Babysitter Spaned

Denise was our baby-sitter. A very nice girl. She first sat for us when she was around fifteen and four years later we're still using her. Not for very much longer though, I suspect. She's grown into a very attractive young lady with a full time job. The only reason she still sits for us is because we were the ones who first gave her a chance and she feels a little responsibility towards us. My wife, Marie, is, I believe, going to throw her a hint that she needn't to feel compelled. If she can tip us off to a good replacement we'll be happy and she won't be leaving us in the lurch.

On a certain Friday recently we had engaged Denise to sit for us overnight. We didn't know what time we'd be getting home and Marie thought it would be easier if Denise slept over. That way she'd be there to give the kids breakfast if we didn't wake up.

As it was it was the small hours of Saturday when we came home. Denise and the children were all asleep in their respective rooms and it wasn't long before we were as well.

My sleep patterns are a little erratic at times. Sometimes I will hit the pillow and fall asleep and not budge for about eight hours. Other times I'll only sleep for three or four hours and that's all I need. This night was one of those other times, and I woke up early. Deciding that I wouldn't stay in bed and possibly disturb Marie I got up, had a quick shower, and got dressed.

From the dead silence in the house it was a reasonable guess that neither Denise nor the kids were awake yet. I hadn't really expected them to be. Strolling down the hall towards the kitchen I saw that the door to the room Denise had used was open. Either she was up or one of the kids had woken and crawled into bed with her. Little girls do that at times.

Glancing in I beheld a very nice scene. Denise was indeed up, but not yet dressed. Careless of her to leave her door open. She was wearing a pair of panties and that was it. Not a very large pair, either. She'd apparently brought a couple of changes of clothes with her and she had them spread about the bed, trying to decide what she wanted to wear. She was actually bent over the bed, hands resting on it, pert little bottom high in the air and surprisingly large breasts swinging freely below her.

Like I said, a very nice scene, but not one that I should have been witnessing. One should always deliver a reprimand when it falls due. The immediacy of the situation gives it that added import. It seemed to me that I should explain to Denise that a well brought up young lady should remember to close a bedroom door. I stepped through the open door to tell her so.

I thought that a short sudden shock would show Denise the error of her ways. Accordingly, I applied that short, sudden shock.

"Why are you prancing around naked with the door open?" I asked, delivering a firm smack to that invitingly offered bottom.

Now I didn't smack her hard. Hard enough to sting, yes, but not enough to really hurt or bruise. I was only making a point, not beating the poor girl. What did I expect her reaction to be?

Well, if I was a young lady wandering about my bedroom in my panties and a hand delivered a spank to my bottom I suspect that I would have squealed, the pitch and volume depending on my nervous temperament, and turned to face my assailant, simultaneously backing away and putting on a hand bra.

What did Denise do? She just froze on the spot, head turning slightly to see me, blushing fiercely, and not saying a word. I'm like, what? Why aren't you screaming and running or something?

Seeing she hadn't even bothered to answer my question I felt I had no choice but to press the matter slightly.

"Well?" I asked, supplying another firm spank.

"Ah, ah, I'm not naked," she said.

"Effectively you are," I pointed out, giving another spank, and asking myself why is she just standing there, bottom offered for my hand?

"Sorry," she gasped. "So sorry. I guess I forgot to close the door."

"Guess?" I asked, wondering how long before she moved out of reach. I also delivered a fourth spank. "The door was wide open and you're prancing around in the altogether. Shocking behaviour."

"Sorry," she said again, "but I'm not completely naked. I'm wearing panties."

"And that is supposed to excuse your behaviour?" Spank. "Look how easy it is to go from panties to naked."

I casually took hold of her panties and ran them down her legs. Her bottom was a lovely red and white. Seeing she was standing with her legs apart I could also see a damn sight more than her bottom.

Bent over the bed and fully naked (panties around her ankles sure didn't count) she surely had to react. Wrong again. She just stayed like that. Ah, not completely wrong. I could see some subtle movement on the part of her pussy. Her lips were swelling and parting, her inner lips also swelling and pushing out to see what was happening.

I was now faced with a dilemma. I couldn't help but feel that if I retreated at this point I'd have been defeated. I don't know by what, but a defeat it would surely be. But what else was I supposed to do. Just go on dropping some spanks on her bottom. Looking at her standing helpless before me I found that idea quite intriguing.

"To help you to remember to show a little more decorum I am going to finish punishing you," I told her. "Understand?"

From the vigorous nodding of her head she understood and accepted that punishment was due. Who was I to argue?

"Seeing that it's a first time I'll go easy on you," I said and then proceeded to drop half a dozen firm spanks on her bottom. By the time I'd finished her bottom was red and her pussy was gleaming with moisture.

"This is the sort of thing that can happen to young ladies who aren't sufficiently decorous," I pontificated, and let my hand drop down and start massaging her mound.

Shock, scream, don't touch me there, etcetera. Not on your Nellie. A sudden intake of breath and her pussy pressing against my hand was the only reaction.

I massaged her mound quite roughly, finding her hot and wet and totally lacking in protests. As far as I was concerned a lack of protest was the equivalent to agreement. Even slipping a couple of fingers inside her and extending my explorations had no effect. One thing did. I trespassed very close to her clitoris, rubbing against the sensitive flesh in that area, and she gasped, her head lifting a little.

Enough was enough. I was as hard as a rock and she seemed awfully available to me. I unzipped, not trying to hide the fact that I was doing so. No cringing away or sudden panic. If anything she pushed her bottom towards me.

Moving closer I dragged the head of my cock back and forth along her slit. She knew exactly what I was doing. Her breathing became a little noisier and she was definitely pushing herself against me. Easing her lips apart I probed gently with my cock, not driving in straight away but giving her a chance to reject me, to call it off at the last moment.

Not a peep from her. She wasn't only allowing me to access her mound she was actively pushing it towards me. Fair play can only go so far. Once that point's been reached you go for gold. I drove firmly home, sheathing myself with one hard, fast, stroke.

She gave a groan and it was definitely an about-time groan.

If that was the way she wanted it then that was the way she was going to get it. My hands went around her to grab her breasts and my hips started working overtime. I was driving into her hard and fast and she didn't have any hesitation in meeting me in the same manner.

I bounced her along my cock with an excess of energy, hands mauling her breasts at the same time. She met my eager thrusts just as eagerly, pushing hard back against me, ensuring I came into her as deep as possible. She was giving tongue to excited little cries, panting and pleading and wanting more, more, more. And harder while I was at it.

I never got around to setting up a nice rhythm and building things up in an orderly manner until we climaxed, hopefully in a mutual way. That sort of thing is nice in theory but what we were practising ignored all rules for nice, sweet, sex. I just took her, and she took me, both of us using the other for their own pleasure and loving it.

I kept on driving into her, giving it all I had. I was also giving a few very sincere prayers that I'd last long enough to let her climax, not that I'd take any bets on that being the case.

Turns out I should have placed those wagers. I was still going strong when she climaxed. She made a low keening sound and started shaking as her climax rolled through her, relaxing slightly as it settled down. Me, like I said, I was still going strong and I don't think I even faltered in my stride. I banged away, coaxing her to get with the program because the show wasn't over.

After a few hesitant movements she hit her stride and was moving with me and we continued on our merry way. I could feel my own internal pressures building and knew it wouldn't be much longer. Seeing I didn't have to worry about Denise climaxing I just relaxed and let her have it.

Didn't need to worry about Denise climaxing was right. As soon as I started to blow my load she went off again, but this time she took time to snatch up a pillow and jam it against her face. Then she screamed blue murder into the pillow while she shivered and shook under my throbbing cock.

Afterwards I gave her a stern reminder about remembering to close doors and to show a little decorum. She was all, yes sir, sorry sir, it won't happen again sir. Then I departed, deciding I wanted a quick shower and my breakfast. I was just finishing my breakfast when Denise came in, fully dressed and looking as fresh as a daisy. She also had my daughters with her.

No comment. No special looks. No innuendo in anything she said. That little bit of practical discipline may never have happened. Still, I did make myself one little promise. I was going to suggest to Marie that we wait until Denise decides that she wants to retire from the baby sitting game. Better if it comes from her. Besides, if she sits for us overnight sometime I'll be able to see if my warning has been heeded.