The Babysitter Part 1 - A F/M Tickling Story

This is an updated and revised version of an older story

‘A​ ​babysitter?​ ​I​ ​am​ ​18​ ​years​ ​old​ ​and​ ​DO​ ​NOT’​ ​need​ ​a​ ​babysitter’,​ ​Shawn​ ​angrily​ ​informed​ ​his father​ ​as​ ​he​ ​burst​ ​into​ ​his​ ​study.

His​ ​father​ ​silently​ ​put​ ​his​ ​pipe​ ​on​ ​his​ ​large​ ​oak​ ​desk,​ ​as​ ​a​ ​few​ ​ashes​ ​fell​ ​out,​ ​got​ ​up​ ​and​ ​put​ ​the novel​ ​he​ ​was​ ​reading​ ​back​ ​on​ ​the​ ​large​ ​bookcase​ ​that​ ​was​ ​filled​ ​brim-to-brim​ ​with​ ​books.

He​ ​went​ ​back​ ​to​ ​his​ ​desk,​ ​sat​ ​down​ ​and​ ​grabbed​ ​his​ ​pipe​ ​and​ ​took​ ​a​ ​few​ ​puffs​ ​before​ ​setting​ ​it back​ ​down​ ​again.

He​ ​pointed​ ​at​ ​his​ ​son​ ​and​ ​said​ ​‘Don't​ ​you​ ​raise​ ​your​ ​tone​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​You​ ​constantly​ ​demand​ ​to​ ​be treated​ ​like​ ​an​ ​adult,​ ​but​​ ​​when​​ ​​you​​ ​​decide​​ ​​to​​ ​​spray​​ ​​graffiti​​ ​​on​​ ​​a​​ ​​building,​​ ​​you​​ ​​prove​​ ​​you​ ​are​ ​not capable​ ​of​ ​behaving​ ​as​ ​an​ ​adult.​ ​You​ ​behave​ ​as​ ​a​ ​child​ ​and​ ​so​ ​you​ ​shall​ ​be​ ​treated​ ​as​ ​a​ ​child, and​ ​a​ ​child​ ​needs​ ​a​ ​babysitter’.

He​ ​paused​ ​to​ ​take​ ​another​ ​puff​ ​of​ ​his​ ​pipe​ ​and​ ​then​ ​added​ ​‘The​ ​law​ ​has​ ​a​ ​word​ ​for​ ​what​ ​you​ ​did. It’s​ ​called​ ​vandalism’

Shawn​ ​pleaded​ ​with​ ​his​ ​dad​ ​to​ ​reconsider,​ ​but​ ​it​ ​fell​ ​upon​ ​deaf​ ​ears​ ​as​ ​he​ ​was​ ​told​ ​the​ ​decision was​ ​final​ ​and​ ​not​ ​up​ ​for​ ​further​ ​discussion.

Shawn​ ​sulked​ ​out​ ​and​ ​headed​ ​for​ ​the​ ​kitchen​ ​as​ ​his​ ​mother​ ​was​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sink,​ ​washing​ ​the​ ​good china.​ ​He​ ​grabbed​ ​a​ ​rag​ ​and​ ​started​ ​to​ ​dry​ ​them,​ ​hoping​ ​at​ ​least​ ​that​ ​will​ ​score​ ​some​ ​points​ with her.

‘Please​​ ​​mom,​​ ​​I​​ ​​don’t​​ ​​need​​ ​​a​​ ​​babysitter.​​ ​​What​​ ​​will​​ ​​the​​ ​​guys​​ ​​say’,​​ ​​he​ ​begged

His​​ ​​mother​​ ​​was​​ ​​sympathetic​​ ​​and​​ ​​said​​ ​​‘It​​ ​​won’t​​ ​​be​​ ​​so​​ ​​bad,​​ ​​honey​ ​and​​ ​​it’s​​ ​​only​​ ​​for​​ ​​one​​ ​​night, OK? Amanda​​ ​​Morris​​ ​​will​​ ​​be​​ ​​here​​ ​​in​​ ​​a​​ ​​couple​​ ​​of​​ ​​hours.​​ ​​You​​ ​​remember​ Amanda,​​ ​​right​​ ​​honey?​​ ​​Her​​ ​​mom and​​ ​​I​​ ​​are​​ ​​on​​ ​​the​​ ​​church​​ ​​bowling​​ ​​team.

How​​ ​​could​​ ​​Shawn​​ ​​not​​ ​​remember​​ ​​Amanda?​​ ​​He​​ ​​spent​​ ​​the​​ ​​better​ ​part​​ ​​of​​ ​​the​​ ​​past​​ ​​4​​ ​​years​​ ​​trying​​ ​​to forget.​​ ​​He​​ ​​has​​ ​​not​​ ​​seen​​ ​​her​​ ​​since​​ ​​she​​ ​​went​​ ​​away​​ ​​to​​ ​​State​ ​University​​ ​​and​​ ​​was​​ ​​now​​ ​​in​​ ​​the​​ ​​process of​​ ​​getting​​ ​​her​​ ​​own​​ ​​place​​ ​​back​​ ​​in​​ ​​town

She​​ ​​was​​ ​​5​​ ​​years​​ ​​older​​ ​​and​​ ​​was​​ ​​the​​ ​​girl​​ ​​next​​ ​​door​​ ​​and​​ ​​the​​ ​​object​​ ​​of​ ​his​​ ​​first​​ ​​major​​ ​​crush,​​ ​​but​​ ​​she always thought of him as a child. And to make matters worse, she​ ​would​ ​babysit​ ​him​ ​when​ ​he​ ​was​ ​younger​ ​and​ ​was​ ​incredibly bratty​ ​and​ ​bossy​ ​and​ ​would​ ​tickle​ ​Shawn​ ​relentlessly​ ​until​ ​he​ ​gave​ ​into​ ​her​ ​demands​ ​and​ ​whims.

He​ ​went​ ​upstairs​ ​to​ ​his​ ​room​ ​to​ ​ponder​ ​the​ ​situation.​ ​If​ ​the​ ​guys​ ​ever​ ​found​ ​out​ ​he​ ​had​ ​to​ ​have​ ​a babysitter​ ​at​ ​18​ ​years​ ​of​ ​age,​ ​they​ ​would​ ​never​ ​let​ ​him​ ​live​ ​it​ ​down.

About​ ​an​ ​hour​ ​and​ ​a​ ​half​ ​later,​ ​the​ ​doorbell​ ​rang​ ​as​ ​Shawn​ ​reluctantly​ ​went​ ​to​ ​answer​ ​it​ ​to​ ​find Mrs.​ ​Morris​ ​and​ ​Amanda​ ​on​ ​the​ ​porch.

Shawn’s​ ​heart​ ​skipped​ ​a​ ​beat​ ​because​ ​if​ ​it​ ​was​ ​even​ ​possible,​ ​Amanda​ ​was​ ​more​ ​beautiful​ ​than ever,​ ​wearing​ ​sandals​ ​that​ ​displayed​ ​her​ ​perfect​ ​feet​ ​with​ ​cute​ ​purple​ ​nail​ ​polish,​ ​cut​ ​off​ ​jeans that​ ​showed​ ​off​ ​her​ ​tan​ ​and​ ​tone​ ​legs,​ ​wearing​ ​sunglasses​ ​and​ ​her​ ​prized​ ​and​ ​cherished Chicago​ ​Cubs​ ​baseball​ ​cap

Her​ ​long​ ​brownish-blonde​ ​hair​ ​was​ ​flawless​ ​as​ ​always,​ ​and​ ​kept​ ​neatly​ ​in​ ​a​ ​ponytail.​ ​Shawn could​ ​not​ ​take​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​off​ ​her​ ​as​ ​his​ ​mother​ ​snapped​ ​him​ ​back​ ​to​ ​reality.

‘Shawn,don’t​ ​be​ ​rude.​ ​Invite​ ​them​ ​in’,​ ​she​ ​said

He​ ​apologized​ ​and​ ​invited​ ​them​ ​in.​ ​​ ​Amanda​ ​removed​ ​her​ ​sunglasses​ ​and​ ​placed​ ​them​ ​on​ ​the fireplace​ ​mantle​ ​and​ ​playfully​ ​punched​ ​Shawn​ ​in​ ​the​ ​arm​ ​and​ ​sad​ ​‘​ ​What’s​ ​going​ ​on,​ ​Runt’?

‘Jason,​ ​we​ ​better​ ​hurry​ ​or​ ​we’re​ ​going​ ​to​ ​be​ ​late’,​ ​Shawn’s​ ​mother​ ​called​ ​out.​ ​A​ ​few​ ​moments later​ ​his​ ​father​ ​enters​ ​the​ ​living​ ​room,​ ​adjusting​ ​his​ ​tie​ ​as​ ​he​ ​hands​ ​Amanda​ ​a​ ​note.

‘Here​ ​is​ ​the​ ​number​ ​of​ ​Angelo’s​ ​Restaurant,​ ​where​ ​we​ ​have​ ​reservations​ ​at​ ​6​ ​this​ ​evening​ ​and also​ ​the​ ​number​ ​of​ ​the​ ​Opera​ ​House,​ ​where​ ​we’re​ ​going​ ​to​ ​see​ ​a​ ​show.​ ​We​ ​should​ ​be​ ​back around​ ​1am​ ​or​ ​so’.

Amanda​ ​nodded​ ​and​ ​tucked​ ​the​ ​note​ ​in​ ​her​ ​pocket

As he put on his dinner jacket and glasses he turned around and said ‘Oh one more thing. Shawn is grounded for 2 weeks and is not allowed to watch television, talk on the phone or use the computer’

‘Not a problem Mr. Anderson’, she replied as they got in his parents car and backed out into the street and was gone

‘What did you do to get grounded’, she asked as sat down on the sofa

‘I was caught spraying graffiti on a vacant building’ he sheepishly replied

Her eyes grew wide and laughingly said ‘I never knew you had that kind of streak in you. You are such a bad boy’

Amanda ordered pizza from a local pizza parlor and grabbed a book out of her backpack and made herself comfortable on the sofa, kicking off her sandals.

While she was engrossed in her book, Shawn snuck back up to his room and turned the computer on.

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-College 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 a forum, when Amanda came up to check on him, and to see if he needed any help studying, but saw him online again.

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.

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.

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.

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,and​ ​started​ ​to lightly​ ​massage​ ​his​ ​inner​ ​thighs​ ​and​ ​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’s​ ​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-

Cool story! Amanda rocks!

Looking forward to the next part!

Fine story. Looking forward to part two.

Blackie said:

Cool story! Amanda rocks!

Looking forward to the next part!

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Yeah she does, and Part 2 is posted

Going to try and write Part 3 this week sometime

Enjoyable story.