Date: Sat, 25 May 2019 15:31:20 +0200
From: Drusilla Andrews <drusilla@gmx.com>
Subject: Babysitting the Brat

Babysitting the Brat.

BY. Drusilla

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	I was 17; in my junior year of high school. I was that typical
nerdy girl, I took a lot of honors classes. I was a member of the speech
and drama club; the journalism club and the science club. I was also a
lesbian and had been all my life. I also kept it a closely guarded
secret. Nobody knew, except maybe my mother. She was extremely smart and
very hard to fool.

	I did not consider myself attractive in the least. However, there
were high school boys that were always talking to me and asking me out. I
never accepted; I always assumed they were poking fun at me because I was
this glasses wearing nerd. That may have concerned me; if I were interested
in boys. However, I didn't cared what they thought.

	I had a steady babysitting job for Mrs. Sanders. I had been
babysitting her daughter, Ashley since she was 10. In fact it was my very
first job. Ashley was 13 now. I didn't think she would need a babysitter at
13, but Mrs. Sanders stilled called me that Friday night. She asked if I
could come over early Saturday.

	They had to drive to a neighboring town for a meeting. They
wouldn't be home until around nine that evening. I didn't see any problem
so I told her yes I would be happy to sit all day with Ashley. As for
Ashley, to put it bluntly. She is a spoiled little brat. Her mother and
father give into her all the time no matter what. She can be a pain in the
ass to babysit sometimes.

	I arrived a little before noon and fixed some lunch for me and
Ashley. I let her go play while I watched PBS on their big screen
television.

Ashley walked up to me. "I wanna play a game."

"What kind of game?"

"Wonder Woman!"

	I shook my head. "What kind of game is that?"

"I'm Wonder Woman and you're the evil queen. I have to capture you before
you destroy the world."

I looked over at her. "Really? That sounds so childish."

She jumped up and . "I don't care! I wanna play."

I couldn't stand to hear her whine so I gave in.

	I turned off the television. "Ok. How do we play this?"

"You go hide. I come and find you and capture you with my lasso of truth."

"Your lasso of truth?"

"Yes. Anyone captured with the lasso has to obey all commands. Didn't you
ever read Wonder Woman comic books?"

	I rolled my eyes. "No. I don't read comics. They're too childish."

"Ok you go hide. I'll find you and capture you with my lasso."

She went into the kitchen and I went into Mrs. Sanders closet. All her
clothes smelled so good. I heard Ashley running up and down the halls. When
she came into the bedroom; I heard a thud.

"Ouch! I broke my ankle!"

	I quickly threw open the closet door and rushed out. Ashley was
standing in front of the bed. She tossed her lasso over me. "Got you!"

	I pulled the rope off. "You tricked me! Your ankle isn't broken."

"Yeah. Pretty smart, huh? I have to tie you with the lasso of truth."

I placed my arms down to my side. She wrapped the lasso around my waist and
my arms.

	She pulled me down the hall. "You need to go to the prisoner
chair."

She sat me down in the kitchen chair and tied my ankles to the chair
legs. Then she tied my arms to the side of the chair.

I was not happy. "OK! Ashley. This has gone far enough. You untie. You hear
me?"

	She giggled and stepped back. "Why? What you gonna do?"

"Ashley! Don't make me angry."

She giggled again. "You make too much noise."

She took a white dish dowel; rolled it up and used it as a gag for my
mouth. At that point, I was becoming more frightened than I was angry.

	I tried to protest, shaking the chair and shouting through the
gag. Ashley just watched me and laughed. I was so ashamed to admit this
little brat had tricked me.

She walked over to me smiling. She removed my glasses; which meant I
couldn't see far away only close up.

"You're really pretty Monica. I love your green eyes."

	She reached up and undid my ponytail.  "I wish I had hair long as
yours."

She ran her fingers through my hair, untangling it. I kept trying to shout
UNTIE ME through the gag.

"Your boobs are beautiful."

Now I was really getting nervous. I had no idea what she was going to do
and that scared me.

	Her hands lifted up my shirt. All I had on that day was tee shirt;
sport bra; shorts and sneakers. She put her fingers under my sport bra and
pulled it up. My boobs immediately flopped out in the open. I was squirming
around in the chair trying to get loose, but the little brat had tied the
ropes too well.

She held up her hand. "Don't jump all over. You might fall over on the
floor. I can't pick you up."

	Ashley reached over and slid her hands up and over my boobs. Her
thumbs flicked my nipples. She lifted my breasts and kissed my nipple and
it sent shivers through my body. That made me wonder if Ashley was also a
lesbian. Or maybe, she was just sexually curious about older girls. I was
filled out much bigger than her.

	I had always been attracted to older women. My role models were my
mother and my aunt. They always controlled me; they were figures of
authority. When I was 13; I had the biggest crush on Miss. Hodges. She was
my math teacher. She was so hot in those high heels; white blouse and gray
skirts she always wore. Sometimes I imagined I could see her nipples
through her blouse. She was the first woman to make me feel wet.

	Suddenly I realized Ashley had her right hand down my shorts; she
was playing with my pussy. At the same time, she had her left hand in her
pants playing with her pussy. This little brat was trying to sexually
dominate me and I was getting aroused. He little fingers knew right where
to go.

	I could tell she had been around the block before. I couldn't close
my legs because they were tied them open. She pulled her pants down and was
masturbating herself and me at the same time. She drove me into and orgasm
that blew the top of my head off. I never felt anything like it.

	My shorts; the chair; everything was all wet. She was moaning; her
eyes were closed and her hand was locked between her legs. She looked so
sexy. If I had been free; I would have kissed her mouth with my tongue. I
kept nodding my head and grunting. She finally removed the gag.

The first thing I said. "You're a nasty little brat! You know that?"

	She giggled and cupped my breasts. "Yeah. And I just masturbated
you. You can't tell anybody about it."

She was right about that. I would probably go to jail if anyone found out.

"Come on Ashley. Untie me. My arms are starting to hurt."

She untied the ropes. I put my boobs back in the my bra and pulled my tee
shirt down.

	I saw how wet my shorts and panties were. "I have to wash and dry
these before your parents get home. I tossed them in the washer. I grabbed
a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I marched back into the living room
where Ashley was sitting on the floor flipping through the TV channels.

	I dropped down on the sofa. "Why are you such a brat?"

She giggled. "I always like you. You're pretty."

I shook mt head. "I'm still mad at you for what you did."

She climbed up on the sofa; leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

"Why did you do that?"

	She smiled at me. "Because I wanted to kiss you."

I knew there was no way on earth she could have known I was a lesbian. I
held her back. "Do you like girls? Do you do that at school?"

She smiled at me again. "If you mean am I a lezzie. Yes."

I stared at her. "I suppose you learned that in school?"

	I had no idea and I had been babysitting her since she was 10. I
don't know how I missed it. All the times she wanted to snuggle with me. I
just thought she wanted some attention. As soon as I looked into her eyes;
she planted a big kiss on my lips. Her hand rubbed across my boobs. She was
making me feel so strange.

	I got up from the sofa. "What are we going to have for dinner?"

She grabbed my towel and pulled it off. She laughed out loud, running down
the hall swinging the towel.

I ran after her; naked from the waist down. "Give me that towel you little
brat!"

She laughed and ran into her bedroom.

	She jumped on the bed. "You got such a beautiful butt."

"Never mind my butt. Give me that towel."

When I reached for the towel; she pulled me onto the bed. I was becoming so
frustrated with her. She quickly slipped her hand into my pussy.

"Ashley. Please..."

	She kissed me before I could finish. Her eyes stared at me. "Take
your clothes off."

I didn't even resist; I slipped my shirt and bra off and rolled over. She
kissed my boobs and my nipples. I was so submissive to her touch. I let her
take control of me.

"Spread your legs."

	She moved down between my legs. I could feel her hot breath on my
pussy. Her tongue slid up and down and over my clit. I couldn't believe she
was so good at this. I kissed her back. Her young lips were so soft and
sweet. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. She was driving me
wild. My hands were rubbing her little naked butt; it was so firm, round
and perfect.

	We rolled around on the bed. I gave her little pussy the best
orgasm I possibly could. She responded by giving me another fantastic
orgasm. We lay there in each others arms, staring at the ceiling.

I put my hand on her little boobs. "Where did you learn all this?"

She giggled. "I go to a private girls school. And some of those older girls
know a lot."

	I couldn't disagree with that. She was obviously a quick
learner. She slung her leg over my stomach, quickly climbing on top me. She
placed her hands on my shoulders to hold me down.

"I want you to be my sex slave."

I stared up at her and chuckled. "Ashley. That's so stupid. I can't be your
sex slave."

	She leaned in, sliding her tongue across my lips. "Sure you can. I
want to have you for my own. I want to own you."

"Ashley! Please. Stop talking like that. It's stupid."

She kissed me again and again. "I could tell how you made love to me. You
would do anything I want."

	As I lay under her, letting her kiss me over and over. She was
stripping away all my defenses, leaving me vulnerable to her
demands. "Ashley? What do you expect me to do as your love slave?"

"Go into the shower and wash me all over. And I mean all over."

I smiled and nodded. "Oh all right."

	I was aroused just by washing her; her little soapy, sexy body felt
so wonderful. As did her little butt and little butt crack. However, she
was teasing me just like the little brat she was. She didn't even touch
once and she knew that was driving me mad. I was use to her playing with my
boobs, but she said no.

	I looked at the clock, it was almost six. I went to the kitchen to
see what I should fix the two of us to eat. Ashley walked in and just
smacked me on ass.

"I want pizza. Mom said I could order from the Pizza Place. She always uses
them for her business lunches."

I agreed. "Ok. Fine. I didn't want to cook anyway.

	She wouldn't let me dress. She said I had to stay naked so she
could look at me while we ate. I never envision myself being with such a
young girl. As I said; I was always fond of older women; women of
authority. Now, this young little brat was dominating me. I was truly
aroused by this role reversal. I found it was quite sexy."

	By the time Mr. and Mrs. Sanders got home it was after nine. Ashley
had crashed and was sound asleep in her bed. After all she did have a very
busy day playing with me. Mrs. Sanders paid me and I felt a little guilty
taking it. Especially after the wonderful day I had. I probably should have
paid her.

	A week had passed. Mrs Sanders called me one Friday evening and
said Ashley was having a slumber party with some of her friends from
school. She wanted me to come and chaperoned. It seems that Saturday
evening, they were going to a party.

I told her I would be more than happy to do it. I smiled to myself. I knew
I was going to have a much better party at their house.

FIN.