My mother trusted Miss Thea, probably because she saw how happy I was. My sister was less so. Angie was entering a rebellious phase. I remember about a week before my 8th birthday party Angie earned herself a spanking from my mother. My mother took Angie to her room (my mother's room), and while I could not watch, I could hear plenty. My sister had to pull down her pants and panties and lie across my mother's lap. Yes, she was 11. No it did not matter. She'd sassed too much and pushed too far. The slaps came slowly, then more quickly. I heard Angie grunt, then gasp, and then finally start crying. What I knew, and I thought Angie knew, was that my mother spanked until you cried. So I always tried to cry early if I was going to get spanked. Angie attempted to tough it out. I don't know what she thought she was proving. I listened to the spanking and then darted back to the living room and pretended to read a book while by teary-faced sister wobbled out of my mother's room, pulling her pants back up.
My mother did not have trouble from me around this time. Nor did I give Miss Thea any trouble. I don't remember a whole lot of the weeks after my naked walk in the woods with her, but I remember making an effort to be very good. Miss Thea and I weren't alone for a long time after that walk in the woods (my sister was around as well), but Miss Thea hugged me a lot, and yes she touched me, lingering rubs on my (clothed) butt or crotch where my sister could not see. She'd whisper about spanking me if I was bad, and a couple of times she rearranged her shirt so I could peek at her bra. But that's it, I recall just those little things, because nothing major happened until the next time my sister was away (which was mid-summer, a 2-day trip with a friend - and it was the best two days of my young life, which I will relate to you as best as I can).
Anyway, as I said, about a week after Angie's spanking from my Mom, it was my birthday. My 8th birthday party was fantastic because MY FATHER CAME HOME! He had leave! It was my best surprise, I didn't care about the gifts or even about school ending (my birthday is in June), I cared about my Dad being home. My father was home for two glorious weeks. I barely saw Miss Thea in that time (she did come to my birthday party, and gave me some Legos, which I loved), as my Dad was around to watch us and play with us, which he did every second.
Eventually my Dad went back, and then my mother told my sister and I that she had a great job offer that she had to take, which meant that she had to work in the summer. My sister and I were going to a half-day day camp, from like 8:00 or so to 2:00 or thereabouts. My mother would drop us off, and then Miss Thea would pick us up, and be with us until my mother got home around 6:00.
We missed my mother terribly, but we loved Miss Thea. Well, I did. Miss Thea always told me I was a good boy, and always hugged and touched me. Being touched by her after years of being ignored was just a drug. Even if she was just touching my shoulder. My sister, she started teenage rebellion early maybe. She started testing Miss Thea. She built up to it, little things at first. I am not sure when she finally went too far. I know it was some point after July 4th and yet before Angie went on that 2-day trip. My sister just had to have a smart mouth. I really don't remember what it was, but Angie felt like she could talk to Miss Thea however she wanted.
This was a mistake on my sister's part.
Miss Thea finally had enough one day, and grabbed Angie in our living room by her arm, spun her around, and whacked her butt GOOD. Just one shot. Angie YELPED. I think I mentioned that Miss Thea was strong. Before Angie could protest or apologize or anything, Miss Thea let her arm go, and grabbed onto both sides of her shorts. YANK! My sister's shorts came down! I think the snap at the front just popped open. My sister screeched, I dunno if it was from surprise or if the shorts scraped her thighs because they came down so fast. She was wearing yellow panties. I remember dropping a train I was holding I was so surprised. My sister did not get spanked where I could see, she got spanked behind closed doors. I did not get spanked where my sister could see. My mother spanked us in her room. We weren't allowed to see each other's bare hineys. She couldn't possibly get spanked bare butt in the living room, could she?
Yes she could. My sister's hands were swatted away, and her panties were yanked down. From where I was, I could see a thin line at her front, two little curves of flesh. Is that what girls had? I didn't have long to stare, because Miss Thea was sitting on the couch, yanking my sister over her lap.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Steady, fast, hard. Angie was howling. Begging. Crying. Sorry. SPANK! Unlike my mother, Miss Thea seemed to not be impressed at the crying. I am not sure how long she spanked, it couldn't have been too long. It seemed endless, but looking back on it, I think it was only a dozen spanks. I wasn't counting, truthfully.
"Are you going to sass me anymore?" Miss Thea asked, resting her firm palm on my sister's now-pink ass.
"Noooo!!!" Angie sobbed.
WHACK! Another spank, another scream from Angie. "You going to argue with me anymore?" Miss Thea asked calmly. Way too calmly.
"No, no, no!!!" Angie sobbed.
"Get up," Miss Thea ordered, standing up herself. Angie barely managed to get up without falling over. "Go stand in the corner. Keep your pants down. I will tell you when you can get out." My sister sobbed and shuffled to the corner. She was 11, only a few months out from 12, but she was standing in the corner with a bright pink butt.
I was standing there gaping.
"Charlie," Miss Thea said. I kept staring at my sister's butt. "Charlie!"
I snapped out of my reverie. "Yes, Miss Thea?"
"Get your sister a box of tissues," she said. I ran to do it. I brought Angie some tissues and she accepted them gratefully. She didn't seem to notice that I stole another long look at her beautiful little slit. I know that she was my sister, but it really was the first time I was seeing one. I wonder if it counted. I stepped away and walked back to my trains.
Miss Thea let my sister blow her nose and calm down, and then she said "Angie, I do not believe in making children stay in the corner a long time. I don't make children sit still for long or lock them in closets." At this she reached out and rubbed my head. "But I do want you to stay there, spanked butt on display, for a little bit. I will tell you when you can come out. It won't be long. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Miss Thea," my sister said from the corner.
"Charlie, you can play in your room for a bit while your sister calms down," Miss Thea told me. "I will help you move your toys." And so she did. My room was small, I don't know if it was meant to be a bedroom, but it was my bedroom in practice, and I was happy to have my own room so I didn't care. We brought the trains in, and Miss Thea shut my door and then sat on my bed.
"Charlie," she said to me, in a whisper. "Have you told anyone about our special time in the woods?"
"No, Miss Thea," I said earnestly.
"Good," she said. "Because I can't be your sitter if you blab secrets. You won't, right?" I shook my head. "Good boy, Charlie," she said. And that gave me a thrill. "And are you going to tell anyone that you saw your sister get spanked?" I shook my head again. "Good boy! Now I have some quick questions for you, and I want you to answer honestly, okay?"
"Yes, Miss Thea," I said. I almost forgot the 'Miss Thea' because it felt so quiet and secret together in my small room.
"Did you like looking at your sister's vagina?" she asked, locking eyes with me. I knew I had better not lie.
"That's her thing in front?" I asked. Miss Thea nodded. "Yes. I did."
"Why?" she asked me.
"I wondered what girls looked like," I answered truthfully. I had seen a friend's older brother's magazine several months before, but it was one that just showed breasts. "I didn't mean to look, I was just surprised."
She smiled at me. "Did you like what you saw?"
I shrugged. "It was okay, I guess." She looked at me. "Yes, yes I did."
"You know, if you ever want a special girl, or a woman, to show you her vagina, she has to trust you, Charlie," Miss Thea said intently. "She has to trust you to keep secrets. Do you understand?" I thought I did. I nodded. "Good!" she said.
She hugged me, then took my hand and lead me downstairs.
We went down together, and I saw Angie still bareass pants down in the corner. I felt bad for her. I was still a little curious about her vagina (I learned a new word!), but I wasn't going to stare. Miss Thea led Angie out of the corner and hugged her, and helped her pull her pants up. Then she said she expected that Angie quit giving my mother a hard time, or she would come over and give her a REAL spanking. Both my eyes and Angie's eyes went wide with shock. What had this been, a fake spanking?
Then Miss Thea turned to me. "And you, Charlie, had better not tell anyone that you saw her spanked, or tease her about it, otherwise you will go over my knee while she watches!"
"I won't," I promised quickly. I didn't want a spanking. But I also didn't want to disappoint Miss Thea.
Then we had dinner, and my mother came home, and Angie apologized to my mother for her recent behavior. Miss Thea continued to babysit us for a couple of weeks, and it was great. Angie behaved, and we had fun.
And then Angie went off on the 2-day trip with her friend and her friend's family.
And I was at home all day because day camp wasn't in session at this point any more.
Miss Thea came to our house at 8:00 AM, my mother and I and her saw my sister off into her friend's family's car. My mother hugged her. My mother went to work. They both drove off.
And then it was just me and Miss Thea.
She turned and gave me the most beautiful smile. But it was also a hungry smile, like that day in the forest. "Let's go inside, Charlie." She said. And we did. And she closed the front door, and it felt very final, somehow. "Help me close the curtains," she said. It was a sunny day, but I did so. In less than 10 seconds we had total privacy. She clicked on the overhead light, so it was not dim.
Then I remember her taking me by the hand. And walking us over to the couch. And she sat down and pulled me close.
And then she kissed me deeply on the mouth. Her tongue went into me. I did not know that was kissing. I just sort of mushed my lips back. I was 8, what did I know of kissing? But I knew that she tasted good. I knew that it made her happy.
She broke the kiss but held me close, staring into my eyes. "I love you, Charlie," she said quietly.
"I love you, Miss Thea," I said back, with all my heart. I remember that moment clearly. I remember so clearly how wonderful she made me feel. And then the next thing she said etched itself into my brain forever.
"Strip naked, Charlie."
"Uh...why?" I asked, confused.
"Charlie, she said, her face very serious, squeezing my shoulder gently with one hand and reaching behind me to tap my butt - firmly - with her other hand. "If you aren't buck naked by the time I count to 5, I am going to spank you twice as long as I did your sister. 1..."
I tore my clothes off. I was scared. I was also excited. I was also certain that this was a thing that she wanted and that I must do. I was being ordered to do it so I HAD to it. It was who she was. She spoke, and I obeyed. I can't explain it better than that. She kept slowly chanting the numbers and I scrambled.
I finally got my last sock off right before she said '5.' I stood there, panting a bit, fully nude.
And my penis started to get a little bit hard. It was the damnedest thing.
She looked at my penis, and then at me. I made no effort to cover myself. "Good boy, Charlie," she said softly. And then she reached towards herself, and began unbuttoning her blouse. It was tan, I think, maybe yellow. not sure. But her bra, oh it was that beautiful black bra from the walk in the woods. I will never forget that bra. "Do you miss nursing, Charlie?" she asked. I didn't answer. She smiled, and reached behind her.
And then the bra came off. It just fell forward like magic. And I saw real breasts. Wonderful breasts. Smooth and sloped and just damned beautiful. The most beautiful. There were these white cups at the end, tan lines, clearly. They made the breasts look more nude. The nipples, the puffy things around the nipples, soft brown, almost honey.
"Come nurse, Charlie," she said. And she sat me on her knee, and then laid me down, flat back on her lap, my legs dangling off the edge of the couch. Her right hand went behind my head and lifted it up to her left nipple. "Suck, Charlie, that's a good boy."
I sucked. It was warm, squishy, lovely. I was a bit surprised that no milk came out, so I stopped. She told me to keep sucking, and don't stop! I did not want to disappoint her. I sucked all I could. She gasped. She half-closed her eyes and shuddered as I sucked. She was clearly enjoying it. I kept sucking. I reached out and grabbed her other breast and played with it. She wrapped her left arm around my body and under my hand, then with her right hand free, reached down to my crotch and grabbed me.
My penis responded right away. She gently squeezed it, squeezing in time to my sucking. I tried to match the rhythm, but I was getting overwhelmed by the sensation. I just squeezed and groped and she groped and we were just together, just one bundle of touching and warmth and care. She starting moaning, gasping, saying my name and telling me I was a good boy.
Then my penis gave this fantastic twitch and I passed out.
I came to not long after that, I was in my bed, under a blanket, but still naked. She was handing me a cold glass of Kool-Aid. She had her bra back on but not her shirt. I drank the glass down gratefully. Whatever had happened felt fantastic but left me thirsty. I eyed her bra, and didn't know what to say. She was talking. I had had a dry orgasm. She was trying to explain it to me, trying to tell me not to be scared and most importantly not to tell anyone - or we would never do it again! I wasn't scared, I was in fact incredibly relaxed, and I remember telling her that she was special and that I would never tell anyone.
Once she was assured that I was okay and wasn't going to tell anyone, she took the glass back, and crooked her finger, telling me to follow her. I didn't get dressed. Completely naked, I followed her into the kitchen. She put the glass in the sink, checked that the curtains were still drawn tight, and then opened her bag.
Out came a very familiar jar of vaseline. And a rectal thermometer. A big one. Like bigger than usual. Thick as my thumb. I had no idea why it was so big. (Now as an adult I have seen them in fetish stores, and have had them in my hiney.) "I just want to make sure you aren't sick, Charlie," she said. "Go lie down on the floor in the living room, I am going to take your temperature." And the started pulling on one of those rubber dishwashing gloves.
I walked into the living room, and face down, buck naked, on the carpet. I turned my head to the side, so I could watch her approach. She had the glove on her right hand. Two fingertips glistened with vaseline. She was twirling the thermometer like a small baton in her right hand, and humming a tune. Her breasts swayed inside her bra. She had that wolf smile.
She was so beautiful. So, so beautiful.
"Such a good boy," she said softly, kneeling beside me. "My good, good boy," she said, parting my butt cheeks, showing my most private hole. "My good boy Charlie," She hummed, stroking the hole with the greased, gloved finger.
It felt so good. I closed my eyes. I felt my penis getting stiff again.
The finger entered me a little bit, then withdrew, then entered another little bit, then withdrew, then went in slightly deeper, then withdrew most of the way, then paused.
And then she suddenly slid in all the way to the end of her finger! I gasped, nearly jumping up, but her right hand held me down. "Don't move!" she ordered sternly. The finger withdrew almost all the way, and then shot down all the way, her knuckles impacting my cheek. Again! Out, in, out in, out in!!! "Goooodddd, boyyyy," she crooned, finger-fucking my ass rapidly. I began to make this noise, this panting, "uh-huh" noise. I felt violated, but also safe. Controlled, but free. She could do anything to me because she cared about me. I felt amazing.
She stopped after about three or four minutes. I was really reamed good. Then the thermometer went in, and she told me that I was a VERY good boy and gave my butt a quick, light smack. I yelped (more out of surprise) and my penis went hard as a rock.
Eventually she took it out, and wiped the vaseline off of my butt. She let me get dressed, and she put her shirt on, and we went to the park. I played on the swings, we had a picnic, it was nice. She was like that: intense raunchy, heavy stuff, then normality. The rest of that day I guess was normal, save for kisses and hugs that lasted too long (but not where anyone could see). When my mother came home and saw how happy I was, she was ecstatic.
The next day I actually got a real spanking. But I deserved it. Day two was noteworthy for the spanking and for several other things. Miss Thea took full advantage of having me to herself for both of those days. But for now I must take a break. Revisiting these memories is both wonderful and hard for me. Committing them to typed words takes more out of me than I thought it would.
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