Baby-sitting the neighbor's kids was always a drag but I needed the cash. As usual Mrs Anderson gave me the third degree about what I should and shouldn't do if the brats woke up, adding that Mr Anderson was due back from his business trip tomorrow, so could I please make sure I left everything as I found it.
As the evening progressed, I went through the usual ritual of raiding the kitchen closets. That was the benefit of sitting for the Andersons their house was always full of junk food. Taking a packet of chips and a soda to the front room, I began searching through the video collection for something half decent to watch. It was mostly Disney movies and the usual blockbuster films that I'd seen a million times. About to give up, it was then that I noticed tucked at the back of the collection a tape marked 'X'. I figured I'd play it out of curiosity.
On pressing play, I was greeted by the image of a young blonde girl laid over the knee of an older man who spanked her roughly with his hand. I had only ever seen a dirty movie once before when I was sleeping over at Leah's. Her Dad had this big collection of blue movies. We thought it would be fun to watch one, but after a few minutes Leah being the prude that she is switched it off in disgust.
Sitting back on the sofa, I decided babysitting might not be such a drag after all. The video switched to another young blonde, wearing a leather corset, kneeling in front of an older man who demanded that she suck his cock. The girl appeared to oblige readily. I had never seen a cock so huge! But then my experience of cock was minimal. You see, my parents had sent me to an all girls' school and were very strict. My father always said that boys were no good and that I should keep my mind on my books. Subsequently, except for a quick fumble with my cousin Derrick, my experience of boys, period, was zero!
"Hey Cherry," greeted Mr Anderson as he walked through from the kitchen, making me jump. So engrossed was I in the video, I hadn't heard the keys in the door.
"Hi Mr Anderson," I muttered, struggling to find the stop button on the remote, spilling the soda in the process. "Um Mrs Anderson said you'd be coming back tomorrow."
"Well I was, but luckily I managed to get an earlier flight.
"Hey what you watching kid?" Mr Anderson questioned as he took a seat.
"Um nothing," I replied guiltily.
I saw Mr Anderson glance over to the TV where the video case marked 'X' was lying empty on the floor. Picking up the case, Mr Anderson looked at me accusingly. "Nothing? Really?… doesn't look like nothing," he said, pressing play on the VCR. A close up of the blonde sucking the large cock appeared on the screen. "So this is what you get up to when we're paying you to look after our kids?"
I could feel my face turn red with embarrassment. I didn't know what to say… I couldn't say anything. Mr Anderson picked up the phone. "Can't speak? Well let's see what your father has to say shall we?"
"Please Mr Anderson," I stuttered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to watch it I just…"
"You just what?" He questioned angrily.
"I'm sorry Mr Anderson, I swear I didn't know what was on it. Please don't tell my parents, I'll do anything, just please don't tell them." The expression on Mr Anderson's face appeared to change and he placed the phone back on the hook.
"Hey, I'm sorry kid, I didn't mean to shout at you." Mr Anderson's voice softened as he sat down beside me. "So did you like what you saw?"
Taken aback somewhat by his question, stupidly I muttered without thinking, "Yeah."
"Well Miss Cherry Ann," he said placing a hand on my knee, "you've been a very bad girl haven't you?" I nodded. "And you know what we do when little girls like you have been bad don't you?" I looked up at Mr Anderson and shook my head. "Bad girls have to be spanked!" Seeing the look of surprise and apprehension on my face, he added, "After all, you wouldn't want me to have to tell your parents now, would you?"
"No Mr Anderson," I mumbled.
"Good girl. Now come on," he said patting his lap. I lay myself over his lap, my face in the cushions on one side of the couch my feet hanging over the other end. Pushing my skirt up over my thighs, he instructed me to lift myself up. I did as he asked allowing him access to my white cotton panties, which were quickly pulled down and left around my ankles. "Ok sweetie," he said pushing me back down over his lap. "Now Cherry Ann, tell Mr Anderson what you've been."
I thought for a moment confused as to what he wanted me to say, before stuttering, "A bad girl?."
"A very bad girl," he smiled as I glanced back over my shoulder to see him raise his hand. I felt a stinging sensation as the hand was brought down firmly on my ass cheek. Mr Anderson spanked each cheek in time, my ass turning red and burning. "Little Miss Cherry Ann, so sweet, so innocent," he laughed. And then landing a slap much harder than the previous his tone changed and he spat, "nothing but a dirty little Slut!"
"No Mr Anderson," I mumbled, tears welling in my eyes. "Please stop, it hurts."
"Not a slut she says!" Mr Anderson laughed shoving a finger between my thighs and inside my pussy. "Just as I thought," he said pulling out the wet finger and waving it in front of my face. "Look how much I've turned you on, you slut!
"What are you?" He barked, slapping his hand down hard on my ass.
