Joe watched as his mother pulled away from the drive way with annoyance. He was eighteen and definitely didn't need a babysitter and so he was enraged when his mother had informed him that he would have to stay with a friend of hers for a month while she was on vacation.
He sighed and rang the doorbell a few times. He had never even met the person he was staying with. A woman in a sweater and Jeans answered the door and he immediately perked up.
She was very beautiful and much taller than his short frame: He was a late bloomer and still looked about twelve. She must have been a half foot taller than him making him look even more like a kid. She had a nice body on her, she was plump but in the right places, she looked like a woman. Her face was equally attractive: Warm and comforting, framed with red hair that fell to her shoulders.
"Hello," she started "You must be Joey." She said in a southern accent. He nodded and she responded "Well Joey, I'm Beth and your mommy has told me to take care of you." She said with a giggle.
Joe sighed and nodded in agreement. He had stepped inside now and was putting his bag down next to the door.
She had a rather small house, if she was living alone why would she need a bigger one. But cosy, in a welcoming way.
"Now if I'm to take care of you the way your mommy says you're going to have to listen to me and do as I say. Don't think I won't punish you mister because I will."
"Um, okay." He responded, unsure as to why he was being treated this way.
"Now, lets get you ready for bed." She said picking up his bag.
"What are you talking about, its only seven o'clock," he argued confused.
"Yes, now get ready for bed." She said pointing upstairs. She picked up his bag, that he had found heavy, with one arm and shooed him upstairs. She followed behind him and led him to a room. He entered it and Beth followed him.
The room was fairly large with a small double bed in one corner. It had a large closet at the side and a dressing table as well as what looked like an en-suite bathroom.
She dropped his bag and put her hands on her hips.
"So where are you sleeping," he asked shyly.
"With you." She said as if that made complete sense.
"What are you talking about?" He asked confused. She put her hand on his shoulder and looked him dead in the eye.
"Sweetie, your mommy wants me to take care of you, I'm going to make sure I do."
Had this woman gone loopy, he was eighteen years old not months.
"If you're shy I'll get changed first." She stated.
"What," he thought as she didn't even wait for an answer. She stripped of her sweater and jeans exposing her pale skin, she threw the clothes in a hamper and began to put on her pajamas. She opened her closet, revealing a large array of clothes.
She dressed in a black slip that revealed a good bit of cleavage and stopped at her mid thigh.
She turned to face Joe and placed her hands on her hips waiting for him.
"With all due respect miss," he started. "I don't want to sleep with you."
She brushed past him and sat firmly on the edge of the bed. He had no idea what was coming, but it couldn't be good. She reached for his upper body and effortlessly pulled him up over onto her lap. She pulled his pants down and then removed his shirt, leaving him stark naked. He couldn't believe it, but she started to spank him. Light taps at first, but they gradually began to increase in speed and
strength.
This will teach you a lesson, young man. I said if you needed anything, you should let me know. I hope you will listen next time, hon. This is for your own good." The sweet southern accent wasn't so nice anymore, certainly due to the pain coursing through his cheeks at the moment. She had me count to 40 spanks and then stopped. The emotions running through Joe were taking over quickly. How did he allow this to occur? Everything was so embarrassing and he could feel water welling up in his eyes. He tried to hold it together while she put him back on his feet, picked up the covers on the floor and made the bed.
"Get in." She commanded. Considering what just happened, he was in no condition to argue. He hopped in quickly and she sat down beside him forcing him into the corner, he couldn't escape.
"Now, I hope my sweet little boy has learnt his lesson." She said as she stroked his forehead lightly with the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry for what I said, but I am not a little boy." He stated with conviction.
"Oh honey pie, next to me, you are a baby. You are not a man, but still a widdle boy. So, if you step out of line, will be punished like one. Mummy knows what's best for you!"
Joe couldn't believe what she was saying. Had this woman gone loopy?
She pulled the covers back and climbed into the bed next to him. She pulled him close to her and placed his head on her breasts and fell asleep quickly.
Joe true to escape an run home, he had his keys in his bag. But when he tried to escape hr found that this woman had some sort of iron grip on him. She was strong, he tried to escape for a good five minutes but found he was far too weak. And so he gave up on his quest and tried to get some sleep, maybe it wouldn't be too bad he thought. He buried his head in the soft pillow of Beth's chest and fell asleep.