Mama Dinah
Part 1: Teaching Cale

“But mooooooooom, I don’t wanna babysitter!”

This whine was coming from Cale, a 7 year old feline whose mother had just informed him that since her schedule had changed, he would, in fact, be getting a babysitter.   He was small for his age, kind of raily even, and his clothes always looked a bit too big on him.  His dark grey fur covered all visible parts of him, as well as the not visible ones, and his hair was a darker shade of grey.  He was currently wearing a pair of tan shorts and a dirty white t-shirt, as well as his untied shoes and socks.  He was also unable to understand why his mother couldn’t just stay home with him like she always did before. 

“Now Cale, don’t start with me.” His mother was a tall, strong, curvaceous black cougar of a housecat, and she was also a little tired of Cale’s attitude.  “I told you, since your dad is living out of town for a while and the Hospital changed my shift times, I have no choice but to get someone to watch you!”  She patted his shoulder softly and sighed.  “Look, I’ll still be here when you get home from school, and I’ll be the one to get you up and make you breakfast every morning… I just can’t be here at night now.  Six PM to six AM for the foreseeable future… but I found an advert for a sitter who is highly recommended, and her prices are unreal, so you should thank your mom for being so smart.  At least you get to be at home with your videogames and sleep in your own bed at night.” 

“But but but… I dunno this person, and you even tell me not to talk to strangers!”  Cale fired back, thinking he could win the argument with the perfect logic of a child. 

“Well, I’m glad you’re listening to some stuff I say anyway.”  His mother smirked a little.  “But that’s why I met with her every day for the past few days, to get to know her, so she wouldn’t be a stranger anymore.  I’m sure she’ll have plenty of time tonight to get to know you, so you’re gonna be nice and listen to what miss Dinah has to say, and do as she tells you.” 

“Huh?  Miss Diner? Like the place that makes the chicken?” Cale was confused by the strange name. 

“No, no, silly.” His mother laughed. “Not DinER, DinAH.  That’s her name, it’s a much older name for girls.”

“So is this Miss Dinah old?”

“Not really, or if she is she looks fantastic for her age…” His mother looked up at the clock, showing 5:45pm.  “She should be here any sec-“ *Knock knock knock* “Oh.”

They both went to the door, Cale’s mother already dressed and ready for work, heading out as Dinah was coming in.  As she opened the door, Cale beheld the visage of his new babysitter. 

“Sandrah~!” Dinah’s odd, thick accent made her sound strange, but that wasn’t all Cale noticed about her.  She was kinda short, maybe five-foot-four, so a good head shorter than his mother… but Dinah had his mother beat by a landslide in the bust department.  She wore a comfy looking knit sweater, a similar color of dark grey to her visible fur, and her utterly ponderous-looking breasts sat heavily above her slightly pudgy middle, bigger by far than her head.  Her face was pleasant, cute and fluffy with a very light grey fur surrounding her muzzle and running down her neck.  She had long, flowing Jet-black hair down to the middle of her back, and thick legs, hips and calves being hugged tightly by a pair of peach-colored tights.  On her light grey feet she wore a pair of thick-soled sandals… and a gold toe ring that caught Cale’s eye. 

“Miss Dinah, wonderful, you’re just in time.  This is Cale, say hello to miss Dinah, Cale.” 

“Uh… hi.” Cale murmured quietly, unsure about this big, buxom stranger before him. 

“Oh my, he ish even cuter little head of kebbege than you let on, Sandrah dahling!”  The fluffy grey female gave Cale’s mother a quick hug, and sort of swapped places with her, Dinah now inside and Cale’s mom leaving.  “Have good night, dahling!  I see you for breakfast, I make ze coffee!”  She giggled, wobbling pleasantly as she did, and shutting the door.  She turned and led Cale back into the living room, sitting him down on the couch next to her, with her huge handbag on the other side of her.  “So, zis is very nice house you live in, Cale… I promise I will not make you dislike me, kitten, as long as you do me ze same courrrrrrtesy.” Her odd purring roll of the R sound made Cale look up at her confusedly. 

“You talk funny, miss Dinah.”  Cale said as plain as you please.  Thankfully, Dinah was a jovial sort, and simply laughed. 

“I do!  I cannot help zis.  I hope it does not make too difficult to understahnd me, kitten.”  She reached into her bag for a moment, but when she turned back, she hummed at his a little.  “Osh, kitten you have thing stuck to back of your neck!”

“I do? I don’t s-OW!” Cale yelped a little as a sharp pinch hit the back of his neck, which he started rubbing gingerly.  “What the heck was that?!”

“Zis.”  Dinah held up a nasty looking burr, and promptly threw it in the nearby trash bin.  “No worries, kitten.  I promise, Mama Dinah take good, good care of you.”

“Mama Dinah?”  Cale asked inquisitively. 

“Yes, zis is what all children I sit call me, so I think you should too, yes?”  She gingerly rubbed his neck as she spoke, trying to soothe the sore spot. 

“Well…”  At first, it didn’t sound like a great idea, but as his neck began to feel better, he nodded slightly and agreed.  “Yeah, okie dokie, Mama Dinah.” 

“Good boy, kitten.” Dinah said warmly.  She then shooed Cale off to play, and told him she would call him for dinner. 

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, similar in many ways to a normal night home with his real mother.  Cale didn’t do much to bother Mama Dinah, and she didn’t have to ask him to do much.  She started making dinner, pork chops and mashed potatoes… but she also made string beans, not knowing Cale had a terrible dislike for green vegetables.  She called Cale to the table, and they sat eating in relative silence until Dinah noticed he hadn’t touched his beans. 

“Kitten, you must eat your vegetables, they help you get beeg and strong, yes?”  Dinah told him pleasantly, not expecting what came next. 

“Nuh-uh.  I hate green food.  It’s gross.” Cale went back to his potatoes. 

“Kitten, please eat string beans?”  Dinah tried again, a little more insistent, but still in vain. 

“No thanks.  Dun like ‘em.”

“Kitten, if you do not eat vegetables, you will not get dessert, you see.” Dinah tried the only thing she had left. 

“Thas okay, I’m done anyway.  Everything else was yummy!”

Dinah simply sighed as she shooed him away, shaking her head. 

Later on, Cale was called down by Mama Dinah, who told him it was bath time.  Cale nodded. 

“Okie dokie, Mama Dinah.”

“Do you need help with washing up, sweetness?” Dinah asked after him, unsure if he was still young enough to need help bathing. 

“Nah, I can wash my hair and stuff, Mama Dinah, don’t worry.”

Cale did indeed know how to bathe himself, and after a good, hot bath, he brushed his hair (a little), wrapped a towel around himself, and went to his room to dry off.  He sat down in nothing but his towel after he dried off, not thinking anything of it, and started playing his favorite game.  Mama Dinah walked by at one point and told him to get dressed for bed, and he mumbled something back, as he did the second time.  The third time, she made sure he heard her, and he said he would as soon as he got to a save point. 
When she came back ten minutes later, he was still sitting there, but turned off the game as soon as he heard her coming.  She just sighed again. 

“Kitten, downstairs please.” She said, a little more stern than before. “Do not bother dressings, you can dress down zere.”

Cale said nothing at first, and thought about protesting, but something in the back of his mind compelled him to obey.  When Cale found his way downstairs, he saw Mama Dinah sitting on the couch, her shoes off, and her sweater as well.  She was wearing an undershirt of some sort, as well as a very sturdy black bra that was visible under said shirt.  With her sweater and tights off, her miniskirt was also more readily visible, a black number with built-in shorts.  Cale looked around the living room but didn’t see his clothes, but before he could ask about it, Mama Dinah was talking. 

“Come to Mama Dinah, sweetness.” She spoke softly, but commandingly.  Something in Cale’s mind was afraid, but he did as he was told.  “Put hands on my knee, please.  Both hands,” she patted her right knee, “right here.”  Once more, the kitten did as he was told.  “Good boy, now leave them there.” As she said this, Mama Dinah reached out and took Cale’s towel off quite suddenly, and Cale squeaked and covered his tiny boy bits with his hands, only to have Mama Dinah grab him by the scruff of the neck, and very quietly hiss at him.  “Put hands back.  Now.” Cale hesitated, even though his mind told him to obey. “Hands on my knee.”  He put one back, whimpering.  “No, both of zem.”  Cale did as he was told, finally, letting his young, developing boyhood hang free between his thighs, and his face burning as hot as a stove.  His tiny shaft was uncut, and his barely-fuzzy young sac dangled below that with a fairly healthy-sized pair of kitty testicles.  Mama Dinah wasn’t done with him apparently, and kept ordering him around.  “Now, leave hands, back feet away.  Bend over at waist, put forehead on hands for punishment.”  Cale swallowed hard, but by some miracle managed to do as he was told.  “Now do not move hands, or punishment starts again.  First, for not leaving hands on knee, you get three.” 

“Three whUFF!” Cale tried to speak, but was interrupted quite suddenly, as Mama Dinah’s foot had left the floor beneath him, and quite quickly buried her toes in his helpless young crotch, painfully pinning his poor developing testicles against his pelvis for a moment before returning to the floor.  For a moment, Cale just stood there… but then the pain washed over him, his legs buckled, and his hands moved to cup his aching balls.  “O-owie…”  Cale felt tears welling up, but then he felt Mama Dinah’s hand on his scruff again. 

“You vill stand, kitten.” She hissed, and Cale somehow found his feet.  “Hands go on knee. NOW.”  As if by magic, Cale’s hands were back on Mama Dinah’s knee, and his forehead back on his hands.  “You may have tears, but no bawling, yes?  You will learn lesson.  You will not touch your boy parts again until I say you may. Now, punishment starts again.  For not leaving hands, you get three.”  Once more, Mama Dinah’s foot left the floor, and her toes mushed Cale’s aching balls up against his body, but by some miracle of science, even though the pain churned his stomach and his eyes burst with tears, Cale stayed on his feet, legs spread, and didn’t make a peep aside from the air rushing out of him.  A short moment’s pause, and then again Mama Dinah kicked the kitten’s developing testicles up into his throat.  The pain was unreal, and both Cale and Mama Dinah could feel the poor boy’s young gonads starting to swell from the damage dealt to them.  This didn’t deter Mama Dinah from kicking them again, this time hard enough that Cale was lifted onto his tiptoes for a split second, and left coughing and sputtering for breath as his world swam with pain.  “Are you sorry you did not leave hands as told, sweetness?” Mama Dinah cooed softly at him after a moment.

“Y-yes, I’m sorry m-mama Dinah…” Cale forced out after a moment. 

“Good boy.  Now, for not dressings when told, you get three.” Before Cale could protest, once again Mama Dinah’s foot swung up, true and on target, lifting the boy a bit by his pubic bone and painfully squishing his swollen, aching balls again.  Unbeknownst to either party, Cale’s confused young body triggered a natural defense mechanism, and his tiny, uncut penis swelled up, pointing directly at the floor and twitching in time with his panicked heartbeat.  This did nothing to protect his testicles or deter his assailant, though, as yet another merciless kick connected, further damaging the boy’s already bruised and swollen balls.  By now, Cale’s testicles were so swelled up that his tiny scrotum was nearly stretched tight, and each kick sent knives of lightning and fire boiling up through Cale’s whole body.  The third kick of the set came again, once more lifting Cale off his feet for the briefest moment, leaving him coughing, gasping, and mewling pathetically.  “Are you sorry for disobeying, kitten?”

“Y-yes… mama… Dinah… P-please… m-my balls…”

“Are being punished, yes.  You get three now for not eating vegetables when told.” Before Cale could think to protest further, the first kick of the three found its target.  Cale’s toeclaws were embedded in the carpet below him, his tears had dried up already, and his tail was flagged straight up behind him.  His whole world swam rapidly before him, and his tiny, panicked erection throbbed angrily above his fat, lightly discolored ballsac.  The second kick came, and Cale’s whole body spasmed from the ungodly pain.  The final kick found its way home, and Cale stood rigid for a moment, before his world turned black.  His chin hit Mama Dinah’s knee, his knees hit the floor, his tail drooped, and his tiny, reflexive hard-on bumped Mama Dinah’s ankle.  

Cale dreamed after a time.  He dreamed he was floating, he dreamed he was cuddled close by his mother, but throughout the dreams, he heard Mama Dinah’s voice, admonishing him not to touch, or even think about, his aching boy-parts.  He dreamed Mama Dinah was rubbing and petting the back of his neck, which he found he loved, and even in his sleep, he purred quietly.  She petted and rubbed his neck, and words he didn’t know floated into and out of his ears, and he felt his body healing, however slowly.  

When he woke, Cale was in his room, dressed.  He was confused, and looked at his clock, which read 5:50 AM, 20 minutes before his mother was to come home.  He meandered his way downstairs, and found Mama Dinah, fully dressed again, making coffee in the kitchen. 

“Good morning, sweetness.  Come to Mama Dinah.” Cale did as he was told, and again Mama Dinah rubbed his neck.  “You are alright, you see.  You musn’t tell Sandrah you got punished, yes?  She would be unhappy with you. You will learn lesson soon, but now, you must not touch boy parts, not until after school when Sandrah goes back to work.”  Cale felt a light pinch on the back of his neck, but afterward, he felt more relaxed and safe than he had in ages, and simply purred at the older woman in reply.  “Go lie down on couch, sweetness.  Watch TV.  Sandrah be home soon. Then we have breakfast, and you go to school.”

Cale, once again, did as he was told.  As he walked away, a slight hitch in his step, Dinah watched him, with what could only be described as a sly, hungry look on her face, and curled her toes hard against her sandal, wondering idly about what lessons she would have to teach the sweet, innocent little virgin in her charge in the very near future…

*TO BE CONTINUED…*