A lesson from the Babysitter
"Oh god damnit!"
It had been going like any other day. I was home for the night, sitting on the couch, playing one of my favorite video games. My younger brother was in bed, falling asleep, it was a friday night, and I had the whole weekend to do my favorite activity, sit around and play video games all day.
"Shit!"
I was playing Gears of War 2, one of my favorite games. It's a shooting game, a graphic, bloody, exciting shooting game. I was playing online, against some friends, where the object of the game was to kill each other. Normally I do quite well against them, but this particular night, I was getting my ass kicked.
"Ok, enough of this!"
Usually I don't get upset on games like this, but I had been killed repeatedly with a weapon called a Boomshot. Its name kinda gives it away. Aim, fire, boom. Every round this was happening. To add insult to injury, my friends were starting to laugh at me. My reputation was being ruined! So a little bit of irritation at constant slaughtering was perfectly understandable.
"Fuck!"
My team ended up losing, 5 to 1. Feeling particularly pissed off, I shut down my Xbox 360 and stood up. I needed something to take my mind off the game. My living room had nothing of interest to me at the time. The t.v. against one wall, the computer in a corner, the couch against the wall opposite the t.v. and a small table infront of the couch. Cursing my luck and seeing nothing to do, I started to walk down the small hallway just beyond the living room, occasionally tripping over some trash scattered around the floor.
The hall, like the living room, had few decorations and was cluttered with things. I stepped into the bathroom, just to the left of entering the hall, and started to run some cool water from the sink. Taking a handfull, I threw it on my face. I wasn't feeling any better, which was odd, because I usually did after doing that. Looking up at the mirror, I saw that I looked exausted, irritable, and most of all, unattractive. My red fur looked filthy from my earlier game of football I played outside with some friends. A fine hit with the ladies, when Hell freezes over. Disgusted, I stalked back out of the bathroom and back towards the living room. I seemed to get there just in time, because no sooner had I sat back down than I started to hear a knock at the door.
I quickly crossed over to the door. Who could this be at 8:30? Looking through the view hole, I wasn't able to see who my mystery guest was, for they were standing too close to the door. Seeing how I lived in an apartment building, and the only way to get in was for someone to press the door key in their apartment, I knew it was one of the neighbors.
"Who is it?" I called out, not really trying to hide the impatientence in my voice.
"The babysitter" a voice called back. The first thing that stood out about the voice was that it sounded sorta kind, cheery and, if you will, musical. Almost like the kind of babysitter you would expect to see in an old movie. The second thing that stood out to me was the fact that there was a babysitter outside my door in the first place.
My mom might have been a single parent who worked at night, but she never hired a babysitter for me and my brother before, especially since I was 16. Had I not been so angry, I would have thought this strange and maybe would have called my mom. But I my current state, I was more insulted than I was anything else.
"Look lady," I said, trying to sound polite, "My brother's already asleep and I'm going to bed soon as well, my mom will be home in a few hours anyway, so your services aren't required."
"That's not what your mom said on the phone. She said that she wouldn't be home until about 10 in the morning, and that she wanted me to watch over you guys until then."
I should have called mom myself, but like I said, my anger wasn't exactly helping me think straight. The woman's words sounded logical, and this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, so I unlocked the door to let her in. I then turned and walked back to the couch to pick up my keys off the table. I wanted to go for a drive to see if that would calm me down.
"Where do you think you're going?" the woman asked me.
"I'm just going for a drive..."
Turning around, my broke off when I caught sight of my babysitter. She was the most beautiful wolfess I had ever seen. The first thing I noticed was, being that I was a teenage boy, her large round breasts and the tight tee shirt covering them. I seen that she wasn't wearing a bra, noticed the way they moved up and down as she breathed, noticed that she was watching me stare at them...
I suddenly snapped my eyes to her face, glad my red fur hid the fact I was blushing. The wolfess didn't look mad or offended from my staring. She was, in fact, smiling. Her pale gold eyes quickly scanned over me as she spoke.
"So, where were you planing on driving to?"
"Oh nowhere really... I was just going to the gas station... and maybe just drive... around..."
I was having a hard time finding words to say as she started to walk over to me. I couldn't help but notice the way her perfect breasts bounced up and down as she walked. Up and down... up and down...
I realized I was staring again so I looked away from her. What was wrong with me? Normally I didn't have this sort of problem. She probably thought I was some kind of pervert. I distracted myself by watching the clock on the wall over the t.v. It was 8:32. So busy was I in doing this, that I didn't notice her walk right up to me. I immediatly detected some kind of scent, but was sure it was some kind of perfume. Turning to face her, I spun around and almost got a face full of breast. She was practically standing on top of me! This surprised me, and caused me to lose my balance and fall backwards.
She started to laugh, and I felt incredibly stupid for falling. I did notice however, that the wolfess was incredibly tall, taller than me by at least a head. And I'm not short for my age either, standing at 5 foot 9 inches. Taking a seat on the couch. she leaned back and closed her eyes. I caught myself just in time as I started to stare at her boobs again.
I decided instead, to take this time to inspect her. She was wearing a tight pink tee shirt, a pair of tight blue jeans that did a fine job of showing off her round ass, and pink socks. She had shoulder length pink hair, light grey fur, and a small piercing in her left ear that had a small pink gemstone in it. I guessed that her favorite color was pink, and was willing to bet she had on a pair of tight pink panties.
I stood back up and started to walk towards the door. Halfway there, the wolfess calmly spoke.
"You probably shouldn't go out at this time, just take some time to relax."
"Um... ok." I agreed. Placing my keys into my pocket, I sat down on the couch next to her.
"So," she asked me, "What's your name?"
"Spencer" I sounded like an ass saying it the way I did.
"That's a nice name, mine's Racheal. Um... do you normally have a staring problem?"
Damn it, I thought, my eyes had started to drift down from her face to her breasts again.
"Uh..." I started to say.
Racheal smiled.
"It's ok," she said, "I'm used to it. I take staring as a compliment, because so many guys do it. I-"
My eyes started to drift down again as Racheal continued to speak. Luckily for me, she wasn't looking at me at the moment, so I was able to catch myself again. Before I could lift my eyes back to her face, I couldn't help but notice that her nipples seemed to be sticking out. I felt my cock start to harden, so I quickly got up and started to walk to the kitchen.
Halfway across the room I felt something hit me in the back of the head. Hard. I remembered blacking out.
I awoke some time later, and immediately thought I was blind. I couldn't see! I then realized that for some reason I was wearing a blind fold. I tried to move my arm to take it off and realized my arms were bound to something. I tried to move my legs, and found that they were bound in a way that left me exposed. I took no comfort to the fact that I was laying on my back. I started to panic. Even worse, I discovered that I was naked except for the pair of briefs I was wearing. I was about to call out for help when I heard a voice speak to me, somewhere behind me.
"So, I see you've finally awakened. You were keeping me waiting, not a smart move on your part."
It was Racheal's voice, though it was missing the kind, cheery tone it had earlier. Now it sounded cruel, hateful, evil. And it still had the musical quality to it.
"Where am I? What did you do to me? Where's my brother!?!" I shouted.
"Shut it bitch!" She slapped me and placed her hand around my neck. "You don't get to talk unless you're spoken to, understand?"
I nodded. Being unable to see was bad enough, but now I threatened by an obviously crazy woman. I needed to get free. I needed to run. I needed to see...
"Where you are doesn't matter, it's far away from that apartment. And noone is around to hear you scream, so don't bother, unless you wanna piss me off. What I'm going to do to you, you'll find out soon enough," a hint of laughter in her voice, scaring me further, "and you don't have to worry about your brother. He's still safe at home, with your real babysitter watching over him."
"Real babysitter? What do you mea-"
She slapped me again, this time harder. I shut up quick.
"Yes you idiot, haven't you figured it out yet? I'm obviously not a babysitter, am I?"
I almost asked how she knew about us having a babysitter, but caught myself just in time.
"I'm sure you're wondering about how I knew you were going to have a babysitter. Truth is, my girlfriend is your real one. I just got to you first. Good thing too, now I can make you pay for the trouble you cause us."
What the hell was she talking about? I rarely left my apartment except to go to school. I tried to remember what I could have do to invoke that wrath of this wolfess.
"You look confused, let me remind you. A few months ago, you took a picture of my girlfriend's niece, Sally, and sent it to everyone in your school-"
"That wasn't my fault! Someone got a hold of my phone and sent it! I-"
"Shut up!" Racheal shouted, punching me in the stomach. "Every night, you make all kinds of racket with those damn games of yours, you park you car in random spots, mostly ours, and you constanly stare at my breasts. So now, I think it's time you learn a little lesson."
If I was terrified before, I was at the point of pissing my self now.
"First things first, I think a little revenge is in order."
I heard Racheal walk over to somewhere and then quickly walk back. Feeling something cold on my leg, dangerously close to my crotch, I flinched. But she was only cutting off my briefs.
I was so scared I could hardly breathe. She walked away again and then came back. I heard a soft click.
"There, a picture of you naked, for Sally to send to her friends, and maybe all the girls at your school. I do think that they would find your small dick to be quite hilarious."
My ears lowered. I didn't know why I cared about something like that at a time like this, but I couldn't help but feel ashamed of myself.
"And now that that's over with, it's time for your punishment for your actions."
She walked away again. A thousand different things went through my mind as to what my "punisment" would be. She came back shortly after and adjusted my bindings so I could be moved. I was forcefully brought to something that felt like a table, and was bound on top of it so my arms were bound to two of the legs, my legs were bound to the other legs, leaving me exposed, and my tail was lifted and tied to something so that it couldn't cover me. I heard something snap behind me. I could only imagine what was to come next...
"Looks like you need 20, on every part of your body." was the only clue I had as to what was going to happen to me.
CRACK!
I yelped in pain as something struck the right side of my ass. It felt like a leather belt. Sighing with disgust, Racheal tied something around my face, it felt and tasted like a ball gag, so I couldn't cry out anymore.
CRACK!
A second time I was hit, in the exact same place, with the exact same amount of force. The second spanking hurt worse than the first, but probably because its target was already sore from the first one.
CRACK!
A third spanking I was given. this one hurting more than the first and second combined.
The spankings continued. After spanking the right side of my as about 20 times, Racheal moved on to the left side. 20 more there and she moved on to my feet. So my spankings progressed until my body must have been black and blue under my fur, and there were only 2 places left unscathed...
A hand started to rub my sheath. I knew what was coming next, and tried to fight it. I couldn't move so I tried to think of the most revolting, not sexy stuff I could imagine, but to no avail. The wolfess was able to coax my penis out of it's furry covering, and then grabbed a tight hold of it. Hearing her cruel laugh again, I felt the belt smack down on it. I was unlucky enough to recieve 20 hits to both the top and the bottom of my penis, and was sure that it wouldn't be long before it too turned black and blue.
So distracted was I with the already throbbing, blinding and searing pain my body was in that I didn't noticed her hand leave my cock until it was too late. There was only one spot left to spank... my balls.
The first one left me completely winded, and unprepared for the next one, which came in rapid sucession of the first one. The second and third ones sucessfully numbed my legs, but failed to make me lose feeling in my balls. The rest were quickly given to me, leaving me breathless and wanting to scream until I passed out.
But fate seemed to hate me at that moment, because I was flipped onto my stomach, and was given 20 more hits to the back of my balls. This time, when Racheal finished, I was nearly unconcious with the pain. I had no feeling in my legs what-so-ever, (which I was almost thankful for, considering the fact that I didn't have to feel the pain they were suffering), and I had a searing, burning pain resting in my balls.
Racheal quickly brought her hands to my balls and felt them.
"Hmm... You didn't seem to quite get the message. Oh well... I guess we can always start again later. Now it's time for me to have some fun"
I was too sore to care anymore. I wanted to die. I was lifted from the table with surprising gentleness and carried to a bed. After being retied to my original position of lying flat on my back with my arms and legs sprawled out, the blindfold was removed from my head. The sudden light nearly blinded me. The first thing that came into focus was the large grey-furred rack hanging just above my face. I looked down at my body, and saw that Racheal was leanign over me. I was right, she was wearing pink panties...
"Now then..." Her voice brought my attention back to her face, which I immediately regretted, because I saw the mischievious look on her face, saw the evil in her cruel pale gold eyes. "It's time for me to have MY fun"