by LSF Publications
by Brian Bowman
Twenty-year old Megan O'Brien, a sophomore in college at home for Spring break, was surprised to get a call from Amanda Jones, asking her to babysit.
Not that Megan didn't babysit; she did, in fact quite often when she was in high school. But never for Amanda Jones. Her son, Michael was at least 16 and maybe 17 by now, she thought, why would she need a babysitter?
She and her family did not know the Jones family very well. While they lived on the same street only six houses away, Amanda and her family had only moved in three years ago. The Jones family was not typical. Amanda, 38 years old, was a very striking woman and a very successful business woman. Tall and slender with dark red shoulder length hair and piercing green eyes, Amanda was most often seen wearing conservative dark business suits as she left the house each morning for her commute into the city to her high paid executive job for a Fortune 500 company.
As sophisticated as Amanda was, her husband, Robb, a college teacher, was just the opposite. Robb was only 29 years old, nine years younger than Amanda and only 12 years older than his stepson, Michael. This was his first marriage and her second. Robb was also tall, but very skinny. He had curly brown hair which covered the top half of his ears (not in style these days), a full beard cut short. When he was on his way to work, he was often seen wearing jeans, a blue oxford shirt open at the collar and a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches. Robb was shy, but far more easy-going than Amanda.
Shortly after hanging up the phone, Megan called to her mother, "Mom, how well do you know Amanda Jones?"
"Not very well, dear. I've met her and her husband a few times at neighborhood gatherings, but they seem to keep pretty much to themselves. Why do you ask?"
"She just called and asked if I would babysit for her tonight, but I don't get it. Michael and I were in high school at the same time, which means he has to be at least 16 or 17 by now. He's a little old for a sitter, don't you think?"
"Maybe what she wants is a guard."
"A guard? What do you mean?"
"Maybe Michael has been grounded and Amanda wants to make sure he stays grounded while they go out, so she's hired you to watch him and make sure he stays put. I would do the same thing if I had the same situation. I also know that she is very strict. Betty lives next door to them and she tells me that she regularly hears pretty severe spankings being administered. And Amanda has admitted to some of the neighbors that she still spanks Michael often and plans to continue spanking him until he leaves home. There's even some speculation that she spanks Robb."
"Awe, mom. Do you actually believe that gossip?"
"Well, it's possible. She's such an 'in-charge' person and he seems so meek, I wouldn't be surprised. Stranger things have happened, and besides, she's almost old enough to be his mother. Who knows?"
"Mom! You're such a gossip! And by the way, you're pretty strict as well. I remember more than one session on the wrong end of your hairbrush when I was 18. That was only two years ago, so what's so different about Amanda?"
"Nothing, dear. It's just the frequency of the spankings. I spanked you at 18, but not very often. I still spank your little brother, but again it's not very often. From what I hear, it seems to be very frequent at Amanda's. And the way Robb acts when he's around her, it just wouldn't surprise me if she and he don't have one of these disciplinary wives contracts between them. Don't get me wrong. I'm not being critical. God knows there have been many times that I would have loved to take a belt to your father's bare backside."
"Mother," Megan said laughing, "You wouldn't."
"I suppose not. Are you going tonight?"
"Yeah. It's easy money and I don't have any other plans."
Megan arrived at the Jones house at 5:00 as requested. Amanda introduced herself to Megan and told her that her next door neighbor had given her Megan's name as someone who had baby sitting experience and would be very reliable.
They went into the kitchen and sat down. "Before I get ready to go," Amanda said, "I thought I would give you a few instructions. First of all, the reason why I needed you is because he's being punished. He's grounded and I want to make sure he stays put. With no one here, the temptation to leave would be hard to resist."
Megan laughed. "My mother hit the nail right on the head. I asked her why you would need a babysitter for Michael at his age and she said the same thing you just said - that maybe you wanted someone to watch and make sure he doesn't leave the house because he's grounded."
"Oh dear, I thought I made that clear."
"It's ok Mrs. Jones."
"No. I mean about Michael. It's not Michael you're sitting for. He's away for the weekend. It's my husband Robby who is being punished. He's the one that needs a sitter. Does that change things for you?"
Megan, shocked to hear that she had been hired to baby sit a man 9 years her senior, wasn't sure what to say next, but finally said, "I think I'm ok with it."
"Good," Amanda said, "you're not going to have much to do. He's going to be confined to the den or to his room. It may get pretty boring for you. If you like, you can ask a friend to join you for the evening and I will pay her as well. You can talk or watch movies whatever. Now I have an important question for you. How do you feel about spankings?"
Confused, Megan said, "Naturally, I don't like them, but I guess I did deserve them."
"Giving them, not getting them, I meant," Amanda said. "I watched you scold your little brother on your porch one day and promise him a spanking as soon as you got to his room. I thought you handled the situation quite well, which is one of the reasons I asked you to sit tonight."
"Oh, I don't mind giving them. I was glad my mom gave me permission to spank my brother whenever I felt he needed it. It makes it easier when I have to take care of him, because he knows that if he acts up, he will get a spanking from me and most likely another one from my mom or dad when they get home."
"Do you think you can bring yourself to spank Robby for me? Whenever he's grounded, he also gets an early bedtime and a spanking. He's been scheduled for an 8:30 bedtime, so he should get his spanking right before that. It would be great if you could do it. If you can't or don't want to, that's ok. I'll do it tomorrow. The primary reason you're here is to take away the temptation for him to hit the local pub 10 minutes after I leave, but if you were to spank him for me, it would really drive home the point I always make with him and that's if he decides to behave like a 10-year old, he will be punished like a 10-year old and that means a bare bottom spanking and an early bedtime."
"I think I can do it, Mrs. Jones. Can I ask, what did he do?"
"Please call me Amanda and call him Robby. I gave him three very important letters to take to the post office to send them registered mail. I found the letters in his briefcase two weeks later. He almost cost me three of my biggest customers. That kind of irresponsible behavior deserves rather severe punishment, don't you think?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now if you want to call a friend over, please do it now. I'm going to get ready. Just before I leave, I'll call Robby down and read him the riot act in front of both of you. And one more thing. Do you smoke?"
Megan hesitated, because she did and wondered if that made a difference.
Before she could answer, Amanda said, "I don't care if you do. You and your friend can smoke here if you want, but I don't want Robby smoking. That's also part of his punishment. Whenever he is grounded for a weekend, not only do I spank him at least twice, and put him to bed early, I also confiscate his cigarettes and beer, because naughty little boys aren't allowed to smoke and drink like adults."
Amanda went off to get ready for her evening out and Megan called her best friend Rachel to join her.
Megan and Rachel were sitting at the kitchen table. Amanda, dressed in a sleek black cocktail dress and high heeled black leather boots, carried a strap in one hand and a paddle in her other hand, which she placed on the kitchen table. She went to the foot of the stairs and called up, "Robby, I'm getting ready to leave. Please come down here."
Rob blushed when he entered the room and saw Megan and Rachel sitting at the table. "Robby, this is Megan from down the street and her friend Rachel. They will be sitting for you tonight. Megan, Rachel, this is my husband, Robby. Say hello to these nice women, Robby and be pleasant."
"Hi girls," he said.
"Robby! Where are your manners? Since when do you address your babysitters as 'girls'? That's Miss Megan and Miss Rachel to you!"
A very embarrassed Robby looked at the floor and said, "Sorry Ma'am. Sorry Miss Megan. Sorry Miss Rachel. It won't happen again."
"Sit down Robby." After he seated himself, Amanda said, "Robby, I know how disappointed you are about missing dinner and a show with the Robinsons and I hate having to do it, but your disobedience and irresponsible behavior nearly cost me three of my best customers. You know I can't let that go unpunished. At the same time, I don't think I should miss a lovely evening out because of your misbehavior. Do you?"
"No Ma'am."
"Very well. I won't embarrass you by telling the Robinsons that you're not with me because you're being punished. I will tell them that you're not feeling well. But I want you to explain to Megan and Rachel what happens when I find it necessary to punish you."
"Aah, Mandy. Please don't make me do this."
"You will do as you are told young man, if you know what's good for you. You are seconds away from having your face slapped for insubordination."
"When you think I deserve punishment, you ground me ..."
"Don't tell me. I know what I do. Tell your babysitters. Look them in the eyes and tell them how I punish you. Go ahead."
Robb looked at Megan and Rachel. He could feel the burn of shame on his face and his ears tingled. He stammered a little in the beginning, but was finally able to comply with his strict wife's instructions.
"Whenever I misbehave, Amanda punishes me. Most of the time that means I am grounded for the weekend. I have to stay in the house all day Saturday and Sunday, except for church. When I'm not doing chores, I am restricted to our bedroom or the den. I am not allowed to use the telephone or computer and I am only allowed to watch one hour of television. At 8:30, she gives me a sound spanking and puts me to bed with no dinner. I get a second spanking on Sunday."
"Good boy. See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
"No Ma'am."
"I'm going to leave now. Robby, Megan has agreed to administer your spanking tonight. She has experience in spanking little boys. She has a younger brother. Now I want you to report to her at 8:15 and ask her if she would kindly give you the spanking you deserve and I want you to submit to her just as you do to me. If I find that you have not cooperated fully with your sitter, I will triple the punishment you get. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Megan, you have my permission to spank him any way you wish. Do whatever is comfortable for you. When he reports to you at 8:15 he should be in his pjs. I usually make him tell me why he is being punished and admit that he deserves it. Then I tell him to lower his pjs and get over my knee. I spank him with the paddle for 5 to 10 minutes, which I time with the egg timer on the counter. I let him rest for a couple of minutes then have him bend over the kitchen table to receive the strap. He usually gets 2 to 3 dozen strokes with the strap. When you're finished, escort him to the bedroom and tuck him in for the night. Any questions?"
"No," Megan said.
"Any reservations or concerns?"
"No, I think I can handle it. I'm sure Robby will cooperate. I don't think he would want me giving you a bad report that would triple his punishment, would you Robby?"
"No Miss Megan, I wouldn't want that."
"Very well, then. Everything seems to be under control here, so I'm going to take off."
Amanda kissed Rob on the cheek and said, "Goodnight dear. Please behave yourself and do as you are told. I will see you tomorrow. I'm looking forward to seeing the marks on your bottom from the spanking Megan gives you."
Amanda left. Rob went into the den. Megan and Rachel looked at each other and giggled. "Do you believe what just happened?" Megan asked.
"Not in a million years would I have ever thought I would witness what just happened. This is going to be an interesting evening. Thanks for inviting me," Rachel said.
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