✅3️⃣ Treating the Babysitter [Camp NaNoWriMo July 2023]

11. Fresh Start

"Good morning, baby," Adam's voice startled Claudia, and she wondered for a second where she was. But then she looked around the room and saw that she was back home. This room wasn't quite familiar anymore, after living in her own place for a year, but the space she had grown up in immediately jogged her memory, and then all the thoughts of the day before came flooding back. Adam was the babysitter, and she was helpless. She must have fallen asleep again; and it felt like she had slept very well this time. A part of her couldn't help wondering if the things she remembered from last night had really happened, or if it had just been some weird, erotic dream.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, and then looked at Adam again. He'd changed his clothes; he must have brought a couple of alternate outfits. Now he was in a check shirt and stonewashed jeans, like some outdated archetype of a masculine father figure. He was too young to fit that role really, although his face was starting to show the first traces of stubble.

"Morning," she said eventually, after a little time to gather her thoughts. "I... I'm still not going to call you 'Daddy', but it feels kind of weird using your first name. I'm not sure why, it just feels like first name terms is weird for somebody in a position of authority."

"I can understand that," he answered, trying to think quickly. "I mean, you can call me 'master' if you want. Or just don't use a name. Whatever feels better for you."

"You're not going to command...?"

"Not this time. I think the form of address can have a big influence on your state of mind, and it doesn't feel right to change something like that unilaterally. Maybe it's like the psychological part of health and safety, I won't push you into anything that could leave a lasting impression."

"Adam then," she said. "I'll get used to it. Or... Well, I guess 'Master' works, if you think it's appropriate to call my babysitter that."

"Well it's true," he said. "I am the master and you will obey me. But yeah, I'm not so sure about the implications. Would you like to think of me like that?"

"For a weekend, maybe. But we'll have to turn the tables at some point. Anyway, master, what's for breakfast?"

"Don't worry," he answered with a little shrug. "I've got something all planned out for you. But I'd like to give you the choice of taking a bath before breakfast, or after. You seemed a little distraught last night, and I think that part of the punishment has lasted long enough. Although you did seem to have gotten over it before dawn."

It took Claudia a couple of seconds to remember just how hard he had pushed against her limits last night. The feeling of semen on her skin, sticky, and the wave of revulsion she had felt when she couldn't immediately take a shower. And even in that situation, she hadn't been able to resist at all.

"I need to be clean," she said, unable to think of anything else again now he had reminded her. "Please, can I shower?"

"I don't think you're big enough to shower by yourself," Adam said, smiling just a little. "But you can have a bath if you want. And maybe, if you can promise to be a good girl, we can try showering tomorrow. What do you think?"

"Please?" she asked, shaking her head. She didn't want to be good yet, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to keep up refusing it forever. "Can I shower?"

"Bath, or breakfast. Two choices. Which would you prefer?"

"Bath please," she answered, but then crossed her arms and pouted to convey that she wasn't happy about that decision. Adam wondered if that was some gesture that had popped up from the depths of her subconscious thanks to the way he had been treating her like a baby, or whether it was something she had deliberately chosen to make a show of being bratty for the babysitter. Either way, he could tell that she was just asking for punishment. Still, she hadn't really done anything wrong, so he didn't want to upset her now.