| Baby-sitters' Halloween Party Hi, my name is Abbey, but if you’ve read about me and Paula, then you know that already. And you also know that a teenage girl named Paula baby-sits me a lot, and she gives me hard, bare-bottomed spankings when she does. But I still love her because when she spanks, it makes my privates feel real good and it makes me ‘cum’ as she told me it was called. Anyway, Paula’s not the only teenaged girl that likes to spank young girls like myself. She has three other friends from her school, Patti, Pam and Peggy, who baby-sit girls in the neighborhood and spank them a lot too… bare bottomed. Last August, they had a ‘spanking party’ where we all got together and took turns spanking us. It kinda hurt, but it was also fun because I ‘came’ several times before I was put to bed. But this happened last October when I was still nine years old, back in 1975. (Paula’s Birthday Present was 1976 when she turned 17) Our moms all wanted to go to more ‘adult’ oriented parties or office parties, so Paula conveniently organized a ‘sleepover’ between her three friends and the girls they babysat, this time in our house. I guess our moms decided they would crash at Kristi’s house and come home in the morning. And naturally, when we all gathered in the evening just before sundown, our babysitters warned us that after Trick-or-treating, there would be some serious spankings in store for us, which really didn’t surprise us. Anyway, our moms had all vanished for the night, so the four teenage babysitters dressed us in our costumes. We were put in matching ‘school-girl’ uniforms that were too small, so they would be incredibly short. Our babysitters told us that our bare legs were just too cute to hide, and besides, if we needed a spanking while we were out, it would make our bottoms much easier to get to. And so Patti and Pam went with us into the night, while Paula and Peg remained behind to decorate the house for our little party when we got back. Patti simply wore her cheerleader uniform from last year, while Pam dressed as a sassy witch. Her costume was a black micro miniskirt that showed a little of her black panties, but in the dark you really couldn’t tell. And she wore the typical pointy hat and had done her nails black. And as a caution, she carried a first-aid kit in a plastic pumpkin in case any of us girls fell down and skinned our unprotected knees along the way. We were gone about an hour, going to all the houses we could find. At one point, we bumped into Mrs. MacGregor with her two children younger than us. She asked Pam if she was my older sister or cousin. “Naw, we’re just the babysitters watching the girs,” she said. “Aww how nice. In this day and age, it’s good to meet a young lady who does responsible things, rather than get into trouble like so many young girls do.” “Yes ma’am,” she said. And so we walked on. “What kinda trouble?” asked Sydney, the youngest in our group of only seven. “Oh… y’know… trouble,” replied Patti, hoping she wouldn’t ask more. And so we went up and down the streets of our neighborhood collecting candy until the cool night air on our bare legs finally overcame our greed. And so we headed back to my house. “What are we gonna do now?” I asked as the house came into sight. “Oh… well… it’s Halloween y’know,” said Patti. “I guess we’ll have to sacrifice some virg… uh… young girls to ‘Bloody Mary’ the Queen of Darkness!” “Who?” asked Sydney, now somewhat scared. “You’ll see!” said Pam with a giggle. And so we reached the front door. By now the porch light was off to signal no more ‘trick-or-treating.’ And when we entered, the house was completely dark, except for a dozen or so candles that were burning in the living room, along with a plastic jack-o-lantern with a small bulb. “We’re back,” declared Patti. At that, Paula approached, now clad in only a black tee shirt, black panties, and a pair of high-healed shoes. “Welcome to the dungeon!” she said in a spooky voice. “And I see you’ve brought four cute schoolgirls! Excellent!” With that, she eyed young Sydney with a hungry look. “I think ‘Bloody Mary’ will be pleased. Bring in the victims so we can prepare them for sacrifice!” she said trying not to giggle. Poor Sydney was taking all this a little too seriously, but I was having fun. “What shall we do, High Priestess?” said Pam like she was in a school play. “First of all, remove their clothing! Bloody Mary loves bare naked brats!” “It shall be done!” With that, our babysitters had gathered around us and undressed us as quickly as possible. Jumpers, kneesocks, panties… everything. Soon we were in the candle-lit room butt- naked! Already, I could feel that strange hungry tingling in my crotch. Next thing I knew, they were using belts and bandanas to tie our hands. They lead three of us—me, Madison, and Kristi over against the wall where there were posts in an open area that looked into our small dining room. There we stood against the wall with our hands above our heads, tied to those posts. Then all the other babysitters changed from their costumes, down to tee shirts and panties. Patti’s were black like Paula’s, but Peg and Pam’s were red. “You three girls will remain in the dungeon while we prepare the first sacrifice for Bloody Mary, Queen of spooky darkness… and all other creepy things!” declared Paula. “Bring the youngest to me! The Queen demands her now!” I was afraid poor Sydney would cry, but she remained silent. At that point, Sidney’s regular babysitter Peg took over in hopes of keeping her from totally freaking out. “This way, little girl!” she coaxed. She took her over to the coffee table that had been cleared. “On the table!” she ordered. Sidney sat down, put Peg had her lay down on her back. “Bind the human sacrifice!” ordered Paula. And so Peg took a bandana and tied her hands up, stretching them above her head. Using a small rope tied around the bandana, she secured her arms to a wooden chair leg weighted down with books to keep it from sliding. Then, she tied a bandana around her feet, and bound them in the same way. Now, seven-year-old Sidney lay on the coffee table completely naked and bound with arms and legs stretched out. It was both spooky and thrilling to see how much she looked like a human sacrifice. “Now, we must prepare the sacrifice to be pleasing to Bloody Mary!” declared Paula. And with that, she handed Peg feather, a long fluffy toy feather that was all frayed. Peg took it and gently brought it down just below Sidney’s chin and gently touched it. Sidney squirmed haplessly as she rolled her head from side to side, somewhat whining. “Ow, the table hurts my head,” she complained. And so Peg grabbed a small pillow from the couch. “If there’s one thing a priestess can’t stand, it’s a whiney, bratty sacrifice!” she said as she put the pillow under her head nevertheless. “Gag the vicitm!” ordered Paula. At so Patti approached and put another bandana around Sidney’s mouth. Poor Sidney mumbled her muffled protests as she shook her head, but she remained helpless on the table. And so Peg once again brought the tickly feather down and gently touched her between her non- existent tits. Slowly and gently, the feather made its way down her pale naked body glowing in the candlelight as Sidney tried to strain against her bondage. She moaned and cooed beneath the gag as Peg tickled her bare flesh downward, stopping just short of her little hairless privates. She stared for a moment and licked her lips, before touching the feather to her right knee, slowly moving it up her inner thigh. Sidney thrust and squirmed against the ropes that held her, making all sorts of sounds with her gagged mouth. But once again, Peg stopped just short of her privates. She then repeated the process on her left bare leg, causing Sid to squeal once again. “She’s almost ready, but not quite,” declared Peg. Then, she dared the forbidden zone. With a quick ‘boop!’ she just barely touched those two small cunny lips with the tip of the feather. Sidney jumped and rolled her head from side to side at the most sensuous tickling on her nether lips. “I think she likes it!” declared Peg. Once again, she repeated with a high pitched ‘boop!’ as she dabbed the feather down there. Sidney flayed about, yet the ropes held her arms and legs outstretched. “Boop! Boop!” squeaked Peg as she dabbed the feather twice again. Then, she put the feather down between Sidney’s legs, and slowly dragged it up along those little pink cunny lips making a “shhhhhh,” sound. Poor Sidney shook violently at the most sensuous tickling yet. “Hmmm,” mumbled Peg. “I think I see a little bud peeking out!” With that, she continued to tickle her hapless charge’s privates with the feather. “Come on out, little clitty!” she said. “Don’t be shy!” And then, after a brief teasing caress with the feather, Peg leaned down closely to the tiny little twat, puckered her lips, and gently blew a soft breeze across those puffy lips. Instantly, Sidney spasmed up and down on the coffee table with the torturous pleasure. “Ahhh, you DO like that, don’t you, my little human sacrifice,” said Peg. She dabbed that little pussy again, just barely making contact, forcing Sid to lift her bottom up off the coffee table to meet it. “You want some more of this, little baby?” said Peg. “Come on, honey. Come get it. Up, up!” And thus Peg raised the feather higher, forcing Sidney to arch her back up higher in order to feel it against her now swollen, bee-bee sized clit. Peg tickled her for a few seconds, before raising it a few inches higher still. “Come on, baby! Come get it!” Sidney whined in protest, for she could hardly rise any higher. Soon, she tired and had to lay back down with a heavy breath. Peg tickled her little cunny with the feather again, before taunting her again by raising it. “Come on honey! Come get it!” With an irate “Grmf” through her gag, Sidney raised up again to meet the feather, before going back down again. And figuring she had tortured her poor charge enough, she began to gently caress that little bald naked cunny as Sidney moaned contently and thrusted about. “Perhaps we should check the other victims in the dungeon!” suggested Peg as she gave Sidney the works. With that, Patti picked up another bushy feather and approached us three girls tied to the wall. Because our hands were tied above our heads, we were pretty much as helpless as Sidney was. And so Patti approached me first. She reached down and stuck the feather between my bare-naked inner thighs and lifted up. Because the feather was curved, it reached around to my lower butt crack with tickling sensation. I closed my eyes as she slowly moved it forward and upwards, caressing my crotch and damp throbbing flower. “Oh God!” I cried. “Oh-God-Oh-God-Oh-God!” The entire length ticked me, causing me to shake my head from side. I felt my stomach cramp up as electricity shot through my entire body. I squealed like the little girl I was as she tickled me all the way up to my belly button. “Hmmm! Nice. Very nice!” said Patti with an evil grin. Then, she moved over to Kristi hanging next to me, who was my age (nine). She did the same thing to her, making her scream and jolt wildly. From both my experience and hearing her moan and twitch, I was so hot now that a few drops of my girl juice was rolling down my leg. But then she moved to Madison, the oldest of us girls at eleven years. She did the same thing to her, causing her to nearly scream loud enough to reach the neighbors. “Ooooooh!” Madison cried out. “Oooh God! Oh God! That felt good! Do it again! DO IT AGAIN!” she begged. “Sorry, my poor victim!” replied Patti. “But we don’t call it a torture chamber for nothing!” Poor Madison was so desperate for relief, she was almost in tears. She hung there against the wall humping the air. “C’mon, Patti! Do it again! It’s not fair!” But Patti only bent down about a foot away from Madison’s eleven-year- old bald slit and gently blew, causing Maddie moan and twitch. “Tough luck, soon-to-be sacrifice!” she said, once again as if she was in a school play. And so we all turned our attention back to Sidney, who lay sprawled out on the ‘sacrificial table.’ Peg gave her starving cunny a few more tickles with the feather, before facing the other teens. “Do you think she’s ready to be sacrificed to Bloody Mary, High Priestess?” “Yes, I think Bloody Mary will be quite appeased at our offering tonight,” replied Paula. “Let the ritual begin!” And with that, Peg untied the ropes that kept Sidney’s arms and legs bound. The with Paula’s help, they each took a side and picked her up. They rolled her over to face down on the coffee table. They placed a pillow under her to lift her bare bottom up high. Once again, they secured her arms and legs out straight so once again she lay helpless with her naked bottom up high, waiting for a wooden paddle to smack it. But first Peg tickled her bottom all over with the feather, once again making Sid squirm about helpless on the ‘sacrificial table.’ Then, Peg used her fingers to poke at her little bummy hole until her finger slid in and tickled from the inside. Poor Sidney shook her head all about and moaned and whined through the gag. Peg conned to tickle her bumhole with her finger and her crotch with the feather using both hands. “I think she’s ready to be offered up to Bloody Mary!” declared Peg. “Excellent!” replied Paula. “Pam, fetch the paddle. Bloody Mary demands a hot bare bottom!” And so Pam produced two paddles. One was over a foot long and almost as thick as a sugar cube. The other was a small thin one that once had a ball and string attached to it, which was the one to be used for Sidney. I trembled when I suddenly realized the bigger paddle was for the rest of us! Anyway, Peg continued to tickle and rub Sidney’s bare bottom for a few more seconds before slapping those white buns with her hand. Her little butt cheeks jiggled as if they were full of jelly. Sidney moaned as she got her bare bottom spanked by hand, but soon Peg took the smaller paddle and gently tapped it against those cute little butt cheeks. She rubbed it around and then tapped some more, acting as if each tap was going to be hard. Poor Sidney shrieked as she thought each tap could be a hard swat instead. But finally, she raised her arm back and swung. It landed on her bare bottom with a loud ‘POP!’ Instantly, Sidney let out a muffled squeal. She popped her again and again. Even in the candlelight of the room, I could see her little pale bottom turning a dark pink, and then red. I could tell it was starting to really hurt! But then Peg stopped to rub that bare bottom to calm her down again, and then to poke at her little bummy-hole for a few seconds before continuing her spanking. Once again, poor Sidney cried out loudly through her gag with each loud ‘POP!’ across her warm stinging buns. I sort of felt sorry for her, but watching her get a sound spanking on the bare bottom was really turning me on. I could feel my own wet privates throbbing with each heartbeat. And so her spanking must have gone on for five minutes, alternating between hard spanks with the paddle, tickling in her butthole, and the soothing hand rubs against her sore bottom. “Her bottom’s quite warm!” declared Peg! “Is the Queen satisfied with this burnt offering?” “The Queen says, ‘not quite!’” replied Paula. “Make her cry a little!” And so Peg gave Sidney a few more gentle rubs on her bottom, and then a squeeze of each red butt cheek, before raising the paddle again. “Come on, sacrifice,” she coaxed. “Cry for Bloody Mary! Let her know how naughty and bratty you are!” With that, she smacked that poor bottom with another POP! That was louder still. Sidney squirmed all about in desperation to shake the hot sting from her bottom as she whined. POP! POP! POP! By now, poor Sid was nearly screaming the best she could through the gag. I’m sure she was crying by now. And so Peg reached out and gently touched her hot buns. “Nice and hot!” she said. “And so very red!” “Yet, very nice!” agreed Paula. “Bloody Mary is ready to receive her now! Send her into the other side!” And with that, Peg began to finger her little bum-hole again. Sidney continued to squirm as Peg moved her finger slowly in and out with a wiggle. All the while, she teased her crotch with the feather. By now Sidney was madly humping against the pillow as her breaths got louder and louder. Peg continued to tease her and finger her until Sid’s head rocked way back. Her arms and legs struggled about against the ropes and humped the pillow as hard and fast as she could. Peg would finger and then give a quick slap to her bottom, and then finger her again in time with her humps. Finally, Sid could hold back no longer. Her body suddenly jolted violently with a loud shriek as she broke into a massive explosion of an orgasm. Her head flew all about as her body pulsated with each contraction. “Oh God, she’s coming!” cried Pam as we all watched Sidney ride out her monstrous orgasm. It seemed she would never stop. She must have cried out in her ultimate pleasure for fifteen to twenty seconds before she began to settle down. Finally after a minute, she went almost motionless on the table as her little body fell limp with a long sigh of contentment and peace. “Her spirit has passed through the Ring of Fire!” declared Paula, sort of making this up as she went along. “If Queen Bloody Mary is appeased with this sacrifice, she will return her spirit to her body in the morning.” And with that, they untied her and removed the gag. Sidney was way too exhausted to move and perhaps had passed out from her sonic blast of an orgasm. And so Peg gently rolled her over picked her up, cradling her naked body in her arms. Sid just hung their giving us a grand view of her swollen nether-lips as her mid-section dangled between Peg’s arms. I swore I saw a single drop of girl juice fall from her slit down to the carpet. Nevertheless, Peg placed her naked, docile, and freshly-spanked charge down on the couch and covered her with a blanket. “Damn, you’re hot!” she said as she stroked the sweaty sandy-blonde hair. “I think Bloody Mary is quite pleased,” declared Paula. “But her appetite for little girls is not satisfied. Bring in the next victim from the dungeon!” And so Patti turned to face us three girls as we stoop with our arms tied and stretched about our heads. She raised her hand and slowly stepped toward Madison. “Bloody Mary wants…” But at the last moment, she turned and pointed to me, “…YOU!” I nervously grinned, now throbbing with both excitement and fear after seeing the treatment that we were to get. ‘Oh goody,’ I thought to myself. And so Patti reached up to untie my hands while the other babysitters prepared the ‘sacrificial table’ for me. And soon they were putting me in position. I heard still as they secured my arms and legs in the same manner they did Sidney’s. And there I lay naked and helpless before those four naughty teenage girls. This time, Patti came to perform the ‘sacrifice.’ She seized upon the feather and gave my body the treatment. I cried out in ecstasy as those soft little fibers gently caressed all over my bare skin. I broke out in goosebumps as I felt my privates throb in want of attention as she teased around the area. And finally she gave me the same teasing treatment. Oh gawd! Oooooh gaaawwwd! It was incredible the way the feather across my slit sent electric charges all over my body. I never knew I could feel that good. And after a five-minute session of teasing my crotch with the feather, I was on the verge of orgasm. But they stopped and turned me over. I knew it was time to get a serious whipping with the bigger wooden paddle. I trembled in fear, yet I felt Patti’s fingers tickling my bumhole, before sliding in and wiggling around. I humped the pillow furiously, experiencing both pleasure and fear. Then, I felt the cold wood of the paddle tapping and rubbing my bottom. It tortured me, for each tap would come as if it would be the hard one. Finally, I felt a sharp ‘CRACK!’ on my bare bottom, followed by a hot sting. “Oooow!” I cried out. Over and over again, that paddle smacked my naked buns, turning them red hot. I humped the pillow to make the best of it. Occasionally, the burning swats would stop for a quick massage of my buttons and a gentle tickle in my bumhole. The pleasure and pain was served on one dish. “Come on, make it hurt more,” coaxed Paula. “Spank harder!” And the swats grew more intense, perhaps harder than the teachers would spank at school. The tears flowed freely from my eyes. I didn’t even try to keep from crying. I wanted to cry at this point. I think the babysitters liked it. For some reason, crying for them made me even hornier. And finally the paddle quit spanking my bottom. Once again, a finger gently tickled my bum-hole and the soft fibers of the feather caressed the flesh between my legs. Then, a thousand little fibers from the feather tickled my privates. I humped the pillow harder and faster and threw my head back as I felt the orgasm building inside. And soon I burst into uncontrollable spasms when I burst. I felt it deep inside my tummy as well as my privates, as if I were falling. My head grew dizzy and I couldn’t remember which way was up. For that brief moment, I forgot even my name as I rode out the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I don’t know how long it lasted, but by the time I simply fell limp on the table, I ached all over. I had a knot in my tummy from the contractions, but I was in heaven. I could feel a big smile on my sleepy face as I felt the girls pick me up from the table. They gently laid me down on the floor with a pillow under my head. I was only half-conscious for a while, but I could tell Kristi was to be sacrificed next. The bratty girl who was in my class and could be quite snobbish was now tied up naked on a table in my livingroom and at the mercy of four naughty teenage girls. I opened my eyes when I realized it was time for her spanking. I wanted to watch her pale bottom turn red by those hard spanks with the paddle. She cried loudly and struggled in vain to break free. She sure didn’t look high and mighty now. It would have excellent blackmail material if not for the fact that she got to see me get the same treatment. And so I guess we would be keeping an uneasy truce with this a deep dark secret between us. Finally, Madison took her turn on the table. Oh, that horny Madison! She took us all by surprise, including herself, when they tickled and teased her little throbbing slit. The feather touching her little swollen bud was all it took. She burst into an orgasm and shot a stream of cum into the air, somewhat like a single squirt from a small watergun. She screamed as the orgasm shook her body. Her cries were of both extreme pleasure and a little pain as her tummy must have hurt after the explosion from within. Nevertheless, Pam kept her swollen cunny hot with her fingers, before rolling her over to offer that bare bottom up for sacrifice. “Think an eleven-year-old can do multiples?” she asked. “We’ll know in a moment,” replied Peg. And with that, they gave her the treatment. They teased her to keep her hot and then Pam gave her a good sound whipping with the paddle. Soon, the proud sixth-grader was crying tears of pain as her bottom almost glowed red hot in the candlelight. She must have been close again, for she humped that pillow hard and fast. She kept mumbling through her gag as the paddle struck her bare bottom. “I think she’s saying, “do it harder!” concluded Patti. “I think you’re right,” agreed Pam. And so she swatted that hapless red bare butt with a vengeance. And pretty soon, Madison burst into her second orgasm of the night with a blood-curdling scream. I could hear her struggling to catch her breath. Finally, the girls rolled her over. “Oh God!” cried Madison between breaths. “Oh God! Oh God! Somebody please fuck me!” she said. The four teenagers were shocked at both her language and proposition. “Madison!” cried Pam. “Don’t ever say that word around your mom or we’ll all be in trouble! Besides, we’re all girls!” “So? Oh God! I feel like I wanna get fucked.” By now, all four of the babysitters were desperately rubbing their panty-ed crotches. Finally, Pam reached out and pulled Maddie up. “I’m gonna regret this, I just know I am!” And so she took her by the hand and led her away into the darkness down the hallway. “Where’re they going?” I asked. Paula shrugged. “I guess they’re gonna fuck,” she said. But instantly, her hand shot up to cover her mouth. “I didn’t say that! You didn’t here it. I never use that word. Nice girls never us that word!” With that, everyone broke out into a giggle. And so, the party was petty much over for us little girls because we were spent. They passed around a few pieces of Halloween candy before brushing our teeth and putting the three of us into my mom’s bed to sleep. I don’t know where the baby-sitters slept. I think the crashed on the livingroom floor on blankets, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they did some things to each other. As for Pam and Madison, I’m not quite sure. But Paula later told me that sixteen-year-old Pam was up half the night fucking eleven-year-old Madison, though she never really told me how they did it. The End… of this story… so there! :-p |