Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2015 20:17:18 +0000 From: First Timer Subject: Babysitting at Mr Collins House At 12, I was an underdeveloped child about 4'9 and was the shortest in my class. I was a bit of joker amongst my friends maybe because I was a little insecure about being one of the last of my peers to show any signs of maturity. My parents were great friends with my music tutor at the time, Mr Collins. He was always voicing his concerns how he felt I didn't take enough responsibility in my learning or even my life in general. He was a mild-mannered man in his late 50's but still youthful looking, only just starting to show a few grey hairs on his head of brown. His presence in a room would always give me a weird mix of fear with something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It all began when my mum suggested that I should have to earn my pocket money and, upon suggestion from Mr Collins, that I should start by looking after his son Nathan while he and his wife went to theatre one Friday evening. On the morning of the big day, I packed a pair of shorts and a tee in with my school stuff as I was to head straight there after computer club about 5:30. Timidly, I approached the door of the Collins' abode and carefully knocked. "Well hello, Charlie. How are you doing?", Helen was Mr. Collins' wife. She seemed to be rather friendly with me and would not shy away from ruffling my hair and pinching my cheek when saying hello to me in public. I was too polite to ever mention that it felt a bit childish. "I'm okay thank you, Mrs. Collins'." as I fiddled with the pocket of my shorts for the note my mum had given for her. "My mum said to give you this." "Thank you Charlie. Come in, please and head down the hall. Mike is just finishing up with Nathan at the moment. Please don't worry about disturbing them.", and she left abruptly towards kitchen, note in tow. As I headed down the hall towards the lounge, I noticed a distinct lack of noise coming from the room ahead. Thinking I might have had the wrong room, I knocked briefly before turning the doorhandle. In the far corner next to the television was a very red-faced little boy wearing only his small white briefs and trembling slightly. Mr Collins' looked up from his book and ushered me into the room, "Charlie! Come in! So sorry you've had to come home to this. Nathan here threw a bit of tantrum this morning and spilled his orange juice all over the kitchen counter. I'm sure he's regretting it now.", Mr Collins lay his book on the arm of the chair. "We're in for one more round here and then Helen and I will be off pronto. Please, have a seat", as I moved over to him he patted the cushion next to his own and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Looking into my eyes he said, "You don't mind do you Charlie? I'm sure your parents still spank you from time to time?" My face went flush red and my eyes darted to floor, "Uhh, no not really anymore sorry, not since I was little sir". Since stepping into the room a few seconds ago, it felt liked I'd entered into a seperate universe. My head was spinning out of control and butterflies were dancing uncontrollably in my belly. Sighing slightly, Mr Collins continued, "Well, if you ever feel like you need it Charlie, there's always more than enough room in our house for one more". Mr Collins' took his hand off my shoulder and sat down next me, our legs seperated by less than a foot of space. "Nathan. It's time, come on over" For the first time since I had walked in the room I registered the figure of the small boy standing in the corner. Nathan was incredibly cute, he was wearing an old pair of Y's that hung a little bit low around his waist. Standing, he was about a half foot shorter than me but still probably bigger than I was at his age. I felt a stirring in my groin begin to push the fabric out on my shorts. A sense of shame came over me as he turned when I realised I had been staring at his bum for several seconds, now quite obvious as I looked up to see him staring at me wide-eyed. A quick wave and an abashed look lead him over towards his dad where he stood just in front of his knees. "Don't worry Charlie, Nathan is quite used to being punished while guests are here. It adds to the embarrassment see and little boys don't get to decide who sees them punished, isn't that right little boy?" "Yes Dad" "Okay now hands on head" Nathan's hands went straight to his head like an army salute. Mr Collins opened his knees so that they made full contact with my own, sending an electric shock right through me and I moved back slightly. I bent over just slightly and tried to move my hand into my short pants so that my now rigid stick would stand up against the waistband of my shorts. Nathan moved between his fathers legs and turned around. Mr Collins' took his left hand and pulled the waistband right up between the boys cheeks and let it go slapping back onto the small of his back, accentuating the two globes. Then, with one hand on either side of Nathan's hip he grasped the waistband and slowly pulled them down, towards his knees and then onto the floor. As he did so, Mr Collins' face drew close to the boys bum and breathed in less than a few cm from the boy's most secret place. "Feet." Nathan deftly moved one foot then the other out of the pants on his ankles so that they lay between his legs with one foot either side. Mr. Collins picked them up and placed them next to his leg on my side, touching me just slightly as he did so, another electric shock went through me. "Bend." As Mr. Collins gave the command Nathan was already beginning to bend over and went head first with his hands holding his ankles. By now, the man's face was close enough that he would have been able to see a single hair, had the boy had any, around his small wrinkled hole. Drawing back, he drew his left hand up to the left globe and held firmly, using his thumb to stretch the inner bumcheek out. In a second swift motion, he drew his right hand up and did the same on the opposite side, now stretching the boy's sphincter muscle on both sides. Pausing for a few moments like this, Mr Collins gave a satisfied look, "I see you've finally been learning to clean yourself correctly." "Yes Dad, I've been cleaning real good" "And inside too?", he took his thumb to his mouth, licked the digit and placed it just slightly into the boy's hole, swiped, and inspected the evidence with scrutiny. "Yes! yes Dad inside too" Mr Collins licked his thumb again and repeated the process. Hesitating just slightly after sticking his thumb in his mouth the second time. "Good. Lets get on with it then!" slapping his hands on his legs. As Nathan stood up and placed his hands back on his head I noticed that his little weiner, which had barely been noticeable up to this point, was standing up like a little lighthouse curving slightly up in front his dad's face. If Nathan noticed his saluting state, he definitely didn't seem embarrassed by it, I thought. Probably just a little boy thing, as I reflected upon my own painfully hard situation at this point. Pausing briefly as if breathing everything in, Mr Collins took hold of Nathan's arm leading him down over his left leg. "Over you go then" As Nathan went over, he readied his legs to lift them over his dad's other knee so that he would be lying fully over both his legs, his little boner pushing right into his dad's smart black trousers. Consequently, and far too suddenly, I realised this meant there were now a small pair of feet pushing directly into my lap. Unsure how to handle the situation I simply sat there in my shorts awaiting what might happen next. One of Mr Collins' hands slowly rubbed the boy's inner thigh, just below his middle. Then after a few moments moved up to the left bum cheek, squeezed, and headed back down again. Each time he squeezed, I felt a little death as a small reveal of the boys rosebud came into view briefly. "Now then Nathan, you've really been getting out of hand lately. On Tuesday I found a dirty great stain in your pants and this morning you go and through a huge tantrum when you knew your mother was already late for work. What do you have to say for yourself?" Sniffling slightly, the boy replied "Sorry dad, I'm really super sorry. I really I won't ever throw a tantrum again ever! Please, I'll be a good boy honest!" "I really hope so Nathaniel, you're such a good boy normally but you know you'll never learn without facing the consequences of your behaviour." "Dad please go easy on me, my bum still hurts from yesterday, pleeease" "Now now you know the fee, if you hadn't lost your temper in the first place you wouldn't be in this muddle, would you?" Mr Collins raised his hand in the air, and brought it back down to the boys cheeks with a satisfying SLAAAAAP. "OWWWWWWWWWWW" What followed was an onslaught of hand movement, both cheeks quickly went from an already slight crimson to a deep red as the hand moved down towards the thighs and back up again. Surprisingly, Nathan was able to control his legs and feet fairly succesfully at first, managing to simply flex his feet up and down to control the pain. Unfortunately for me that meant I now had the boys feet flexing progressively more franticly directly on my thighs and crotch. As if like a homing missile the boys left foot found its target and dislodged my excited member from its hiding place under the waistband of my shorts. Unable to control the sensation I moaned quietly but still audibly as it happened. Seemingly focused on the job in hand Mr Collins began to focus his efforts across the middle of the boys cheeks, creating a loud sound but mostly ineffective at reaching the still milky white inner buttcheek areas. Almost as quickly as it had started, the spanking stopped. Mr Collins lifted the boy's right leg and forced the limb down off of my leg so that it rested fairly comfortably just under my knees. He then lifted the boy's other leg and wedged it further towards me, importantly up and away from my crotch. Mr Collins' looked over at me, briefly stopping his eyes on the obscene tent in my shorts, and looked at the embarrassment in my face. "Could you hold his foot for me? If he tries to kick, just hold tighter" He glanced once more down at my crotch and what looked to be a slight smile appeared on his face. He raised his hand and began to attack the milky white of the inner buttcheeks with less power but more precision than was being used previously. With this new position I could see the boys hole being intimately revealed to me, only being shrouded in a very slight shadow. Stopping the spanking briefly, with one hand Mr Collins pulled the left buttcheek tight to one side revealing the boy's core in all its glory to me. I gasped once again quite taken. He lifted his gaze to my own and said "You must make sure that you spank them right here, it's a boys most sensitive area you know" And with that he took two fingers and much less firmly now brought them down onto the boys hole. Nathan gasped with the new sensation and began taking short intakes of breathes as the punishment repeated. Witnessing the ongoing event I felt my penis swelling up in my pants and I thought I was about to pee myself. A loud buzzing feeling took hold of me and I felt the most exquisite feelings I'd ever experienced in my short 12 years of life. I felt my penis convulse several times in my shorts and my grip lessened on the foot. I almost dropped it as the feelings subsided, my penis however, had never gone back to being soft after having my first entirely accidental dry cum. Stopping the punishment briefly Mr Collins spoke, "Are you okay Charlie? You look a little light headed?". He took his hand, which up to this point had been used to punish poor Nathan, and placed it on my forehead rubbing gently. It felt extremely warm to the touch. "Uhh. Sorry, Mmm.. Mr Collins I just uuhh.. lost concentration I guess." He took a hold of my shoulder and brought his other hand up to my flush cheek. "Don't worry Charlie, I understand completely. I know what it was like to be your age, always losing focus at the wrong times. What I think you need is a guiding hand. How about when I have some free time I show you how I deal with Nathan in these situations and you can decide whether you might need some of the same? Does that sound good?" "Uhh sure Mr Collins, that sounds good I guess" "Okay good. well I'm glad we sorted that out. Anyway, back to business!" And Mr Collins took his hand back to the task quite suddenly, catching Nathan by surprise and causing a few "Oohs" and "Aahs" from the boy. Mr Collins finished with one great last slap across the boy's right cheek and said, "Right. Sorry Nathan no time for the cream tonight. Up you get", and taking his arm the boy reluctantly stood up. His face was completely red and still sobbing. A big line of snot trailed right across his face. To my surprise, his little passenger was still standing like the eiffel tower, pulsating in time to his rapiadly beating heart. Taking a handerchief out of his suit pocket, Mr Collins proceeded to wipe the snot from Nathan's face getting the boy to blow once and then twice into it. With suitable humor his boner was almost windmilling around to the motion and I let out a loud giggle at the peculiarity of the whole situation. Both father and son looked over at me and for the first time all evening I saw a huge smile appear on Nathan's face, followed quickly by a fit of infectious giggles reducing the three of us into an incomprehensible cacophony of the chuckles. "MIKE WE REALLY HAVE TO BE GOING IN THE NEXT 5 IF WE WANT TO GET OUR SEATS BEFORE THE SHOW STARTS" A voice from the hallway broke the touching moment between us and a quick look down to his watch told Mr Collins that his wife was indeed correct. "Okay Charlie, on punishment nights we don't usually allow Nathan to watch any TV or play with any of his toys. Since you're here I'll let you watch one programme before bath time to help pass the time, I hope that's okay." "You should order pizza to arrive for half 6. The money and number is on the counter in the kitchen, I'm sure Nathan will tell you what he likes. Bath time is at 7:30 and please make sure he washes everywhere. Yes, that includes your ears mister." The door to the living room opened and Helen's head popped in expectantly. "Bed time follows by 8:30 and if he isn't in bed with his teeth brushed on the dot he knows what will happen", A glance to the woman standing impatiently by the door told him it was time to wrap things up. "Okay that's it we should be back at half 10, hopefully no later. Goodbye Sweety!" And Mr Collins took his still naked son's head into his hands and kissed the forehead. "I hope you think about what I said Charlie. Have a great night boys. We're trusting you to behave", not entirely to Nathan. He briefly hugged Nathan, then turned to me before standing to head out the door. As he stood, I took note of the smart black pants Mr Collins was wearing and noticed the slight bulge in the front. My mind began racing as he made to follow in the path that Helen had already made to the taxi outside. "Oh and Hey", he said turning back to both us, "maybe Charlie will help you rub in the lotion after your bath? What do you say Charlie?" My face went new shade of red as Nathan's face lit up like a christmas tree waiting for my answer.