I, Babysitter - Part 56


by Sawyer (Click for Author's Home Page)

Gavin came in from my kitchen with his glass of lemonade and smiling the smile of the victorious. "Sorry I forgot to bring you a glass too, Matt," he said, coyly.

"That's ok, sport," I said, glaring at him. "I'm not that thirsty."

"Maybe, if you are a good little boy, you can use my ice-cube on your butt when we are finished."

"Now there's an idea," I said back. It was all I could do to keep it together; keep poking the snake with a stick, I thought to myself. You'll get bit sooner or later.

Vincent was right behind him, and laughed nervously. He checked out my naked body and was smiling (of course he was! This would be the forth or fifth time in two days that he got to spank me!).

"Did you notice how low Matt's balls are hanging, Gav?" he asked, pointing at my crotch.

"Our little one is becoming a man," Gavin sighed.

"They grow up so fast, don't they?"

"They sure do. In fact, his daddy took him to get new clothes just last Wednesday because he is growing so big and strrr..."

"CUT THE CRAP!" I snapped at them.

"Excuse me?"

"This is not some High Tea social. It's a spanking, so let's get on with it," I growled, going over and pushing Gavin down on the sofa.

"OOf! My, you do seem anxious," Gavin said, as I covered his lap.

"It's cold, you little jerk," I said, taking one of the pillows and clutching it tight around my upper chest.

"Especially when you're naked, huh?" Vincent said.

"Yeah, and I still have a cold, so if you don't..."

SPANK!

"OOOOOH!" I didn't have to convince him very hard!

SPANK! SPANK!

"Fine, if this is what you want...this is what you'll get!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

Vincent sat on the floor by Gavin's feet and watched the whole thing.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

Oh, NO! I thought - this was not going to be a repeat of The Game!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!

I winced in pain, but I managed to point at Vince.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"No...OOOOH!...jerking....OOOUCH! ....off...OOOOHHHH...YOU!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"What? ME?" Vincent said innocently, tugging at the front of his pants.

SPANK! SPANK!

"HEY!" Gavin snapped.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"YOU are not allowed to tell Vince anything, GOT THAT!" he yelled.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"OOOOH! NOOOO!! NO! NO! NO!!"

SPANK! SPANK!!

Gavin was coming down with rapid speed.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Such a bad little boy!"

SPANK! SPANK!

I couldn't believe that I was going to let...

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"OOOOH! OOOH! NOOOO! PLEEEEASE!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

...him do this to me every day this week!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

I was bucking and shifting...

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

And soon, Gavin was having a hard time keeping me still.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!

"Get the top of the legs, Gavin!" Vince suggested.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"Thanks, dude!!!"

SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!!

Gavin spread my cheeks open, and began to slap the inside of my cheeks HARD!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!!

OOOH! MAN! I hated to be slapped there!!!!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"AAAAH! CRAP! OOOH! NOOOOOO!!!"

SPANK! SPANK!!

"And with such a dirty, little potty mouth."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Vincent was laughing up a storm watching this...

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!

I'm sure he was dying to bring his trick out of his pants...

SPANK! SPANK!!

"OOOOOH!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

And start working it, like it was The Game!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"NOOOOO!! NOOO! NO MORE!!!OOOH!!"

SPANK! SPANK!

"We'll learn you, right Vince?"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"Yeah!" Gavin's comrade said, holding tight.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

The two of them...an unholy, and painful alliance!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!

"OOOH! GOD! NO! NO! NO!! PLEASE!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"Give him credit," Vince said.

SPANK! SPANK!!

"He doesn't really fight it."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Because he's a little pussy!" Gavin laughed.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"Ain't that right, PUSSY BOY!"

SPANK! SPANK!

"VINCE! PLEEEEEASE! MAKE HIM - OOOOH - STOP!!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"Not a chance, dude!" Vince said back.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"Whatever you did, I'm sure you deserve this!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!! SPANK!!!

"NOOOOOO! OOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!"

SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!

"And don't forget, Vince is going to spank you too, dude!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"OOOOHHH!!! NOOOOO!!"

SPANK! SPANK!

"There, there, Matty," Gavin said.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"You gonna be a good boy from now on, Matt?"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!

"You know I don't like doing this to you, but you need to learn."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"OOOOOH!!!! OOOOOH!! NOO! PLEASE."

SPANK! SPANK!!

I was blubbering like a baby now.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"That's it, cry for me." He just loved to say that.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

I couldn't even understand myself, it was so bad.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"Cry like a baby, Matt! You'll feel better."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!

"OOOOOOOAAHHHWHHHAAAOOOOH!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"I'm almost done, Matt, dontcha worry your little butt over it."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"And then it will be Vincent's turn!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"HELL YEAH!" Vincent said.

SPANK! SPANK!!

"Very well done, Gavin!" Vincent praised him.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"I couldn't have done better myself!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"We'll see about that soon enough!" Gav said.

SPANK! SPANK!!

Gavin finished blistering my hide and made me go stand in the corner for thirty minutes.

"We need to work on some homework," he said. "You just stand there and show your Uncle Vincent what a brave, big boy you are," he said, to Vincent's delight.

Both boys brought their work into the living room so that they could keep an eye on me. I couldn't tell, but I was certain that Vincent did nothing but stare at my reddened rear end - and here I had hoped he had changed. It was such a horrible, hopeless feeling, standing there so vulnerable to the freakish whims of a couple of nasty little preteen boys.

When it got close to Vincent's turn, Gavin asked, "Do you want to use something?"

"What do you mean?"

"A hair brush, a belt, a shoe....something?" Gavin clarified. "Last night I used a paint stirrer. It makes an AWESOME paddle!"

"Really?" Vince said. "Maybe I'll try that!."

"It may not be for everyone," Gavin said, "But we found it worked wonders last night, right, buddy?" he said in my direction.

"Yeah," I coughed out.

"There's also a big wooden cooking spoon! Oh, yeah! That really does a number!"

"Cool! The cooking spoon sounds fun!" Vince said. "I've never been spanked with one of those before!"

"Oh, Matty is an old pro at it!" Gavin said. "You know the Blyton's little kid?"

"Eddie?"

"No, not the Banger's little boy."

"Ricky?"

"No, not the Scarma's kid...you know, little Eric."

"Oh yeah, him."

"Yeah, well he LOVED spanking Matty on the butt with the spoon. It was SO funny!"

"A five year old spanked Matt?"

"I told you he was a pushover!"

"Oh, I wish I'd seen that!"

"Maybe you will," he said. "We promised Eric that he could spank him again sometime. Remember that, Matt?"

"Yeah," I said softly. Actually, I had forgotten that until that moment.

Gavin quickly went into the kitchen and returned with a spoon for Vincent, who took me over the sofa, and made me lay on my back, looking up to the ceiling, while grabbing my legs.

"Oooh., please, Vincent, no!" I begged. "Not...not like this?!"

"What are you doing?"

"This was always one of my least favorite positions!" Vincent said, as he brought the spoon down hard across my naked cheeks.

SMACK!!!

"OOOOOOH!!!"

SMACK! SMACK!!

"It's just so wonderful, and humiliating!"

SMACK! SMACK!

"Ooooooooh! NOOOOO!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!

"You really get a great view of everything as you work at it."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!

"Plus, if you are really lucky...."

SMACK!!

"YEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW"

SMACK!!!

"You just might graze a nut or two!!"

SMACK! SMACK!!

"OOOOH! OOOOOH! OOOOOH!" I gasped for air.

SMACK! SMACK!!

"Ain't that right, Big Balls?"

SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!

"OOOH!!!! PLEEEEEEASE!! N-N-NOOOOO MORE!!!"

SPANK! SMACK!!

"I'll remember that one," Gavin crowed.

SMACK! SWACK!! SMACK!!

"It's the bomb!"

SMACK!!

Vincent finished paddling me with the spoon, and turned me over his lap, to finish me off with his expert hand.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"NOOO! NOO!! I've had EEEEEEEEE - NUFFFFFFF!!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"He is so funny when he cries!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"I swear he's worse than me when I get spanked!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!

"OOOOOOOHHHH! OOOOH! OOOOH!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"I could do this all day, dude!" Vincent said (I guess forgetting that yesterday he HAD done this all day!!!)

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"Well, we are going to be doing this every day this week," Gavin said.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!

"OOOH! NOOO! OOOOH! AAAHHH! HOOOOOOO!!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"You should join us!"

SPANK! SPANK!!

"I think I just will!" Vincent said.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"In fact," Vin continued.

SPANK! SPANK!

"OOOOH! OOOH! HHOOOOOOOO!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"I may have some friends who might want to also come by!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"The more the merrier, right Matt?"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!

"OOOOOOOHHHHH!! OOHHH! OOOOH!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

I was now limp over Vincent's lap, but he wasn't paying attention to that.

SPANK! SPANK!!

He was just in seventh heaven over the repetitive smacks.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Once again, two days in a row, I felt totally submissive and beaten. I was allowed to go to my room and cry and cry and curse the day that I took Gavin to Atlantic City last summer. And to make matters worse, his friend was going to introduce him to the world of The Game, I just knew it! Oh, Christ! I couldn't think straight. And what made matters worse was that, unless I did something quick, this would all be continued tomorrow!

And with more and more kids present!

_d_a_m_n_!

I didn't even hear it when Vince and Gavin left or my Dad come home. Even though I was no longer crying, that sound of my own, hoarse, hurt voice screaming was still ringing in my own ears.

I didn't say much to Dad at dinner; he knew that I must have been spanked, and he had gotten past asking what it was about. I actually wanted to come out and tell him, maybe hopeful that he'd see the error of his ways and call an end of it. But Dad is not an impulsive man – there is little that he does without thinking it through.

Was this the way of my life from here on out? I wondered. Constantly the loser, doomed to lead a loser's existence? All I could think about was what had happened in the last couple of days, and what awaited my naked butt in the days ahead.

Sigh...

Then....something strange happened...something VERY strange happened...

That night - before I could wallow too long in the despair -I got a mysterious phone call from the last person I would ever imagine would end up being my salvation, and I knew...oh yes I knew...that things would change!


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