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EROTICA: Sitter Discipline: Three Very Naughty Stories

A babysitter is meant to be keeping the kids well-behaved, but when the man of the house discovers she’s the one getting out of line, he needs to take matters into his own hands …

Even with three full-length stories of steamy, exquisite discipline, this bundle will leave you desperate for more!

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, wealthy, powerful, and well-hung older men and the fertile younger women employed in their homes, spanking, discipline, multiple partners and rough group sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

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Excerpt:

He stood up and came around behind her. His hand positioned her waist, pushing her ass further outwards and her torso down into a more humiliating posture. His touch was strong and authoritative against her trembling stomach.

“Lift your skirt up.”

Her face burned more hotly as she reached back and lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist, exposing her panties.

She couldn’t stifle a gasp of chagrin as she felt his fingers hook into the waistline of the panties and pull them down her thighs, leaving her suddenly and mortifyingly uncovered. She stood there frozen, holding up her own skirt to expose herself for the man about to spank her.

As she felt the cool air of the room playing across her bare ass and pussy, she realized with a tremble that she was wet. Not just a little wet, but very wet.

Mr. Green’s hand ran lightly over the full, tight curve of her ass. His fingertips made her skin tingle as they passed over her, effortlessly and perhaps unintentionally communicating how thoroughly he had come to control her, mind and body.

“This will happen every time you are bad,” he said. “Every time you are lazy or apathetic to the job you were hired to do. You will be spanked. I will bring you into my kitchen and you will lift up your skirt for me and then I will punish you just like I am about to do now. I don’t care if my children hear you. They know what happens to rule breakers in this house. Do you understand?”

“Yes – yes, sir,” she said, her voice halfway between a whimper and a moan.

“Good. Count for me.”

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Punishing the Sitter

Sometimes Mr. Lincoln worries he’s too hard on the pretty young college student he hires to babysit his son. But he pays Lacey well and wants the best for his son, and when she messes up he makes sure she knows it.

Lacey doesn’t love being scolded, but she’s learned to look up to her handsome, wealthy boss. She wants to make him happy with her. But her new boyfriend is only off one night this week, and when he calls her to offer to drop by, she can only hold out for so long.

And when Mr. Lincoln walks in on the two of them getting hot and heavy in his own living room, he decides its time to show the horny young woman who’s really in charge … and he’s going to keep her boyfriend around to make sure she gets the message …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, discipline and physical punishment, multiple partners, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

This was beyond humiliating. She closed her eyes, burying her face in her outstretched arms. She couldn’t bear to look at Clay. Why did this all have to be happening in front of him?

But Mr. Lincoln apparently wasn’t satisfied with how things were going.

“This isn’t quite getting the job done,” she heard him observe. “There’s too much padding.”

She gasped again as she felt his fingers tracing around beneath the waistline of her skirt. He found the clasp and opened it, and her skirt fell loosely down her thighs and fell at her ankles, leaving her totally and utterly naked.

“There,” he said. “That should get more to the meat of the matter.”

His hand came down again and the sharp sound was like a gunshot. She moaned in pain and blinked water from her eyes.

“Thank you, sir,” she managed to whimper after a moment.

“Yes, that was much better,” he said.

She stiffened as she felt him rest a hand on her ass. He felt her full, firm cheeks and traced the curve down to her thigh, exploring and evaluating his misbehaving young babysitter. She was intensely aware of her nakedness, with her reddened ass and bare pussy stuck out in her boss’s home.

“Well,” Mr. Lincoln murmured. “I see your boyfriend at least got you nice and wet before I interrupted the proceedings.”

She froze, her thighs clamped together and mortification stamped across her burning, hidden face. She couldn’t bear to respond.

“Or maybe you just really like being put in your place. Maybe you really like being told you’re a bad girl. Is that it, Lacey?”

She tried to lie. She mouthed the words, but no sound came out.

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Disciplining the Sitter

Mr. Aspen is used to being the one in charge, but ever since he sold the shares of his company for millions he’s lost his outlet of control. When he hires Sophia, the young, bubbly nineteen year old to look after his children in the evenings, he sees the danger immediately. He knows its wrong to want her, but her ripe body and charming innocence have already captured him in a way nothing has in a long time.

Sophia enjoys babysitting, and at first she’s simply eager to meet the high standards her handsome boss sets for her. But as his form of discipline takes a turn for the intense, his approval becomes all that matters.

It’s obvious he enjoys toying with her and she’d be happy to let him, if she weren’t so afraid of how much it turns her on …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, discipline and physical punishment, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He finished the pile. “Three wrinkles. It could have been worse.”

Her face flaming, Sophia stared in dismay at the three slightly wrinkled shirts he had extracted, and then slowly raised her eyes to meet his steady gaze.

“Yes, sir.”

“Your choice.”

She looked down at herself. She was wearing her favorite medium-length skirt with a soft cotton top and a low-cut sweater.

The first was easy. She pulled her sweater over her head and paused to neaten her hair before handing the garment over to him.

The second, too, could have been worse. She stepped out of her shoes and drew her winter panty-hose down her thighs and peeled them from her feet. As she started to hand them over, her fingers brushed the crotch and she was mortified to feel they were noticeably damp. She was so wet she had soaked through her panties. Why did he always affect her that way, and most of all during these little discipline sessions?

“Is there a problem?”

Her face burned almost impossibly red as she looked up at him. “Ah, no, sir. Sorry, sir.” She held out the pantyhose and he took them.

He watched her speculatively as she studied herself desperately to find a third item that would leave her respectably clothed.

It was a cold night. She couldn’t go home without shoes or a shirt. And she certainly couldn’t take off her skirt.

Resigning herself to the humiliation, she reached back and unsnapped her bra through the cloth of her top. She pulled her arms in and managed to work the straps around her elbows and extract the black silk push-up bra. It seemed like the single most humiliating way imaginable to reveal that she had been trying to dress up for him. She hadn’t even really been conscious of it herself, but now here it was, dangling from her hand.

“Thank you, Sophia,” he said, taking the bra and running his gaze unabashedly over her. His eyes lingered on her soft breasts, their naked shape unobscured by the thin cotton of her shirt. The room was cold and the feeling of her nakedness in front of him was undeniably affecting her. She could feel her nipples stiffening, becoming painfully obvious through the thin covering. She shifted a little, now not at all surprised that the pantyhose had been damp.

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Spanking the Sitter

Young, beautiful, and used to getting her way, Sandy assumes her new job watching Mr. Green’s kids will be a pretty effortless way to make a bit of money.

But when Mr. Green walks in on the chaos that she has allowed to take over his home, he decides the pretty young sitter he’s hired needs a bit more hands-on motivation. His methods change everything for the inexperienced young woman, and his strong discipline starts to dominate Sandy’s confused thoughts … and desires.

She lives in fear of the day he’ll find out his punishments turn her on, and what he’ll do when her secret is finally uncovered …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, discipline and physical punishment, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He stood up and came around behind her. His hand positioned her waist, pushing her ass further outwards and her torso down into a more humiliating posture. His touch was strong and authoritative against her trembling stomach.

“Lift your skirt up.”

Her face burned more hotly as she reached back and lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist, exposing her panties.

She couldn’t stifle a gasp of chagrin as she felt his fingers hook into the waistline of the panties and pull them down her thighs, leaving her suddenly and mortifyingly uncovered. She stood there frozen, holding up her own skirt to expose herself for the man about to spank her.

As she felt the cool air of the room playing across her bare ass and pussy, she realized with a tremble that she was wet. Not just a little wet, but very wet.

Mr. Green’s hand ran lightly over the full, tight curve of her ass. His fingertips made her skin tingle as they passed over her, effortlessly and perhaps unintentionally communicating how thoroughly he had come to control her, mind and body.

“This will happen every time you are bad,” he said. “Every time you are lazy or apathetic to the job you were hired to do. You will be spanked. I will bring you into my kitchen and you will lift up your skirt for me and then I will punish you just like I am about to do now. I don’t care if my children hear you. They know what happens to rule breakers in this house. Do you understand?”

“Yes – yes, sir,” she said, her voice halfway between a whimper and a moan.

“Good. Count for me.”

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