I’m not yet fifteen and I am a failure.  You don’t know how hard it was to say that.  I totally failed as a babysitter.  I’ve had about ten clients and with one exception none of them wanted me back.  I really don’t know what is wrong but I’m quitting.  The one exception is Jake who was the first and turned the tables on me as explained in my previous report.© Y Lee Coyote

Something else also happened that I don’t like for my own parents have decided that I need to have a sitter again.  They tell me that they are worried about leaving me alone since I’m moping about a lot.  I’ve overheard them saying other stuff like I’m depressed, acting up and a mess of stuff that I don’t understand.

I will say this for them that they try to make it the best they can.  No silly girls just a bit older that I would see at school to be laughed at by.  They get somewhat older guys whom I can at least play with.  Today we are expecting Oscar.  He used to sit me years ago and although he is more than ready, willing and very able to spank me, he is a good guy.

I am surprised to see Jake, his kid brother, rather than Oscar when I respond to the doorbell.  He greets me politely and says he must talk to my parents.  In a minute the four of us are together.

“I’m sorry to report that less than an hour ago Oscar sprained his ankle very badly playing ball in the park.  The EMTs took him to the ER to check for broken bones.  Obviously, he cannot sit Teddy this evening.  Not only am I here to explain this but to offer my services as a sitter so that you don’t have to cancel your plans as getting someone at this late hour on this busy weekend is most unlikely.  Of course, the decision is yours.” explained Jake.

I’m horrified.  This cute little monster had turned the tables on me when I was sitting him and even spanked me several times.  It is scary to contemplate what he might do if he is the sitter.  OTOH, if my ‘rents stay at home they will blame me for spoiling their evening and find cause to spank me.  Neither is a good option.

“Aren’t you a little young for this Jake?” my dad asked.

“I’m of legal age and I have a sitter’s certificate.  Also, I know how to call 911 and if things get beyond my capabilities but not to the 911 level my parents will return home in an hour and can be here in just five minutes.” said the smart aleck.

My ‘rents talked privately for a couple of minutes and accepted my new young sitter.  He quickly asked for contact info, my bedtime and what chores and homework I had to do.  My parents were impressed and I was horrified.  They left.  The Monster was now in charge.

After we ate, Jake told me to do my kitchen chores and went to the family room.  I did a quick job and joined him to play video games but he went to inspect the kitchen.  He was not satisfied!  He explained that I made several errors in loading the dishwasher and guided me how to correct things.  I wonder why mom didn’t explain things to me like that.  The real issue was the garbage.  I explained that the pickup was not until Tuesday but he told me that was a different chore.  Today’s chore was to take the stuff from the kitchen to the bins by the garage so it would not smell up the house.

Such neglect was, you guessed it, a spankable offence.  I quickly lost my clothes and was over his all-to-familiar lap for my punishment.  He spanked hard with his hand to start and then switched to his folded belt.  That hurt a lot more and I couldn’t help but to cry, alas, like a baby.

Then he made me take out the garbage.  I started to put my jeans back on but he prevented me doing that and ordered me to go naked adding  “No one cares about seeing your little peepee.”  He still had his belt in his hand so I did.  I ran hoping no one would see me.  Fortunately, no one seemed to be around.

When I got back, he parked me in the corner while he watched some stupid TV show.  I really felt like a little kid being naked with a hot red botty.

I was still cooling my rear end when the doorbell chimed.  Jake answered the call and I felt the draft from the open door.  Some girls were selling Girl Scout (surely made from real girl scouts) cookies.  He told them he was just the sitter and to try another time.  Then I heard one of them squeal “LOOK! There’s a naughty red bottomed boy in the corner.”

“Yeah, that is Teddy.” replied the other. «Oh, shit, they must be neighbors and now they know for sure that I get spanked by the sitter.  They’ll surely tell everyone.» I thought.  Then Jake said goodbye and closed the door.

After some video games, Jake asked if I could get ready for bed by myself and I assured him that I could.  I ran the shower a bit and then did my teeth and peed.  Jake noticed how dry my towel and I were and made me shower while he watched and gave instructions about my middle bits.  It would have been a zillion times worse worse if he had washed me. «shudder»

When we got to my bedroom I started to put on my PJ’s but he stopped me.  “Lying is a serious offence which earns a strapping.” he said.  That was scary.  Then the sound of the belt being pulled from his pants made me remember the pain from the strapping Oscar gave me when he found me reading his erotica.  “Bend over with your hands on the bed, boy.”

WHACK! went the belt and I yelled.  It hurt as badly as when Oscar strapped me even though Jake was smaller.  I had to count and I missed a couple so I got sixteen vicious cuts.  I won’t be able to sit right for a week at least.

I was bawling when the Monster put me into my bed and turned out the light.  I cried myself to sleep.