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Subject: Babysitters who have spanked the boys they watch/watched


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Date Posted: 13:37:40 07/23/16 Sat



Is there anyone else here who babysits/has babysat kids who they had permission to spank?


Right after I started going to UCF a few years ago I used to babysit every day in the afternoon for a mother (a close friend of my mom who used to babysit me when I was little) who lived in the same neighborhood as the rental house I was staying in every day while she was at work, for a little less than a year.

There were two kids, a Amanda (11) and Joshua (10). For about the first two months, when their mother got home she would ask if they had been good for me, and if I gave her a bad report she would spank the one who misbehaved right in front of me, always over her knee and on the bare.

I saw her do this maybe 3 or 4 times, and then eventually she told me I might as well just give the spankings myself, but to please call her first and let her know if I thought they needed one.

So after that I babysat them for about 8-9 more months, and gave maybe 2 spankings a month. Usually it was Amanda I had to do it to, because she was just soooo bratty and disrespectful. I always did it the same way their mom did, bare bottom over the knee with my hand, and then corner time in the living room with their pants down after.

I never spanked unless I thought their mom would have in my place, and I always called her first and made sure she was ok with it, but the truth is I really did enjoy doing it. I would never admit it to anyone, but I always secretly hoped I would get to spank them when I went over. It was a total power trip, having that much authority over someone else and being able to make them take their pants down in front of me and see them naked, lol

I really enjoyed undressing them and having them over my lap, and seeing and touching their bare bottoms. I really liked Joshua, he was a really nice and sweet kid and I hardly ever had to spank him, but he had such a cute plump little butt, lol! It would bounce when I smacked it and turn really red, it was adorable! After I was done spanking I would always keep him over my lap and rub his bottom and lecture him, and really that part was just because I liked it. I hardly ever had to/got to spank him though, because he was always pretty good. When he was getting spanked he was obedient and didn't fight with me or make a fuss, but he did cry by the end usually.



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Jacked Off by the Babysitter by More Stories

When I was a teen my little brother and I had a babysitter watch after us when my parents went out. I personally felt like I was too old to have a babysitter, but since I was known for being a troublemaker, and I was stuck with a younger brother (11) too I was condemned to being babysat even at my age. Fortunately, we had a hot looking babysitter named Nancy, who was 18 with big firm boobies, green eyes and beautiful auburn hair. In front of my parents she always acted all calm and proper, but when my parents weren’t home she was a very different person. She would let us do a lot of things that my parents would never approve of like stay up and watching grown up programs on cable that had bad words and nudity, eat junk food, and even teach us dirty words. She knew I was a horny little devil and liked to tease me in different ways.

One night when babysitting us we were playing cops and robbers with my little brother to entertain him. We would take turns, one person being the policeman, and the other being the robber wearing a ski mask. We used the whole house, and with the lights off the robber would have to sneak into rooms and steal stuff putting it in a pillowcase without being caught. The police person would go through the house one room at a time looking for the robber. If you didn’t listen, and hide really good the policeman could find you and arrest you. We had these cheap handcuffs that were actually made from metal, but had a little hidden safety latch on them. Funny thing is it was really hard to reach the release latch if you were the one handcuffed.

One of the times when I was playing the policeman, and she was the robber, I caught her in the den hiding behind the couch. I got to arrest her and “play” search her for anything hidden on her or in her pockets. She let me reach under her shirt and feel her breast through her bra, and reach into her jeans pockets. I even tried to unbutton her pants and got as far as unbuttoning and unzipping them before she stopped me saying that was far enough. Seeing the top of her little white panties with a red elastic waistband and little colored dots on them made me really horny. Her smooth skin and flat tummy drove me wild. I wanted to do more but she would not let me.

We had been playing for a while so around 9:30 she told my brother it was bedtime. He didn’t want to go to bed and was being a brat about it. She ordered him to get into his pajamas, but said I could stay up longer. She put my brother to bed, and I went to change. She was sitting on the couch watching TV when I came out a while later in my lose-fitting pj’s with stripes on them. As soon as she saw me she started laughing poking fun at my pajamas. Feeling belittled I threw a fit and jumped on her trying to overpower her. I was trying to pin her down to the couch but she was stronger. In all the struggling and wriggling around together I got excited. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and with all the close contact I got a raging hard-on in my pants. Then she rolled me over on my stomach and managed to handcuff my arms behind my back! With my hands behind me I could not reach the little release catch. I was stuck handcuffed with a hard-on grinding against the ground now! I mean it got rock hard. She said she was going to spank me like a little baby if I kept misbehaving. I didn’t care. Then things got even worse (or better depending on how you look at it). When she rolled me over again to talk to me the head of my erect penis popped out of my pajama fly! I was so embarrassed that my face became hot. She stared wide-eyed at my helpless twitching penis as I lay there powerless to do anything and reached down and grabbed it by the shaft. I guess I have a pretty big dick for my age and she seemed to be very impressed with it. “Oh my!” she said with a sly tone in her voice. “Well we are a very bad boy aren’t we?” I was really embarrassed but really turned on too at the same time and just stood there speechless. Forcefully she pulled me over her lap on the couch with my shoulders propped up on the end of the couch. She pulled my pj pants all the way down and reaching underneath she started stroking my super hard dick with one hand, while spanking my naked butt with the other. “Bad boy!” she kept playfully saying while she lightly spanked my butt and stroked my dick. My dickhead now got wet with precum that she used as lube to stroke me ever further. She spanked and stroked me as I moaned in ecstasy till I arched my back and jutted my hips forward spurting all over the couch pillow! I was really embarrassed after, lying there handcuffed and bottomless with spooge all over me & the couch. She made me promise to not ever say anything about it or she would never baby sit for me again. I eagerly agreed. The she cleaned the couch off and flipped the cushion and told me I needed to go to bed.
Janienudiepants wrote:
Babysitter by Janienudiepants

Very nice story. I babysat a lot for my mom's divorced friends as a teen. Mainly single moms, occasionally everyone else. I dreaded some kids, and others I lived to die for, they were so cute. One pair of boys were four and seven, a bit like you, and cute as h*ll. At bedtime one thing you knew for sure who had a "hard-on." Their little flagpoles stood out of their pj tents once they found the hole. Of course, little boys button pjs have a huge hole in front -- they never button them, and their little d*cks found it all the time in tickle fights, wrestling playing around with them before bed or just sitting with me snuggled up watching TV. I grew up with the impression boys always had a hard-on.

I always enjoyed the cute little kids and what I saw. I imagine their mom played with them like I did. They weren't shy pulling each others pj bottoms down at all -- it was all great fun. They had such cute bottoms! And of course, they shouted with glee whenever they could pull something down from me!

lol
still enjoy remembering...
Janie
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‘And. Then. You'll. Listen. To. Me!’ Polly’s hand came down with each word as she spanked Pup-Eye on the rear end. His brothers had received spanking punishments already, and Polly was nearly red in the face. She was going to prove a point that the boys had better obey every command, or punishment would ensue. ‘Remember, this hurts me more than this hurts you.’ The very idea made her laugh inside. They refused to wash the dishes, take out the garbage, or even finish their homework. The truth was the majority of chores was Polly’s responsibility, being the nanny/housekeeper. But she figured since she had run of the house that day, she deserved a day off, and between the four boys, they could have done it in no time. If she had only allowed them to have spinach, it would have been a snap. But she was playing hardball, and it was her way or the highway. The spinach was kept tightly in the top of her blouse, the big no-no area for any little boy’s hands. She knew she had checkmated them before the game had even started. She smirked as she stared the boys down, an evil grin across an otherwise attractive face. ‘Now that we all understand each other….go clean your room!’ She stuck one long finger out towards the back of the house. The boys trudged single file one behind the other. Unbeknownst to Polly, each boy began to grin like a Cheshire Cat, they all were thinking the same thing. Once they got to their bedroom, the door was locked tight and the planning began. ~ The boys had a strategy. They had the will. They just needed the means. Poopeye peered around the corner and saw their ‘favorite’ babysitter was sitting in a chair only a few feet from the television. A hamburger commercial was playing loudly. ‘Okay,’ he whispered, ‘to the kitchen.’ It took all four boys to quietly lift the chair and move it to the counter so as not to give away their position. If Polly knew what they were after, she'd stop them in an instant. Once those boys ate their spinach, she'd lose all control over them. Pipeye stood on his tiptoes and reached into the cupboard, his hand moving about in a blind fashion, but he didn't find anything. ‘Where's the spinach,’ Peepeye quietly growled. The way all their faces looked would have made a stranger feel they were constantly perturbed, it wasn't their fault, they were just born that way. Even a bulldog can be the sweetest soul, looks aren't everything. ‘There's nothing in here,’ Pipeye whispered down to his three brothers. They didn't understand; their uncle always kept the spinach in the third corner from the left. If it wasn't there, where was it? ‘Looooooking, for this?’ The boys turned and saw Polly leaning against the doorframe, a bag of spinach sitting inside her cleavage. When she had arrived, Popeye was a bit stunned the babysitter to his young nephews was wearing a rather revealing blue dress. Granted, it was a nice contrast against her dark hair which rested just above her shoulders. But, was it appropriate for to show off her assists rather flauntingly. Her bust provided a great pouch for the spinach to rest comfortably in. Even Popeye had moments of jealousy and excitement whenever Polly entered the room. She could be late but her bust would have arrived five minutes before. When she left the room, well, that wasn't such a bad thing either. The backside of Polly was nothing to complain about either. It was like two mini beach balls were stuffed under her dress. The smirk on her face nearly hurt her face it was so prominent. She knew it was, game, set, match. Check-mate. ‘Now,’ she said, swaying her hips as she entered the kitchen. She was never one not to let an opportunity pass to gloat. Especially when it came to the children she was supposed to watch. They were much easier to push around than her friends or potential dates. ‘What did you intend to do to poor, little, old me, if you got your hands on…..this?’ She leaned down and pointed to her cleavage to emphasis her gloating in an exaggerated fashion, she giggled to herself. Each boy was rubbing his foot into the ground. More embarrassed at being outsmarted by the babysitter than being caught by her. Pupeye spoke up first. ‘Well, you see, we were just hungry and we didn't want cookies and- gah!’ He jumped and tried to grab the spinach from Polly’s proper uppers. She simply stood straight back up, pulling the spinach out of any of the boy’s grasps. As the boys all stood next to each other, all in unison snapped the fingers at once. ‘Ah, rats!’ They said. Polly threw back her head and laughed, her hair swinging back as if waving to the boys as she turned and headed back to the living room. She plopped into the chair and even kicked her feet up onto the coffee table, something the boys were never allowed to do, but she was in charge, the rules didn't apply to her. ‘More like mouse,’ they thought to themselves. Unbeknownst to Polly, this was exactly what the boys had been planning on. Like a game of chess, plan ahead and key your opponent fall into your trap. Poopeye went over to the refrigerator and pulled it open, peeling a slice of cheese from the deli compartment. All their eyes moved over to the small mouse hole, one of many temporary houses of their small friend PeeWee. The brown mouse would always pop out to say hello, for any occasion, he was friendly enough. But when a slice of cheese was involved, well, you didn't have to ask him twice. The yellow slice was laid down on the kitchen floor, and moments later, a small nose peeked out, sniffing, honing in on the source of deliciousness. Once his eyes locked onto the target, he scampered into the kitchen, giving a nod to the boys as he sat down and started on his snack. The boys were in no rush to start the next phase of the plan, they wanted PeeWee to enjoy, and then he could help them. Once the cheese was eaten, PeeWee licked his paws and cleaned his little mouth, licking his lips to catch any lasting flavor. Pupeye reached down and gently lifted him off the ground. They each reached out to pet his small head and his soft furred back. He enjoyed being the center of attention. They had watched him eat and now were petting him, what more could a mouse ask for? He was about to get an experience unlike any other. Pupeye carefully cradled PeeWee in both hands and then hid them behind his back. All four boys and their tiny friend headed to the living area. ‘I can't see the tv with you four standing there,’ Polly grumbled. She was planning to finish her babysitting job plopped down on the couch and flip channels. Uninterrupted. ‘We want to play a game,’ Peepeye spoke up. The boys had their hands behind their back, indicting the classic game of, “what's behind my back and in which hand.” Polly frowned. She despised guessing games. ‘Tell me who has it, and I'll guess which hand.’ All eyes looked to Pupeye. He smiled and nodded. ‘Alright, Pupeye. Let me have it,’ emphasizing the words by saying them slowly. ‘Polly. Meet PeeWee.’ Before she could ask who, or what, PeeWee was, Pupeye reached forward and dropped PeeWee onto Polly’s shirt. ‘Yeeeeeeeeipe!’ The screech that emanated from Polly’s mouth, one would have thought a train whistle was blowing, a high pitched squeal that had never been produced. She leapt out of her chair and started jumping around, pulling at her shirt, trying to get the rodent off her without actually touching him. All four faces turned beat red from holding in their laughing. They didn't know Polly had such great dance moves. PeeWee moved towards the food once more; right where Polly’s flesh was exposed, along with the spinach. ‘Ohhhhhh, no you don't!’ Polly grabbed at her shirt and yanked it up, sending the spinach and PeeWee soaring. Pipeye ran forward and caught PeeWee in his hands, setting him on the ground. ‘I'll get you, you little devil!’ Polly stormed over, completely forgetting about the spinach, and tried to stomp on the poor mouse. But he was too quick, and her being in heels didn't add to her own personal speed. Finally she stomped her foot in defeat, letting him run off, squeaking up a storm into the closet mouse hole that led back to his main area in the walls. ‘I got it, I got it!’ Poopeye called out. Like a baseball player without a mit, he dramatically dived forward, catching the bag of spinach with one hand. His brothers rushed over and the spinach was dealt out equally. All four in tandem swallowed the spinach and felt the immediate effects of extra strength. 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