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So as I said, my sister was away for two days with her friend's family on their trip. It was a special thing that they did to help my mom out, and I think they did it because my father was serving in the Navy then. My mother was working, so Miss Thea had me all to herself for both of those days. I already told you about the first day. The first day was heaven. The 2nd day, not so much.
I think what happened was I was taking Miss Thea for granted. It had been so wonderful, that I stopped fearing her. I don't remember every little detail about how the day started off, just that she came in, my mother left, and we kissed. And I had hoped to start doing things with her again, maybe sucking on those wonderful breasts, but she had apparently promised my mother that she and I would clean the house. I didn't want to clean the house! It was summer, I wanted to play!
Miss Thea gave me some jobs, and she vacuumed and did dishes, and I fucked off. I was supposed to be picking up toys and sweeping, but I was sulking and playing with toys. I think I was most mad that Miss Thea and I were in different rooms. I felt alone again. But I didn't know how to say that. So after two hours, which included many times when she asked me if I was cleaning and I lied and said yes, she came into my room, which was still a very messy room.
Well, I don't remember exactly what she said, but she told me she thought she could trust me, and I wasn't a very good boy at all, and how could I let her down, and wow I started to cry. The guilt trip was terrible. She said maybe she couldn't be my sitter anymore and I begged her to stay and I begged her to forgive me, And she said she wanted to but if I wasn't punished, I would just do it again. I ended up begging her to spank me. She had meant that all along, of course. She could play me like a fiddle.
She took me by the end and led me into my mother's room. She sat down on the chair my mother had in there, and without comment, she undid my pants, pulled them down, and then pulled my underwear down. There were no lingering touches or special looks. It was business. And then she tipped me forward over her lap.
It HURT. Right before the first swat hits you stare at the carpet, you feel weird because your head is tipped almost upside down, and your butt feels cool and yet the bottom edge feels warm because the undies and scrunched there and then WHAP! And you cry. WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP! They kept coming. She didn't spank fast, but she spanked steady. I cried right away, but this was not my mother, she did not care. I lost count of how many time she smacked my butt. It was at least a dozen, maybe more. I was crying so hard.
She stood me up, and finally hugged me, and told me that she loved me and she had to do that. Then she said "Your punishment isn't over, Charlie. Strip naked and get in that corner." Sobbing, I got naked, and went into the corner clutching and rubbing my sore butt. Wow that spanking hurt. "You stay there!" she ordered me. "I'll be right back." She put some tissues by me and left.
Well, I blew my nose, cried, and eventually calmed down. After a couple of minutes, I heard her come back in.
"Turn around, Charlie," she said, her voice sounding shaky. I did. She was in her underwear. Not the black bra, a green one. And green panties, but not the same shade. The panties were high cut and showed off a lot of leg. They were very nice legs. I gaped at her.
She had tears in her eyes. "I can't believe you lied to me, Charlie," she said. I felt crushed with guilt again. "I spanked the laziness out of you, but we have to deal with the lie." She was holding something in her hands, I realized. Was it something to spank me with? No, it was the very familiar jar of vaseline, and a thing that looked like a plastic cucumber, bent forward a bit (it was a dildo, as I would learn later in life). She took a little square of plastic and bit it open, producing a clear plastic sleeve (it was a condom). "Liars keep lying, Charlie," she said. Her voice sounded off, like weird, like someone on TV who was watching a spinning penny and getting hypnotized. "Unless the lie is fucked out of them."
That startled me. I had heard older boys use the F word, but never an adult. She opened the vaseline jar, and began coating her fake dildo with it. "I lied to my uncle once," she said in that far off voice. I remember it because it was so damned weird. She finished applying the vaseline and wiped her hands on a small towel. "Come here, Charlie," she said. Her voice quavered. I walked over to her.
"I'm really sorry, Miss Thea," I said. I was so incredibly bothered by how much she was bothered. It scared me more than the spanking had.
She let out a big sigh and then focused on me. "Charlie, you might enjoy this, you might not, it is okay if you do, but it is for your own good. Okay?"
"Okay," I said. I didn't know what I was saying okay to.
She had me lie down on the bed, with a pillow under my hips, then a second pillow. Now my naked ass was pointing up. She got behind me, straddled. "Remember that I love you, Charlie," She said. "Will you remember that?"
"I will," I said. I was staring at the floral print on the bedspread, wondering what was going on. Was she going to put that in me?
Yes, she was and she did. She held the small of my back down with one hand, and invaded me. I will never forget it. There was no preamble, no warning, she just slowly fucked me in the ass. There was no other way to describe it. The dildo was not big, I would be surprised if it was even as long as the finger that violated me the day before. But that was a sensual violation. This was fucking. I was fucked. Fucking fuck fuckity fuck fucked. She kept it up, holding me down, pressing me. I gasped, she moaned, I made noises that I didn't understand, she grunted, and it went on.
It was a punishment. It was not fun like her finger. There was no slow touching. Just constant invasion. This did not arouse me. This dominated me. This made me a sorry boy. It didn�t really hurt, certainly not like a spanking, but it made me know that I had no right to be a bad boy, and that she owned me. I felt owned.
Finally she stopped, and she collapsed on me. The pulled it out of my and turned me over. She was crying.
I remember holding her, stroking her hair, and telling her it would be alright. I was very uncomfortable. She was the adult. She should be strong. Why was she crying? My ass was sore, not hers! I mean the plastic thing in my ass didn't really hurt, except that I had just been spanked, but it was sore and tired, like I had been forced to run a lot in gym.
Finally we were both happy. She then said I wasn't a liar any more, I was her good boy. And I said I would clean up. And we did. She made me stay naked, and she stayed in her bra and panties, but we cleaned the entire house. She made me grilled cheese for lunch. I remember eating grilled cheese naked and worried it would drip on me. We finished cleaning the house at around 4 PM or so. She rewarded me with ice cream, then took off her bra and we did 'nursing' again with her rubbing my penis. I dry orgasmed again, and fell asleep.
When my mother woke me up for dinner I was on top of my bed spread, dressed. I don't remember what was for dinner, or what I did that night. I just remember being upset that Miss Thea wasn't there when I woke up, which made me sad. I felt empty with her gone.
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