I, Babysatter - Part 1


by Sawyer

This is a whole new series, with all new characters...even an all new style. Hope you enjoy it (and stick with it until the bitter, sore end!)

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During the summer of my 14th year I became a good friend with a cute blond boy across the street by the name of Gavin. Gavin, like me, was an only child. That's about where the similarities ended, however.

His parents spoiled him. I only had one parent, who was a very strict father. He was the most popular kid in his school. I, on the other hand, didn't have that many friends – most of the people I knew were friends I made over the Internet. And even though he was still four years younger than I was, he looked older than just 10. I, on the other hand, looked younger than 14.

Nevertheless, we became good friends. The combination of us physically being similar (I still looked older, but certainly not almost five years older) and us being the only two boys living in the entire neighborhood (there were some toddlers and some kids who were getting ready to go to college – but we were it in between!). I know it sounds corny as hell, but there seemed to be a natural meeting of souls. Maybe it was I being immature and unpopular for my age and grade, and him being more mature and very popular for his age grade, but we were soon very fast friends.

As summer approached, a wrinkle developed in our relationship.

This was going to be the first time that Dad was actually going to let me be responsible and stay home without someone watching me. This was a tremendous step in our relationship, and something I hoped would translate into him trusting me more and more, and treating me less like a little boy. At the same time, Gavin's mother got a job as a nurse. At first they were going to make him stay in an after school program, but then someone (I don't remember who) suggested that I should "watch" him.

I mean, I was still older than he was, by almost a half a decade was. I was going to be a freshman in high school, and he was still in elementary school. Despite the two of us looking closer in age, we weren't, and to my shock everyone seemed to understand that, agreed that this was a great idea!

We Gavin and I first talked to each other about it, I teasingly told him that he needed to watch himself, or else I'd have to SPANK him. I laughed after saying that, to let him know I was teasing, but was surprised to see his eyes bug out.

"You better not!" he snapped.

"What's the big deal?" I said, russling his hair. "I was just teasing! Like I would ever have to _f_u_c_k_ing spank you, Gav?!"

"Well, don't even tease about that," he said. "Mom and Dad don't believe in it, and they wouldn't find it funny either."

"You mean your parents have never spanked you?" I was stunned.

"Nope, not even once. They think it's barbaric," he said.

"Well, I guess it is, but that's the point, dude," I said, still in shocked.

"Did your Daddy ever spank you?" he asked.

"Yeah," I sighed. "He still does."

"No way!" Gavin was now the one stunned. "But you're a teenage!"

"Doesn't matter. Dad said that as long as I look and act like a little boy, then he'll treat me like one." Gavin and I were close enough for me to admit this to him.

"Wow!"

"So, no one has ever spanked your butt?" I said, prying some more.

"Uncle Lou once threatened to, and Mom has never spoken to him since," he said, obviously still thinking about me getting spanked. "So, Matt, why did you tell me that?"

"Tell you what?" I asked.

"About your Dad spanking you? You didn't have to tell me that."

"I know....I just figured that eventually you would find out, since you will be over at my house most of the summer," I sighed again. "He always seems to find a new reason to spank me, and sooner or later, you'll be around when it happens."

"You mean he'll let me WATCH!?" Gavin seemed a little too excited about this.

"I hope not," I said with a shrug. "Never had a friend that's going to be staying with us almost 24-7 like you are this summer, so I kind of hope he'll be cool."

"But you think he might not be, right?"

"Yeah, I kind of have that feeling."

The first week of the babysitting went well enough. It really wasn't like your typical babysitting or anything. We were just two kids hanging out together. We could go to the pool, or play at my house (his house was strangely off-limits), or play in our yards. Sometimes I'd get permission, and we'd rent some movies, and order a pizza. Anyway, that first week went by fine, even if it was a tad boring.

Then things picked up.

The second week actually followed through on my promise to Gavin that (at some point) he would be around during me getting punished by Dad. It had been about a month sense I went over his knee, and I could tell he was getting anxious about it, so it didn't take much for him to find an excuse to bust me. I believe I didn't clean up one day that Gav and I ordered a pizza.

I pleaded and groveled and begged, but his hand was itching to make some noise with it's old buddy, my naked ass, and something as simple as dirty dishes was all he needed to have the hand and the ass sing their old, familiar duet. However, to Gavin's disappointment, Father took me to my room where he gave me a blistering ten-minute session alone. Gav did get to come up, and help calm me down as I sobbed into my pillows after another painful 10 minutes standing in the corner.

Gavin had seen me naked a few times at the shower at the pool, as I have him. This was the first time, however, where one of us was naked and the other one wasn't. It was also the first time nudity was the center of attention. I really hated this, but was grateful that my young friend had not been allowed to see me at my worst.

That, too, would change....and how!


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