The Babysitter's Helper - Part 1 (Patreon)

Here's the Community Caption for September! I considered combining the winning category of hypnosis with the second place one, which was superheroes, but since I just started a story featuring Wonder Woman this month, I decided against it, at least for now. Pictures property of Princess Puddlez. 

"All right, you little brat," Cheshire smirked down at her charge, "You could have just listened to me, but no... This is all on you."

To be fair, Isla was really too old for a babysitter... Cheshire wasn't that much older than her, but for whatever reason, her parents still hired Cheshire, and, as long as they paid her, she would do the job. It was usually pretty easy, since Isla preferred to stay in her room and read, or do whatever it was she did, yet that didn't mean Cheshire was just going to allow herself to be ignored.

"I'm in the middle of something," Isla had whined when Cheshire had told her it was time to get ready for bed. "Besides, it's the weekend, so it doesn't matter."

"Your parents told me this is your bedtime," Cheshire had shrugged. Sure, they'd told her that ages ago, when she'd first started this job, but she wasn't about to admit she was wrong now, not while Isla had that attitude. "So you're going to bed."

Isla had rolled her eyes, which only made Cheshire more annoyed, and finally prompted her to pull out her last trick; she wasn't even sure it was going to work, and if it didn't, she'd just look ridiculous, but from everything she'd read online, it ought to. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a pacifier on a leash - it would work with most anything, that was simply what she'd had at hand while practicing at home, feeling silly the whole while - and began swinging it like a pendulum, saying a few, certain words...

At first, Isla gave her a look like she thought her babysitter had gone crazy... A moment later, her eyes began to glaze over, and then she was staring up at Cheshire, docile and obedient. The older girl gave her a smirk as she looked down, shrugging away any remaining guilt at using such a trick on her charge. After all, it was her job to make sure the girl went to bed at a reasonable hour....