Adult Image Library 1/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_1.iso/stories/babyblun.txt

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Archive-name: Young/babyblun.txt
Archive-author: Strict Professor
Archive-title: A Baby-sitter Blunders


Dear Editor:

     We reside in a conservative middle class neighborhood and
expect to be moving soon, after our third child is born.
     Recently an incident occurred between our 15-year-old
baby-sitter and my husband, which should be brought to the
attention of your readers.
     Our 6-year-old son John is precocious and is quite outgoing
in this, his first year of elementary school.  The baby-sitter we
usually get for him and his 4-year-old sister is reliable and
comes from a family that is quite strict with their children.
     Julie is currently working because she's not permitted to
date until she's 16, though she is attractive and popular.  Our
children are no trouble, so she usually has an easy night.
     Last weekend was a different story.
     While we were at the symphony, John had apparently messed
the kitchen making himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He
also wanted to stay up past his bedtime to continue to watch TV.
   Julie insisted he clean the kitchen after himself and get
ready for bed, and an argument ensued.  John called Julie a "real
bitch"  and she grabbed him and washed his mouth out
with soap.
     He fought her all the way, biting her fingers, and she
pulled his pajama bottoms down, administered a sound spanking to
him over her knee with the hairbrush she carries, and sent him to
bed in his room.
     When we got home, Julie explained what had happened and my
husband hit the ceiling.
     We don't spank our children, although both my husband and I
got an occasional spanking while growing up.  We're also rather
loose about the language that we use around the house, being
careful to tell the kids that they are not to repeat these words
outside of the house.  John must have taken us quite literally
that night.
     We rushed into his room to see if he was OK, and he was
crying into his pillow and visibly shaken.  I pulled his pajama
bottoms down to just below his seat and we both gasped at how red
his little bare bottom was.
     When my husband found out from the boy just how Julie had
handled him, he dragged our young baby-sitter into the family
room, pulled her down over his knees, and spanked her over her
tight jeans with a fraternity panel he keeps displayed on the
bookshelf. She kicked and screamed as the paddle rushed down and
collided with her well shaped bottom.
     He paddled her blue jean encased bottom for several minutes
and then let her up, saying that he was going to call her parents
and tell them what she'd done.
     Julie rubbed the seat of her Levi's as she apologized for
how she had treated our son.  She said that if her parents found
out, her father would spank her bare heinie with her mother's
hairbrush and she begged us not to tell.
     We agreed, providing she took the same kind of spanking that
she had administered to young John.
     She reluctantly agreed.
     As she stood in front of my seated husband, I reached around
around Julie's waist from behind and unsnapped and unzipped her
snug jeans.  Pulling her jeans and panties down to her ankles, I
had the blushing girl lift each leg in turn so I could completely
remove the clothing.
     From close-up, I saw that her bare bottom was noticeably
"pinkish"  from the paddling, but not nearly as much so as our
son's had been.
     All the while the embarrassed young blonde was sobbing in
embarrassment and trying to shield her sparse pubic growth.
To increase her shame, I gently guided her over my husband's
knees myself and positioned her naked bottom over his right
thigh. Then, I retrieved her purse and removed the previously
used hairbrush and handed it to her "executioner."
     Julie really got a good, sound, well deserved spanking from
my husband.  He must have delivered 30 spanks to Julie's quickly
reddening bottom cheeks with her own hairbrush!
     After helping the sobbing youngster up, it was clear that
she was in pain.  Modesty was the furthest thing from her mind as
she hopped up and down and from foot to foot, rubbing her bare
bottom cheeks with both hands!
     All the while my husband was getting quite an eyeful of her
front anatomy while I was behind the child as she tried in vain
to sooth her scalded bottom.  Julie was continuously rubbing and
spreading her red cheeks in an attempt to get some relief,
affording me an unimpeded view of her bottom hole and vagina.
She would have died of embarrassment if she had any idea what she
was showing!
     Her debt paid, I helped the flushed teenager into her
panties and jeans.
     When she had calmed down, I asked Julie if the spanking had
been as hard as her father's punishments.
     She said that it was as hard, but at least it wasn't in
front of her whole family, like she got at home.  And she
wouldn't have to deal with her brother's and sister's teasing
afterwards, her friends hearing about it from them, and the
possibility of being grounded and losing baby-sitting money.
     Satisfied that the girl had learned her lesson, we paid her
what she earned, and she left, still flushed but no longer
sobbing. I doubt that she'll ever take the discipline of
another's child into her own hands again.
     I'm sure she waited until she was composed before she
returned home, and would be willing to bet that she must have
slept on her stomach that evening, as my husband gave her bottom
quite a tanning.
     Since I was a close-up and personal observer to the
spanking, I have to admit that I frankly didn't know my husband
had it in him.  But I support his actions and feel strongly that
Julie really did need to be taught a lesson.

                         Sincerely,
                     Mrs. J.H., Missouri

              Compiled by NoCalMl  "Dr. Spank"
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