The Baby-Sitting Job 2

The Baby-Sitting Job – Chapter 2

By Latebloomer

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The Baby-Sitting Job – Chapter 2

I couldn't be happier. We've moved and I'm at a new school and although my over protective mom has kept me on puericil in this school I didn't have to take gym class and no one seemed to notice my physical immaturity,

The fact that I'm short being only 5' 3" means I'm actually under the radar of most of the other kids.

Okay, that's probably not true but what I think is true is that since they don't have puericil here and since this school is just the last two years of high school, which means the youngest kids are sixteen and the oldest eighteen, the kids are more mature.

Even though like every school there are cliques, like jocks and nerds, since it's a Christian school, and bullying is seriously dealt with, and since most of the kids are thinking about College and their futures and besides that they're dating and have things to do they're too busy to do the things that I suffered at my last school, and besides like I said puericil is unheard of here.

It isn't like I'm suddenly popular or anything like that, but at least I'm not getting de-panted and even though I haven't really made any friends I haven't made any enemies either, and the other kids just treat me normally.

Like I said I pretty much try to keep off of everyone's radar, and besides I still have all the same stupid childish rules so I couldn't really socialize any way.

Mom picks me up right after school, and while I'm allowed to wear jeans at school to fit in, as soon as we get home I'm changed into the stupid little kids clothes like short pants, and Mom still treats me like I'm six instead of seventeen.

I'm used to it by now and I know better then to put up a fuss. If I do those shorts and my underpants come down pretty quick and I find myself, bare bum, over Mum's lap getting my bottom burned and the humiliation of crying begging and bare bum corner time.

As far as Mum is concerned my age has nothing to do with the rules, and to her seventeen is just a number.

At my short height and being skinny, obviously I'm small for my age anyway, and being still completely bald below my eyebrowes Mom sees no reason to think of me as a young man, even if the baldness is her doing by keeping me on puericil... I think, although she's told me a million times that late maturity runs in my dad's family.

I wouldn't know since my dad died when I was three, but from the pictures of him and mom that I've seen he was definitely short like me.

They did make an odd couple since she's around 6' tall without shoes, but from what mom told me they loved each other very much, but she also never to fails to mention that he was a rebellious dare-devil who lost his life because he just had to ride a motorcycle.

She's also determined that I won't be like him and to her that means being a proper and obedient little boy.

Every night including weekends, bath time is strictly at 6:45, and bedtime is strictly at 7 PM, no exceptions, and since I still have some wet nights, under my jammies I'm diapered and wear rubber pants.

It's so frustrating sometimes when I hear kids who are much younger then me still playing outside when I'm already tucked up in bed, but Mom is very strict and I long ago stopped trying to rebel, and my bottom is grateful.

It was worse were we lived before because puericil was well known, but only some boys took it and everyone knew who we were.

The humiliations started at about thirteen for most of us puericil boys back home, when we were the only bald ones in the changing room and when the non-puericil boys saw it the teasing began and worse.

Things like getting de-panted in the hallway made school life miserable.

Even friends who I went to elementary school with, but who weren't on puericil changed and gave us puericil boys no respect, but the girls were the worst.

They're natural maternal instincts started to kick in at about eleven or twelve and while they didn't make fun of us puericil boys most of the time, except for giggling when we got de-panted, they tended to treat us not like equal classmates, but like little kids.

Grades eight through ten were mostly a nightmare in the daytime, even though I wasn't the only one, but then Mom got her new job as a Head Pediatric Nurse and we moved here everything changed.

Like I said I still didn't have a normal social life, but because the kids here don't know about puericil and because I was allowed to opt out of gym class, things were kind of normal.

Like I also said I didn't really have any friends because of my strict rules, but I'm a good student, and that got me some respect, or at least it got me some cred, especially when early on our math teacher Ms Ormond asked me to help a couple of the jocks.

They were actually grateful and even though they didn't include me in anything they were sort of friends, and that meant other people left me alone.

Then I got the biggest boost to my ego ever when Beth Moffat asked if I would help her with math.

Beth is the girlfriend of Tom Donaly who is one of the jocks I'd helped so it wasn't like I had a chance with her, but at least I'd get to know her some, and just being that close to one of the hottest girls in the universe would be incredible.

Best part was she treats me nice and like an equal, and even though I know we could never be more then just friends, I'm walking on air.

The fly in the ointment came when she asked if I could come to her place after school.

Obviously I couldn't since Mom picked me up every day right after school, but I so wanted to spend some time with her, and at her house no less.

Trying to be cool I told her that I was busy but maybe the next day. I don't know what I was thinking saying that, but I just wanted to keep the dream alive, and I thought maybe if I asked my Mom just right there might be a chance.

That night during supper I told Mom about how I'd been helping other kids with math, and she was really proud, and then I sprung the idea on her.

After interrogating about the who and where, to my amazement she agreed. I'd be allowed to go to Beth's house right after school the next day until five, when she'd pick me up from there.

Apparently Mom knew Beth's Mom from some group they belonged to at church, and she was fine with me going there, and to top it off she would just drive up and beep her horn when she picked me up, she explained, so I had better be ready because she had a schedule.

So I had from about 3:30 until five to help Beth with her math. A whole hour and half being with the most beautiful girl in the world.

Yup... things had definitely changed for the better.

I wouldn't even have to suffer the embarrassment of Mom coming to the door and maybe saying something humiliating, because all I had to do was be ready to leave at five.

Honestly, I'm in heaven.

I begin to imagine that if I became friends with Beth and Tom, and all their cool group I might actually have a social life.

Maybe Mom was softening since our move here and with puericil not being known about here the sky might be the limit.

I was totally on my best behaviour that night and even when Mom undressed me for my bath at 6:45 I was extra cooperative, and after I was diapered and in my jammies and while Mom sat on the bed while I kneeled by the bed and said my prayers I even said a special bit about how blessed I was to have such a great Mummy to look after me.

Mummy seemed pleased and when she tucked me in bed and gave me a kiss on the forehead she even said she was proud of me and that I was starting to grow-up.

The next day at school I shyly explained to Beth that if she still wanted my help I could come to her house that night, but I had to leave at five sharp because I had to go to a Karate class, and my Mom would pick me up from her place.

It was a lie of course but it seemed to impress her and to my amazement she was bubbling with gratitude and said we had a date.

A date.

I hadn't thought of it like that but it was sort of a date. A date with a beautiful girl at her house. I really am in heaven.

As I looked up at Beth, who although we're the same age she's a couple of inches taller, I know I blushed and my hairless little peenie suddenly sprung up. Good thing it was so small that it didn't show.

Before I could totally lose my cool she said great and we agreed to meet at the main door after the last bell, and we'd walk to her place.

I could barely concentrate all day. I knew I didn't have a chance with Beth, but I'd never spent any time alone with any girl before under these circumstances, where we were equals, and I was on top of the world.

We met at the main doors and she was bubbling. She told me that Tom, her boyfriend and as I said one of the jocks I'd helped, told her I was so incredible at explaining math and she so needed help because if she didn't pass the next test she wouldn't be allowed to go to camp with Tom for the Spring break.

I'd forgotten that spring break was coming up mostly because it didn't mean much to me except that I'd probably spend my days at Mrs. Johnson's while Mom was at work.

Mrs. Johnson wasn't that bad but of course she treated me the same as Mom, like a little kid, instead of a seventeen year old, but she wasn't quite as strict as Mom and I'd only got a few spankings from her.

She was a nice older lady and sometimes she'd even break the rules and let me stay up late, past my seven o'clock bedtime to watch TV with her, or maybe we'd do a puzzle together, and she'd let me stay up as late as eight. Of course she bathed me at the regular time and I'd be in my nappies and jammies, in case I fell asleep being up so late.

As if eight o'clock is late for a seventeen year old, but it's true that because I was used to the seven bedtime, I did sometimes get yawning and sleepy, which was so embarrassing.

None of that mattered today because I was walking home with Beth, and I didn't have to worry about conversation because she filled the air with all her plans for Spring break and all the fun her and Tom would have, and she didn't leave me out because she constantly, and to my thrill kept mentioning things like what a great guy I was for helping her.

She only lived a couple of blocks from school, which was about a couple of miles from my place.

When we got there she showed me to the dining room table, where we threw our packs and after getting us some cold cans of pop we set to work.

She sat right beside me and I have to say the scent of her perfume and just the way she flipped and twirled and played with her hair and her other movements made it difficult to concentrate, but I knew this stuff inside out, and it was easy to explain.

She was so cool every time she got something, I have to admit I was totally and hopelessly falling in love, but also just happy to be helping her.

After less then an hour we'd pretty much got her up to speed. Her parents weren't home, or anyone else, and once we'd agreed she understood, ‘cause despite her insecurity she really wasn't dumb, I still had about a half hour before my mom would come.

She actually seemed happy that we'd have that time to just be together and she got us some chips and some more pop.

We started talking about teachers and other kids, and joking about things, but not in a mean way, just things like her saying , "Do you know that such and such broke up?", or "Wasn't that a great game even though we lost?"

She was a cheerleader and I'm sure she didn't have a clue that I'd never been allowed to go see a game, but I dutifully nodded as she talked, and tried to seem like I knew what she was talking about even though I didn't.

And then she hit my ego button big time by saying that all the girls, meaning all of her cool girl friends, thought I was sooo cute.

She had that giggle which sounded so great now but which in the past I'd only heard from girls when I'd been de-panted and for about a second and a half she even touched me leg.

Sproing went my pee pee. I'm definitely in love.

Just then in came her younger sister.

In a way I never experienced before for lack of siblings of my own, they sort of said hello with a groan, but also kinda friendly, and then her eleven year old sister grabbed a pop and kind of grumpily plopped down at the table across from us.

Any antagonism between them melted and Beth introduced me to Emily, who just sort of said hi and then looked at me strange for a second and then just got up and left.

I was kind of amazed by the fact that although Emily was six years younger then us, she was just as tall as Beth, although skinnier and while Beth had curves and pretty big boobs, Emily was still kinda boyish with slim hips, long legs and just the beginnings of little boobs.

Beth turned to me and said not to mind her sister because she's at that age where she's sometimes just grumpy for no reason.

After Emily left, Beth and I continued to talk and she couldn't have been nicer, and when I heard the beep of my Mom's car horn, I quickly packed my books into my pack, and said I had to go...to Karate, she again told me what a great guy I was, and then did the thing that almost made my knees buckle.

She kissed me...Okay it was only on the forehead, but it was a kiss...from a girl...

It wasn't anything like when my Mom or some other grown-up kissed me...it was wonderful.

My peenie sprung up again and my heart was beating so hard I thought it'd break through my chest.

At first I felt rooted to the floor, but eventually I stuttered that it wasn't a big deal ab… about helping with math and I rushed out the front door, walking on air, flushed and in heaven.

I jumped into the backseat of Mom's car.

I wasn't allowed in the front seat, but at least Mom hadn't bought the oversized child's car seat I had to sit in when we went for longer trips, and thankfully Mom was in enough of hurry that she backed out of the driveway immediately.

As we ate dinner Mom asked if I had a good time, and I answered that it was nice trying to make out like it was no big deal that I was totally in love.

Disaster struck the next day.

As Mummy and I were having dinner she explained that she was going on the night shift.

I knew that meant I'd be baby-sat by Mrs. Johnson, which would have been bad enough but apparently that wasn't the case.

According to Mom, Mrs Johnson wasn't available.

Before telling me more she looked at me kind of strange, and for the briefest of moments my heart skipped a beat.

She was seriously thinking about me being left on my own...I just knew that's what she was thinking...

I had to encourage that thought by showing how mature I really am, and I jumped into the conversation...

"That's okay mom, I promise to be good, and follow all the rules...I promise not to let you down..."

There...I said it. My plea for independence..

A smile curled mom's lips and she said that I was getting to be quite a little man....but of course it was nonsense to leave me on my own.

No she had hired a baby-sitter.

A very mature young lady who would bring me home from school and take care of me.

As if my spirit hadn't been broken the bomb dropped...

Her name is Emily Moffat, Mom said, without acknowledging that she knew it was Beth's eleven year old sister.

Mom further explained that she's a very experienced baby-sitter, and I was to mind her as I would any grown-up.

My head exploded, but words failed me.

Emily Moffat? The eleven year old younger sister of the girl I loved....

No way, this couldn't be happening....

My mouth exploded and as the words flowed I was so busy complaining it took me a moment to realize my shorts and underpants were down and I was being pulled over Mom's lap.

The first sting of her hand brought me back to earth, and as usual Mom's regard for my opinion or any discussion ceased at my bare bottom.

There was no further discussion...just the slapping against my bare bum.

Aside from the shame and humiliation, there was the very real sting and I quickly went from rebellious to compliant.

Spanking was something I was all too familiar with and the procedure never changed.

Within seconds I was pleading for reprieve, followed by promises and promises of being a "good boy", and then stuttering, sobbing, and more promises of never doing it again...

None of which ever helped because mom believed a spanking was only of value when I was flowing tears on the floor, mixed with my own snot, and when I proved my remorse as expressed by my dangling legs and squirming bottom having collapsed into absolute and unquestioning acquiescence as I hung over her lap...or the lap of any grown-up.

That point was usually reached five minutes before she stopped, and when my bottom was completely aflame and my earlier flailing arms and legs were barely making any further objections.

Then and only then would she stop...

But the reprieve was brief because then it came time to make sure my mind had been properly changed and while I still lay across her lap, red bottom throbbing, we would have our discussion, and if my tear filled sobbing answers weren't appropriate, my bottom, now directly connected to my thoughts, became further induced by another round of hard slaps.

My repeated "I'm sorry Mummy...I'll be good Mummy" was only the beginning.

"Are you ever going to argue with me again Timmy"...."No Mummy...noooo Mummy I promise"....

Followed by....

Why did I talk back in the first place, why can't I be a good boy, all punctuated by further spanks.

My mom was not a person to be trifled with, and I honestly didn't mean to disappoint her...

She knew what was best, and I knew that and it was that simple.

I was also very aware of the "slapper" hanging on the kitchen wall.

It was the instrument that was my secondary corrector.

It had a round wood handle and a six inch long by three inch wide leather strap that's designed in such away that when it's brought down onto my bare bum the leather strap snaps and stings beyond belief.

It stings like a thousand bees or something like that, but it doesn't do any bruising or anything, it just burns.

When mummy uses that on me it seems like my bum is in flames.

Her strong hand is bad enough, but if I've earned a spanking with the slapper my behind would be red and burning from the top of my bottom to the sensitive part between my bum and legs.

This time it was just her hand...

Then I got to contemplate my punishment as I stood in the naughty boy corner, my bottom red, bare, and throbbing, and my arms at my side.

No touching my burning, throbbing bum was allowed!

My under pants if I hadn't kicked them off are down around my ankles, but my short pants are always long gone, kicked off early into my spanking...

I stood sobbing and with tears rolling....

Corner time was always long enough that I eventually came back to reality...

The reality that at seventeen I was standing in the corner with a bare bum, and the fact that I had to do better to avoid this happening again.

I knew better then to argue with Mom so why did I?

Obviously it was because of who she'd chosen to be my baby-sitter.

How was I ever going to deal with this...

My baby-sitter was going to be the eleven year old younger sister of the girl I'd just fallen in love with...

My baby-sitter was going to be a girl six years younger then me. A girl who would have all the authority of a grown-up over me.

That meant she would be bathing me, dressing me, and putting me to bed...and lord forbid...she'd have the authority to spank me...

Not to mention what life was going to be like at school once everyone knew...and all my dreams about being friends with Beth and Tom, and the cool kids...I was in hell.

It was Emily who came to the rescue...

Sort of a rescue...and sort of humiliations I'd never contemplated before. Still it was the best of what could have been worse.

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A deal...

After seeing Timmy with my sister the decision was easy for me...I mean like he's just like his mom Amanda had said...a little kid.

Okay he's not like eight, but he's short, scrawny and totally immature looking, and I mean in ways that are obvious...

Gawd... next to Ramone he'd look like a third grader...you know....

Definitely I can do this baby-sitting of a boy six years older....

Most importantly I had the one thing that was most important...real power...

I'd bet a zillion dollars that the last thing little Timmy would want is for my sister Beth, and everyone at his school to know is that he was being baby-sat by eleven year old me....

Honestly...I would never tell anyway... that'd be way to mean and I'm not a mean person....besides I'd promised Amanda not to tell about the puericil...but of course up until now I hadn't promised not tell about being his baby-sitter...even if I wouldn't...

But he didn't know that...

When after I met Timmy with Beth and I realized who he was I have to admit I called Alice and we couldn't help but have a couple of laughing fits...

But then even Alice got down to business and we formed a plan....

I asked Timmy's Mom Amanda if it wouldn't be a good idea to tell Timmy that I promise not to tell anyone...about me being his baby-sitter...as long as he agreed he'd be an obedient little boy...

Amanda said that wouldn't be necessary, but after I said that maybe it would make him feel better, she agreed...

If he would be an obedient little boy for me then no one would find out, or if he wasn't then I'd tell my sister and everyone would know...

I'm now totally into this...complete authority, including spanking, over a boy six years older then me...and time with Ramone...and serious steady income...

Alice was kinda jealous but in a good way, especially because she knows that I'll share some of the money by buying us both stuff, and because she'd get to be a part of everything...bff's in everything...

Well except for the parts with Ramone, but that's okay because she totally has the hots for Ramone's best friend Carlos and I know he's hot for her too....I'm in heaven.

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After the corner time and as I stood before Mommy who was sitting on the spanking chair, holding both of my hands, and while I was still bare naked from the waist down we had our talk.

Or rather Mummy talked and I listened...

She explained the facts which were simple.

Miss Emily would be my baby-sitter and I was to think of her as grown-up mature young lady, which compared to me is exactly what she is, and I had better understand that.

With my head down as Mummy talked, and seeing my small hairless peenie it was hard to deny the truth, and I almost started to sob again, but instead with my lips quivering I agreed with Mummy.

To prove how mature Emily was compared to me, Mom explained that Emily had accepted the job as my baby-sitter but she had explained to Mom that she understood it might be embarrassing for me, so she promised that as long as I was a good obedient little boy her sister Beth nor anyone else would ever have to know.

I know it may sound stupid but honestly I'd never been so relieved in my life.

I know. Here I am seventeen and about to be baby-sat by an eleven year old, but there was nothing short of running away that would change that, and running away was out of the question.

I could never defy Mummy by running away and where would I go...probably straight to reform school or worse...no running away was out of the question.

Emily, or rather Miss Emily as I was now to call her since she's a "grown-up" actually saved my life.

I could go on at school like nothing happened and still have, what for me, is a normal school life.

Besides if Emily takes after her sister Beth she can't really be a bad person.

Okay I'm not in heaven anymore but I'm not in hell either...maybe purgatory?... whatever that is?

The one thing I knew was that I was going to do my best to be a good boy for Em... er... I mean Miss Emily...I have to remember to call her that...

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I'd totally decided that I was going to treat this just the way Amanda said, and I'd just deal with Timmy as if he was a little kid... which he really is, and I'd just forget about his age...

The first day I went to Amanda's wasn't to actually baby-sit, even though she was paying me for my time, it was for Amanda to take me through Timmy's routine's, starting with meeting him after school and going home on the bus together.

Amanda picked me up at my school which because it's an Elementary school, grades kindergarten to seven, and where I was in grade six, we got out half hour before the Senior High school, grades eleven and twelve and where Timmy went and where he was in grade twelve, and which was only three blocks down the same Street.

We stopped half a block from his school at this little park were Timmy is to meet me, everyday.

That was my idea 'cause there are kids at his school who know me 'cause of my sis and it could get weird if I met him in front of his school.

When Timmy got there Amanda introduced me even though we'd already met at my house when he was tutoring Beth, but this time while he was introduced as Timmy, I was introduced to him as Miss Emily, which was totally awesome...and his face was like burning red the whole time and he couldn't look me in the eyes...

I figured I'd start with attitude and with the way things would work so I said to Amanda like I was speaking about a five year old, and trying to sound totally confident, "Amanda, what a cute little boy he is..."

Amanda picked up on that but I think to her that just sounded normal and she said that he was a good little boy most of the time, but he still needed very strict looking after.

Trying not to giggle I told her she didn't need to worry because I'd take good care of her little boy and that I would be very strict...

It was awesome talking this way about her seventeen year old son, who's like six years older then me as if he wasn't there...it was totally cool...and I really did feel like an adult.

The plan was that Amanda would drive home while Timmy and I would walk the opposite way from his school, with me holding his hand, to the bus stop across the street, and take the bus to his place, and meet Amanda at home.

When we got on the bus I decided I'd go over my promise not to tell anyone as long as he'd be a good boy...

Timmy was actually cute when for the first time he looked me in the eyes, and said in a shy quiet voice that he thanked me...very much...for promising that, and he promised to obey me, and ended by calling me "Miss Emily".

It was cute and for real I knew I'd made the right decision to take this baby-sitting job, and I really knew it would work out...

Amanda met us at the door after we walked the half block from were the bus let us off, with me holding Timmy's hand, like the little kid he is, especially since I'm taller then him.

The plan for today was for me to do everything while Amanda would be there to guide me.

We went to Timmy's room first thing and I started to undress him...when he was down to his underpants I really had to hold back a huge laugh because they were yellow with red kisses and hearts and I recognized them from when I was about five as girls’ underpants...but I kept it together...

Amanda had laid out his "play" clothes, which was a blue T-shirt with blocks and trains and other toys on it and then a pair of red bib shorts that had straps that looped over his shoulder and buttoned to a high back bib so there was no way he could undo it himself...

The shorts were so little that when he bent over his undies could be seen at the back bottom...and the last things were white ankle socks, and bunny slippers...

Honestly I'd never even seen a four year old dressed like this, but somehow it seemed perfect for Timmy, and totally reinforced that he was a little boy...

I took him by the hand to the kitchen table, which could be seen from the living room as well. His pack was there, and I told him to do his homework.

Honestly it was totally natural the way Timmy was just like a little boy, but for a second I saw in his eyes like he was resisting...

How dare the little shit....I'm his baby-sitter and he's going to defy me???...no way...and after he promised on the bus...

For sure I'm gonna have to make sure that little rebellion doesn't go any futher...

I now really did feel like his baby-sitter, even if he was six years older and there was no way I was going to let him defy me...

I was actually angry that Timmy might try to ruin my plans...the steady baby-sitting income...the time with Ramone...Oh Ramone...I could hardly wait, and little Timmy would definitely not get in my way...

I was the baby-sitter and I was in charge and he was a little kid, and I'm gonna make sure he knows that...and I realized the best way to do that was to treat him just like his Mom does...

A little kid...and for me to remember that I'm the grown-up here regardless of age.

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When I met Miss Emily for the second time in my life at the park next to my school, I was expecting the same eleven year old girl I'd met at Beth's house.

Maybe a little grumpy, like Beth said, but despite the fact that she was there to be my baby-sitter, and even though she's six years younger, she had been nice enough to understand what my Mom didn't seem to get, which was that it was ridiculous for a girl still in Elementary school to be baby-sitting a guy in High school.

That was obvious because she was nice enough to let me know that if I was okay and went along with it, she'd make sure no one had to know.

That pretty much explained to me that she understood how ridiculous it was for her to be my baby-sitter, and she got the simple fact that my Mom was loving but also a little bit crazy...well not really crazy but maybe loving and over-protective, and Miss Emily got that it wasn't right.

What I met instead was a Miss Emily, who was taller then me, and who talked to my Mom like an equal, even calling Mom by her first name, and who treated me like I was a little kid...

Me...a seventeen year old, and she talked to Mom ignoring me like I didn't even count.

I was embarrassed and angry and I wanted to yell and shout about how stupid this was, but I knew what that would lead to...I'd probably end up over Mom's knee, bare bum right there in the Park...

Instead I decided to be smart, and just co-operate and wait until I had a chance to convince everyone that this wasn't the proper way that things should be...

Doesn't either Miss Emily or my Mom see how stupid this is?

They have to see it and that's why Miss Emily even said about not telling anyone...of course why didn't I think of that...

Once Miss Emily and me are alone and after my caring but crazy Mom is gone we'll be able to talk and be normal.

Miss Emily is just probably going along with things, and then we'll laugh about how ridiculous it is.

This could even be good for me because once it's all worked out Miss Emily will probably even be my ally, and the two of us can convince my Mom about bedtimes and all the stupid rules...

Okay now I really am going to co-operate...I just know that the younger sister of the girl I loved would help me change the way Mom treats me...I just had to go along with things this one time while Mom was there supervising...I could do that...

Sort of...

But what about bath-time, she's going to see about my underdevelopment...about still being bald and how small my peenie is...

But if she really thinks it's stupid about me being seventeen and her being eleven and even if she sees that I haven't started to mature yet won't she realize it's because of puericil...except they don't know about puericil here...what if she just thinks I'm an actual little kid?

When we were on the bus and she affirmed about not telling anyone I thanked her and I expected her to get that I was trying to say how ridiculous it is, but while she smiled like she got it, she also patted me on the head like I really was a little kid, and she again said about how it all depends on me being a good and obedient little boy for her...

I honestly couldn't tell whether she was joking or not, but she saw me with her sister Beth, and how Beth treated me like an equal, and how I was tutoring her older sister, so she must get it...

I'm mostly sure she's just playing along with Mom.

When we got home and she was the one that undressed me right down to those stupid underpants Mom makes me wear, because she only buys my undies from the children's department and only those that are on sale, whether they're for boys or girls didn't matter to Mom...it actually looked like Miss Emily was about to burst out laughing...

That had to mean she realized how ridiculous it was the way Mom treated me...It just had to mean that didn't it?

It couldn't be because she actually thought I was a little boy...how could she...I'm seventeen...

She certainly didn't make a big deal about it, or even the stupid play clothes she changed me into which Mom had laid out, and which was the usual way I was dressed when not at school...

She didn't laugh or anything and that probably meant she was just going along with things just like me...until when she'd supposedly baby-sit for real...

Then when we'd talk about how Mom is just over protective and we'd be more like maybe an older brother and a kid sister hanging around...except Mom would think she's paying her to be my baby-sitter.

While I was doing my home work at the table I noticed how Miss Emily and Mom walked around the house as Mom showed her where everything was and talked like old friends, but making sure I did my homework like normal I wasn't really listening, except I felt my face flush when I realized Mom was telling her about the spanking slapper hanging on the wall...

Mom even took it down and handed it to Miss Emily who lightly swatted her own hand a couple of times while Mom explained that it snapped and was designed to sting a naughty boys bare bum, and that she had the right idea of how to use it when she swatted her own hand, but of course she'd need to swat much, much harder against my bare bottom.

I wanted to die then, but instead I just refocused on my homework and decided it was another thing Miss Emily and I could joke about.

When I finished as I always did I waited politely and patiently until I caught Mom's eye...

I noticed Mom giving Miss Emily a look and Miss Emily nodded, and came to the table like Mom usually did and asked if I'd finished and when I told her I had she told me I had permission to put my books away and watch TV until supper.

Another embarrassing moment since Mom has my channels restricted to just the children's programs, but it was part of my normal day so I went and watched...

I didn't even watch the retro cartoon channel because while I know Mom didn't know that it was more mature cartoons, I was worried that Miss Emily might know, and I didn't want to take a chance...

I don't know why except maybe she'd tell Mom and I'd be restricted to watching Sponge Bob Square Pants, Thomas the Train or Caillou from then on...

I'd only been watching awhile when my heart stopped when Miss Emily, six years younger then me asked the horrible question my Mom usually asked...

"Timmy do you need to potty?"

Before we moved here and when Mom and I were at the Pediatrician, which is the type Doctor that us puericil boys went to, like little kids, no matter how old we are, I admitted to the lady Doctor that I had played with my peenie...

Mom reacted like I'd just started the third world war. She was furious and called me a dirty little boy and questioned me about every detail, and I admitted that I'd peeked under the skirt of a girl and saw her underpants, and that it had got me worked up...

To Mom that meant I was objectifying females and thinking of them as things instead of people, and during her tirade she made it very clear that females need their privacy, especially from filthy minded little boys like me who wiggle their weenies, and that masturbation was only done by naughty boys and there would be no such thing in my life, except to shame me.

I didn't know what she meant by that but I found out...

Part of her solution was to ensure I never had the opportunity to play with my peenie, which meant things like going to the bathroom needed to be supervised.

While for number one I was allowed to be on the grown-up toilet with the door open and supervised, it was too inconvenient to take me to the bathroom each time I needed to do pee-pees...

Therefore she got me a potty chair to use for number two, because that could be done while I was being supervised anywhere in the house, and she could make sure I wasn't touching my peenie.

Obviously I wasn't supervised when I went to the bathroom at school, but the thought of doing it there where someone might look over the top of a stall or something was out of the question for me...so I just didn't do it anymore, but that meant I got little stiffies all the time.

That created another problem and Mom started to have me actually masturbate, but while supervised by her or any grown-up who is looking after me...

Doing my day time pee-pee while sitting on a potty was my normal routine at home and even when I was baby-sat by Mrs. Johnson the potty chair was part of the thing's Mummy included with my stuff.

So when Miss Emily asked if I needed to potty my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach, because I knew what that meant and it included that for the first time she'd actually see my hairless little peenie, not to mention the absurdity of a seventeen year old almost young man being sat on a potty...

I looked for something in her eyes that showed that she understood that this was another of my Mummy's loving but crazy things, and I was hoping for assurance from Miss Emily that once it was just the two of us we could laugh about this too, and there was a sort of twinkle in her eyes for a brief second, before I turned away in shame...so maybe...I hope...

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When Amanda reminded me about Timmy's little masturbation habit, and because of that little habit he's not allowed to be unsupervised, which is why he has a baby monitor in his room, and why she has him sit on a potty to do his business, I saw my first real chance to establish my authority....

I also have to admit it was really hard not to burst out laughing at the thought of seventeen year old Timmy with his pants down sitting on a potty, so I seriously had to keep it together to try to establish who's the boss...

Timmy caught my eyes for a second before he turned away his whole face as red as a tomato, and I tried to look stern but I'm not sure I did, so I had better act that way...

I didn't even wait for an answer and instead I held out my hand to lead him to the potty chair.

The potty chair itself was like a little wood chair with no arms or back and with a white enamel bowl in the seat and it sat on the floor so low that even for a short boy like Timmy it meant that once his bottom was sat on it he'd look like he was squating.

I undid the two buttons attached to the back of his bib short pants, and they immediately dropped to the floor leaving him standing in just those childish little girl underpants, and now it was the time for show and tell...okay I'm nervous and that's funny...

But not nearly as funny as when I pulled his undies down...oh my gawd, oh my gaaawd...I mean I expected he'd be bald and like that...but he was tiny...and I mean teeny-weenie tiny...his little peenie couldn't have been more then an inch and half long and skinny as my pinky finger, and because his little ball sack was also small and was tight against him his little peenie hung there...

I am totally serious...five year old Hermie was bigger...

I would've laughed but I was totally shocked...I mean this boy is seventeen, and I did expect, like Amanda had said about him being bald because of that puericil stuff, but I thought the size would be kinda normal...you know..okay maybe small but like maybe like an eight year old...

Okay it's true that I did some research and it said that when boys start on puericil around the time when they should start to mature it only effects the hair...but it also did say that boys who are started really early...pretty much they stay at that level size wise...but it was still a shock...

My gaawd...Amanda must'f started Timmy when he was like three...

Okay...this is actually a good thing because it makes it even more okay with being his baby-sitter...I mean there's no doubt...he's a little boy even if he's six years older then me...

I got ahold of myself and remembered I had to sit Timmy on the potty, which I did...and I kept serious and even stern and when I caught Amanda's eyes she was looking at me approvingly as she said to just leave him there for a bit and we sat back down at the kitchen table and continued talking while keeping an eye on Timmy...

Like to her it was completely normal for her seventeen year old son to be squating on a potty chair...this was so cool...I could hardly wait to talk to Alice...

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When Miss Emily pulled my undies down and saw my bald little peenie for the first time I wanted the earth to swallow me, and I could tell she was shocked at what she saw by how she hesitated before she stood up and pushed down on my shoulders.

The potty is so low that when I sit on it, my knees are automatically splayed open, and that's one of Mummy's rules anyway, so that I she could look in the bowl to see if I've peed.

I'm not allowed to interrupt grown-ups and even when I've finished peeing I have to wait until she checks for herself, and there is one other nightmare.

If it could get worse then to have eleven year old Miss Emily seeing me on the potty, one of the problems I quite often have is that I can't pee because I get a little stiffie.

If that's the case when Mummy checks on me after a couple of times she has a simple solution.

As she stands me up she explains I'll never be able to piddle that way, and then she makes me pay for having masturbated by making me do it in the most humiliating way.

She takes me unto her lap and I have to use my hand to wiggle my weenie.

Doing that has been so embarrassing with just Mummy, but she never let me get away with not doing it, and so I sat on her lap and I did it after which I was put back on the potty and I could finally do my pee-pees.

When I wiggled my peenie I'd always get a drop of clear fluid, and I'd sort of feel all out of it, just like when I masturbated before Mummy knew, but now right after I always felt so ashamed, but Mummy just wiped it and then she'd just sit me back on the potty.

I really was able to pee-pee after, so it worked but it was so humiliating.

When Miss Emily first took my undies down I could feel that my bald little piddler was about to go sproing, but I focused really hard to think of something bad, and luckily it didn't, but as I sat there trying to pee, and I don't know why because it was all so humiliating, I could feel my peenie try to stiffen.

I managed to stop it the first couple of times Miss Emily came over to check on me, and even if I hadn't peed at least I didn't have a little stiffie either, but no matter what I tried to think about it kept trying to get hard.

I noticed something about Miss Emily.

While her attitude was kind of stern, when she talked there was a kind of amused lilt in her voice like she was talking to a toddler, and how could I blame her, but while it was totally humiliating, for some reason it felt kind of exciting, like it felt when I tried to peek under a girl's skirt, or when Beth had kissed me. I don't know why, but it felt exciting.

Miss Emily was firm but amused like I didn't understand what she as a grown-up knew. She was talking down to me, and that was definitely not a good sign about us being equals, but it also seemed to get my peenie excited.

Then it happened and it went sproing, and even though I closed my eyes tight and tried to think about bad things it would not go down, and then when I opened my eyes there was Miss Emily looking down between my legs.

I was mortified...

Miss Emily in a way that sounded like my Mom, but also had that amused tone said that obviously I couldn't go pee like that and she reached out her hand for me to stand up.

I took her hand as she helped me to my feet, my pants and underpants around my ankles, and my peenie standing straight up, I knew what was next, and I wanted to die right there on the spot.

Miss Emily led me to the spanking chair which is just any kitchen chair that Mummy picks to put right out in the open space between the kitchen table and the living room close to where the potty was.

Mum when she spanked me she always did it in a chair at that spot, and it meant that anyone looking in from the back of the house through the big kitchen windows could see me getting spanked, and anyone looking from the front of the house through the huge picture windows of the living room would also see me being spanked, and since Mom often left windows open anyone on either side could also hear....

I was always too busy squirming and crying to know if people were watching, but I did notice that after the first couple spanks to my bare bum, the noise from kids playing outside would stop...

Despite which I honestly wished that Miss Emily was about to give me a spanking rather then what I was going to have to do.

How stupid is that!

A seventeen year old guy wishing for a spanking from an eleven year girl rather then what I knew was coming next.

Could my life get worse?

With my pants and underpants still around my ankles I was pulled onto eleven year old Emily's lap when she said the words I'd only ever heard before from Mummy or a couple of times from Mrs Johnson, and some other grown-ups who were looking after me.

When my Mummy found out that I masturbated she was determined that I would only to play with my peenie when I was supervised by a grown-up, and only in shameful situations, and if I got a stiffie when I was on the potty that was a good time.

If I couldn't go pee while on the potty because I had a stiffie, Mummy would take me on her lap and make me wiggle my weenie until I kind of collapsed and my weenie had a little drop of clear fluid.

Mummy would just wipe it with a tissue and then re-sit me on the potty so I could go pee, and now I knew that was what Miss Emily was going to do.

Eleven year old Miss Emily pulled me onto her lap with my back to her and while my bare bum was sat on her right leg with her leg between mine and while she looked down at my stiff little peenie with her chin on my left shoulder while her right arm was around my shoulder and her left hand was on my hip she told me to go ahead and wiggle my weenie so I could do pee-pee.

I know I should have got up and yelled, but this was usual for me with Mommy and it was really hard for me to disobey...

I also knew that Miss Emily would know everything anyway and as embarrassing it was I also knew that co-operating with Miss Emily now was my best chance to change my life, because I still believed Miss Emily was on my side, and hoping she was just putting on a show for Mummy.

I started to rub my stiff little peenie up and down with just my thumb and fore finger because even with a stiffie I was less then three inches long and quite thin too.

With Miss Emily encouraging me in a childish way by saying with that amused voice, "That's a good boy...wiggle... wiggle.", and with her right arm over and around my shoulder holding me fairly tight, and her right hand on my bare hip, and her voice right by my ear so that I could smell her perfume and feel her hot breath and smell her peppermint breath against my left cheek and ear...and she even bounced her leg under my bum a couple of times...

I rubbed up and down on my peenie and a really good feeling started to get to me even while I was still completely humiliated.

Despite the horrible humiliation I was actually excited like I'd never been before and in less then half a minute as I rubbed as fast as I could, I got that really good feeling and then I whimpered a little a clear drop pooped out of my pee-hole...

Miss Emily, just like Mom always did, gave the tip of my peenie a quick wipe with a tissue, and while I was still breathing a little raggedly she started to push me to my feet, and with a smirking kind of voice she was saying I was a good boy, and now I could go pee.

As the excited feeling left and as I was sat back on the potty with my peenie now smaller and hanging down, the shame came over me like never before.

It had always been awful to have to wiggle my weenie while sitting on Mummy's lap, or Mrs. Johnson's lap, but the feeling of shame and humiliation I now felt, having played with myself while sitting on the lap of a girl six years younger almost bought me to tears, and it was all I could do to remember to pee quickly, before I might get another stiffie.

I did manage to pee, and I guess because of the horrible shame I hadn't got another stiffie when Miss Emily checked and confirmed I'd peed, and she helped me up and pulled up my undies and short pants.

As usual I put the top on the metal bowl in the potty chair, and then lifted it out and took it to the laundry room sink beside the kitchen, emptied it, rinsed it, and put it back in the potty chair, and pushed the potty back under the table by the couch.

Miss Emily had gone back to sitting at the kitchen table and visiting with Mom, and I returned to watching cartoons and tried real hard not to think about what just happened.

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Okay watching Timmy play with himself while he sat on my lap was totally hilarious and I had to try really hard not to giggle so I thought I'd try to hide it by encouraging him, but I don't think I kept the laughter out of my voice...but it didn't seem to bother Timmy...

I mean he definitely looked totally embarrassed and everything...but quickly he was rubbing himself furiously. Again I was amazed by how little and thin his peenie is, even with a stiffie I doubt it was more then maybe two inches...

Amanda had explained about everything to do and she really made a point of making it humiliating for him and once he was back on the potty I could tell he was totally embarrassed, but while he was doing it I think he actually liked it...

Wait 'til I tell Alice...she is going to have a cow...a seventeen year old, even if he's still all little and bald...it's totally hilarious...

I have to admit that besides being funny it was also a little bit interesting...I mean not in a sexy way...but out of curiosity...

What a difference between Timmy and Ramone...

About ten to six Amanda and I put the dinners in the microwave. She already had it made and it was on separate plates in the fridge, and all we had to do was nuke it and put it on the table, which Amanda said she'd do every time I was baby-sitting.

After we ate and while Timmy did the dishes includes the pots and pans Amanda had used to cook, Amanda and I let Timmy's bath.

We only filled the tub about six inches because as Amanda said she doesn't let him play in the tub...which again almost caused me to burst out laughing… like I had mental picture of him in the tub with a rubber duckie or something...

Anyway after Timmy finished the dishes I took him to the laundry room beside the kitchen and completely undressed him...and seeing him for the first time completely naked really proved what a little boy he is...I mean honestly except for his height his whole body was no different then five year old Hermie....except Timmy once again had a little stiffie but Amanda had warned me he would but she said to just ignore it...

That really wasn't hard to do...except it did look funny as we walked along and it sort of bobbed around...but it wasn't like when I saw Ramone naked...you know...I mean when I see his I have a hard time breathing and I get all tingly, but not with Timmy, just like when I saw Hermie naked...it's just kinda cute...you know...except with Timmy because he's seventeen and six years older then me, and because he's obviously totally embarrassed, and I mean he's red from the just below the hair on his head all the way down to his chest...which...I dunno...it's weird but it's also kinda...well... it really makes me feel mature and grown up...and kinda...I well you know...superior...grown up...

You know to be in charge of seventeen year old like he's a little kid instead of six years older then me...I dunno...it just feels really good...

Any way...with him naked I led him by the hand to the bathroom and stood him in the tub and with a wash cloth I quickly washed him all over, and then sat him down and washed his hair and then pulled the plug and turned on the shower head to rinse him...

It was kinda funny again because I guess the water was a little cold at first and I noticed his little stiffie went down right away....after when he stepped out I dried him with this big fluffy towel...

Once he was dry and while he was still naked I led him back to the kitchen and I sat down on the spanking chair and pulled him over my lap...

Okay this is another hilarious part because after his bath and before he's dressed for bed he has his temperature taken with a baby thermometer in his bottom...while he's laying over my lap...or as Amanda calls it, "the spanking position"...and actually Amanda explained that it wasn't just at bed time that she took his temp that way but anytime it had to be taken she did it that way...

Actually the thermometer wasn't really one anybody would use on a baby because it was quite big, about five or six inches long and quite thick and made out of glass, and there was a whole procedure...first I put on a plastic glove and dipped my finger into some vaseline and then I stuck my finger in his bum...and then the thermometer went in to his bottom and stayed there for a full five minutes while he lay naked over my lap.

I could tell that even above the embarrassment he wasn't happy and his bum even squirmed a bit when I pushed my lubed finger in his bum hole and he even moaned, and get this...I could feel against my thigh that he got an instant stiffie...can you believe that?...

After his temp was fine it was just before seven and time to get him into his jammies and bed and there was a procedure for that too...

I guess he still had wet nights...probably because he had to go to bed so early, but when we got to his room he had to lay back on his bed with his legs held up against his chest, and I put diaper rash cream around his little peenie and then taped on a pair of disposable diapers...

I've diapered kids before so it wasn't that big a deal...well obviously except this was a seventeen year old boy but I just did it without making a big deal out of it...and pulled on the rubber pants which were pink and that was also kinda funny...and then there were his pyjamas...

Okay this is too funny but they were footed sleepers that zipped up the back, and they even had attached mittens which Amanda explained was to prevent him from masturbating because his hands had to be in fist for them to go on...

While I sat on his bed he kneeled beside me and said his prayers and then I tucked him into his bed, which by the way, was one of those little car things, and his sheets and covers were the same as little Hermie had...

I closed the curtains but his window was partly open and I could hear the sounds of little kids playing outside and I wondered how that made him feel...I gotta admit I kinda felt sorry for him...but then I have to remember he maybe seventeen and six years older then me, but really...he's a little boy...

Amanda thanked me and paid me for four hours in cash...sixty bucks...and asked if I was okay with everything and whether she could rely on me to do it all myself starting tomorrow...

Okay seriously I gotta admit some of it is little weird...but...I just got sixty bucks for today and starting tomorrow it'd be over a hundred bucks each day and...

Unlike today when I'm going home after Timmy's in bed...tomorrow I'd be waiting for Ramone to come over...oh yeah...I was definitely coming back...and I was going to be the best and strictest baby-sitter little Timmy ever had...

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Miss Emily was waiting at the park when I got there the next day, and after everything that had happened yesterday I felt defeated, but everything at school was normal and both Tom and Beth had talked to me and I had a pretty good day.

Now if only Miss Emily and I can come to terms, even after all that happened yesterday, and I really do believe we can, after all she knows I'm not a real little boy even if I'm physically immature, and my Mom treats me that way, she must understand how stupid all this is, but as I approached her and saw the look in her eyes I wasn't so sure.

I thought I'd start out by calling her just Emily instead of Miss Emily, but right away and even before she said anything I could tell that was a mistake.

"What did you call me Timmy?", Miss Emily said in a stern and angry sounding voice and with a stern look, "Do you want a spanking right here?" she added, and my heart dropped, my face flushed, and I couldn't even say anything but just shook my head no, as she took my hand and faster then the last time and almost like she was dragging me she pulled me toward the bus stop.

She didn't say anything more and I felt too intimidated so we rode the bus in silence, but when we got to my house and went to my room she seemed to have calmed down, but when she had me down to my undies instead of dressing me in my play clothes she pulled my undies down and off.

I didn't understand what was happening as she pulled me by my wrist back to the kitchen, completely naked, but when she pulled the slapper off the wall as we passed, and sat down on a chair she'd pulled out, and pulled me over her lap I realized she was going to spank me.

As I came out of shock with my legs high in the air and my face close to the floor I was finally able to talk and by instinct I started out apologizing, but I hadn't got two words out when I felt the first spank to my bare bottom with the stinging snap of the slapper.

I was shocked at how hard it was and how much it stung, but there wasn't any time to react other than to try to squirm my bum because the next one came down, and as her left arm held me tight she continued.

I was soon pleading and begging but just like when Mom spanked me it didn't do any good and the stinging and heat in my bare bottom soon had all my attention, and it wasn't long before I realized I was sobbing, but she never slowed down.

I couldn't believe that this girl, just eleven years old, and six years younger than me could spank this hard, even assisted by the slapper.

It went on and on, just like when Mom when she spanked me Miss Emily spanked until I was no longer able to do anything but bawl like a baby and hang over her lap.

I don't know how long she'd been spanking but it took me awhile to realize she'd stopped after which she followed Mom's method and began to question me about why I was disrespectful when we met at the park.

I tried to tell her it was a mistake, because after this spanking I sure couldn't tell her I wanted to discuss about my crazy mom and about us being equals.

Boy was I wrong about that idea because she went on to explain I was a little boy and she expected complete respect and obedience from the children she baby-sat.

She didn't think it was crazy that an eleven year old girl still in Elementary school should be baby-sitting a seventeen year old High school boy at all, and instead of seeing this situation and the way Mom treated me as ridiculous she was in complete agreement with Mom and I had better be a good little boy for her.

Couldn't anyone see how absurd this was?

It's so unfair, puericil is so unfair, and as I realized my fate the tears that flowed weren't just because of my stinging bum but also because of the frustration.

After naked corner time and another discussion just like Mom did, with Miss Emily sitting in the spanking chair and me standing still completely naked she held my hands and she went over everything again, including reminding me about her keeping this a secret.

All I could do was nod and agree and apologize and promise.

After she dressed me and I did my homework, watched cartoons, ate dinner, did the dishes, was sat on the potty twice and both times had to wiggle my weenie while my tender still ouching bare bum from the spanking sat on her lap, she gave me my bath, diapered me, put on my jammies and at seven o'clock I was in bed.

While Miss Emily was still mostly serious in her demeanor tonight; to my added shame she did a lot more giggling about my bald little peenie and what a tiny little boy I am, and when I was wiggling my weenie sitting on her lap she was totally making fun of me.

What was weird was that it actually got me more excited, except after I was done wiggling myself my shame was ten times as bad, and I didn't understand why it excited me when she was making fun of me while I had to do that shameful thing.

But after she put me down for the night I couldn't sleep because Miss Emily had taken the wrong part of the baby monitor, and as I lay in bed I could hear her out in the living room.

She was talking on the phone and while I could only hear her side of the conversation, the first call was pretty short but I could tell that someone was coming over, and I wondered who?

I knew that Mom would let her have people over, especially when I was down for the night but I wondered who, and I wondered if our agreement about not telling anyone no longer counted. I was terrified but then she made the second call and that took my attention.

This time it was obvious she was talking to a girlfriend because she called her Alice, and there was no doubt from the things Miss Emily was saying that Alice knew about me.

I listened with a sort of weird curiosity and with my face burning in shame and frustration as I heard Miss Emily talk about all of my rules and routines and even about the spanking she'd given me and about me wiggling my weenie and the whole time she was giggling and I imagined her friend Alice was too, and on the one hand I wanted to die from shame, but I also realized I had a stiffie in my diapers.

Not that I could do anything about it, but why did I have a stiffie? It's so confusing and so unfair. I was excited and I wished I could wiggle my little peenie but I also wanted to cry at the same time.

Just then I heard the doorbell ring, and she quickly hung up an answered the door. The next sounds I heard were Miss Emily but also a male voice. The voice wasn't real deep like a grown-up guy, but it wasn't high like mine either. It was more like most of the guys in my school.

Was Miss Emily's guest a guy from my school?

I really am going to die. I listened carefully and I could tell they'd sat down and they were close to the baby monitor, and then I heard what definitely sounded like kissing.

Then I heard the guy ask who the kid was that she was baby-sitting, and my heart stopped and I couldn't breathe, but then I heard Miss Emily say in a real casual way that it was just some little kid, meaning me, and that I was long asleep in bed.

The guy asked something about it being just a baby, and she said more like a toddler, and while it made me feel awful, she hadn't betrayed me, and I had a mix of pain and relief.

Then it started to get interesting. I could tell they were doing some serious kissing and it went on for quite awhile, and I could hear Miss Emily kind of moan a few times, but it didn't sound like she was in pain.

It sounded like a happy moan. It also surprised that every time they talked Miss Emily's voice was so different then the way she talked to me.

It was like she was in awe of this guy and she giggled a lot but not like when she was giggling when she was talking to her friend Alice about me, but more like how a girl giggles when she's trying to please someone, sort of nervous and like she's trying to suck up to him.

I'd heard that same type of giggle when Beth is with Tom.

His voice on the other hand was sort of commanding and sounded so self assured.

I was thinking that since they can't hear me since the baby monitors were reversed, I could try to sneak a look. If they were sitting at this end of the couch I'd be able to see them by just peeking out my door.

I was scared but I was also very excited and very curious. but then I heard something really exciting.

The guy asked in that demanding kind of voice if she was going to suck him, and Miss Emily giggled and answered of course, and the guy said in almost a harsh voice for her to get on her knees.

I really didn't know much about how grown-ups had sex, but I had heard guys talk about getting blow jobs, and found out what that meant was that girls sucked their peenies with their mouths.

I wasn't sure if that wasn't just talk because it sounds kind of gross to me but what if it was true?

I realized I was actually breathing in short breaths and I've never been so excited in my life when I heard movement over the baby monitor, and then kissing sounds, but different, and then I heard the guy sort of moan and say something like, "Oh yeah, that's it...suck it.", and then I heard Miss Emily giggle and ask if she's doing it right, and the guy sort of whispered yeah and for her to stop talking and keep sucking.

Okay I was about to explode. I just had to see what was going on. I turned off my baby monitor and as quiet as I could I got out of bed, my heart beating fast, and I snuck to the door and very quietly I turned the knob and opened it a crack.

What I saw was unbelievable.

I could see the guy sitting on the couch, and I realized while he looked mature he definitely wasn't from my school, and at most he was in Junior High, maybe thirteen or fourteen, or maybe even younger.

He looked like the guys who started to mature early and like the guys who had depantsed me when they were like twelve and me and the puericil boys were fourteen or even fifteen.

Kneeling on the floor between the guy's legs was Miss Emily.

His peenie was out of his pants, and I was amazed at how big it was, and more amazing was the fact that Miss Emily obviously had it in her mouth and she bobbing her head up and down on it, while her hands also moved up and down on the part she didn't have in her mouth.

I couldn't stand it and terrified that I'd get caught I quietly closed the door and snuck back into bed, but I couldn't resist turning the baby monitor back on, and now that I knew what I was listening to it was way more exciting.

I so wanted to wiggle my weenie but that was impossible but then as I rolled on my tummy I realized I could hump against the mattress.

I started humping as I listened to Miss Emily suck on the guy, and within a minute I was getting that same feeling as when I wiggle my peenie, and just as I heard the guy moan and then say, "Swallow it all."

I got that feeling and I was lying on my tummy breathing so hard.

Everything went quiet for a minute and my usual shame came to me but I heard Miss Emily ask if she did it properly, and he told her she did, and then he made her thank him for letting her do it...and she did...wow.

I realized I really was a little boy and Miss Emily was definitely much more grown up then me.

It's so unfair...I'm seventeen.

I turned off the baby monitor, hoping Miss Emily, when she realized she had the wrong one, would think this end was off the whole time.

She must've because nothing was ever said about that but she didn't make that mistake again either.

From that day on Miss Emily had her boyfriend over almost every night that she sat me, but I never watched them again and I couldn't really hear them, but I did hump my mattress a lot.

It was before she put me to bed and before her boyfriend came over that things got worse.

For one thing I got to meet Alice or Miss Alice as I had to call her.

Spankings became very frequent as Miss Emily was as good as her word when she told Mom that she'd be very strict with me, but there were many other humiliations.

But that's another story...

(The End)