Babysitter, Spanked

Story Excerpt

She wasn’t supposed to arrive early. The babysitter was meant to show up with my wife and kids, not barge in while I was unpacking at the Cape house. But once she did, the quiet retreat I had planned was gone. She filled the rooms with noise, attitude, and temptation… cutoffs riding high, tank tops clinging, her bratty smirk daring me to react. When I caught her with my erotic fiction manuscript, moaning through my words about spanking, I knew the game had changed. She wanted to test me. She wanted discipline. And I couldn’t resist teaching her exactly what happens to a brat who doesn’t respect the rules. Over my knee, red and crying, bent to take every inch, this babysitter was about to learn obedience the hard way. And once I started, there was no stopping.