Pete missed Emily dearly. He was older now, and his long-time sitter's services were no longer needed. Pete had grown close with Emily during their time together. She was always so kind and loving towards him, and she took good care of him.
Now, at eighteen years old, he missed moments that he never appreciated when he was younger. He missed playtime with Emily. He missed being tucked in at night. One thing he thought he'd never miss was being reprimanded when he would get on her nerves. He loved being a good boy for her, and the thought of her being mad at him was devastating back then. Now, he would remember those times fondly. Her rare emotional outbursts were proof she cared deeply for him.
He recalled his dad spanking Emily from time to time when she'd mess up and wondered why that treatment was only reserved for her. He questioned why no one cared about him enough to spank him when he was bad. He felt left out and lonely.
Often, when he was alone in his room, he'd fantasize about his babysitter taking him over her knee for a bare bottom spanking. These repeated thoughts usually led to heavy orgasms. The kind of release that couldn't be replicated by viewing the popular porn his friends raved about.
He realized early on that his sexual desires weren't normal and kept them hidden from his friends and various partners out of shame. Privately, he'd view spanking videos or read stories, but his best experiences were when it was just him and his mind alone, dreaming up scenarios involving Emily.
As his need increased, it occurred to him that he could probably contact Emily. He was sure her number was still in his dad's phone. The thought was scary, though. What if she rejected him or was disgusted by what he wanted? Even worse, what if she told his dad? He figured it would be best to leave her alone, and he resolved to fantasize in silence, but the need kept increasing.
One day, he saw his dad's phone on the counter. A twinge of excitement arose in his chest. He saw his dad engaged in conversation outside with their neighbor, so he quickly grabbed the phone and sent Emily's contact information to his own phone and deleted the text out of his dad's message history. More excitement tingled through his body when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
For several days, Pete contemplated texting Emily, often drafting a message before chickening out and deleting it. Over time, his obsession grew as Emily occupied his mind daily. He decided he had to try, because doing nothing was driving him crazy, so he texted her, choosing his words carefully.
"Hi, Emily,
This is Pete. You babysat me for years. I was hoping we could chat."
Chills ran up and down his spine as he hit send. The text was innocent enough. He didn't know whether he actually wanted her to reply. If she ignored him, it would at least give him some closure, and he'd know to stop pursuing. If she answered, he'd have to actually tell her why he contacted her, which was the scarier option.
He couldn't put his phone down the whole day, checking it constantly. He began to think maybe she was ignoring him. Every time his phone received a notification, his excitement was met with a lame email or sports update. He was tilting, regretting sending anything and trying to stifle the rising panic in his chest when his phone buzzed unmistakenly in his pocket. He quickly took it out, and sure enough, there was a text from Emily. Excitedly, he ran to his room to read it in private.
"Hi, Pete, I'd love to chat! :) Would you like to call tonight?"
Pete's heart was pounding. He didn't think he'd get this far. He would rather keep texting where he could carefully choose his words, but he wasn't about to decline her invitation.
"Yes," he texted.
"How about now?" she asked.
Pete took a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves, and hit call.
"Hello?" Emily answered quickly.
"Hi, Emily,"
"Hi, Pete." An awkward pause followed as Pete struggled with his words, unsure of how to proceed.
"Is everything okay?" Emily asked with concern.
"Yes, yes. I just miss you a lot, and I've been thinking about you lately."
"Aww, I miss you too, Pete. I loved spending time with you. You were so fun to hang out with."
"I-I just wish we could hang out again."
There was a short pause as Pete waited anxiously for Emily's reply. "What's this about, Pete?"
He didn't know what to say. Panicking, he hung up. "Idiot!" he yelled at himself while putting his face in his hands and pulling at his hair far past the point of pain. His anxiety was on overload as he closed in on another panic attack, which had become more frequent lately.
His frantic state of mind was interrupted by his buzzing phone. It was Emily calling his phone. He answered the call, remaining silent.
"Pete?" Emily questioned softly.
Her voice calmed him down immediately. "Yes?"
"Talk to me, hon. What's going on? Is everything all right at home?"
"Yes, everything is fine," Pete answered, realizing it was now or never. "I've just been craving something, and I'm too afraid to ask."
"What is it, hon?"
Pete took a deep breath. "I want a spanking."
