I have long had a hobby of amateur hypnosis. I find it's a fascinating subject. Did you know that it's easier to hypnotise smart people that dumb ones? Did you know that if you tell a subject to do something that's against their moral code they'll snap right out of the trance? You have to be careful how you say things. My favourite joke during a session is to leave a post-hypnotic suggestion, nothing harmful, but a source of fun for anyone in the group.
Lately I've been experimenting with unaware hypnotising. That's where you hypnotise a person without them being aware of what you're doing. I thought, as a bit of fun, I'd try it out with Nancy, my babysitter.
Now Nancy is a personable, friendly, eighteen year old, blonde, with a very nice figure. Not a dumb blonde, either, she always seemed quite intelligent to me. I figured she'd be an ideal subject.
When I say she's my babysitter, that's not quite correct. I'm not married and neither do I have any children. I do however, have miscellaneous nieces and nephews who sometimes stay with me. Nancy is my sister's preferred babysitter, so I use her if I have kids staying and have to go out.
As soon as Nancy turned up to sit for me I had her sit at the table while I explained what the kids had been up to. I then proceeded to be as boring as possible, just rambling along in a monotone, depending on good manners to make her listen, or at least to pretend to. At the same time I was playing with a little sun-catcher, letting the light coming through the window catch it and send out little rainbows onto the table.
It didn't take long for Nancy to tune me out as background noise, just nodding her head every so often to show that she was listening. What she was actually doing was concentrating on the sun-catcher and its little rainbows.
I could practically see when she went under. I gently tested with a few subtle commands, which she promptly obeyed. I then worked on putting her deeper until she was fully under my control. Nicely done, if I do say so myself. Unethical? Well, yes. What is your point?
Now that I had her under I had to decide on the type of post-hypnotic command to give her. A few gentle questions determined that she was sexually active but did not have a current partner. I wondered how far I could push her.
"Have you ever been spanked by a man?" I asked, getting a negative reply.
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like if a man was to spank you?"
This time the reply was positive. Some careful probing showed she wasn't averse to the idea of a spanking, just nervous of what would happen if she got into the hands of a sadist.
"After I return tonight, if a suggestion about spanking arises, hint that it's a good idea and you wouldn't mind trying it. When I point out you would have to lose your panties for that to happen, you will find that acceptable, as long as a spanking is all that's going to happen."
Difficult to phrase this so as to make it acceptable. I continued carefully.
"When you are being spanked, I may accidentally touch your pussy. You will pretend not to notice, but will be very aware of the fact that you are a woman and a man has just touched your bare pussy. You will assume that any spanks on your pussy are accidents."
What to do about after the spanking?
"After the spanking, you may be aroused. If so, hold your dress up while you rub your hands on your bottom, letting me see your bare pussy. If you're not aroused, leave your dress down while you rub your bottom. I will suggest you bend over the table. You know that if you do I will have sex with you. You will have to choose whether to bend over, lean back so you can watch me take you, or refuse."
I repeated the commands a few times, trying to make sure that they had registered. Then I brought her up out of the trance, not even knowing she'd been under. I was curious as to what would happen.
Shortly after I departed, leaving Nancy with the kids. It was nearly eleven when I returned.
I suggested coffee to Nancy before she left, seeing it was rather cool out. She agreed and went through to the kitchen to make it. Everything went smoothly, we drank our coffee and Nancy told me how the kids had behaved. Reading between the lines they'd had their moments but she was able to control them. Finishing our coffee Nancy stood up to put the cups on the sink and succeeded in knocking my cup over, spilling the dregs onto the table.
She got all flustered, darting around to mop up the spill, mumbling apologies.
"Relax," I told her. "I'm not going to beat you for a minor mishap."
"Why not?" she muttered, and then seemed to freeze, face slowly turning red.
"Why not, indeed," I murmured. "I don't think it's an accepted practice to spank the babysitter. I'm sorry if that disappoints you."
"I'm the one who's sorry," she said, not looking at me. "I can't believe I made such a remark."
"A Freudian slip, maybe," I suggested. "Your subconscious throwing up a suggestion for you. Maybe you've wondered what it would be like to be spanked by a man, and your inner devil kicked you at just the right moment."
"The wrong moment I think you mean," she said, still avoiding my gaze.
"Mind you, I've nothing per se against giving you a friendly little spanking," I mused. "Would you like to try one for size?"
"You're laughing at me," she said hotly, finally looking at me.
"Mmm," I said, wobbling a hand slightly to suggest maybe a little. "A little. I doubt it would happen. I'd have to lower your panties if I spanked you and you're going red at just the thought of me doing that. I somehow suspect you wouldn't have the nerve to go along with a spanking except in your mind."
"I would, too," she protested. "As long as that was all that was going to happen I could handle it."
"Really?" I asked, pushing my chair back from the table while remaining seated. "Bet you couldn't. Let's see you come and bend over my knee for a spanking. Yes, I know, just a spanking."
She glared at me, hesitating. I let my amusement show, letting her know that I thought she was bluffing. After making a muffled sound that seemed to suggest she was feeling severely put upon she sort of sidled over to where I was sitting.
"Just a spanking," she muttered. "No touching or groping."
"Whatever you say," I told her, a hand on her back easing her over my knee.
I lifted her dress up, took hold of her panties and pushed them down below her knees. I could sense her give a gulp as I did so. I rested one hand casually on her bottom.
"Are you going to change your mind?" I asked, and she just shook her head, probably too nervous to speak.
I spanked her. Three little words, but a lot of fun. I paddled her backside quite firmly, letting her know she was being spanked, not just being placated with a pretend spanking. She gave a few yips and yelps, jerking a couple of times as her bottom warmed up.
She certainly tensed up at one point, when I landed a stinging spank (not too hard) on her mound. She seemed to freeze up again, then slowly relaxed. Her initial reaction had caused her legs to clamp tightly together, but when I didn't seem to notice she relaxed again (or as relaxed as you can get when your bare bottom is being paddled), letting her legs drift apart, even further apart than they had been to start with.
Did I take advantage at the greater exposure caused by her parted legs? Damn right I did. It wasn't long before a few more accidents happened, adding a little flush to her lips, which seemed to swell and pout under my touch.
Nancy was breathing hard and her occasional yelps had an excited tone to them. Time to call a halt to the spanking I decided. I swung her to her feet, leaving her standing there, facing me. Her hands went around to hold her bottom, apparently oblivious to the fact that she was causing her dress to ride up, revealing all, as they say.
I reached out with one finger and lightly ran it along her slit, feeling the heat and moisture.
"Nancy, I want you to bend over the table," I said, standing up while I did so.
She looked at me, hesitating, then started to turn around to bend over. She stopped herself, turned back to face me and backed up to the table, leaning back against it, hands behind her to support her.
She had also, I noticed, managed to keep her dress dragged up high so she was completely exposed, even more so now, leaning back with her legs parted. She watched me while I undid my trousers and dropped them, showing I was ready to take her.
I teased her lips with my cock, just rubbing the head against her lips. She just watched, eyes fastened on where I wasn't quite joined to her, almost holding her breath in anticipation. I pressed against her, gently at first and then then more firmly, feeling her lips yielding to me. Just like that I was past her lips and pushing firmly into her, while Nancy gave a relieved hiss of, "Yessss."
I slid smoothly into place, Nancy pushing eagerly forward to meet me. Properly engaged, I got to work, hands on her hips, driving firmly into her, encouraging her to meet my need. Not that much encouragement was required, she was pushing hard against me from the first stroke, egging me on, demanding I take her harder and faster.
Seeing things were going so nicely I pushed up her top, firstly showing a nice lacy bra and then showing a very nice pair of breasts when I pushed the bra up and off them. Her nipples were hard and her breasts felt softly firm in my grasp. It's odd how breasts can feel both soft and firm. I massaged them, teasing her nipples, trying to ensure the rhythm of my hands kneading her breasts matched the rhythm of my cock plunging into her.
Her legs came up and wrapped around me, her bottom planted on the edge of the table. She clung to me fiercely, her loins grinding against mine with a hungry urgency. I'd just about reached the end of my tether.
I went in even harder, eager to let go, in urgent need of my own release. Nancy was wailing softly, desperately needing me to satisfy her. A few more hard strokes and she gasped, her voice cutting of short, and I could feel her shuddering under me. About time, too, I thought, feeling my own release building up and exploding out of me.
Oddly enough, Nancy handled the aftermath better than I did. I felt as though I'd taken advantage of her. She, on the other hand, seemed to feel that she'd taken advantage of my good nature to lead me astray, and was smugly proud of it, laughing at me when I wanted to discuss what had happened.
