Naughty Babysitter Wants a Spanking!
She Deserves a Spanking!
[WARNING — NON-CON / DUB-CON THEMES]
“I’m really not sure what part is confusing you, David? You come home to find your naughty babysitter pantless, wearing purple lace panties and ass up on your couch. I’ve been very naughty and should be spanked for it.”
“First off, Heather, you need to call me Mr. Johnson. Secondly, it’s not that I don’t understand what you’re explaining. It’s that Mrs. Johnson wouldn’t approve, and I would end up divorced.”
Heather gives David a pouty look.
“Stop that, Heather! I do have other, much more important questions.”
“Yes, Dav . . . Mr. Johnson?”
“Why are you even here? Julie and the kids are out of town? And how did you get into our house?”
With a cute half smile, “You totally know why I’m here, David. And . . . I got in using the key you told me to take.”
Shocked, “Wait. You mean the key I had you take last year when you took care of Sparky? You never gave that back?”
“You and I both know, David, that was just a ploy so I could have a key. Plus, Sparky is also your nickname for your big hard throbbing cock. I’ve kept that as our little secret.”
David’s lips go dry as his pants get tighter. Heather wiggles her ass just enough to cause his hands to start shaking.
“I can bite down on this pillow while you spank me, David . . . unless you want to gag me instead? I really think I’d like a gag.”
“Mr. Johnson! You need to address me as Mr. Johnson! Anyways, Heather, I don’t have a gag, even if I wanted to use one on you.”
“But David, you addressed me as Heather and not Miss Lancaster? So why should I call you Mr. Johnson? Oh, and your gags are in the back of your bottom drawer. Right behind your thongs and nipple clamps.”
“Oh my God you little cunt! I call you Heather, and you call me Mr. because you’re 18 and I’m 37. Plus, what the fuck are you doing going through my drawers?”
“Well, David, the way I see this is I’ve been really naughty and I need to be punished for it badly. So, since my pants are already off and your hands are starting to move, you should just do it! Just spank me! What? Are you afraid of touching such a fine young ass? Aren’t you man enough?”
Heather pushes her purple panty covered ass up ever so slightly, but enough that he can’t ignore it.
David starts to pace in a combination of sexual frustration and growing anger.
“You know, David, I also saw all your ropes. I’d let you tie up my wrists and ankles first, so I can’t get away once my spanking starts.”
David turns and snaps, “What do you mean once your spanking starts? I never agreed to or said I was even going to spank you, Heather!”
Heather gives David and even bigger boo boo face.
“I think you need to just leave Heather before things get out of hand.”
“What do you mean out of hand, David? Like, once you start spanking me, you won’t be able to stop? Is that what you mean by out of hand? Because I’d like it if that happened and having my ass burning long after my spanking.”
“Not that. I mean out of hand, like me losing this house in a bad divorce caused by my getting caught spanking you! So, put your fucking pants back on and leave! Now! Be sure to leave the key on the counter!”
“No.”
“Wait? What?”
“I said no, David. I’m not leaving until you first tie me up, gag me and spank my ass until I’m crying from the pain. I’ve been extra naughty and need to be spanked.”
“Heather, just go!”
“No.”
“Go or else!”
“Or else what? Or else you’re going to tie me up and spank me?”
“No, you need to put your pants on, leave the key and go, or else I’ll call the Cops.”
“And when they get here, I’ll tell them you took my pants off me without my consent. That I begged you to stop, after you tricked me with a fake babysitting gig, just so you could fuck my hot wet tight young pussy.”
David stands there dumbfounded by what’s happening. He still is not doing what Heather wants him to do. In addition, he’s also no longer threatening to force her to leave.
Heather, breathing heavier, squirming, needing to fulfill her urges, decides to push David’s buttons even further. “And then David, after the Police fill out their reports, I will make sure that Julie hears all about what you did to me.”
“That’s fucking it!” Screams David, before stomping off to his bedroom. There are loud noises and swearing coming from his room, before he stomps back out, holding the bottom drawer from his dresser.
She doesn’t need to see inside it to know which drawer it is. Both fear and excitement of what’s next causes butterflies in her stomach and tingles in her pussy. Heather can’t help but smile at what’s about to happen.
Dropping the drawer hard, the wood cracks as it hits the floor. Ropes and straps bounce back out along with a half dozen of his thongs. Grabbing the closest rope and unwrapping it, David moves in on Heather.
“Give me your wrists bitch! Now!”
Heather, now more scared than excited, replies, “Mr. Johnson, um, ah, I’m thinking maybe we shouldn’t do this after all. I can just get my pants and go.”
“Hold out your fucking wrists! Now, Heather!”
Sitting back up and shaking, she holds her wrists out and crosses them for him. As soon as her arms are in position, he quickly wraps and loops a rope around her wrists very snugly. It takes under a minute for her to realize how well he’s binding her.
Still half changing her mind, even though her tingling pussy is all in, “Ok Mr. J, I really think this game should be over now.”
After the third knot is in place, he commands, “Face down, Heather.”
“But?”
“You’re right about this game being over, Heather, because this is no longer a game. You wanted to be spanked! You begged to be spanked! You very much deserved to be spanked! And now you naughty little bitch, you’re going to get spanked!”
“You’re scaring me, Mr. J. Can you untie my wrists now? Because I can’t get loose.”
David pulls hard on the rope and moves it off the end of his couch, forcing her arms outwards. Heather can’t help but roll back to face down as he ties the ropes off to the legs of the couch, outside of her reach.
As soon as her wrists are bound, he grabs a second rope, folds her calves and feet up, crosses her ankles, and quickly binds them tightly. Heather is so busy thinking she can get her wrists free that she’s unaware that her legs are now in the same helpless predicament.
Struggling and rolling around on David’s couch, her fine ass is just such a perfect target, he’s ready to cum hard before even getting his own pants off. Pulling and tying off her ankles to the other end of the couch, she is now helpless to escape him!
The game Heather is playing has quickly gotten out of control. She can’t get loose, and David is still very angry at being threatened. She opens her mouth again to try and talk her way free, just as he stuffs the three bunched-up thongs into her mouth, before duct taping them into place.
“MMMMMM!”
“Finally! Some peace and quiet.”
“MMMMM?”
{Smack!}
The first spank is as hard as it was unexpected. Heather’s ass does the tiniest of wiggles right after, as the painful sting quickly settles into a burning sensation. She’s in shock that this is actually happening, and there’s nothing she can do to stop more spanks from coming.
She tries to twist to avoid them.
{Smack!}
But every single spank.
{Smack!}
Is right on target!
{Smack!}
Each stinging slap hurts more than the last and the burning never goes away between them.
“My God, Heather! You’ve got the firmest little ass I’ve ever felt.”
That made her feel good for a second, and then
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
as tears start to pour down her cheeks.
David lightly runs the tip of his finger across her wet cheek and tastes the salt of her pain. Grabbing hard on the middle back of her panties and pulling up, the little bit of protection her ass cheeks had is gone as the totally soaked crotch of her panties bunches up and slides into her lips and crack!
“MMMMMM!!!!” Screamed Heather the loudest she could! The pressure of her panties being limited to her wet, swollen clitoris is as painful as it is pleasurable, forcing her to orgasm hard!
Keeping the constant pressure and tension on her panties with his left hand, his right hand is available to continue naked palm connections on the ever so firm flesh of her naked ass!
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
Again, the tiniest of post-spank wiggle after each and every
{Smack!}
drives David crazy.
Heather flails around wildly as the most painful of slaps are now combined with the most intense of orgasms she’s ever had in her life! Grunting, moaning, and screaming through a mouth full of thongs, she closes her eyes and wishes this could go on forever.
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
Confusion of what to do with her own ass is driving her crazy. She wants to lift it up, to silently signal, “Harder!” At the same time, pulling down causes more pressure directly on her clit.
She resorts to doing both, in a humping fashion.
{Smack!}
Ass up,
“Spank me harder!”
Ass down, the lace of her panty tucks, nibbles, squeezes and bites at her pussy!
{Smack!}
Back up.
{Smack!}
Back down.
{Smack!}
Her tears are free-flowing now, but they are no longer tears of pain.
{SMACK!}
Heather is a living example of the pain-pleasure principle. As a defense against the pain, her body has converted her pain into pleasure as her orgasm erupts beyond anything she’s ever felt before!
Every part of her body is part of her orgasm. The pleasure has seeped into even her fingers and toes.
{Smack!}
And David hasn’t stopped!
{Smack!}
Until . . .
. . . {Spank my booty, come on and spank my booty — Spank my booty, spank my booty real good} Starts to play on Heather’s phone.
David stops spanking Heather, who finally gets enough of a break to breathe. “Really? Spank my booty by the Lords of Acid is your ringtone?”
{Spank my booty, come on and spank my booty — Spank my booty, spank my booty real good} Heather shrugs her shoulders the best she can.
{Spank my booty, come on and spank my booty — Spank my booty, spank my booty real good} After the third ring, the song stops repeating, and just a simple {ding ding} happens due to a text message.
David picks up Heather’s phone as she shakes her head “NO!” while grunting angrily.
“Seriously? You Gen Zs act like your phones are the most important thing in the world, yet you don’t even password block access to them?”
Heather struggles more and swears through her triple-thong gag.
{Smack!}
“Respect your elders, Heather! Seems Cindy wants to know if you’re still on to PARTY tonight? She did party in all caps and added a winky face, blowing a heart kiss on the end.”
Nodding her head a solid “YES!” to David, who’s still holding her phone. He smiles and replies with something way longer than a simple yes.
Watching him text away, Heather swears and grunts again while rediscovering she’s not getting loose without David’s help. He puts the phone down, grabs, and quickly pulls up hard and fast on the back of her panties again!
Her body shudders, shakes and jerks as more full body orgasms roll in as he continues to ravage her naked ass with his bare palm!
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{ding ding} As soon as there’s another break in her pain and pleasure ride, she glances at her phone to see David’s response and Cindy’s answer . . .
[Got a real good last-minute Babysitting gig for the whole weekend. Be sure to PARTY for me also. BTW — Phone’s almost dead and I forgot my charger again! Silly me. I’ll catch up with you on Monday.] He finished with a silly face, then three dollar signs.
Cindy replied, [Have fun! See Ya!] Kissy face.
“Well, I hope you’re comfortable, Heather, because I need to get some sleep. But don’t worry. I always get up early, and we’ll continue your punishment first thing in the morning.”
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Absolutely loved this.