I would like to make one thing clear. I am not a tart, no matter what some people have insinuated. I just like to enjoy myself but there is a line I draw and I don't cross it.
After leaving school I obtained a fulltime job and I work hard at it. I get paid reasonable money but I do have expensive tastes, so I continue to supplement my income with occasional baby-sitting jobs. Only occasional jobs as I'm not too popular with some of the mothers. They say I'm a tease.
In all honesty, I have to admit that I do like to tease men, and I consider a husband fair game for teasing because they're relatively safe. I mean, you tease your boyfriend and he's going to expect you to roll over on your back on command, and I don't do that sort of thing.
A husband (Other people's husbands, that is. I don't have one.) on the other hand may want to toss you onto the nearest bed but they are somewhat inhibited by having a wife around the house and wives tend to frown on that sort of thing. So they're safe to tease and I do.
It's fun, really. You bend over, giving them flashes of cleavage and glimpses of panties. Sometimes, if I'm in a particularly mischievous mood I'll wear thongs while sitting, and the relevant husband gets a flash of my actual bottom, which generally makes them horny.
I also let some of the husbands get away with the accidental feel. You know how it goes. You're forced to brush against them when passing in a hallway or going through a door and their hands just happen to brush against your breasts or your bottom. Goodness me, I've even had a husband (or two) accidentally brush his hands against my mound, which always calls for maidenly confusion.
Also, entirely accidentally of course, my own hands have brushed against groins and detected some interesting erections there, leaving me looking embarrassed and shocked.
I do take care not to get trapped by a husband. One has to be a little careful, you don't know what some men might get up to. Would you believe that some of the men even proposition me? They suggest a time when I could drop by and they're alone, or why don't I meet them for a drink? When that happens it's a case of, "Please, if you don't mind. You're a married man."
The wives know I'm only teasing but it still annoys them, which explains the lack of sitting jobs. They only hire me when they're desperate. One woman, Marie, actually warned me off her husband and I was like, "What do you mean? I would never make a pass at your husband."
"No, you just work him up and leave me having to drop my panties," she snapped.
I just ignored her comments as petty griping. You get people like that.
Anyway, I wound up with a new sitting job. A mother who was new to me called me out of the blue, asking if it was possible for me to babysit on a Saturday night. She cited another mother who had recommended me. (Marie, the wife with the whinge, oddly enough.) I had free time that Saturday so I said sure, why not?
I rolled up on Saturday and we all introduced ourselves. Amy was small and dark, a brunette with grey eyes, which I thought unusual. Rob, on the other hand, was a honey. He was a blue eyed blonde with skin tanned to a nice golden brown. If there's a wow factor, he owned it. There were two children, both taking after their mother.
I had to give Rob the treatment, of course. Cleavage and panties flash, accidental brushing against him, he got the works. He wasn't backwards about returning the compliment, either. He did his best to touch me up, definitely interested. I'd have to watch him. He seemed just the type to proposition the poor little baby-sitter, thinking she'd be flattered by his attentions. It was ego boosting, but that didn't mean I'd yield to him.
Amy and Rob finally left, but I'll swear Rob had an erection he was trying to hide. I watched them go, smirking to myself.
The kids settled down quickly and I was reduced to watching TV. I didn't get to watch it all that long. Surprisingly enough, Amy and Rob returned early. Even more surprising, several other cars drew up and half a dozen women got out. I knew them all, I noticed. They were all mothers that I'd sat for at various times, Marie included.
Everyone piled in, congregating in the living room. I helped Amy make some coffee and distribute it, then told her I'd just check on the kids before leaving. She nodded and I trotted off.
Both the kids were dead to the world. I carefully closed the door and turned and bumped into Rob. His hand somehow managed to land on my breast, and promptly gave it a friendly squeeze while he smiled and winked at me. I giggled and pushed his hand away and he promptly dropped it down and managed to brush across the front of my pussy. I giggled again, pushing at him, and I didn't deliberately brush against his groin and notice he still had an erection. It just seemed to happen.
Enough being enough I said excuse me and started brushing past him. Would you believe he had the gall to grab my arm and start tugging me into one of the bedrooms?
"Sorry, Honey," I said very firmly, "but I don't do husbands. You need to back off a little."
"I'm not a husband," Rob said. "I'm a brother."
Big golden him and little dark Amy were brother and sister?
"You're kidding," I said.
He laughed and shook his head. "We get our colouring from different parents. You have no need to worry. You're not poaching."
"Sorry, Rob," I said, trying to sound even firmer. "I not only don't do husbands, I don't do anyone else either. Please let go."
When it looked as though he wasn't going to let me go I raised my voice a little.
"Ah, excuse me, Amy," I called.
The response was pretty quick. Amy and the rest of the women all promptly popped into the hallway, taking in the scene of Rob holding my arm, trying to encourage me to enter a bedroom.
I should have guessed right then that something was up. Amy and the mothers were all happy and smiling.
"Really, Rob," scolded Amy, as she quickly ushered me back into the front room. "You can't go strong arming the baby-sitter. What do you think you're playing at?"
"Dear me," cooed one of the mothers. "Has Patti been leading you on? For shame Patti. You know you shouldn't do that."
There wasn't much I could say so I stayed silent. I was pretty sure all the mothers would have enough to say without me contributing.
"Gee, Rob," came another voice, "you can't just drag her off and ravish her. It's not accepted practice, you know."
"Yes. You can't rape her just because she was asking for it," came a rather snide comment.
"I'll tell you what you can do," said Marie. (Getting back at me for ignoring her protests, the bitch.) "You can spank her to sort of discourage her tendency for inappropriate flirting."
For some reason that suggestion gained immediate approval from everyone there, excluding me. Even Rob approved, but seemed a little dubious.
"Seems a good idea," he said, "but I just don't know."
"Ah, what's wrong with it?" someone asked.
"Well, if I was going to spank a young woman I'd want her to be naked. I'd find it more entertaining that way. But it seems to me that it wouldn't be appropriate for me to remove her clothes if she didn't want me to."
Right on. You tell them, Rob, I thought.
"But if she took off her clothes herself, you'd spank her then?"
"Why, yes, I believe I would give the little tease a good what-for."
The women were all looking at me and smiling. I looked back, not smiling.
"You don't seriously think I'm going to get undressed do you?" I asked. They had to be joking. Not even if they paid me.
"Well, yes," Amy said. "You're just feeling a little bashful. Why don't you turn your head, Rob, so that you don't embarrass her?"
I'm thinking they were crazy. I wasn't going to turn around and strip just because Rob wasn't looking. I'd underestimated their scheming. As soon as Rob turned his head the bitches grabbed me. I squealed and protested and they just calmly took off every stitch I had.
I was left standing starkers in the middle of the room, hands cupped over my pussy, trying to hide everything with insufficient hands. Rob was invited to turn back and he did, looking me up and down with approval.
"Well, seeing as she seems to have been willing to get undressed I guess there's no reason why I shouldn't paddle her, is there."
He grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the couch. He sat down and quite efficiently put me across his knee. I was young and fit. He was older, but still young, a lot fitter, and a damn sight stronger. I struggled and he ignored my struggles, me finding myself looking at the carpet and my bottom pointing towards the roof.
Things got worse even before the first spank landed. Rob held me firmly in place with one big hand placed square in the middle of my bottom while he adjusted his clothing. Why did he have to adjust his clothing?
"My apologies, ladies," he said, "but this little minx got me so worked up that I'm feeling distinctly uncomfortable sitting like this. I'm afraid I need to have some room."
