I didn't get out much after the accident that killed my wife. It was a stupid thing to happen. I'd taken the kids down to the playpark to let them run wild for a couple of hours. While I was gone Georgia decided to wash the bedroom curtains. She washed and dried them with no problems but when it came time to hang them up again she couldn't be bothered using the little stepladder we have for things like that. She just grabbed the nearest chair. Apparently the chair tilted when she leaned too far to the side and she fell off. Normal result you'd get up bruised and swearing. An abnormal result is when you land wrong and break your neck and that's what happened to Georgia.
With two small children and no wife I didn't even try to get back into the dating game. There had been sufficient insurance to cover child caring while I worked but I saw no reason why I couldn't personally look after my own children the rest of the time. We got along just fine. The few times I did go out I arranged a sitter through the local baby-sitting club. It had all worked out quite well.
One Friday night I had to attend a committee meeting of the local football club. I had arranged a sitter through the club and a nice young lady by the name of Fiona turned up to look after the kids and I headed out.
I turned up at the clubhouse for the meeting and found the rest of the committee milling around outside the locked doors. Apparently there'd been some break-ins and the caretaker had arranged for new locks to be fitted. What he hadn't arranged for was new keys for any of the committee members and we were locked out. The caretaker? He'd gone to the pub his wife informed us when we rang. She didn't know which one and she didn't know where the new keys were. Probably in his office. Unlikely, in my opinion, as his office was inside the locked hall.
Instead of us wasting our time trying to track down the caretaker we decided to have our committee meeting right where we were. It turned out to be quite a short meeting. Members who could normally be counted on to debate every little item became remarkably agreeable in the cold night air. I have never attended a more friendly meeting.
Meeting over I was heading home, a good hour or so before I was expected. Didn't really matter. The kids would already be in bed and asleep and I'd agreed to a fixed amount for the baby-sitter. She'd be getting full pay for a half night's service and I didn't expect her to complain about that.
This was the first time I'd ever had Fiona as a sitter. I'd just rung my contact with the baby-sitter club and they'd passed the job on to her. I had had a short talk with her when she arrived but no alarm bells had gone off. She was a personable young lady of about nineteen or twenty and quite attractive, having the sort of figure that showed through the loose clothing she was wearing. They were not quite a track suit but certainly that sort of thing, worn with the intention of wrestling children, not vamping any stray males she came across.
The reason I mention that loose, Sloppy Joe, type clothing is because I was shortly to receive a surprise. I let myself in and strolled down the passage towards my office. The lights were on in the office so I assumed that Fiona was probably using my computer. I had told her that she could do so if she wanted to.
Looking in the office I noticed that she'd replaced my proper office chair with one of the bar-stools. Also she seemed to have lost a certain amount of clothing. The loose outer clothing was neatly folded and sitting on the office chair. It turned out that what was under that clothing was a very lacy Teddy. Only having a partial view I couldn't see how well it fitted but what I could see suggested that it fit her very well indeed.
As I stood there feeling rather bemused she giggled and reached over to type something. I could see the message popping up on the side of the screen. After a few moments a reply came and she giggled again. Standing up, which showed that the Teddy clung quite lovingly to a very attractive bottom, she proceeded to divest herself of the aforesaid Teddy, holding it to the side and dropping it on top of the rest of her clothes.
Unfortunately, this did not leave her naked. She was still wearing a matched set of lacy undies, obvious partners to the Teddy. I'd moved up quietly behind her and could now see the website she was on. It was one of these cam sites, and she was performing live. Even as I watched a message came through suggesting that she shed her undies. She typed a refusal, giggling all the while.
She got a hell of a shock when she read her next message. 'Who's the guy behind you?' it asked.
Fiona gave a startled squawk and spun around, blushing fiercely as she recognised me.
"A live cam performance?" I asked, and she gave the smallest possible nod.
"Interesting. Pay well, does it?"
A small shrug greeted that comment. I'm guessing that it paid, but not that well.
"Get many viewers?"
Another small shrug. Maybe she was nervous sitting there in bra and panties.
"Well, I'm sure interest in your little show will pick up soon. Especially as word spreads about how you got spanked live on cam."
That got a reaction. She jumped to her feet looking highly indignant. She would have been better served reaching over and turning off the computer.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about a fitting penalty for this disgraceful behaviour," I said piously. "Not the sort of thing I expect from my babysitter. Surely you can see that I have no choice but to exact some sort of penalty. Imagine if my children had woken up and come down and seen you naked on the computer."
"They're toddlers. They wouldn't even notice. And I'm not naked, damn it. I never go naked for these shows."
"They're not that young. They talk about everything they see. Anyway, it's the principle of the thing," continuing to hold the moral high ground. "This sort of behaviour should be nipped in the bud before open licentiousness is everywhere."
"My behaviour has nothing to do with you," Fiona protested.
"It does when you're in my house. Still, if you absolutely refuse the spanking. . ." I let my voice trail off.
"I do," she said, sounding much relieved.
"Then I suppose I'll just have to limit myself to reporting your activities to the Babysitter Club and request that you not sit for me again."
