My Babysitter

Chapter 3: Panty: A Close Encounter

JOYCE'S POV

I sleep in Sir Hugo's children's room, and I also bathe here because there's no one to watch the kids if I use the maid's quarters. I brought my things and folded all my dirty clothes and put them in a bag. The kids are already asleep. I locked the door so I can take a bath. It's almost nine in the evening, and I need to rest.

I went into the bathroom, and after twenty minutes, I stepped out wrapped in a towel, only to scream when I saw Sir Hugo standing by the crib, staring at me.

Startled, I grabbed my clothes from the side of the bed and ran back into the bathroom. My mind raced, Oh dear, my panties might have fallen on the floor! What I mean is my boss has a way of making my panties metaphorically fall, even when I’m not wearing them.

I took a deep breath, unsure whether to open the bathroom door or wait until my boss left. Pressing my ear to the door, I listened but couldn’t hear anything. My heart pounded uncontrollably. Oh my God, how silly of me!

I really needed to get dressed because the cold was creeping in. Slowly, I opened the door and saw Sir Hugo sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning toward the crib. Quietly, I stepped out, searching for my fallen panties. But why couldn’t I find them?

I glanced at Sir Hugo again. His position hadn’t changed, so I knelt to check my panties under the bed. But it wasn't there. Where could it be? As I stood up, my eyes met his, and I froze.

Taking a step back, I noticed he was holding something in his hand. My eyes widened in horror.

“Sir, that’s my panties!” I exclaimed, covering my mouth in shock.

To my disbelief, he sniffed them and started approaching me. Terrified, I bolted back to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I’d have a heart attack.

"If you want your panties, come out of the bathroom. If you think I’m leaving, you’re wrong. I’ll wait here until you come out,” he said loudly, his voice cutting through the silence.

Taking another deep breath, I slowly opened the door. There he was, casually lying on the bed, hands behind his head, legs crossed

“S-sir, my panties. I’m cold,” I stammered. He opened his eyes, looked at me, then closed them again.

“If you want them, sit at the edge of the bed, and I’ll give them to you,” he said, eyes still closed.

With trembling legs, I walked to the edge of the bed and perched on it, ready to bolt if he tried anything. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer, making me lose my balance. I ended up lying across the bed as he sat up against the headboard.

“Sir, please let me go,” I pleaded, tears welling in my eyes.

“Get your panties. They’re inside my pants,” he said, smirking. My eyes widened in shock.

“Pervert! Give me my panties!” I shouted angrily. This wasn’t funny anymore.

He just laughed and released my hand. Panicking, I scrambled to the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Glancing back, I saw him holding the key.

“I’m sleeping here, which means you’ll be without panties until tomorrow... unless you get them from my pants. I’m not leaving, and that door won’t open without this key,” he said with a smug grin.

Resigned, I approached him and reluctantly sat on the edge of the bed. My hands shook as I removed his belt, unzipped his pants, and searched for my panties. But they weren’t there.

Looking at his boxers, I noticed the unmistakable bulge. My cheeks burned as I hesitated. Closing my eyes, I reached inside his boxers, and my hand brushed against something hard. Realizing what it was, I let out a muffled scream to avoid waking the children. I quickly withdrew my hand.

“I knew it. You want me,” he said arrogantly, pulling my panties out from under the pillow and tossing them at my face.

“If you think you can seduce me, you’re mistaken. Someone like you isn’t my type. Don’t flatter yourself,” he sneered before leaving the room, adjusting his belt as he walked out.

His words stung, and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I had no intention of seducing him. My panties had fallen, and I only followed his instructions to retrieve them. How could he twist the situation like this?

After dressing, I sat on the bed, wiping my tears. I wanted to leave, but I didn’t want him to think I was running away out of guilt.

Looking at his sleeping children, I whispered through my sobs, “Your dad is so mean. But at least you’re sweet little angels. I’m working hard for my family, yet he accuses me of things I’d never do. It’s unfair.”

Turning off the light, I lay down on the bed, clutching the pillow to my chest. My hand, the one that had accidentally touched him, trembled. The memory of how big it was wouldn’t leave my mind. It would ruin me, I thought, horrified yet unable to shake the image.

Finally, I buried my face in the pillow, trying to forget the pain and humiliation.

Exhaustion took over, and sleep mercifully claimed me.