottom pullover to wear, Joan led Penny out in the twilight to the car.

   On the street, Joan prompted Penny to point which way they should go. 
She indicated the right, which took them downtown.  Joan turned and started
down the boulevard.

   'Penny go on swing,' said the pretty girl happily to herself as the car
picked up speed.

   'What's so special about this 'swing' anyway?' thought Joan.  'She's got
an olympic-length swimming pool and a whole room full of exercise
equipment!'

   After several minutes, Joan said, 'We're heading into a rough part of
town, Penny.  Are you sure you know where you're going?'

   Penny pointed straight ahead.  'Penny go on swing!' she said.

   'I know, I know,' said Joan.  'Penny go on swing!  I heard you already!'


   Joan's concern that they were driving aimlessly was answered several
intersections later when Penny pointed down a road to the right.  'Swing!
Swing!' said Penny.

   They were entering a gritty, industrial part of the city that Joan could
hardly associate with parks or children's playgrounds.  Maybe Penny had a
few screws loose-- but she continued murmuring, 'Penny go on swing!' with
eager anticipation.

   Suddenly Penny cried out 'Swing!' and pointed.  Joan put on the brake.

   Penny was indicating a small, aging motel facility tucked between two
factory buildings.  It promised 'heated pool' and 'cabal TV' (sic!) The
'vacancy' sign was lit.

   But what startled Joan was the name of the place-- 'Lady Sappho's Luxury
Lesbotel!'

   ...

   Checking in, Joan was actually grateful that the proprietor was a
60'-ish overweight bald man.  Under the circumstances she would have had
difficulty maintaining eye-contact with a bull-dyke type.

   'By the hour or all night?' he asked.

   'All night,' said Joan.

   'That'll be $100, payment in advance, please.'

   'Tell me,' ventured Joan, 'Are there any swings around here?  I know it
sounds odd, but...'

   'A fully-equipped room, with swing, is $145,' he said matter-of-factly.

   'Alright, I'll take it,' said Joan.

   She gave him the charge card that Mrs.  Paul had entrusted to her for
household expenses.  She wondered fleetingly how Penny's guardians would
react to seeing a charge for a 'Lesbotel' on the statement.  When the clerk
was done, Joan took the keys and thanked him.

   Penny was waiting in the car, a beaming smile on her face.  Joan got in
the driver's seat and took the car around to their room.  'Ok, here we go,
Penny go on swing!' said Joan.

   'Penny go on swing!' echoed Penny joyfully.

   They parked.  Joan opened the door for Penny, who bounded out of the
car, happy and excited.  Joan got a grip on her leash and guided her over
to the door.  A turn of the key and they were inside.

   As she flicked the light on, Joan quickly understood what the manager
had meant by a fully-equipped room.  The lodgings had racks and racks of
assorted dildos, bed whips, and a collection of bondage accessories.  There
were collars, handcuffs, and ankle cuffs suspended by chains from the
walls. Several hoists were built into the ceiling for the suspension of
helpless subjects.  A leather-padded sawhorse was installed into the floor
at one corner, and a fully-functional inclined rack occupied another.  All
that was missing was an iron maiden and a salivating Vincent Price!

   And over in another corner was the swing.

   It was an elegantly simple design-- nothing more, really, than a large
sling made of sturdy denim material, a foot wide and seven feet long, dyed
black.  Chains attached to the ceiling hooked into the four corners of the
cloth, and it hung in the air, one end at waist-level, the other end
stretching up towards the ceiling.

   There was a 5-inch diameter hole cut in the cloth, near the low-hanging
end.

   Penny eagerly stripped off her clothes and mounted the swing.  She
positioned herself comfortably and swayed back and forth.

   The 5-inch diameter hole was right below her bottom, and her womanhood
was conveniently exposed.

   'Penny go on swing!' said the happy girl.

   Joan noticed that there were wrist and ankle straps attached to the four
chains.  Penny cooperated as Joan buckled them over the girl's wrists and
ankles.  Penny dangled blissfully from the chains, anticipating with an
eager smile what was going to come next.

   'Penny, dear,' said Joan as she headed for the door, 'I'll be right
back.'

   'Penny go on swing...' said the young beauty, quietly pleased with
herself.

   ...

   Joan stopped at the manager's office.  'I, um, I am in need of a
certain...  accessory.'

   'Yes?' said the manager, patiently.

   'I'm looking for a, you know...' Joan pantomined it with her hands.

   'A dildo?' asked the manager.

   'Yes, exactly.  Where may I obtain one of those?  Do you...'

   'Yeah, we sell them under the counter.  What kind'd you like?'

   'Oh...  what varieties are available?'

   'We've got vibrators...'

   'Hmm...  yes...' said Joan.  'That sounds very nice.'

   'And several novelty kinds-- one that's got Nixon's head on it...'

   'Err, no, I'm not...  I'm not POLITICAL...'

   'And we got strap-ons.'

   'Pardon?' asked Joan.

   'You know-- with a belt attached, for, um...'

   'Oohhh!!  I get it...' said Joan.  'Yes...  I think I'll take one of
those.'

   The manager pulled the attractively-packaged accessory from under the
counter.

   'So...' said Joan, '...how much does it cost to rent it for the night?'

   The manager shook his head.  'Ma'm, we don't rent these things out.  You
have to buy it.'

   'Oh.' Joan was apprehensive.

   'This model here is $50.'

   'So...' considered Joan, '...if I keep it, I'll be able to use it
again...  later on...  hmmm...  yes, ok, yes...  uh, put it on this.'

   She handed him the household charge card.  Her mind fleetingly
visualized the next charge statement--

   $145.00-- One night occp., Lesbotel.  $50.00-- One strap-on.

   She decided the expenses were quite justified under the circumstances.

   END OF PART 3

   (Patience is advised in awaiting part 4.  The author is a slowpoke, and
may indulge in some other projects in between.)