Melissa II

ADULT FANTASY STORY. MATERNAL SPANKINGS. ALL CHARACTERS FICTIONAL. IF YOU ARE NOT OVER 18, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. READING THIS STORY MEANS YOU ARE OVER 18.

My Babysitter Melissa Part II by Randy

Thus the object of my most intense, boyish affections moved from supervising me in a group every Sunday to a much more intimate, one-on-one situation as my new babysitter. Little did my mother know she had fulfilled my wildest hopes.

Given my feelings for Melissa, it's easy to see why I vividly remember the first night she sat for me. As with all new babysitters, the evening began with a long list of instructions from Mom. She was thorough if anything. There were reminders about my meal times, homework duties, television privileges, room straightening chores, teeth brushing, and bedtime. And there were equally thorough instructions on matters of discipline. I always had to be present for these in case any questions arose. Mom also knew I would behave better if I was there when she went over discipline matters with my sitter.

"Melissa, Danny has to have his room spic and span by bedtime at 8:30. Once lights are out, he is to stay in bed. Make sure you check on him every half hour until he is asleep. He sometimes tries to sneak out of bed or read comics with a flashlight under the covers. If he doesn't follow your instructions and do as he's told, don't hesitate to give him a good spanking. Your mom tells me you have lots of experience babysitting for your two younger brothers and that you know how to handle naughty children."

"Yes, Mrs. Richardson, I know exactly how to take care of bad boys." As she said "bad boys" she turned and smiled at me causing my face to go red.

"Splendid, Melissa. I think you'll find Danny is usually very well behaved but that's partly because he knows exactly what to expect when he doesn't mind. Discipline without consistency is just not discipline. You probably understand that from your own home because your mother and I think alike on that score."

At the time, I briefly wondered why Melissa blushed a little at mom's words. But there was little time for such thoughts as the discussion immediately returned to my discipline.

"Melissa, I always give Danny one warning if he isn't doing his chores on time and that usually works. He knows I will check on him a little later. If he fails to do things on time or to obey your instructions, a session over your knee will straighten him out quickly. Sometimes, that's the only way to get his full and undivided attention. Consistency is essential to proper childraising and discipline is the basis of consistency. As I said to you earlier on the phone, we're looking for a regular babysitter. In the past, we always used college girls. While they worked out well, they tended to graduate or get marry aftewr a year or two. It struck me that a mature high school sophomore who would be around for six or seven years might give Danny more consistency. I'm afraid Danny is one of those boys who will need supervision well into high school."

"Since I need you to watch him three times this week, this can be a trial run to see how you work out. If all goes well, you can be Danny's new regular sitter. We usually need someone about two nights a week and we can usually provide advance warning. As you know, I also pay good wages for babysitting. Over the next six years, that would add up to a pretty penny."

"It certainly would, Mrs. Richardson." And then looking me right in the eye, she added, "I'm sure Danny and I will get along just fine. And since I plan to attend Dallas Community College a half mile away, I'll be available even after I graduate from high school if you still need me then. From what I've observed in Sunday School, it's clear Danny will be needing close supervision for quite some time. He's still a very much a little boy in many ways, isn't he?"

"He certainly is, Melissa. I'm glad to see how observant you are. You remind me in many ways of your very capable mother. If my instincts are correct, I think you are going to be the answer to my prayers."

As I gazed with youthful wonder at the sexy, older Melissa, I was thinking the same thing. She looked particularly ravishing that night, her very adult figure offset beautifully in a pink Mohair sweater.

"Oh, one more thing, Melissa. After Danny gets a spanking, all is forgiven. A punishment works best if it has a clear ending so a youngster can put his misbehavior behind him. That why I always give him a good hug afterward. He should also promise to try and behave better in the future. Hugs and a cookie help Danny understand how discipline is a natural part of any a loving household. Only parents who love their children take the trouble to supervise them carefully and give them the discipline they need. I know your parents agree with me on that matter and I suspect you do as well."

Once again, Melissa blushed before quickly agreeing with my mother. My mind began turning a little until Melissa interrupted my thoughts.

"Enjoy your dinner party, Mrs. Richardson. I'll take good care of Danny and make sure he stays on his best behavior. Won't you, young man?"

I gulped and nodded.

"Wonderful, Melissa. Now I'm going to have to run or I'll be late for our dinner engagement. There's my husband honking out there in the car. You be good, Danny, and make sure you mind Melissa. Mommy will be back late after you're in bed but I'll check on you when I come in."

My mom paused to bend and kiss me goodbye with a long, loving look in my eyes before laughing and tousling my hair.

"Oh, Melissa, I've left the number where we'll be on the fridge in case of any emergencies. Bye bye."

"Bye, Mrs. Richardson."

"Bye bye mommy."

Melissa and I went back into the kitchen where she fed me dinner including an extra helping of ice cream. She asked me questions about my previous baby sitters while discussing her own experiences. Egged on by her comments, I realized I could ask her as many questions as I wanted. Seeing my obvious interest, Melissa entertained me with story after story. A full hour passed at the dinner table.

Given the detailed instructions my mother had issued on matters of discipline and my history with Melissa in Sunday School, the pump was well primed for the conversation to turn to spanking. I certainly wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. A real spanking, as distinct from a fantasy, was one thing and I wasn't ready for that. But a detailed conversation about spanking was something altogether different. I was also dying to find out whether Melissa had really spanked boys my age.

To draw her out, I asked her innocently what sort of mischief her charges had gotten into. With a smile, she described all sorts of boyish games and pranks. She then asked me how often I misbehaved and what I did. And that, finally, led to the question which broke the ice. Fortunately, Melissa let me off the hook by asking it herself.

"Danny, how often do you get spanked?"

"Oh ... I suppose once or twice a week, except in the summer when Mommy says I get into more trouble because I have more free time."

Now it was my turn to blush though my momentary embarrassment did not prevent me from forging on.

"Melissa, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, child, what is it?"

"Have you ever spanked children while you were baysitting?"

"Why Danny, what a silly question. All babysitters spank when necessary. Haven't your other sitters put you over their knee when you needed it?"

"Um... uh... yeah... two years ago I had this baby sitter named Julie Simpson. She was my favorite babysitter even though she spanked me almost every time she sat for me. Fortunately, she didn't spank hard most of the time. In fact, she used to give me what she called 'play spankings'."

"Why do you think she did that, Danny?"

"I dunno ... It's different with each sitter. How often do you spank?"

"That depends on how many spankings are needed. Some children are more naughty and need more frequent discipline. Your story about Julie reminds me of a boy I sat for last year on Thursday nights who earned rather frequent spankings. I suspect his mommy wasn't giving him the discipline he needed. Other boys are better behaved and only need their bottoms warmed occasionally."

"Really, Melissa ... you spanked him almost every time you sat for him?"

"That's right, Danny. He was just about your age, and just as cute too, especially when he was standing in the corner beforehand with his pants at half mast."

"You made him stand in the corner and spanked him on the bare?"

"Why Danny ... . how else does one spank? The good Lord gave children padding in their bottoms so they could be well smacked without lasting harm. Spankings are a childish punishment and bare bottoms are an important reminder of how boys and girls get treated when they act like naughty children. Doesn't your mommy spank on the bare?"

Though I blushed, I also felt a surge of excitement as I replied, "Yes, she does." Without even realizing what I was doing, I reached down with both hands and rubbed my fanny through my pyjamas as though remembering one of mommy's spankings.

"And does she use corner time?".

"Sometimes, Melissa. Do you spank hard?"

"Hard enough to bring real tears, just like your mother and Mrs. Worthington. I suspect you will find out sooner or later, Danny. Do you want me to be your new babysitter?"

"More than anything, Melissa. You're the prettiest, nicest girl in the whole world."

"Why Danny, what a sweet thing to say." Both of us blushed at that point. Then Melissa added something out of the blue which made my heart pound. "You know, Danny, if you really want to get some idea of how I spank naughty boys, I could also give you a play spanking like Julie Simpson. Although it wouldn't hurt, it would give you a good idea of what to expect if you misbehave. Would you like a play spanking?"

"Well ... I ... uh ... I uh ... really? You promise it wouldn't hurt?"

"Cross my heart, Danny. Besides, from what I see of your behavior in Sunday School, you'll be going over my lap soon enough for the real thing."

"Well ... if you promise it won't hurt ..."

Sensing her moment, Melissa suddenly took on suddenly mock-serious tone. "Listen here, young Danny, it's time you learned a good lesson from Melissa about how I handle naughty children. Come with me right now".

Winking as she spoke, she grabbed my arm firmly and led me downstairs into the den and over to a straight-backed chair which stood against the wall.

Playing my part (which was well rehearsed from my experiences with Julie Simpson) I begged and put up a mock struggle. "No please, Melissa, don't spank me .. please ... I'll be a good boy, I promise".

"I'll believe those promises only after I see a red bottom over my lap, young man. Now stop struggling right this instant if you know what's good for you. You are going to get a good spanking from me right now and there is nothing you can do about it."

To reinforce her point and urge me along, Melissa punctuated her remarks with a series of solid smacks through my pyjamas and underpants. As soon as I felt her hand, all resistance seemed to vanish and I allowed myself to be marched downstairs and over to a chair. The next thing I knew, she had sat down and put over her knee.

"Now let's get these pyjamas down, shall we. I usually start a spanking with a good long 'underpants warmup' and this time will be no exception, young man. Do you understand? Bad ... bad ... bad ... bad Danny."

Smack Smack Smack.

"You bad, bad, bad little boy. You aren't going anywhere until you've been well spanked. Do you understand me?"

Smack Smack Smack. Smack Smack

"Yes, Melissa, please don't spank me anymore... please"

"You can kick and cry all you want but Melissa isn't going to stop until you've learned a good lesson."

Smack Smack Smack.

On and on she scolded and spanked just hard enough to give me some idea of what the real thing would be like. My bottom began to feel very warm yet also snug and secure in my cotton briefs. At the same time, my little penis hardened and pushed against her bare thighs with each spank. (Her skirt had somehow gotten pushed up.) Fortunately she didn't seem the least bothered by this and continued to scold and spank me and I wriggled and rubbed. It wasn't long before I felt like the luckiest little boy in the world lying over the lap of a sexy babysitter getting a play spanking that went on and on and on. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, she took down my briefs and assessed the damage on my bottom by slowly going over every inch of my cheeks with her right hand. Of course, I continued to "cry" and beg not to be spanked on the bare all the while enjoying the feel of my squirming loins pressing directly against her. By then, I was in a dizzy rapture, conscious of a glowing warmth which seemed to encircle my loins and bottom while spreading up along my torso and down my legs. I guess I was in some sort of little boy heaven where all things are possible.

"Please, I promise I'll be a good boy. Melissa... I'll be a good little boy... please don't spank me on my bare fanny," I cried with a tone which managed to mix urgency with a taunting quality. Right on cue, Melissa began spanking my bottom.

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"You're not going anywhere, young man, until I give this cute fanny of yours a good spanking. Cry and kick and struggle all you want but you are staying put until Melissa gives you the discipline you need. You are obviously someone who needs lots of discipline and I will be all too happy to provide it. If I was your mommy, I'd put to bed each night with a good spanking. Little boys sleep much better with a warm bottom, don't they?"

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"I suppose so, Mommy... I mean Melissa. I wish you really were my mommy, Melissa. Will you really be my babysitter for the next six years?"

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"I believe so, Danny."

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By then I was in a real rapture, half crying, half moaning as I openly wriggled on her thighs as shamelessly as a little child. My bottom rose slightly as if greeting her hand and fell in a thrust against her soft legs.

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"I think I'm going to enjoy sitting for you, Danny. And since you obviously like play spankings so much, I'd say you're going to need another one tomorrow night when I come back. Of course, this will have to be our secret, Danny, won't it, young man?"

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"Of course, Melissa. I swear I won't ever tell anyone."

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"You'd better not. I'd probably be fired as your babysitter and I might get a spanking myself from my mother."

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"Really, Melissa, you still get spanked?"

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"Sometimes, Danny, but that's another story? I think you'd better concentrate on your own punishment?"

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"Yes, Melissa".

Smack Smack Smack

True to her word, Melissa spanked me gently. As if to compensate, she also spanked for what seemed about a half hour. Neither of us seemed in any hurry to end things. In the end, my fanny was red and very tingly. Finally, Melissa stood me on my feet ignoring how stiff I was in front and gave me a long hug. I hugged back as if there was no tomorrow. I guess I loved Melissa more intensely at that moment than ever. It was as if my love had finally been consummated. I was even proud of my condition and glad that she wasn't embarrassed by it (and it wasn't as if she hadn't noticed). I also hugged her to prolong the sensation of pressing against her soft, heavy breasts which seemed to embrace my chest in return.

To comfort me more, Melissa kissed the side of my face, told me what a good boy I was, and stroked by bottom repeatedly with her right hand. She then reminded me I was still liable for a real spanking if I didn't mind her for the rest of the evening. After she released me and pulled my underpants and pyjamas back up, she gave me permission to watch TV in the den for an hour until 8:00 after which she told me I was to brush my teeth and clean up my bedroom. She said she would do homework in the living room and would come upstairs to check on me and read me a story at 8:20.

"Now I want that room to be clean when I come up at 8:20, do you understand me, mister?"

"Yes, Melissa, I promise I'll have it all cleaned up".

And then she added with a little smile,

"You know what will happen if I find any mess, don't you, young man?"

"Yes, Melissa," I replied with an impish smile of my own.

"Good then. Now let's get that TV on so you can watch Gilligan's Island. Your mom told me it's your favorite show."

With a final smack to my bottom, Melissa turned on the TV and disappeared upstairs to do her homework.

All through the show, I couldn't concentrate. My mind was far from Gilligan's Island, lost in the tingling sensations of my bottom, my continuing stiffness in front (which I augmented by lying on my stomach and watching TV while frotting against a sofa pillow), and the biggest dilemma I had ever faced: whether or not to have my room clean by 8:20. After an hour of TV, I was as dizzy and uncertain as before. One part of me knew better than to leave a mess. But I was also curious to know what a real spanking would feel like from Melissa. Perhaps it wouldn't be that much harder than a play spanking.