My parents go out about once a week —their night they call it— and even though I’m a teenager and definitely old enough to take care of myself, they want someone to keep an eye on me and my younger sister, Judy. So once a week, Lucille comes to our house.
Lucille is a pretty cool babysitter, truth be told. She’s 19, not much older than I am (16), and she’s pretty cute. She lets me play games, and isn’t too strict with bedtimes and stuff for Judy. She even ordered pizza for us all one night! To be honest, I kinda look forward to her coming every week. I think about her, her hips, her small waist… She’s got a nice rack to, and a cute butt. As the weather gets warmer, she tends to be wearing shorts, skirts, hotpants… Yeah, I think about her a lot.
So last week, I was playing some game in my room when I thought I heard Lucille call. That was after Judy’s bedtime so I took my headphones off and called back. She didn’t answer but I could still hear her talking. Now, my parents are quite strict about her not having people over, or even being on the phone with her boyfriend, in case something happens to us. My parents are quite strict in general. So I got to the living room door and I could hear her more clearly. She was moaning, I peeked through the ajar door and saw that she was holding her phone up and caressing herself in front of it, playing with her boobs, making cute little faces. She passed a hand between her legs and let out another little moan. “Subscribe for more!” she said.
I opened the door suddenly and she jumped, crying “Oh my god!” and trying to put her phone away.
“Jack!” she said, “Hum… Are you okay?”
“I guess…” I said.
“Hum… Did you…”
“I guess I did…”
“I… It was nothing, don’t worry…” She looked embarrassed.
“It didn’t look like nothing…” I said.
“It looked like you were filming some OnlyFans vids in my parent’s living-room?”
“Are… aren’t you a little young to know what that is?” she said, half-defiantly.
“Hum, no, I’m 16… Believe me, I know…”
“Okay, well… Don’t…”
“Tell my parents?”
“I think they’d like to know…”
“No! Please! They’d never call me again!”
“And they’d probably tell your parents…”
“No! Just… Don’t tell them, okay? It was just a stupid video…”
“You know what they’d do to you if they knew you were doing that in their home?”
“You’d definitely get a spanking…”
“You know… A spanking? Over the knees…”
“I… I don’t…”
“What are you saying exactly, Jack?”
“I’m saying, Lucille, that if you don’t want me to tell, then you have to let me give you a spanking!”
“Fair enough,” I shrugged, and took my phone out, “I’ll call them right now…”
I held the phone up, my finger next to the ‘call’ icon. “Your choice…”
“Fine! Fine! Don’t tell them… My parents would kill me…”
With a grin, I pulled out a chair from the table and sat on it. She looked at me, paralysed. I could see a lot of things going through her head.
“Well?” I said “I can still call them if you prefer…”
“No!” she said, and came towards me. I indicated my lap and, blushing, she came down over it. She was wearing a pair of tight denim shorts over her round ass, and I could feel her chest pressing against my thigh. She was hot, and having her at my mercy made it even hotter. I’m sure she could feel what effect she was already having on me, but she said nothing. I patted her bottom a few time, getting a good feel of her round cheeks, then slapped her hard in the middle of her ass.
“Oww!” she cried, “Okay, are you done?”
“Are you kidding?” I said, “That was one slap!” To demonstrate, I gave her another, and another, and another. She tensed and I grabbed her waist a little more firmly. I kept slapping her bottom, feeling the rough fabric under my hand. She started kicking her legs a little, and protested wordlessly.
“Jack, please…” she said after a few dozen slaps. “You… You’ve had your fun!…”
“Oh I don’t think so… If you don’t want me to tell, then your shorts are coming down!”
“What? But… But…”
“I need to check that your ass is properly red” I said with a grin, and continued to spank her.
“No, please…” she begged.
“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.”
I stopped slapping and grabbed the waistband of her shorts, pulling them up tight against her crotch. “Unbutton these and come back down” I said, trying to sound as authoritarian as I could. It probably worked, because she didn’t protest anymore and gingerly pulled her shorts down, revealing a little skimpy white thong. We both blushed.
“I’m keeping that on,” she said, I nodded.
Not that it hid any of her gorgeous ass, to be fair, and it was already starting to get quite red. I held her back down and started spanking her again, harder this time, watching her cheeks bounce as she moaned and cried out. I spanked her down her thighs as well, making her yelp with pain. The more I spanked her round ass, the redder it became, until she really started crying and begging me to stop.
When I finally let her go, her ass was engraved in my memory forever. She rubbed it thoroughly in front of me, probably not even thinking about it, and pulled her shorts back up with a sniffle. She didn’t look at me, her gaze fixed on the floor.
“Your parents will be home soon,” she said.
“I’ll be in my room,” I said with a smile.
“Do you want me to subscribe to your OnlyFans, then?” I said with a wide grin.
She flipped me the bird, “Don’t push it, Jack!”
My parents never guessed what happened. In fact, Lucille is going to come back tomorrow night. I’m looking forward to it!
[No cats were harmed in the making of this blog. They all love to be spanked.] Exploring the psychology 'behind' spanking through fiction and poetry. Because, nothing says 'I love you' better than a red, sore, bare bottom. Comments welcome and discussion encouraged. I believe spanking between consenting adults leads to closer and more intimate relationships. Spanking is not a kink, not a fetish, not a lifestyle, but rather, a healthy and honest means of communication. Let your mind free and respect will follow. Contact me email@example.com