The Sitter 14

My wife had recently returned to the workplace after being a stay-at-home mother. We decided to hire a babysitter while we were both working. We placed a few ads and set up a makeshift interview process in our living room. We were delighted to find several responses the same day and scheduled to meet with a handful of candidates later in the week.

Our first candidate was a bright and cheery young lady named Emily. She was about twenty years old. We were impressed right away. She was confident and attractive, flashing her beautiful smile in response to each of our questions. We were happy to hear that safety was her number one priority.

I was immediately attracted to her. We made eye contact several times throughout the interview, each time sparking a forbidden desire within me. As the interview drew to a close, my wife and I exchanged glances, communicating our mutual approval of Emily.

"Thank you for coming in, Emily," I said with a smile. "We'll be in touch soon."

After Emily left, my wife asked, "She seems perfect, doesn't she?"

I nodded as Emily's smile lingered in my mind. We canceled the rest of our interviews and hired Emily immediately.

Our household quickly adjusted to her presence. During the first month, she proved to be very competent, and we were very happy with our choice.

One afternoon, I returned home from work earlier than usual. I found Emily entertaining in the living room. Emily's shorts were riding high in her position on the floor, and my eyes were drawn to her uncovered legs. She looked up, flashing me that same smile. She made no effort to cover her thighs, and I made no effort to hide that I was looking at them.

Emily interrupted the sexual tension. "You're home early," she greeted playfully.

"Yeah, it was a slow day at the office," I replied. "You can go home early. I'll pay you for the full day," I added.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "I can keep Pete company while you change clothes and take a beat from the day. I can fix you something to eat too. Are you hungry?"

"Hm, I should keep you here all the time," I joked. She held eye contact from the floor. "Ok, fine, that would be very nice, but be quick about it. If my wife comes home to you cooking for me, she's gonna have some questions."

She grinned. "I understand, Mr. Sandusky. I'll get right on it."

Emily jumped up to prepare a meal, happy to serve. I disappeared into my bedroom, knowing my attraction for her was growing. Fighting it seemed useless. I changed from my professional work clothes to a comfortable t-shirt and jeans, opting for a tighter fit than usual.

I joined Emily in the kitchen, leaning against the doorway behind her, watching her work.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch me?" she asked.

She had her back to me, but I could hear the smile in her words. "If that's okay with you," I responded.

"It is," she said happily.

I made small talk, asking about her life and family. After a short lull in the conversation, I asked, "You seem to have been raised right. What's the secret?"

"Well, I was raised in a strict home with a lot of spanking," she answered.

"Spanking?" I asked, intrigued by the thought.

"Yes, I was spanked many times... sometimes with my panties down," she said with a hint of excitement in her voice. That last detail seemed to be added just to toy with me.

"I'm sorry, that must've been traumatizing," I said, trying to will my arousal to disappear.

"No, not really. It was necessary. I'm grateful for it."

"Even the bare bottom spankings?" I asked, unable to help myself.

"Especially the bare bottom ones. Those are the ones that made me who I am today," she answered.

"I certainly agree there should be consequences set in place for misbehaviour. It seems to have worked for you," I said.

"Well, they've worked so far. What if I misbehave now, Mr. Sandusky?" she asked in a teasing tone.

My thoughts were racing now. She seemed to be leading me down a road I definitely wanted to explore. "I'm not certain you want to find that out, Emily," I answered confidently.

She turned her head to look at me for the first time since we started talking. "How certain are you about that, sir?" she asked in a small voice, her eyes aching with thirst.

We locked eyes for a few seconds. Her smile had disappeared, and she looked ready to pounce on me. My wife's going to be home soon," I said, breaking the silence. She turned back around to finish the meal, playing disappointed, but we both knew this wasn't over.

During the next few days, I replayed our conversation in my head and fantasized about bending Emily over my knee for a hard spanking. I knew it was only a matter of time.

I experienced another slow day at work and decided at lunch to take the rest of the day off. I went straight home to check on Emily. When I arrived, Emily's car was nowhere to be found. I went inside, and she was nowhere to be found. I quickly asked the neighbor to do some last-minute babysitting and returned to my house to wait for Emily. This was the perfect opportunity.

I had to search a bit, but I found my late dad's wooden paddle, stored on the top shelf of my closet. I held it, remembering the pain in left on my backside. I had only ever been on the receiving end of the instrument, but that was about to change.

I sat on the couch with the paddle sitting on the end table beside me and waited. Only a few minutes later, I heard Emily's car pull up. I had left my garage door open, so my car was visible to her. She hurriedly entered the front door, not seeing me at first. With her fast food in her arms, she fumbled with the door, trying to close it quietly. Turning around, she stopped in her tracks when she saw me. Her eyes flashed to the paddle sitting beside me, then back at me.

"Where have you been, Emily?" I asked curtly.

"I was...just getting food," she said, raising the items in her hands to show me.

"How long have you been gone?" I continued to interrogate her.

"Just a few minutes, sir."

"Do you think it's okay to just leave the household unattended for minutes at a time?"

"I thought it would be okay," she replied, knowing that wasn't a satisfying answer.

"Well, you thought wrong. I pay you to keep an eye out at all times. Not only did you fail to do so, you left the front door unlocked," I stated sternly. I waited for a rebuttal, but none came. "I thought safety was your number one priority. Did I think wrong?"

"No, sir," she answered quietly. "Is everybody okay?"

"Yes, they're okay. I have someone else doing your job," I answered matter-of-factly. Emily looked down in shame. I took a deep breath and took a softer tone. "I like you, Emily. I think you're perfect for this job, but your current actions are below my expectations. You asked me a few days ago what would happen if you misbehaved. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, sir," she answered.

"Well, you're going to find out today." She nodded, understanding the situation. "Go set your food in the kitchen and come back here," I ordered.

She obeyed and quickly returned, standing in front of me with her hands together in front of her. "Do you understand what's about to happen?" I asked.

She nodded.

I continued. "For neglecting your job, you will be getting a spanking. Your bottom will be bared. I believe it is well-deserved, don't you agree?" I asked, looking up at her, awaiting her consent.

"Yes, sir," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded with her approvingly, maintaining eye contact. "Bend over my knee, Emily."

I spread my legs open, patting my left thigh. She obediently laid over it, her bottom half fitting comfortably between my legs. She held onto a couch cushion with both arms to her chest. I gripped her outside hip, holding her close to me. My right hand rested on the seat of her shorts. Each of her ample cheeks was the size of my hand. With her body against mine, my arousal was no secret to her.

I began spanking her with my hand, landing solid smacks all over her bottom. With her bottom propped up over my thigh, her short shorts failed to cover her whole bottom, and the bottom of her cheeks peeked out, allowing me to provide an extra sting to her exposed skin. As I continued, her body reacted more and more with movements and noises. I continued past the point of comfortability, letting her know that even just my hand on her shorts could be painful.

I felt her body start to relax as she got used to the rhythmic impact. I decided it was time to start the next phase of her punishment. I slid my hands beneath her shorts and pulled them down. She lifted her hips, allowing them to slide to her knees with ease. Her panties revealed more exposed skin that was glowing red from my hand. I groped and squeezed her cheeks, which fit perfectly in the cup of my hand.

I began spanking her with renewed vigor. The increased sting was immediately felt, as indicated by her little groans. Her thin panties hardly dampened the pain like her shorts had. Now I could clearly see her cheeks rebound at impact and snap back into place with each spank. The pain became increasingly uncomfortable, as evidenced by her reactions. She tried rolling her body off my leg, but my hand on her hip held her in place. Her next reaction was to lift her inside leg up, trying to leverage her way away from me.

I gave a stinging spank to the back of her thigh. "Keep your legs down, young lady!" I ordered as I resumed my attention on her bottom. She cried out in pain. As I continued spanking her bottom, I saw my handprint appear on her thigh.

Satisfied with my work thus far, I slid her panties halfway down her thighs with ease and noticed a damp spot had appeared in them. I smiled to myself. Even though she was crying out and squirming, she was enjoying her punishment. When her panties came down, she instinctively reached back with her hand to stop me. I caught her wrist and pinned it to her lower back.

It excited me that she was aroused, but I still needed to teach her a lesson. I leaned into my disappointed disciplinarian role with confidence. Without wasting a second, I started spanking her bare bottom hard with my hand. Her cries started again shortly after. She buried her face in the couch cushion as I held her down and spanked her thoroughly. My living room was filled with the high-pitched smacks and resulting grunts and cries. I spent several minutes in this position, driving my point home. Her legs kicked all over the place, but I easily held her down. Once I covered her bottom thoroughly, I addressed her. "Stand up, young lady."

She obediently stood up, sniffling and wiping tears from her eyes. I also stood and unbuckled my belt. Her teary eyes grew wide. "We're far from being finished, Emily. Turn around and bend over the couch," I ordered.

She hesitated, clutching her red bottom. "Hands on the back of the couch and legs straight. Do not make me repeat myself," I scolded, holding my belt menacingly. Sniffling, she slowly obeyed. Stick your bottom out, young lady. Straighten out your back," I instructed. Once she satisfied my requests, I raised the belt and struck her bottom harshly. The belt snapped loudly against her bare skin. Her body recoiled, her knees bending.

"Emily!" I warned. She returned to her position, sticking her bottom back out. "I hope I don't have to tell you again, or I will start over. Do you hear me!?"

"Yes, sir,"

I raised the belt and struck her again. This time her recoil was minimal. "Much better," I complimented. I gave her a series of strikes, stepping into each one. While her cries were loud, she held her position. I paused and touched her bottom, feeling the heat radiating from the surface.

After a short break, I started again with a faster pace, pelting her bare flesh with the thick leather. She raised her outside foot from the floor, turning her knee inward in protection from the wrap-around effect of the belt. I punished her disobedience with a strike to her thighs. She cried out loudly, falling to the couch. "Keep your bottom high, young lady. Why do I have to keep reminding you?"

"I'm sorry, sir," she apologized, tears flowing freely.

I resumed, belting her bottom severely and leaving lasting welts across her cheeks.

I put my belt back on and picked up the paddle that had been sitting ominously on the table close by. As soon as I grabbed it, Emily turned toward me defensively and pleaded for mercy. "Please, sir. I've learned my lesson. It hurts so much."

I proceeded calmly. "Emily, I'm glad to hear you're sorry, but I'm not finished yet. I know it hurts, but pain is the point of a spanking. You're going to take your paddling because you know you deserve it. Now turn around and stick your ass back out for me." Trembling, Emily submissively obeyed. "Spread your legs a little more," I instructed. She waddled her legs farther apart, stretching her panties that linked them.

I patted her red cheeks with the heavy wooden instrument. I could see her breathing get heavy, and her hands grabbed tensely at the couch cushions. I placed my hand on her back as a reminder to keep it straight and raised the paddle. She started whimpering on the backswing. "Oh, Emily, we haven't even started yet," I said, bringing the paddle back gently to her bottom for a few more taps.

Her body shuddered in fear under my hand. I raised the paddle again and brought it down forcefully onto her bare bottom with a powerful clap. She muffled her scream, bending at the knees. "Uh uh uh," I said, pushing the paddle between her legs and up against her sensitive pussy, forcing her back up in position. I focused the next swat to land centered on the crease where her cheeks met her thighs. The impact was followed by a gutteral howl that echoed throughout the house. Her body tried to raise up against my hand, and I had to exert force to hold her down.

I gave her a third and a fourth, and she kicked out at me. "You should not have done that, young lady," I scolded. I put my foot up on the seat cushion underneath her, using my knee as a support for her body. I forced her hips down onto my knee, leaning over her and using my weight to hold her helplessly down. Her toes were barely touching the ground.

With my arm still free, I brought the paddle down hard over and over. She fought tooth and nail to escape, but her little body was secured in my grasp. I didn't let up, paddling her relentlessly. Eventually, she started to give in, her body losing fight. I gave her three final swats and released her.

She collapsed to the couch, crying. I put the paddle away, and when I returned, Emily was still laying on the couch, crying softly. I sat down next to her and consoled her. "It's okay, Emily. It's all over. You took your punishment like a big girl." I stroked her back, comforting her. She crawled herself into my lap, curling up into a little ball. I brushed her matted hair with my hand and held her. "I hope you understand now what happens when you misbehave," I said softly.

She nodded her head against my chest, speaking softly. "I understand, sir. Thank you for keeping me accountable. I'd like to continue working for you if you'll have me."

"Yes, Emily, I very much want you to stay. Just know, I'm going to be watching you much closer now until you fully earn my trust again. One slip-up, and it's another bare-bottom paddling."

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"Good. Now get dressed. My wife will be home any minute now."

Emily hurriedly clothed herself, still sniffling. I knew that was the hardest she'd ever been spanked.

For the next few days, every chance I had, I masturbated to the image of Emily's round red bottom over my knee, receiving stinging slaps from my hand. I wondered if she was doing the same.

I didn't have to wait long for confirmation. I received a text from her phone late at night. "Thank you for spanking me so thoroughly. That was the hardest I've ever been spanked, and I didn't know I could handle so much. It helped me immensely. So, thanks."

I replied. "I'm glad to hear it helped. I'll continue to be right here to keep you accountable in the future."

Her text had my mind thinking and my cock growing again. I sent an additional message. "I couldn't help but notice that you were enjoying your punishment...at least a little."

"Maybe a little," she replied with a winking emoji. "I definitely noticed you were enjoying yourself while spanking me," she added.

"More than you know," I replied.

The conversation ended there, leaving my mind spinning and my cock aching. I knew I'd have little trouble in the future finding opportunities to spank her over and over again.