New Babysitter 3

By Gerste

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"New Babysitter," part III, by Gerste

Josh was still brooding over these things when a sudden itch on his left testacle summoned his automatic reaction. Without thinking, he reached down and scratched it, like he had always done literally thousands of times before...only this time, there was another hand in the way, impeding his progress, slapping it away. Josh was jolted out of his thoughts to meet the reality "at hand." Needless to say, the "hand" was Jill's.

Jill: "How dare you violate my strictest orders not to touch your ballsack? You shall now taste the discipline of my whip."

Josh couldn't understand why this highschooler acted as if she was an adult. It is true, she seemed more adult than him, but Josh had not met a highschooler who so pretentiously assumed the role of de facto parent or guardian. It offended his sensibilities on some abstract level he could not quite explain.

Josh: "They were itchy. Can't you make an exception for that? Am I to resist scratching something so annoying?"

Jill: "I don't give a motherfuck if an extraterrestrial flesheating cocksucker were gnawing your raw, bloody dick. Under no circumstances are you to touch your dick or balls. Got it? [Pause.]...HHHmmm, I don't think you do. I think you need another lesson from the belt" (she still had his.)

Josh: "Nnnooo!!! I got it!"

Jill, tilting her head back slightly, reflecting: "OK, so maybe you do. But just the same, bend over. This'll be a lesson you'll never forget."

Josh knew he was cornered. Reluctantly, almost haltingly, he began to arch his back.

Jill, sadistically: "That's right, bend that back, until you touch the floor with the palms of your hands. Spread those legs, almost as if you're doing the splits. Keep 'em straight, those skinny, little legs. Let that asshole of your breath some air, so I can see. I want to watch it pucker with each blow."

After little Joshua complied, she commenced to redden Josh's buttocks with each horizontal sweep, and his anus with each vertical, thusly alternating each stroke at right angles. Josh's outer cheeks received 45 strokes, as did his anus with the perpendicular alternate strokes. Josh's eyes overflowed with tears as the torment went on for about 5 or 6 minutes. Some of the vertical strikes, about one third, wrapped around the underside and licked Josh's scrotum. Josh winced, and yet he knew better than to resist; he instinctively realized that interruption may prolong the punishment or prompt Jill to repeat it from the beginning--a justifiable fear, really, given the circumstances, and person, in question.

Jill, sharply: "Now stand!"

Josh straightened himself. He felt a searing pain in his hind quarters as his gluteal muscles enveloped the sore valley region that received half of the blows. He found it difficult to straighten up all the way, and felt a little hunched at the mid section, his buttocks protruding at the point of which his body was the "arrow." In other words, he was slightly bent at the waist.

Jill was unempathetc: "I said, stand up straight! Are you DEEEF? Do you wish for the punishment to resumed again?"

Josh grimaced in pain as he forced himself to a linear stance.

Jill: "Very good, now. By now you should understand that there are dire consequences to any grave infraction, like touching 'your,' I mean, those genitals on your body. They're not yours. They belong to every body, except the body they are on. It would be the same as if you had stolen something that didn't belong to you. You may be hungry, but there are still dire consequences to stealing food in the eyes of the law. In the same way, but even more so, there are serious repercussions whenever you, my dear boy, presume to treat that dick and ballsack as your own. You are violating other people's rights whenever you act that way. Got it, Boooyyy!?!?"

Josh did not particularly care for the way she used the word "boy," as if it were an obscenity or insult in and of itself. But that fact seemed almost trivial, even trifling, compared to the larger issues that loomed in his mind at that moment, though it did serve to accentuate those issues.

Josh: "How is scratching an itch violating another's right or hurting anyone else? Wouldn't they have a right to scratch their own itch? Why, then, shouldn't I?"

Jill's eyes became big as saucers, and her pupils seemed to dilate: "The very nerve of you, asking like that after you received a proper beating! I will not stand for your insolence."

Josh didn't even know a highschooler knew such words: What gives? Did she take a class in bitchy serfdom/domination 101, or something?

Jill continued: "It violates rights because those parts of your body don't belong to you. Never mind that they are attached to you. They are no more yours than another person's body parts are yours. Now do I have to explain further, or do you need another 'explanation' from the belt? It seems you haven't learned your lesson yet."

Josh knew he could not push the matter any further, without another intense encounter with his estranged leather improvised "flegella." So he decided it was time to bite his lower lip, not so much in pain, but to avoid further such.

Jill, smugly satisfied with his outward expression of seeming resignation, began to inform him of the evening's agenda: "Christy, your younger sibbling, will be coming over to assist me after all. She'll be here any minute now."

Josh: "Christy? Why does she need to help? She's a little kid herself!"

Jill: "So are you. More than that, YOU'RE a little boy."

Josh: "But she's littler still. Well, maybe not littler. I'm actually the little runt of the family. But she IS younger. So why should she help? Shouldn't she be under these rules, since she's also young...and in fact, younGER?"

Jill: "She's not a boy. Of COURSE she shouldn't be under YOUR rules..."

Just then, the front door opened. It was Christy. She had seven of her female friends her age with her, and three a year older (the latter three were in Josh's class)--ten in all. Seeing them looking over at his naked body, he turned several shades of red. Jill, enjoying this, told him to face their direction and walk over to them. But Josh felt paralyzed with fear. The very thought of it sent his head into a tailspin: They simply can't see him like this!--he thought.

Jill spoke up, as if reading his thoughts: "What are you frightened about, Josh? Chances are likely that they have ALREADY seen your naked body online. So go over and let them see and feel all they want. After all, it's all theirs for the taking, not yours."

To make matters worse, the pain in his anus and buttocks had subsided enough that the itching sensation in his groin returned or became noticeable again, this time not just on his left testacle, but also his right as well. This physical sensation only added to his angst as he saw all the girls, including his sister, approach him. Like a fog steadily descending on a rain forest, the throng of girls engulfed Josh, as each girl took turns examining different parts of his body, with particular attention given to those parts which lay center-most: namely, his anus, buttocks and genitals. Jill's face was flush with excitement, and aglow with raptuous joy, at the sight of this is intimate abuse. She felt all wet "down there," and wanted badly to go relieve herself.

End of part 3

(The End)