The babysitter Chapter 1.
#1 of The babysitter
Ok, this is my first story, and as such it may be a bit sloppy. I'm quite open to criticism. If you see something wrong, point it out. This story will involve diapers, but this current chapter does not. I've noticed there's a short supply of straight diaper stories, and so i figured I would add a couple.
Jack woke to the sound of his alarm, which he always forgot to shut off before the weekend. Before he could slam the slab of 1990's electronics to shut it up, he noticed a sticky note atop the snooze button. Jack read it aloud as he slammed the ancient clock. " Jack, gone on business trip to Europe. Be back Monday. Mind the babysitter."
The fur yawned and stretched out his arms and legs, before smoothing the fur on his feline tail idly as he thought for a moment. "Babysitter?" Thoughts of his old babysitter forcing him to do chores suddenly popped into his head. Of the hours he'd spent with Ms. Wringler, not a second had been enjoyable. The eighty-year-old badger woman had a way of charming Jack's parents with a clean home upon their return, which kept her coming back each and every time his dad got a business trip.
Jack found himself shuffling down stairs as slowly as possible in his pajamas. They were the sort children half his age would wear, but the feline found himself wearing them night after night. Something could be said about the comfort of fleece which made the cold world outside the bed more bearable in the morning.
Great shock racked the kitty's head as he suddenly came to the realization that something was off. Every time Ms. Wringler was there, she cooked a breakfast of oatmeal and listed off his chores whilst he ate. Walking into the kitchen proved that not only was there no breakfast, but Ms. Wringler was gone! Standing before him a somewhat busty skunk only a year or two older than he sat at the table looking over some paperwork.
"Uh.... hello?" The skunk grinned a bit, scribbling on a pad of paper with a blue pen. "Hello, Jack. My name's Surly and I'll be babysitting you for the weekend. There's going to be some ground rules." She stood up and looked Jack directly in the eyes, a look that told him she was in charge and there was no use in denying it. " Ms. Wringler is sick for the week, and this is my opportunity to take over. You may think this means I'm at your mercy, but you're quite wrong. I'm aware that under her supervision you cleaned the house for hours on your own. What I offer will be a much better alternative than this, provided you do as I say."
Jack easily nodded, considering that anything she could offer short of crime. " While you slept I mowed the lawn and took out the trash. Your work for today will be to weed the garden. I'm going to do some shopping, and when I'm back in precisely two hours you will be finished. Understand?" The catboy nodded meekly, realizing he had much less to do, but not sure how he felt about receiving orders off the bat like this.
The sun was just peeking out, but heat swept in and rapidly changed the back-yard from the cold morning's dew to the hot summer swelter. By the time he finished gathering all the weeds out from the garden, he was not only dripping with sweat, but was dusted with dirt and caked with mud on his knees. He only knew he had finished on time when he heard a car pull into the drive.
Surly stopped Jack mid-stride with a vice grip on his shoulder. She wrenched him about face to look him in the eye. Despite this almost threatening show of force, she had a gentle grin on her face that spoke volumes against her hold on the boy. "You're going to need a bath. Go wash up while I take in the groceries."
Though he couldn't argue that a bath sounded nice, Jack couldn't shake the feeling something was up. Mid-way through his bath he heard a knock on the door. "You still in there?" With most of his body submerged beneath a thick layer of bubbles, Jack mewled. "Yeah, why?" Somehow he could tell the skunk was smiling as she responded. "Because I'm coming in. Just sit tight."
Jack couldn't get time to do much more than hide everything from the neck down under bubbles. With big eyes he watched the door open and his babysitter waltz right on in, closing the door behind her. " You worked for two hours. If you do as I say that's all you'll work this entire weekend. If you refuse to do as I say I'll make you wish you were working for Wringler. Understand?"
The options were weighed, and because of the mystery, Jack chose to go along with it. "Alright. But you've gotta promise I won't be doing any chores." The skunk grinned widely. "Oh, I can assure you that." Rather than leaving, as Jack thought she would, Surly kneeled beside the tub and looked over the bubbly surface of the bath. "With that said, I'm going to ensure you cleaned thoroughly."
Jack tried to relax so much as he could, feeling the skunk's paw moving over his tuft of headfur, then rubbing his ears. "Ahah! You didn't wash behind your ears!" Immediately the slightly older fur began to thoroughly scrub his ears with her paws, taking a bit of water in each to wash away the dirt. When she finished this she dried his face with a towel. "Now stand up so I can check the rest of you."
"Do I have to?" "Yes." With a groan the feline found himself standing with his paws covering his loins, the babysitter still kneeling beside the tub. About forty seconds of the skunk's paws exploring his feline body was all it took for him to pop an embarrassing erection that became difficult for him to frantically cover as it grew. Suddenly he felt a paw pull at his arm. "Put your arms to your side so I can finish." Surly commanded. Following orders, he did as she said, a heavy blush hidden beneath his cheek fur.
"My, my. Looks like someone's gifted." She murred a bit as she moved her paw over the feline's barbed cock. It protruded about seven inches from him, every bit past the head covered in row after row of meaty barbs. "Th...thank you." Surly looked up to his face for a brief moment. "It looks like the kitty's all hot and bothered, but don't worry, I'll help you out." Before he could protest, Jack felt his length disappear into the skunks mouth.
A moan escaped through him in the form of a light mewling when Surly applied some suction and swirled her tongue against the barbs of his shaft. She pulled back a bit to look at his face. "Enjoying this?" The young adult was about to reply when she returned to his phallus, licking it from base to tip, then kissing it. The kiss pressed against his cock's head until he was once again in her mouth. Surly's lips moved up and down, picking up speed as she went.
Just as Jack felt he couldn't take it any more, he felt a paw grip his hard feline sack and grip lightly. This sent him over the edge, squeezing his hot seed out of him and shooting it into the skunk's maw. With a mouth full of kitty spunk, the babysitter let the creamy load sit for a moment before she swallowed it back and stood beside Jack. She gave a pat to his back and walked off. "Dry off and get on your bed, then I'm going to get you dressed."
Jack sat down in the tub of suds and water, thinking about what just happened. Could he really go through with this? HELL YEAH!