Babysitting Marina (private)

[Baby Jemma]

Marina's parents looked at their adorable eighteen-month-old girl. She was wide awake and curious about the "babysitter" that her parents kept mentioning. She didn't know what the word meant, but Mama and Dada were happy, so she was happy. Then the doorbell rang. "Oh, that must be the babysitter," Mama said. "I'm coming!"

[Guest]

I waited in front of the door.

[Baby Jemma]

"Ah, Mr. Wilburn. James, is it? Come in, come in." Mama ushers the new grown-up in, as Marina watches curiously, her tiny hands gripping her crib bars. "This is Marina, as you can see. You'll be paid a handsome sum; we haven't gotten to go out since she's been born. Now, she might be a little fussy without her animal-" Mama points to Finny, a plush seal in her crib, "-but otherwise, she's a good girl. Not going to be happy about the terrible twos, though!" Mama laughs, and Marina laughs as well, not understanding what Mama means.

[Guest]

"I'm glad to give you and your husband a night alone." I said happily.

[Baby Jemma]

"Thank you very much, James," Mama gives Marina a kiss. "Goodnight, sweetiepie. Dada and I are going now, but we'll be back soon." Marina coos at James as Mama and Dada leave, clutching Finny the seal tight in her chubby fingers.

[Guest]

I smiled and picked Marina up.

[Baby Jemma]

Marina whimpers a bit as she clings to the new grownup, but a smell coming from him calms her. It's similar to what Dada has. She gurgles happily, pointing at her seal. "Fi-ee!" she says, stumbling over the word a bit.

[Guest]

I smiled at her, giving her bum a couple of gentle pats.

(Since you know what a play spanking is, are you cool with it?)