At times I can be too much of a smart aleck for my own good. I do babysitting quite frequently. I've continued to do it even though I've left school and am now working full time. It can mean a few useful untaxed dollars, and they all help as I was saving for a trip to Europe. I'm eighteen now and I intend to be in Europe before I'm in my twenties.
This particular night I was sitting for Mr Bedford. His wife was away on a business trip and he wanted a night off from child minding and didn't mind paying top rates for an experienced sitter, such as myself.
Mr Bedford (call me Charles) was a nice enough guy. Tall, reasonably good looks, a good personality and a funny sense of humour. I should have remembered that funny sense of humour before I tried to get smart with him.
Once the kids were asleep I hopped onto the family computer and got into Facebook for a while. After that I poked around on the PC, just snooping, as you do on a strange PC. Nothing much on it, naturally, but I did come across a folder of photos of nudes. Nothing really pornographic, but it was a bit unexpected. I made a mental note that it existed and went on to other things.
When Charles got home he made us a cup of tea and then I was ready to go home. He was digging in his wallet for my pay when I pulled my little stunt.
"Oh, while I think of it, Charles," I said. "There'll be a special surcharge of fifty dollars for tonight."
He's like, "Ay, what?"
"It's for the shock to my system finding those pornographic photos on the PC and to keep my mouth shut where your wife is concerned."
I gave him a really bright smile, not really expecting to get an extra fifty. I did get something.
"Oh, really," said Charles. "And did you happen to see the pictures of a pert young woman getting her bottom spanked?"
I giggled and shook my head, thinking that was the end of it. I then found out that it was just the beginning.
"Then this will be an exciting new experience for you," said Charles, and with that he plonked himself back down on the chair and yanked me across his knee.
I was kicking and giggling, not expecting more than a friendly swat on the bottom. It came, sure enough, and I squealed, because it stung. Then I squealed some more, because the spanking kept going. The brute rained half a dozen hard swats to my bottom, and each one of them stung. I was squealing and kicking my legs, for all the good that did.
Then Charles swung me back to my feet. I was standing there, rubbing my behind indignantly and glaring at him. I was about to say that it was a bit much, wasn't it, when Charles just hooked his fingers under the waist of my yoga pants and pulled them down. I was lucky my panties didn't go with them.
Then I was back over his knee and the spanking started up again, but now the spanks were landing on what was effectively a bare bum, and they hurt. I was squealing louder now, and trying to wriggle off his lap. Half a dozen more spanks I got, and then he allowed me up.
