THE BABYSITTER - PART 1 BY: Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) Copyright September 15, 2000 by Hooked 6. All rights reserved. No reproduction, retransmission, re-posting on another Internet site is permitted without the expressed WRITTEN consent of the author (Hooked6@hotmail.com). The following story is for mature ADULTS only and is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is pure coincidence. The story is for ADULT entertainment. The plot of the story if it were true may be considered illegal or abusive in some localities. The author neither advocates or condones such conduct but believes in the right of free creative expression. The author understands the difference between fantasy and reality. By reading this article, the reader hereby asserts that this material is appropriate for the area in which the reader resides and is of an appropriate age to access ADULT material. Comments are ALWAYS welcome. THE BABYSITTER - PART 1 BY: HOOKED6 When I was a young boy, my parents decided to take a trip for a weekend alone. One of those romantic getaways to rekindle the spark in their marriage I guess. They hired my teenage niece to watch over me while they were gone. I wasn't what you would call a really bad kid, but I did seem to have a propensity for always being at the center of calamity. I called it just plain bad luck. My mom attributed it to the "boys will be boys" syndrome - whatever that was. She said I was at that awkward age, not really a kid but not a teenager either. Before my mom left she made it very clear that she expected me to behave or, I would not only be punished when she returned, but that she would see to it that my dad would have me taken off my Little League Baseball team for the rest of the summer. She knew how much I LOVED baseball. I promised her that I would be good. That Friday my niece, Terri, came over. She was old enough to drive and even had her own car - something that I was VERY impressed with for someone so young-looking. My parents gave her all the requisite phone numbers and last minute instructions and then, just to make a point, told Terri that she had total discretion and could use her own good judgement in matters that arose while they were gone. My mom then gave me a hug and once again made me promise directly to Terri that I would not get into mischief. With that they drove off leaving me alone with the babysitter. Terri smiled at me and said, "Joey, I'm sure we'll get along fine and we are going to have a good time while your parents are gone. I think I had better go in and start fixing us some dinner." I followed her inside and into the kitchen. Not having a sister of my own I was curious about this young niece of mine. I mean I really didn't know her well at all and had only seen her once before. She was pretty and had long blonde hair. She was wearing a trendy-looking very short skirt and knee-high boots, which were all the rage in the 70's. Even though I was much younger, I couldn't help staring at her. She wasn't at ALL like my mom! I think I was developing and instant crush on her. Terri busied herself preparing our dinner. I enjoyed her confidence and her "take charge" attitude. The view every time she bent over to get a pot or pan wasn't bad either. I found myself wanting to please her or to help her in some way but I didn't know what to do. After all, I had no clue how to cook. I guess Terri got tired of my constant staring because she eventually asked me if I wanted to set the table for her. I jumped off the stool I was sitting on with enthusiasm and got out some plates and carried them into the dining room. I then literally ran back to the kitchen and climbed up on the counter to get some glasses. I didn't want her to think I was a dumb helpless little kid. Being the Klutz that I was, however, I dropped one of the glasses onto the floor as I climbed down off the counter. It shattered into a million pieces. I was so embarrassed. That wasn't the way to make a good impression. Terri sighed hard, but then regained her composure and said in a conciliatory tone, "That's OK, Joey. I Guess I should have given you a hand. I'll clean this up. Why don't you go into the Family room and watch some TV until dinner is ready." I desperately wanted to do something to show that I was grown up and replied quickly, "I can clean this up." I immediately ran to the closet and got the broom and dust pan. "NO Joey. That's OK," Terri said. "That's broken glass and you could cut yourself." I acted like I didn't hear her and started sweeping the pieces of glass into a little pile. I was doing all right until I reached down with the dust pan and lost my balance a little. Catching myself, I placed the palm of my free hand on the floor - right onto a broken shard of glass. You guessed it - blood everywhere! "SEE I TOLD YOU THAT WOULD HAPPEN!" Terri yelled. She quickly got some paper towels to wrap over my hand and took me to the sink. Washing my hand under running water, it became evident, however, that it was only a little sliver of a cut, which she soon had bandaged. She poured me a glass of grape juice to pacify me and said, "Joey, PLEASE go into the family room and watch TV. I'll call you when dinner is ready." Realizing that I had better do as I was told, I took the glass and silently obeyed her request. I could have kicked myself a hundred times for being such a klutz. Why did I have to embarrass myself in front of her like that? As it turned out, there was nothing on the TV but news and I quickly got bored. I started teasing the cat, hiding behind the couch and pretending to pounce on her when she wasn't looking. I LOVED the way her tail puffed out when I surprised her like that. I was having fun until Terri came around the corner and surprised me by saying "Dinner's ready!" Startled, I jumped up so fast I knocked over the end table on which I had placed my drink of grape juice. It spilled all over the carpet. Terri said a word that I had only heard my daddy use a few times and pulled me up by my arm and ordered me to my room as she went back into the kitchen to get something to clean it up before it stained the rug. She sounded really MAD! I quietly went to my room and sat on my bed. Once again I was mentally beating myself up for being such a fool. I just HAD to do SOMETHING to redeem myself. The more grown up I tried to be the more I ended up acting like a little kid. I decided that I needed to take responsibility for my mess and help her clean it up. Even though it meant disobeying her, I thought she would be pleased that I was at least trying to do them right thing. I left my room. Not seeing Terri in the family room, I quickly headed toward the kitchen. Big Mistake! As I was rounding the corner I ran smack into her as she was carrying the serving dish with our dinner! It ended up all over the floor. My mom's best serving ware was shattered and dinner was ruined. "THAT DOES IT YOUNG MAN!" Terri scolded. Ignoring the mess, she grabbed my arm and hauled me into the family room. She was yelling at me the whole time, "I thought I TOLD you to STAY in your ROOM?" she demanded to know. "I was only trying to help!" I said, as she was nearly pulling my arm out of its socket as she spun me around to face her as she sat on the couch! "Joey. I have only been here a short time and already you've gotten into so much mischief! I have to put a stop to this right now! I'm not going to spend an entire weekend like this. Do you understand me?" She asked angrily. I understood all right. I shook my head affirmatively too scared to utter a word. Pointing her finger at me in a menacing manner she said, "YOU need to learn that I MEAN what I say! You aren't going to test me just to see what you can get away with. NO SIR YOUNG MAN! For disobeying me and leaving your room, ruining dinner and making such a mess, I'm going to give you a spanking!" My eyes widened at her words. My dad was a firm believer in corporal punishment when I was younger but it had been quite a while since I had been disciplined like that. "NO, PLEASE" I meekly protested. "I didn't mean to. . ." I was cut short by Terri as she interrupted with, "ENOUGH!" "Prepare yourself young man." She ordered. I just stood there not knowing what she meant. "You heard me," she continued, obviously angered at my hesitation, "Get those pants off, NOW!" I stood there in front of her not believing my ears! She couldn't be serious! Not even my dad spanked me like that. "NOW!" she screamed. I was so taken aback by the force of her commanding voice I didn't protest further. I slowly started to pull my pants down, exposing my white underwear to my niece. I let them drop to my ankles and just stood there looking up at her. "ALL THE WAY OFF!" she barked. I tried to step out of them, but the pants got stuck on my shoes. "Take off your shoes first, stupid!" she said with exasperation. Not wanting to anger her further, I quickly sat on the floor and took off my shoes and removed my pants and stood up before her. "WELL?" she asked "You're not through yet. THOSE TOO!" she said pointing at my underwear. Now I really began to get scared. "oooh NO!" I said "I'm not gonna take. . ." but Terri interrupted, "FINE! I'll just call your parents and. . ." I quickly shook my head and replied, "OK, OK! I'm doing it, see?" I said as I dropped my underwear to the floor and stepped out of them. The humiliation of standing nearly naked in front of this young girl hit home when she smiled a satisfying expression as she looked me over. I immediately felt self-conscious and placed my hands over my privates. "STOP THAT!" Terri corrected. "You keep those hands at your side." I swallowed hard and slowly did as she had ordered. I stood there silently for what seemed like an eternity. My little penis was no longer a secret. I had longed to grow pubic hair like my dad but it hadn't even started to grow yet. I was smooth as a baby's bottom down there - which was how I was feeling right then - like a baby! Now I was painfully aware that the girl I was trying so hard to impress KNEW that I was really a little kid after all! I used to be proud of my manhood but now my life was over. Seeing the smirk on her face as she stared at it told me that she wasn't impressed with anything that I had, that's for sure! Terri got up off the couch and bent me over so that my hands were on one of the cushions and my butt was stuck out towards her. I heard some rustling and looking over my shoulder, I saw her removing the wide belt that was holding up her skirt. I lowered my head and closed my eyes. WHACK! I felt the first blow. MAN THAT HURT! I gasped and squeezed my butt cheeks tight. I could have swore I heard a little giggle. Another blow found its mark, then another and another. "OW!" I yelled, "I'll be good, I promise!" SLAP! Another blow! I started to whimper, then cry as the blows kept coming. I guess I got about 20 altogether before she stopped. "Joey, march yourself into that corner over there and place your nose against the wall until I tell you that you can come out," She said as she pointed me towards the wall. I stood up wiping the tears away from my cheeks and walked over to the corner and did as she said. "And keep those hands at your side. If I catch you turning around or covering your butt you'll get more for disobeying me, GOT IT?" I shook my head yes. I was so humiliated! My butt was on fire and the fact that I had cried in front of a girl was almost more than I could bear at that time. I heard Terri cleaning up the mess of the ruined dinner. I could tell she was still mad. After a while I heard the doorbell ring in the other room. Terri stopped what she was doing and went to answer it. I heard voices, female voices as she opened the door to see who it was. "Hi Terri! We were on our way to meet some guys for a bite to eat and thought we would stop by and see how things were going," I heard one of them say. They were obviously friends of Terri's from school or something. "OH Man!" I heard Terri reply. This is going to be harder than I thought. It's been a nightmare ever since they left. You wouldn't believe the trouble I've had so far!" They were just in the other room. Fortunately a wall and a small corridor separated us and they couldn't see me! I felt so vulnerable as I stood naked in the corner. I worried that they would come in and see me! As long as I could hear them talking in the other room I felt safe. I heard them laughing as Terri recounted my actions. With each outburst of laughter I was humiliated even further. Now THREE people knew how clumsy I was and the trouble I was in! As I was filled with self-pity I lost track of their conversation, that is until I heard one girl ask, "Terri before we go, do you have some lipstick I could borrow?" My heart almost stopped as I heard Terri reply, "Sure, follow me. It's in my purse in the other room!" OH GOD! What was I going to do? They were coming in MY room! I closed my eyes tight like an ostrich burying his head in the sand hoping that they would all go away. That's when I heard a gasp from one of the girls and giggles from the others. "What's this all about?" I heard one girl ask still giggling.