Chapter 2

My first thought when my naked cousins offered to play “Truth or Dare” and made it clear that they were only interested in “dares” was to dare them to fuck my brains out. I had no experience with truth or dare games, and I didn’t want to scare them off if that was too far out.

They seemed up for anything, but I felt it might be best to start out “slow” and work my way up.

“Okay, Veronica!” I readily agreed. The fact that I was getting PAID to be here was blowing my mind. I had intended to be a fantastic babysitter, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of a naughty game. Their mother had warned me that the girls were pretty slutty – but I had no idea just HOW slutty.

“Oh, Goody gumdrops!” Veronica clapped her hands and bounced up and down slightly on the carpet. Her legs were folded across her ankles, as she called it. Her cute little tits bounced as she bobbled on the carpet with enthusiasm.

Betty seemed disappointed not to be chosen first, and Archie merely looked amused but somewhat bored.

“I dare you to suck my cock,” I decided. I wasn’t exactly subtle or starting all that slow, and from the reactions I got, I could see that it was a very unexpected and extreme dare. Archie’s face lit up with shock and surprise, Betty’s jaw dropped open in disbelief, and Veronica genuinely seemed flattered.

“You’d really let me bob on your knob? Even though we are cousins?” Veronica aggressively leaned up off the carpet and started to unzip my pants. This was really happening.

I hadn’t thought too much about the cousin angle. I barely knew these girls, and they didn’t feel like “family” to me. I wasn’t about to say no, as she took my hard dick out like it was a magical wand and admired it.

“No fair!” Betty pouted and frowned.

“Quit your whinging; you’ll get your turn,” Veronica slid my pants down to my ankles, along with my underwear. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to get off the couch. The rule had only applied to them earlier.

I can assure you that I was 100% certain that I was going to be a diligent, helpful babysitter before my aunt left. That’s why I felt a bit guilty that within five minutes of my aunt leaving, I had my pants around my ankles, and her daughter was stroking and admiring my cock.

“I’d reckon this is at least seven inches,” Veronica purred, looking over her shoulder at her brother and sister while she lovingly stroked me. “It’s a bit bigger than your pecker-doodle, isn’t it, Archie?” she teased.

“I won’t get a turn, Veronica, because once you suck Mr. Dalton dry, it will be one shot and done, and then we’re breaking out Parcheesi and Battleship for the rest of the night’s games.”

“What do you mean?” Betty asked before realizing that when I shot my load, I’d probably be done with sexual thoughts. I hadn’t thought things out very well, and now I was regretting my decision not to ask for anal sex or something even more extreme. They were right; once I came, I probably would not want sex.

“I may not have a big cock, but I have a bigger brain than the two of you twat-flaps combined; I am just surprised Mr. Dalton didn’t ask you to ride his prick here on the couch and skip all the foreplay entirely.”

I was shocked Archie was so mature when it came to sex. He had struck me as being a bit naïve when his mom was home. He was entirely correct about my impulse.

“How about we start out slow with our babysitter and play a fun game of Would You Rather Lick My Bum?” Archie asked. I wasn’t sure if that was a serious game or not. I assumed from his dry wit that my cousin was joking. I could imagine a dare game where you had to pick between a dare or licking someone’s sweaty asshole.

“Oh, yes, would you like to play, Mr. Dalton?” Veronica stroked the pre-cum on my cock with her finger before tasting it like it was donut glaze. It may have actually been a real game that my cousins played after all. “I’ll get Mum’s dildo and we can use it for a spinner to see who does the dare,” she stood up and ran off toward her mother’s bedroom.

This sounded like it might be a fun game! I wasn’t going to eat anyone’s asshole. It sounded like a variation on the “Would you rather” party game, and I was down for that.

“The rules are simple, like my sister’s minds,” Archie quipped. “When it’s your turn, you have a choice, truth or dare; the dare can only last two minutes, and it can’t lead to orgasm. It has to be inside the domain of our house.”

Betty pouted as she gently stroked her pussy with her finger and closed her eyes. I liked what I was watching, and Betty didn’t seem to care whether I or her brother watched her slowly touch herself.

“As babysitter, are you not going to do anything about Betty flicking her bean?” Archie asked incredulously. Betty’s eyes flashed open, and she shot angry ice daggers with her expression at her little brother, who was seated on the couch next to me. She removed her hands immediately.

I didn’t want Betty to stop touching herself; it was quite a show. I hadn’t put my dick away either. My pants were still around my ankles. “If you let the girls play with their bits anytime they like, then what’s the point of giving them two minutes to shine their lollipops during a dare?” Archie asked me.

I realized he was trying to tell me to stop them from touching themselves outside of the game. “Get over my knee right now, Betty,” my voice was shaking.

“With your pud completely pulled out?” Betty stood up; her brows still knitted in anger at her little brother.

I pulled my pants and underwear back up, tucked my erect cock into my pants, and pointed to my lap. Betty seemed amused, not afraid or terrified at all. “Sit down on your lap or across your knee?” she asked playfully – it seemed she’d do either.

“Across my knee,” I tried to sound stern. I don’t think Archie or Betty bought it. Meanwhile, Veronica had been gone a pretty long time.

Betty slid across my knee like a slithering snake, rubbing her pretty little tits and erect nipples against my pants as she slid her head down toward the carpet and presented her bare ass to me. She had absolutely no modesty or concern about how exposed she was in this position. I could fully see her pink asshole and her pretty little slit close-up.

Archie could as well because he was sitting on my left side and facing his sister’s ass. “Get on with it then,” she wiggled her butt impatiently. “Or are you two pervs just going to stare at what I ate for lunch all day?”

The brazen way my cousin challenged me to look straight into the filthiest holes in her body sent shivers through my body. My cock twinged involuntarily. I had always assumed girls would react by freaking out if you could see the most intimate part of their bodies. That’s how it worked when guys peeped on them in movies like Porky’s and Revenge of the Nerds.

Betty didn’t struggle, fight, or try to cover her bottom with her hand. She called me out for staring, but I had a feeling that she would have remained in that position for as long as it took for me to have a good look. “Go ahead and spank me, Mr. Dalton. I know I was a naughty girl. I shouldn’t have been trying to run my finger down my quim without permission,” she pouted an apology in such a smooth manner that I thought she may have practiced it ahead of time.

I spanked her butt the way my aunt had taught me – applying a nice firm swat and twisting my wrist when I connected with her warm, tight little butt.

“Christ, is that all you’ve got? Archie could spank harder than that,” she giggled playfully. Archie frowned. I wondered if he HAD spanked his sisters before. I didn’t expect that response at all.

“Stop teasing Mr. Dalton, or I’ll go fetch the wooden paddle from Mum’s room, the one with the spikey bumps on it,” Archie threatened.

“Oh quite, I am sorry, Mr. Dalton, please continue,” Betty giggled playfully. This time, I spanked her a bit harder. I wasn’t trying to hurt the girl. Her butt jiggled slightly as I brought the flat of my palm down.

“Shall I count that one, or are these warm-ups, Sir?” My cousin asked sweetly, clearly amused by my lack of follow-through and precision. Betty had been spanked before, and she wasn’t the least bit modest about letting me touch her ass or look at her backdoor while she wiggled her butt. Betty’s ass cheeks reminded me of twin molds of chilled peach Jell-O side by side with a juicy pink life-saver in between them.

“Right,” Archie started to get up and said he was going to fetch the “Bum paddle” from his mum’s room.

“I can’t help it, Archie. If Mr. Dalton is going to tickle me bum, I can’t take this seriously. I can feel his knob banging into my ribs each time he gives me a swat, so a good spank can be a bit of a thrill, but I’ve been spanked by my Nan harder than this.”

I took that as a personal challenge and this time I held nothing back. I gave her more of a slap across the ass than anything resembling a spank. I felt it this time on my own hand. My palm stung from tiny pinpoints of electric pain after I connected.

“Ooh, turned up the heat a notch, did you? That’s unexpected,” she wiggled and counted it as one. Archie grinned and sat back down. I gave her another as hard as I could. This time she didn’t critique – instead, when I slapped her ass hard, she wiggled a bit and counted out two.

I was reluctant to do seven more by the time I gave her another because my hand was getting worn out on Betty’s pert little red ass. I felt the need to rub it softly, even though I was supposed to be spanking her.

“Is your hand hurting, Sir?” she asked in a knowing and polite manner. It was apparent she had been spanked before. “You are giving me a proper throbbing now, but I’d imagine your hand is stinging after punishing me?”

Betty’s pouty face was very kissable. I felt like she was trying to seduce me – or at the very least manipulate me into going much softer on her. I didn’t want to be a hard-ass on my cousins the first time I babysat them. I wanted to get invited back.

“Yes,” I admitted that it stung, and I shook it. I was certain that her butt was throbbing worse than my hand was. However, the breezy way that Betty asked confirmed what my Aunt had told me about not feeling sorry about having to spank the girls. The sting was part of the punishment, and it was obvious they got spanked quite a bit – perhaps, with good reason.

“If you’ll allow me to show you where mum has the wooden paddles, I’ll help you select one that is not quite as painful as the bumpy one my brother recommends you use on our arses. I’d imagine you’ll need it before the night is through.”

I was thankful for the offer. I was supposed to be the one punishing my cousin, but my hand stung. She rubbed her butt as she slid off of me and stood up. Archie said that his sister Veronica was overdue to return with the “spinner” anyway, so he joined us.

Betty skipped off with a playful “follow me,” her tits and ponytail bouncing as she eagerly took me to her mother’s bedroom. She swung the door open, took one look inside, and her whole face changed.

She stood back in shock, inhaling her surprise as her eyes went wide. Betty’s face dramatically changed, as if she was watching the most disgusting, wicked act she’d ever seen in her life.

My pulse quickened, as I raced to see what Betty witnessed inside her mother’s room. She was hardly an innocent, but judging from the look on her face – it must have been something scandalous.

“Betty!” I heard her sister cry out aghast from inside her mother’s bedroom. Veronica’s tone wasn’t that of someone who had been caught. It was more like she was accusing Betty of spying on her or getting her in trouble. It turns out it was the latter. Betty had intentionally led me here to her mother’s bedroom so that I’d find Veronica splayed out on the bed, with a purple dildo in her pussy, playing with herself.

“You daft little slag, you couldn’t let me have a bit of fun, could you?” Veronica looked up accusingly at her twin. She didn’t bother removing the purple dildo from her pussy. She stopped jamming it in and out of her pussy and laid flat on her back, realizing she had been caught. “Sorry, Mister Dalton, I couldn’t resist.”

I had the distinct impression that I had been led here by Betty, with the intention of finding her sister in the middle of pleasuring herself. However, I didn’t say anything about it at the time.

“I should have warned you that if you send my sister into our mum’s room alone and unsupervised, she’d be like a posh little git let loose in Hamleys with Mummy’s platinum card to play with all the toys she wants,” Archie said. “Now, you see why they need a babysitter.”

“You need one as well, Archie,” Veronica frowned angrily as she withdrew the dildo and sat up. “I was just warming it up for our game, Mr. Dalton,” she smiled at me sweetly.

“He’s not buying the sweet and dumb act, Veronica,” Betty warned her sister that she could just knock it off.

“I don’t think the dumb part is an act,” Archie snickered – half joking.

“We’ve just come to select a proper paddle for this evening, and it seems you are going to need the jumbo bumpy one over the dresser,” Veronica smirked like the cat that just ate the canary, nodding towards the assortment of wooden paddles mounted on the wall.

Betty’s butt was still a little pink, but the rosy color was already fading. I was going to have to spank both of them! I still owed Betty a few more swats from the living room, but Veronica had done so much more. My mind was already calculating what might be reasonable. I had been told “ten swats” several times by my Aunt, but the severity of what Veronica had done was far greater.

I felt like I was playing this all by ear, and I hoped I had some leeway when it came to meting out justice. It seemed like common sense to me, that the punishment should fit the crime. If I went too far and didn’t get asked to return after this, it was a chance I was willing to take.

There were six paddles mounted neatly over the vanity; each one polished to a shine like prized trophies. One was thick and broad, its edges smoothed from years of use, with “Girls learn when bums burn” scorched into the grain in curling script. Another had “Sheridan” lovingly carved along the handle, the wood worn soft where fingers had gripped it tight. That was MY mom’s name! I wondered what the story was behind that one.

A slimmer paddle, peppered with holes for extra sting, hung beside a well-worn leather strap, its edges frayed just enough to show it had seen its fair share of action. Every piece was hung with care but clearly meant to be taken down and used as needed. There were also several sex toys (mostly dildos) and a few I didn’t recognize that were on the dresser. A note written in exquisite handwriting was posted above the toys “Keep your dripping quims OFF of MY TOYS! – Mum”.

I was mystified by the number of paddles and sex toys that were on display in my aunt’s bedroom. She told me that I could come in here and sleep after the girls were in bed. My Aunt Alice had to know that I would have seen her toys, and she hadn’t taken any special precautions to put them away.

My Aunt’s bedroom smelled English—a faint mix of lavender sachets, old wood, and something like stale tea leaves clinging to the air. Everything in the room screamed comfort, but not in some flashy, over-the-top way. The bedspread was floral, delicate without being fussy, the kind of fabric that’d been around longer than I had, probably shipped over from some little village shop in the countryside. The furniture had that heavy, dark oak look, solid and reliable, with edges worn smooth from years of use.

There were the mirrors—on the walls, catching light in odd places, and one bold as brass mounted right above the bed. It didn’t fit with the rest of the cozy, proper vibe. The whole setup had this cheeky, naughty edge to it, like the room couldn’t quite decide if it was meant for afternoon tea or if it was intended as a setup for a late-night Cinemax movie like “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”.

Veronica hopped off the bed, tits bouncing, not a hint of regret anywhere on her face. She shot me a look—bold, unrepentant—like she’d do it all over again just to get off for a few minutes. I jerked off about 17 times a day any time I could, so I could relate to the desire to get off. I just assumed girls didn’t share that same desire with guys, or everyone would be fucking all the time.

Veronica sauntered over to me, still stark naked, the purple dildo swinging lazily in her hand like it was no big deal she’d just been caught going to town on herself. She had that look in her eye, like daring me to say something, to call her out, but I wasn’t sure who was really in control here. Me, the so-called babysitter with my dick barely stuffed back in my pants, or her, with that wicked grin and no shame whatsoever.

I got the distinct impression that not only was I being tested, but I had been found a bit lacking in the discipline department. I was an easy mark to these girls, and they seemed to think that I’d do whatever they wanted for a promise of a possible blowjob. All of the things my Aunt Alice told me about the girls being trouble started to flood back to me. It occurred to me that I was here to watch THEM more than I was their brother Archie.

Betty stood to the side, arms crossed over her chest, but it wasn’t to cover up—it was more like she was sizing up how to top her sister’s stunt. Her actions in the living room, softly fingering her pussy paled in comparison to what Veronica had done.

Archie, meanwhile, looked downright smug, like he was watching some reality show unfold and he knew all the spoilers. “Well, go on then, Mr. Dalton,” he nudged, glancing at the wall of paddles like it was a bloody menu. “Pick your poison. Looks like these slags need a bit of discipline.”

The word discipline rolled around in my head, but it didn’t sound like punishment the way Archie said it. It sounded like a challenge. I turned to the paddles, my eyes landing on the one with Sheridan carved into the handle. My mom’s name. I felt a weird jolt in my stomach, but I shook it off. Maybe it was just some odd coincidence ... or maybe not. Either way, the girls were watching me, waiting.

I had originally not wanted to be a hard-ass on my cousins and be too strict. I felt like the girls had been testing me, and hoping I’d feel that way. I started to feel like I had not only been manipulated but that the girls had no respect for me as a babysitter.

As much as I wanted them to like me, I realized now that I had to either take control or they would walk all over me all night.

I stared at the paddles, my eyes landing on the one with Sheridan carved into the handle. My stomach twisted. That wasn’t some random name—it was my mom’s. The wood around the letters was worn smooth, like it’d been gripped tight more times than I could count. I knew right then this wasn’t some weird coincidence. This paddle had seen action, and not just here. It had followed my aunt from England, carrying whatever stories they weren’t telling me.

My first instinct was to leave it alone, pretend I hadn’t seen it. But something about it pulled at me. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was the idea of holding the same paddle my mom probably felt across her own ass when she was my cousin’s age. I didn’t know what that said about me, and I didn’t care. I reached for it, feeling the weight of it in my hand. Solid, heavy—meant for more than just show.

“Good choice, the Sheridan,” Archie complimented my taste. It was slim and balanced. It felt like it was ancient, and the leather around the handle had been gripped so tightly that part of it was worn.

“That should put a proper sting on their dirty bums, Mr. Dalton,” he said.

The girls didn’t argue, they didn’t bargain, they didn’t negotiate. The only thing that Betty said was that the last three that I gave her in the living room should count. She undid her ponytail and leaned forward, grabbing her ankles. Veronica stood next to her sister, offering up her cute butt in the same manner.

They weren’t eager, but they also weren’t afraid. They closed their eyes in anticipation. Veronica’s pussy was still dripping, a little syrupy after she had fucked herself with her mother’s dildo.

“Is ten the proper amount for using your mum’s sex toy?” I asked. I didn’t apologize for saying mum. It just seemed natural, even though I didn’t speak with a British accent.

Veronica peeked over her shoulder, a sly grin curling at the corner of her mouth. “Oh, ten sounds proper enough, Mr. Dalton,” she purred, her voice sweet but laced with mischief. “But only if you’re sure you can handle giving me all ten without wearing yourself out first.”

She seemed to want a paddling. I had never been spanked, but I assumed it would hurt and couldn’t quite process why she seemed so accommodating.

Archie snorted from the side, kicking his feet up like he was settling in for a show. “Yeah, right,” he muttered. “The previous sitters never used mum’s paddles when a quick bare-ass spanking was all that was needed to keep the two of these daft cows in line. My sisters have never gone straight off to Mum’s bedroom to hump her toys, either.”

He glanced over at me, a smug little smile creeping across his face. “I doubt ten’s nearly enough, Mr. Dalton.”

His sisters shot him an angry glare from the corner of her eye but continued sticking their rumps out

like perfect little targets—two identical firm peaches with their tiny pink assholes winking back at me. My Aunt Alice had made it sound like the girls got punished all the time, and since they assumed this position so routinely, I made the assumption my cousins had to bend over like this when my aunt punished the girls – it made perfect sense. In that position, they were vulnerable, exposed, and I could take my time.

I wondered if Archie ever got spanked as well. I suspected the answer was no. It definitely seemed like there were two standards for girls and guys in this house – and I liked that the idea that the girls weren’t afforded any modesty.