On the third day my sister came back shortly after breakfast. I didn't really have any alone time with Miss Thea. At least not enough to do the things I really wanted to do.
The rest of the summer was a lot of fun. I hungered constantly for Miss Thea's touch. I hungered even more for the nursing. I tried to play with my own penis when I was alone but I couldn't make it do what she could make it do, so I gave up. My sister was always around, or other people were. We sometimes snuck things in. Miss Thea flashed me once. She certainly liked to bathe me. But overall, normal sitter stuff.
Well, fantastic sitter stuff. We played (normal) games, had fun, went places. She was great.
She also affected me in other ways, she spent time teaching me to notice people, have more empathy. She was a person who led by example, and was always looking to do a kind deed. She was positive, always emphasizing the good, and she made you want to be like her.
School rolled around again. Then my sister's 12th birthday party. Then Halloween, when Miss Thea was a witch, and my mother was a tiger, and I was Batman, and my sister was to cool to dress up. (Feh.) But Miss Thea went trick or treating with us. She was becoming more and more part of her family.
I remember as the months went by and it became cooler, that my mother trusted Miss Thea on medical things. My sister and I started to get our temperatures taken rectally as a matter of course. (With a normal rectal thermometer, not the fetish one she'd used on my butt once.) I enjoyed it. My sister protested, but my mother was convinced by Miss Thea that it was the best method. I remember my sister lying face down on her bed, her pants and panties down, waiting with the thermometer in her butt. I got it plenty as well.
So did my mother, apparently Miss Thea was very persuasive. My mother had her temperature taken privately in her room, by Miss Thea. That boggled my mind.
My father came home for Christmas, and that was fantastic. Until he had to leave. Then my mother started night school again in the winter. I remember her being REALLY worked up because now she was taking two courses, and her freaking out a bit, and Miss Thea was always trying to calm her down.
I woke up late one night that winter. I heard slapping sounds, faint ones. I padded out of bed, and looked outside. Miss Thea's car was there, as was my mother's. No one was in my mother's room. I heard more slaps coming from the basement.
I normally didn't go into the basement much because it was boring, just laundry and storage. But the door was open and the light on. I peeked down the stairs. What I saw boggled my mind.
Miss Thea sat on a chair that she had brought down there from the dining room. My mother was across Miss Thea's lap. My mother's slacks and underwear were around her ankles, and I could see her butt. It was quite colorful. Miss Thea had a paddle in her hand, and she was slowly and deliberately swatting my mother. WHACK! "Twenty-two, thank you Ma'am," my mother said. WHACK! "Twenty-three, thank you, Ma'am!" Then Miss Thea saw me and I froze. Miss Thea gave me a smile and winked at me. Two more whacks with thank yous, and Miss Thea was rubbing my mother's butt with her hand and telling her that she had to keep pushing through and that she couldn't fall apart. Kind of like a speech a coach would give to a sports team. Then Miss Thea waved me back to bed. My mother had no idea I had seen this. I had no idea how to process it.
The next day my sister and I were picked up from the school bus by Miss Thea instead of my mother. Miss Thea told us that our mother would be spending time at the library tonight, and my sister had a sleep over at a friend, and that Miss Thea would be with me until my mother got home. My sister was ecstatic. So was I.
At hour later my sister was gone to her friend's house and I was helping Miss Thea make dinner. Miss Thea told me very matter-of-factly that my mother had asked her for some discipline, and she was happy to provide it, but I must not tell anyone what I saw. I promised. Dinner was great, and afterwards Miss Thea stripped me naked, and took off everything but her panties, and I nursed on the couch while she played with my penis. After some time I had the dry shivers, the orgasm, but I didn't fall asleep. So she took me upstairs and gave me a bath. I remember her taking her time rubbing me.
Much of the next few months were a happy blur. I was in 3rd grade, and things were good. My sister needed math help, and Miss Thea would tutor. My mother took more and more of Miss Thea's help and advice whenever my father was gone for long periods, and it got to the point where whatever Miss Thea suggested just happened. I remember that we all started taking vitamins, that she got my mother to bring less junk food into the house, and that the rectal temperature taking was almost a daily thing, even if we didn�t feel sick.
Nobody questioned it. The rectal thermometer was a magical talisman. If Miss Thea held it in her hands, you pulled your pants and underwear down and bent over.
I remember my sister getting a spanking from both my mother and then Miss Thea at some point in this time, one after the other, and in the living room where I could see. Angie had been caught with a boy. My mother didn't tell me what happened, but Miss Thea told me a few days later that my sister was letting the boy stick his hands down her panties. I remember wondering when I could do that, and Miss Thea laughed and told me 'soon, if you are very, very good.' This was a bit confusing because she frequently told me what a good boy I was. But she also as training me to delay gratification, that a good friend (i.e. a good lover) would be patient for his partner.
I turned 9, I remember having fun with my friends, I was getting into playing football.
Summer came. My sister went to a sleep away camp, a very nice one, as there was some program that paid for stuff like that for military families now, which was great. I had day camp until 2:30 or so, lots of sports and fun. And then Miss Thea picked me up and we had more fun.
I couldn't say with certainty, but it must have been 3 weeks where my sister and my mother were not around (my mother got home around 6:00, that gave Miss Thea and I over 3 hours together). Almost every day I was stripped naked, fingered in my butt, and I sucked on her wonderful breasts. A few times she play spanked me, pretending that I had done something, but the slaps were light and fun, and only a tiny bit stingy. This butt fingering, again with the Vaseline and the glove, was the sensual kind. It was not like that day where I had been punished with the dildo. I very rapidly became accustomed to the idea that my butt hole was her plaything. To this day the sight of a woman putting on dishwasher gloves (I know that they are hardly used anymore) gives me an erection.
A few weeks in, with just a few days left until my sister came home, Miss Thea gave me a real treat. I had to earn it. She made me clean the house, and do yard work, and do free yard work for an elderly neighbor. She had a point system and a chart. My mother thought that Miss Thea was going to buy me a toy when I completed the chart. And she did. But she'd also promised me that I would finally see her vagina.
I remember the day well. I remember her picking me up from camp, and taking me home and bathing me. She said I had to be very clean. She clipped my nails and told me that a gentleman only touches a woman with clean hands. After I had my nails clipped and my body scrubbed, I was naked and out of the tub and I saw that she had this bag and hose.
She said I had to be clean on the inside also.
She made me kneel, nude, on the bath mat, and put my face on floor and my butt high up in the air. I liked that part. I like it when she exposed me and made me naked. She made me spread my legs. Then came the finger with vaseline. I liked that part a lot, even though she was quicker, no lingering touches back there this time, only business.
Then came the hose.
Okay, I liked her sticking the nozzle in me, but not the water. I did not like how the enema felt. (I still don�t like them now even though I have them fairly frequently as they are a necessary prerequisite to pegging. If you are surprised to learn that I like pegging you really have not being paying attention to what you read here.) My stomach felt gooey during the enema. And getting rid of it afterwards seemed to take forever. But she rubbed my back and told me how wonderful I was. Once I was clean, and wiped again with another wet cloth, she brought me into my room.
And she slowly, slowly, so slowly, took off her clothes. She knew how to tease, that was for certain. And she took her time shaking her breasts at me. I loved them for sure, but I was waiting for something better.
I don't remember a lot of little details. Oh I remember her vagina coming into view. Not a lot of hair, just a trimmed bit above it, but I could still see everything. Especially when she leaned back and opened her legs.
I remember being surprised that it wasn't in the same place as a balls and penis, like it was really between the legs, as opposed to sort of in front, like a guy. She made that clear when she showed it off in various poses, including bent over.
The female vagina is so, so beautiful. Two golden moons, pressed just so softly together. The little fold sticking out. The many folds within. I had to earn this vagina, so I respected it. Disrespecting the vagina meant a spanking. I was well shaped by Miss Thea.
Oh, and she had a fantastic ass. Looking back I could tell that she was a jogger.
Needless to say my little penis was stiff as a board. It may have been a 9-year-old�s in size, but it was a rock, solid granite. It almost hurt it was so hard. I remember her letting me touch her vagina. I remember how warm it felt. I remember feeling like she trusted me. I remember feeling like I was special to her. I remember her explaining its part to me. I remember thinking it unfolded like a flower. I told her that. She liked it. For years after that she referred to it as 'her flower.'
I remember her 'magic button' - she said it was medically called a clitoris, but it was a magic button. She showed it to me, touch me how to touch it the right way. It took me a while, maybe ten minutes, but I made her orgasm. And then we did the nursing and her fondling me again. Then we quickly got dressed when we heard my mother's car pull up.
I wanted to do more with Miss Thea the next few days, but nearly being caught by my mother made her cautious. And then my sister came home. And then things were more or less normal. But every once in a while when my sister was at a friend, Miss Thea and I would quickly get naked, and touch each other. I got very good with her magic button, and I was able to make her orgasm much more quickly, and she always told me how special I was.
I was very upset when school started again. Miss Thea was a regular babysitter again, with my sister and I both at home doing homework until my mother came home. Just a couple of hours of having her around but it being work and no fun, well that made me kind of angry. She didn�t even take our temperatures, my mother was doing that. My mother did not arouse me when taking my temperature, so say the least.
On the third or fourth week of school, after Miss Thea left one evening, I gave my mother a hard time over nothing. Nine years old or not, I was in her room, my pants and underwear down, getting my butt spanked. And my sister was invited in to watch because of a very bad word that I had used. I refused to cry at first, and boy that was a mistake. Eventually I did cry, because after many smacks with the hand she used her hairbrush. OW. I shift in my seat at my desk even now as I remember that and write about it.
I apologized after the spanking, and I learned to deal with my frustration a little better. (In other words, I started playing with myself in my room and thinking about Miss Thea's body. I still couldn't make myself orgasm but it was better than nothing.) Miss Thea heard about the spanking but only reminded me to be good.
I remember Miss Thea babysitting me so that my sister could have her 13th birthday party at our house without me there. But we went to a park, a public place, so we didn't exactly do anything. She tried to play with me but I was very pouty, so instead she talked to me like a real person. She talked to me about patience, and about respecting the person you were intimate with. She taught me what intimate meant. She talked about taking breaks when a woman had her period. I had the vaguest idea of what that was, my sister was buying pads now, but not the details. So Miss Thea explained it to me. And other things. Looking back, she always answered my questions, never treated me like an idiot. Her sexual education was frank, but respectful. She also explained that we had something special, but we couldn't talk about it, because intimate people did not blab.
She frequently discussed discretion with me, privacy, don't tell, keep secrets. She made it part of our relationship in layers.
Yes, I know what you're thinking. Classic sexual predator behavior. But a predator eats its prey. She was not consuming me, she was building me up. She was making me a better person, making our family happier. But I was feeling left out when I could not do the special things with her. She told me that she would as soon as she could, and that if I could just hold on, some fantastic things were coming. She asked me to trust her, and of course I did.
She did not trick or treat with me that Halloween, it was just my Mom and I. Miss Thea was careful about people not figuring out what we were doing, and I thought that was part of it. As it turns out, Miss Thea had to work a regular job that night. But right after Halloween, my mother told us that shortly before Thanksgiving she would be going to a business trip, and it would be from Thursday afternoon to Sunday morning. Miss Thea would come over and stay with us.
I'd hoped that my sister would get parked somewhere, but my sister was insistent that she spend time with Miss Thea. She was no longer fighting with Miss Thea, and she seemed to really respect her and like her. When the business trip came, my sister got her own time with Miss Thea, and I was insanely jealous.
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