Alice worked for the Richardses for more than two years as their babysitter. She spent her summers in their pool, her winters by their fire, and she longed for the life they lived and the home they shared.The summer before she left for college is when it all happened. Mr. Richards scared her and excited her all at the same time, and when she gave in to temptation when she thought he wasn’t paying attention she discovered what had been lurking beneath the surface all along.His stern voice, calm demeanor, and unwavering demands soon left her trembling, shaking, and downright begging for everything he had to offer. And when he decided she needed to be spanked before losing her virginity, she found she couldn't say no.From punishments to rewards, they satisfied every craving they had.(This is an explicit erotic story intended for adult audiences. It is 7,000 words long. It was originally published under the title "Babysitter".)
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I PREFER SWEATERS TO halters, boots to heels, and corduroys to long dresses. Got it? I listen to more Rachmaninoff than Katy Perry and I read Calvino rather than Danielle Steel. It’s not that complicated. And yet, somehow, they still manage to call me a slut and whore right along with nerd and loser. Now explain that one to me.
I’d like to say that I come from an aristocratic family, but the truth is we’re more Bohemian than anything else. I learned to play the violin at eight, speak French at twelve, and I edited my school newspaper for the last two years and eight months. I make half of my own clothes and my parents believe hammocks are the greatest invention since fire. My dad read me poetry before bed when I was growing up, and my mom’s been wearing her “this is what a feminist looks like” shirt since as long as I can remember.
So what’s the point? I don’t know. Maybe I’m trying to give Mr. Richards some excuses, and maybe I’m trying to defend who I am, but at the end of the day, the story is the story. There are no excuses, there are no should haves or could haves, and that’s just the way it is. It was unexpected, wonderful, transforming, and messy. I suppose that’s the way all things are: never quite what we expect. What else is there to do but keep going?
During my sophomore and junior years of high school, I worked for the Richards as a nanny. They just called me Alice and treated me like part of the family, but the truth is I was their babysitter and there’s no use saying otherwise.
Now speaking of the aristocracy, they were the real deal. They used to joke that their money was so old they spent it all a hundred years ago. Growing up they were poor. Mom and dad were poor. Their grandparents were poor. The chauffeur was poor and so were the gardener, the butler, and all the maids. Get it? It’s funny.
For a poor rich family, they lived a life I could only imagine. They ate organic food, went to the opera, summered in France, and they had a library. Can you believe that? They had a full on library in their house. Sometimes when I was watching Tasha I would sit for hours just reading the titles of their books. Most of them I had never heard of.
I had a crush on Mr. Richards since the day they first interviewed me, and it never got smaller as time went by. He was handsome, smart, and funny, and everything just came easily to him. He was a good father, a patient husband, and he never once treated me like a kid. He also scared the hell out of me sometimes. I never heard him raise his voice, but he didn’t need to. When he asked for something, it was done, and his calm presence and firm voice never wavered.
He talked to me like an adult, expected me to behave like one, and gave me all the responsibility and freedom I needed to live like one. For a while, I spent more time at their house than mine, and even though I was working, I sometimes pretended it was home.
During the summer I swam in their pool, in the winter I sat in front of the fire, and on Friday nights when they were out on a date, I put Tasha to sleep and sat in front of the huge screen TV and watched softcore vampire movies. Hey, I didn’t say I only liked the smart stuff. I mean come on.
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