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.