It was a little past 10 when I heard the garage door open-Mr. Vince must be home, I thought.
"Hey Nina, how was your night? I hope the kids weren't too rowdy," he said, entering the living room. Mr. Vince was a nice guy- recently divorced, handsome and fit for his age at 34, and always a great tipper.
"Your kids are the sweetest, Mr. Vince. No problem at all!" I exclaimed.
He reached into his pocket and retrieved my pay from his wallet. "Thanks for giving up your saturday night, Nina. Pretty girl like you must have all sorts of plans. "
"Actually, Mr. Vince, I'm planning on going over to a small house party after this and was hoping to change clothes here, if thats ok with you." I said, looking down at the yoga pants and tshirt I had on.
"No problem at all, Nina."
I grabbed my bag of stuff and headed to the bathroom. After applying a tad more makeup, I stuffed my 36DD tits into a tight little crop top and pulled a tight miniskirt over my tanned thighs, only a tiny thong covering my ass. Then I shook my dirty blonde hair out from my ponytail and took one more glance in the mirror to check the makeup rimming my green eyes. As I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to get the rest of my stuff, I heard Mr. Vince exhale loudly.
"What the hell are you wearing, Nina? Am I supposed to just let you walk out of my house dressed like that?"
"Mr. Vince, I'm 19 years old- a full adult."
"Your ass is barely even covered. Here, grab this pencil for me," he said as he dropped a pencil on the ground, towards my feet.
I attempted to squat down and get the pencil but Mr. Vince made a "uh uh" sound until i stood up and tried to bend over at the waist. My skirt was so short and restrictive that I was having a hard time. I felt Mr. Vince move behind me and watched as my uncovered ass came into full view.
"Now what kind of father would I be if I let you walk out of the house in this slutty little outfit? I think i need to teach you a lesson about modesty, young lady. "
"I'm sorry, Mr. Vince, but that really doesn't seem like your place."
"I don't remember asking you, Nina. Now bend over this counter and take off that strip you call underwear so I can teach you a lesson. "
"No, Mr. Vince. I'm way too old for a spanking."
"You're never too old for a spanking. Now do as I say." He commanded while putting his arm forcefully on my lower back.
I grunted as he lifted my skirt over the tops of my thighs and stripped my pussy of my underwear. In my bent over position, I was helpless to his force. He grabbed the hair at the back of my neck with his left hand and started rubbing my cheeks with his right.