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The Babysitter - Part One (F/M)
Legal Disclaimer: This story contains material of an adult nature, and therefore you must be of adult age (as defined by your local law), and you must be in an area that does not forbid those of legal age to have access to adult material/content. If these do not apply to you, I am afraid you are legally required to stop reading at this point.
Also the author would like to point out this story is total fiction and any relation to actual people and/or events are purely accidental and coincidental.
This story contains implications of non-consensual tickling and nudity. If either offend you, please do not read any further.
This story is not entirely my idea (but the sequels are). I read a story titled 'The Babysitter' many years ago, when I first discovered tickling on the internet and it was one of my favs, but have not been able to locate it. So I thought I would just write my own version.
I know I have already written this series, but after reading it, I know it looked very jumbled, and wanted it to be more precise.... plus for whatever reason, it's fun to write this shit.
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The Babysitter (F/M)
'A babysitter', Shawn shouted in absolute shock as he marched into his father's study and angrily advised 'I am 18 years old and DO NOT' need a babysitter. His father looked up from the Perry Mason novel he was reading, set his pipe down on his large solid-oak desk, as a few ashes fell out. He got up, neatly places the book on his bookshelf, which was filled brim-to-brim with books and novels, turned around and pointed a finger at Shawn and in a grave and serious tone said 'Don't raise your tone with me, boy'. He paused and then continued 'You constantly ask to be treated like an adult, but when you are your hoodlum buddies decide to spray graffiti on a building, you prove you are not capable of behaving as an adult. You behave as a child, and thus you will be treated as a child. And a child needs a baby-sitter'. He grabbed his pipe, took a puff and added 'The law has a word for what you did, son. It's called vandalism'
Shawn begged and pled with his father to reconsider, but they fell upon deaf ears, as his father said the decision was final, and was not up for negotiation. Shawn sulked out of the study, and went to the kitchen and helped his mother wash the dishes, hoping that would at least score some points with her. 'Please mom, don't do this to me. What will the guys say if they ever found out? I will do whatever you want, for as long as you want, but I don't need a babysitter'
Shawn picked up a rag and started to dry some of the plates, as his mom looked at him sympathetically and said 'It won't be that bad, honey. Honestly. And it's only for one night, ok? Amanda Morris will be here in another hour or so. You remember her, right honey? Her mom and I are on the church bowling team'
How could Shawn NOT remember Amanda? He spent the better part of 5 years trying to forget her. She was your typical girl-next-door and was his first major crush. The main problem was she always thought of him as a child, and if that was not bad enough, she used to babysit him when he was younger. She was bossy and bratty, and would tickle him relentlessly until he gave in to her demands and whims. He had not seen her, since she went away to the University and had graduated the year before and was in the process of getting her own place. Shawn went up to his room to ponder and think about the situation. If the guys ever found out that he had to have a babysitter at 18 years of age, they would never let him hear the end of it.
About 45 minutes passed and the doorbell rang, as Shawn' mother asked him to get that, as she was busy. Shawn went downstairs and opened the door, and was stunned by what he saw. Amanda, if it was even possible, was even more beautiful than before. She was wearing sunglasses, cut off jeans that displayed perfectly toned legs, her prized New York Yankees baseball cap, and sandals that displayed her cute feet, with purple polish. Her long brownish-blond hair was flawless, as always, and neatly kept in a ponytail.
'Shawn', his mother asked, 'are you going to invite them inside or not'. Shawn apologized and invited them inside, as Amanda removed her sunglasses and placed them on the fireplace mantle, and playfully punched Shawn in the arm and said 'What's going on, Runt'. Shawn mother called for his father saying 'Jason, we better hurry'. He entered the room, adjusting his tie and handed a piece of paper to Amanda saying 'Here is the number of Angelo's Restaurant, and we have reservations there at 6pm, and here is the number of the Opera. We should be home around 1am or so'. Amanda tucked the paper in her pocket, as he turned to leave he said 'Oh one more thing... Shawn is grounded and not allowed to have friends over, talk on the phone, or use the computer'. Amanda nodded and replied 'Not a problem, Mr. Anderson'
After they left, Amanda ordered pizza from a local pizza parlor, and grabbed one of her novels, waiting for the pizza, as Shawn snuck to his room and turned on the computer. About 30 minutes later, Amanda came up to tell Shawn the pizza was ready, when she saw that he was online, and scolded him saying 'You know you're not supposed to be online. Turn it off and come downstairs and eat'. Amanda unplugged the computer, and took the power cord with her, as she escorted Shawn out of his room, and marched him downstairs to the living room.
They ate the pizza and Amanda suggested that he use his time efficiently, and suggested he brush up on his algebra, to prepare himself for his Freshman year at State University, saying Professor Hoffman was tough, and didn't like slackers or under-achievers. After they eat, Shawn goes back to his room and grabs one of his Pre-Collage textbooks and begins to read. But 30 minutes later, he reaches under his bed and grabs another power-cord that he always kept handy, just in case he needed it and proceeded to log back online, emailing and chatting on IM, when Amanda came up to check on him, and to see if he needed any help studying, but saw him online again.
'OK, Shawn get off the computer', Amanda instructed. Shawn turned off the computer, as Amanda told him to get a shower and ready for bed. Shawn muttered and sulked all the way to the bathroom, got his shower and dried off. He walked back to his room, wearing nothing but his underwear, and when he opened the door to his room, Amanda jumped from behind , grabbed him, and quickly cuff his arms to the bedpost, then went to work, and made sure his ankles were tightly secured as well. After making sure Shawn was tight and secured, she smiled a sinister smile as she displayed her long, fingernails as Shawn squirmed, trying to break free of the restraints.
'Shawn, you've been a bad boy', she scolded, 'You were told not to use the computer, and yet you did anyway. You are a very bad boy, and we know what happens to bad boys, don't we', she snickered as she kept dangling her fingernails over Shawn as he shuddered. She gave Shawn a few moments to consider the situation, as she continued to tease Shawn, dangling her fingers over his body, as cringed and tried to free himself of the handcuffs. 'I don't know where you think you're going', Amanda teased, 'But I don't think you're going anywhere, anytime soon.....Shawn, Shawn, Shawn, you are indeed a very bad boy, and I have to punish you'.
Once again, Amanda dangled and showed off her fingernails, and on few occasions acted like she was going to lunge for Shawn, but pulled away at the very last second, laughing at his plight. When he least expected it, she dug into the soles of the feet, using her pinky finger to work in between his toes. Hahahaha Hahahaha please no more Hahahahaha. Shawn kept begging for her to stop. His pleas for mercy fell upon deaf ears, as she worked her way up to his ankle, kneecaps, and thighs. Poor Shawn was trying to struggle for all he was worth
'Please stop', Shawn begged in between fits of laughter. 'If you were not such a bad boy, we would not have to do this', Amanda said as she found Shawn' weakness.... just above his kneecaps, as Shawn went berserk, laughing and thrashing hahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahaha. Shawn did not know how much longer he would last, as Amanda continued to work on his kneecaps and upper legs, taunting and teasing him as she went along. Shawn was thankful, that she finally stopped as she cracked her fingers, looking at his bare tummy and chest, with an evil look in her eyes.
She sat on top of Shawn, to minimize any thrashing or movement, and playfully rakes her finger down his chest, before making small circles around his belly, which caused it to twitch. 'Please no more, I will be good. You have my word', Shawn pleaded, trying to reason with her. 'Well, I'm not sure you have learned your lesson as of yet', she replied, as she started to rake her fingers up and down his underarms, which sent Shawn into hysterics, as he was starting to babble incoherently, hahahahahahahahahahaha. She then worked her way down, stroking his ribs and sides
Then Amanda started to tickle, rub and massage Shawn belly and tummy, and Shawn was laughing so hard, it hurt, with tears streaming down his face from the laughter. By that time, Amanda could not help but notice a rising bulge in his underwear. 'Well, well, well', Amanda teased, 'It seem like you really have grown up, or has that always been there before'. Shawn was turning as red as a beet as Amanda smiled and said 'So what should we do about that, huh'? Shawn was turning redder by the second, as Amanda said 'I know you've had a crush on me, for what seems like forever, and I must admit that you look pretty cute, when you're tied up and defenseless, like that'
Shawn could not believe what he was hearing.... or seeing as Amanda removed her shirt and bra, and had Shawn raise up, and gently pulled his underwear down to his ankles, started to massage his inner thighs and lightly stroke his balls, and was about to reach for his cock when she heard a car door slam, and peered out of blinds and saw Shawn' parents and her mom, talking, laughing as they were walking towards the door.
'Fuck', Amanda cursed as she quickly put her bra and shirt back on, released Shawn and threw him a pair of pajamas, and rushed down to the living room, pretending to be reading a book. About 20 minutes passed, and Shawn heard the front door close as he looked out the window, and saw Amanda smile and wink at him. He heard footsteps climbing the stairs and dove into bed, pretending to be asleep when his mom entered and said 'So, was it as bad as you thought'. Shawn shook his head and said 'No, it was cool actually'. His mother smiled and said 'That's great, honey. Because in two weeks your father and I are going with Mrs Morris and her sister to Las Vegas. We'll be gone for an entire week and Amanda said she would love to babysit.... I mean stay with you, while we're gone.
Shawn smiled and said 'I'm looking forward to it mom'
-- To Be Continued --
Legal Disclaimer: This story contains material of an adult nature, and therefore you must be of adult age (as defined by your local law), and you must be in an area that does not forbid those of legal age to have access to adult material/content. If these do not apply to you, I am afraid you are legally required to stop reading at this point.
Also the author would like to point out this story is total fiction and any relation to actual people and/or events are purely accidental and coincidental.
This story contains implications of non-consensual tickling and nudity. If either offend you, please do not read any further.
This story is not entirely my idea (but the sequels are). I read a story titled 'The Babysitter' many years ago, when I first discovered tickling on the internet and it was one of my favs, but have not been able to locate it. So I thought I would just write my own version.
I know I have already written this series, but after reading it, I know it looked very jumbled, and wanted it to be more precise.... plus for whatever reason, it's fun to write this shit.
---
The Babysitter (F/M)
'A babysitter', Shawn shouted in absolute shock as he marched into his father's study and angrily advised 'I am 18 years old and DO NOT' need a babysitter. His father looked up from the Perry Mason novel he was reading, set his pipe down on his large solid-oak desk, as a few ashes fell out. He got up, neatly places the book on his bookshelf, which was filled brim-to-brim with books and novels, turned around and pointed a finger at Shawn and in a grave and serious tone said 'Don't raise your tone with me, boy'. He paused and then continued 'You constantly ask to be treated like an adult, but when you are your hoodlum buddies decide to spray graffiti on a building, you prove you are not capable of behaving as an adult. You behave as a child, and thus you will be treated as a child. And a child needs a baby-sitter'. He grabbed his pipe, took a puff and added 'The law has a word for what you did, son. It's called vandalism'
Shawn begged and pled with his father to reconsider, but they fell upon deaf ears, as his father said the decision was final, and was not up for negotiation. Shawn sulked out of the study, and went to the kitchen and helped his mother wash the dishes, hoping that would at least score some points with her. 'Please mom, don't do this to me. What will the guys say if they ever found out? I will do whatever you want, for as long as you want, but I don't need a babysitter'
Shawn picked up a rag and started to dry some of the plates, as his mom looked at him sympathetically and said 'It won't be that bad, honey. Honestly. And it's only for one night, ok? Amanda Morris will be here in another hour or so. You remember her, right honey? Her mom and I are on the church bowling team'
How could Shawn NOT remember Amanda? He spent the better part of 5 years trying to forget her. She was your typical girl-next-door and was his first major crush. The main problem was she always thought of him as a child, and if that was not bad enough, she used to babysit him when he was younger. She was bossy and bratty, and would tickle him relentlessly until he gave in to her demands and whims. He had not seen her, since she went away to the University and had graduated the year before and was in the process of getting her own place. Shawn went up to his room to ponder and think about the situation. If the guys ever found out that he had to have a babysitter at 18 years of age, they would never let him hear the end of it.
About 45 minutes passed and the doorbell rang, as Shawn' mother asked him to get that, as she was busy. Shawn went downstairs and opened the door, and was stunned by what he saw. Amanda, if it was even possible, was even more beautiful than before. She was wearing sunglasses, cut off jeans that displayed perfectly toned legs, her prized New York Yankees baseball cap, and sandals that displayed her cute feet, with purple polish. Her long brownish-blond hair was flawless, as always, and neatly kept in a ponytail.
'Shawn', his mother asked, 'are you going to invite them inside or not'. Shawn apologized and invited them inside, as Amanda removed her sunglasses and placed them on the fireplace mantle, and playfully punched Shawn in the arm and said 'What's going on, Runt'. Shawn mother called for his father saying 'Jason, we better hurry'. He entered the room, adjusting his tie and handed a piece of paper to Amanda saying 'Here is the number of Angelo's Restaurant, and we have reservations there at 6pm, and here is the number of the Opera. We should be home around 1am or so'. Amanda tucked the paper in her pocket, as he turned to leave he said 'Oh one more thing... Shawn is grounded and not allowed to have friends over, talk on the phone, or use the computer'. Amanda nodded and replied 'Not a problem, Mr. Anderson'
After they left, Amanda ordered pizza from a local pizza parlor, and grabbed one of her novels, waiting for the pizza, as Shawn snuck to his room and turned on the computer. About 30 minutes later, Amanda came up to tell Shawn the pizza was ready, when she saw that he was online, and scolded him saying 'You know you're not supposed to be online. Turn it off and come downstairs and eat'. Amanda unplugged the computer, and took the power cord with her, as she escorted Shawn out of his room, and marched him downstairs to the living room.
They ate the pizza and Amanda suggested that he use his time efficiently, and suggested he brush up on his algebra, to prepare himself for his Freshman year at State University, saying Professor Hoffman was tough, and didn't like slackers or under-achievers. After they eat, Shawn goes back to his room and grabs one of his Pre-Collage textbooks and begins to read. But 30 minutes later, he reaches under his bed and grabs another power-cord that he always kept handy, just in case he needed it and proceeded to log back online, emailing and chatting on IM, when Amanda came up to check on him, and to see if he needed any help studying, but saw him online again.
'OK, Shawn get off the computer', Amanda instructed. Shawn turned off the computer, as Amanda told him to get a shower and ready for bed. Shawn muttered and sulked all the way to the bathroom, got his shower and dried off. He walked back to his room, wearing nothing but his underwear, and when he opened the door to his room, Amanda jumped from behind , grabbed him, and quickly cuff his arms to the bedpost, then went to work, and made sure his ankles were tightly secured as well. After making sure Shawn was tight and secured, she smiled a sinister smile as she displayed her long, fingernails as Shawn squirmed, trying to break free of the restraints.
'Shawn, you've been a bad boy', she scolded, 'You were told not to use the computer, and yet you did anyway. You are a very bad boy, and we know what happens to bad boys, don't we', she snickered as she kept dangling her fingernails over Shawn as he shuddered. She gave Shawn a few moments to consider the situation, as she continued to tease Shawn, dangling her fingers over his body, as cringed and tried to free himself of the handcuffs. 'I don't know where you think you're going', Amanda teased, 'But I don't think you're going anywhere, anytime soon.....Shawn, Shawn, Shawn, you are indeed a very bad boy, and I have to punish you'.
Once again, Amanda dangled and showed off her fingernails, and on few occasions acted like she was going to lunge for Shawn, but pulled away at the very last second, laughing at his plight. When he least expected it, she dug into the soles of the feet, using her pinky finger to work in between his toes. Hahahaha Hahahaha please no more Hahahahaha. Shawn kept begging for her to stop. His pleas for mercy fell upon deaf ears, as she worked her way up to his ankle, kneecaps, and thighs. Poor Shawn was trying to struggle for all he was worth
'Please stop', Shawn begged in between fits of laughter. 'If you were not such a bad boy, we would not have to do this', Amanda said as she found Shawn' weakness.... just above his kneecaps, as Shawn went berserk, laughing and thrashing hahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahaha. Shawn did not know how much longer he would last, as Amanda continued to work on his kneecaps and upper legs, taunting and teasing him as she went along. Shawn was thankful, that she finally stopped as she cracked her fingers, looking at his bare tummy and chest, with an evil look in her eyes.
She sat on top of Shawn, to minimize any thrashing or movement, and playfully rakes her finger down his chest, before making small circles around his belly, which caused it to twitch. 'Please no more, I will be good. You have my word', Shawn pleaded, trying to reason with her. 'Well, I'm not sure you have learned your lesson as of yet', she replied, as she started to rake her fingers up and down his underarms, which sent Shawn into hysterics, as he was starting to babble incoherently, hahahahahahahahahahaha. She then worked her way down, stroking his ribs and sides
Then Amanda started to tickle, rub and massage Shawn belly and tummy, and Shawn was laughing so hard, it hurt, with tears streaming down his face from the laughter. By that time, Amanda could not help but notice a rising bulge in his underwear. 'Well, well, well', Amanda teased, 'It seem like you really have grown up, or has that always been there before'. Shawn was turning as red as a beet as Amanda smiled and said 'So what should we do about that, huh'? Shawn was turning redder by the second, as Amanda said 'I know you've had a crush on me, for what seems like forever, and I must admit that you look pretty cute, when you're tied up and defenseless, like that'
Shawn could not believe what he was hearing.... or seeing as Amanda removed her shirt and bra, and had Shawn raise up, and gently pulled his underwear down to his ankles, started to massage his inner thighs and lightly stroke his balls, and was about to reach for his cock when she heard a car door slam, and peered out of blinds and saw Shawn' parents and her mom, talking, laughing as they were walking towards the door.
'Fuck', Amanda cursed as she quickly put her bra and shirt back on, released Shawn and threw him a pair of pajamas, and rushed down to the living room, pretending to be reading a book. About 20 minutes passed, and Shawn heard the front door close as he looked out the window, and saw Amanda smile and wink at him. He heard footsteps climbing the stairs and dove into bed, pretending to be asleep when his mom entered and said 'So, was it as bad as you thought'. Shawn shook his head and said 'No, it was cool actually'. His mother smiled and said 'That's great, honey. Because in two weeks your father and I are going with Mrs Morris and her sister to Las Vegas. We'll be gone for an entire week and Amanda said she would love to babysit.... I mean stay with you, while we're gone.
Shawn smiled and said 'I'm looking forward to it mom'
-- To Be Continued --
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