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What A Babysitter! - Part 1
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Mark Baumann looked down at the beautiful blonde-haired woman lying in bed next to him and thought ‘I must be the luckiest man in the world with a perfect life. He had had a wonderful evening of pleasure with this woman uh, Sara wasn’t it? His wife’s job took her to San Francisco for two to four days once a month. So he had plenty of time to find other delights which were good since Betty was very ordinary in bed.
However, his wife’s position in a prestigious law firm as a corporate lawyer earned her over five times what he made as an apprentice in a local auto repair shop. His pride kept him working, but he was more than willing to spend the money in their joint checking account. His luck had changed one night in Las Vegas. He had his first real winning streak.
He had won over $12,000. He had used most of it to win the heart of the pretty brunette lawyer. He had noticed her in a classy gray suit with a modest knee-length skirt playing the slot machines. She was on a week's vacation, the same as Mark.
With the money in his pocket, he had found the courage to approach her. He wined and dined her with a passion. She had ended up drunk and in his bed every night until on Friday, they had gotten married. He was still amazed at his good fortune. They had now been married for nine months. Their schedules left them with little time together.
As well as her monthly trips up the coast, Betty worked long evenings during the week. She had weekends off, but the auto shop had a set of self-service gas pumps which the owner liked to keep open on the weekend. As low men on the totem pole, Mark and Tom Riley had to work every Saturday and Sunday. Mark had Mondays and Tuesdays off.
Mark felt the time apart allowed him to keep his independence. On the other hand, Betty kept trying to find ways to spend more time together. She made sure that on Saturday nights they could spend some time in bed. He was happy to keep her satisfied as long as he had time for other dalliances. The other constant complaint from his wife was about his refusal to do any housework or cooking. Since she almost always broke down and cleaned house at least every other weekend while he was at work and insisted on making a home-cooked meal that they could eat together at least twice a week and they could afford carry out the rest of the week, he did not see the big deal. Besides, in his view cooking and cleaning were woman’s work anyway.
Needless to say, he did not see how his life could get any better. He was looking forward to a long marriage. Sara started to wiggle and slowly come to life. He leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips. “Are you ready for another round?” She gave him a quick peck on his lips and sat up.
“You may have today off, but I need to be at the restaurant by 7:00.” She worked at Sue’s All Night Diner just down the street from the auto shop which was where they had met. She got out of bed. He watched her as she slid her panties up her legs with a slight wiggle. He enjoyed watching women dressing almost as much as undressing them.
He watched her breasts being lowered into their C-cup bra, the attribute that had first attracted him. When she had the pink uniform with the white trim in place, she leaned over and gave him one last kiss. “See you. I’ll do my makeup at work. That way you won’t have any chance to mess it up.” “Are we on for next month?” “Maybe, ask me in a couple of weeks!” He watched as she moved out the door. He could swear that she added an extra swing to her hips. In a few minutes, he heard the front door closed. He slowly rose out of bed and pulled on boxer shorts. He was contemplating what to do for the rest of the day when the doorbell rang.
Maybe Sara had decided that she had time for a quickie. He slipped on a robe and hurried down the stairs. As soon as he opened the door he was tempted to slam it back shut. Standing there was their next-door neighbor from across the street, Sylvia Briggs. He was not fond of the woman at all. First, she was in his opinion a dog.
She wore her short black hair in a pixie style. She wore pale pink lipstick with little other makeup. Her wire-rimmed glasses made her eyes appear beady. They had never gotten along, but to make matters worse she and Betty were great friends. “Need a cup of sugar?” “No!” “Well, Betty’s not here!” “I know! I came to talk to you. Won’t you invite me in?”
His natural instinct urged him to slam the door, but a picture of Betty popped into his head and civility won out. “Sure. Come in!” She immediately led the way to the living room and sat down on the couch. He aims to follow. “You’d better sit down!” He sat down in an armchair on the other side of a coffee table from the couch.
From a packet in her hand which he had not noticed before she pulled out several photographs and arranged them in front of Mark so that he could see. He slowly scanned the pictures from one side of the table to the other. There were six photos of Sara and him in various stages of the previous evening’s play. “How the hell did you get these?”
“You really should get in the habit of closing the drapes.” “You little bitch.” “Sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” “Are you going to tell Betty?”
“As her best friend I should! But I have something else in mind.” “What?” “As you know I run a daycare in my home. I could use your help on Mondays and Tuesdays when you’re off.” “That’s my only time off.
Besides I don’t know anything about daycare.” “We’ll train you. Look, we both know that if Betty saw these pictures, she’d drop you in a second. You’ve got it pretty good here.” Mark thought for a moment. Sylvia did know his wife very well.
Still, he needed some time to think and figure his way out of this way. “Can I think this over?” “No can do. We need to get going to get you ready for the morning rush. Come with me now or your marriage is over.” He sighed. He had better play along until he had time to think of a better alternative. “Okay, let me get dressed.” “You might as well come like that.
We’ll dress you there.” “Why would I do that?” “You might say that I have a dress code.” “What does that mean?” “I specialize in caring for babies of single mothers. Most of them have been abused by men. I guarantee that only women will work for me.” “But that leaves me out.” “Trust me. You’ll fit in!” Mark hesitated. He did not like the sounds of that at all. “Come with me now or you might as well start packing now.”
She headed for the front door. Reluctantly, he followed. When they got to Sylvia’s house, he was immediately led to a bathroom on the ground floor.
She was in no mood to waste time. “Take off the robe and whatever else that you have on.” Once again he hesitated. “You did not have any trouble baring everything for Sara.” How did she know her name?
Suddenly he was for the first time really scared. After he stripped, she started applying pink foam all over his body. By the time she was finished his body was starting to tingle. “We need to wait for ten minutes. I’ll be back.” By this time he was afraid to do anything so he patiently waited for her return.
As soon as she got back she started the shower. She was now wearing a bathrobe. “Get in.” Much to his surprise as he stepped into the stall she shed her robe and followed. She was completely naked. She still did not turn him on. She started to scrub his skin with a nylon scrubber.
Although she was a little rough, it actually felt fairly pleasant. When he noticed that all of his body hair was gone, he became very uncomfortable. She finished by washing his hair with a sweet-smelling shampoo. She turned off the water and handed him a towel.
The smooth feel of his skin left him completely disoriented. She handed a small triangular piece of nylon with obvious leg holes. “What’s this?” “It’s called a gaff. You don’t want any embarrassing moments in front of the mothers.” “What are these ridges that feel like wire?” “Decoration, these were specially designed for me by a woman from New York.” “Have you done this before?” “Yes. Now put it on.” He put his legs through the holes.
As he pulled the garment toward his crotch it looked too small. He hesitated. Unceremonious, she jammed his penis between his legs and pulled the gaff all the way up.
It took his breath away. Fortunately, he had not eaten or he would have lost his breakfast. “I told you that we’re in a hurry, here!” She handed him a pair of pink panties. With the gaff in place, he had no trouble pulling them into place. She motioned for him to sit on the closed toilet and helped him start sliding pantyhose up his legs. They were extremely tight. “Is this really necessary?”
“After standing all day you’ll appreciate these support hose. Now stand up.” She put a pretty pink bra around his chest with lace trim. There was obviously too much material in the breast area. Then she gruffly pulled up his little flesh and put in an insert on each side. The cleavage almost looked natural.
She left him little time to admire his new shape as she lowered a white cotton dress with pretty pink flowers over his head. She let him button the front as she took a blow drier to his hair. “You’ve got just enough hair for a decent curl so don’t cut it.” Mark had enough. “You can’t tell me” Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his groin.
If she had not had a hold on his hair, he would have fallen to his knees. He meekly waited for it to subside as she finished his hair with a pair of pink barrettes. Then she started to work on his face. She carefully applied a liquid over his cheeks, forehead, and neck until everything was covered.
Then with a small brush, she added mascara to his eyelashes and eyebrows. “We’ll have to thin those brows when we have more time.” Then she applied some powder to his cheeks and eyelids. Next, she brought out a dark red lipstick.
She finished with a coat of powder over the entire face. When she moved so he could see himself in the mirror, his mouth dropped open. For someone who did not wear much makeup, she sure knew how to use it. He had rosy cheeks, dark expressive eyes, and inviting red lips. He could not believe that was him. He obediently stepped into the white pumps with a two-inch heel that she placed before him.
He took a few tentative steps. “Now, we don’t have time for you to be admiring yourself like some beauty queen.” He felt himself blush at the correctness of that statement. “Peggy has already got the first three babies in bed. She will tell you what to do.” Peggy was Sylvia’s nineteen-year-old daughter.
Her hair was a light brown, but she wore it in the same pixie style as her mother. Unlike her mother, the girl was plump which led Mark to find her even less attractive. He was not about to be bossed around by some teenage girl. “No little twit” Once again a sharp pain filled his vital area.
This time he did fall to his knees. “That’s not good for your pantyhose.” She helped him to his feet. “Now, if you value your marriage, you’ll do everything that she tells you to do!” There was a smile on Peggy’s face as he entered the front room. He wondered how much she knew about what had gone on in the bathroom.
There were five cribs arranged along the wall. There was a rocking chair situated in the center of the room. A playpen occupied one corner of the room. There were two babies crying.
“Now Martha, you will be responsible for these five babies.” Through clenched teeth, he said, “my name’s not Martha.” “Now sweetie, look at yourself. Do you really want me to use your real name?” “Martha’s fine.” “Since this is your first day I’ve already checked.
Two babies need their diapers changed. Do you want to guess which ones?” “The ones that are crying!” “Go to the head of the class. Now, go get the first one.” “Aren’t you going to show me how?” “You learn by doing, dear! I’ll correct you if you go astray. Just be sure to support the head when you pick them up.
There is a changing table against the far wall.” He went to the baby who was crying the loudest. He tentatively picked it up and cradled it. He could feel the wet diaper against his skin. He noted the approving nod from Peggy. He laid the baby on the changing table.
As he pulled off the old diaper, he saw that she was a girl. “There’s a pail for old diapers next to the door.” He got rid of the old diaper. He was wondering how mothers could take the smell.
“The new diapers are in the cabinet.” He went over and picked up a new diaper. As he returned to the table she handed him a clean washcloth. “Be sure to wipe the babies good, then dry and power before you put on the new diaper.” It took him a good five minutes to finish the task.
He returned her to her crib and went on to the next one. As soon as the diaper was clear, a stream of liquid stained the hem of his dress. “With the boys, you’ll want to throw a cloth over their penis as soon as possible.” Methodically, he cleaned him well and made sure that he was dry and powered before he clothed him in a new diaper.
No sooner had he gotten the second baby back in bed, than another started bawling. Sure enough, they were now wet. As soon as he got everyone settled, Peggy came in with a bottle.
“Tomorrow I’ll show you how to prepare the bottles, but for today I’ll bring yours. Babies eat often. So we start feedings at 10, 12, and 2. Why don’t you start with Jane?” “Which one is Jane?” “Sorry.
You’ll need to learn their names. She pointed to a crib by the front window, “Jane.” Then she slowly turned around the room in a clockwise direction.
“Willie, Sue, Tommy, and Jimmie.” She handed him the bottle. After picking up Jane and carrying her to the rocking chair Mark found it a pleasure to finally be able to sit down.
After taking a few minutes to find a comfortable position for them both, he watched as the little baby slowly drained the fluid. He became aware of a slight vibration in his crotch which stopped when he pulled the bottle away.
He slowly worked his way around the room. The vibration continued as he fed each child. It was not an unpleasant feeling. In fact, he could sense himself becoming aroused. But he found it frustrating that his penis had nowhere to expand so he had no way to release the building sexual tension. By the time he had them all fed, he was dying to jerk off. He even started to reach for his crotch when another painful jolt to his groin had him on his knees.
About this time Peggy came in from the kitchen. “Time to check their diapers again!” And so the day went bye, a continual succession of diapers and bottles. Sylvia came to check on him during the 12 o’clock feeding. A smile spread across her face as she watched him with Willie.
She could swear that he was cooing. “Martha, you look like a natural. You know that I could get you some drugs so that you could actually breastfeed them.” He stopped and looked at her, the frustration and anger from the day slowly building. “You little bitch,” A sharp pain shot through him.
He quickly returned the bottle to Willie’s mouth so that the vibration replaced the pain. The day continued without a break. He was told that he should make sure that everyone got a turn in the playpen, no more than three at a time, yet another chore to eat away the time.
By the time he was nearing the end of the final feeding, he could barely keep his eyes open. The vibration was still there and darn, he was daydreaming about having a baby at his breast. As he was putting the last baby back in the crib, Peggy came in. “You need to check and make sure that no one goes home with a wet diaper.” He sighed and started around the room.
About 4:30 the mothers started coming to pick up their children. Mark was introduced to everyone. Sylvia apologized that he was not able to meet them in the morning. Each mother felt the need to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It felt more like family than a working relationship. Finally, all the babies were gone. Sylvia invited him into the kitchen for a cup of coffee which he gratefully accepted.
Sylvia, Peggy, and Mark were all sitting around the table talking about all the cute things that the babies had done that day. He shocked himself by contributing a story on toe play. He could not remember ever being so tired. It was after 6:30 when he managed to find the energy to rise.
As he headed for the front door, Sylvia pulled out a white dress with purple flowers from the hall closet along with a paper bag. She handed him the hanger that it was on as well as the bag. “You can wear this tomorrow. The bag has clean underwear.” “I’m not doing this again.”
“Sure you are! You did really well.” He was surprised when a strong feeling of pride welled up inside of him. Still enough was enough. “I’ve never been so tired!” “It gets easier. Did I mention that you will get paid?”
“How much?” “I can only pay minimum wage, but it’s so fulfilling working with children.” Mark could feel his male macho slowly returning. “I never should have done this.” “Remember your marriage is at stake. I still have the pictures.” “I’m no longer sure that it is worth it.” “Remember financial security.
You’ll never make as much as Betty. And did I mention that I videotaped your day here?” “What?” “I videotaped you. You were so sweet, changing diapers, feeding them their bottle and playing with them. I bet your boss Harry at the auto shop would get a kick out of that. Has he ever seen you in a dress?” “You wouldn’t.” “Of course, I would! I think that you look so sweet.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “See you tomorrow.” Mark had no energy to fight. Besides she could not make him show up.
The way that he felt now, he might not wake up at all tomorrow. The walk to his house seemed so much longer than it had this morning. For a moment he did not think that he was going to make it. He climbed the stairs to the bedroom. He hung the clean dress in the closet. He kicked off the pumps.
Boy did that feel good. He unbuttoned his dress and let it slide down to the floor. He remembered that Sylvia had told him to soak it. So he went into the bathroom and found a bottle of detergent that Betty used to wash some of her work clothes. The box said to use cold water so he fill the sink and added the prescribed amount of soap and added the dress.
By the time he reached the bed, he could go no further. He climbed under the covers with the rest of the clothes still on. Just before he lost consciousness he thought, ‘no way can I take another day like this.’
