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Be Careful What You Wish For
Be Careful What You Wish For - Chapter 2
Waking up the following morning, William was amused at just how little he could remember of his previous night's time with Mrs. Patterson. In his dazed post-tickle state, the babysitter must have carried him to his bedroom, but the entire experience seemed to fade in memory as though it were only a dream.
How could he forget being carried to bed? How had he been changed into a clean set of pyjamas? When was he tucked in? Did he really sleep the whole night straight through?
Now awake and ready to face the day, the lad shrugged off that trick of memory and looked forward to relaxing on his winter vacation. There wouldn't be any chores to do with his parents gone, and his babysitter turned out to be much more friendly than her earlier disciplinarian attitude had led him to believe. With luck, William could spend most of the next few days watching television and playing games to his heart's content!
After quickly showering and donning his day-time clothes, the lad could overhear his new sitter chatting on the phone as he descended the stairs for breakfast.
“Do you have anything in those sizes?
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“You do? Oh, yes, Sarah, that would be perfect!
“...
“The little red ones would be fine. Do you still have some with the satin bottoms?
“ ...
“Excellent! I also have a package on my bureau and a second bag under the guest bedroom, could you be a dear and bring those by as well?
“...
“Wonderful! I'll see you later this morning. Thank you so much, dear! Bye now.”
Rounding the corner and entering the kitchen, William was just in time to see his babysitter return the phone to its cradle, her call completed.
“Well, I'm glad you decided not to sleep the whole day away!” scolded the matron as she looked down upon the lad with a slight frown. “Someone was a tired little boy last night, wasn't he?”
Smiling sheepishly, William nodded in agreement. She should know! After all, the sitter was the one to tickle him to dazed exhaustion, wasn't she?
“Well, we'll wake you up quick! I have some porridge ready and the rest of our breakfast will be coming along soon enough.”
Attempting to exchange pleasantries with the woman as he ate, William was surprised by the professional-but-stern matter the matron had once more adopted. Dressed in another conservatively shaded and styled house-dress, the woman bustled about the kitchen as though she had been caring for the boy for years. However, despite her assumption of familiarity with the lad's home, she brusquely avoided any of his bantering attempts at small-talk and gave the impression of being all-business in her work.
Where was the friendly sitter he had snuggled with the previous evening?
“Now eat up!” admonished the woman, as she noticed the lad's slowing pace. “We don't want our breakfast getting cold now, do we?”
“No ma'm” answered William, as he returned his attention to his plate. Still taken aback by the stern manner in which the sitter insisted upon addressing him, the lad marveled that this was the same woman who had childishly kissed and teased him the night before.
Or had he dreamed the whole thing?
The possibility seemed outrageously unlikely -- he HAD been tickled senseless by this woman just the previous evening; William knew it! -- but Mrs. Patterson's arrogant manner and no-nonsense answers to his casual small-talk did not lend themselves to the mercilessly playful caretaker in whose lap he had spent endless laughing hours the night before.
Did he just go to bed early and invent the whole fantastic evening in his sleep?
“Chop-chop!” snapped the matron, as she interrupted the lad's musing. “I want to see that plate clean! Understood?”
Craning his neck up to see the woman's stern, bosom-framed gaze pierce his eyes once more, William muttered a quiet “Yes, Ma'm.” before returning to his meal.
“Good!” snapped the sitter, as she turned her attention back to her post-breakfast clean-up. “I'll see no wasted food on my watch, I can tell you that!”
Suddenly feeling quite despondent, the lad came to the realization that he likely did dream the entire previous evening. Piecing the likely events together in his head, William concluded that he must have excused himself to his bedroom and set himself to sleep soon after his parents had departed. Why, after all, spend a boring night playing under the supervision of a domineering babysitter when sleep would bring the whole unpleasant week to an end that much sooner?
After his disappointment of discovering ‘the tickling babysitter' was just a fanciful lie told by his friend, who could blame him? Not that he'd want to repeat the experience of being ticklishly tortured by the woman's nimble fingers, but a little playful tickle game would have been a nice memory to keep.
“Oh, well,” thought William, as he picked at his food. “I guess it could be worse. It could have really happened!”
Quickly finishing his meal and bringing his dirty dishes to the matron as she bustled about at the counter-top, William made to excuse himself and return to his room when the woman unexpectedly bent down upon her knee and enveloped the lad in an overwhelmingly affectionate hug.
“Such a good boy!” soothed the sitter, as she condescendingly patted his bottom. “A little encouragement was all Billy needed to finish his num-nums, hmm?”
“Er...” answered the lad, stunned into silence by the matron's complete change in attitude. “Yes?”
“Well, I'm sure Billy won't need any more encouragement from Nana. Meal-time is for eating, and little boys need their num-nums if they're to grow up to be big and strong!” A little uncomfortable with the childish manner in which this school-marm of a woman was now treating him, William muttered a polite acknowledgement and patiently waited for his caretaker to cease her bottom-pats and release him.
Finally ending her embrace and standing once again, Mrs. Patterson gazed down upon the lad in her intimidatingly close-quarters way and asked “Now, will Billy be a good little boy for his Auntie Lulu?”
After seeing William nod to the affirmative, the matron answered with a wary “Well, we'll see, won't we?” before quickly spinning the lad about and slapping him sharply upon the seat of his pants to propel him from the kitchen. “Now let Nana finish her chores and maybe we can play a nice game later.”
Rubbing his stinging bottom as he headed out into the living room, the boy marveled at how oddly contrasting Mrs. Patterson's behaviour was. No wonder he had been confused about the previous night! With her on-again-off-again extremes of affection and discipline, the matron must have inspired the lad's tired mind to invent a fanciful encounter in his sleep to explain her behaviour. At least William knew all he had to do was remain on the woman's good-side to keep himself out of trouble. Surely he could do that for a few days?
Settling down in front of the television for a day's fun with video games, William smiled happily as he heard Mrs. Patterson bustling about in the kitchen. Though strange, she was a friendly-enough babysitter and knowing now that his previous night's ticklish adventure was just a slightly unpleasant dream let the boy put the experience in its proper place.
From what he could remember of that dream, William had never laughed that hard while awake and surely wouldn't want to experience torturous tickles of that sort in reality. Though exciting to think of, the boy had already learned from his cousin and her friends long years ago that being tickled until one helplessly wet their pants was far from pleasant and was certainly something the boy would avoid at all costs. How much better now that he wouldn't have to worry about experiencing such a humiliating event again. The memory of that afternoon with his cousin's friends was bad enough!
Continuing on with his games, William was only distantly aware of the ringing doorbell and Mrs. Patterson's receipt of packages from her friend an hour or so later. Smiling as her heard the woman hum contentedly to herself as she shuttled packages from the hallway to her place in the guest bedroom, the lad was distractedly contented to hear the woman enjoying her role as caretaker of the house.
“Must be some more knitting,” thought William, relieved to think the sitter would remain preoccupied as he gamed the day away. Given the woman's infantilizing behaviour, he wasn't particularly eager to find out what sort of games she might want to play with him if she deigned to spend time in his company.
“Candyland?” though the boy, as he quietly snorted in amusement. He wouldn't be entirely surprised! The way Mrs. Patterson insisted upon calling him ‘Billy' and praising even the simplest things indicated that she thought him little more than a slow-witted toddler.
Returning to his game, William focused intently upon his virtual tasks and forgot everything but his screen as he passed the morning's time. Eventually hearing his babysitter leave her place in the guest room and return to her morning routine about the house, the boy found her cheerful, musical humming a comforting sound. With her bustling of returning items to shelves and cleaning of breakfast dishes, the boy feel as though his family had never left on vacation. Plain and maternal though the sitter looked, her company was unquestionably enjoyable, if a bit odd at times.
Eventually, the kitchen sounds quieted and the boy could hear his sitter's cheerful humming grow louder as she walked to join him in the living room. Smiling as he heard the quiet padding of the woman's velvet slippers on the carpet behind him, William's looked forward to spending a day in the matron's company. The clickty-click of her knitting needles would be a pleasant reminder that all chores would be taken care of on her watch, with the lad otherwise left to do as he pleased. An early bedtime wasn't too high a price to pay for such care-free living!
Hearing the woman's footsteps stop just a short distance behind him, William reached to pause his game so that he could politely give Mrs. Patterson a moment's attention upon her arrival.
Cooing in her teasing sing-song voice, the sitter asked “Is my Billy having fun this morning?”
“Yes Ma'am,” answered the boy, as he turned to greet his sitter. “I was just playing a –“
Intending to finish that sentence with the predictably plain ‘—a video game', the strange sight which confronted the lad surprised him into momentary silence.
Putting down his game controller and turning about to confirm that his eyes hadn't fooled him, the lad paused to regard his strangely-dressed sitter. It certainly was the ample Mrs. Patterson which stood just a few feet before him, but instead of the conservative ankle-length dress she had been wearing that morning, the woman was now incongruously clothed in a skin-tight hot pink lycra body suit! With the fabric plumping over the woman's skin as if she were participating in some sort of space-age athletic event, the giant babysitter's wide hips and muscular thickness now looked more Amazonian than matronly, and William found himself once again feeling childishly tiny in her presence.
Glossed from bun-wrapped hair to slipper-shod toes, the opaque spandex started snug at the woman's neck and covered everything but her elegantly manicured hands. Widening in its curves to snugly cover an improbably large and muscularly taut bubble bum, the suit extended in unbroken sleekness down the sitter's calves to meet a pair of bright white socks snugly covering plump feet in the girlishly rounded softness of her red velvet mary jane slippers.
Noticing that the snug white bands of satin cuffing her wrists and neck were decorated with the red highlight of small valentine hearts, William saw that the theme was echoed by white-rimmed valentines at the woman's knees and elbows as well. Momentarily blushing as he noticed two red silk-screened valentines also bulging at the nipples of the matron's mammoth bosom, the lad's eyes locked upon the crowning absurdity of the woman's costume: A large pink valentine traced over the sitter's belly, with the yellow circle of an open-mouthed smiley-face laughing brightly in the middle.
Standing with her typically perfect posture, both hands resting sternly upon her hips in a ‘Supergirl' pose, Mrs. Patterson appeared gigantically imposing from William's seat on the floor. Domineering, threatening almost, the sitter's pose reflected her attitude of expected obedience, yet the costume she wore gave the childishly clownish feeling of an entertainer stepping on-stage for a silly pre-schooler's play!
Glancing again at the absurdly bright smiley-face laughing beneath the prominent bulge of the woman's covered breasts, William reacted in the only way he possibly could to this contrast of silliness and seriousness: He laughed uproariously at the absurdity of it all!
After a minute or so of helpless giggles, made all the more contagious by the way his sitter remained silently stern through the entirety of the boy's laughter, William finally found the breath to ask “What? ... *giggle* ... What are you wearing?”
Smiling lovingly as she looked down upon her charge, the babysitter cooed, “Why, Billy. This is Auntie Lulubelle's Tickling Suit!”
Falling into laughter yet again at his sitter's ridiculous response, William giggled for a few seconds more before slowly coming to the realization that Mrs. Patterson wasn't joking. Standing imposingly above him, hands remaining firmly upon her hips, the woman appeared perfectly serious in her statement.
Looking almost straight up the plump woman's towering height, the boy could barely see Mrs. Patterson's face over the red valentine hearts which softly traced over her breasts. Now glancing somewhat nervously at the bright yellow smiley-face upon her lycra-clad belly, William asked “T-tickling suit?”
“Yes Billy,” cooed the matron, as she smiled in delighted anticipation. “I made it myself!”
Feeling a thrill of panic as he recalled the previous night's torment, the lad felt his mouth grow dry at the realization that, far from being a dream, the woman's gentle tortures had been all too real!
“Isn't it pretty?” flexing her abdomen to make the suit's smiley-face wiggle about, the sitter teased “I've found it's the perfect thing to wear when tickling little girls and boys.”
“T-tickling?” asked William, now very concerned about this strange woman's plans.
Smiling in delight, the babysitter trilled “Of course, Billy!
“Why, we've a full four days of fun and games ahead of us!” Turning about to step to the middle of the carpeted floor, the babysitter playfully wiggled her waist before kneeling down on the floor to face the young lad. “Now,” cooed the woman, patting her thighs as if summoning an obedient pet. “Will Billy be a good little boy and come to Auntie Lulu for his tickle?”
His emotions quickly running from confused to worried to embarrassed to angry, William glanced at his grinning babysitter and muttered a quiet “N-no...”
“What's that, sweetie?” asked the matron, as she rested her hands upon her thighs. “Little Billy won't come to Auntie Lulu for his tickle?”
Nervously standing up from his game, unsure of how to act around this obviously deranged woman, the boy quietly replied. “No, thank you, Mrs. Patterson. I don't want to play ‘tickle' right now.” Gesturing at the TV behind him, he said, a little more confidently now “I'd rather play my game instead, thanks.”
Giggling as she smiled, the sitter replied “Oh, that's just silly talk. Little boys love playing ‘Tickle'!
“Now,” continued the woman, as she resumed patting her thighs. “Be a good little boy and come to Auntie Lulu. *pat* *pat* Come to Nana!”
Growing angrier at her condescension, William took a step towards the lycra-clad lady and replied “No! I'm not going to play ‘Tickle'.
“And my name's ‘William', not ‘Billy'.” Added the lad, as he began raising his voice in frustrated embarrassment. “And I'm not a ‘little boy' either! I'm ten years old, for gosh's sake!
“You're nice and all, Mrs. Patterson but – please! -- quit treating me like a little kid!”
Pausing silently for a moment, hands resting on her plump thighs once more, the babysitter cocked her head slightly askew and asked “So, Billy won't be a good little boy and come to Auntie Lulu?”
“No!” shouted the lad, as he shook his head in aggravation. “I already told you! I want to play my game, thanks.
“Now, please, go do your knitting -- or whatever you'd like to do – and leave me alone.”
Giggling quietly as she slowly stood up from her crouch, the babysitter sternly placed her hands upon her hips once more and purred. “Oh, my. Billy's going to be a naughty little boy, is he?
“Well, we know what happens to naughty little boys now, don't we?”
Slowly backing away from the muscular babysitter as she started to pace towards him, William nervously shook his head to the negative.
“Well,” continued the matron, as she lifted her hands to show her ten wiggling fingers. “Naughty little boys in Auntie Lulu's house get tickles!”
“N-no!” shrieked William, as he turned to run upstairs to his room. “No tickle! No!”
“Yes, sweetie.” teased the babysitter, as she slowly followed the lad. “Tickles and tickles for naughty little Billy.
“Tickles on his tummy. Tickles on his toes. Tickles and tickles all day long!”
“NOOOOOOOO!” Racing down the hall and shooting up the stairs to his bedroom, William gasped in frantic dread as he quickly closed the door behind him. Pausing a moment to listen for his pursuer, the boy could hear the gentle thud of the matron's footsteps as her pudgy feet began their slow-motion pursuit up the stairs.
“I'm going to *tickle* you!” teased the babysitter, in a playful sing-song voice. “I'm going to tick-l-e you!
Propping a small chair against his unlocked door in a pathetic attempt to barricade himself inside, the boy could hear the woman's playfully menacing voice drawing nearer. “Tickles are coming for Billy! Tickle, tickle, tickles are coming!
“Tickle, tickle, tick-le!”
Backing from the door to sit apprehensively upon his bed, William numbly reflected upon the situation he now found himself in. Here he was, a grown boy – almost a teenager! – running to escape the tickling fingers of this Amazonian babysitter. Surely he could run away? Surely he could flee this woman's infuriatingly infantilizing behaviour?
He heard the stories from his friend. He KNEW what would happen this weekend. Why, oh, why did William ever ask to be babysat by Mrs. Patterson!
“Tickle tickl-le!”
Jumping in fright as he saw the door begin to open at the sitter's touch, the boy blurted a pathetically girlish squeal as he saw one of the babysitter's velvet slippers stride into view. Feeling his heart race as he heard the woman's playful giggle, William rushed to consider his options before quickly concluding that he had none: He was trapped!
Now blocking the open doorway with her well-muscled frame, Mrs. Patterson's eyes twinkled with kindness as she playfully lifted her hands before her. Wiggling her fingers at her cornered target, the babysitter began to slowly stride towards the seated boy and sang “It's tickle time, Billy! Tickle, tickle, tick-le time!”
“Nooooooo!” Leaping from his bed, William dashed towards the door in a desperate bid for freedom, only to be thwarted by a gentle tickle from one of the woman's nimble hands. Squirming mindlessly to escape the giggle-inducing tease, the squealing boy's cries for help were expertly silenced by the muffling spandex-covered belly of his captor.
“Ooooh!” remarked the matron, as she snuggled her prize in a smothering hug. “What do we have here, hmm? A naughty little tickleboy, I think!”
“Mrrph! Mrrph! ... *gasp* ... No, please!” begged William, as the babysitter lowered herself to kneel upon the carpeted floor. “Please Mrs. Patterson! Please don't tickle me!
“PLEASE!”
Turning the lad's protests into helpless squeals with a skillful tease at his ribs, the babysitter hummed contentedly to herself as she gently laid her giggling captive on the floor before here. “Please tickle?” cooed the matron, as her wiggling fingers teased about the helpless lad. “Please more tickles?
Wiggling and laughing as he tried dodge her nimble hands, the lad begged “Please Mrs. Patterson! ... *giggle* ... Please!”
Smiling lovingly, the babysitter purred “Silly boy! Wasn't Billy told to call his nana Auntie Lulu? Hmm?”
“Naah! Nahahaha!” babbled the lad, as he squirmed himself away from the woman's groping fingers. Soft and gentle with a subtle smell of baby powder about her, the ridiculously-dressed lady was last thing one would describe as ‘horrifying', yet the boy scrambled to escape her clutches as though she were a nightmare-born monster!
“Oh, such a shy little boy,” remarked the sitter, as she gently pulled William back beneath her. “Don't you worry ... *giggle* ... Auntie Lulu will tickle all that shyness out of her silly Billy!” Lifting her well-muscled legs to straddle the boy, the lad found his hips firmly secured between the matron's tighted legs. Now staring directly up at the yellow smiley-face printed upon her belly, William tried to catch the eye of his captor but was unable to even see her face over the prominent swell of her ample bosom.
Resuming his begging, the lad wiggled hopelessly between the woman's thighs and tried to squirm free before her tickles resumed. Restrained as he was, William knew that once those teases began they would not end until his tormentor's tickling desires were sated.
“Now, now,” scolded the matron, as she playfully wagged an admonishing finger before the lad's face. “Don't be a naughty boy. Auntie Lulu knows her little Billy loves to play ‘Tickle'.”
“No!” retorted William, desperate to change the sitter's mind. “I-I-I know I asked to play ‘Tickle' last night, but I just meant a little game is all.”
“Silly boy,” purred Lulubelle as she giggled overhead. “Nana won't let Billy's shyness keep him away from a good game of ‘Tickle'!” Finishing her statement with a flourish of fingers beneath the boy's arms, the woman tittered along with William's laughter as she raised his arms over his head and began to tease his sides in earnest.
Squealing in protest, William tried to contradict the woman but could only muster a babbling torrent of giggles as he squirmed between her spandex-clad thighs.
“Tickle tickle! ...*giggle*... Coochie coochie coo!”
Once again looking upwards in an attempt to meet the woman's eyes, William blushed in embarrassment as he found himself staring directly at the matron's prominent bosom instead! Having bent herself forward to properly tease the lad's sides, Lulubelle's valentine-tipped breasts now swayed and jiggled a few inches overhead as they playfully bounced between the sitter's tickling arms.
“Gitsee, gitsee, gooo!”
Embarrassed at the infantilizing sight, the lad squirmed self-consciously and tried to avoid staring at the jiggling softness but, pinned as he was, there was nowhere else he could look! Firmly snuggled between tighted thighs and tickled to distraction to the left and right, the only view available to the lad was of those gently wiggling valentine hearts; symbols whose playful jiggle seemed to silently mock his earnest attempts at escape.
“Oh, baby loves his tickles, doesn't he?”
Trying to answer to the contrary, the boy could only manage a squealing “Nahahahahaahaha!” as the woman's fingers tweaked and teased between his ribs.
“Yes he does!” sang the matron, as her hands danced maddeningly about the belly of her charge. “Little sissy just loves playing ‘Tickle' with his Auntie Lulu ...*giggle*... Doesn't he?”
William flushed with frustrated anger as he heard his sitter once more label him with that hated, taunting name. Why, oh, why did he ever tell this bully about that horrible afternoon?
Trying to blast the babysitter with a yell of betrayed anger, the lad despaired to find himself bleating a childish torrent of giggles instead.
“Oh, yes!” squealed the matron, “And Auntie Lulu loves playing ‘Tickle' with her little sissy too! ...*giggle* ... and we know what good little sissies do when they play ‘Tickle', don't we? Hmm?” Ending her comment with a trill of playful laughter, it was clear the sitter expected William to amuse her with a repeat of his previous night's humiliation.
Shrieking in hysteria, certain of where this torture would once more lead, the boy continued in his attempts to squirm free of the woman's confining thighs but could only giggle in hysteric frustration as he watched those taunting valentine hearts dance above in response to his struggles.
“Tickle, tickle, tick-le! ...*giggle*... Sissy loves his Auntie Lulu, doesn't he?”
“Geeeeeheheheehehe!”
“Oh, yes he does! ...*giggle*...”
“Nooooooohohohoho!” Shrieking his denial, William was certain that ‘love' was very last thing he felt for this tickling bully. Already having taken advantage of every sensitive and embarrassing secret he had told her in the brief time they had spent together, it seemed the sitter was intent only on discovering new ways to embarrass her charge.
“Lovey, Lovey, Lovey!” teased the sitter as she wiggled her valentine-tipped bosom above her captive's face. “Tell Auntie how much sissy loves her, hmm?” Shrieking laughter in response, the boy squirmed angrily against the matron's teasing fingers but still they continued to tickle on and on and on as she taunted in her sing-song voice.
“Coochie coochie gitsee gooo!
“Auntie Lulu is tick-l-ing you!”
As her finger tweaks continued on and on with hellishly perfect precision, William once again lost all sense of where he was or even who he was. There was no bedroom. There was no floor. There was only the soft, muscular restraint of his babysitter's thighs, the playful pink of her surrounding costume, the taunting wiggle of her valentine hearts, and the sing-song coo of the infantile taunts which seemed to come from another world entirely.
“Gitsee gitsee goo!”
There was, of course, the laughter. The endless, shrieking giggles which Mrs. Patterson's ticklish tweaks teased from William's lips as he writhed helplessly in her clutches. On and on the embarrassingly childish titters went, with the lad giggling hysterically in response to each of the matron's sing-song taunts.
“Tickle, tickle with a pickle;
“Gitsee, gitsee feather wiggle;
“Kisses and giggles and wiggly touch;
“Auntie's Sissy loves tickles so much!
“ ...*giggle*... Coochie coo!”
After an endless time of helpless laughter, certain he was nearing complete madness, William finally felt his tormentor's fingers stop their ticklish assault and gently place his weakened arms to his sides. Thankful that his pleas had been heeded, the exhausted lad lay back against the carpet and giggled sheepishly as he attempted to regain his senses. Resting at the sitter's tighted knees, William relaxed in happy relief that his caretaker's teases had finally come to an end. However, far from granting mercy, the matron's twinkling eyes belied her true intent.
As every expert tickler knew, unwelcome touches lost their effectiveness if continued for too long. Priding herself on being the best tickler she knew, Lulubelle calculated it was time to halt her finger-wiggles for now and tease her prize in a different way.
(To be continued..?)