Clara's babysitting

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Sep 05, 2013 11:58 am

12 year-old twins Philomena and Cynthia sat on wooden chairs, smiling broadly, expecting great things, as usual.
They were dressed in leotards and woolly pantyhose and in front of them stood their babysitter, Clara with her fists on her hips. Between them was a pile of rope, and vet wrap; lots of vet wrap.
“OK, you two brats!” Clara sternly said, as she always did before she started. “What mischief have you been up to, since the last time I was here? And don’t you even think of pulling a fast one on me. You know what will happen then; don’t you? I know you far too well to be fooled!”

Part of the game, which was started by Clara over six years ago and now a crucial part of every baby-sitting job she did in the house, was them, dressed in leotards and pantyhose and sitting in wooden chairs, telling her what they had done in school and with their friends since the last time she was there; however, as long as they kept at least eye-contact with the truth, anything went. An obvious lie resulted in them having a limb tied to the chair. However, being two girls with fairly active imagination, these sessions tended to end up with them being completely stuck to the chairs rather quickly; and in some, if not most, cases being gagged as well.
She had already caught them trying to tell two lies each, so therefore they had one wrist each tied behind the back of the chair, the rope covered by a couple of layers of vet wrap, and she was in the process tying and covering the other.
She smoothed out the last layer of vet wrap covering Philomena’s right wrist, and went back to her original position in front of them.

“Right,” she said, “then; what happened?”
“Nothing much,” Philomena defiantly answered,” we fought, and I won!”
“Now that’s impressive; you fighting and beating a girl who I know is much taller and heavier than either of you! You cheated, I suppose?”
Philomena shook her head, and Clara picked up two lengths of rope and some vet wrap and walked over to her again.
“As much as I’m proud of you beating that girl, you know it is wrong to fight; don’t you? No matter for what reason? So as a result of that, I’m going to have to tie the other wrist.”
“And I suppose you were nowhere near the fight, were you?” she asked Cynthia.
“As a matter of fact, I wasn’t.” Cynthia answered. “I was in the library, trying to find a book our teacher wanted us to read.”
“A-ha,” Clara breathed, lifting an eyebrow. “And, pray tell me; what was the title of the book, and where is it now?”
“The title?” Cynthia had begun sweating. “I’ve forgotten both it and the story, because it was so very boring! And I’ve unfortunately returned the book to the library.”

After having tied the girls’ other hand, and wrapped it, Clara continued asking questions, and Philomena and Cynthia continued answering them; sometimes truthfully, sometimes not.
“Mm,” Clara congratulated Cynthia, as she wrapped the vet wrap around the lower part of her face, holding the bunched up wad of wool in place inside her mouth, “you’ve either become a very skilful liar, or you’ve decided that telling the truth is much more fun, than our little game. I saw though Philo’s little lies ages ago.” She positioned herself, so she could look them both in the eyes. “You know what this means; don’t you? You’re both going to have to sit like that the full two hours, as I can’t be sure.”
Now, you might have expected that the girls would start protesting, somehow; but instead they looked at each other, and their eyes lit up. They were going to remain her “prisoners” until just before their parents came back home; YIPPIE!

Clara looked at her captives, albeit voluntary ones, sitting there; gagged and with their hands, ankles, knees and waists firmly tied to the chairs.
“Those girls are seriously strange, and almost impossible to understand!” she thought, as she shook her head. “When I started this game almost by accident, so long ago, I thought they’d grow tired of it after a few times, but no; these days they seem to expect me to treat them this way, every time we’re alone!
I know they’ve spoken to their parents about it, and that they approve, but I still hope I can set them free, before they come back home.”

Unfortunately; that was not to be. The girls’ parents arrived home half an hour early; and Clara panicked. But they seemed to take it fairly casually.
“So, you managed to keep the two monsters in check yet again, I see,” was Anton’s only remark as he hung his coat on a hanger. And Lydia said: “I hope they haven’t been too much trouble?”
“No; no trouble at all,” Clara cautiously answered.
“Good!” Lydia said. “How long have they been sitting like that?”
“About one and a half hours,” Clara answered. “Look; I thought I’d have time to set them free, just before you came home, so you wouldn’t have to see what I’d done. I’m so sorry, but you see; it all started as a game.”
She told them the whole story; how she had started tying the girls up to keep them occupied, and how it somehow had become a ritual for them; the girls, dressed in leotards and woolly pantyhose, no matter if it was summer or winter, and sitting in the chairs, told her about what they had been up to since the last time, and she tying and vet wrapping one limb at a time, every time something they said sounded too good to be true, but that they also had a time-limit of two hours, or just before Lydia and Anton were supposed to come home.

“So Philo wasn’t lying when she told us about it!” Anton thoughtfully remarked. “And, don’t worry,” he added, when he saw the look on Clara’s face, “we still want you to be their babysitter, until they no longer need one. But because they look so at ease sitting there, I think you will have as much work here as you possibly want, and have time for!”
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Clara's babysitting

Postby alpha1 » Sun Sep 08, 2013 8:43 pm

I like the story will there be more added to it maybe the babysitterand mother gets tied next to her charges wearing leotard and pantyhose as well