A Baby-sitter Blunders
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.