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🕑 Added 2021-01-06 02:44:35 +0000 UTC EROTIC TUESDAY- the nanny cam "Yes, of course it is! I'll telling you the truth. Why would I lie to you." She started to cry. As much as it hurt me to watch the tears fall down her face, I was prepared for this. I pushed a box of tissues across the table to her. "It's ok” I said, giving her a moment to calm herself. "It is?" "I believe you." "Good," she said, dabbing the streaks of mascara from her face, "because I don't know what you're talking about." "But would you agree that part of your job is being prepared for emergencies while my son is asleep?" "Yes," she said, growing suspicious again. "And would you agree that if you weren't prepared for an emergency, I'd have grounds to fire you?" She paused for a moment. "Yes, I guess you would." I picked up the remote control. "Then would you please explain how this situation demonstrates your emergency preparedness?" I pressed play. The big-screen TV was filled with an image of Porchia on her back on the very sofa I was sitting on, pussy skewered obscenely with a vibrator. She looked marvellous. "Fuck yes," she moaned onscreen, in a low whisper, "fuck me!" The Porchia sitting on the chair turned bright red, leaped up and grabbed at the remote. "You TAPED me! You fucking perverted bastard! I'm going to the police!" I tried to defuse the situation by handing her the remote. She pressed pause, but not before the woman onscreen let out a final obscenity: a long, trailing, whispered "fuuuuck!" "Go ahead," I said, "I'll have them book you for my sons endangerment. This is my house, and I can videotape whatever I want." "You bastard," she spat, throwing the remote against the couch so hard it bounced back and hit the floor with a crack, "you fucking bastard!" "Porchia," I said, "how can you call me those names after what I heard you say in the video? Should I rewind and refresh your memory?" "Fuck you." "Seems like that's what you want," I grinned. She stormed towards the door. "Hold it a sec," I said, "don't you think there's a way we can settle this?" "You mean like sex? I knew that's where this was going. I might have had kind of a crush on you before, but there's no way I'm letting you anywhere close to me now." "Relax," I said, "I've got a way that we can resolve this, without sex, and you can keep working for me." Her hand dropped from the doorknob. "I'll just punish you." "Punish me?" "Spank you." I let my words hang in the air for a moment. She was quiet, as if considering my proposal. "Spank me?" "Spank you." "How?" "Over my lap," I said. "With your hand?" "At first." "And then?" "With my belt." She looked at the floor. "Your belt?" "My belt." "Over my skirt?" "No," I said, "I don't think so. I think it would have to be on your bare..." I paused for a moment, "...bottom." "No!" she looked at me defiantly. "Yes! Or you can go now and I'll call all of your references and offer to forward them the video." She put her hand on the doorknob for a moment, then let it drop. "How many?" "How many what?" "How many...," her voice trailed off, mascara-stained eyes dropping to the floor once again, "spanks?" "I don't think it would be right to negotiate that in advance. I think you'll just have to trust that I give you an appropriate but not excessive punishment." She was silent. "You can stop it whenever you want," I said, "but if you do, the deal is off of course." She bit her bottom lip for a moment, furrowing her brow before she mumbled "ok." "What was that?" "Ok." "Ok!" I said, standing from the sofa, "I suggest we get started right away." . "Don't go anywhere," I said, heading to the kitchen to grab a chair and two scarves, which I stuffed into my pockets. When I returned, she was sitting on the couch again, still avoiding eye contact. "Alright," I said, putting the chair down and taking a seat in it, "please take off your panties." She gave me a pained look. "Yes, go ahead," I said, "we already agreed that you'd be spanked without them. Now please take them off and hand them to me." Ashley 's pale skin turned bright red. "I --," she began. "Not your skirt," I added, "just the panties." Slowly, reluctantly, she stood and wriggled out of her panties, doing her best to avoid exposing her legs as she worked them down over her shapely ass. Still in her boots, she stepped out of the panties skilfully, leaving them a heap on the floor. Then she looked at me. "Bring them to me," I commanded. She sneered at me before bending down just enough to grab the tiny black thong Lying on the floor. "Here," she said, crossing the room towards me and offering me her panties with a look of disgust. "Thank you," I said, taking hold of the panties bringing them to my nose to inhale her scent then putting them in my pocket. Her eyes widened. "Don't worry, I'll return them!" I said. She was standing in front of me now, a curvy figure of feminine perfection. I took a moment to admire the curve of her breasts as they heaved against her black bra. Her breathing was definitely faster than normal. "Ok," she said, "let's get this over with." "Agreed." She stood there waiting. "So what do you want me to do? Bend over or something?" I chuckled. "What's so funny?" "As much as I'd like to see that, we agreed on an over-the-knee spanking, didn't we?" "I know," she said, "it's just that it's so..." "So what?" "Humiliating." "But that's part of the fun!" "For you maybe," she sneered. "For you too. Maybe," I smiled. "Fuck you," she spat. "We'll see about that." "You already made that joke." "Sorry. Then I guess we'll have to stop joking around and get on with it." She sneered at me, sticking out her tongue halfway like a petulant teenager. "Over my lap." Slowly, carefully, she walked to my right and then bent gingerly forward, gradually letting her exquisite body balance across my legs. I had an incredible view of her ass, which was, admittedly, still covered by a skirt. When I reached down to peel it off, she swatted my hands away. "Can I ask what you're doing?" I asked. "I thought you were going to spank me, not undress me," she said. "Yes," I said, "on the bare bottom." "Alright," she said, reluctantly, "go ahead." I slowly peeled back her skirt to reveal her shapely bare ass. Pale and pristine, it was simply a marvel to behold. She was truly a beautiful woman. Smack! I let the first blow fall without warning, squarely on her right bum cheek. Porchia let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a yelp. As I slowly removed my hand from her burning skin, I saw that I'd left a red palm print. SMACK! I tried to duplicate my handiwork on the other side. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, grabbing at me with her right hand while steadying herself against the floor with her left, "that fucking hurt!" "As well it should have." SMACK! SMACK! Porchia squealed as I delivered two more blows to the same two areas, leaving two even redder palm prints on her rear. She was panting now. "You know what, Porchia?" I said, swatting her hands away from her throbbing backside, "I think you're going to enjoy yourself by the time we're done here." I grabbed her wrists, holding them together in my left hand as I landed two more blows across her backside. She shrieked. "FUCK! YOU ASSHOLE!" "Ashley, if you keep fighting me, I'm going to have to secure your hands." She kicked her legs in protest, but stopped resisting with her arms. "Good girl." I paused for a moment before delivering two more blows in rapid succession, each hard enough to make my palm smart. SMACK! SMACK! "OOOOOWWW!" she moaned, kicking her legs and struggling against me once again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I followed up with four more blows, equally distributed between her two cheeks, but moving downward from my starting point and approaching the delicious place where her legs met and her red haired well-trimmed pussy was starting to appear. "FUCK!" she moaned, "GOD DAMN IT!" Then she began to sob quietly. "Are we done yet?" she asked between sobs. "Not yet," I said, massaging her beautiful buttocks, working just to the edge of her pussy before withdrawing my hand once more, "we have to move on to the belt, remember?" "Do we have to?" "That was the agreement." "Couldn't I just," she paused, "couldn't I just do something for you instead?" "Do something for me?" "Something else?" "Like?" "I could give you a blowjob." "Give me a blowjob? You mean suck my cock?" "Yes," she muttered, "if you'll stop spanking me." "That's a great idea," I said, "the part about the blowjob. But I think before I take you up on it I'm going to finish spanking you." "Fucker." SMACK! SMACK! With the next two blows, I reduced Porchia to her blubbering state once again. But I also noticed something. She was trying to position herself in such a way that her pussy would be more exposed. Its glistening surface told me I was right. "Porchia” I said, "you're wet!" Then I reached a finger between her legs, probing her moist slit. Her gasp let me know that my intrusion was more than welcome. Her hips bucked backward towards my hand, as if involuntarily. I probed deeper with one finger, along her slit towards her clitoris, teasing it gently for a moment before withdrawing. She let out a high-pitched moan. Then I pressed my right thumb into her, watching her buttocks tense as I found her G- spot. I massaged it for a few moments before pulling my thumb back out again and running two fingers along her clitoris. Then, without warning, I started the spanking once more. SMACK! SMACK! This time, her groans were of also of pleasure, not only pain. THE END.
