SSC: The Babysitter

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SSC: The Babysitter

(***, f/m, m/f, Intense, n/c spanking)

A boy gets his revenge on his babysitter. (Approximately 474 words. Originally published 2000-06.)

"Take them DOWN!" said Nia.

I glared at the girl. "You're not my Mommie! You're only twelve!"

"That doesn't matter. I'm your babysitter and you've been a naughty boy and I'm going to give you a spanking!"

Since I wasn't cooperating, she pulled down my pajamas bottoms herself. Her first slap stung, but I was more shamed than anything. After all, I had just turned ten -- I didn't even _need_ a babysitter any more.

"Ouch!" I cried and kicked my feet when she spanked me again, and then again. It was beginning to hurt. She slapped me several more times and I felt my eyes watering. Oh, I didn't want to _cry_ in front of her! I screwed up my courage and somehow made it through.

Nia pulled my underpants and pajama bottoms up, and then tucked me in bed. "Are you going to be a good boy now and go to sleep?"

"Yes, Nia," I said sullenly. But as she flounced out of the room resentment and anger flooded me. _She's_ the one who ought to have been spanked, I thought. Being all pretty and sweet to my parents, and so mean to me. If they knew that all she did was talk on the phone and sneak some of dad's wine and watch TV while she was here....

On Saturday, Nia was there again, waving angelically to my parents as they left for dinner and a concert. I was stuck with Nia and microwave hot dogs. She immediately got on the phone and began jabbering away to her ditzy friend Jasmine. I got Dad's camcorder and began recording my movie.

Nia didn't seem to notice me. As long as I was quiet and out of her hair, she never paid attention. At about eight o'clock I saw her heading to Dad's wine cabinet. She didn't notice me scrunching down behind the potted plant in the corner. I got it all on tape, how she took just a thimbleful of liquor from each open bottle so Dad wouldn't notice anything missing. She mixed it all together into a full glass, then plopped down on the couch.

At bedtime, I showed her the VHS copy, the Hi-8 original safely hidden. I might be ten but I'm not stupid. Nia wasn't stupid either.

"What do you want?"

"It's _your_ turn to be spanked. With the hairbrush."

She wasn't happy, but she complied. She made a lot of strange noises, but her bare bottom sure looked cute all wiggly and turning pink.

"I want you to _always_ babysit me."

"Never again!" she cried, rubbing her tush.

"The tape isn't dated, so you'll be here. And you'll take a spanking every time!"

The sour look on her face delighted me. Maybe being babysat wasn't such a bad thing after all!

The End

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