Aunt Kathy took me and Gram out to the mail store today. She typed a letter for Cal explaining my baby-sitting rules. It’s actually worse than I thought it would be. Cal is allowed to bare my bottom and spank me anytime he deems it necessary. He may stand me in a corner for as long as he sees fit. He may discipline me in any way he sees fit. Aunt Kathy went on to note in the letter that this could include soap, castor oil or anything else Cal might wish to do to me. He also had to feed me, burp me, and bathe me. Everything you might need to do for a baby. The only stipulation was that Cal could not leave permanent marks.
When I read this the first time I told Aunt Kathy I wouldn’t sign it. That may have been my greatest mistake yet. Aunt Kathy immediately turned me over her knee, bared my bottom and tanned my hide. She kept spanking me until I finally agreed to sign it. My bottom was sore the entire trip over to the mail store.
The public notary was a nice old lady who was very thorough. She read the whole document and tried very hard not to giggle. The mirth in her look as she read my drivers license and looked at the document was embarrassing, I was so glad to get out of there.
When we got home Aunt Kathy reminded me that I needed to be wearing my baby clothes that night. As the hour rolled around to start my first night with a baby-sitter, I got a surprise. After I was all dressed pacifier and everything, Aunt Kathy reminded me that I had been naughty this morning, had I forgotten my refusal to sign the letter? I was mortified, it was bad enough that Cal was going to see me like this but to find me bare bottomed and draped over a chair! I started to plead with Gram but she gave me the look and I knew I was in for it. Ten minute’s before Cal was due to show up, Aunt Kathy came into the living room. She was carrying two documents. My notarized letter, and a list of spanking instructions. She set the letter and the instructions on the coffee table next to the hairbrush and looked meaningfully at me. I went over to the big blue armchair, and dropping my diaper, draped myself over the chair. It was extremely humiliating to lay there so exposed, so vulnerable. Waiting for a man I wanted to have sex with to come and spank me for being a naughty little girl.
I heard the doorbell ring and Gram and Aunt Kathy answered it together. I could tell they were excited. I heard Cal talking to them and then silence. The silence was the most worrying.
“Goodbye Jackie, have a fun evening.” Aunt Kathy called.
“Night dear.” Was Grams only comment
I didn’t choose to answer.
I heard the door slam and heavy footsteps proceeded to the living room where I lay. As Cal entered the living room I heard him pause and catch his breath. I must have been a pretty sight, draped over the armchair diapers around my feet, bare bottom pointed up at the ceiling. I must have missed a few seconds because I heard Cal remove the papers from the coffee table.
“Well Jackie, it seems we’ve been a bad girl. Anything you want to say for yourself?” Cal inquired.
“No Sir.” By now I new better than to argue. I always lost and the spankings got worse.
