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Subject: {ASSM} The Misadventures of Ann the Babysitter
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The Misadventures of Ann the Babysitter

by Meathead


"Fraidy Cat...Fraidy Cat...Ann is a Fraidy Cat!" taunted little
Stevie in a singsong fashion as he rocked back and forth.

The hair bristled on the back of Ann's neck. She stifled back "Am
not!" Instead, she lowered one eye and said, "I can do anything
better than you can, cause as everybody knows...Girls are
smarter!"

"No dey not!" stammered little Stevie as he lowered his head and
prepared to 'rhino charge' the lithe seventeen-year-old
babysitter. His head collided with her pubic bone and knocked her
slightly back. She was not hurt but surprised at the little
five-year-old's reaction to her comment. His small chubby fingers
clutched on to the sides of her pleated school skirt. As the two
separated, he accidentally broke off the button that latched her
Catholic school uniform closed. The skirt's zipper began
unraveling, causing the pleated skirt to slide down her pale
legs. She managed to grab it with one hand before it reached the
floor, but not before she exposed her bikini-cut underwear to
little Stevie and his seven-year-old brother, Aaron.

"I'm gonna get you for that!" yelled Ann. She started to reach
for the young boy but he could tell from the tone of her voice
that she was unhappy with him and so he took off running up the
staircase and hid under his bed. After fixing her skirt, she took
off after him. She had to get down on her hands and knees to peer
under the little boy's bed. Aaron came into the room and found
Ann's pantied bottom sticking high in the air. He could also see
the underside of Ann's lacy white bra as the bottom of her
cropped pink sweater fell open. He tilted his head in
fascination.

"Why do girls wear frilly underbuckens?" he asked Ann.

Ann, suddenly aware that the seven-year-old was behind her, made
a desperate swipe at little Stevie. He easily monkey-rolled
beyond her reach and then stuck his tongue out at the babysitter.
She tightened her brow as she retreated from the bed and stood
up.

"Just you wait, little man, you will get yours," warned Ann.

A malevolent smile crept across Ann's face. "So, you think you
are smarter than me, eh? Well, let's just see about that. I'll
bet you can't spell the word...'frissons'."

There was a long silence and then from under the bed came a small
voice.

"Ello-meno-pee."

"Not even close!" retorted Ann. "I told you girls are smarter."

"No dey not!" shouted little Stevie still under the bed.

Aaron stared pensively at Ann. Could it be that the babysitter
was right? "Hold on a sec, Ann," he said. Aaron raced over to the
toy box and began frantically unloading it. Near the bottom of
the toy box, he found what he was looking for. It was a slightly
used Chinese finger trap

"I'll bet you can't get outta one of these," said Aaron.

Ann's eyebrows flexed upward. 'What do you have there, Aaron?"
she asked.

"I'll bet you can't put your fingers in this...like so." Aaron
demonstrated the Chinese finger cuff to Ann. First, he slipped
the index finger of his left hand into one end of the cuff. Then
he inserted his right index finger into the other end. He
pretended they were stuck tight in the finger trap. Aaron turned
his back to Ann, removed the cuff from his fingers and returned
to facing Ann.

"How did you do that?" asked an astonished Ann.

"Not telling!" was his reply.

"Give me that!" demanded Ann.

Aaron held the Chinese finger trap out to Ann, but before she
could reach it, little Stevie snatched it from his brother's hand
and headed back down the staircase. Both Ann and Aaron took off
after him.

Ann proved to be much faster than little Stevie and she soon
overcame the tyke. She grabbed him by the back of his shirt.
Caught midway on the staircase, he slumped down onto the nearest
stair. To prevent the babysitter from getting the Chinese finger
cuff, he poked his small hand through the banister railing away
from Ann.

The wily Ann put one hand over the banister and one hand under
the banister and slowly closed in on the small toy in Stevie's
hand. She inserted her index finger into the toy while it was
still in his hand. She managed to insert her other index finger
just as little Stevie let go of it.

"Ha!...I have it now!" exclaimed Ann.

Peeved at being overtaken and then out-smarted by the babysitter,
little Stevie resumed his attack on Ann's pleated skirt. This
time, the broken zipper gave away easily and, in the blink of an
eye, her plaid skirt lay in a puddle around her white ankle socks
and two-tone shoes.

Ann tried to move her hands to catch the falling skirt, but found
them tethered to the banister instead. There she stood, almost
erect, in her virginal white underwear with the little pink
rosebuds on display for the two boys to admire.

"They're purdy!" remarked Aaron. His eyes were wide with
excitement as he studied her briefs.

"And dey stink nice!" added little Stevie, acting somewhat
surprised with his discovery.

Mortified at her predicament, Ann tried desperately to pull her
fingers out of the Chinese finger cuff. However, the harder she
struggled with it, the tighter it got. Perplexed and embarrassed,
the red-faced Ann began to panic.

The boys began laughing and pointing at the floral pattern on her
underwear. "Now what do you have to say for yourself, Miss Smarty
Pants?" Aaron asked with a giggle.

In a desperate attempt to change the dynamics of the situation,
Ann stepped out of her skirt and threw her leg over the banister.
Mounted on the banister in her cropped pink sweater and
underwear, Ann looked utterly ridiculous. She positioned herself
squarely on the banister railing, with her bare-naked legs
dangling down, and then pulled on the finger trap for all she was 
worth. She pulled and pulled but it was useless. The child's toy 
would not release her. Then Ann began to slowly, but surely, slide 
backwards down the banister.

Her backward slide had two immediate effects.

First, the fabric of her underwear began to disappear into her
crack. After sliding just a few inches down the banister, she had
effectively turned her bikini-cuts into thong-style underwear.
Her underwear offered little protection from the boys' prying
eyes.

Secondly, the banister was parting her along the vaginal seam.
Sliding down the banister only splayed her labia wider and wider
apart. The friction against the banister, along with her body
weight was now putting a great deal of pressure on her joy
button. She tried to slow her descent down the banister by
squeezing her vulva, but in her excited state, her juices acted
as a lubricant and only served to hasten Ann's demise.

She slid down until the two-inch wooden ball at the end of the
banister was knocking at her back door.

Unfortunately for Ann, the boys' father had left his favorite fly
fishing cap over the wooden ball. Near the top of the cap was the
old man's famous 'triple barb' hook. He had recently used the
very same hook to snag one of the legendary fur-bearing trout
(found in the coldest of Canadian waters). Now the hook was
directly in the path of the fur-bearing Ann.

Ann let out a yelp as the exposed cheek of her bottom found the
hook. She had no choice but to climb back up the banister to
avoid the hook. As she wiggled and writhed to avoid the hook, she
also agitated her notorious hair-trigger muff. Ann could feel the
big "O" building inside and was powerless to prevent it. Her body
temperature began to rise and she lost control of her breathing.
She began to slide back down the banister as the throes of the
orgasm overtook her. The direct contact on -the little man in the
boat- with the banister intensified her pleasure...that
is...until her bottom reached the fishing cap. She yelped a
second time as her tender tail met up with the hook once more.

To make matters worse, in her struggle to get free, she had
broken the small buttons off the front of her pink sweater and
had also managed to unclasp the front mechanism to her lacy bra.
Her creamy white milkers now angled downward unfettered.

"Her baby dinners are bigger than Mommy's" wagered little Stevie.

Aaron, totally unimpressed with his brother's grasp of the female
anatomy, remained speechless as Ann's breasts wiggled and jiggled
in front of them.

In Greek mythology, there once was a great king from Corinth
named Sisyphus. He had displeased the gods and so for his
punishment he was eternally destined to roll several large
boulders up a hill. As King Sisyphus approached the top of the
hill, the boulders would inevitably get away from him and roll
back down where he would have to start anew. Thus was the great
king's fate. Ann now found herself in a similar twist of fate.

Ann struggle up the banister, only to be overcome by the forces
of gravity and her own excited state. As many times Ann scaled
the slippery slope, she also made the return trip back down. Each
downward journey ended with a yelp as her tortured bottom found
the hook. Again and again, she repeated the drill. It seemed as
though her Sisyphean ordeal would never end.

Little Stevie took upon himself the task of counting aloud the
number of yelps made by Ann. When he reached "Elebenteen," the
gods mercifully intervened.

As Ann began her 'elebenteenth' journey up the rail, the fishing
cap became dislodged from its perch and fell harmlessly to the
floor. Her arms were exhausted as she slithered up the railing in
her soggy underwear for the last time. She was not able to remain
atop the greased banister for very long and so she began the
final journey down the rail. Like a rocked sled on a greased
track, Ann traveled down the rail gathering speed as she went
along. She impacted with the wooden ball with such a force that
little rosebuds were tattooed on the ceiling of her taint.
"Wooooooooooo!" remarked Ann as she came to an abrupt halt.

Totally lost in the orgasm, Ann made a second noise akin to a
rutting elk. This noise was so loud and animal-like it frightened
the five-year-old. Little Stevie high-tailed it up to his bedroom
where he promptly ducked his head under his pillow.

Aaron, captivated by the babysitter's wild machinations, stepped
back and watched as Ann bucked against the railing. Slobber fell
from her contorted mouth as she snorted the air through her nose.
Her body continued to undulate up and down on the railing as she
spindled herself on the wooden ball.

She bucked for some time until at last, she fell silent. As her
tense body relaxed, the Chinese finger cuff loosened its grip on
her fingers. After another moment of relaxation, it too feel
harmlessly to the floor. Ann needed an extra minute to extricate
herself from the wooden ball. Totally expended, she slumped over
the railing and poured her body onto the stairs. There she lay
for a good ten minutes as Aaron drank it all in. Aaron had no
sister and this was the first time he had seen a mature girl
nearly naked. None of it made any sense to him, but he found it
incredibly fascinating to watch.

"Sure beats Teletubbies," he mused.

Ann finally got herself together. She was able to mend her skirt
with a safety pin. She slipped her letterman's jacket over her
busted bra and sweater. The constant jostling of her jugs caused
her to keep her arms folded for the rest of the night.

After she had completed her babysitting assignment, she ran home
as fast as her weary legs could carry her. She could feel the
cold night air against her damp panties but her cheeks were still
aglow from her embarrassing ordeal. She vowed never to baby-sit
these two hellions again.

"Oh, bless that little girl's heart,' said the boys' mother. "I
believe the babysitter polished the banister while we were out to
dinner....Just look how it gleams!"

The End

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