I, Babysitter - Part 47


by Sawyer

The road to hell is paved in the best intentions. The day I learned that lesson was a day when the cosmos conspired against me for wanting to be the better person. That day, exactly one week before Halloween, would be a day that I would never forget....no good deed goes unpunished is another cliche that is appropriate. I had tried to reach out to a friend who I thought needed my help, and instead (in a matter of nanoseconds) found myself switching places with him.

My soul may be what's being tested, but it's my ass that is going to pay the price.

_s_h_i_t_ on a stick!

This would also be a day (a very, very long day) that my bottom would never forget. But I had to forge ahead. Call any bluff they had, no matter how painful. Short of setting myself on fire like those monks in Vietnam, I was going to become 100% altruistic. I would prove that I was better than them, for their own good, even if it meant that I would be doing lots and lots of standing for the next week.

I could handle it, I told myself....I had strong legs, and a butt that has taken beatings that would make an LAPD cop proud. Bring it on. I was ready for their worst....

(And I would get it too!)

Welcome to my nightmare....

"Matt," Mr. Hanson said, suddenly nervous. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes...yes sir," I said. "I would do that for Vincent."

They were not expecting that answer, because for the next several minutes both Mr. and Mrs. Hanson tired to talk me out of it. But I became surprisingly insistent, so after confirming that I really wanted to do it, he shrugged, turned to Vincent, and said, "I hope seeing this teaches you a real good lesson."

By this time, Vincent had gone totally quiet. Like most boys he was glad to get out of a spanking, but he was really surprised by what I was doing.

"Ok, then, let's go get this deed done, boys," Vincent's grandfather said. "We're going to be late as it is."

"I'll get ready, then, and you tend to the two boys," Vincent's grandmother said, waving at me. "See you, darling."

I waved back. I was determined to show how brave I was. Mr. Hanson took me and Vincent up to my friend's room. As much as he tried not to show any glee, he couldn't help it - Vincent was grinning ear to ear. This would be the first Sunday in years that he didn't get spanked!

When we got to his room, Grandpa Hanson leaned me right away over his lap. "Ok, Matt, you still sure about this?"

"Yes." I was keeping my composure - I was sure that I could continue to as long as...

"Grandpa?"

"Boy?"

"Shouldn't Matt be stripped down?" Vince asked softly.

"You are pushing it, child," a very gruff Mr. Hanson said

"I'm sorry. I thought you wanted to make sure this lesson wasn't lost on me," he said, before adding. "I thought that he was suppose to BE me today, sir, but if I'm wrong..."

"He's right, Matt. Sorry about that."

He stood me back up and told me to strip to my underwear. At the same time Vincent was allowed to put some clothes on - also a blessed first for him for a Sunday. I think that almost made him happier than getting a day off without spanking. I was a nervous wreck....this was so horrible, and what was worse was that I actually did this to myself!

After anxiously taking off my pants and shirt, he placed me back across his knees again and began spanking me by hand on the seat of my underpants.

SPANK!

"OOOOW!" I screamed after the first hit – I was still not really use being spanked by an adult.

SPANK! SPANK!!

"OOOH MAAAAN!" I actually said, wincing. The guy at the game store wasn't nearly this experienced!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"OOOOH!" They hurt, but not too bad, so far.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

Then I felt something tug on the back of my underpants.

SPANK! SPANK!

"OOOH! AWWWH!" I turned to look.

SPANK!! SPANK!!

It was Vincent back there, tugging the undershorts up my crack, giving me a god _d_a_m_n_ wedgie!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"NOOOO!" I cried out, as Grandpa's strong hand was now contacting skin!

SPANK! SPANK!

The wedgie was brought up so high there was almost nothing but bare ass for Mr. Hanson to slap!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"OOOH! STOP THAAAAT VINCENT!!! OOOOOH!!!"

SPANK! SPANK!!

These were starting to really smart!

SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!

"How is that, Grandpa?" Vincent ask.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"OOOOH!!! OOOOH!!! OOOOOOOOH!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"Perfect, sunshine! You are doing good!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"Should I take them down?"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

This couldn't be happening? Was I dumber than dirt?

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!

"AHHHH! OH! NOOOO! PLLEAAAASE!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"Sure," Grandpa said. "Go ahead and lower them."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"He won't be needing them for the rest of today."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

WHAT?

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!

"OOOOH! NOOO PLLLLEASE!!!" I begged.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"Sorry, Matt," Vincent said, pulling the on down, out of my ass and down past my butt, and down my legs. Hr. Hanson had stopped spanking long enough for them to get down my legs.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

Then he resumed!

SPANK! SPANK!!!

"OOOOH!!! HOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

Now that I was completely naked, I really felt the humiliation (and the stupidity) of this situation sink in.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!

"OOOOH!!!! NOOOO NOOO NOOO NOOO!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

Not to mention THE PAIN!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"Did you learn your lesson, Matt, about raising your...."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"....voice to an adult in their own home?"

SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!

"YEEEEESSSSSS! OOOOOOH!! OHHH! OHHH!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"And you still think that it is a bad idea to spank Vincent only once a week, instead of the times he may need it?

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"OOOOOH!!! YES! OOOH! YES, SIRRRRRRRR!!!!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"Interesting."

"SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!

"And, are you learning your lesson, Vincent?"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

"Yes sir," I actually heard him say, almost giggling.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

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

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!

My ass was on fire. He kept up the same, strong, even handed intensity throughout the entire spanking.

SPANK! SPANK!!!

"Good. That's what I want to hear," Grandpa said to Vince.

SPANK!!

After well over 50 hand spanks, he stopped. "Vincent, can you please hand me your slipper," Mr. Hanson said to his grandson.

"NO! Please..." I started to blubber, before realizing I had agreed to take this spanking for Vincent, so before I protested too much, I slowly drooped back across his big lap and sobbed and sobbed. I couldn't wait until Mr. Hanson was through!

Over came the slipper, and old Grandpa proceeded to turn my butt into a welted, red display of what happens to naughty boys in his house.

WHACK! WHACK!

"OHHHHH GOD!! NOOOOOOO!" I screamed in surprised shock – S H I T THAT HURT!!

WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!

The spanks came rapid fire, cheek to cheek, up and down, all around, even down onto my thighs.

WHACK! WHACK!

"OOOH PLEASE NO MOOOORE OOOH OHHH!!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!

After a minute I lost my composure and began to wail incoherently, kicking my legs and trying to block the blows.

WHACK! WHACK!

"AAAWWEEEEEEOOOOWOOWOOWWWWHHHAAAA!!!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Mr. Hanson grabbed my hands and held them in the small of my back and continued.

WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!

"OOOOH! OOOH!! OOOOOOOOAOAOAAAHHH!!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I glanced over at Vincent, who was looking more and more uncomfortable, and extremely repentant (I guess that's what he was hoping for from him).

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"YEEEEEOOOUCH! OOOH! NOOOO!!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!

"There, there," Grandpa said. "This IS what you asked for."

WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!

"To be Vincent for one day."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!!

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!

Finally, after three minutes Mr. Hanson stopped. He stood me up and placed me in the corner, with orders to keep my hands on my head. He then proceeded to lecture Vincent for the things that he had confessed to earlier in the morning, making sure my friend was looking at my glowing, sore butt.

Finally, he made him walk up and touch it - to feel how hot and sore it was, and to remind him that this was usually him. At that point Vincent started crying, apologizing to me and his grandfather for his misbehavior. Mr. Hanson made him stand there watching me for the full 30 minutes of corner time.

When Grandpa left the room, Vincent stopped his crocodile tears (I KNEW he was acting!)

"Dude!" he said, almost laughing. "That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen!"

I didn't answer.

"I can't believe that you did that....for me?"

I turned my head and looked at him. I must have looked a mess, totally naked and red-assed standing in the corner of his own room, and all before breakfast. I was till crying, so I couldn't say anything, except with my eyes.

"No one has ever done anything like that for me," he said, coming over and hugging me. "You rock, Matt."

"Th-th-thanks," I sniffled. "I hope it – it works."

"Even if it doesn't, I will never forget this."

"Really?" I asked softly.

"Have you ever stood outside a picket fence, you could see through but you can't get to the inside?" he said mysteriously, as he went back to the bed to sit and watch me. "You sit there and wait "

Right before they left, the Hansons came in to inspect me. I was never so grateful to have someone come in and see me naked as I was then; I didn't even care that both of the grandparents checked out my privates (I felt like saying, "Yeah, I know it's smaller than our grandsons, and my balls hang lower than an 80 year old man! Some of us have crummy genetics!" but I didn't).

"We are leaving boys," Mr. Hanson said. "How are you feeling, Matt?"

"Sore," I said.

"Good. Do you still feel strongly about your opinions?"

"Yes sir."

"Well, we will think about it. However, for the rest of the day we need you to continue to be Vincent for us," Grandma said, with a huge grin on your face.

"What?!" This was not fair! They were just doing this to try and break my spirit. "You mean, I have to be naked the rest of the day?"

"Until we get home," he said, nodding his head. "And, even though you will be the babysitter,..."

Oh god...I could see the train wreck coming...!

"...Vincent will take over the responsibility..."

He wasn't going to say it, was he? No, he couldn't...Not another one!!!

"...of spanking YOU."

"WHAT!" Oh my god! This was just no friggin fair! I have somehow done this to myself again!

"We told you we want to stick to our methods, but if you show us, first hand, that they don't work....that the way your Daddy punishes you is better, then we may believe you."

"No!!" I couldn't believe that this was happening to me twice in one friggin lifetime!!

"Who better to tell us the pros and cons than someone who has seen both means of discipline.... ahhh....first HAND."

All three laughed at that one.

"Do we continue to have a deal?"

"I babysit Vince," I sighed, defeated, "But he is going to spank me....for the....ahhhh....things that HE did during the week."

"Yeah, that about covers it."

"Yeah, I got it."

"Great!" they said at the same time, turning to leave. "We'll be home about four, maybe five, and remember, no friends over here until after noon, understand?"

"Understood," I sighed.

"Especially that Scoutmaster's kid."

"Yes, I remember. No Lee."

"Good."

And they were gone....

"Thank goodness!" I said, after they left. "I was starting to get cold." I made my way over to the pile of clothes. "I really can't believe you did that wedgie thing, dude. That was really a dirty trick, Vince."

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" I asked. "I'm getting my clothes on."

"You heard them," he said. "You have to be naked today, just like I do on Sunday."

"Oh, come on, dude," I said. "Let's be fair about this. I am doing this for you."

"Yeah, but I didn't ask you too."

"Vincent, buddy, you didn't take what they said seriously, did you? You don't think that you are going to be allowed to spank me anytime you want to today just because they said so?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much what I was thinking."

"No, no, that's not how it's working. You see, I'm trying to HELP you, see?"

"Sorry, Matt," he said, shaking his head. "Rules are rules."

"Rules....what rules? Their rules? The same people who tied you up last week and beat you with a belt?"

"Matt, you said you were going to do this."

"I said it to them. How are they going to know if we don't tell them?"

"They'll know."

"If you are afraid that they'll know that I didn't get spanked because my butt isn't red enough, then around three we can do it then, ok, how does that sound?"

"They will know, Matt. They will know."

"How will they know?"

"I'll tell them."

"You'll WHAT?!" Was he crazier than me? "Why would you do that?"

"If they ask I will tell them. I don't lie to them, Matty."

"You lie to them every week, when you tell them stuff that you didn't do, so that they can justify spanking you! How is this different?"

"It just is. I will not lie to them about this."

I shook my head. "You know what that means? It means that they will then spank YOU for the spanking I didn't get TODAY!"

"If that happens it happens. It won't be any different from every other Sunday, except it will be later in the day."

"You really want to keep me naked, and spank me today. Vince?"

"You are the one who volunteered, dude."

"But I'm your friend! You just said you wouldn't forget this day...."

"I know, and I meant it, but I can't lie to them. Not even for you."

"You really want to spank me?"

He was about ready to say something then he paused and smiled and nodded his head. "It just seems all fair, in a weird way."

"What do mean?"

"Well, your Daddy spanked me, and my Grand daddy spanked you. And, you got to spank me, so it only seems fair if I get to spank you today."

"That's....that's insane, Vince. Don't you see....that I'm trying to help you?"

"I see you are trying, but you aren't doing a very good job. If you did then you would just say 'Ok, Vince.'"

I started crying a little bit, but then sucked it back in. "You REALLY want to spank me?"

"It's like I told you that first day, Matt," he said, with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. "If the roles were reversed, if the tables were turned...I would not HESITATE."

I looked down at my naked body – the only thing that saved me from total humiliation at that moment was that I was not sporting a boner. I was defeated....I hadn't come this far to let Vincent down, even if he was willing to.

"Ok, I am yours," he said. "What now?"

"Well, first we have some breakfast."

"Great, I need some Orange Juice. I am really feeling that cold coming on."

"You didn't let me finish, Matt," he snapped. "Before we have breakfast, we need to play our first game!"

"First game?" I said, eyes bugging out. "No...no games...just spank me..."

"Yes, games. It's just like every other Sunday, except you are me and I am you."

"Yes...yes...I suppose I get it."

"It's going to be a long day, Matt," he said, motioning me to follow him out of his room, and down the stairs.

"I kind of felt that it was going to when I woke up."

"So, you want to play Tom and Huck like we had talked about?"

"Ahhhh, sure," I said, as I walked buck naked through their drafty house; I could NOT get use to this!

"Excellent!" he said. "Except, now things have changed."

"They have?"

"I will get to be Huck....and you....!"

"And I'm going to be Sawyer....yeah....I get it."

Now this was just plain silly!

"I'm Sawyer."


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