Jane Gets The Experience She Needs

Jane Gets The Experience She Needs 1

Little English Boy

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Jane Molloy was an only child with her twelfth birthday coming up next week. Her father had run off when she was four and her mother worked hard to bring up her daughter alone. The school summer holidays began next Wednesday and Jane was trying to think up ideas to earn some money to help her mother with the family budget. Having no skills or experience, she was unsure what she could do. After discussing it with her friend Jess, babysitting was suggested. It just required a bit of common sense, which Jane had in abundance, and an air of authority to keep control over her charges. Jess was sure Jane could so it.

“What would I have to do Jess?”

“Well, most of the job involves sitting down watching TV with the children or playing games with them.”

“I could do that.”

“You might have to put together a meal for them. Their mother has invariably prepared that before she left, so the most you might have to do is use the microwave to heat it up. Could you do that?”

“I have to fend for myself when mum is working late, so that wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Most babysitting is so the adults can have a night out, and mothers expect you to supervise the children’s nightly bath before you put them to bed. That can be the fun part, especially when you get to bath the boys.”

Jane giggled.

“You get to see boys naked? I’ve never seen a naked boy. What do they look like?”

“Haven’t you got any cousins Jane?”

“My uncle George and aunt Corrine have three boys; Josh is 10, Fred is 12 and Paul is 15 but they lives miles away so I rarely see them. I’ve certainly never seen my cousins naked!”

“It’s between the legs where the fun parts are. Us girls have a slit there, but boys have a willy with a little bag hanging below containing their two balls.”

“What do boy bits look like Jess?”

“They are surprisingly variable. The little boys only have a tiny willy, and those small ones are usually called a winkle. It looks like a fat little worm about an inch long coming to a point of loose skin. Really snug underneath is a wrinkled little bag with two tiny balls inside. The older boys are much more fun. When they get to 12 or 13 they usually have bigger willys hanging down, 3 or 4 inches long, sometimes more, with skin almost covering the end, which will slide right back. They also have large balls in a loose bag dangling below and there is a lot of hair between the legs.”

Jane looked shocked.

“You get to bath older boys? Don’t they object?”

“Usually you are babysitting younger boys with those cute little winkles, but I have bathed boys up to 15. You rarely get trouble with the younger ones, who happily strip off, but most older boys don’t like doing that in front of a girl, especially a younger girl. You’ve been left in charge and that is where your air of authority comes in Jane. Babysitters have the implicit power to discipline naughty children in their charge, and the threat of a spanking is usually enough to get them to do as they’re told. Obviously, that is only for boys, as girls always respond to an authoritative voice.”

“Of course girls do Jess. But what if that doesn’t work for the boys?”

“Well the boy just gets spanked. I prefer to use the boy’s own slippers, as when he next goes to put them on he will be aware how much pain they gave him. Wearing his own instrument of punishment will be so humiliating, the more so if you keep reminding him about what you did with them. A boy will always go red when you order him to take off his slippers and give them to you so he can get spanked. If you are in a bathroom and he is playing up, a long handled wooden bath brush is often nearby and makes a good substitute. One way or another, the boy must be made to know he WILL be getting naked and you WILL be bathing him. If he does cause trouble, make sure that when his mother gets back you tell her you had to spank him, as he will then get another spanking. In order to reinforce who is in charge, the mother will usually call him down for his spanking while you are there. Off come his PJs, over her lap he goes, then she passes you his slipper. If you spank the naked little brat until he is bawling his eyes out, that sure lets him know who’s the boss. It really is such fun to spank naughty little boys, but they always deserve it.”

“What’s it like to wash a boy’s willy and balls? Isn’t it a bit gross, as boys pee out of their willys don’t they?”

“Yes, they do pee out of their willys, but it’s not at all gross. Handling a little boy’s winkle is great as you slide that loose skin back to expose his tiny mushroom and wash under there. Sometimes it starts to grow as you wash it and may get all stiff and stick up. That is entirely natural and it’ll go back down again. With the bigger boys is where the real fun lies, as they always go scarlet as it gets larger in your hand. That 15 year old was so embarrassed when his willy got huge and stiff as I soaped it up. It was some 7 inches long and nearly 2 inches wide and when I slid his skin back, there was a big purple mushroom on the end. I continued to wash it and he squirmed, then he groaned as his willy pulsed and shot out about a dozen squirts of white sticky stuff called semen, which contains the boy’s sperm. That is known as an ejaculation and we learnt about that in sex-ed. Only big boys can do that, although some of the 10 and 11 year olds can groan and their willys pulse, but nothing comes out because they are not mature.”

“Wow, you get paid to have that much fun?”

“You sure do. It’s such easy money.”

Jane thought babysitting was just the job and would ask her mum about it when she got back in the evening.

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Mrs Molloy was making a pot of tea when Jane wandered in.

“Mum, I was thinking of earning some money for us by babysitting. Jess does it a lot and says I’ve got the ability to do it.”

She started to well up when she heard Jane say ‘money for us’. She had always raised her daughter to be responsible, but was so proud that her first thought was her mum’s difficult finances. Mrs Molloy was Jane’s age when she started babysitting and knew her daughter could cope. She knew what the job entailed and was concerned that, as an only child, Jane had no experience with boys. Mrs Molloy had two brothers; George was two years older than her, and Rick a year younger. Her father left when she was 7, so she was always in charge of the boys and was well aware of their changing anatomy as they grew into men under her care.

“Err... That is wonderful darling, but are you fully aware what is involved?”

“Jess explained to me what is needed, and I know I can do it.”

“Err... You are aware it is normally expected that the babysitter would be supervising bathtime for those kids you will be looking after, and some of them will be boys. You will be seeing and handling naked boys.”

Jane couldn’t help but giggle.

“Jess said that was the best bit! Especially the older boys.”

Her mother knew her own experience and laughed.

“Yes it is. After my dad left, I had to care for your uncle George and uncle Rick and bathed them well into their teens, but you have no experience of naked boys. I’ll ask some of the neighbours if they would let you bath their kids to get some experience with boys. Their mothers will show you what to do at first before you go babysitting solo.”

“OK mum, that sounds great.”

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When her mum got back on Friday evening she gave her the good news.

“I’ve spoken to Mrs Jackson and she said you can help her with her two boys. Matt is 7 and you know dear Robin as he’s in your class. As you know him, it’ll be so much easier for your first time. Their bathtime is at 8.30 and she is expecting you at 8.15.”

Jane liked Robin as he was smart and was always willing to help her with any difficult homework. She had never really thought about what he looked like naked but thinking about it now, she felt a very odd tingle between her legs. It was almost 8.10, so she said ‘see you later mum’ and went down the road to their house. She pressed the doorbell bang on 8.15, and Robin answered.

“Hello Jane. What are you doing here? I hope you haven’t got a problem with your homework as I’m about to have my bath.”

Jane had been expecting Mrs Jackson to answer, but she was a quick thinker and decided to wing it.

“Err... No problems tonight Robin. Err... Your mother asked me to come over... err... as she needed some help.”

Robin thought it was a bit late, but invited her in.

“Come on in. My mum’s upstairs running the bath for me and Matt. You know where it is, so go on up.”

As she went into the bathroom, Mrs Jackson smiled at her.

“A bit nervous are we? I certainly was when I bathed my first boy. Ten I was at the time, and had to bath my neighbour’s 11 year old boy while I babysat him as his folks went out for the night.”

“Err... I am little bit nervous Mrs Jackson, but I’ve been at school with Robin since he was 5 so that’ll make it easier for me.”

Mrs Jackson grinned.

“You can bath Robin then while I bath Matt. Don’t let on you’ve never bathed a boy before and, whatever you do, don’t show any nerves. Be firm and confident. A babysitter is always the one in charge and doesn’t take any nonsense. If Robin won’t get his clothes off, spank him, and undress him yourself if necessary. You can use your hand to spank him if that’s your preference. He will certainly remember this bath brush, as I have often given his bare bottom a pasting with it when he was being naughty. The bath is ready now and a responsible babysitter will always check the temperature first. Put your hand in and swirl it about.”

“It’s perfect Mrs Jackson, just the temperature I have in my bath.”

“Right Jane, it’s show time for my boys. They’re both watching TV, so I’ll call them up. When they get in, I’ll tell Matt to get undressed while you tell Robin to get undressed. Take no nonsense. When we get them in the bath, just follow what I do and act as if this is the hundredth boy you’ve bathed.”

She gave Jane an encouraging smile.

“Remember. Firm and confident. OK?”

Jane could hear her heart thumping, but put on a brave face.

“Yes Mrs Jackson.”

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They heard the TV go off and two pairs of feet coming up the stairs. Jane told herself to calm down as the door handle turned. Matt just strolled into the bathroom but Robin looked shocked to see his classmate there. His mum gave her orders to Matt.

“OK Matt, Jane has checked the temperature, so get your clothes off and in the tub you go.”

Firm and confident Mrs Jackson had told her to be, so Jane took a deep breath and gave Robin his orders.

“OK Robin, get undressed and in the tub so your mum and I can bath you boys.”

Matt had already started to strip, but Robin halted and did not look at all happy.

“Err... Mum, what’s Jane doing here?”

“She’s helping me with your baths tonight. Now get those clothes off. We haven’t got all night.”

Robin decided to become defiant about getting undressed in front of her.

“I’m not getting undressed while she’s in here. Tell her to go downstairs.”

Jane was getting annoyed at his attitude. He had to know who was in charge, so she put on her most authoritative voice.

“You’re getting a bath and I’ll have none of your nonsense boy, or perhaps you want a spanking.”

Robin was in shock as she talked of a spanking, and didn’t move. Jane remembered what Jess had said and raised her voice.

“Get your slippers off boy and give them to me.”

Robin had never been slippered by his mum and was puzzled by her order. Jane was relieved he did as he was told. When she had them both in her hands, Robin swiftly got them back - right across the seat of his shorts!

“Oooooooowwww! Oooooooowwww!”

Matt giggled to see his older brother rubbing his bottom as Jane put all her annoyance into a stern voice.

“Now get all your clothes off boy and in the tub with your little brother, unless you want more of the same.”

Slippering his bottom had the desired effect as Robin began to strip. Jane knew it was best to keep up the pressure.

“Hurry up boy, or the water will get cold.”

Sure enough, Robin speeded up. Mrs Jackson winked at her, very happy with how she was doing. Jane looked across at young Matt as he dropped his underwear, and there was her first naked boy. It was exactly as Jess described; a fat inch long worm with a point of skin, and a wrinkled bag snug below. Robin was down to just his underpants but he began to stall. She had been told to undress him if necessary, so Jane just got down and pulled them off.

Robin went scarlet to see her a few inches from his crown jewels and staring right at them. Jane was a bit puzzled as he didn’t look like Jess had said. There was all the hair she had mentioned, and he had those large dangling balls, but his 3 inch long willy was different, having a large exposed purple head, and where was the loose skin? She checked Matt and could see Robin’s willy was quite different. Mrs Jackson saw the puzzled look and realised Jane knew nothing about circumcised boys.

“As you can see Jane, Robin is one of those boys who has been circumcised. He got an infection on his willy several years back and our doctor recommended his foreskin be cut off to cure the problem.”

She winked at Jane again.

“You’ve no doubt seen quite a few circumcised boys before.”

Jane took the hint about not letting on that Matt and Robin were her first naked boys.

“Err.. Yes Mrs Jackson, lots of them when I’m babysitting.”

“There Robin, you’ve got nothing Jane hasn’t seen before.”

Robin wondered why on earth they thought that would make him feel in the least bit better. He couldn’t care less about other willys she might have seen, as it was only her seeing his that mattered, and he had been humiliated to get stripped completely naked by his classmate. Jane then treated him like a four year old as she gave his bare bottom a light slap to get him in the tub.

“There’s a good little boy Robin. In you get.”

Robin didn’t want to obey her orders, but at least he was able to get his junk out of her sight and under the bubbles. Mrs Jackson began to wash Matt’s hair, so Jane did the same with Robin. After they both washed their arms, chest and back, Mrs Jackson got Matt up. She turned him round and bent him over so she could wash his bottom. Jane went to get Robin up, but he resisted. He could not believe how strong Jane was as she yanked him up, then smacked his bare bum really hard. His mum grinned as she saw a red handprint appear on his bottom. Jane was now finding it just so natural to reprimand him and order him about.

“Don’t try your nonsense with me boy. Now bend over and hold those cheeks apart so I can wash your bottom.”

Robin had seen Matt getting his bum washed many times and went red as he thought of the view Jane was getting. He knew mum always used her finger to wash inside, but for some reason he couldn’t imagine she would do that. How wrong he was. Poking her finger round, she touched his special spot. The feeling Robin suddenly got was incredible, but he was now concerned to feel his penis growing and she would see it when he got up. However much he tried to will it back down, her jiggling finger just made it bigger. The sensation was building and he was breathing hard when, to his relief, she pulled out. He was sure he would have died on the spot if she had made him squirt. She lightly smacked his bottom to get him up. He went scarlet as she grinned at his full-on 5 inch boner. His mum had seen him erect many times before and realised from it being so thick and stiff, that her oldest son must be very close. She knew that the already grinning Jane would soon be getting her first big surprise.

“As you know Jane, boys really can’t control those things. Right, we’ve just got to wash these boys’ willys and we’re done Jane.”

“Of course Mrs Jackson.”

This was the bit Jess told her about that Jane had really been looking forward to. She soaped her hands and reached out for Robin’s stiffie and began to wash it. She was amazed to find it so hard but soft at the same time, and it was really hot. It was not long before she noticed his breathing change.

Robin was in two minds about the wonderful feeling that was building. In his right ear he could hear his angel saying ‘Please stop Jane’, but in his left ear his demon was screaming ‘Go for it girl’. His left ear was clearly winning as Jane noticed his breathing become very ragged, then she felt his boner go rigid and pulse as squirts of semen began to shoot out of the end.

Jane was having the time of her life as she slid her soapy fingers up and down his pulsing rod and had no intentions of stopping, prolonging his incredible feeling. After 10 large squirts across the bathroom, his boner finally collapsed. She did one last squeeze of her fingers along it to get the final drops out, then stopped. He went red as she looked him right in the eyes and grinned. His mum saw the excited look in her eyes and knew she’d enjoyed that big surprise. Her son was embarrassed, but she knew he would have enjoyed it too, as he always did when she washed it. Then Matt chipped in to let Jane know this was a regular thing.

“Wow, that was one of your best Robin. You shot so far this time. I can’t wait to be able to squirt.”

Jane grinned at Matt with his cute little stiffie, then she felt her tummy go cold and wet as some of Robin’s semen had hit her blouse and was now seeping through. Mrs Jackson got a towel and began to wipe it off. She winked at Jane.

“As you know Jane, only bigger boys do that. They can’t help it as it’s a reflex action, but boys are rather messy. I’ll just wipe his stuff all off your front, then wipe it off the floor. You’d better pop that blouse in the wash when you get back. Clean Robin’s willy up, then we can dry the boys off and all go down for some cocoa.”

Jane used a warm towel to dry him, which he found so relaxing. Then she lifted up his willy and began to rub all over his genitals. Oh no, not again he thought. Jane stepped back and looked down to see all its 5” glory. She got another wink from his mum.

“The boys are all dry now Jane, so let’s get that cocoa.”

She gave Matt’s bum a light smack and the naked little boy shot off giggling. Jane did the same to Robin, but he didn’t move.

“Err... Mum, can I get my pyjamas on.”

He usually put his PJs on as soon as he was dry, but tonight his mum dismissed the idea.

“You don’t need them until you get into bed. Now be a good little boy too and go downstairs for your cocoa.”

His mum left him with no option but to walk down the stairs naked with his waggling boner leading the way. What was going on? When they got down, Jane kept looking to see the state of his willy, so it took quite a while to go back down. Jane sat on the sofa between the two boys as they all drank their cocoa. She looked down at that damp patch on her front.

“I hope it won’t stain Mrs Jackson, as this is my school blouse.”

Robin was horrified as he realised a stain there would mean that every day in school he’d get a silent reminder of tonight’s humiliation, and what if she told some of her schoolfriends how it got their? He was able to relax as his mum replied.

“Just give it a soak in some salty water overnight, then wash it as normal and it’ll completely disappear.”

It was getting late and Jane needed to get back. She gave Matt and Robin’s naked thighs a light slap and got up

“I must be going now Mrs Jackson. Thank you very much for the cocoa.”

She smiled at Robin as she apparently continued to speak to his mum.

“If you need help any time, you know where I am.”

Robin was 110% certain he didn’t want Jane bathing him ever again. His demon momentarily floated an image across his mind of her soapy fingers gliding up and down his 5 inch boner, and that unruly willy betrayed his supressed feelings. She grinned as his arousal told her all she wanted to know. Why am I smiling he thought as his mum left this whole crazy idea open?

“I’ll bear that in mind dear.”

Mrs Jackson looked at her son.

“Be a gentleman Robin and show Jane out.”

He was aghast that she was expecting him to stand naked by an open front door as he let his classmate out, and with a stiffie too. His mum’s stare made it clear refusing was not an option, so he had to resign himself to doing as he was told.

“Yes mum.”

He positioned himself firmly behind its wooden screen as he held open the door, the breeze across his willy damping it down.

“Err... Goodnight Jane.”

Jane smiled mischievously at him, then quickly yanked him into full view of the street to receive a lingering kiss right on his lips. She finally put the dreamy-eyed boy down and saw the effect she had had. Jane giggled as she gave his rigid boner a tweak.

“Thanks Robin. It was so much fun seeing you tonight. I hope we can do it again. Now, back inside or you’ll catch your death.”

She smiled and waved goodbye as his boner pointed her way. Standing there with a huge grin across his face, he relived every moment of her stunning kiss. It took a good minute before he realised where he was and shot back inside and slammed the door.

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When Jane got back, her mum asked how it went.

“It was great mum. Mrs Jackson let me bath Robin, which was so much easier for me as I know him so well.”

Jane giggled.

“I know him really well now!”

Mrs Molloy laughed, then she saw her blouse was all wet.

“Did the boys splash about a lot?”

“No mum. Robin’s willy went ever so stiff and he squirted all over me.”

Her mind filled with the vivid recollections of the fun she used to have bathing her brothers. She knew they always enjoyed it too.

“Give it to me and I’ll soak it overnight in salt water so it doesn’t stain. I’m sure Robin wouldn’t want to be reminded what he did every time he looks at your blouse in school. By the way, a short while ago, your aunt Corrine called with some bad news.”

“Oh dear. What was that mum?”

“My stupid brother had an accident on their farm and broke his leg, so she will be tied up with looking after him for the next six weeks. What with it being harvest time and the school holidays, she is not sure she could cope with the three boys as well. I suggested you might be able to help, as I was sure you’d like a summer break on their farm.”

“Wow, that’ll be more experience for me in looking after boys. I’ll remember to stand well to the side when I wash their willys.”

Mrs Molloy had had to do that with George and Rick. She grinned at her so excited, but ever practical, daughter.

“She is sending you a rail ticket so you can travel up on Wednesday when the schools break up for the holidays. She’ll pay you for looking after the boys of course.”

Jane lay in bed that night picturing cousins Josh, Fred and Paul naked. She was so excited she would soon be finding out for real.

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