Babysitters Erotica Collection(58)

“No moving around, pretty lady,” Ben said, as he placed his right arm over Rain’s back. The other arm, of course, he used for spanking her bare bottom. He ran his left hand-the spanking arm-over her smooth round buttocks. Such delectable flesh. He was almost sorry he had to make them red and splotchy, but there was something about the angry red marks against the smooth white skin of her behind that greatly aroused him.

He spanked her again, still using the brief but smart method of spanking. She began to wriggle, and he pushed her back down again. “Keep still,” he told her. “Keep still, or I’ll use something else to smack you with.”

Rain had a deep fear for marks and scars on her skin. Ben’s threat worked, and although against her will, she stayed put and didn’t move an inch as his palm flew from the air and on to her buttocks several times.

Ben was almost in a frenzy now. His open palm flew up, down, and went smack! against Rain’s bottom. There was something incredibly arousing about the spanking, and he wondered why he had never thought of it when he and Rain were starting out. Well, no use thinking of what could have and should have been now. He raised his palm and brought it down harder this time. The smart slapping sound filled the air. Rain cried out, and this time, her cry was positively filled with pain. There was none of the erotic undertones that had riddled the air when Ben was pumping into her only several minutes ago.

“I know you like this, Rain,” Ben said, striking Rain’s bottom with each word. Her cries and moans filled the air, yet he wasn’t worried. He knew how much the babysitter was enjoying this. No, he felt her immensely enjoying the spanking. His lap was wet with her fluids now. The girl was aroused and getting more soaked by the minute. He understood how she felt although it was he who was doing the spanking. Being spanked was humiliating, edging on degrading. But it was also fascinating. There was something about submitting oneself to another that did wonders to one’s libido.

Ben believed that was what Rain was going through. He didn’t mind. It was only through his babysitter that he was able to live out some of his wildest sexual fantasies. Spanking happened to be one of them. He had thought of doing that to his wife, and he had actually brought up the idea once. She had rejected it faster than he could blink. He hadn’t brought it up since then.

The more Ben spanked, the wetter Rain’s pussy became. Her fair, white bottom was now bright red and covered with angry swollen splotches here and there. Her skin was raw and looked red enough to sting. Still Ben didn’t let up. His arm was getting tired and his palm was beginning to hurt and turn red itself. Still he went on spanking Rain. She, for her part, went on crying out loud. She sounded as if she was wailing. Ben was no longer worried though. The music had gotten louder downstairs, and so were the guests’ laughter. He supposed the alcoholic drinks have done their thing now. People sounded as if they were getting bolder and tipsier by the minute.



Briefly he wondered if Valerie was looking for him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Val had her plate full tonight. Some of the guests were her buddies from high school. He knew they were catching up like mad on their lives, giggling and shrieking as if they were still in high school themselves. So, no, his wife wasn’t looking for him.

“It hurts,” Rain whimpered. “Ben, it hurts. Stop it now, please stop.” Her actions were the opposite of her words, though, as she raised her swollen bottom a bit while she spoke. The sight made him laugh. The babysitter still wanted more and more!

“I’m not stopping until I say so, Rain,” Ben said. She screamed as another set of blows came down her behind, this time harder, faster, and stronger than the previous blows. Her screams aroused him. His already stiff cock grew stiffer and harder, brushing against the mound of her cunt, which was soaking wet and giving off juice like it would never stop. He would have to enter her soon. But not until she got the most sexual beating of her life.

Rain was wriggling now, trying to get off his lap. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled hard. She shrieked again but stopped moving. She was so wet now. She felt violated and humiliated, being spanked like that, like she was a little girl who did an awful, awful thing. But with the shame came the deep well of arousal. She was consumed with lust at every smack that came down her behind. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted him inside her now. The smacks were becoming painful-really, she wondered how on earth would she be able to sit, lie down, and walk these coming days-but the delicious undertone of arousal was in each and every smack. The pain was also surprisingly turning her on. She no longer thought of it as pain, in fact. For her, the pain had become almost synonymous with erotic ecstasy, a kind of drug that she wanted to have and never stop having.