This took place when I was 18 in the summer before I left home for uni.
My parents were freinds with a young family down the road, met through church I think.
One day mum asked if I would babysit their young sons. NO way.
She kept on, as mums do, about how their freinds had been let down by the girl who normally sat.
In the end the promise of £10.00 and the fact that the boys would be in bed when I arrived and apparently the parents would be home by 10.30 led me to agree.
I walaked down the road to my job thinking of the cash, free biscuits, and an evening of TV.
When I arrived Mrs Smith (not her real name) let me in to the living room. I heard a boy crying. Bloody hell.. one of the boys was still up and had hurt himself. Now he would never settle with his parents about to leave. Nightmare time!
Next thing, Mr Smith (not his real name) comes into the room with Jonny (not his real name). Jonny had red eyes and seemed really miserable and his dad explained that the boy had just received a hard smacked bottom. Jonny looked miserable but nothing more was said. Jonny sat one end of the sofa and I sat the other, fed up that the kid was up instead of in bed.
The Smith's (not their real name)explained that they would be home before Sam (not his real name) would need ''lifting'' (to the toilet I assumed), and that Jonny was to be in bed at 9.00. I was to see that he went to the loo '' make sure he goes before bed please'' Mr Smith explained to me , and added that Jonny was to brush his teeth for 2 whole minutes. ''I have to time him..please would you'' Mr Smith added. Mr Smith turned to his son and said ''no nonsense with Mark (not my real name) or else''
''No daddy'' Jonny replied and that was the first time I noticed how cute the 7 year old was.
When his parents had left I asked Jonny if his bottom was sore. 'yes' he replied as if it was an every day event....perhaps it was. My curiosty was aroused...and not just my curiosity, but I decided not to enquire further.
I was a little embarrased listening at the door as the small boy did his business and I listened to the trickle of water on pan. Jonny was in his pyjama shorts and had just pulled down in front so I did not have a chance to see his bottom. I wanted to know if he had any marks. He brusghed for two minutes and then wlaked quietly into the room he shared with Sam. Sam was out.
At about 10.00 I went to check on the boys and it was at that time that I noticed Jonny had his knees up towards his chest and was on his side.
I could not resist it.
I managed to pull his shorts down to just below his bottom. At one point he stirred and I panicked but he did not awake.
I was able to see red marks on his small cute and nicely curved bottom (which reminded me of my girlfreind's boobs).I resisted the urge to feel it on that occasion. At that moment I made two decisions.
One
I would babysit for this family again whenever they wanted.
And I did and got to lift Sam one time when his parents were due back real late. They had explained how to lift him but when I did he would not go...he was half asleep as I held him sitting on the loo to stop him slumping forward or sideways. He kept telling me he did not need to go. I whispered in his ear ''If you dont go now I will smack your bottom hard''. Maybe he thought I was his dad because two seconds later the water began to flow.
Two
One day I would like to be a dad and have some sons.....
to be continued