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Date Posted: Monday, July 23, 2012, 02:53: pm
In reply to:
Mitch
's message, "Re: Babysitters" on Saturday, July 21, 2012, 01:34: pm
" ... What no one back then knew except me was that I really liked spanking boys. ...."
No doubt, Barbara.
I have mentioned my slightly older cousin Rene and the fact that she was for many years the family duty babysitter.
When I went into the military I lost track of several of my cousins but a few years later when I was on the West Coast I managed to give her a call and that developed into a weekend visit.
By then she was divorced and living in a nice condo in one of the suburbs of Los Angeles. Eventually after a few martinis the conversation got around to some of the things we did growing up and she admitted that not only did she like spanking me or one of the other cousins, male or female, she also said that she liked to have me over her laps with my bare heiney turning red the most because I was the oldest cousin after her and the cockiest. Apparently that was meant in both ways.
She also admitted that quite often she contrived to catch me doing something that gave her the excuse to spank. For instance she would start a conversation as she was changing from a dress into a night shirt which would usually draw me into the room where she could accuse me of being a Peeking Tom. Or, while dresses in the '50s usually reached an inch or two below the knee, she would bring one very short old threadbare nightshirt on evenings when she was to stay over. Then it was easy to let the bottom hem roll up to about half-thigh and of course which ever male cousin she was baby sitting would be unable to not let their eyes roam to the forbidden area.
I remembered her giving me the choice of removing my PJ bottoms and letting her spank me or taking the chance that she might/would tell my mom about my "gawking" at her thighs and trying to see her panties.
Knowing the way my mother reacted to such things, I never considered that she might notice how short the night shirt was and decide that it was a set-up. Then when I suggested to Rene that she do the spanking she would at first agree and then once I was naked below the waist demurr and act as if she didn't want to donthe spanking until I would be on the verge of tears, begging her for the punishment. I remembered those nights pretty well as they usually co-incided with a night when she had one of her girl friends keeping her company.
Another ploy was to pretend that she needed help un-zipping a dress or unsnapping her bra and somehow an accidental exposure of her breasts would occur for which I would be blamed.
Of course, it had become obvious that I enjoyed the exposure of what today is called a CFNM situation, especially when she had her friend along for the evening.
Well, one thing came after another and somehow a glass of wine was spilled on my slacks which caused her to offer to run them through the washig machine. Once I removed the khakis I usually wore there was a stain on my cotton undershorts and she insisted they go in the wash also. As soon as they were off and in th wash she handed me an old cloth towel with instructions to wipe up the mess on the kitchen floor. It was obvious that she was falling into the game pattern of our youth and I went along and soon I was stretched out over her lap again and she was rubbing the mounds in anticipation.
The only down side was that my ship only occasionally docked in Long Beach or San Pedro so me visits to see Irene were about a year apart.
Now it is many years later and we only talk on the phone occasionally or exchange instant messages, but she almost never fails to remind me of how cute my pale pink heiney looked when I was all the way over her knees.
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