The Sitter’s Test (Tangerine and Bombay)

[Tangerine]

Not having her children at home while she interviewed the new babysitter was quite inconvenient. She would have loved to introduce her little devils to the new caretaker, even though she had actually yet to give her visitor the job. Gladly, things were looking promising. However, the lady of the house happened to be a picky woman. Perhaps because of her administrative position in the consumer goods company she worked for, but she was strict and hard to please.

The two-storey house was quieter than usual without her son and daughter wandering about. Their father, her ex-husband, had picked them up for the weekend prior to her guest’s arrival. Just because they were divorced, it didn’t mean Carmen hated the man. In fact, it was the opposite. Admittedly though, the affection between them had long been over. If not for the kinds, she doubted she would be seeing him this often.

In the living room, the thirty-four-year-old single mother kept her gaze on her guest, two cups of tea sitting hot on the coffee table. She took this little meeting seriously, and wasn’t dressed casually. The black dress she wore reached to her thighs. Sheer fabric of her black tights was nicely stretched by the shapely legs they hugged. Especially around the thighs where she was quite a generous woman. Hopefully, the subtle cleavage her dress offered didn't pose a distraction while she held a conversation with the guest she intended to employ.

“My friend spoke quite highly of you.” The blonde mother mentioned her neighbour, who had only good things to say about this gal. Having a glowing reference was always good. On the other hand, Carmen also had her own, unconventional way to verify the candidate's qualifications.

“Since I have two kids, I believe it’s only fair that I pay the double of what my dear neighbour used to pay you.” Having a decent income, she was rather flexible when it came to the pay packet. “I shall be frank." After a pause, the woman continued. "I wouldn’t mind paying more. I just need someone adequately competent to look after my kids when I’m out.” Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked up and down at her.

"I intended to test it." Carmen revealed. "Your competence." Said test was a two-stage procedure. The previous applicant couldn't pass the first one, while the other had failed at the second. "If you're up for it?"

[Bombay]

This was probably one of the most intense job interviews the girl has ever been in. For the nineteen year old, she just wanted a job to make some extra cash while she was attending community college. What she got was a strict mother with a glare that shook her to her very core. Even when she arrived, she knew she entered the wolf’s den. May had dyed aqua blue hair that sat neatly on her shoulders, a black and red flannel shirt over white band shirt, and a pair of ripped knee and faded blue jeans along with her black vans. She was expecting a casual conversation with the woman, not an interrogation!

The whole time, May was as stiff as a board, but she explained why she was fit for the job, stating her former ‘employment’ by babysitting her own sister along with other kids in the neighborhood, her taking classes to become a teacher, and her references. “T-Thank you ma’am, I try. I guess I was just born to work around kids” she made a dry joke, before awkwardly smiling. It felt like no matter what she said, she was saying the wrong thing.

“Wait…does that mean? I have a job?” May beamed. “Really? Double pay? I mean, I don’t know what to say besides thank you!” she began. Maybe this interview stuff isn’t that bad. Even if it felt like Carmen was pulling out teeth, she somehow survived! “And you have someone who’s much better than ‘adequately competent’. I’m like above competent with this type of stuff. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it” she nodded her head, a lot more confident now that she got the job.

“Oh…uhhhh…suuuuuuuuure, yeah, I guess that’s fine” May really thought she had it in the bag, but of course Carmen has something up her sleeve. “Sooooooooooooo, what do you have in mind exactly?”

[Tangerine]

Since this was a job, and not necessarily an act of charity, the new sitter didn't have to be so grateful. Carmen appreciated the enthusiasm, though. For a young lady, it would be nice to have some extra cash in her pockets, she supposed. Given May's intended profession as a teacher, perhaps the gal could even teach her kids a thing or two. Of course, when it was she, her dear mother, who tried to school them, they found it insufferably boring. Having a young soul at home, whom they could relate to a bit better could be useful in that regard.

"You don't need to thank me, darling." The woman suggested. Just try not to do something you'd have to apologise for." It seemed the difficult part of the interview had finally come. Well, not difficult per se, but hard to explain. Oh, and difficult to go through. It was an unconventional test. Most would find it rather odd. It was also quite simple. May didn't really need to do much. At least, during the first stage of Carmen's little test.

For a short while, she opted to stay quiet and study the girl from where she sat. Quite a bubbly one, Carmen thought. Along with some hints of rebelliousness. Perhaps a bit of excitement mixed in as well. "Full of energy, aren't you?" The woman smiled at her. "Well, you'll undoubtedly need it. It can be exhausting, you see, dealing with children." Sturdy, and when necessary, firm. Mainly, those were the properties Carmen sought in a babysitter.

“Sturdiness.” The blonde started with the first one. “That’s how you should be.” Getting to her feet, she unhurriedly walked up to a nearby table. Comfy, but without armrests, she pulled out a chair. Dragging it on its back legs, she came to a stop in front of her young guest. After having a seat, she slightly adjusted the hem of her dress. Having a somewhat wide set of hips, there was plenty of space across her lap.

“So, May.” Flashing a forced smile, she gently rubbed one of her knees. “We’ll get you over here. And you know…” Raising her hand, Carmen patted herself on the thigh.

[Bombay]

Even if this was a job, May never expected to get paid double. She doesn’t want to mess it up, and why shouldn’t she be grateful for this opportunity? She’s sure it’ll look good on a resume because of how distinguished Carmen is. “I mean, I know I don’t have to, but I want to miss” she corrected with a bright smile. “I’ll try my best,” she added, nodding her head.

Blushing at the comment, May spoke up “I-I’m just excited is all. Well, excited and nervous, I don’t really think there’s a word for that honestly” she chuckled awkwardly. “Oh trust me, I know. Kids are little balls of energy and they bounce off the walls, but I think a nice cup of coffee helps me keep up with them” she joked.

“Sturdiness?” May questioned. That doesn’t really sound like her, but she can try if it means doing a good job. Looking at the chair moving across the room, May could only give a confused glance. Just what was Carmen thinking? “Yeaaaaaaaaah?” her eyes moved between the lap, and Carmen’s eyes, and back and forth. “Oh, uhhh, sure” May blushed, but slowly made her way over and bent over the woman’s lap. She hasn’t been spanked in quite some time, but this was a position familiar to her growing up. Blushing gently, the girl could barely touch the ground with her toes and forefingers.

[Tangerine]

Interviews and so-called tests… One would say that Carmen was overdoing things. For merely a babysitting job, which was supposed to be quite straight-forward. However, this was about the care of her kids. As a mother, she couldn’t think of anything more important than that. Although they had just met, she could somehow tell that this girl would indeed try her best. Would her best be sufficient though? That was what she intended to find out.

Energetic balls that liked to bounce about. Ironically, there was a particular body part Carmen could describe so. In fact, her little test revolved around that part of the body. May seemed to get it. Smart girl. Or perhaps she was just used to having her bum over a lap. There seemed to be some reluctance, which was quite understandable, but her guest didn’t question it other than that, which was a good sign.

Her eyes followed the young woman as she came close. Carmen pulled her hands away from her lap, waiting patiently to have the sitter’s backside there instead. Considering the oddity of her request, that she had to be spanked to land a job, the girl took it well.

“Perfect.” After having her guest where she wanted, over her knees, Carmen nodded. There wasn’t anything wrong with the way May positioned herself. Still, the woman adjusted it a bit. Pulled the girl’s bottom a bit closer to her belly. Regarding this certain activity, the girl seemed to know where and how to put her bottom. “I daresay you’re familiar with this?” Carmen guessed. Softly, her hand perched on May’s rear, and soon began to draw circles.

It felt nice, the babysitter’s rear. However, expressing that, saying that her butt was nice, wouldn’t have been quite right. “So, May…” Carmen raised her hand. “Would you consider yourself a sturdy lady?” The same hand raced down, landing on the girl’s bottom in a moderately firm slap. “That you could adapt to…” Another time, her hand moved away. Only to make a swift return to the girl’s butt. To the left side of it. “…and endure the challenges of life?” And the right side as well.

[Bombay]

Blushing as she was moved around, May couldn’t be more mortified. It’s one thing getting spanked when you’re younger, but she’s grown up now! Not only that, but she didn’t do anything wrong. Oto make matters worse, she’s getting spanked by her boss. Thank god the children aren’t around to see this. “Mmmmm…you can say I’ve been in this position once or twice…” May said in a small whine. Feeling the soft circles rub over her rear, her deep blush only became darker.

“I don’t know, I guess I can be more ‘sturdy’ if that’s what you’re looking for” she replied honestly. May considers herself more of a jovial big sister while sitting instead of some strict leader or teacher. Squeaking at the first of many smacks, May’s cute bottom bounced under the impact. “Owwwww, yes ma’am, I can adjust accordingly” she promised. With each smack that fell down, May whined louder.

[Tangerine]

It had been only a couple of smacks, which Carmen wouldn’t even consider that firm, but the sitter was already quivering. No one’s butt was immune to a good spanking, but it appeared May’s was a bit more susceptible to it than others’. Accordingly, sturdy wouldn't be her first choice of word to describe this young woman. On the other hand, this wasn’t all about physical durability. One’s spirit was also quite important. In that regard, the babysitter looked promising. She had bent over her lap relatively easily. And taken the smacks compliantly.

“Hopefully,” the woman’s hand rose another time. It soon came for May’s butt. Starting from the underside of it, her palm scraped the top of a cheek and flew upwards, “these aren’t empty promises.” She went for the opposite orb next. In an upwards strike, her hand grazed it. “Are they, darling?”

“Hopefully,” in a similar fashion, she slapped the other half of the girl’s backside, “you wouldn’t fail to fulfil them.” The blonde mother added. “As well as you fill these jeans.” After giving her another one, her hand stayed on the blue-haired sitter’s bottom, gently rubbing it through the trousers in question.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to wear this particular,” from side to side, she slid her hand. Moved it over the nice bumps sitting on her lap. She had a feel of the material of the girl’s trousers, “distressed pair of jeans to a job interview?” To let her question sink in, Carmen decorated it with a new smack. It was firm enough to test how well the denim hugged May’s butt.

“And this hair of yours.” This time, she allowed the momentum of her racing hand to be shared between both cheeks. Somewhere around the centre, her hand fell on the girl’s behind. “Interesting colour choice. Yes?” In a meaningful tone, she asked.

[Bombay]

May knows she could take a hard spanking, she’s taken one before in the part, but with no warm up, it was hard for the girl. It felt like Carmen was landing everything she had into these smacks, and on top of all of that, she didn’t feel like she deserved a spanking to begin with. The mother clearly knew what she was doing to punish a naughty backside, and it was admirable. “Owwww, yes ma’am, I understood that” May quickly spat out. She knew her employer wouldn’t spank her just for fun, she wants, no, needs May to be stern and strong with her children.

“No ma’am, I won’t let you down, I promise. This isn’t my first rodeo, and I’m sure I can make you proud. I’ll make sure to take care of your children, and teach them whatever I know” she tried to build herself up again in the woman’s eyes. It looked like she liked that answer, because for a few moments, May could feel the soft rubbing. This caused the girl to sigh and relax a little over the lap.

“I-I mean…uhm…I kinda thought the kids would be here so I could meet them, and I wanted to relate to them a little more. Show them I’m not some strict nanny, and like a cool big sister I guess” she explained the method to her madness. “Yeep!” a leg kicked up at the surprising smack. She had no explanation for her hair that would suffice. She just liked the look of dyed hair. Instead of giving her an answer, May decided to hang her head.
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[Tangerine]

Had she tried it, perhaps Carmen could have found an excuse to justify May's spanking. But then again, it was already justified as it was part of the interview. Otherwise, it wasn’t necessarily a punishment. However, that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. Those were real smacks, after all. And not casual pats on the bum. To test the girl's competence, they had to be real. Carmen had to shake those buns.

It had yet to be proved if May was indeed the right person for the care of her kids. She seemed well-behaved, though. Quite polite. For that, May earned a pat on the head. Well, on the bum, in this case. "Good." The woman approved. After that, it was time for a bit of petting. She rubbed the sitter's bottom. In a way, the real roller coaster was there, as her palm climbed up the cheeks, and ran down.

"I wish they were here too." The woman suggested. At the same time, if the girl ended up getting the job, she would see them quite often anyway. Slowly, her hand came to a stop. And soon rose in the air above May's backside.

"Oh, is that so?" She squinted at the target. In a downward strike, Carmen flattened a round orb. "Ripped jeans makes you cool?" Of course, she couldn't have left the other cheek in peace. The following smack came for it as she whacked the other side of May's rear. "Undoubtedly the coolest sister." A couple of new smack came down. One for each cheek. "Will my daughter want a daring hair colour to look cool too?" Two more. Swift and precise. "Want to cut holes in her brand new garments?" Carmen asked again. No matter May wished to look down or ahead, the outcome would be the same. There were more whacks for the girl. The orderly mother didn't break the pattern. First the left cheek. Then the right one. She slapped the girl’s buns in turn.

[Bombay]

Feeling the mix of rubbing and spanking, May wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be feeling. Was this all some test? Did Carmen just enjoy spanking girls? Did she actually deserve to be punished? All these questions, and more, bounced around the sitter’s head as the pit grew in her stomach. Whining under her breath, May shifted back and forth over the lap, trying to cool off her warmed cheeks. “Owwwwww”

“Y-Yes?” May began, before a hard strike caused her to jump over the lap “I mean no? Gah, what do you want me to say miss? I’m just being honest with you” she complained over the lap. “Owwww, I think they make me look cool, miss if we’re being honest, b-but I also bought them precut so this was the intended style by the creators” she gulped, hoping this would suffice. Unfortunately, the hard smack on her upturned bottom told her Carmen didn’t like that answer. Grunting and wincing with each spank that bobbed her cheeks, May kicked a leg up. “I-I-I” May’s mind went blank. She didn’t know what her daughter would like, or want to do, but she didn’t even think of the girl copying her! “Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng…” May’s mind tried to form a complete sentence to justify her actions, but she really couldn’t say anything. The fear of the girl copying her spelled disaster for the sitter, because it goes right back to the inspiration. Finally, she was able to spit out a loud “I don’t know miss, I’m sorry!” before saying “Please, It’s beginning to hurt!”