Special Needs, Chapter 1

by Pulsar

This story was written on a whim. It was intended to be just a single, stand-alone story. However, due to length, I broke it down into two chapters. Enjoy.

Hi, my name is Audrey. I'll go ahead and get this out in the open. I'm a nerd! Yes, that's what the kids in school call me. Yes, I wear glasses. Yes, I make straight A's. No, I'm not cool and I hardly look like a girl on a magazine cover. I don't wear 'cool' clothes, mainly because my mom is hardly rich. Besides, our school has a strict dress code anyway, so I walk around in a white collared shirt, blue skirt, Mary-Janes and knee-high socks. The only thing half-way diva about me is that my skirts are somewhat short because my waist is so skinny that only small skirts will stay up. But I cross my legs in a lady-like manner whenever I'm sitting and am more concerned with homework than boys. But I guess that goes along with being a social misfit. I do take care in how I groom myself, but apart from that, I'm just not one of the crowd.

But enough of that. Anyway, it was only a week after I turned sixteen and got my driver's license that someone answered the ad I had posted in the local laundromat for babysitting. I was quite excited when Mom handed me the phone and a young mother told me she was desperate for a 'good' and 'caring' sitter for her daughter Abbey. She advised me that Abbey was a 'special needs' child. I asked if she was in a wheelchair or needed feeding, things like that. But she said no. She had a rather unique requirement, but wanted to discuss that with me in person if I wanted the job. Naturally, I told her I'd be happy to take it and would be glad to help out with any need Abbey had.

Come Friday night, I drove myself over to her address. I hadn't even bothered to change out of my school uniform for the day. I rarely did. And so I arrived at an apartment building that seemed well-maintained and rather safe. I slung my book bag over my shoulder and climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor, found their number on the door and knocked. Soon, the door opened and a woman in her late 20's answered. "Hi!" I said. "I'm Audrey!"

"Oh come in, dear!" said the mother as she coaxed me in. The living room of the flat was well-kept and clean with decent furniture. "I'm Ms. Denbow. And this is... Abbey? Abbey! Come out and meet Audrey your sitter!"

Then, I saw a small head peak around the corner into the living room, just enough to display two bashful eyes. "Hi there!" I said as I waved.

Suddenly, Abbey emerged from hiding with a shy grin on her face. She was in an old pink tee and purple cotton shorts. She had one long bushy pony tail bound with a large ribbon, pretty much like I did. Yet she stood rather still, not sure what to say.

"Well can't you say 'hi' to Audrey?" said Ms. Denbow.

"Hi!" she finally said with a shy smile and the sweetest voice as her eyes bulged, and then squinted.

"Hello Abbey! You're looking rather pretty. And don't worry. We'll have a good time."

Abbey nervously giggled, yet suddenly turned and skipped away. "Gee, Ms. Denbow. She must be rather shy," I concluded as I removed the backpack from my shoulder.

"Oh, she'll warm up to you rather quickly," assured Ms. Denbow. "She's just... well, she has a rare vision problem and she's at risk of going blind."

"Oh my God!" I gasped. "Oh that poor sweet little..."

"Just come into the kitchen for a moment," coaxed Ms. Denbow. "There's something you must know before I leave you two alone."

And so I nervously followed her into the kitchen. "Yes? What is it?"

"Eventually, Abbey will need eye surgery to save her sight. But the surgeon says she's too young for it now. It might take a couple of years."

"Aaawww," I said sadly.

"Well, for now, there's something we have to do to prevent her from going blind before the operation," continued Ms. Denbow. "And it's imperative that whoever watches Abbey can administer her therapy correctly."

"Oh, don't you worry Ms. Denbow. I'd do anything to help poor Abbey."

"Oh, I'm sure of that," continued Ms. Denbow. "When I heard your voice on the phone, I just knew you'd be the type I needed." At that point, Ms. Denbow cleared her throat. Then, she lowered her voice. "Now, in order to keep her eyes functional, our surgeon has said Abbey needs her tear ducts irrigated quite regularly."

"Sounds painful," I said fearfully.

"Well, it is," continued Ms.Denbow. "You see, Abbey MUST cry for five straight minutes, every three hours to keep the bad tissue in check. Otherwise, her eyes will dry out and the damage will be permanent!"

"Oh my God!" I said as I trembled.

"And so, the most humane way we do this is to spank her every three hours. Don't worry, she's quite used to it and it doesn't really bother her. She understands why I do it. You'll find her wooden paddle in her room hanging on her wall. Now I don't spank her very hard because that might cause bruising or blistering. Instead, I give medium swats that build up into a continuous sting on her bottom. It may take a minute or so before she cries, but once she starts, you've got to make sure she cries for five whole minutes. You might be tempted to soothe her or rub her sore bottom once she starts crying, but you can't do that until five minutes are up. It's very important! Now, can you help me... help her!?"

I felt a lump in my throat as I stood there trembling. "Well... uh... gee Ms. Denbow. I promised to do what's necessary," I said. "But had I known this before, I... I probably would have refused the job."

"Listen honey, I know how you feel," she said as she placed her hands on my shoulders. "But this... this therapy must be administered by a compassionate person... y'know, someone who is truly caring. After all, I don't want to risk her getting injured or abused by someone who might be somewhat sadistic."

"Oh, I understand, Ms. Denbow," I said. "And I promise, I won't harm her one bit! I could never do that!"

"I know, dear. And that's why I chose you." With that, she grabbed her purse. "Now, it's ten minutes to six. At six o'clock, she'll be due for her next paddling. And then another at nine o'clock, just before bed. So please, go through with it. She won't resist. She knows she has to have it. She'll be cooperative. I've already discussed that with her."

"Okay, Ms. Denbow. Don't worry about a thing. I just hope I don't hate myself more than she does in the morning."

"Oh, she's a sweet child," assured Ms. Denbow. "She won't hate you." And with that, she opened the door. "Bye, sweety!" she hollered. "I'm leaving! Now be good for your spanky-spanks, honey!"

"I will Mommy!" cried Abbey from her bedroom around the corner. And with that, Ms. Denbow closed the door behind her as she left. Now, I stood alone, trembling at the 'therapy' I must give to that cute little girl.

And so I took a deep breath and made my way to Abbey's room. I stood in the doorway and tapped on the open door. There she sat on the floor with a Barbie in hand, combing the doll's hair. "Well Abbey, I guess it's just you and me for the night," I said. "I uh... brought some cartoon DVD's if you'd like."

She looked up at me and grinned nervously, somewhat amused at my school uniform and thick glasses. "Okay," she said bashfully. I guess now I understood why she was nervous.

I took another deep breath, hoping that Abbey hadn't already made up her mind that I was evil. "Soooo, uh... I had a talk with your mom," I continued. "She told me that uh... well... uh... it's almost time for... y'know..."

"...to get my spanky-spanks!" she said, finishing my sentence for me.

"Uh... yeah... that," I said. "But you have a few more minutes. I mean... why don't you just come get me when you're ready. I mean, if you're a few minutes late, I won't tell your mom. But don't be too late!"

But Abbey only smiled bashfully and then hid her face for a moment. "Uh... okay," she said in agreement once she dared to make eye contact again.

And so I returned to the living to unload my backpack. I took out my chemistry book and then my binder, figuring if Abbey was going to be elusive this evening, I could at least get some homework done. However, only a few moments later, Abbey came into the room with a thin wooden paddle in hand. She seemed more timid than frightened as she approached me with apprehension. "Okay, Audrey, I'm ready," she declared quite calmly.

She may have been ready, but I wasn't. I still wasn't at ease with the idea of causing her pain. "Oh, I see. Well... uh... how uh... how do you usually do it? I mean, do you bend over? Lay across your bed? Lay across a chair? What?"

"Oh, my mom usually has me lay across her lap when she sits on the bed or couch," she replied.

"Well, whatever is most comfortable for you, honey," I said, feeling myself trembling. I reached out and empathetically stroked her auburn hair for a few moments. "So uh... where should I sit?"

"Oh, just in the middle of the couch," she said as she reached out to hand me the paddle.

It felt a little heavier than it looked, even though it was hardly thicker than a pencil. The wood was smooth and covered with a glossy finish. On one side was a large glittery heart-shaped sticker, as well as letter stickers spelling out her name. I giggled nervously when I read it. "Did you do this?" I asked.

"Uh-huh!" she confirmed.

"Cute," I said. "So uh... you ready to get this over with?" I said as I patted my bare thighs. For my skirt hardly covered my panties after I had scooted about on the sofa to adjust my position.

"Yeah, I'm ready," she assured. Then, she climbed up on the sofa on her knees to lie across my lap. Her sudden weight on my legs, as well as the glow of her body heat on my bare thighs awakened something in me. I trembled all the more, and instantly felt an uncontrollable tingling down in my crotch.

"Uh... you all comfy?" I asked, finding the situation awkward.

"Yeah," she mumbled.

"Well... uh... try to relax the best you can," I said as I placed the paddle across her bottom, protected only by her thin cotton shorts. I gently tapped a few times. "Okay dear, if you're ready, I'll start."

She nervously groaned and tensed up for a moment. I patted her bottom with the paddle, yet I hesitated to give that first swat. But suddenly, she said, "Wait!" I held the paddle in mid-air. "I... I... uh... forgot to do something," she said rather bashfully as she grinned nervously. Then, she reached back, slid her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and quickly yanked them down, panties and all, to bare her bottom. She forced herself up from my lap a few inches to slide them down to mid-thigh, before laying back down.

A sudden chill of excitement raced through me. I trembled as I wondered why I was enjoying this so much. I had thought about pulling her panties down, yet never would have dared. But for some reason, she took it upon herself to do so. I was nearly at a loss for words.

"Oh... uh... you want it on the bare?" I dared to ask.

"Uh-huh," she mumbled with a timid smile and blushed cheeks. "It'll hurt just a tad more and make me cry quicker."

"Well, if that's what you want, honey," I said nervously, yet actually quite glad she bared her bottom. Oh, what a beautiful sight! She had such a cute bottom, which made me feel all the worse about spanking it red to make her cry.

And yet she squirmed a little as she settled back into a spanking position. I swear I could feel those two bald lips pressing against my left bare thigh. I didn't know why at the time, but I grew all the more elated. But I looked down at that cute round little bare bottom before me, and could not control the excitement within. Butterflies filled my stomach and my clit began to throb like never before. And so I seized upon the wooden paddle with a trembling hand. Then, I gently placed it across her bare bottom. And just feeling the hard wood on her bare flesh caused her to clench her buttocks.

"C'mon, dear. Just relax the best you can," I said as I rubbed the paddle against her bare buttocks in a circular motion. She let out a sigh as she began to squirm about on my lap. I could feel her two little lips rubbing about my bare leg whilst she squirmed.

And so, I raised the paddle. I was about to bring it down when I chickened out, so to speak. Instead, I just gave her a light pat on her bottom. She slightly flinched and gasped, but then relaxed again. I took a deep breath and raised the paddle again. I flexed my wrist a few times, but just couldn't bring myself to swat her hard. Again, I patted her bottom.

"Oh geez," I groaned. "I... I really hate to do this," I said as I sat the paddle down to give both of her buttocks a gentle loving squeeze. I savored the sensation of her baby-soft flesh in my hands. I rubbed her bottom sympathetically for a few seconds. In reply, she clenched her buns and let out a soft moan.

But knowing she needed her 'therapy,' I took hold of the paddle again and placed it across her bare bottom. Again, she clenched her buttocks up tight with a gasp. I gave her a few more pats as I prepared myself. "Okay, sweetie, are you ready now?" I asked for the millionth time.

She squeezed her buttocks again and hugged the little pillow on the couch tightly. "Yeah, Audrey. Go ahead," she said calmly. "I'm ready for my hard spankie-spanks!" However, she did clench up her bottom upon saying this.

And so I rubbed her bottom with the paddle in circular motions once again, before raising it. I gave a soft pat, mainly out of fear. But then I spanked harder, the impact causing her cute little bare bottom to jiggle. She gasped, yet remained in place. I spanked again with a loud 'POP!' sound. She flinched and let out a moan, yet remained faithfully in place. I gave a few more spanks which seemed to land loudly on her bottom. But when I looked down at her face, she was quite relaxed. "Doesn't that hurt?" I asked.

"Mmmm, sort-a," she asked. "Stings a little."

"But it doesn't really hurt a lot?" I asked.

"Sorta feels good!" she confessed with another shy smile.

"So I guess I have to spank harder," I concluded.

"Yeah, do it harder," she agreed.

And with a heavy heart, I began to spank those baby-soft buttocks harder. The paddle made a loud smacking sound with each swat. After about five blows, a patch of pink began to appear on her pale buttocks. She would tighten her cheeks and then relax them in rhythm to the swats. I noticed her entire pelvis was rocking and thrusting against my lap. I felt guilty as I watched her cute little bare bottom turn a darker shade of pink, and then red as I paddled her. Her face was wrinkled up in pain, with her eyes tightly shut and her teeth clenched tight. "I'm sorry dear. I imagine this hurts," I said.

"It has to hurt," she said with a whimper.

"Well, c'mon honey. Give me a good cry and it'll be all over," I said.

"I... I'm trying," she said. "Spank harder!"

Great! As if I wasn't spanking her hard as it was. At least it seemed that way. I had expected her to be bawling her head off. However, with a flip of my wrist, I began to spank her poor bottom even harder. "Ooow!" she cried. Yet I knew I shouldn't stop. And so I kept spanking her, two swats per second. "Ooow! OOow! OOOOOWWW!" she cried as the sting grew more intense.

Finally after many swats, she began to fuss and whimper. And so I kept spanking her at a steady pace, until she began to cry in earnest. "Good girl!" I said. "I know this hurts a lot, but give me five minutes of tears and you're done!" I gave a few more loud and hard swats. She cried all the more and so I stopped the spanking. As her mother had warned, I was ever so desperate to rub her poor red bottom and soothe her. But instead, I simply rested the paddle across her crimson hot buns. I waited as she continued to cry, watching the clock. Yet only a minute later, her sobbing began to wane. "C'mon honey, we need four more minutes of tears," I said as I gave two hard swats on her bottom.

Naturally, she shrieked and cried harder again. And so I waited with the paddle resting on her bottom, resisting with all my might the urge to rub. I watched the clock, and every time her crying waned, I gave two swats on the reddest part of her buttocks to keep her tears flowing. Finally, after four minutes and forty-five seconds, I began to rub. "Can you give fifteen seconds of tears without any more spanks?" I said as I soothed her bottom with the paddle. She continued to cry spastically, yet it began to die down. But her eyes were red and puffy from crying. And at the five-minute mark, I sat the paddle down and began to rub her bottom with my hand.

"Oh, your poor red little tushy," I said forlorn and I rubbed and gently squeezed her buttocks. "There, does that help?"

"Y... y... yeah," she mumbled over her tears. "Feels good!"

And so I continued to rub her fire-engine-red buttocks that once where a pale white. "Sssshhhh," I said. "Just try to relax, honey." Her crying slowly waned as I massaged away the burning sting on her bottom.

I began to caress her warm red skin with my fingertips. Her whines gave way to soft moans as she squirmed about my lap. I don't know how much time passed by, but soon I found myself caressing the crack betwixt her cheeks. She gasped and moaned all the more, especially when my stray fingers wandered down between her legs. "Aaaaaah," she sighed as the tip of my finger just barely touched those soft bald lips down there. She tried in vain to spread her legs apart, yet her shorts were bunched up just above her knees and held her legs in place. And so I gently reached down and slid her shorts and panties down her calves. She lifted up her feet to allow me to remove them completely. Once liberated, her legs fell open, revealing those puffy lips. And so I dared to ever-so-gently touch them with the tip of my finger. She let out a gasp and an "oooooh!" She thrust down hard on my lap. This only encouraged me all the more. I continued to caress her crevice and lips. By now, her sobbing had turned to moans. When my finger found her puckered rectal opening, I tickled her in tiny circles. "Aaaaah! Ooooh!" she cried out as she humped my leg furiously. With my other hand, I caressed her little pink nether lips.

Only moments later, she began to squeal in staccato rhythms, her pitch going higher and higher, until she screamed. Her body shook violently as I felt the tell-tale warm wetness oozing on my leg. She made several strange sounds as she endured a spastic orgasm. I had expected this once I started rubbing her bottom. But I never expected it to be this intense. By the look on her face, the pulsations were a little painful, yet she humped my leg firmly as she endured.

Finally, she fell limp and struggled to catch her breath. Once her orgasm faded, I could see she was quite spent. And so I continued to lightly rub her bottom as she recovered from her mega-climax. After a few moments, I reached for the tissues. I wiped the remaining tears from her eyes with one. I rolled her on her side and gently wiped her swollen pink cunny free of cum before pulling her up into a sitting position on my lap. I held her tightly as she sat limp, leaning firmly against me. I stroked her hair and gently kissed her forehead. "Feeling better now, dear?" I asked softly into her ear.

"Oh yeah," she sighed. "Oh Audrey, that felt sooooo good." She took a few more breaths, never opening her eyes. And thus I cradled her on my lap, her bare warm bottom resting on my naked thigh. I rocked gently back and forth for a few moments as we sat in silence. But finally, I kissed her on her forehead. "You know I hate having to make you cry like that," I said, breaking the silence.

"Oh, Audrey, quit worrying. My mom does it every three hours, except at night when I'm sleeping. The doctor says I don't have to wake up for it," she said rather calmly, as if she had never been crying from a spanking. "Besides, it doesn't hurt at first."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It takes a while for the spanks to start hurting. Actually..." once again, she gave me that shy grin, "... it feels good at first. So it's not that bad."

"Hmmm, that's interesting," I said, realizing just how wet my own panties were under my tiny school skirt. "And I'm glad to know it isn't that bad for you."

And so we sat there for another brief spell of silence, cuddling on the couch, until this time, Abbey broke the silence. "Audrey... uh... actually, my mom doesn't usually do it on the bare bottom. But tonight well... I just wanted to see what it would be like. At first I thought you'd just pull my panties down, but when you didn't, I finally did."

"I see," I said nervously, yet quite glad I got to behold that darling little bare bottom of hers. "And how was it?"

Once again, she gave me that shy grin and hid her face into my breast for a moment. "Well... I liked it that way... I mean... it stings more and makes me cry quicker. And... well, it feels better at first too."

"Oh? That's nice," I said as I stroked her hair.

"Uh... you won't tell my mom I said that, will you?"

"Oh no!" I promised. "That can be our special secret!" I assured her with another kiss.

"And... you won't tell her about... y'know... what I did after the spanking?"

"You mean... your explosive orgasm?"

"What's an organ-zim?" she asked.

I giggled. "It's 'or-gaz-um.' And that's what you call it when... well, your privates feel so good you get that feel-good explosion and then you have to stop for a while."

"Ooooh! So THAT'S what that is," she said. "So you won't tell my mom?"

"Of course not, sweety. That'll be another one of our special secrets," I assured her. "So I take it that wasn't the first time you had one."

Poor Abbey blushed red and giggled. "No. Last year I learned if I rubbed my privates down there, it would happen. I felt naughty and tried to stop, but I can't. My mom doesn't know."

"Of course not," I said. "I haven't told my mom either. But I was a little older than you when I discovered them."

And so we sat on the couch and continued our girly-talk. She confessed that a few weeks after her 'therapy' had begun, she would get very wet and aroused, and would usually masturbate afterwards once her mom left the room. She had wanted to get spanked bare bottom, yet was too uneasy to ask that of her mom. However, we agreed that while I was sitting her, all of her spankings would be on the bare.

Eventually, she slid her panties and shorts back on, roughly about fifteen minutes after her spanking. By that time, her red bottom had faded back to a light pink color. I went into the kitchen to warm up some pizza pockets for our supper. We watched some TV together, yet she spent some time in her room alone too. By 8:30p, she said it was her bath time. I helped her draw the water to make sure it was the right temperature, but she was old enough to bathe herself.

After her bath, she emerged from the bathroom in her bathrobe and called me back to her room to help her with her hair. She sat in front of me on her bed as I combed it straight and then put it into two pigtails. When I looked at the clock, it was 9:07p.

"Oh, it's after nine, sweetie," I said.

"Yeah, I know," she replied. "It's time for my spankie-spanks!" And with that, she rose from the bed and fetched her paddle from the wall. She approached and handed it to me somewhat ceremoniously. Then, she reached for the sash on her robe. She quickly yanked the knot free and let her robe fall to the floor, revealing a naked body before me! "Okay, I'm ready," she declared with her familiar bashful smile.

I must have smiled ear-to-ear, though I tried not to. Her nude body smelled shower-fresh as she climbed up on the bed. "Why Abbey... where're your pajamas?"

"I wanna get a spanking bare naked," she said as she climbed into position over my lap.

Truth be told, I was a little uneasy having a naked girl over my lap, especially since I had only known her for three hours. But don't get me wrong. I was also very happy to see her adorable little body in the nude! The skin-to-skin contact made me tremble and my own crotch began to tingle and moisten.

And so she settled into position, without a worry in the world as to what was about to happen. From the start, she slowly humped my thighs as she hugged her pillow. And so I patted her bare bottom and gently squeezed her buttocks. I caressed the bare skin with my fingertips, causing her to sigh and moan. And soon I let a finger caress along her crack. "Oooooh!" she moaned as her legs fell open and spread. I caressed a few more strokes before tickling her little rectal opening. She humped my lap and moaned softly as I teased her little pink pucker. Then, I gently poked my finger in slightly to tickle her more. She flinched and gasped for a few moments.

But then, I gave her bottom a few love pats before seizing the paddle and resting it across both of her flexing bare buttocks. "Okay honey, are you ready?" I asked softly.

"Yeah Audrey. I'm ready for a hard spanking on my bare bottom!" she said as she clenched her buttocks.

"Well, I'm sorry dear that it has to hurt," I said.

"It'll feel good at first," she reminded me as she writhed from side to side. "Go ahead, gi'me a spankin!'"

And so, I took a deep uneasy breath. Then, with a flip of my wrist, I popped her bottom with the paddle. With a steady rhythm, I spanked her jiggling bottom, alternating between the left and right buttock. They quickly developed pink splotches against her pale skin. She made moaning noises, which sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure as I spanked her. The pink splotches progressed to red as the spanking went on. Nevertheless, she humped my leg hard and rhythmically clenched and relaxed her bottom in time with the swats.

And eventually, her moans evolved into whines as the stinging sensation intensified. Soon, her bottom grew quite sore and she began to whimper as she prepared to cry. After nearly two minutes passed, her soft cries grew into full-fledged sobbing. And so I took note of the time and stopped the spanking, once again resting the paddle across her poor red bottom. I let her cry it out, only giving swats when her crying waned.

And after five minutes, I once again massaged and caressed her warm red bottom. As her crying nearly faded, I began to caress her crack and tickle her rectum once again. Soon, her whimpering returned to loud moans. "Aaaaah! Oooooh!" she cried out as she humped my leg furiously. And so I tickled and teased her until she burst into her second explosive orgasm of the evening.

And once again I repeated the ritual of wiping her eyes and then her cum with the tissues. I held her in my arms again, slowly rocking from side to side. "You okay, dear?" I asked.

"Oh yes, Audrey!" she assured me. "That was great!"

"But... but you sure did cry," I said. "It must have hurt!"

"Well... yeah!" she said. "It hurts a lot. But it always makes my privates feel good," she confessed. "Remember, don't tell my mom."

"Of course not, dear! Not even the Gestapo could get it out me!" I assured her.

"The who?"

"Oh, never mind. You'll learn that later," I said. And so we sat there on her bed as she recovered from both her spanking and her orgasm. Just feeling her naked body in my embrace had me close to orgasm myself.

"Y'know, Audrey, I wish you could give me all my spankings," she said.

"Well, I'll do it when I can," I said.

And so, I put her to bed. I was in a hurry to tuck her in because I had some business to take care of. Once I kissed her goodnight and turned out the light, I went into the bathroom. I yanked off my skirt and panties and sat against the wall on the bathmat. I rubbed my swollen wet cunny vigorously. But it took less than a minute to bring myself off. I left quite a puddle of cum on the mat which I cleaned with toilet tissue the best I could. It took several minutes to recover before I dressed again. But I flushed the toilet, just to make my trip to the restroom to sound innocent, before I returned to the living room. I collapsed on the couch in a euphoric stupor, thinking about all that had passed.

Eventually, Ms. Denbow came home and I had to put on my innocent face.

I told her Abbey was very sweet and cooperative with her therapy, and availed myself for her anytime she needed a sitter. When she paid me, I tried to decline the money. For all the pleasure I got, it just didn't seem right to accept payment. I felt like a whore.

Nevertheless, she insisted she pay, lest she feel guilty of exploiting me. She said that her night classes would keep her busy and she would be calling on me again.