“True, I Can’t Make You Spank Me… And You Can’t Make Me Tell You Where I Hid My Panties… Daddy.”
THE BABYSITTER GETS WHATEVER SHE WANTS…
Coming home from work, I find Julie, our babysitter, sitting on our couch. Giving her a copy of our key, in case we can’t get home in time for the school bus, may not have been the wisest of choices.
“Julie, I’m sorry, but we don’t need you to babysit tonight. Wendy and the kids are visiting grandma this weekend.”
“I know, Mark.”
“Did you need something else? Did Wendy forget to pay you again? She can get so forgetful at times. Let me get some money.”
“No, I don’t need money, Mark. I’m here for my spanking… actually, I think I’m going to call you… Daddy. I’m here for my spanking, Daddy.”
“What?”
“I’m in the mood to be spanked, and you’re the first person I thought of to do it… Daddy.”
Oh my fucking God! She has to be fucking with me! She’ll laugh any minute.
“Julie, I’m not your… Daddy, and even if I was, I don’t believe in corporal punishment.”
She gasps and tenses up at the word punishment, replying, “Say that again, Daddy.”
“I said I’m not your…”
“Not that part. The other part.”
“That I don’t believe in corporal punishment.”
Gasping harder, letting her fingers lightly touch her very naked thigh, just below the edge of her way too short of a skirt, Julie replies, “Yes, Daddy. That part.”
“Stop calling me Daddy! You’re starting to get me upset now, Julie.”
“Why, Daddy? Is calling you Daddy, naughty, Daddy?”
What in the hell is going on here? I’ve always known our babysitter had a bad girl side, or at least I kinda hoped she did. But this… this is unreal!
“Julie, I think it’s best you leave right now, before things get out of hand.”
“You mean out of hand like me lying over your lap as you spank me, while I squirm, and struggle so hard you cream your khakis from the front of my firm young thighs rubbing against your crotch… Daddy?”
FUCK! I WISH!
“Please just leave, Julie. I’m happily married and won’t allow anything to ever mess that up.”
“You mean like having your wife find my panties hidden in your house. Hidden someplace only she’d find them?”
Julie accentuates her threat by lying on the arm of our couch and putting her legs up onto the back, allowing me to clearly see that she’s not wearing any panties and is nicely shaved!
“WHAT DID YOU DO?”
“Something very naughty, Daddy.”
“WHAT IN THE FUCK DID YOU DO, JULIE?!?!”
“I thought I explained it pretty clearly. I hid my panties where only your wife will find them when she gets back from visiting G-ma with your kids. Boy, I sure wouldn’t want to be here when she realizes you’ve been cheating on her.”
“BUT I’VE NOT BEEN CHEATING ON HER!”
“That’s not what another woman’s pair of panties says.”
DAMMIT!
“Panties alone don’t mean I’ve been cheating on my wife. So take your threats and just leave!”
“But crumpled up, still wet from my juices, and your cum, panties do.”
“I didn’t fucking cum in your panties!”
“No, you didn’t, Daddy. You came in your sock… a pretty impressive amount. Did you do all of that in one go-round?”
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
“YOU DIDN’T!”
“Go and check, Daddy. I can wait.”
I don’t need to check. Even with her sunglasses on, I know she’s telling the truth. Plus, I was also surprised by how much filling I gave that sock. Either way, I’m gonna go check, to give me time to think.
“I WILL CHECK! HERE I GO!”
“No need to narrate, Daddy. I can see you heading up the stairs.”
Her ass is going to be bright red and burning when I’m done with it!
As expected, I find my sock turned inside out, and damn near wiped clean of its cream filling. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
“It’s not nice to swear, Daddy!”
“SHUT UP, BRAT!”
“Make me! Daddy!”
I stomp back down the steps and have had enough of her being in control!
“GET YOUR ASS OFF MY COUCH!”
“But, Daddy…”
“But Daddy, nothing! Get Off My Couch!”
Looking sad, while also smiling, Julie gets off my couch. I sit down, directly in the middle. Pointing to my lap, I command, “LAP! NOW! FACE DOWN, YOU NAUGHTY GIRL!”
“But…”
“Butt up, and right here in the middle.”
Julie doesn’t go directly into position. She starts beyond the arm of the couch, and chooses to crawl over it nice and slow, ass high in the air. Just as her arms pass my lap, she lowers her chest down far enough that I feel her perky nips across the tops of my thighs.
My God, she knows how to work it!
With her ass perfectly positioned over my crotch, she asks, “Is this the right spot, Daddy?”
As much as I try to act like I’m in control, the crack in my voice as I reply, “Yes, that’s perfect,” says otherwise.
Immediately, she plops down hard onto my crotch, noticing my hard lump in my pants as it is now pressed against her firm, young thighs.
She gives me a surprised and extended, “Ooh, Daddy!”
I have never been so fucking hard in my God damn life!
Firmly, I reply, “That’s none of your business, Brat!”
“Is that what you tell your wife?”
Really? I love my wife more than anything, but why do you need to bring her up now? Now I’m pissed!
{Fump}
“Leave my wife out of this!” I command with a weak spank foiled by the ruffles of her skirt.
Calm, and the first time Julie talked without a hint of sexuality, she commented, “Mark, maybe we should stop. I bet Mr. Jamerson across the street knows how to spank a woman?”
Starting to get off my lap, she adds, “I’ll just go be naughty over there…”
With one hand, I press down on the small of her back, while with my other hand, I flip her ruffles out of the way and catch her off guard with a hard and fast barehanded spank on her naked ass.
{SMACK!}
She jerks and presses hard into my crotch, letting out a surprised gasp, followed by yelping out, “DADDY! OUCH!”
“Don’t like it? Well, maybe you should learn to behave, little lady!”
{SMACK!}
Another jerk, with an added squirm and grind, followed by her reaching back to stop the next spank. I grab her wrist and move it to the small of her back, and press down to hold it in place.
{SMACK!}
Her squirm and grind quickly becomes a pattern, as she reaches back with her other hand, while begging me, “Please! Stop, Daddy. It hurts!”
Quickly, I grasp her second wrist, cross it over the first, stretch my grip as large as possible, to hold both of her now struggling hands firmly against the small of her back.
{SMACK!}
Her gasps of pain from every spank are growing in their sexuality, and I fucking love it! As much as I like to believe my strong hand is keeping her wrists helpless, several times she struggles too hard, breaks free, and returns her wrists willingly, so I can grab them again.
There couldn’t be a more obvious non-verbal signal of consent, and when she turned her ass upwards, that was all I needed to step up both the speed and hardness of her punishment. I fucking let her have it!
{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
“DADDY! OUCH! STOP!” Screams Julie, as she speeds her squirm and grind, as her hands open, close, and pull weakly in efforts to not get free.
“YOU HAVE BEEN SUCH A BAD GIRL!”
{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
“SPANK ME DADDY! SPANK ME!”
“I am spanking you, Bitch!”
{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
“SPANK ME HARDER, DADDY! HARDER!”
{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
Squirm, gasp, grind, gasp, squirm, gasp, grind, and that’s all it takes for me to cream my khakis, just as Julie predicted. With both hands, I press down harder on her wrists, the small of her back, and the back of her thighs.
I humped as hard as I could against her body, while cumming more than I’ve done any other time in my life! Oh My Fucking God!
Our humps, and squirms, and grinds, and struggles, when on way longer than I expected, so I made sure to add a few extra hard spanks to her bright red, and hot as fuck flesh, to keep her in check. Each caused her body to jerk in the best of ways.
{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
After several long minutes of silence and no real motion beyond a few minor repositionings, I slid out from under her, stood up, and demanded, “Now, go get your panties.”
Julie lies back against the arm of our couch, looks up. That’s if her eyes were even open? She still had her dark glasses on. And replies, “No.”
“WHAT?!?!”
“I said, no… Daddy.”
“I’M YOUR DADDY! AND I’M IN CHARGE! AND I SAY, GO GET YOUR PANTIES!”
I’m not her daddy. I’m not in charge, and she so fucking knows it.
“No. Not until you do something else for me, Daddy.”
“Money? Now you want money, as part of your blackmail scheme?”
“Don’t be silly, Daddy,” replies Julie, before spreading her legs wide. “I want you to eat me… Daddy.”
How do I act like I don’t want to slam my mouth down hard on her pussy, while I stand here, pretending to be defiant? And at the same time, having the largest wet spot on the front of my khakis, beaten only by the one time I pissed myself at work. Not a good day.
“Oh… okay. Fine.” I say before lying face down on the couch, head and mouth in place, with my arms wrapped around her thighs, as if I’m once again forcing this on her, when we both know, she’s forcing this on me.
Julie nonchalantly moves her wrists to where I can hold them, allowing her to fake struggle as I eat her out like I’d gone without food for weeks. Her orgasms are fast and intense, as are her struggles.
This time, in this position, and with only one small and helpless wrist, tightly grasped within each of my hands, I’m much more in charge of Julie’s helpless body than before.
Although I had total control of her wrists and arms, I had zero control over Julie turning this into her extreme leg day. As her body shuddered hard from one orgasm after another, her thighs went from squeezing the life out of my head to wrapping around and trapping me in place.
I will no doubt have heel-sized random bruises on my back to explain to my wife, from her orgasmic kicks. The more she smacks the fuck out of my back, and struggles to stop my mouth and tongue from their all-you-can-eat pussy buffet, the harder I go.
“DADDY! OH GOD! DADDY!”
This round, I’m in charge, and I don’t want to stop. From the big, sloppy tongue pressing hard on her swollen clit, to the tiniest of nibbles, I am in the fucking zone! Nothing is going to stop me!
“MARK! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!? JULIE???”
What exactly happened in the last hour is beyond me. All I know is I’m on the floor naked, hogtied, and my cock is folded down between my thighs, and held in place with an excessive amount of duct tape.
Julie must have pulled her panties, the ones soaked with her juices and my cum, out of hiding, because it’s balled up, jammed in my mouth, and held in place with more duct tape that’s wrapped around my head way more than needed.
My wife is on the couch, on her back, in the same position I last had our babysitter in. Her arms are at her sides, and her wrists are being held firmly by Julie, who has her head deep between her thighs.
Between her orgasmic gasps, my wife asks Julie, “How exactly do chastity cages work?”
Zepilogue: “I’m very disappointed in you, Mark. Why don’t you just lie there and think about what you’ve done, while I take a little shopping trip to a very special store. The kids are staying with Grandma the next week, while you and I re-establish our relationship…”
A committed man would never cheat on his wife. Mark, had two choices and he failed with both of them.
Choice #1 - immediately leave, call his wife and tell her the babysitter was caught stealing from them and should be fired.
Choice # 2 - fuck the babysitter to oblivion, find 20 more guys to fuck her and turn her into a “free use babysitter “ so she wont play these blackmail games. Of course fire her ass, once Mark blows his load in her ass.
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