It was during the school holidays that my nephew, Colin, decided to spend a weekend with me. He did this because Uncle James is his favourite uncle and he wanted to spend some time with me. The fact that I have a very large high definition television set, plus an excellent broadband internet connection, was irrelevant. His bringing his X-box and connecting it to the television and internet was just coincidence.
I did play a few games with him, much to my sorrow. He was far more skilled at it than I was. He suggested I find other things to play with and connected with friends through the net. It was a trifle disconcerting. He'd be yelling something, I'd say what, and he'd point out he's not talking to me. I left him to it.
Colin is only ten and his mother insists that he go to bed at a set time. I may have stretched the time a little on the Friday but he was asleep by ten. He was also up by eight, playing more games.
I had him until Sunday, which meant that I was going to need a sitter for Saturday night. Colin carefully explained that he was quite capable of looking after himself for a few hours and he'd go to bed at the correct time. I carefully explained that he would look after himself at night over my dead body, literally so if my sister found out that I'd left him home alone. I arranged a sitter.
Not having children meant I didn't have a sitter on call. I did what any man in this situation would do. I asked a neighbour with kids for the name and number of a sitter and was given a couple. The first young lady apologised and pointed out that I'd left it a little late and she already had an engagement. I was luckier with the second call.
The second sitter's name was Kylie. Initially she turned me down, saying she didn't bother to babysit any more. I sighed and asked if she knew anyone else who would be willing to keep an eye on a ten year old boy for s few hours. She um'ed and ah'ed for a few moments then said that she'd do it. Her plans for the evening had just fallen through so she might as well as it would give her something to do. We arranged times and pay rate (outrageous, but I had no-one else) and I hung up.
I was relieved when Kylie fronted up as arranged. She was quite a pretty young woman, a redhead of about twenty. I introduced her to Colin and explained when his mother expected him to go to bed and when Colin expected to go to bed. She would have to handle the discrepancy as best she could. Then I got the hell out of there.
It was around midnight when I got back. I saw the TV was on with a game in progress and for a moment I thought Colin was still up. At that point the main character in the game got destroyed in a very nasty fashion and the sweet sounding contralto that yelled damn-it was not Colin. Apparently Kylie was amusing herself.
"Leave him dead," I told her, being answered by a shriek, Kylie not having noticed I was there. "Come and have some coffee before you leave."
She stood up, hand pressed against her breasts. (Very nice breasts, too.)
"You gave me a fright," she reprimanded. "I didn't know you were home. You should have called out or something."
"I did call out," I pointed out. "That's why you jumped and screamed."
"I didn't scream," she informed me. "I was just a little startled."
"Uh-huh. Coffee?" Trust me, she screamed. I know a scream when I hear one.
She followed me into the kitchen and I made the coffee while she told me how her night had gone. Similar to mine the previous evening, with the devious little brute finding ways to defer going to bed. Still, she did have him down around ten which wasn't bad going.
After we'd finished our coffee I opened my wallet and emptied it into her hands while she just smiled and accepted the largesse. Then things went a little sour for her. Her bag was sitting on the end of the table and she reached for it to put her hard-earned money away. She didn't have a proper grip and the bag slipped out of her grasp and spilled things all over the table. It is amazing how much stuff a woman puts in her bag.
Face red she started shovelling it all back in her bag. Spotting something that looked familiar I reached over and picked it up. It was a crystal dragon - a very nice specimen.
"Very nice," I told her, looking at the dragon, "but you really shouldn't carry him on your bag that way. If you have to carry it around put it in bubble-wrap. I have one like this and I know how much they cost."
I looked up at her as I was saying this and her face was now really red and she was biting her lip.
"Oh," was all I said, looking down at my little crystal dragon.
"No, don't say anything," I put in quickly when she opened her mouth. I didn't care if it was an apology or an explanation, I didn't want to hear it. I just wanted to sit quietly for a moment without strangling her.
There was silence for a moment and then she did speak.
"Ah, I guess I'd better be going," she mumbled.
"No."
"No?"
"I think some sort of penalty is called for, don't you?"
"What do you mean?"
I deliberately ran my eyes over her, lingering on her breasts.
"If you think I'm going to fuck you, you're mad," she snapped. "No way known."
"Get your mind out of the gutter," I told her. "I wasn't going to suggest any such thing. I was just thinking that you're still young enough to benefit from a good spanking."
"You're mad," she breathed. "Do you really think I'm going to let you spank me?"
"I have no idea," I calmly told her. "You may prefer that I tell everyone I know about the babysitter who pinches things. I'm sure your parents will hear about it soon enough. It's a good thing you don't do many sitting jobs anymore. I don't think many will be coming your way."
"You wouldn't."
"I think I would," I said thoughtfully. "It may help other people realise where little items may have vanished to."
"What? I've never. . ." Her voice trailed away as it dawned on her that now she had.
"You'd destroy my reputation," she said in a very small voice.
I shook my head. "Not me. You."
She was back to biting her lip while she thought this over, her shoulders slumping slightly as it dawned on her how badly she'd screwed up.
"Um, if I agree to the spanking you won't tell anyone?" she asked.
"Not even the police," I assured her.
"The police?" she yelped.
"I believe I hinted earlier that the dragon was expensive."
"Oh. But he's just a glass toy."
"No," I said, shaking my head. "He's an excellent example of hand cut crystal. A very high quality crystal, too."
I picked up the dragon in one hand and took her by the elbow with the other. She hadn't exactly said so but she was going to go along with the spanking. I steered her back to the front room, pointed to the couch and told her to sit down. After that I went and put the dragon back in the crystal cabinet.
Sitting down next to Kylie I took her elbow and gave a gentle tug, patting my lap at the same time. Reluctance in every inch of her body she leaned towards me, finishing up across my lap, bottom up. I flicked her dress up, revealing a pair of almost invisible panties. They seemed to consist of a very fine transparent mesh apart from some additional material to allow some discretion.
I gave her a couple of firm spanks, one on each cheek, more of a starter than a real spank. Then I peeled down her panties. Boy, did that get a reaction.
"Wait. What are you doing?"
"Baring your bottom for your spanking," I said innocently.
"You can't do that. Leave my pants alone."
"I've already done that," I pointed out, patting her bottom. "And, please, no arguments about your spanking. If you argue I'll have to add an additional penalty, probably insisting that you remove all your clothes."
"You wouldn't dare," she said, sounding as though she knew I would.
"I would and any more nonsense from you and that's what will happen. Understand?"
She nodded and stopped wriggling. I delivered a nice firm spank to her bottom, resulting in a nice red handprint. Another firm spank to the other cheek resulted in another handprint and a revolt.
