I Want to Be Professional

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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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One can never have too much education. I wanted to be a professional sitter so I took the course. You’ll love what I learned about boys.

I Want to Be Professional

By, Running Bare

I was fourteen and decided I wanted to earn pocket money. Mom said babysitting would be a good choice as I could do it evenings and weekends, and what the heck I liked kids. Our local health department offered training classes and certified whoever went to them and passed the exam as “Master Sitters”. Mom thought having the certificate and training would be a great tool for what she called marketing my services. I agreed and went to the classes.

The pamphlet cited five different areas the course would address. First was first aid. It covered how to take care of common injuries, the Heimlich maneuver, CPR, and cleanliness. The second week we would be studying infant care including feeding and diaper changing--again, no big deal. The third Saturday, we covered things to do to entertain children from 2- 5 years of age. Not my favorite age group, but you have to take what you can get. The fourth dealt with ways to effectively punish misbehaving children. But the fifth week really caught my attention. It was simply labelled “Taking Care of 8 to 13-year-old Boys”. Now that one I could hardly wait for.

First though, I want to tell you about what I learned in the fourth and fifth weeks. Did you know, girls were more social so restricting them to their room was a recommended punishment? That kind of explained why my parents had used it with me. What really caught my attention was that boys responded to sound spanking better than any other method for their discipline. Dr. Josephine Richards, the guest lecturer said that boys wanted to know who was the most physically powerful person in the relationship, and stressed that “it had better be you”, if we wanted to be successful. This was true from five or six onward. We all kind of laughed at that, even the boys who were taking the class.

We listened intently as Dr. Richards and Mrs. Pederson, our instructor, talked about how to get the best results with boy punishment. Both agreed that all boys needed to be naked when spanked. Dr. Richards said it was more painful that way, and, “the more it hurts, the less likely you’ll have to do it again”. We laughed at that remark as well. I was getting a bit horny listening to this and imagining myself taking a belt to some naked eleven or twelve-year-old. I mean could you imagine the sight, the sound, and the activity? Mrs. Pederson followed Dr. Richards and said that after a sound spanking, we should not allow the boy to rub his bottom. She also said we should make him stay completely naked for three hours or more following the spanking so he could be reminded of the punishment, suffer some well-deserved humiliation, and we wouldn’t have to strip him again if he hadn’t learned his lesson.

Get this. Mrs. Pederson said the punished boy was to go through his usual routine while he was naked as well. She said, “If he plays outside when he’s dressed, send him outside naked. If friends or visitors come by, make him present himself to them naked, and, by all means, don’t let him cover his items of interest. Boys don’t need modesty like girls do and the embarrassment and humiliation helps cement the punishment message.”

Then she out did that by explaining erections were to be expected during most, if not all, of the boy’s naked time, the face of the boy sitting two seats down my row was red as a beet with embarrassment. Then she said, “If he does cover himself, add an additional hour or two to his naked time”. At this point, I was so excited I wanted to specialize in 8 to 13 year-old boys.

One of the other girls had the guts to ask a question that was on my mind and I’m sure everyone else’s. She asked about touching his penis and testicles while he was naked. I remember thinking, “Where the hell did you get the nerve to pose that question?” The answer from Dr. Richards astounded me. She basically said, the parents had a great deal of trust in us and that if we could feel all those parts at bath time, so we could feel them as we felt necessary at any other time.

She also stressed that we make sure the mom and dad knew how we punished, especially boys. If naked time followed a good belting, we should make it clear their son(s) would be exposed publicly and privately following the spanking and that a certain amount of fondling might be used to calm them down. She and Mrs. Pederson would cover boy nudity in week six. I could hardly wait.

Week six was upon me and I was so anxious for this day long class, I hardly slept. I took my usual seat. Little did I know I was about to be embarrassed myself. Dr. Richards took the podium. She introduced the topic to be discussed—“Sitting Considerations for Eight to Thirteen Year Old Boys”. Now, admittedly I was one of the youngest students in the class. The only other fourteen-year-old was that boy who got so embarrassed during the discipline class. The other twenty or so were all between sixteen and twenty four except for the two older ladies, and I mean older. My age had not been a problem until that day. Dr. Richards asked if there was anyone in the class who had not ever felt the penis and scrotum of an eight to thirteen-year-old boy. I’d say about eight hands went up, mine, of course, among them.

Why she sorted me out of the herd I’ll never know, but she told me to go out into the hall and select one of the three boys sitting in the chairs outside the door. She told me to bring the one I selected to the front of the room. I coyly walked back to the door and went out. There were three boys sitting nervously, still bundled in their winter coats, but strangely all wearing athletic shorts as well. The temperature was in the twenties outside and I was curious as to why these three cute young boys were bare legged. I’m not complaining though, they all had cute legs and their legs definitely entered my consideration for which one I’d choose. After quickly surveying the group, I selected a boy who appeared to be eleven or twelve. I think his physical attributes were the main criteria that caught my attention as he was captivating to look at. His face was framed by his close cropped black hair, hazel eyes, and his cute legs all were criteria for I needed. But, you know, as I think about it, one of his most interesting attributes was the nervousness he was showing—much more than his peers. His knees were wiggling to and fro and his finger nails were under assault by his almost perfect set of teeth.

I asked him to come with me. He stood showing his very athletically sculpted legs. He approached and asked where we were going. I just told him Dr. Richards wanted him in the classroom. We both were at a loss beyond that. As we entered, the entire class turned to assess the child I’d chosen. Slowly, the boy followed me to the front of the classroom. He took a position, standing between me and Dr. Richards. She asked his name and he quietly offered Ian. She asked his age. He responded that he’d just turned twelve. When asked if he’d any idea what he was doing at that class, he just responded his Mom told him he had to go and do whatever he was told to do.

Interestingly, Dr. Richards did ask why he was in such short shorts on such a cold morning. He told her he had to wear shorts all the time. His mother told him it was good for his concentration and helped him behave better. Dr. Richards told the class that Ian had been diagnosed with ADHD and part of his prescription included exposing his skin as much as possible to environmental stimulation. She told us that, indeed, research supported such exposure did have positive influence on concentration and behavior.

Ian was ushered to an elevated platform in front of the class and I was told to undress him. He immediately blushed as did I. I couldn’t believe what I was being asked to do. Dr. Richards repeated herself. “Undress the boy. Put his clothing in that box over there.” There was an immediate look of panic on Ian’s face after hearing that. He became flushed as he looked out at the crowded classroom of adults and teens he didn’t even know.

Hesitantly, I unzipped his down outer coat and removed it. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the class glued on us. Actually, I could feel them, but poor Ian could see them. I untied his Nikes and slipped them off. Pausing I looked toward Dr. Richards and she just nodded as I removed his white ankle length socks.

A strange lump came to my throat as I slowly reached to pull his shorts down. He responded with a grasp on the elastic waistband. His eyes were wet with tears as his facial grimace almost begged for me to stop. It was then I became aware of the fact that the lump in my throat was a lot less noticeable than the lump now pushing the front of his shorts out. I gently guided his shorts down to his ankles. “Ian lift your feet so Miss Connors can take the shorts off.” He did so slowly and with obvious reluctance. I then gently grasped the elastic band on his briefs and quickly whisked them down to his ankles, so rapidly, in fact, that his hardened circumcised appendage hit me in the forehead as it bounced free. I think that scene was sheltered from most of the class by my presence in front of the now t-shirt clad boy. Dr. Richards broke her usually stoic decorum with a smile when she saw that happen. “Now get the boy’s shirt off.” I did.

“It appears that Ian here is an average boy. His erect penis is about average for a boy who hasn’t entered the throes of puberty. It appears to be about four or five inches erect and his testicles have begun their descent. Miss Connors, please cradle his scrotum in your hand and gently feel the contents. Can you feel the smooth orbs?” I told her I could. Actually, I was very impressed that his sack skin was very soft as well. It reminded me of the moleskin shoe inserts I had at home. “If you pinch the sack, you can stretch it out. Go ahead, Miss Connors, pinch him and stretch the bag a bit.” Ian just stood there still flushed as he watched my every move. The class was silent and seemed to be mesmerized by what I was doing.

I was then instructed to grasp his penis and feel it. I must admit I’d never felt an erect penis before and was pleasantly aroused by doing so. Ian suddenly reached down and tried to pry my hand from it. “Miss Connor, slap his backside as hard as you can and tell him to stand with his hands behind his back for the rest of your inspection.” I gave him a gentle slap on his left cheek. Dr. Richard’s yelled, “I said slap him not pat him. Slap his backside. Make it crack.” Almost apologetically I slapped him again on his left cheek and this time left a pink hand print and caused him to grunt and finally release a tear or two which rolled down his other cheeks.

Ruthlessly, Dr. Richards asked the now upset boy if this was the first time a girl had touched his boy parts. With his head down he mumbled “No”. She pushed the issue, who else touches your boy parts? And he admitted his mother, his grandmother, and the lady who lived next door to them. She sought clarification as to how and when they touched him. He said they made him lay down for massages every day.

Finally, the truth came out. He and his mother were clients of Dr. Richards. Indeed, she had inspected his genitals on many occasions. The mother and others were merely following a prescribed regimen of intervention that included whole body massages.

To further embarrass the boy and me, I was also instructed to turn him around bend him over and inspect his tight little anus. Dr. Richards talked me through prodding around the opening and then ordered me to thrust my index finger inside. Now, all that came to mind was that I was sure even those who’d felt a young boy’s package hadn’t invaded him internally. I was directed to his prostate by the good doctor, and was suddenly aware of the complexity of their anatomy.

“Mr. Striker, have you ever felt another eight to thirteen-year-old male’s genitals before?” My male agemate immediately turned beet red at the question. He cleared his throat a couple of times and admitted he hadn’t.

”How about you coming down and examining our friend Ian, here. Miss Connor, you can take your seat unless you’d like a few more minutes.””

Truth be told I could have felt that boy’s package for hours, but to hide this possibly unhealthy drive, I just took my seat. Poor Dave was up there cautiously rolling and pinching Ian’s glans. Ian, head down, apprehensively watched his every move. Then the ever-sensitive Richards asked, “Mr. Striker does it feel the same as yours?”

He admitted touching someone else’s wasn’t the same as touching his own. He moved on to gently manipulating the twelve-year old’s balls. After ten minutes, he seemed not quite so self-conscious. I couldn’t say the same for Ian.

Following that, Dr. Richards called for a fifteen-minute break. She made poor Ian continue to stand on that platform with his legs spread, hands behind his back, and stiff penis pointing directly at the class. She invited anyone else who hadn’t felt a twelve-year old’s penis and testicles to take advantage of him during their break. Our older ladies walked by for a close up visual exam of the boy, but I think they thought if they touched him it’d be an admission that they too had never felt a twelve-year-old’s package before. I must admit, I wanted to get seconds but the line was a bit long.

After we’d all been seated she called me back to the front of the room. I was then instructed to take Ian back to the front waiting area. As I reached for his clothing, she stopped me. “Miss Connors, did I say anything about dressing him?” I was a bit embarrassed by her tone. “Ian is to stay naked for the rest of the day. When you get him to the waiting area, he is to sit with his knees spread and arms on the arms of the chair. Is that understood, young man?” Flushed by the pronouncement the boy just nodded his understanding.

I was instructed to select one of the other clothed boys to accompany me back to the room for the next session. As I led the naked Ian past the two boys still seated in the waiting area, I could see the look on their faces. It was a combination of disbelief, questioning, and fear. Both of the remaining boys, clad in short shorts similar to Ian’s, had shed their insulated outer coats. Both were wearing long sleeved polo shirts and combined with their bare legs looked a bit odd. I selected the boy with what I felt was the least fearful look and told him to get his coat and follow me. There was a hint of shock as he stood up, grabbed his coat and walked toward me. I reminded Ian to keep his knees spread and hands away from his crotch at all times before I left. He was a good looking boy, but even better looking nude. That was for sure.

I asked before opening the classroom door what the next child’s name was. He just mumbled Richie. He told me he was ten. He was cute, but not as much as Ian. As I opened the door, he quietly asked what we intended to do to him. “I don’t know, Richie, that’s up to Dr. Richards.” Down the aisle we went.

It was quickly apparent that Dr. Richards knew Richie. She paused in mid-sentence and acknowledged him. “Ah, Richie, I’d ask how your week went, but Mom already told me. Suspended from school for two days and a real pain at home?”

“Actually, Miss Connors, you must have ESP. I planned to cover spanking boys for this next segment and your selection of Richie was impeccable. How could you have possibly known?” I smiled at her. “Now, what is the first thing you do to prepare a boy this age for the strap?”

I quietly offered, “Make him naked.”

“So be it. Please undress the boy. Remember to slap his bare hip if he gives you one moment of trouble. “

Richie started shedding tears immediately. I don’t know whether he feared the public exposure or the idea that a belt was inevitable, but a tear actually fell on my hand as I unbuttoned and unzipped his very short cutoff jeans. They dropped to his ankles and I reached to free them from his legs. He took the lead without instruction lifting each foot as I removed them. His briefs were next. He didn’t resist like Ian had. I pulled them down freeing another little boner. It too was cleanly cut but probably an inch or so shorter than Ian’s. His cute little ball sack wasn’t as loose as Ian’s. The tight little bag was hugging the boy’s groin. Without any further ado, I lifted his shirt off. He cooperated.

Dr. Richards had watched my every move with Richie. She even made me feel his equipment before handing me a two-inch wide leather belt. “Richie, Miss Connors here is going to whip the fire out of your backside for getting suspended. Why is she going to use the belt on you?”

Richie just mumbled, “Because I was bad in school and got suspended.”

“Did Mom or Dad whip you for it?”

“Daddy did the night it happened.”

“Well, Miss Connors lets renew Dad’s fire. Bend the boy over so he has a hand on each side of the seat of that chair.” I did. “Now, kick his legs apart until you can see his scrotum peeking out from between them.” It felt weird spreading his legs and watching for his sack to show right in front of a classroom full of other people, but I did as I was told. Actually, it was extremely silent as I did it. Poor Richie was so scared anticipating the spanking I kind of felt sorry for him. But truthfully half of me was a bit excited about whipping is bare butt with that belt, too.

“Richie, head down.” Dr. Richard’s ordered. “Miss Connor, you may begin. I don’t want love taps either.”

I swung the doubled over belt and hit the boy across both cheeks, but apparently not sufficiently to impress the good doctor nor Richie. “Miss Connors, quit the love fest. Hurt the boy. I want stripes on his backside.” Scared myself, I put a little more effort into the swing and surprisingly caused a snap that echoed throughout the classroom. I pulled the belt back and was about to swing. “Miss Connors, please wait let that stripe sink in before the next one. Slowly count to five or ten before the next one. Don’t be in such a hurry.”

One-two-three-four-five, I rapidly bought the leather forward and again a loud snap. Richie actually lurched forward and grunted. I slowly counted to five again and followed that with the now familiar echo. This time, however, Richie was crying. The whole slow count and strapping continued until I’d planted ten on the kid. It was then that I was told I could stop.

“Now, what follows, Miss Connors?”

“Naked time.”

“Exactly. Why, Miss Connors?”

“To humiliate him a bit.”

“Okay, Richie, you will stay naked the rest of the day. You will report to your parents’ car naked, when they come to pick you up. Do you understand?” Richard’s was ruthless. “And, why were you strapped and made to spend naked time?”

“Fv...fv...for getting suspended from school.”

“Good. Think about it next time you think you might misbehave at school. Miss Connors, you may sit down. Richie hands on your head and stand facing these fine people.”

Tears still trickling down his cheeks the boy did as he was told. “We’ll take another break. Richie here is yours to examine during the break. You may feel his backside for ‘temperature’ or his penis and scrotum for your curiosity.”

I was turned on watching my classmates parade past Richie. Most took advantage to both pull on the boy’s erection and feel the heat emanating from his freshly belted backside. I must admit there was a tinge of pride that swept over me when they’d comment on the heat of the boy’s bottom. The two elderly ladies even took the time to both feel Richie’s penis and examine his punished backside. Most memorable were the twin male high school juniors. They tried to look disinterested but they obviously liked being able to accost the kid genitals. It was evident they enjoyed the warmth of Richie’s freshly tanned backside too. Neither was able to stifle his snorting laugh as they felt his backside.

Not that it was unexpected, but I was again chosen to usher the last boy Donnie Ingle into the forum. Keith would not comply with my undressing him. Dr. Richards asked for Darryl and David to forcefully strip him naked. “Tear his clothes off if you need to, but get him naked for us. His parents have been working on his body shyness and I guess they aren’t making my progress.” As the sixteen-year-old brothers literally wrestled Keith to the floor and rumbled around, Dr. Richards continued, “Sometimes, ladies and gentlemen, we have to be a little less diplomatic and more aggressive. You’ll find that with many preteen boys. Most of them don’t like to be nude in public places. I think with worst thing we’ve done over time is boy fashions. In my opinion they should be kept totally nude at all times until they pass puberty.” Almost like she was doing a stand-up comedy routine, she continued. “I love seeing them walking around with their penises swaying back and forth, don’t you?” The struggle continued, Darryl and David were battling with Keith’s briefs and he was twisting, turning and swearing at them.

Finally, the kid was naked as the day he was born. I think his t-shirt was torn beyond repair during the struggle. Sitting on Keith’s abdomen, holding his arms up and extended Darryl had the boy pinned to the floor and awaited the good doctor’s next instruction.

She walked over and standing above the boy asked, “Keith, do you think you can behave if I make him let you up, or do I have to let him sit on you until he gets to spank you for your misbehavior?”

The very red-faced boy did a final twist to try to free himself. Darryl was bigger and heavier so that was futile. She asked again, if he could do as he was told. All I could hear from the front row was a “Yeessss” that had a definite element of disrespect to it. Darryl was told to let him up. David joined his brother again to stand vigilant just in-case.

Keith stood up and I was surprised when I saw his penis bounce around. There was something different about it. Not just that it wasn’t stiff like the other two, at least not yet. But it appeared he didn’t have the knob Ian and Richie had. It appeared from where I sat to be just a tube.

Dr. Richard’s massaged his boyhood a little. “I think some of you might be surprised by Keith’s penis. Actually, it’s perfectly normal. But, unlike the other two boys he was not circumcised so he has a foreskin covering his glans. Now, as he erects, you’ll get to see that the glans is just covered by the skin at his tip. She then slid the skin on his penis back exposing a red tip that glistened a bit as if it was wet. When you bathe boys who aren’t circumcised, you have to slip the skin back to clean the head of their penises. You can’t just lather up the glans without pulling the skin back, like this. As you can see, it is helpful to get them erect before you do it though, easier to clean.”

Then she spoke directly to Keith. “Because of your little tantrum a few minutes ago, we’re going to let David demonstrate some spanking techniques on your bare bottom, Keith.” The boy started crying but was ignored by Richards. “David if you’ll sit right here we’ll put the boy across your lap.” She walked Keith to David and pushed him over his lap. David had an eager look on his face as if he was relishing the chance to tear up Keith’s bare ass.

“We’ll be doing a bit of an experiment with Keith. He’s going to let us know about various implements you might choose for spanking.” She held up David’s arm. “David’s hand”. Then she held up a long handle shower back brush. “A brush”. And finished up with a wooden spoon and a belt in the same manner.

“Keith, you’ve been very disobedient today so we need to punish you. You will get a chance to help though. After you’ve been spanked by each of these items, you will tell us, in order, which hurt most. Do you understand?”

The kid was belligerent. He didn’t answer.

“If you don’t cooperate with this we’ll keep doing it over and over until you decide to play. If you don’t tell us after the first round, we’ll keep repeating the whole thing until you do. Do you understand?”

And angry outburst followed, “Yesssss! Leave me alone.” He tried to get up but David with an assist from Darryl held him in place.

“Okay David. First, your hand. As hard as you can I want you to plant three hand prints on the boy’s bottom. You may begin.”

David grinned and half comically wave his hand as if to warm up. Then “slap” the first swat echoed through the classroom. “Slap” and Keith cried out squirming on David’s lap. “Slap” another deliberate strike.

“Okay. Now, Keith remember how bad those felt. David take this brush and use the back of it on his backside. Go ahead and give him three.”

David choked up on the brush’s handle, brought it forward with a great deal of force. There was a loud “clap” as it connected to Keith’s tight little butt cheeks. He screamed out. “Clap” the second connection was louder than the first. Keith was bawling and trying to free himself from the spanking position. “Clap” caused a definite strained whine. Actually, I felt bad for the kid. It was apparent, though, my empathy was not shared by many of my classmates. They were actually enjoying the activity.

“David, let’s try the wooden spoon. It’s the tool of choice for many Southern families. It’ll be hard to beat the brush though, don’t you think?” She handed David the spoon. “Three with the spoon David. Keith, this is the wooden spoon. I’ll bet it won’t be quite as bad as the brush, but you can let us know.”

She nodded to David who appeared to be really enjoying the stint. The spoon connected with a much quieter snap. But it did cause Keith to twist and turn. I was thinking the already reddened butt would not be receptive to anything else. How could the kid decide after being thoroughly warmed up with the hand and the brush? But, the spoon did seem to be effective. It certainly was something almost everyone had in the kitchen.

“Now, my preference for the belt is that the boy be standing bent over. But because they’ve settled in here, I’m going to let David do the best he can with Keith across his lap. Besides, you all got the general idea of the belt when Richie had his lesson a little while ago. Go ahead David you may start. Three with the belt.”

“Snap” the leather hit the mark. David must have paid attention to my lesson as he seemed to count between each strike giving the kid time to absorb the full effect of the discipline. “Snap” the belt hit again.

The instructor almost consoled the recipient, “One more Keith and we’ll let you get up and report.”

“Snap” followed by a loud scream and almost angry outburst from the eleven-year-old.

When the kid was released from David’s lap he was told to show us his bottom and then turn around, keep his hands at his sides and tell us which thing was worst. Because he was very evidently angry, he was reminded that failure to do as he was told would be the signal we had to do the whole thing over again. Thankfully, Keith was able to identify the brush as his least liked implement. It was followed in order by belt, wooden spoon and hand.

Don’t get me wrong. I loved watching the boy being spanked, but I also felt he’d had enough.

Keith was told, like the others, he’d have to stay naked the remainder of the day. He like the other boys was to allow members of the class to inspect and handle any part of his fully exposed body the students wanted to handle. As we filed past Keith during break, most folks were intrigued with sliding the kid’s foreskin back and forth. I think it was of interest as most of the boys in the U.S. have been circumcised so intact kids are a bit of an oddity to many people. I’m glad I got to see and play with Keith’s penis. You never know when you might have to take care of some little guy with a foreskin. Now, I know how to work with them.

After the break, all three naked boys were lined up for us to learn to do testicular exams. That was followed by allowing us to locate the boys’ prostates by inserting our fingers into their buttholes while they bent over holding a chair. It was quickly apparent their hate for the testicular exams was far exceeded by how they felt about the prostate activities. I loved how embarrassed they were.

I was so enamored by Ian. I don’t know whether it was his longer penis which was almost always hard, his well-tanned muscular legs, or his absolutely handsome face. But, I think it was a combination of the three. When they were marched in and given to the class to examine freely, I stuck with him.

Class was over, and I was still fondling the boy’s scrotum, gently massaging it with my fingertips moving in a circular fashion. I heard someone clear their voice and observed a panicked look on Ian’s face. Dr. Richards approached. I quickly withdrew my hand from the boy’s genitalia and was a bit embarrassed as I looked at the stoic woman who’d approached.

“Hi there, Mrs. Kelly. This is one of our youngest students, Stephanie Connors, I think she’s hooked on your boy. She had to swat his backside a few times to get him to comply with her undressing him, but all’s well now. Isn’t it, Ian?”

Then Dr. Richards addressed me, “Go ahead Miss Connors, you can continue to examine the boy.” He was red faced at what could only have been being caught by his mother as some young girl tended to his boy parts. I hesitated. “Miss Connors, rub the boy’s penis and scrotum. You did check his prostate, didn’t you?” Dr. Richards demanded.

Talk about embarrassment, I was being asked that kind of intimate question in front of the kid’s mother. “Yes, I did. I felt it.”

Mrs. Kelly engaged me in conversation. She wanted to know my age, where I lived, whether I had siblings, etc. Then she nodded toward Ian. “You better get busy doing what Dr. Richards told you to do, or, I know for a fact, you’ll catch hell from her. Massage the boy’s package.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was cleared by Ian’s mother to fondle him while she watched. What kind of mother would do that? But, what the hell and whoopie! The kid was literally putty in my hands. I could do whatever I wanted to him and it was viewed by his mother as professional and good for him.

As I stroked his erect penis she asked, if I thought young boys should be forced to be naked.

“Well, I didn’t before this class. Now, I think it would be good for them. In fact, the more they hate it, the more likely they need it.”

Momentarily the boy’s mother broke up my “examining” work. “Ian, go get your coat and shoes and put them on.”

“What about my other clothes?”

“Did Miss Connors have to spank you today?”

“Yeah, but...”

“But nothing young man. You’re naked for the next couple of days as punishment for getting a spanking. Just your coat and shoes. I’ll gather up your other stuff as we leave. And, hurry up, we have to stop by Grandma’s.” She turned to usher the boy toward the door. His tight little ass cheeks alternating from under the waist length down coat. God, talk about cute! But then she walked back toward me. My first thought was, “Uh, oh!”

“Stephanie, could I have your number. I think you’d be good for him. I know he’s only a couple of years younger, but if you can use the belt as well as Dr. Richards indicated, you might work out. Now, I have no problem forcing him to be nude while you sit and I’d encourage you to handle his jewels and stuff as much as you wanted to, but I can only pay eight dollars and hour. You’d have to be free Saturday afternoons and evenings. If you give me your number you can think it over, talk to your parents, and let me know when I call.”

“Nothing to think about. I’ll do it. My folks would be delighted for me to bring in my own spending money.”

“We’ll be in touch.”

Dr. Richards had overheard the whole conversation. “Good for you Stephanie. You can pull this off. Remember Ian needs to be handled with authority and frankly I’d start by demanding total nudity from him the whole time I sat. It’ll embarrass him and he will be more compliant. Spank him regularly and hard when he needs it. But, I’d have your mother or father or older brother or someone you could call to offer support if needed until he gets it through his head you will always win the conflicts he creates. Oh, and make the boy call you Miss Connors. Don’t you dare let him call you by your first name. Familiarity breeds contempt. Good luck!”

I can say, I sure as hell learned a lot about caring for boys in middle childhood. Yep, they would become my favorites. And, it turns out Ian was a regular for my first year. Then his mother started leaving him at his grandmother’s to save money.

But, hey, my dance card is always filled. There are always weekend sitting jobs and even some school nights. Guess I’m doing it right. Almost always, I force the boys to be nude for the entire sitting event, but definitely always naked after spanking, even if they have sisters. I think their mothers appreciate it, and their fathers are usually what I’d call indifferent about it.

As recommended by the instructors, I always tell parents how I handle discipline. Girls get sent to their rooms and boys are “stripped and striped”. Most parents are onboard with that. Some have a hard time with the naked time I require of boys following a spanking, but generally become comfortable with it after a few incidents. They do appreciate that I inspect all young boys for being thorough in the bath or shower, especially their boy parts. I’ve actually instructed some mothers how to do testicular and prostate exams. They love it. The boys don’t.

I know now that at fourteen (soon to be fifteen) I only get to sit for kids for two or three hours on parents’ nights out, sometimes longer on weekends, but I do look forward to being old enough to handle taking care of them for a week or more while parents are on vacation. And, when or if I do, I want there to be at least one ten to thirteen-year-old boy in the mix. It’d be great to have two or three of them. I think you know why.

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