First meeting

From Rebecca's perspective:

I couldn't believe the boy talked to his mother like that and went back upstairs to his room. His mother said, embarrassed, "I'm really embarrassed, he loses control when he gets angry." "I understand, ma'am, don't worry, I'll handle it, you go, have fun." She was surprised by my reaction, thanked me, and left with her husband.

I took off my shoes and sat on the couch. I had just come from the gym and was tired, so I decided to leave the boy upstairs and relieve his fatigue. I had just realized what my mother meant when she said that her son was small for his age. As he was coming down the stairs, he kept getting smaller and smaller until he reached the ground. He was no more than five feet tall and didn't even reach my chest. He was a skinny boy, and he was certainly much lighter than me, weighing 200 pounds. However, she was only 9 years younger than me and I decided not to do anything to her until these few hours passed and I could get the money and go. So I turned on the TV and started watching.

From Tommy's perspective:

I went to my room and closed the door tightly and started playing PlayStation. Usually at this time the nurses come to set the rules, so this turns into their nightmare! But there was no sign of this girl and from the sound of the TV I realized that she was sitting watching TV and not paying attention to me. After playing for a while, I started to get hungry and went downstairs to eat a big chocolate bar. I went downstairs and went to the kitchen where I saw the girl sitting in the kitchen ordering a pizza on the phone. She saw me and smiled at me, I didn't give up and went to the fridge. God, this girl is really beautiful. I opened the fridge and took the chocolates and turned to go to my room when I felt her hand on my shoulder, holding me. As he sat down, he said, “Um, Tommy, your mom said not to let you eat candy. The pizza will be here in a quarter. If you’re hungry, you can eat some fruit until then.” I yelled, “Look, girl, I’m not a little kid to tell me what to do. This is my house and I’ll do whatever I want.” He was shocked and I turned to leave the kitchen when he grabbed my arm, this time even tighter than last time.

From Rebecca’s perspective

I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but there was no way because his mom had told me not to let him eat candy. So I grabbed his arm and pulled him toward me. I pulled him slowly, but he almost jumped into my arms. It was as if he weighed less than I thought. As I sat down, I held the boy between my legs, which were on the floor, and pulled my legs together a little so he wouldn’t move. With my left hand, which was holding his right arm, I snatched the chocolate from his hand with my right hand. “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” . “I told you there’s no chocolate, this is mine.” . “Don’t bother, give me the chocolate.” The way this kid was talking was really bothering me. As I was sitting, we were almost the same height. I let him go and stood up. I raised my hand and held the chocolate up there. “Do you want chocolate? If you can, take it. If you can, I’ll let you eat it all.” He turned red with anger. “Give it to me, you piece of shit.” “Scream as much as you like, but you can’t get the chocolate like this.” He started jumping to reach the chocolate, but it didn’t even come close. Finally, when he jumped, his hand reached my height. He went up to the chair and I bent my hand back. He jumped off the chair towards my hand, which I waved at and fell to the ground without even touching the chocolate. Finally, he gave in.

From Tommy’s perspective

I couldn’t believe it. The girl was playing with me. I hated that he won, but no matter what I tried, it was no use. I finally gave up and decided to go back to my room. When I arrived, there was a knock on the door and it sounded like pizza had been delivered. Two minutes later, Rebecca called out, “Tommy, come downstairs, the pizza is ready.” I didn’t want to go downstairs. I wanted to stay hungry and see what answer he would give my mom.

From Rebecca’s perspective

Ten minutes had passed since I called him for food. I called him again, but he didn’t answer. I waited another ten minutes. The pizza was getting cold, so I started eating. If Tommy wanted to eat cold pizza, that was up to him. I ate 5 slices of the pizza and left 3 for Soroush, who was now completely cold. I called him a few more times, and forty minutes had passed and I was getting nervous. I decided to go upstairs to see what was going on. His door was locked, and I knocked on the door a few times, but he didn’t answer. I knew that was where the sound of the PlayStation game was coming from. So I opened the door and went into the room. He shouted, “Hey, what are you doing, you came into my room like that?” I shouted back, “I called you ten times, come down, didn’t you hear me? I knocked on the door ten times, didn’t you hear me?” He said, “I’m not hungry. I’m not eating anything. I’m just waiting for my mom to come so I can tell her you didn’t give me any food.” “Look, Soroush, I’m trying to treat you like a young man, but if you try to act like a child again, then I’ll treat you like a child, so for the last time, I’m telling you, come down and eat your dinner.” He said with a smile, “I don’t want to.” “Okay,” I said that and went to the PlayStation and unplugged it. He shouted, “What are you doing wrong?” I ignored it and picked up the PlayStation and turned to go downstairs, saying, “Kids who don’t listen will be punished. This PlayStation is coming with me. You better be downstairs in ten minutes, or I’ll come back and take you down with me like this PlayStation.”

From Tommy’s perspective

I couldn’t believe it. How dare he take my stuff with him? He just threatened me that I have to be downstairs in ten minutes! I’m never going downstairs.

From Rebecca’s perspective

I went downstairs and put the PlayStation on the couch. I told Soroush that he should be downstairs in ten minutes, but unfortunately, there was no sign of him. Well, Mr. Tommy, you asked for it. He went.I went into his room and saw him sitting and listening to music. I took off his headphones and he started screaming again. I didn't pay any attention to him and grabbed his hand and moved towards the kitchen and he was dragging me and yelling "Let go of me, let go of my hand" and tried to untie my hand with his free hand, which of course was no use because my hand was twice as big as his. When he saw that he couldn't pull it, he threw himself on the floor so that I would have to pull his whole weight, which wasn't hard for me at all. When we reached the stairs, he clung to the railings next to the stairs with his hands and feet. Oh my God, how big is this kid. He's clinging like they're trying to take his life. I loosened his hand a little and then pulled him hard until he got off the railing and then quickly bent down before he could cling to it again and lifted him off the ground with one hand under his hips and held him in my arms. His face was amazing at that moment. I held him in my arms and went down the stairs.

From Tommy's perspective

I was exhausted. This girl had picked me up with her hands and was holding me tightly. My legs were swinging in the air as she moved down the stairs and into the kitchen. I started to struggle but I didn't move a bit. I screamed, "Put me down. Let me go," but she just smiled and kept walking. She took me behind the dining table and sat me down on a chair and before I could move, she quickly pushed the chair towards the table and the pizza was on the table in front of me. She said, "Eat now." Then she went to the refrigerator to get some water. I quickly pushed the chair back and went to leave the kitchen, yelling, "I told you I don't want anything, don't be so bossy with me."

From Rebecca's perspective

There was no point in talking sweetly anymore. It was time to be more serious. I followed her and took a few long steps to her and grabbed her by the armpits from behind and lifted her up. It was incredibly light. I just put it back in its seat, still kicking and screaming. It was kind of cute at that moment. I didn't put it back in its seat, and this time I sat down next to it and turned its chair so that it faced me, I took both of its hands in one hand and looked it in the eye and said in a **** tone, "Listen Tommy, I told you what to do, to sit here and eat your food and I expect it to be done right now" and then I said firmly, "No more playing around, I'm sure you know by now that I'm much bigger and stronger than you. If you don't eat again I'll have to ****-feed you. So don't make me do it."

From Tommy's perspective

I was sitting in front of him and he was holding my hands in one hand like a child. Even though he was sitting down, I had to look up when he spoke to me. Oh my God, no nurse, no woman, no man had ever spoken to me like that before. Rebecca was really threatening me and her tone was so real. I yelled, “Let me go,” and tried to free my hands. “You’re not my boss. I’ll do whatever I want.” I pushed the chair back, but she pushed it back in its place and turned it toward the table. She released my hands and said, “I told you to eat.” I yelled, “Omar!” and ran faster than before to get out of the kitchen, but before I could get away, she caught up to me with a few long strides and picked me up again and brought me back to the table, but this time she sat down on the chair herself and then didn’t let me sit on her lap!

From Rebecca’s perspective

The boy ran away again. This time I changed my approach. Instead of pushing him back on the chair so he could run away again, this time I sat down first and then pushed him back on my lap. He was so shocked that he didn't react much, so I quickly turned him over so that his head was lying on my left arm. I moved my right hand from his stomach to his hip and grabbed his hip and pulled him towards me so that he would hold me tightly. I looked at him in this position for a moment, he really looked like a little child. He was even cuter because he had a very small mustache on his face. Tommy was still shocked and was still lying in my arms. I told him, "I tried to treat you like a 19-year-old, but you didn't listen at all. You wanted to treat me like a child, so I have to treat you like a child. When the children I'm taking care of don't eat, I feed them myself, now I'll do the same with you." He came out of the shock and started to struggle, and in the position I was holding him, it was difficult to control him, and he was slowly freeing himself. So as I sat there I put my hands under his knees and behind him and then I put my hands up and lifted him up a little bit, then I lifted my right leg off the chair and then I put Tommy on the chair so that his butt was on the chair and he was resting on my left thigh. Then before he could move I brought my right leg down and put it on his thigh and then I locked my legs together from below where they were on the floor. His legs were hanging over the other side of the chair and moving but his body was stuck between my legs and it was impossible for him to free himself. Then I wrapped my left arm around him and grabbed both of his hands and now he was completely stuck.

From Tommy's perspective

I couldn't move. Of course I could move my legs but it was no use. Rebecca was holding both of my hands. I yelled at him but he didn't care and just looked at me from above with a triumphant smile and said, "So what now?" "What are you going to do now, little man?" He was making fun of me and this made my anger reach its peak. "Leave me alone, you bastard, let me go." He didn't bring himself to do anything and said in the tone they speak to children, "Well, sweet little boy, since you're not old enough to eat yourself yet, Aunt Rebecca wants to feed you." Then he moved his free right hand to the pizza and took each of the three remaining slices And he cut it into smaller pieces and took one of the smaller pieces. He really wanted to **** the food into me.

From Rebecca's perspective

I had never fed a child this age and size before. But I really liked the fact that I had a 19-year-old boy under my control like that. He couldn't move at all. "Open your mouth, Tommy, there's a plane coming!" I said and brought the pizza to his mouth, but he kept screaming and shaking his head, and when my hand came close to his mouth, he closed it. I quickly let go of his hand and grabbed the sides of his cheeks with my left hand and squeezed, and as soon as his mouth opened a little, I put the pizza in his mouth and immediately put my right hand over his mouth so he couldn't spit it out. I told him, “I won’t let go of my hand until you whisper it and swallow it.” He tried to shake my hand with his small hands and I grabbed both of his hands with my left hand again and waited. The boy fought and resisted a lot until finally, after 3 minutes, he chewed and swallowed the pizza. Wow, it seemed like I had succeeded. I took my hand away from his mouth and took another piece of pizza. He yelled and cursed, but I didn’t care at all, and I repeated the same thing again. When he saw that resistance was useless, he swallowed it. Every time I repeated it, he swallowed the pizza faster. I became more and more proficient at my work each time, and he resisted less and less, as if his energy had run out. Finally, with a defeated look and tone, he said, “Okay, let me eat it myself, I won’t run away.” The boy looked very sad. I think it was the first time in his life that someone had challenged him.

From Tommy’s perspective

I was very embarrassed. Star had me trapped between her legs and arms and was feeding me, and every time I failed, I had to swallow it. Finally, I gave in. I was so humiliated. I told her that I would eat my own food and not run away. I was waiting for her to let me go, but Rebecca didn’t let me go. She only looked at me for a few moments. She was so beautiful. But she had a mischievous smile on her face. “I’m sorry, my friend, you missed your chance to be a big boy. You acted like a child, so I’ll treat you like one. Now open your mouth for Aunt Rebecca,” she said and took another piece. I struggled again, but Rebecca did the same thing again and held her hand over my mouth until I swallowed the food. I slowly felt my eyes getting wet. I was so humiliated and embarrassed. I didn’t want to cry, but as soon as I started chewing the next piece, tears started to flow. I was crying in her arms.

From Rebecca's perspective

I think I went too far. I was watching him cry in my arms. I felt like I had humiliated him too much, but I couldn't let him go. I had just gotten over him and I couldn't let him go so he would be the same old boy again. So I ignored his tears and continued my work. I just put my hand more gently on his mouth and gradually I didn't put my hand on his mouth at all. He didn't try to spit it out and just ate the piece of food. It seemed like he had accepted his fate.

I saw that there was only one piece left and I said to him: "Wow, look here, there's only one piece left. You ate it all. You were a very good boy. Auntie is happy with you." Then I stroked his cheek, it wasn't my hand, it was so cute. Then I spread my legs apart and released him and lifted him up and placed him on my left thigh so that his legs were hanging between my legs. I wrapped my left arm around his waist and with my right I took the last piece and brought it to his mouth and said: “Open it, little man, the last plane is coming.” As he was crying, he opened his mouth and ate it. “Well done, good boy.”

He asked me, “Can I go now?” I said: “First, let me give you some juice.” I picked him up and put him between my legs and stood up and took his hand and we went to the refrigerator and opened the refrigerator door and took the juice. He was waiting for me to give him the juice but I bent down and put my right hand on his back and lifted him from under his hips and held him in my arms. He was shocked and started struggling to get out of my arms and although it was useless, it was really cute when he tried and I enjoyed watching him. “Let me go, let me go, put me down, you bastard.” I shook the juice that was in my left hand and said in a childish tone, “You have to drink this first” and put the juice to his lips. He pulled his head back and I warned him, "Sorosh, I won't let you down until you drink your juice," and I brought the juice to his mouth again.

From Tommy's perspective

I was very angry. He was holding me like a child and shaking me and I couldn't do anything. He was much stronger than me. I struggled with everything I had to get out of his arms, but it was no use and I finally got tired in his arms and remained motionless. When he saw my tiredness, he said in a childish tone, "My little Tommy is tired? Do you want some juice?" Then he suddenly put the bottle in my mouth and squeezed it until my mouth was full of juice and since I was not paying attention and was tired, I swallowed it instinctively. He did it again but this time I spit the juice on the floor and accidentally spilled some on his white sports socks. His face changed, for the first time I saw Rebecca angry. I was scared. He looked at me in a way that made me feel like I had crossed a red line.

From Rebecca's perspective

I couldn't believe it. He spilled the juice on the floor and on my feet. He ruined my socks. I shouted at him, "It's over, I was patient with everything you did, but it's over." The boy was scared. He was really scared because I was so angry and he was still in my arms. I went and sat on the chair and made him lie on my lap and then turned him over so that he was on the floor. Before he knew what was going on, I lifted my right leg from between his legs and placed it on his right leg and locked his leg, and his left leg didn't matter either. Then I twisted his arms and took him behind him and there I held both of his hands tightly with my left hand so that he wouldn't move and my right hand was completely free. "I wanted to be kind to you, but no more, bad kids are punished for their bad deeds and what you did was very bad. I'll spank you 16 times for this, to teach you a lesson, do you understand?" I felt him shaking but he was still rude. He shouted, "Let me go, you bastard." Without warning, I gave him the first hard blow on his butt. The sound of the blow echoed through the house and Tommy's screams rose. "Oh, what the hell are you doing..." In the middle of cursing, I gave him a second blow. He screamed again and when I gave him a third blow, he screamed softly. I moved my hand a little on his hip and said, "Now you see that I wasn't joking with you. Now you're going to be punished." I gave him three more blows and he started to struggle to get rid of the pain. I gave him two more blows and he screamed loudly again. Now, to be more polite, I pulled his pants down a little with my right hand until his hips were bare.

From Tommy's perspective

My hips were on fire with pain, but it was the humiliation that was burning my whole body. I was 19 years old and a 28-year-old girl was holding me down on her legs and was fucking me, as if I were a little child and she was my mother. I struggled a lot but it was no use. Now he pulled my pants down too. I could feel her hand moving on my hip, waiting for the blow to kill me. She did, and without her pants on, her voice sounded very different, and of course, it hurt.

I screamed and Rebecca immediately gave me two more blows. I started crying and it was clear that I was crying. I started begging, “Please, stop it.” I took the next blow. “Well, I’ve given you 12 blows so far. I want you to count the rest of the blows and then say, “Thank you, Aunt Rebecca, I’m sorry.” If you don’t, your punishment will start over, meaning you’ll get 16 more blows. Do you understand what I said?” When I didn’t answer, she put her hand on my hip and said, “I asked, do you understand what I said?” I nodded, and she said, “Good boy.”

From Rebecca’s perspective, her butt was already red and she was crying too. I felt a little sorry for her, but I remembered her behavior before. She was right. I hit him with all my might, “Thirteen, thank you Aunt Rebecca, I’m sorry.” I barely managed to stop myself from laughing. I didn’t think he would say it so easily. Was he really that scared of me?! I hit him again, “Fourteen, thank you Aunt Rebecca, I’m sorry.” I hit him again and he repeated. His buttocks were already dark red. His body was still lying on my legs and there was no need to hold him. There was one more stroke left. I moved my hand over his buttocks. I could feel the heat radiating from his buttocks. I hit him one last time. He was screaming and crying, “Thirteen, thank you Aunt Rebecca, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” My heart ached for him. He couldn’t stop crying. I lifted his arms and legs and released him, but he didn’t move at all, and he just lay there on my legs, crying. I pulled up his pants and turned him over and put him back on my legs. He didn’t struggle. I thought I had completely eaten him.

From Tommy's perspective, my ass was on fire. I had never felt such pain in my life. I could do nothing but cry. They were lifting me up, but I didn't care, I didn't have any energy left. I just let them do whatever they wanted to me. They held me down on their laps like they used to feed me. They held me very close to them. One of their hands was behind my head, holding my head close to their shoulder. The other hand was on my legs, holding my ass. They were slowly rocking me back and forth, and I was crying on their shoulder. A few minutes went by like that. Then they lifted me up and put me down on their laps, with my legs dangling from their sides. They had one hand behind my back and the other hand was wiping away my tears. They whispered softly in my ear, "You know why I did this, right?" Without understanding what they were saying, I nodded yes. “That behavior was unacceptable to Tommy, I couldn’t let you act like that, look honey you’re 19, you can’t act like a child” he whispered all this in my ear in a soothing voice. “Look what you spilled on the kitchen floor, look at Auntie’s socks, that’s why I punished you, do you understand honey?” he said this while pulling me close to him and hugging me tightly.

Then he shook me again until I felt like crying.

Oh, come on.

From Rebecca's point of view

I got her off my feet and stood between my legs in front of me. She had finally stopped crying, but her head was down and she wasn't looking at me. I put my hand under her chin and lifted her head up and asked, "Are you okay?" She nodded yes. "Okay. Can I hug you?" I asked and opened my arms. She slowly came into my arms and I clasped her hands and hugged her tightly and then I let her go and said, "Okay, now you can go and watch TV for about an hour, and then I want you in bed at 9. Okay?" She nodded yes. "Okay, you can go," I said and slowly walked over to the couch to watch TV. The poor thing was trying to sit in a way that didn't put pressure on her hips, as if it was still in pain.

From Tommy's point of view

I sat down and turned on the TV. My hips were still burning and I couldn't sit straight and I kept having to change my position. I had never experienced anything like this in my life. My parents had never punished me, let alone spanked me. I couldn't believe it, I cried in front of her, and worse, I let her rock me in her arms and soothe me. Rebecca completely overpowered me in every way. First she was polite, then she soothed me like a little child. And I didn't do anything. I felt powerless. And to be honest, a little scared. I was scared of her. I was scared because I was weak in front of her.

Rebecca was cleaning the kitchen, and after 15 minutes she came and sat next to me, put her foot on it and shook it. I had my hand on my foot, and as she shook it, it splashed into my hand. I pulled my hand away, but unconsciously her foot caught my eye. It was perfectly straight and her muscles, oh my God, were really beautiful and of course very strong. I was so focused on her foot that I didn't realize she was watching me. When I caught his eye, I quickly looked away and felt embarrassed. He said with a smile, “Were you looking at my foot?!” I answered loudly, “No,” “I think you were looking at it. Why did you like my foot?” He said this and took off a pair of socks, stretched out his foot, and placed it on my foot. I got angry again and shouted, “No, you bastard, I don’t like it. Get out of here.”

As soon as I finished my sentence, I regretted saying it. I saw his face and realized what awaited me. He pulled his foot back and looked at me angrily.

From Rebecca’s perspective

This kid is not polite. When he was looking at my foot, I grabbed his wrist and tried to joke with him a little to change his mood, but this kid has no control over his mouth. I looked at him and saw the horror on his face. I said to him in a calm but scary tone, “You’re not polite, are you? You really have a dirty mouth and I will fix it tonight.” He quickly got off the couch to run away but I caught him and lifted him up with one hand behind his back and one under his knees. I sat back down on the couch and held him on my legs. He was struggling with all his might but I had him firmly in my grip and he couldn’t move at all. “Well, little man, how do we fix your dirty mouth problem now? The way you talk is unacceptable. I can’t let you continue to be rude to your elders, especially me. So what do we do now, huh?”

“Well, I think I found a good solution for him,” I said and lifted the foot that still had the sock on and brought it close to his mouth. He tried to turn his head away but I had him firmly in my grip. I put my foot with the sock on his face. My foot was bigger than his head and almost covered his face. He wanted to turn his head but I pressed my foot against his face and he couldn’t. Then I lifted my leg and took off my sock and held his nose with two toes. He was shaking his head but he couldn't even free his nose from my toes. He was panting a little when I let go of his nose. Then I raised his head higher and took off my sock. He was looking at me in horror, wondering what I was going to do. I had been hugging this boy all day today and had been carrying him this way and that, and the whole time the sock was on his leg and he was really sweating. I started rubbing the sock all over his face and the poor thing couldn't do anything, he just used the opportunity whenever the sock wasn't in front of his mouth and begged me to stop and that was it. "Does it smell bad? Don't worry, you don't have to smell it anymore. Now open your mouth." With one of my hands I held both sides of his lips and pressed until his mouth opened a little and I put the sock in his mouth, and of course it took a while for my sock to go all the way in because my sock was long and thick. Then I covered his mouth with my hand. “How do my socks taste, Soroush? Aren’t they delicious? Aren’t the sweat and puss in my socks delicious?” I said this to make the feeling of my socks in his mouth more real to him. He started crying again and started to shed tears. “This happens to mouths that say bad things.” Then I laid him on the floor on his stomach and passed the other end of the sock over his mouth and tied it tightly behind his head. Now he had one end of my sock in his mouth and I had tied the other end of the sock behind his head. His head was so small that the width of my sock even went over his nose. “That’s right, now there’s no need to put my hand in your mouth anymore.” Then I lifted him up again with one hand behind his waist and one hand under his knees and stood up and held him in my arms and started shaking him and looking at him with a smile. But he wouldn’t look me in the eyes at all.

I held him like that for a few minutes and shook him and then I said, "Well, now you understand what the consequences of being rude and using foul language are?" He couldn't speak so he nodded and said yes. "Have you learned how to respect your elders?" He nodded yes. "You won't be rude anymore?" He nodded no. Well, it seemed like I had achieved my goal. I went to the sofa and sat down and put Soroush on the floor and stood between my legs and I had held his hand so that he could stand close to me. He was quiet which was normal because of the socks. I told him, "Well, it's time for bed, everyone.

I took off his clothes and stripped him naked. Now his thin body was more visible and he looked more like a child. I fondled his nipples a little. He had a small, one-centimeter, thin dick. I took his dick and said in a childish tone, "Oh, honey, you really are a little kid." He was crying again. "Get well soon, go back to your room and put on your pajamas and go to bed. I'll come back later and take off your socks. Until then, the socks should stay there. Okay?" He didn't look at me but nodded and said, "Yes, good boy. Now run to your room." He went upstairs and I waited for twenty minutes and then I went upstairs to his room. The poor boy was lying in his bed and his socks were in their place. "Tommy," I called out to him and he got up and sat down on his bed. "Come here, honey," I said and opened my arms. He got up and came towards me. When he came close to me, I unconsciously took my hands and grabbed his armpits and hugged him and went to sit on the chair in the corner of the room. I made Soroush lean against my chest and not on my feet. I untied the knot behind his head and said, "Open your mouth, honey." He opened his mouth and took the sock out of his mouth. I threw the sock aside and hugged him again and stood up. I had hugged him so that both my hands were under his hips and he had his legs wrapped around my waist and his arms around my neck. I put his head on my shoulder and as I slowly shook him, I whispered in his ear, "It's nothing, honey, your punishment is over. Now Aunt Rebecca will shake you to sleep, you just close your eyes, honey, okay?" Tommy had completely abandoned himself in my arms so that I could do whatever I wanted with him. After ten minutes, I felt him fall asleep. I put him on the bed and left the room.

I sat on the couch and watched TV and it was about 12 o'clock when his parents came back. They asked if Tommy had been a good boy or had he been a troublemaker. I told them that Tommy was a great boy and that we just needed some time to get along and that I thought his behavior would improve in the future. They were happy and excited with my answer and paid me a total of $1000 with a nice bonus. They asked me about the next time and I said I would be happy to come back to babysit their son.

What an experience! I never thought I would have to use such techniques in babysitting, but some children require more serious measures.