"BABYSITTING EMMA"
(part One of Two)

Tapping his fingers on the table, Alan waited for Emma (Emma Thompson, his friend... not Emma Rickman, his daughter... it could get so confusing, sometimes!) to pick up the phone. When she finally did, he spoke into the receiver:

"Hey, how’s it going?... was wondering if you could pay me a little favour. I need to be at this stupid press conference for New Line in Edinburgh, won’t take more than a day, but I’d need to stay overnight, and so... well, I sort of need someone to look after Emmy for a while, and that someone is you," he added, smiling.

Emma laughed. "Of course. But wouldn’t she be happier with her little friend that Gaia talks about? Gaia adores the girls, they are good to her."

"Well, for all I’ve heard Sammie is sick at the moment, she’s got a flu," Alan said, "but I’m sure Gaia will be happy with Emmy too."

"Aww, too bad about Sammie. Sounds good though. Do you need me to pick her up?" Emma asked. "Gaia, don’t pick Daddy’s nose, he’s sleeping," she scolded moving the phone slightly from her mouth and covering the receiver with a hand, earning a groan from the child and one from Greg.

"Oh no, no problem, I’ll drop her on my way to the station," he said, smiling and shaking his head at Emma’s reprimand. "Well, sounds like Gaia’s got her hands full already," he teased.

"Oh, hush Alan," Emma scolded with a laugh. "We’ll get the guest room all ready for her, just give me a ring when you’re on your way."

"Of course. She’ll have her bag ready in no time and we’re leaving soon."

"Good. Well, it’s become quiet here, so that means Gaia is doing something I don’t want her to do, so I need to go. Bye, Alan!" Emma hung up the phone and went in search of the little one.

Smiling again, and hanging up himself, Alan stood from behind his desk and walked out of his study. "Emmy!" she called aloud. "Emma said it’s alright, get yourself ready to go, we’re leaving in ten minutes!"

"Just ten minutes?" Emma yelled from upstairs. "Crap, that’s not very long!"

"Watch your tone, little one!" he scolded. "C’mon, just stuff some pj’s or whatever in a bag and get going."

"It’s not that easy dad, and I didn’t have a tone!" she retorted, grabbing some make up and videos as well as clothes. "And crap isn’t a bad word!" she complained as she bounced down the stairs.

"It’s not but I still don’t like it," he said, though he himself used it a lot – just, not in front of her. "Sammie’s not coming, she’s got a flu... yeah, as if you didn’t know," he added as she rolled her eyes and tapped her cell phone. "Gaia’s eager to see you, though," he added with a smirk.

Emmy stuck out her tongue. "I know, she’s a cutie. This pretend sister thing is kinda fun. She gets lonely and she’s pretty good for me, which is good, ‘cuz I really hate swatting her or anything."

"Aww," Alan said, giving her a brief hug before collecting all his things and getting ready to go. "That’s not going to be a problem anyway, Big Emma will watch the both of you, heh!"

Emmy gulped. "Daddy, she can’t spank me, right? I mean, she’s not my mum! I mean, she’s kinda like an aunt, but like, still!"

As he was about to walk out the door, Alan turned around and looked at Emmy in her eyes. "I don’t know if she means business or not, but I tell you what: don’t act up so you won’t find out."

"Yes sir," she said softly. "I’ll miss you dad, but have fun, will ya? Hey, maybe Emma and Greg would like a night out. I could watch squirt for a couple hours, kinda like a thank you, ya know?"

"Good girl... and yeah, if that happens, you’ll be asked to watch Gaia, and in that case, be wise and responsible, okay?" he added, kissing her forehead.

Emmy nodded and hugged him tight. "I know. Did you know she likes to play house? She’ll swat me when she plays mommy. That’s like interesting. Not bad, just I never did that, but then I was never spanked at her age, so it wouldn’t have seemed natural. Am I babbling? My teacher says I have a problem shutting up."

... Alan was about to comment on the play house thing but didn’t have time, since Emmy just kept talking. Then, he finally said. "Your teacher is a wise woman, Em... listen to her," he said.

"And as for playing house, well, let her do that, what’s wrong with it. I’m sure she can’t really ‘hurt’ when she swats you, right?"

"Oops," Emmy mumbled, blushing and covering her mouth.

"Naah, she doesn’t."

"Good," he smiled as they headed for the car. "But know that her mother probably does."

Emmy gulped and nodded. "Sorry I talk to much. I guess I just got a lot to say, ya know? Though usually it’s stupid, surprise surprise," she mumbled.

He was about to open the door to the car, but stopped dead, and looked around. No-one in the street. So he quickly grabbed Emmy, spun her around and planted twelve firm smacks to her jeans-clad bottom. "Self-esteem, child," he just said. "As per chart."

"Oww oww oww!" she yelped, rubbing. "Sorry dad," she sniffled, her eyes only just watering. "It’s hard, but I’m working on it. Sheila helps," she mumbled.

"That’s alright," he said, riding the car. "I’m sure you’re working on it and stick with Dr. Carter, she’s really one to trust. One thing, though..." he added, suddenly serious: "Promise me you won’t say such things with Gaia, okay? She looks up at you, don’t disappoint her."

"I promise. You’re not gonna tell Emma that I do that, are you? I’ll try really hard!"

"Of course I’m not going to tell her," he said, starting the car. They drove through the London streets, half-deserted as it was still early morning on a peaceful Sunday. A few minutes later they parked in front of Emma and Greg’s house and they rode off. "Be nice and polite, you get it? Or you get it," he warned her one last time, winking, while ringing the bell.

Emmy nodded, blushing bright red at the remark, just when Emma opened the door and the blur of Gaia nearly toppled Emmy over. "Oof, kid, you’re killing me!" she giggled.

"Emmy Emmy Emmy hi hi hi! Coooome I wanna show ya the new Barbie!!!" she squealed in a high-pitched, happy voice, while Emma and Alan watched and tried not to laugh, failing miserable.

"You are in for quite a mess," Alan whispered to Emma.

"I am?" Emma asked as the kids wandered off, Gaia pulling the older girl along and talking a mile a minute, even faster than her teenager counterpart!

"Oh yes, Emmy can get in trouble faster than light, believe me," he chuckled. "I’m kidding, she’s a very good girl. Just, keep an eye out for her, okay?"

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Hey, quit dodging what you are really trying to say. I have no patience for edging around things. Just tell me, you won’t offend me, you know me better then that!"

She fixed him with a look that Gaia would have known quite well. Sighing and scraping the back of his head, he finally shrugged and said: "A good spanking gets to my daughter, usually; when she’s unruly, she’s not thinking, and that’s a good way to bring her back on track... need I say more?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

Emma shook her head no. "I figured, but I wanted you to say it. I don’t plan on spanking Emmy, that is never something that an adult enjoys. But I will if something happens, but I doubt that it will. Now, you go enjoy your time, and don’t worry about a thing. We’ll all get a long great!"

"Enjoy is not the word with New Line representatives," he groaned, and shook his head, but still got ready to leave. "Good luck, nonetheless. I am sure you are going to enjoy it, I just hope there is not going to be any trouble. Thanks again!" and he gave her a quick hug. "Bye Emmy!!" he called.

"BYE DAD!" Emmy yelled back, soon echoed by Gaia’s: "bye mister!" Emmy giggled and tickled the toddler.

"Nooooo ticklingggggg!!!" Gaia squealed, as Emma walked in her daughter’s room, smiling.

"Oh don’t listen to her, she does love it."

Emmy smiled. "Thanks Emma for having me. I’ll be really, really good, I promise. If you and Greg wanna go out for a couple hours, I’ll watch Gaia, like a thank you. Just an idea."

The woman smiled back and quirked an eyebrow. "Why, thank you, that’s so kind of you to say. We were just thinking about a theatre play we’d like to see... sure you can handle this giggling monster?" she said, giving Gaia’s belly a couple of pats.

"I’m not a monsterrrrrrr!" the child faked a pout, but giggled more.

"I think so. We’re good kids, huh girlie?" she kissed Gaia’s head, then tickled her again. "And no pouting silly!"

"We’re bestest kids!" Gaia exclaimed, hugging Emmy’s neck.

"Aww, that’s lovely," Emma said. "Well, we’ll be leaving in some thirty minutes, then, alright?"

"Sure. Is it okay if I make us some frozen pizzas or something? I can do easy things."

Emma nodded. "It’s okay, yes, but Gaia can’t eat sweets today, remember that." That made Gaia pout some more, for real this time.

"Oh okay... can I ask why?" Emmy was disappointed, that meant no sweets for her either: she wouldn’t eat them in front of the kid and make her jealous.

"Nothing serious, but she’s had a nasty tummy ache for a week, and her doctor suggested caution with candy." She approached her daughter and kissed and tickled her belly again, especially her belly-button. "Which is a problem since this kid LOVES them, huh??"

Gaia again squealed in delight, yelling "nooo mummyyyy lemme goooo!", and all the while, Emmy smiled like an idiot at the site of mother and daughter enjoying each other, almost feeling jealous. Almost. With a heavy sigh, she ran fingers through her hair and pushed that feeling away.

"Alright, time to go... you girls have fun, okay? And try not to burn down the house."

Emmy nodded. "We’ll try... hehe, have fun!"

* * *

When Emma and Greg left for the theatre some half a hour later, all dressed up despite it still being mid-morning, Emmy turned to Gaia. "Soooo, whatcha wanna do kiddo?"

Gaia thought about it as though her whole life depended on that choice, then exclaimed: "I wanna watch Finding Nemo!! We can have choklate popcorn, oh pwweeease!!"

"No chocolate and sweets Gaia, or your mum will be upset. I don’t wanna get in trouble. Go find the video and we’ll watch!" Emmy said while helping herself to some soda from the kitchen fridge – she had at least spent enough time there with Alan that she knew where things were.

"Owww that like sucks!" Gaia said, and crossed her arms, but still went obediently to the living room and fished in the videos drawer, finally finding the DVD with the cartoon. "Emmy put it in c’mon! I wanna watch!" she stomped.

"Hey, no stomping. That’s like... not good, okay? Sit down and I’ll set it up."

"Okayyyyyyyy." Rolling her eyes, the child still did what she told and plopped down on the couch, waiting to see the funny picture appear on the screen.

Emmy finally got it running after minutes of fiddling with several remotes. "Jeez, got enough remotes?"

From the couch, Gaia giggled. "Yeah dad’s like crazy over that crap, hehe."

"Hey, don’t say crap," Emmy scolded. "Not polite." she plopped on the couch and set her feet on the coffee table, not grasping the irony of that reprimand.

"Uffff," the child blew vigorously from her little mouth, but then, as the cartoon ran, she got closer to Emmy, resting her head on her lap.

"Aww, cooties," Emmy teased her, tousling her hair with her hand and occasionally pinching her cute tiny cheeks.

Gaia giggled again. "Yethhhh," she said in her tiny little voice. Finding Nemo kept them busy watching – more Gaia than Emmy, anyway – for nearly half a hour without interruptions, but soon Gaia got up and walked towards the kitchen. "Be right back!"

"Hey, what are you up too?" Emmy asked, but was not moving from the couch.

"I’m thirstyyy," she whined from the kitchen. She came back to the couch a minute later, carrying pineapple juice, hoping Emmy didn’t notice the chocolate cake crumbs on her sweater.

"Hey, what’s on you? Please don’t get dirty, I don’t know how to run you guys’ washer."

Alarmed and kicking herself for being so sloppy, Gaia promptly brushed the crumbs away. "Nuthin’, ‘s alright. I don’t need a change," and she snuggled back against Emma, kissing her cheek to try and distract her from that.

It worked wonderfully, because Emmy, once again in awe of the toddler and starting to feel kinda sleepy anyway, hugged her tight. "Hey, you want a nap?" she said with a little yawn. Some Sundays could get so lazy...

Gaia nodded, her own eyes starting to feel heavy. She got even closer to her big pretend-sister and rested her head on her chest. "But you sleep wiff me okay?..."

Emmy nodded and yawned again: "Sure."

Soon she closed her eyes, and both kids dozed off within minutes, and it was like that, asleep and hugging each other on the couch, the Finding Nemo DVD menu on the TV screen, that Emma and Greg found them almost two hours later, when they got back.

"Aww such cutesy," Emma whispered to her husband, who smiled tenderly and shook his head, but Gaia still heard and opened her eyes, whispering:

"Mummy’s back..."

Awaken right in the middle of a very interesting dream starring George Clooney, poor Emmy jumped and fell right off the couch, smacking the coffee table. "OWW! crap!" she shouted, rubbing her sore elbow.

Gaia brought her hands to her mouth. "You shouldn’t say that!!" she scolded, but laughing.

Emma wasn’t laughing though, and shook her head with a slight grimace. "Hey, so here’s where my kid learns such language... how did you two get along, loves? Everything alright, Em?"

Emmy nodded. "Yep. No sweets, watched movie, fell asleep. Sorry, didn’t mean to say that," she blushed, shuffling her feet a little.

"Oh it’s not a bad word, I’m just worried it’s the least vulgar in your repertoire, " Emma said, winking and making Emmy blush deeper, then made her way to the kitchen. "The play was great, by the way, we had a very good time!" she commented, but then went silent and walked back into the living room with a bigger frown. "May I know why a big slice of chocolate cake is missing?"

Emmy’s eyes went really wide. "Wuh... huh?" she asked, looking decidedly nervous.

Gaia blushed deep red and looked away from her mother, playing with her hair.

"Yes, and it’s a big one. Were you hungry, Em?..." Emma said, smiling: she was at least willing to give her the benefit of doubt.

Emmy shook her head no. "No ma’am," she squeaked. "I didn’t eat it. That wouldn’t be fair to eat it in front of Gaia."

"That’s right," Emma said. Meanwhile, Gaia was biting her lower lip and looking between her mother and Emmy, something that Emma didn’t miss. "Do you have anything to say, missy?"

"Like... n-no mum... I didn’t... I mean..." she stuttered, looking at the ground. Oh how she wished she knew more words to speak her mind!

Emmy groaned and plopped back down on the couch. "Okay, there I go, did something stupid. Should’ve followed her into the kitchen!" she moaned, kicking herself for being so careless.

Gaia felt her heart sink at that, but Emma sat on the couch too, looking at the teenager. "You mean she did go in there alone?"

Emmy nodded. "Don’t be mad Gaia, please?" she begged. "She said she was thirsty, I didn’t hear anything like she might be eating... I am a bad baby-sitter," she sighed. "That’s the second time I screwed up with her."

Sighing, Emma shook her head. "Em, honey, you’re a good baby-sitter who still needs to learn how sneaky this child is, you see?"

That had Gaia frown and pout. "I jus’ wanned a slice and..."

"Gaia Romilly Wise," Emma snapped in, interrupting her. "You’re in trouble enough already, I suggest you stay silent."

That made Gaia look at the ground with a huge pout, and Emmy jump. "It’s as much my fault as hers!" she exclaimed rather loudly.

"Yes it is," Emma nodded without a hesitation, then turned to her daughter too. "Gaia, Emmy, I’m quite disappointed, and you know what this means, don’t you?"

Emmy squirmed, feeling a nervous knock in the pit of her stomach. Instead, Gaia just started sniffling and nodded. "Y-yes mummy... I sowwy!"

"Honey, I know you are, and you too," she said, looking at Emmy, "but you are both going to be punished, do you understand?"

Emmy nodded. "I’m really sorry Emma," she whispered. "Should... should I go to the guest room?"

"No, Em, you’re staying right here..." and with that, he motioned both her and Gaia in front of her. "You are both getting a spanking right now, if that wasn’t clear."

Emmy gulped. "Please, not in front of Gaia! And I can’t watch her being spanked! Can’t I wait for you in there?" she begged.

But Emma was resolute and shook her head. "No you can’t, and you won’t watch her get spanked, because you’re both going to be over my lap at the same time, understand?"

Gaia started to cry quietly and muttered a meek "yes ma’am".

Emmy, on the other hand, was far less resigned, and shook her head no. "Huh-uh, please Emma, please!" she begged, tears starting to roll down her face. She was getting sick to her stomach, this was just SO not going right!

The woman’s face went a bit more stern now. "Em, are you going to be a good girl and accept it like my 4-year-old daughter already has, or not?" she said, hoping to push a button somewhere.

Emmy shook her head no. "I don’t feel good," she whispered..

"Want to tell me why?" Emma said, taking her hand.

"Scared," she whispered, shaking just a little.

She nodded. "I can understand. But this is not the first spanking you get, am I right?"

Emmy nodded. "First from a girl," she whispered. "And I just can’t do it HERE, Greg might come in. And I don’t wanna hear Gaia cry, cuz it’s all my fault!"

Emma smiled and looked at her sweetly, then sat her on her lap, and Gaia too. "Em, the fault is both of yours, in the same way. And as for Greg, he knows better than to enter here, I warned him not to as I was coming back from the kitchen."

Snuggling up to her mother, Gaia kept crying softly, but nodded.

"Please not in front of her!" Emmy still begged pitifully, though. "Please! Pretty please, I’ll never do it again!"

"I already said no, Emmy," she said. "Why is this such a problem to you? You have spanked Gaia already, you both know this side about each other, right?"

Emmy nodded, starting to sob, herself.

"Good. And I’m sure you’ll be even closer when we get this out of the way, right?"

Gaia nodded tearfully, outstretching a hand towards Emmy. That did push a button, though, and the young teenager reached for the tiny hand and pulled the toddler to her, hugging her close.

"Sowwy I got you in twouble," the child whispered.

"It’s okay, honey" she whispered back, cuddling her. "I love ya anyways... but I’m so gonna get that brush when I get home," she whimpered.

Emma smiled at seeing them hugging like that, but then she said: "Oh I’m sure Alan won’t go so hard on you... I’ll tell him not to, hmm?"

"Don’t matter," she whimpered. "It’s on the chart, should’ve kept my mouth shut!"

"Chart? Well, I don’t know what that is, but if it’s something you both agree to, then I won’t say anything," Emma just said, rubbing Emmy’s hair.

As Emma rubbed her hair, Emmy cuddled very tight to her, liking to be held that way. It was weird to be held when it wasn’t Alan, but it felt good too. Then that pang of jealousy slammed into her again, and she pushed it away like she had before. On her behalf, Emma just sat there with her daughter and this sweet girl who was every bit as sensible as Alan had said she was. She enjoyed the closeness too, and kept the children there until they had calmed down a bit.

Gaia eventually stopped crying, and sat up, knowing what was coming. Emmy tried to stay nestled close. It was comforting that Emma was being patient with her, at least, and not expect her to snap to attention with every order she gave.

"I guess we better get it over with huh?" she whispered finally, when Gaia appeared to be getting anxious about it.

"Yes, I think you are right, Emmy," said Emma, detaching from them both. "Come on, up you get, both of you. We need to get some clothing out of the way first, don’t you think?" she said, trying not to sound too scary.

Emmy slowly lowered her sweat pants, blushing bright red, not sure if Emma would lower her panties or if she should. While the young teen was undressing herself, Emma attended to her own daughter, taking down Gaia’s pants and panties in one quick move, down to her ankles.

"Your underwear too, sweetie," she whispered at Emmy.

Emmy gulped. "Daddy usually does that when I’m over his lap," she whispered. "Do I gotta do it now?"

"Oh come on, we’re all girls here," Emma said, "but do it whatever way you’re comfortable with, it’s alright," she smiled.

Well, that was something, but still, Emmy didn’t want to be the wimp in the group, so she took a shaky breath and slipped the lacy little panties down quickly, then covered herself with her hands. Emma gave a little smile, then quickly guided Emmy over her lap, having her fit tight to her body; then she took Gaia’s hands and guided her over as well, laying aside the older girl. She was presented with the sight of four pale white globes, two tiny ones and two fuller, rounder ones.

Emmy squirmed a little after getting into position, and closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see Gaia’s little face, already puffy from crying, just as her own was, and would only get redder. Wasting no time, Emma took a grip around both girls’ waists, then started the spanking – two rather moderate slaps to Gaia’s cheeks, and two firmer ones to Emmy’s, then back to her daughter, then again to the teen’s bottom. She kept it up like that for several seconds.

Having never figuered Emma to be that strong, Emmy gasped nearly with each smack. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and making Gaia scared, or maybe to keep her pride, or maybe, who knows? She just tried to lay as still as possible and take it.

Gaia didn’t have such ‘restraints’ though, and just sobbed away as her mother spanked her bare buttocks. After a while, though, Emma stopped, and gently helped her daughter up. "Gaia, honey, go sit on the chair facing the corner as always... I’ll be right there in a moment."

Compliant and sobbing, Gaia nodded and did as instructed, and when she was off to the corner, Emma moved Emmy’s body over her lap and resumed spanking her, harder now. That was then the teen started kicking and whimpering, slowly losing all thoughts of taking it bravely! Her hands flew back to block her rapidly reddening cheeks.

"Out of the way, Em," Emma said matter-of-factly, and blocked her wrists in her right hand, then resumed whacking away until the girl’s bottom and sit-spot was an uniform dark pink.

Emmy started sobbing and kicking wildly. "Stooooop, I so sorrrrrrrrry! Hurrrrrts, stop I be goooooood!" she begged, squirming like a worm.

But Emma restrained her and kept spanking. Still, considering that maybe it was true that Alan was going to use a hairbrush on her, she stopped a few seconds later, after delivering a last flurry of rather intense smacks to the top of Emmy’s thighs, which now blushed a rosy red too. By that time, Emmy was limp and sobbing loudly, bunching up Emma’s pant leg in her hands, trembling.

After finishing, Emma gathered the girl and hugged her. "It’s over, honey, shh... cry it all out."

Emmy buried her face in Emma’s chest and sobbed hard, very grateful for the comfort that was being offered to her. "I sorry I sorry," she kept repeating many time and time again.

"I know you are, it’s alright. You made a mistake, that’s all, you’ll do better next time," Emma said, speaking soothingly into her ear. "I care for you, little one. How could I not love that big silly boy Alan’s daughter, huh?" she added with a chuckle.

Emmy sniffled. "I feel so stupid, I’m so sorry," she whispered, looking into Emma’s face.

"Hey, don’t say that again, got it?" Emma said, faking severity. "You’re not stupid." Emmy just whimpered. "You’re a cute girl and you’re good," Emma repeated. "Hey honey," she called over to Gaia. "Why don’t you come here and join the family hug, hmm?"

Happy that she was being included in the comforting, Gaia trotted over and threw herself in her mummy’s arms too, also earning a kiss from her big pretend-sister.

But Emmy paused, looking at Emma: "Family hug?"

Emma smiled. "Yeah, why? Alan’s one of the family, only fair that you are too."

Emmy beamed and kissed Emma’s cheek, hugging her and Gaia. The woman smiled back at the teen, and then hugged them both very tight until their sobbing had eased down.

"How about getting those panties of yours back up now, girls?" Emmy cringed as she pulled hers back up, followed by the sweat pants. Gaia let out a small yelp when she did it, but decided to leave her pants well off for now. Emma smiled and kissed her daughter’s forehead.

"C’mon, enjoy the rest of the movie," she said. "Ah, Emmy: Alan called, said everything is going as planned and he’ll be here tomorrow morning."

Emmy nodded. "Great," she mumbled.

"Uh oh," Emma said, "Sorry," and she ruffled her hair and left the room.

Gaia approached Emmy and tugged on her shirt. "Sis... is your daddy gonna ‘pank you too??"

Emmy nodded, cuddling with her on the couch. "Yeah, he won’t be happy with me."

"Okay," Gaia said after thinking it through. "But I loves you lots anyway," she added, sweetly.

Emmy rubbed Gaia’s tiny bottom "That help it feel better?"

Gaia giggled and smiled. "Ouch... yeah it does! Want me to do it to you too?" she offered.

Emmy blushed. "Uh, I dunno...."

Gaia shrugged. "Okay, thought it be nice... feels cool to me." Emmy still blushed. Seeing that, Gaia gave a small frown. "What?... you don’t like me anymore?"

"No sweetie, I like you lots! Just, never mind, go ahead and rub cutie if you want."

Shrugging again, but giving her a big smile too, Gaia rubbed her friend’s BIG bottom... at least, it looked like that to her tiny 4-year-old eyes. "That okay?"

"Yep, thanks kiddo." she kissed Gaia’s head. "You’re really special, babe."

"You’re special tooooo," Gaia squealed happily, and hugged her again.

click here for pictures of Emma and Alan