Message-ID: <14708eli$9808232214@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: campblood@aol.com (CampBlood) Subject: STORY: The Trouble with Playing Doctor: PART TWO Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998082319505100.PAA27375@ladder03.news.aol.com> Hi! Thanks so much for all the kind words regarding PART ONE!! Here it is, mostly plot, but building wonderfully (I think)... Please enjoy, and watch for PART THREE!! :o) Opening the door, he got the shock of his young life. On his bed sat not only a fully dressed Caitlyn, but also Maureen. Maureen had her arms crossed and glared at the boy in a manner which made his stomach knot in discomfort. He had felt like throwing up the moment he had seen the two together. He was literally caught, pencil in one hand, lubricant in the other. There was no lie he could fabricate which would get him on favorable grounds with the babysitter now. He did the next best thing he could think of at the time. The ten-year old boy started to cry. Maureen only scowled at the boy with unsympathetic eyes. She watched as his chest heaved between light sobs, knowing the embarrassment the child must be feeling to be crying in front of two girls, but yet feeling no pity. She waited patiently for the boy to stop, said nothing as his muffled sobs became wet sniffles and finally quieted altogether. Only then did she speak. Her words did not pacify the boy’s shame at his situation, nor were they meant to. “You little monster!” she said sharply, “What’s that in your hand? Tell me!” Jason jumped at the tone of her voice and looked down at his sweaty hands. “Hand cream,” he said miserably. He would have loved to lie, but it was all too obvious. A feeling of doom encompassed him. “What’s in your other hand?” Maureen asked. “A pencil...,” his feeble voice trailed off. “What were you going to do with it?” his new babysitter demanded. Caitlyn looked on with bitter interest. She seemed remarkably calm, Jason thought, considering she was in as much trouble as him. “We were...just...playing...,” the boy said, listening to his voice tremble, the parched feeling in his throat letting him know he was near tears again. He did not want to break down again, had hated crying earlier, knowing even as the tears had dripped from his long lashes and thin snot had caked his upper lip like a transparent mustache, that boys just didn’t cry in front of girls their own age. It was simply against the rules. “Playing?” Maureen asked, sounding very angry to the little boy. “What on earth were you playing with a pencil and a tube of hand cream? Tell me, Jason, what were you planning on doing with that pencil? I really want to know.” The boy could not bring himself to answer. He felt his knees start to shake as he fought to keep from crying and humiliating himself again. Looking down, he was amazed to see his hands were quivering as well, the pencil waving like an unadorned Flagstaff. “Well? Answer me!” “He was going to put it in my bottom,” Caitlyn chirped in, staring at the nervous boy and sounding vaguely triumphant in her answer. Her gaze fell on Maureen. “He told me that if I didn’t agree to be his slave and let him stick things in me that he would hit me and then tell all my friends at school that I let him do it anyway.” Her voice rang with a false sense of smugness and triumph which seemed to go unnoticed by Maureen. Jason almost fell over when he heard the little girl’s words. His stomach lurched hard in the pit of his belly. He looked at her incredulously, stunned to the point of being mute. Somewhere, far off, his mind registered that his mouth was agape and he consciously closed it. The little girl who had thought he was cute was now lying to his face, accusing him of deeds he would never have even thought of, trying her hardest to save her own butt and get him into deeper trouble! “Liar!” he managed to yell, his cheeks hot and flushed with anger. Now it was his turn to glare. Both Maureen and Caitlyn looked mildly amused at the one-word outburst. “If she’s lying,” Maureen stated calmly, “then why did I find her in here with her pants down and her bottom facing the ceiling, just waiting for you to come back?” “We were playing Doctor!” Jason almost yelled, still glaring at the girl, praying she would back him up. “She was going to let me examine her butt and take her temperature! It was all her idea! I swear! Tell her, Caitlyn!” There was desperate urgency in his voice. Maureen obviously did not believe the boy. “Why would she possibly want you to stick things up her bottom?” Jason balked. He could not think of a good answer to that question. His silence sealed his fate as his mind raced for a logivcal reply. He only looked pitifully at Maureen, and then back to Caitlyn. The girl still showed absolutely no sign of backing his story. In fact, Jason noted, she still looked very relaxed about the whole incident. Strange...it was almost as if she had expected to get caught... “I thought so!” Maureen declared, construing his silence as a confession. “Well, I absolutely refuse to take care of a disgusting little liar like you so I’m going to call your parents right now. They can come back and deal with you themselves, for all I care. First you terrorize a little girl, threaten her, then make her submit to your warped urges, making her expose herself to you, then lie, then expect her to lie to get you out of trouble! I’m sure your parents will be very proud of you, not to mention happy that they had to turn right around and come back from their trip because their little baby is out of control and trying to stick things into his classmates’ bottoms. What do you think they will say when I tell them all this, Jason?” Jason was starting to feel his knees tremble again. His mother he could handle. He had no doubt of that. His father was another story. Once, when he was about five, his father had grabbed him in anger and had dislocated his left elbow. There had been an official investigation, but the case had eventually been closed, based largely on the testimony of the mother. His father had not touched him since. It was the last time he had disobeyed his father, though. He supposed he loved his father, but very much feared the man, certainly would do anything to avoid incurring his wrath. “Do you have to call?” he asked timidly. His throat was hot and he knew he was going to start crying again very soon. His knees continued to tremble beyond his control. “Of course!” Maureen answered pragmatically. “You need to be punished for what you did to Caitlyn, not to mention what you were going to do to her bottom.” “Can’t you punish me?” the boy asked, suddenly hopeful. He envisioned being grounded for the rest of the weekend, condemned to his room where his television, Nintendo, stereo and roughly two thousand dollars worth of toys waited patiently for their owner’s attention. Maureen seemed to think very hard about the question. Then, finally, she agreed to punish the child herself, telling Jason how lucky he was that she was so nice to him and willing to spare him the embarrassment and pain of having to explain his nasty actions to him Mom and Dad. Jason painfully thanked his babysitter. For perhaps the first time in his life, he was grateful to another person. He would be only too happy to submit to her punishment. The look of utter relief on the boy’s face, however, changed rapidly as he became crestfallen and quite pale while listening to Maureen state his punishment. “First, you will take a bath. Since little boys can be really dirty in their private areas, you will focus on those areas the most. If you do not seem especially clean in those areas after your bath, I will make you take another bath, this time, though, Caitlyn will help you while I watch. This includes you penis, balls and fanny. Wash them carefully. Put on only your underwear after your bath. Next, after the bath, you will be spanked with your shorts pulled down and bare bottomed over my lap. Caitlyn will help by holding your legs. After I am convinced that you are truly sorry for what you did and I feel your little heiny is sufficiently red, then I will let Caitlyn continue to spank you until she feels that justice has been served. Remember, she is the real victim here, not you! After your spanking, you will stand in the corner for one hour with your underwear down about your knees. We will both carefully watch the shades of pink fade from your bare bottom while you are made to stare at the wall and consider your naughtiness. Any excessive whining or crying will be taken as a plea for more spanking and I or Caitlyn will be more than happy to oblige. When corner-time is over, we will travel to your bedroom where you will be placed over my lap. Since you seem to have a passion for taking the temperatures of well children, then it certainly won’t hurt to take yours. I even have a real rectal thermometer and some Vaseline out in the first-aid kit in my car. We will take your temperature in you bottom every two hours from then on, until your parents come home. If you complain too much or refuse, then I will call them immediately. I might even call the police, too, because I have a funny feeling that terrorizing this pretty child and then forcing her to take a pencil up her bottom is probably illegal. You might even go to jail! If you ever tell your parents, Caitlyn and I will deny everything. Therefore, if I were you, I would just accept your fate. Sometimes I will take your temperature, other times I will let Caitlyn do it. Most of the time we will probably both do it. From now on, you will wear only underwear around the house. If you complain, you will go completely naked with bare bottom spankings every two hours and rectal temperatures every hour. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Little Boy?” When she was through, Jason was very glad that he had used the bathroom so recently, because he felt a small damp stain at his crotch where urine had begun to flow seemingly without his control. He turned quickly so no one would notice the wet spot on the front of his pants, and, choking back tears and snot, headed to the bathroom to begin his bath and his punishment. TO BE CONTINUED--------------------------------- Hope you like it so far!! Please send any comments my way!! love---nicky :o) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----