Oy!
I can't believe "Part 21" is actually done! What was going to be a very short story has turned (in just a couple of days) into a monster! It's huge! HUGE I tell you! Of course, this whole "I, Babysatter" saga was only going to be a few stories here and there, and now it's an international sensation bigger than an Oprah Winfry book club selection!
(HA! - or NOT!)
Without further ego masterbation, here's yet another dip into my twisted imagination...
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Gavin's parents ended up taking us to a local waterpark for his birthday. Not the greatest place to spend the afternoon with a half-dozen, wet and hyper preteen boys (unless you are Michael Jackson), but it was a nice day so I couldn't really complain too much. I was just glad that I could spend the day with my friend.
Luckily I didn't feel too much out of place with Gav's other, younger pals. A number of times that week he had asked me if I wanted to invite Lee, so that I could hang with someone my own age. I really thought that was sweet, and showed a sensitivity beyond his years. I thanked him, and said that his birthday should be spent with his friends, not mine.
Of course I had my own reasons, but Gav didn't need to know that - I did not want to get into how much Lee had pissed me off earlier in the week.
So, my day was spent floating in the wave pool - after one attempt I learned that the water slide really hurt my still aching butt (not a surprise, considering the seven spankings I had been given by Gav the week leading up to this day!).
"Why don't ya wanna go down the slides?" little Vincent asked, sometime around noon. "It's a lot of fun."
"That's ok, dude," I said, as he put his hands on my shoulder for support – being small for his age, he had to doggie paddle in the five foot end of the pool, while I stood on my toes. "I'm just enjoying splashing around here."
"Ahhh, you don't know what your are missing," he said, as he got ready to push off and swim away. "You should join us." Vince was a cute little kid, in an Osmond sort of way. "See ya!"
The most important part of the day was that Gavin had a blast. His parents got him a digital camera, and he was quickly busy taking pictures of everything like a little, insane madman. I think they regretted letting him taking it to the park; they were constantly scolding him about not getting the camera wet.
"Man, they can be so lame sometimes," he said to me.
"Do you have any idea how expensive those things are?" I asked. "I'd be freaking too."
"I got an idea," he said, adding a devilish wink. "It's pretty sweet, huh?!"
"Yeah. I can't wait to see how the images come out."
"Me either."
"Think I can borrow it sometime?" I asked.
"To do what?" he laughed. "Take nudie pictures of yourself and post them on the Internet?"
I laughed too. "Maybe."
"In that case I want to be there!" he said, tucking the camera in a towel.
"It's a date!"
"You fag," he laughed, teasing - it was amazing how he could dish it out sometimes, but usually couldn't take it. About that time l noticed he still had a bit of a limp.
"How's the foot?"
"Ok, I guess," he said, showing me the small cut from the glass he stepped in the day before. "The ankle from the pool is actually still a little sore, though."
"Well, not as sore as MY you-know-what," I whispered.
He looked up at me and smiled. "You got that right!" he laughed, before turning and running into the wave pool. I stood there for a moment, laughing to myself, then walked over to thank Gavin's mother for inviting me along.
"No, we should be thanking you for coming," she insisted. "My baby really looks up to you."
"Well," I said. "He's a great kid. We have a lot of fun."
"I've been telling all of the other parents how good you are with Gav," she said. "During the school year you might be needing some extra money, you know, so don't be surprised if some of them call on you."
"As long as I don't have to change any diapers," I said, as we both laughed.
It was true that when school started in a few weeks I would no longer be in charge of watching Gav as much. Just a couple of hours right after school, so a few extra weekend babysitting gigs could come in handy.
"Are you going to be driving soon?" she asked.
"I'll be getting my learners in a few months," I said. "My fifteenth birthday is in September."
"Oh, a Virgo baby!" she said, adding a big goofy grin. "How lovely."
"Yeah," I said, trying not to give away with any looks of what a loon I thought she was. Why hadn't I noticed that before? She and Gavin's father were practically wacky compared to other parents.
It was still early in the day when we got home – not even three in the afternoon. All of the other kids were dropped off at their houses. When we got back to our court, I told Gavin I had his birthday present up in my room.
"I was wondering where it was," he laughed. "Is it the porno magazine?"
"No, it isn't the porno magazine."
"Am I still too young? I'm eleven now, you know."
"Let's not go there again, dude," I laughed, rubbing my butt to punctuate the point.
He laughed. "It better not be any friggin Pokemon cards," he then sighed – all of his friends got him was Pokemon cards. "Pokemon is just so gay. So very gay."
"No," I laughed. "It's not Pokemon cards, but I almost got you some."
"No you didn't!"
"Just as a joke, of course."
"Of course," he laughed.
"There might be one problem, though," I said, as we walked up to the front of my house.
"Problem with what?"
"With the present."
"What?"
"I'll tell you when I give it to you."
We went into the house and directly upstairs. I could tell he was anxious as hell for me to give him the gift. I tried to drag it out as long as I could before I gave it to him (some people have said that I do that sometimes - drag things out - but I don't see it myself. What do you think? Do you think I drag things out too??)
"OH MY GOD!" the little man screamed with the excitement of a freshly deflowered Backstreet Boy groupie as he saw the package for Final Fantasy VIII. "IS THIS....?....IS THIS....?....OH MY GOD...!!!!"
He tossed the game aside and tackled me on my bed with the biggest hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! YOU RULE! YOU ARE THE BEST!!!"
I broke out laughing, as some tears came to my eyes. I (naturally) hugged him back, tickled him a under the arms until he started snorting, and then told him not to be too quick with the praise, as I explained that I wasn't 100 percent sure that it would work on his machine.
"Why?" he asked, looking at the box. "If they sold it to you, they would know, right?"
"Well, Lee told me that they might have ripped me off," I said, in an out and out lie. "That the guy at the counter might have sold it to me and pocketed the cash, knowing I wouldn't come back and complain because it was... ahhhhhh... knowing that he wasn't... ahhh... suppose to sell it to me in the first place, or some _s_h_i_t_ like that."
"Ahhh," Gavin said, throwing in a dismissive wave of the hand. "Lee worries too much."
"That's what I say," I chuckled, as I began to change out of my wet swim suit.
"If you weren't going to spend the night at his place tonight to watch your dirty tapes, I'd have you come on over and see if the game works."
"At your place?" I asked, shocked. I stood there naked, just looking at him with an idiotic look on my face. Was this a moment frozen in time, or what? Where was a digital camera when you needed one?
"Sure."
"Really?!" This seemed like the chance of a lifetime - being invited to Gavin's house. Nevertheless, I was still smarting from Lee's "offer" the other day, so I was naturally a little more hesitant in my response. I slowly pulled up my underpants. "You...ahhhhh... positive about this, because I don't have to go to Lee's place."
"You mean you would blow him off to come over and test the game?"
"It depends if you are serious."
"I thought you couldn't wait to get away from me, or something like that."
"Ah, come on," I said. "Who do you think I would rather spend time with?"
"Really? You'd ditch Lee?"
"On my best friend's birthday? In a heartbeat," I said.
Of course, Gavin didn't know that I was never really invited to go to Lee's in the first place. It was something I had made up earlier in the week to get him a little jealous. To be honest, I had forgotten all about telling him that, and I was now (secretly) hoping that this lie wasn't going to come back and haunt me.
"You can sleep over here, if you want," I continued, as I buttoned my pants, and tossed on a dry shirt. "After we check the game out."
"I don't know," he said, looking at the box. "I'll check with the 'rents."
"Ok." I still found it odd that, even though we had spent so much time that summer together, the only time we actually spent the night together was away in Atlantic City.
"Come on," he said. "Let's go check this puppy out!" He waved the game at me, and he scurried out of the room.
"Let me get some shoes on," I said.
"I said come on!" he demanded. "We're just going across the street!"
I threw my shoes down and followed barefoot - _d_a_m_n_, eleven year olds can be cute when they are bossy!.
On the way down the stairs, he was in front of me, going too slow, and I slapped his firm little butt.
"Hey!" he giggled. "Not fair!"
"Sure it is!" I said, as we walked out the front door. "It's called a birthday spanking!"
"Nah, it's the other way around," he insisted. "A birthday spanking means that I get to spank YOU on MY birthday!"
"No," I said, able to keep a joke. "You are the one who gets spanked on your birthday, not me. I've had MORE than enough of that this week, thank you very much."
"But I don't get spanked, remember?"
"Not even for your birthday?" I was very disappointed.
"Nope, no one ever has."
"I could be your first then," I chuckled.
"You aren't allowed to spank me anyway," he pointed out.
"Not even for a game?" I didn't want to sound too desperate, but suddenly I found myself interested - this conversation had progressed a lot faster than I had imagined it would.
"Your Dad would be pissed, even if it was just a game, right?"
"You have a point," I sighed. "That would undermine your authority, or some crap like that."
"You sound like Lee again!"
"Yeah," I laughed.
Gavin giggled. "Did he use to spank you on your birthday?"
"Who, Lee?"
"No, your Daddy."
"He did when I was little," I said. "Back before he started taking it all too seriously."
"Back in the day?"
"Back in the day."
"And you didn't mind?"
"Did I mind? Naaah," I laughed. "It was all in fun, and I knew it."
When we got to the front door of his house he stopped cold.
"Even as a little kid you knew it?"
"Sure."
"And it didn't hurt?"
"I didn't say that," I said, smiling, as I looked at the front door. I couldn't believe I was actually going to go into my friend's house, after all of this time!
Gavin was being very dramatic all of a sudden - for a moment I thought he had either changed his mind about us going in, or I was going to get a lecture about not being SHOCKED by anything I might see behind that front door. Instead, he said, in a hushed tone, "Ok, here's a deal with you." He had a gorgeous, _s_h_i_t_-eating grin on his face.
"What is it, dude?" I asked.
"We go check the game out. If it doesn't work, I get to spank you for my birthday."
Oooh....that actually sounded more fair than he knew.....!
"But if the game does work, I get a birthday spanking."
"You get a birthday spanking?" I was totally, totally stunned! "On your butt?"
"Sure. Like the kind your Dad would give you," he said. "It's about time, wouldn't you think?"
"But what about Dad," I reminded him. "He'll be ticked off if I spanked you, even if we were playing?"
"Well, in that case," he said. "We'll have to ask him to give me the spanking."
"No way!"
He smiled as he opened the door. "For my birthday, of course."
"Of course," I whispered back.
"Deal?"
"Deal," I said, quickly sticking my hand out to shake on it.
This was unbelievably!
We went into the house and he told me to go have a seat in the living room – he was going to change out of his swimming trunks.
"Can't I come up and see your room?" I asked.
"No, it's a mess right now," he said, scampering up the steps. "Don't worry, I can change faster than anyone!"
His father, sitting in the den, began laughing. He then turned his head and waved at me, and instantly stopped his chuckling. I waved back, and I went and took a seat in the very nondescript living room. The whole place seemed a hair out of sync. Almost like they were all in on some David Lynchian joke that I didn't get.
"Did you boys have a good time?" Gavin's mother said, coming in from their kitchen.
"Yeah, it was really nice. Thank you."
"Oh, it was our pleasure. Gavin is such a special child, we just like to make sure that everything is perfect."
I nodded my head, thinking what a bizarre contrast they were to my father. Maybe if Mom were still around things would have been....
"SEE! I told you I was fast!" Right about then Gav sprang into the room, ready to test out the game.
"Yeah, that was fast," I agreed.
"Oh, my little baby is growing up," Gavin's mother teased. "He can dress himself now."
"Mom!" Gav whined. "Please!"
"In case you haven't noticed," she said to me, switching to a loud, faux-whisper, "He hates to be teased!"
I laughed. "Oh, believe me I noticed!"
"Ok you two," he said, putting the game into his Playstation. He then turned his head and waited until she had left the room. Then he turned back to me, and pointed the most serious look an eleven year old can point.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Just so we both understand, if this game is NOT the real deal, not one of those lame-o things I could have down-loaded off the net then...."
"Then you get to spank me, " I said, adding under my breath, " For the eighth time this week."
"I just want to make sure you understand."
"I understand...I understand."
"And if it is the real game, your Dad gives me a birthday spanking," he said.
"The same kind he use to give me, right?" I said.
"Right."
"Ok."
"Fine...l"
And then....
with much trepidation....
the machine was turned on...
and within a matter of a few minutes...
we both learned that the game was (in fact)...
an actual, real-deal, copy of FINAL FANTASY VIII!
"YES!" he shouted, upon learning that it was the real game. "THIS IS SO AWESOME!" he said, as he began to explore everything he can do on it, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he had just lost our little bet!
"You realized you lost, right?" I said, after fifteen minutes.
"Nah," Gavin said, leaning over to give me a second hug for the day. "I didn't lose at all. I have the best friend in the whole, wide world!"
We played the game for about three hours, only stopping when Dad called over to see if I was coming home for dinner. Gav and I just looked at each other and didn't say anything. My heart was racing so fast.
Was he really going to go through with this?
"Mom, can I eat over at Matt's tonight?" Gavin asked, trying to hold back from cracking up.
"Sure," she said. "We were just going to order a pizza."
"You wanna see if you can spend the night?" I whispered, as he shook his head.
"Not tonight," he said to me.
"Ok, then see how long you can stay."
"Can I stay over there until ten or eleven?" he asked his mother.
"Better make it ten," his Dad interjected, looking up from the Toni Morrison book he was reading. "It's my turn to get you ready for bed."
"Dad, please....not on my birthday," Gavin whined.
He and his father just looked at each other for a moment or two, as his mother stopped what she was doing in the kitchen. His Dad sighed and then said it was all right if he came in at eleven.
"Thanks, Daddy!" Gavin said, hugging him too.
"We'll consider this a test of how grown up you are, ok?" he said.
Gavin turned the game off, as I got up. My legs were sore from sitting in the same position for hours. I stood still for a moment until they got some feeling. "Come on," Gav said, walking to the door. "Let's go!" Man he was excited about this!
I said good night to his parents, and took a step....
"OUCH!" I yelled out, grabbing my foot. I had stepped on a safety pin in their rug. His mother apologized and asked if I was all right. I assured her I was, and limped on out of there.
"Told you I needed my shoes," I mumbled to Gav as we walked across the street.
"Now we look like the limping twins!" he chirped. Man, he REALLY was looking forward to this. I guess he was going to show me that it was no big deal getting spanked, or some twisted logic like that.
"Well, if that had been you stepping on a needle I would have been spanked for leaving a dangerous pin laying about," I teased.
"So, go spank my Mom," he laughed, punching me in the arm as we walked up the front steps. "Well....here we go....!" he then announced.
"Yup, here we go." We walked on in and went right to the kitchen. "Hey, Dad, you don't mind if Gavin has dinner with us?" I asked.
"Not at all," he said, before saying, "Happy birthday, Gavin!"
"Thank you sir."
"You boys have fun?"
"Yeah we did," he said, sitting on the bar stool near my father. "Mom took us to Water Works Water Park."
"Oh, that sounds like fun," Dad said with a forced grin. "Did you have a good time, Matty?"
"Yes, Sir," I answered. "It was a blast."
"Excellent," he said. "Did you behave?"
"Yes, Dad," I said. Gavin turned and looked at me. He was almost giddy!
"So, no birthday spanking as your present to your friend then, huh?" Dad laughed. Gavin and I about wet our pants, we were so stunned he said that!
"Actually, Dad," I said, with a chuckle. "Funny you should say that."
"Say what?"
"I was talking to Gav earlier, and well, he was saying that he kind of wants to see, well...." I shook my head and pointed at my friend. "You tell him, Mr. Eleven Year Old."
Gavin laughed, and turned to Dad. "Would you mind, I mean if it's not too much trouble, would you, I mean could you, um, I was wondering if, since I, like have never... ummmmm... never had one before, if, well, uhhhhhh...."
"Spit it out, son," Dad said.
"Would you please give me a birthday spanking?"
Dad stopped putting the food on the table and turned and looked at him. Then at me. Then at him again.
"Excuse me?"
"He said he wants a birthday spanking, Dad," I said. "Like the kind you use to give me!"
"I heard that, boy," he snapped. "Why do you want a birthday spanking, Gavin?"'
"Well," he said, looking a little sheepish. "I just think, well, it's something I should, uh, know about or something, I guess."
"Something you should know about or guess?" Dad asked back. "Sort of like the reasoning behind you getting tanned back in Atlantic City?"
"Sort of, I don't know."
"You just curious what a birthday spanking is all about?"
"Yeah," he said quickly.
"You think it's going to be that much different than another spanking?"
"Well, it is different, isn't it?'
"I suppose, I mean sure," Dad stammered a bit. "I mean, it's not done out of punishment."
"Right!"
"Do you think it will be fun?"
"Ahh, no, I don't think so."
"You are just curious?"
"Yeah."
"Uh-huh," Dad said, looking back at me with a look that he knew that somehow I was behind this. "Well, let me think about it over dinner then, ok?"
We agreed, and sat down to have dinner. The three of us talked and laughed and told bad jokes, but all the while I just knew that all three of us were thinking the same thing - Gavin was going to get a spanking at the end of dinner!
Naturally I was hoping Dad would decide to go ahead and do it. Of course it would be fun (for me) to watch, but I also knew that it might help Dad relieve all of the access stress he had been under since he had decided not to spank me earlier in the summer, and put him in a better mood.
We shall soon see...
When dinner was over, Dad smiled and said that I should do the dishes while he and Gavin went into the living room.
"Does this mean?" Gavin asked.
"Yup," he said, laughing. "You are going to get a typical Grey Family Birthday Spanking!"
"All right!" Gavin cheered.
"Hey, can't I do the dishes after you are done?" I complained.
"No," he said," You need to do them now, and clean up the rest of the kitchen."
"But Dad!" I whined. "I want to watch you spank Gavin!!!"
"Son, don't whine," Dad growled. "You know I hate whiners."
"Sorry, Dad, but I was just looking forward to seeing you spank Gavin for his birthday."
"Tough! You should know this is a private party," he said, reminding me, "Didn't I always give you your birthday spanking in private?"
"Yes sir," I sighed. I had forgotten that part. _d_a_m_n_!
"Ok, then Gavin gets the same courtesy," he said, reaching over and picking my friend up and flinging him over his shoulder like a sack of flour. "Come on, kid. I've got a hankering for some spankering!"
Giggling up a storm, Gavin said, "Sorry, Matt! I'll tell you all about it!"
He wouldn't have to - Dad only took him into the living room where I could hear everything transpire. I couldn't believe that I had forgotten that bit about getting the birthday spanking in private! How stupid could I be....?!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOOOH! NOOOO!!! OOOOOOH!! HOOOO! HOOOOO!!!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
To Gavin's horror, though, Dad hadn't forgotten any of the other Grey Family Birthday Spanking rituals, which included being stripped all the way down to the birthday suit. But that wasn't even the worse part!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH! PLEEEEASE! OOOOH! I CH-CH-CHANGED MY MIND!! OOOOH!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
Unlike most birthday spankings, by most normal people, which consisted of the complex equation of figuring on the number of whacks on the butt for every year, plus one to grow on (ie: eleven years old would equal twelve spanks), Dad believed it was more important to change the ratio so that every year would be represented by the number of minutes the spanking took place.
SPANK! SPANK! "OH! OH! OH! OH!!!!!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "OOOOHHH!!!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "NOOOOOOO!!!!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "OOOOOH!!!!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "PLEEEEEASE!!!!" SPANK! SPANK! "OH GOD!!! OH! OH!!!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
I don't know how many spanks my little friend got during those eleven minutes. All I know is that when I went into the living room after it was done Gavin was totally naked and sobbing up a storm, rubbing his sore, blistered red bottom, while Dad had the most content look on his face. This was not what my friend had counted on!
"I take it went well?" I asked, in a very smart ass kind of teenaged tone.
"Yeah," Dad said. "The little scamp took it like a trooper, which is good."
"Why?" I asked, my gazed locked and unmoving from the site of Gavin's naked eleven year old body.
"Because now he knows what to do on your upcoming fifteenth birthday!"
Ahhhhh - CRAP!