Megan the Babysitter

"The new babysitter will be here any minute," said Billy's mother. "Now, you behave and don't give her any trouble! Do you hear me, Billy?"

"Yeah, Mom." Like most nine year old boys, Billy was of dubious reliability when it came to promises to behave.

"Megan is new in the neighborhood. She just graduated from college, I don't think her job pays very well, certainly not with all those student loans she has to make payments on. So she's looking for little extra jobs on the side. I hope we can make her feel welcome in the neighborhood--"

Suddenly the doorbell rang. "I'll get that," muttered Billy's father.

It was Megan the babysitter, in all her glory. Billy hadn't known what to expect in a new babysitter; after all, his mom had said Megan was 23 years old, which seemed to Billy awfully old for a babysitter. But this Megan didn't look old at all. In fact Billy thought she was quite pretty. She was sort of tall, slender but big boned, with a thick frizzy cascade of long black hair falling down her back. Beautiful heart shaped face, dark eyes, arching eyebrows, big pouty cupid-bow lips. And she was wearing a big loose floppy oversized heavy wool sweater, and tight blue jeans, and leather boots that came up most of the way to her knees.

Billy was pleased. He had never had such a pretty and stylish babysitter. And she seemed friendly too, smiling and quick to greet Billy.

"Well," said Billy's mother to Megan, "you can call my cell if you need to get in touch with us. We're just going out for a slow and leisurely dinner, we ought to be home by 9:00 or 9:30. Teachers' in-service day at school tomorrow, so you can let Billy stay up till we get home. Oh... and Megan, if Billy gives you any trouble, you have our full permission to discipline him as you see fit." Billy's mother laughed. "Billy can be quite a handful at times, you have our permission to do whatever you have to, to keep him in line."

"All right," said Megan. "I'm sure Billy and I will get along just fine. Won't we, Billy?" Megan turned and smiled at the boy.

Billy was smitten with his beautiful 23 year old babysitter.

After Billy's parents left for the evening, the nine year old boy went wandering off to his bedroom for a few minutes. When he returned to the living room, he found Megan sitting on the couch, flipping around on the TV and channel surfing.

Billy sat down on the couch, right next to Megan. He was sitting just to the left of her, so close that he was almost brushing up against the sleeve of her loose floppy wool sweater. He looked over in amazement at the huge mane of black hair flowing down her back. He looked down at Megan's lap, her hands, her right hand clutching the remote. Billy noticed how Megan had such large hands -- beautiful hands with big long broad satiny smooth backs, long fingers, nails grown out a quarter inch long with clear shiny nail polish. Megan had beautiful hands, but unusually large hands for a girl. And, thought Billy, Megan's hands looked strong.

Now Megan settled on one channel. It was some stupid history documentary, old grainy black and white footage interleaved with some dull narrator interviewing dull historians.

"That looks boring!" said Billy. "I wanna watch something else!"

"No," said Megan, "this is what we're going to watch."

"It's boring and stupid!" said Billy. "I don't wanna watch this stupid--mmmhh!"

Suddenly Billy found himself cut off in mid sentence. He couldn't talk any more. He couldn't get any words out. Because a large hand was fastened very firmly over Billy's mouth. A big soft warm firm soap-scented hand. Megan's hand! Billy realized that his babysitter had reached her arm around behind his head, and clamped her large smooth left hand over his mouth to shut him up!

Megan had her hand over Billy's mouth, her thumb across the bridge of his nose. She kept her hand over his mouth for a few seconds, and then she silently took her hand away.

Billy was aware that Megan's left arm was at an angle just behind his back, her hand resting on the couch cushion just beyond and behind him. Almost immediately Billy started complaining again: "There's some shows on other channels tonight, they're a lot better than this boring history--mmmmmmhhh!"

Instantly Billy found Megan's hand back over his mouth again. She had the soft warm firm palm of her hand fastened over his mouth. Billy couldn't say anything. He tried to open his mouth, but her hand was squeezed too firmly over his lips, and he couldn't get his mouth open. Billy tried to protest, but all that would come out from behind Megan's hand was a muffled, "Mmmmmmmh, mmmmm hhmmmmm mmmm mmmmmm hhhmmm! Mmmmm mmmmmmmh hmmm mmmmm mmmmmmhhh!"

"Billy," said Megan, "you're getting real annoying! I mean, like a real brat! Now, your mom said I could discipline you. So here's the deal. Either you keep quiet and behave, or else the next time you get mouthy with me, you will very suddenly find my hand clamped very tightly over your mouth. And next time I will not let go. I will keep you shut up, with my hand over your mouth, until the end of the show! Got it?"

"Mmmmmm hmmmm mmmmmm hmmmmm mmmmmmm!!" Billy made noises from behind Megan's big warm silencing hand. She just ignored his noises, and kept her hand over his mouth for another three or four seconds before she let go.

Billy now sat there beside his babysitter, acutely aware of her arm at an angle behind his back, unable to ignore her large smooth shiny-nailed hand resting on the couch cushion back behind and to the left of him. Billy looked over at Megan's other hand, resting on her lap. He looked up at her pretty face, her pursed lips, her big dark eyes glued to the TV. And like many a nine year old boy, he felt like being naughty, just to see what would happen. Just to see if Megan really meant her dire threat, or if she was just bluffing.

Besides, it would be sorta cool to have this babysitter's hand over his mouth again, especially if this time this 23 year old young woman wouldn't let go. With a feeling like he was stepping off the end of a diving board with cold deep water beneath him, Billy boldly said, "This show is so dumb--mmmm'mmmmmmmhh!"

Immediately Megan's large smooth warm soft strong hand was clamped very very firmly over Billy's mouth, cutting off his speech. He only got out five syllables before Megan locked her big warm powerful hand back over his mouth. This time Billy was surprised at how extra tight Megan had her hand over his mouth. He stretched and strained his jaw, he twisted and turned his head from side to side, but he couldn't get his mouth open no matter how hard he tried.

"Mmmmmmmhh, mmmmmm mmmmm hhhmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmhh!! MMMMHH!!! Mmmmmhhh.... mmmmmmhhh... mmmhh, hhmmmmm mmmmmm!!" Billy kept on trying to talk, but with Megan's large soft strong hand squeeze-locked across his mouth and his cheeks and his entire lower face, Billy couldn't talk no matter how he tried. He could only make soft muffled unintelligible noises beneath Megan's firm unrelenting hand.

"I warned you, Billy. Now you will keep quiet for the rest of this show, whether you want to or not!"

"Mmmmmmmhhh.... mmmmmmmhh, mmmmmmmmmhh......"

"No, Billy. I warned you, and you didn't listen. So now you will have my hand over your mouth until the end of the show... oh, another 45 or 50 minutes?"

"Mmmmmmmmmhhh! MMMMMMHHHHH!!" But Megan ignored Billy's meaningless noises. Billy twisted his head, he futilely worked his jaw beneath Megan's large warm soft confining palm. It was impossible, he couldn't say anything, he couldn't open his mouth no matter how hard he tried.

Billy couldn't talk, and his babysitter wouldn't let go of his mouth. It was sort of neat, actually, Billy thought. Like being a prisoner, or like being captured by the pirates, and now this girl pirate was holding him prisoner with her big strong hand over his mouth, so he couldn't yell for help, and this girl pirate was really strong and she liked keeping her prisoners quiet for a long long time... In fact, Billy imagined that Pirate Megan had such girl pirate strength, that he couldn't get away from her no matter what!

Billy sat there for a couple of minutes, watching TV with Megan, with her large smooth warm soft sweet-scented hand kept over his mouth, squeezed firmly over his mouth and cheeks. Then he tried making noises again: "Mmmmmmmhhh, mmmmm..... mmmmmhhh..... mmmmmmmh......." But Megan paid no attention to the soft unintelligible noises.

Now Billy reached up and started feeling of Megan's big warm smooth hand over his mouth. Her huge left hand, clamped across his mouth and cheeks, firmly across his entire lower face, with her thumb resting loosely across his nose. Billy felt of Megan's hand, the smooth warm silky back of her hand, so much larger than his hands. He felt of her long fingers, with those long sharp nails grown out beyond her fingertips. He felt of her long slender talon-nailed thumb across his nose. And Megan completely ignored how Billy was feeling of her hand.

Billy glanced up at Megan's face. She was riveted to the TV show, and paying no attention to him at all. Paying no attention at all to the boy whose mouth she was holding.

Now Billy started tugging and pulling on Megan's hand, gently at first and then more and more forcefully. Billy got to pulling and prying on his babysitter's mouth-holding hand with all his strength, and he was honestly just a little surprised to find that he couldn't budge her hand in the least, not even pulling on it just as absolutely hard as he possibly could. This was one strong girl pirate!

Because, as Billy was discovering, a 23 year old woman is a lot stronger than a nine year old boy, so even if he pulls on her hand over his mouth just as hard as he possibly can, he will be absolutely unable to pull her hand away from his mouth. No, she can just keep her hand locked in place over his mouth for as long as she wants, no matter how strenuously he's trying to pull her hand away.

"Mmmmmmmmmhhhh.... mmmmmmmhhh......" Billy finally gave up and just sat there, with Megan's large warm soft sweet soap smelling hand kept squeezed firmly all across his mouth and cheeks. He just sat there, unable to talk with his babysitter's hand kept over his mouth, watching the dull boring history show on TV. He couldn't say anything, but his eyes peered out above her silencing hand, watching the hands on the clock as they crept so slowly... 10 minutes... 15 minutes... 20 minutes... 25 minutes... it was hard to believe, so many long minutes already that Megan had been holding his mouth, and they were only about to the halfway point...

"Mmmmmmmhh, mmmmm mmmmmmmhhh! HHHMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMH!!!" After nearly half an hour of silence, Billy started twisting and tossing his head back and forth, making loud noises, reaching up and pulling and prying on Megan's large strong unyielding hand. This finally got the babysitter's attention. She looked down at Billy with her eyebrows raised, and her big dark eyes flashing.

"Billy, cut it out! I am not taking my hand off your mouth, I told you, not until the end of this show! So just you settle down. And if you give me any more trouble, I've got a roll of wide medical tape in my purse, and I'll tape your mouth shut for the rest of the evening! Got it?"

"Mmmmmmmhh.... mmmmmmmmmhhhh...." Billy didn't know if Megan was bluffing or not, but he quieted down and just sat there beside her. Just sat there, with his babysitter's hand kept fastened very firmly over his mouth. Billy now grew slow and quiet, and with the passing minutes he found that her large warm silencing hand had a calming, soothing effect on him. He felt sleepy, he felt almost hypnotized, at the sensation of having Megan's large warm strong sweet-smelling hand so firmly and unrelentingly engulfing his entire lower face, encasing his mouth in its grip, keeping him shut up so he couldn't speak a word. Like being a perpetual prisoner of a big strong girl pirate!

The minutes passed slowly... 30 minutes... 35 minutes... 40 minutes... It was getting all warm and sweaty beneath Megan's soft firm hand... 45 minutes... nearly 50 minutes... Then the history show was over, the closing credits were scrolling up the screen, and Megan looked down at Billy. Almost as if it was an afterthought, she let him go, removing her big smooth warm young woman hand from his mouth at last.

"Now, have you learned your lesson, Billy?"

Billy got up and went to the bathroom. Then he went and drank a glass of water out in the kitchen. When he came back he sat down on the couch again, right next to his babysitter. He was looking down at Megan's large smooth hands on her lap... her large smooth left hand which had just been over his mouth for almost 50 minutes...

And Megan was watching another dull boring history show, which was just beginning.

"Hey, Megan, don't you think you'd better keep me from interrupting this show, too?"

"How's that?" Megan glanced down at him, an amused look on her face.

"Don't you think you'd better hold your hand over my mouth again, for the entire show, so I can't talk or interrupt?"

The young woman raised her eyebrows. Her lips formed a puzzled smile. "Billy, are you serious?"

"Yeah, hold my mouth and don't let me go until the end of the show, no matter what!"

Megan had a look on her face like well, if it'll keep him satisfied and keep him quiet! Then without a word she wrapped her arm around Billy's head, and clamped her large warm soft smooth hand down firmly over Billy's mouth and cheeks and lower face. And she turned back to watch her TV show, leaving her big smooth young woman hand squeezed fast over Billy's mouth.

And Billy just sat there, drifting and dreamy, unable to speak, unable to get his mouth open, with his babysitter's hand over his mouth. And sure enough, this time Megan kept her hand squeeze-locked over his mouth for an entire hour, all the way through the entire TV show.

Shortly after the end of that show, Billy's parents got home. Billy's mother was asking Megan, "So how was Billy tonight? Did he give you any trouble? He can be so noisy at times..."

"Oh no," said Megan, "Billy was actually very quiet most of the evening. He just sat there, and didn't say a word. Very, very quiet!" Billy noticed that as Megan said this, she winked at him. And there was a look on her face like she was trying to repress a giggle.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it," said Billy's mom, "because Bill and I are going to be gone on Saturday, and we were wondering if maybe you could come over again to babysit Billy? Babysit him all day Saturday?"

"Oh, why sure, babysit Billy this Saturday, I'd be happy to!"

"Billy, how does that sound to you?"

Billy's mother could tell immediately from the look on his face that Billy was delighted at the thought of Megan coming over again on Saturday. And inside Billy's head the wheels were already turning, thoughts of how he could talk too much, get sassy, interrupt, or just come right out and ask his babysitter Megan to hold her hand over his mouth again on Saturday. Billy really liked his new babysitter, she reminded him of a big strong pretty girl pirate!