I ended up finishing the first draft of The Babysitter’s Daddy 2 in three days, to the tune of 11,263 words. I guess that Bluetooth keyboard really did come in handy, as did the fact that my boss was working from the home office so I didn’t have as much stress in my life.

I’m going to share one more snippet of the story with you. This is after Dan (the MC) has spanked Callie and Kate (not together) and is brooding about the fact that Callie is going to be spanked later by Shawn.

“Everything okay?” Julie asked, sitting down next to me. 

“I’m fine,” I said. “Just brooding.” 

“Well, that’s no fun.”

“I suppose not.” 

“I’m sure we could come up with something fun to do, if you’re interested.” 

I looked over to her and saw a similar expression to the one Callie got when she was about to ask for a spanking. So I asked Julie if that’s what she wanted. 

“Yes, please.” 

On the way down the hall I peeked into the office and saw Emily standing against the wall and Kevin using a short whip on her shoulders and back. She was making happy sounds, so I guessed that it felt good, but I couldn’t imagine how. I also couldn’t even conceive of wanting to whip Callie’s back – – or her backside. I also studiously avoided looking into the spare room where I could hear spanking going on. I didn’t want to see what Shawn and Callie were doing. 

In the master bedroom, which was more comfortable for me anyway because I was used to spanking Callie in our bedroom and this was the closest I could get, Julie slipped off her shoes and left them next to the bathroom door. Meanwhile, I sat down and flexed my right hand. I didn’t usually give more than one spanking a day, and my skin was feeling a little tight. 

“You didn’t bring any implements, right?”

I nodded. “We have a paddle at home but I only use that when I punish  Callie.” I felt a frisson of excitement that I could talk about this and it not be weird. 

“Okay. Hold on a second.” Julie left the bedroom, and I guessed she was going across the hall to the spare room. When she returned, she was carrying a small paddle, its effective area only a little bigger than my hand, and what looked like a black leather belt without a buckle. “You can use these on me if you want to.” 

“I’ve… I mean…” I stammered a bit. 

Julie rescued me. “You’ve never used these kinds of implements before?” 

“Right.” 

“Hmm.” She put the strap down on the dresser. “Probably shouldn’t use this, then, without practice. But I think you can paddle me just fine.” She handed over the paddle, which was lighter than I’d expected. “If you want to.” 

“How about ‘we’ll see’?” 

“That’s fair.” She [eyed] my lap. “I might be too big for OTK,” she said. “At least, going over your entire lap.” 

“What about one knee? Kate did that and she seemed to enjoy it.” 

“Sure.” She took two steps closer and put herself in position. 

I remembered the spanking I’d given Kate. “Should we negotiate?” 

“Don’t really need to,” Julie said. “Just don’t touch anything you’re not supposed to.” 

“What about your dress? And your panties?” 

“Dress goes up. Panties stay on.” She shifted a bit, getting more comfortable. “Whenever you’re ready.” 

I appreciated Julie’s confidence; she seemed to be leading things, which was nice. I could easily lead Callie, but we had plenty of experience. I was learning at this party that everyone was different when it came to being spanked. 

I lifted Julie’s dress, revealing a fully-curved backside – – bigger than Kate’s – – with a black lace thong covering the top half. The bottom of her bottom was bare, which was fine, because that’s where I was planning to aim anyway. 

I must have taken too long because Julie shifted again. “You can touch me. It’s okay.” 

I gingerly put my hand on her backside; her skin was soft, and it gave when I put a little pressure on it. “You… You have a very nice ass.” It sounded weird when I said it that way. “Bottom, I mean.” 

“Thank you.” She wiggled said bottom. “Is it still pink?” 

“A little.” I hadn’t been paying too close attention to things, but I supposed that she’d been spanked earlier. 

“Make it a lot.” 

Wow. Okay. If that was what she wanted, I’d give it to her.

As happens sometimes with my stories, I wasn’t quite sure where to end this one — I needed a denouement after the party and it stretched out a bit, until I found a good spot. Suffice it to say that this story has a happy ending.

And remember, if you haven’t read the original “The Babysitter’s Daddy”, you can pick up a copy of Baker’s Dozen anytime and do so.

I have no idea where this image comes from or what it’s referring to, but I typed in “bluetooth keyboard meme” and this is what I got.