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D.A.D. SENDS A BABYSITTER - Part 3

A Story Set in the Brave New World of D.A.D.

Chapter Four: Alistair Gets a Spanking

Alistair was not only crying, he was also screaming, but the time they got
back to Steven Cutler's room. Gloria, the maid, and Mr. Davis - the butler -
had heard the scrreams and hurried to investigate. When they saw the boy
being marched down the hallway the butler and maid looked at each other and
smiled. They had received a good deal of abuse at the whim of the brat and
they were delighted at the thought that he might be about to receive some
himself.

Voyeuristically, Mr. Davis and Gloria crept down the hallway and stationed
themselves at either side of Steve Cutler's door to listen. Here's what they
heard.

"NO! NO! I'M SORRY! DON'T, DON'T SPANK ME!!"

"Quiet down now, son. Making all this noise isn't going to get you off.
You're going over my knee and that's that."

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! NO! STOP! DON'T DO THAT!"

"Your sunsuit is coming down, boy. Spankings are always done on a boy's bare
bottom. (pause) There,let me undo your little straps and just slip this
down. You might just as well step out of it.....there that's better."

"YAH!!"

"See, I told you a little boy does't need underpants Now you're all ready
for a nice lie down on 'daddy's' lap! "

Sounds of humiliated boyish sobbing.

"I'm twenty years old," Alistair wailed.

"Twenty longevity years," Cutler corrected. "Now, I'll just turn you over!"

There was a prolonged howl during the brief interval during which Steven
Cutler picked Alistair up, his bare legs kicking, and gently placed him in
his lap.

Gloria bent down and tried to see through the keyhole. She could just make
out the side of Steven Cutler's body and featuring prominantly in the
right-sided profile was Alistair's pale little behind mounted over Cutler's
knee. Mr. Davis tapped her shoulder and looked down at her from the
dignified height of a butler. Gloria sighed and gave way. Mr. Davis glued
his own eye to the keyhole.

They both could hear Cutler's voice.

"Now listen up, boy. I don't want to spend all our time together punishing
you; we've got a lot of great things to do together, and I want to get to
know you.....not just your bare behind. But my job is to bring DISCIPLINE
and DEVOTION to you and that's what I'm going to do. I guess you need the
'Disclpline' before you're ready to accept the Devotion.'

'You might as well know what this spanking your about to receive is going to
be like, so you can prepare yourself. I'm going to paddle your fanny till
you won't want to sit down on it for two solid day, understand! Then you're
going to do some reflective corner time with me supervising. After
that.....well, we'll see. Son, this is going to hurt me almost as much as
it's going to hurt you."

And Mr. Cutler raised his arm and brought his large, thick palm down on
Alistair's trembling backside.

The sound of that contact was shocking. It was almost like a clap of
thunder. Alistair yowled unashamedly and Mr. Davis saw (with great delight)
a perfect, red impression of Steven Cutler's hand appear across both of
Alistair's cheeks. The boy's bottom seemed to jump up and the crack split
open revealing Alistair's tiny rectum. Simultaneously, both of the boy's
legs flew up and then started kicking like crazy.

WHAM!

The hand came down again and again Alistair howled.

"STOP!"

A second handprint appeared, superimposed over the first.

"Try to calm down, son, we're just starting," Cutler said cooly.

WHAM!

Steven Cutler's palm landed on the lower part of Alistair's backside. The
Babysitter didn't have to think about right or left side. His hand covered
the whole territory!

WHAM!

Alistair's cry, after this wallop was mixed with the unmistakable croaking of
approaching tears.

Mr. Davis could make out one of Alistair's arms flailing wildly in the air.
It looked as though the boy were strugging to escape from his Guardian's lap.
He was!

WHAM!

"Baaaaw!" The tears broke through, and Alistair wailed.

WHAM!

As Alistair kicked and flailed his backside was opened futher and the last
wallop hand landed right against that opening. This elicited a rather
piercing cry from the boy!

"Are you going to obey me, Alistair?" Steven Cutler asked.

WHAM!

"YES!" Alistair yelled. He would have said 'Yes' to any number of things to
stop that hand from landing on his unprotected and well-presented bottom.

WHAM!

"When I tell you to do something, what are you going to do?"

WHAM!

"OW! Baw! DO IT! Baw!"

WHAM!

"And what will I do if you don't do it?"

WHAM!

"Oh, please! Don't! You'll.....baw......you'll spank me!"

WHAM!

"That's right, son, I'll bare your bottom and spank you. Next time you won't
get my hand....next time, you get the hairbrush."

WHAM!

"YOW! STOP, STOP. Oh Daddy! OW!"

He's said it! Alistair, in his extremity had called out to the Man spanking
him by the title that all spanked boys use eventually, "DADDY."

WHAM!

"I'm sorry to have to punish you, scout, but you brought it on yourself."

WHAM!

"You don't want to lie over my knee.. BEHAVE!"

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

"Let me see!" Gloria hissed at Mr. Davis. But he was glued to the keyhole.
He was also touching the front of his pants and Gloria saw him do it.

WHAM!

Mr. Davis had watched Alistair's young backside change colors in a most
enthralling way. It had gone from white to blushing pink and swelled
slightly in the process. Now the boy's behind was bright red and perfectly
round. It also had taken on a luminescence that was amazing. Mr. Davis had
two boys at home, they were twelve and fourteen longevity years old. Mr.
Davis resolved to find some excuse to bare their bottoms and spank them to
see if he could achieve that same crimson glow. He was sure that he could do
it, especially if he rubbed the palm of his hand with some abrasive first.

WHAM!

Alistair was sobbing continuously now, and his thrashing was even more
frenzied.

"I can't take anymore! Oh, please don't! Waaaah! I'm sorry I was bad.
I'll be good!"

WHAM!

"You'd better be good!" Steven Cutler said. "If you forget, I'll remind you!"

WHAM!

"Daddy! Daddy! Please, don't spank me anymore!" Alistair wailed.

"Almost done," Steven Cutler reassured the boy. "I think a dozen more good
wallops should do it."

"NO, PLEASE!"
But Steven Cutler was as good as his word and Alistair had no choice but to
feel another dozen burning smacks delivered to his blazing backside.

It was a very limp, very sore, little boy who was held sobbing over his
Guardian's lap while the Man gently rubbed the bottom he had punished.

Then, Steven Cutler lifted Alistair off of his lap and set him on his feet.
The boy was so shakey that he almost collapsed, and Steven Cutler swept the
boy into his arms the moment he realized this. Alistair did not resist. On
the contrary. Mr. Davis could just make out how Alistair threw his arms
around Steven Cutler's neck and held on tight. Then Steven Cutler moved out
of view as he walked up and down the room, whispering reassurances to the
spanked boy that he held so tightly in his arms.

(to be continued)