Naughty Sitter Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216
My neighbors hired me to babysit next door. Little did Mr. and Mrs. Smith know, what a horny, slutty vixen I really am deep inside. I showed up early to meet and greet my charges. Mr. Smith couldn’t keep his eyes off of me, looking me up and down and eyeing my every curve. While Mrs. Smith was putting away snacks and instructions for the little ones, I made sure to wink at Mr. Smith, making his brow sweat and him pull back his tie.
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
One of the greatest parts of being a babysitter is exploring the world of make-believe and fantasy! When I’m babysitting, we can play dress up and be whoever we dream to be. That’s what happened when Silky’s mom asked me over to sit for them. When I arrived, Silky suggested we play dress up because her mom had a closet full of beautiful, soft things. We tiptoed into her mom’s beautiful room, I looked over the vanity which was lined with expensive perfumes and lipsticks as Silky pushed open the closet and showed me all of the beautiful pieces of lingerie and robes in all types of delicious fabrics.
I could see Silky’s eyes growing wide as I asked her to show me all of her favorite things. She shared with me that her mom didn’t know she liked playing in her pretty things, and I told her that the secret was more than safe with me. We’d clean up and put everything back in perfect order…after we had our fun.
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After I caught Eugene in his sister’s panties, I told him we needed to go to the unique boutique where we’d get him his very own sissy panties. He shouldn’t be stealing because that’s so wrong. Not to mention it violates his sister’s privacy, so off we went to the particular shop that would fit Eugene for his own perfect sissy panties.
When we arrived, so many other little sissies were running amuck in their girlie undies, and I could see the anxious excitement in Eugene’s eyes. He wanted his own pair so badly! We told the clerk he liked stretch, soft nylon panties the most. Not lace or cotton, but shiny nylon.
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It’s been so hot this week; I don’t know why I didn’t think to bring my swimsuit while babysitting for you. You have a beautiful pool, and it’s an easy way to entertain the munchkins.
Usually, I’m a modest, one-piece kind of girl, and I’d never wear anything skimpy while working, but we were desperate to cool off. The kids said their mom wouldn’t mind if I borrowed her bathing suit because she has so many. When I looked in your wife’s drawer, there were only string bikinis. I couldn’t disappoint them by not jumping in with them or saying no to swimming on such a sweltering day, so I tied one on.
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
It must be so taxing to be in trouble all the time—as if you can’t do anything right! Your mom is always yelling at you, your teachers are forever scolding you, and we won’t even get started on your father! Have no fear, though; my little friend, your babysitter, sees how hard you are trying to be good.
No one else thinks so; they think you WANT to be bad. But you don’t, do you? You’re so tired of ALWAYS being the one who gets spanked! For once, YOU want to do the spanking. Well, I don’t think things have been fair either. Come into my bedroom, and babysitter Val will teach you how to spank.
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Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
I’m a babysitter with a big dream. A goal, if you will. I long for a world where every cock, big or small, is locked in a chastity cage. I wish for a time when men are submissive and obedient. Their orgasms are not only controlled by women but so owned that no man could even attempt cumming without a female’s permission.
As a babysitter, I’ve been working hard to see that my dreams indeed become a reality. All those cute lil brats I sit for, every one of them gets their worthless dick locked up tight, and only I have the key!
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
I got a call from Neil around lunchtime on Friday. He was whispering into the phone, and it was really difficult to understand what he was saying until finally he hissed, ” I had an accident. Can you bring me a pair of underwear? Please, Val!” I sighed heavily. The last thing I wanted to do on my Friday was go down to the school to give that naughty boy a pair of his briefs.
I’d been telling his Mother he needed to be in diapers 24/7 due to his reoccurring accidents. However, she said it was just a phase, and he would grow out of it. I wondered if he’d grow out of it a lot quicker if, instead of bringing him briefs, I brought him a pair of his babysitter’s panties.
When Mommy Vivian walks into her babyboy’s room she finds Babysitter Kayla attempting to place a diaper on him. I say attempting because she was unsuccessful. Why? Because BabyBoy Riley pitched a tent in his diaper and it just won’t close! Babysitter Kayla was laughing and teasing him telling him that she was going to tell Mommy on him. He was squealing and begging her not to.
I love babysitting my little boys! They’re always so respectful and listen to everything I have to say. Very obedient, they don’t want to make their mommies upset when I tell them how our day went! I always have a good time with them. Of course, when they are naughty they get a good spanking from Miss Mila and no goodbye game, but when they are good? Oh boy! I make sure they know they have been good. How else are they supposed to keep being nice little boys? Now, how do I reward them? Well, it depends on the boy. But, there are some constants in my games.
Valerie 844-332-2639 Ext 243
Even when I babysit, I always sleep naked. I just can’t get comfortable to sleep if I’m twisted up in anything other than the sheets. Little Travie had been down for a good while when I decided to get undressed and climb into his parent’s bed. They would be out for the night; I didn’t see any harm in enjoying the king-sized bed all to myself instead of the bumpy day bed in their guest room.
I rolled to his Dad’s side and inhaled his pillow. God, the man smelled so good. I closed my eyes and then ground my bald little pussy into the sheets where he lays down every night as thoughts of his smile danced through my head. He’d never made a move on me, but every time I saw him, I wished that he would. Lost in the fantasy, I didn’t hear Travie come in until he was beside the bed. I pulled the sheets to my naked full breast. “What’s wrong, honey?” I tried to play it off like I hadn’t just been humping his Dad’s side of the bed. “Was it a nightmare?”