The Babysitter
“We’ll need you for about four hours each evening,” Marla said. She wasn’t looking at Kasey. She was looking at her phone. She turned to her husband. “I’ve got to take this call. Can you hammer out the details, hon?”
Brian, Marla’s husband, nodded and accepted a kiss from his wife before she left the room. Kasey watched Marla’s feet tap the wooden floor as she walked briskly away. She was obviously a woman who took business seriously.
Brian leaned forward and folded his hands. His blue-grey eyes gave Kasey a bit of a shock between her legs. She wondered if he could tell. She uncrossed and then crossed her legs under her plaid skirt. When she chose her scholarly outfit she thought it would make her look responsible. Now she was wondering what Brian was thinking.
“We both work a lot, almost every evening. That’s why we need you,” Brian continued.
Kasey shifted in her seat. She was a 19-year-old college student and was living away from home for the first time. She had answered an ad in the college newspaper for a babysitter and had ended up in Marla and Brian’s multi-million dollar home.
Marla and Brian’s three-year-old son, who had been mentioned in the ad, had turned out to be a tiny dog with puff after puff of white hair. His name was Cody and after greeting Kasey, he went to sleep on the large dog bed in the corner of the room.
“Any questions?” Brian asked Kasey. “Is the money we’re offering okay?”
Kasey nodded slowly, trying not to appear too enthusiastic. Brian and Marla were willing to pay her $25 an hour for doing almost nothing. She hadn’t expected the job would be so easy. She could study while she worked. She smiled. It was a no brainer. “My only question is when can I start?”
“Tomorrow night if you’re available,” Brian told her. He stood, so she did too.
Brian walked Kasey to the door. “Pull up to the gate and it will open. When you get here tomorrow just ring the buzzer.”
Kasey tried to act like she had been to plenty of homes with security gates. Brian waited at the door until Kasey was safely inside her little Toyota.
By the time Kasey made it back to the dorm that night things were quiet. Most of the students present were studying or asleep, and the party girls had not returned from their adventures. Kasey slipped through the halls passing door after door with dry erase boards mounted to the outside. She stopped by the front desk to pick up her mail before heading back to her room.
The only thing in her mailbox was a notice from the school’s billing department. Kasey groaned. She knew what it was before she opened it. She owed the school several hundred dollars for charges at the bookstore, and the money was overdue. Kasey had called her mom to ask for the money, but her mother couldn’t send her anything until her next paycheck. Kasey hated to take her mother’s money anyway. She knew her mom was struggling.
Brian and Marla wouldn’t be paying Kasey until the end of the week. She wondered if she could ask them for an advance on her first night of employment.
Kasey let herself into her dorm room and tossed the notice in the trash. She was too tired to think about it.
Her roommate was out with her boyfriend, and Kasey knew from experience that she probably wouldn’t be back until the next morning. She pulled off her jeans and t-shirt and climbed into bed in just a cotton camisole and a pair of panties. Her sleep was restless. She kept dreaming about being thrown out of school for not paying the bill and then of Brian’s sexy eyes.
Kasey was fifteen minutes early for her job the next evening, but Marla was rushing out the garage door as soon as she saw Kasey enter.
“I’ve got a dinner meeting in ten minutes,” she said, grabbing her car keys from a hook on the wall. She wore what seemed to Kasey to be a replica of the skirted suit she’d had on the night before. “Cody’s asleep in the guest room. He’s eaten and probably won’t get up again. Just be sure his water is fresh. He doesn’t like any hair in it. Make sure he gets the bottled water from the fridge. And make yourself at home.”
Kasey said goodbye but Marla was already gone.
Kasey went into the family room and flopped down on the large, comfortable sofa. She placed her books on the coffee table and even opened one, but she soon lost interest. She was curious about her new employers.
Kasey had no idea what Brian or Marla did for a living, but she knew that it was profitable. The house lacked nothing. The kitchen was huge, and there were signs that a cook and housekeeper had been there that day. In fact she was pretty sure that even Cody had his meals prepared by a member of the staff.
She got up and began to explore the house. The large family room flowed into an even larger kitchen with stainless steel appliances and double ovens. There were even three sinks. Huge double doors led outside to a manicured backyard featuring a huge in-ground pool. Beyond the pool was a perfect lawn that unfolded into tennis courts.
The opposite door of the kitchen opened into a formal dining room and a hallway with a sprawling, formal living room. All of the furniture in the living room was white. The walls were white as well, and even the decorative pieces were white. Kasey thought it was almost eerie, and she was afraid to touch it for fear of leaving the tiniest spot of oil from her fingertips.
Across from the living room there was a computer room with two desks and one wall of bookshelves.
One set of stairs went up from the hallway and another set went up from the family room, both leading to the impressive second floor. Kasey climbed them being careful not to make any noise.
The first room she came to was Cody’s room. She only knew that because his name was painted on the door. She peeked inside and sighed. Cody’s room was about ten times more spacious than her dorm room and featured an overstuffed dog bed big enough for a person. She wondered if he’d let her move in with him. After Cody’s room she passed a gigantic bathroom. Two more rooms were furnished as guest rooms connected by another luxury bathroom. Cody snored loudly on one of the guest room beds. The next room was set up with workout equipment, which explained where Brian got those muscular arms. Next to this room there was another set of stairs.
Kasey climbed the stairs to find herself standing in a huge room spanning the entire third floor of the house. There was no doubt that this was Brian and Marla’s room. A king sized bed had been placed next to a wall of windows and the other end of the room had been set up as a seating area with a sofa, television and fireplace. Kasey walked slowly to a large dresser across from the bed. The only thing on it was a little wooden box with an orchid painted on top. Kasey had seen something like it on an auction show on TV. On the show, the little box had turned out to be worth several thousand dollars.
Kasey picked it up. It was heavy. She pulled up on one side, and the box opened. Kasey gasped.
There was cash in the box and a lot of it. She didn’t stop to count, but she could easily see several $100 bills. She looked around. Did she dare? She told herself that people like this didn’t know how much money they had laying around. She could pocket the money and then put it back after she got paid. Slowly she took five of the bills, leaving plenty behind. She closed the box slowly and jumped when the lid snapped into place.
Kasey’s heart was pounding as she hurried back down the stairs.
Kasey paid her bookstore bill the next day and had some money left over to buy a pizza. She stashed the rest in her jewelry box vowing to return the full amount after she was paid.
Kasey was relieved when neither Brian nor Marla said anything to her about the money the next few evenings. By the last night of the week she had relaxed completely and was toying with the idea of not giving the money back at all. After all they clearly had plenty. To them $500 was probably like extra change.
Friday evening it was Brian who met her at the door instead of Marla. The way he looked at her caused Kasey to feel a little jolt of anxiety.
“What are you doing here?” asked Kasey casually. “Taking the night off?”
Brian pursed his lips together. “I wanted to talk to you.”
Kasey looked into Brian’s eyes, but she couldn’t read them. She tried to stay calm. There were plenty of things he might want to talk to her about. She looked around. “Where’s Marla?”
“Marla took Cody to her mom’s for the weekend,” Brian said, his eyes not moving from hers.
Kasey swallowed. “Then you won’t be needing me tonight?”
“Sit down,” Brian said, directing her to the white living room. Kasey prayed that her shoes were clean enough not to get the carpet dirty.
She took a seat on the living room sofa as Brian had instructed. Brian didn’t sit. He stood over her. Kasey was surprised to notice just how large he was. She looked up at him through nervous eyes.
“I want to talk to you about the money,” Brian said.
“The money?” Kasey asked, hoping he was referring to her pay.
“The money you took,” Brian clarified. “Don’t play dumb, Kasey. We have security cameras in every room.”
Kasey’s mouth dropped open. She was shocked to realize that there were cameras in the house. “You’ve been filming me?”
“We film every person who comes into this house,” he told her evenly. “You want to explain yourself?”
Kasey bit her lower lip. “I just… I had a bill from the campus bookstore, and I didn’t have any money to pay it.”
“You could have asked,” Brian pointed out. “We would have fronted you the money.”
“I should have asked,” Kasey said hoping to earn some sympathy by agreeing with Brian. . “I was going to return it.”
Brian crossed his arms over his chest and stared into her eyes. “What are we going to do with you?”
Kasey didn’t know if he wanted an answer or not.
“Suggestions?” he prompted.
Kasey shook her head. “Don’t fire me.”
Brian nodded. “If Marla knew, she would fire you.”
“Marla doesn’t know?” Kasey asked. She felt a glimmer of hope. If he hadn’t told Marla, it might mean that Brian didn’t want to fire her after all.
Brian shook his head slowly. “Marla does not know.”
Kasey began to think she understood where Brian was going with this. Sex was nothing new to Kasey. She’d been active for several years, and she was attracted to Brian. “What do you want me to do?” she asked in a low voice. She hoped she was indicating that she was willing to do whatever he wanted.
“Not that,” he snapped.
Kasey flushed.
“I’m willing to let you keep this job, but I think you deserve to be punished for your theft,” Brian told her.
“Punished?” Kasey tilted her head. What could he mean?
“Yes. I’m going to take you upstairs and spank your bare behind,” he told her.
She looked for a clue that he was kidding, but she didn’t see one. “You want to spank me?”
He nodded. “I have wanted to spank you since the moment I saw you, and now I have a reason.”
“But no sex?”
He shook his head. “No.”
Kasey thought about this. Like most young women her age she had not been spanked growing up. But she knew that it was a punishment that had been given to children, and she couldn’t imagine that it would be so bad. And if it would allow her to keep this job, it was absolutely worth it. She looked up at Brian and nodded. “Okay.”
Brian’s eyes developed a dark haze, and he took her by the hand. “Let’s go.”
Kasey stumbled up the stairs behind Brian. She felt anxiety but also excitement, wondering how this was going to play out. She had always been attracted to strong, take-charge men but she had never seen one in action.
Brian took Kasey into the bedroom and shut the door. He sat her down on the huge bed, physically moving her body with his.
Kasey was nervous. She sat on the edge of the bed with her hands pressing into the mattress on her sides. She kept her knees and feet together. She watched Brian as he watched her.
“Okay, young lady. It’s time to talk about your misbehavior,” Brian said. “You know what you did was criminal? You seem worried about being fired, but I could call the police.”
Kasey blinked. She had not thought about that. He was right. Taking the money was a pretty stupid move. She couldn’t imagine having to tell her mom that she had been charged with theft. She would do anything to avoid that.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Brian asked.
Kasey shook her head and swallowed hard. “No. I shouldn’t have taken the money.”
“You are right. You shouldn’t have taken the money. Didn’t your parents teach you that it’s not right to steal? What would they think if they found out?” Brian demanded.
“My mother would be very disappointed,” Kasey admitted in a small voice.
“And your father?”
“I don’t have a father.”
Brian mulled this over. “I’m about to show you what it feels like to have a father.”
Kasey felt her breathing become shallow. She hoped she wasn’t going to pass out.
“Stand up,” Brian commanded.
Kasey stood and remained still as Brian unsnapped and then unzipped her jeans. He pushed them down over her hips, and Kasey felt a sense of embarrassment as well as a shot of sexual energy. Brian’s hands slid over Kasey’s panties, and her knees went weak. She had to hold onto Brian to keep from falling.
“You okay?” Brian asked.
Kasey was touched by the tender tone of his voice. “Yes.”
He looked down at her face. “Have you ever been spanked?”
She shook her head.
“Not by your mom or even a boyfriend?”
She shook her head again.
Brian nodded slowly. “I see.”
Kasey was beginning to get very nervous. She was hyper aware that she was standing before a very attractive man that she barely knew, and that her pants were at her knees.
Brian sat down on the bed and patted his thigh. “This is where your naughty bottom goes.”
With Brian’s guidance, Kasey placed herself over his lap. All of her weight rested on Brian’s thighs. He put a hand on her panties and patted her bottom.
Kasey felt a strike of lightening in her sex at this little gesture. She closed her eyes and tried to keep herself together.
Brian rubbed his hand over the fabric of her panties. “This is what is feels like to be a naughty little girl about to be spanked.”
Kasey’s nerves were tingling. Why didn’t he just get on with it? The talking was making her crazy.
“You know you shouldn’t take things that don’t belong to you,” Brian said. “That was not a good decision. I hope that next time you are tempted to steal you’ll think about where it got you.”
He didn’t wait for her to answer. Instead he lifted her slightly with one hand while he pulled her panties down with the other.
Kasey sucked in her breath, realizing that Brian now had her bare bottom over his lap.
“That’s right, Kasey,” said Brian. “Naughty girls get spanked on the bare bottom. That’s the old-fashioned way, and it works.”
He patted her bottom again, this time with no fabric separating his skin from hers. She was surprised to feel that his hands were rough. He squeezed her right cheek and then her left.
Then suddenly his hand came down on her bottom like a thunder crack.
She cried out and jumped forward.
Brian laughed. “That’s a spank, Kasey.”