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 Disclaimer: The following story is fiction.  I in no way condone the abuse
of children.  Acting out the scenarion portrayed here can land you in a
whole lot of trouble with a whole lot of people.  So don't even think about
it.



   Scott was bored.  His father had gone out and left him with a babysitter
that showed little to no interest in him.  That changed after a while. 
Scott was playing video games when Karen, the sitter, came up to him and
asked, "Wanna stay up a little later, Scott?"

   Scott looked up and asked, "How much later?" "I'll let you stay up till
ten, rather than eight," replied Karen.

   Liking that idea, Scott nodded his approval.  Karen led him to the
kitchen.  "We're going to play doctor, Scott.  I want you to get on the
table and lay down."

   Scott thought about this, but the eight-year-old boy decided the later
bedtime was worth it.  With that, he hopped on the table and lay down.

   Karen smiled.  "OK.  Now, I'm going to have to remove your clothes. 
First, we'll start with your shirt." Scott felt a draft as his t-shirt was
pulled up and off and thrown on the floor.

   Karen started to rub Scott's chest.  "Nice and smooth.  Now for your
pants, little boy." Scott began to feel really nervous as Karen unsnapped
his jeans and unzipped his fly.  She then grabbed the bottom of his pants
and yanked them down with minimal effort.

   Karen smiled at the sight of the little boy in his underwear.  "Ok, I
need to roll over and lay on your tummy." Scott complied and wondered what
was next.

   Scott learned what was next when he felt Karen's hands slide inside the
waistband of his Superman underwear.  "No, Karen, please not my undies!"

   Karen smirked.  "We had a deal and I have to see everything." With that,
Scott felt mortified as his briefs were lowered to his thighs, his knees,
and then finally, down to his ankles and off his feet where they were
thrown on the floor with the rest of his clothes.

   Scott felt so exposed in front of the sixteen-year-old Karen.  "Now,
Scott, we can move on to the examination.  Scott wondered what that would
entail when he saw Karen digging in her bag and finally pulled out a
thermometer.  "Time to take your temperature."

   Scott started to roll over and open his mouth.  "Stay where you are,
Scott, the thermometer doesn't go there." Scott wondered what this meant
before sudden realization dawned on him.

   "No, Karen, not in my butt!" Scott cried.  "Sorry, Scott we had a deal."
Scott grimaced as the thermometer was slid in between his butt cheeks and
inserted in his rectum.



   After a couple of minutes, the thermometer beeped and Karen removed it.
"Nice and normal.  Now to look at the other side." Karen rolled over Scott.

   Scott's hands swiftly went to cover his private parts.  "Put your hands
on top of your head, Scott," commanded Karen in a stern voice.  Scott
nervously obeyed.

   Karen spread Scott's legs apart and began to fondle the boy's tiny penis
and balls.  "Ooh, these are nice." Scott was embarrassed beyond belief, but
also felt a strange feeling of pleasure as his cheeks went red.

   Karen laughed.  "You liked that, didn't you?" Karen continued to snicker
as she rolled her young charge over again.  "One last thing, Scott, and you
can get dressed."

   Karen reached in her bag and pulled out a pair of rubber gloves. 
Scott's eyes went wide.  Karen gave a disarming smile.  "I have to search
you, little boy." Scott gave a resigned look.

   Scott felt his cheeks being spread as Karen's finger was jammed in his
butt.  Scott cried loudly as the sitter's finger twisted in his insides
again and again.  Finally, when Scott didn't think he could take anymore,
Karen pulled out.

   "Well, you're good.  Thanks for being a good patient.  You have such a
cute little body." Scott smiled as he got off the table and pulled his
underwear up.  "Thanks, Karen.  I'd like to see yours sometime."

   Karen laughed as Scott pulled his jeans on.  "Maybe another time, little
boy.  We'll have to make another deal."
   The End