Spanking the Secretary

He stood back, running a hand over the curve of my ass and the back of my thigh. “Alright, my little misbehaver. Panties off.”

Laurie’s new boss is painfully handsome, and try as she might, she just can’t keep her mind focused on her work when he’s around. Worst of all, he’s starting to notice the effect he has, and toying with his blushing assistant is quickly becoming his favorite game.

He loves how embarrassed she gets when he jokes that she needs a spanking, but she never thought he’d really go through with it.

He’s going to show her how wrong she is, and how good being wrong can feel …

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Excerpt:

My blush renewed tenfold and my eyes darted up to his own deep, probing eyes. There was something in them … hunger or desire for something. “Do I need – a spanking?” I repeated.

He put a hand to my chin and raised my face to look at him. My eyes rose shyly and gazed into his handsome face. I had never been so close to him. Every breath was that familiar, intoxicating scent. I was trembling a little against his touch. I had lost track of where his stern sense of discipline ended and where his simple desire to have his hands on my body began. Both were clear and unhidden on that face that had so often dominated my thoughts.

“I – I guess so,” I breathed quietly.

“You guess so, sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

He pointed behind himself towards the desk. “Well, I wouldn’t want to think I’ve been going easy on you.”

“No, sir,” I agreed almost inaudibly.

He stepped aside and I moved to the desk on trembling legs, unsure if I was embarrassed or afraid or helplessly turned on. The answer was undeniably all three at once. I could feel the heat in my body. A little dribble of wetness escaped my hot folds and seeped into the fabric of my panties.

I put my hands out to feel the smooth, cold surface of the desk and shuffled my feet back a little to bend over. But it seemed he was serious, and had no interest in my faltering half-measures. He put a strong hand on my hip and pushed me back and out until I was bent far over at the waist, my ass thrust out and my head between my arms. My breath felt high and tight in my chest as I stared down at the floor.


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Spanking the Teacher’s Pet

Amanda might be used to getting her way, but soon the would-be bully is going to find out she likes getting pushed up against a desk and learning some manners, too.

Amanda’s discovered a dirty little secret about one of her classmates, and she thinks her victim will do anything to keep it quiet. But as soon as she puts her scheme into action, the whole thing backfires. Now she’s been asked to stay after class by a professor who’s more than willing to put a student like her in her place.

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Excerpt:

He spanked me again. “You’ve been forgetting to count,” he chided me.

“S – sorry, sir,” I moaned.

His hand traced up the inside of my thigh. I gasped as it caressed over my hot, swollen lips. He paused, and retraced his steps with teasing fingers. I screwed my eyes shut and bit my lip to keep from making a sound as I buried my face in my arm. But even that wasn’t enough to stifle my gasp of amazement and ecstasy as he slid a finger into my wet hole. It slipped in easily. God I was so wet.

“Well,” he said, dominating my thoughts with his stroking finger, “I guess you’re getting a little distracted. You seem to like being called a bad girl.”

I couldn’t answer. I was grinding my hips back into his hand, only aware of how good it felt. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting this and more.

“You like being taught a few manners,” he went on. “Tell me you do.”

“I – like it, sir,” I gasped.

“You like getting it rough.”

“Yes, sir. Ohhh fuck!” I pressed my face harder into my arm, trying not to give in to the writhing pleasure inside me. It was too much. How on earth could I think straight?


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Caught in Class

Katie used to think Professor Wilkins was a nice guy. He’s young for a college professor and mouthwateringly handsome. The girls in her class joke about staying after for extra attention. But when he catches Katie copying off another student, she finds out in a hurry that being on his bad side can be intense.

He’s not shy about showing the pretty nineteen year old who’s boss in more ways than one. And when his methods make a big impression on her, another professor wants to help take the inexperienced young woman to her full potential …

That’s what college is about, right?

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Excerpt:

Her tits and clit felt full and sensitive for the rest of the day, and the moment she was back at her dorm before dinner, she had to indulge herself again. The memory of that hungry, dominant gaze of Professor Wilkins – the way his eyes over her body with an undisguised look of ownership – was enough to get her instantly wet.

She had never thought of herself as obsessed with sex, but suddenly it was always on her mind. She couldn’t remember for the life of her what Mr. Wilkins had been trying to teach her. She just knew that she wanted more of something she should absolutely, positively not want more of. It was wrong. She wasn’t supposed to have enjoyed it, was she? It was supposed to have chastened her, but instead it made her voracious.

Professor Wilkins, it turned out, had no intention of letting her off so easily. At the next class after their little session together, he had told her he expected her back at the end of each day to clean up the classroom.

It was almost torture: reporting to his classroom knowing what had happened there, and instead spend the half an hour or more just picking up pieces of paper, scrubbing desks, and emptying trash. Professor Wilkins was usually working at his desk, keeping a casual eye on her as she worked. Being alone with him was now an intense experience for her, and she finished each little cleaning session as wet and horny as she had ever been before the older man had unleashed this side of her.

It was only a matter of time before her distractions took their toll in her other coursework. It was two weeks after this had all started that Professor Lancaster asked her to stay back to talk to him about her recent statistics exam.

Needless to say, Katie, scoring a 57 on a major exam is not the way to a decent grade in my class, he concluded.

Oh please, Professor, isn’t there something I could do for a bit of extra credit? she begged.

He considered it. In the past, I’ve been lenient on students who show me a real desire to improve. Tests from earlier in the year can be weighted less if you really commit yourself to learning the material. How about we schedule a couple study sessions to see if we can’t get you back on track and take it from there?

Inwardly she groaned. More time pretending to care about statistics? But outwardly she beamed and smiled. Oh thank you, Professor, she said. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. Maybe there would be a way to project enthusiasm without having to waste time on these extra sessions.

So when Professor Lancaster offered to meet with her on Wednesday, she explained with exaggerated regret that she was going to be working with Professor Wilkins that afternoon.

It was a convenient excuse, and it seemed Professor Lancaster would take it at face value. Over the next week or so he offered several more times they might meet to help her improve, but each time she had to say with great disappointment that Professor Wilkins had her working a lot of projects just now – in fact it was probably why she hadn’t been able to study for the statistics exam – and she just couldn’t meet then.

It seemed like there was only so long before Professor Lancaster would give up. After all, she was only one of almost a hundred students.

But Professor Lancaster was a very generous man who cared about his students, and he hated to see any of them fall through the cracks. On the other hand, he was certainly not a fool. He was in his late thirties, sharp, intense, and popular. And when something seemed strange to him, he got to the bottom of it.


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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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Picking up the Sitter

How Rachel ended up babysitting for the most eligible single father in the greater metro area, she still doesn’t really understand.

Pierce Krakauer is any girl’s dream, and twice a week the handsome thirty-five year old personally gives her a ride home after babysits his infant son. She can’t help but fantasize, especially with the way he flirts shamelessly with her, but the pretty young nineteen year old is still grown up enough to know that nothing real could ever happen.

But when she gets stranded downtown in the rain after the last bus of the night, he’s the only one who picks up the phone. All sorts of things of rules suddenly seem ready to be broken and the restraint he’s always shown seems to be wearing thin …

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Excerpt:

She nodded, chastened.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “I was getting pretty scared.”

“I’m very, very glad I was there.”

She blinked back another tear. Why was she so emotional? She had never in a million years suspected he would care this much one way or another. Maybe all this time she hadn’t been the only one who valued their time together.

“You’re always so good to me,” she went on. “I just wish I knew how to …”

He reached out and brushed away a tear that she hadn’t quite managed to blink away. His hand rested under her chin, and suddenly she was looking him in the face, into his eyes, perfect hazel clouded with concern and soft with affection. Of all the parts of him she’d admired and dwelled on, how had she never noticed such beautiful eyes?

“You’re a really incredible man,” she said simply. “I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

He smiled. “A lot of people seem to say that to me. It means a lot more coming from you.”

She shrugged off her coat, warming after the chill wetness of the weather. She saw his eyes flick down over the revealing dress she’d worn for the evening. His gaze lingered on its plunging neckline that revealed the tops of her soft breasts and the way the fabric clung to her hips.

“I just wish I had something I could give back, you know?” she said, following his eyes. “Some way to show you how much I appreciate you. I guess a silly girl like me doesn’t have much.”

She could see that desire in his eyes again, the look she practically lived for these days, but she knew he wouldn’t put a hand on her. It was wrong. She knew it was wrong.


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Tempted by the Sitter

Laura’s job babysitting for the Glasgows didn’t start out smoothly, but the twenty year old partygirl is starting to appreciate the work she never expected to want. She’s wild and free-spirited, but the man of the house makes her want to behave. A smile of his approval and affection still puts butterflies in her stomach after working for him for a month.

At first Mr. Glasgow doesn’t have a lot of patience for the irresponsible young woman he’s hired. But it isn’t long before her young charm and soft, inviting body are starting to bring back desires he hasn’t felt in years. When Laura loses track of time at a party and has to show up for work dressed in an outrageously revealing top and miniskirt, it’s the final straw for the man who always thought he had more self-control …

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Excerpt:

“So it’s the dad you like,” Nina guessed shrewdly.

Laura felt herself instantly turn red. “What? No, it’s not – I don’t!”

“Really?”

Laura fought to regain her composure. “He’s like a million years old and he’s married.”

“Older guys are sexy,” Nina said. “How old is he really.”

“I don’t know, forty, I guess.”

“That’s not old at all. Is he handsome?”

Laura struggled to think of a way to sound convincing. “Well, not … yeah, I guess he is.”

“What did you say his name was?” Sandy asked.

“Mr. Glasgow.”

Sandy pulled out her phone and had found a local article about him in less than thirty seconds. “Damn,” she said, holding up the accompanying picture.

“Jesus Christ!” Nina sucked in her breath. “No wonder his wife gets territorial. Look at that jaw line!”

Laura was now a deep red and would have liked to change the subject, but her friends were having none of it. She took a long drink of her margarita to hide her embarrassment.


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Craving the Sitter

Nineteen and about to start as a freshman at the state university, Sarah isn’t the little girl Mr. Collins used to know. The daughter of his old college friend has blossomed into a beautiful young woman, and he’s uncomfortable with how aware of that he is. He knows it’s perfectly normal for a young, curious teen to dress to catch a man’s eye, he just wishes that eye weren’t his.

Sarah loves babysitting for Mr. Collins. She gets to feel a part of the family of the man she’s always looked up to. But she’s noticed a distance growing between them. In her most secret thoughts, she wonders if he thinks about her the way she sometimes thinks about him, but the more provocatively she dresses, the less he seems to look at her.

But the innocent young woman doesn’t realize how close to the flame she’s flying, and the mature, well-hung older man is a lot more than Sarah’s bargained for. It seems only a matter of time before she pushes him beyond his limit. It won’t matter how wrong it is. All he wants is her, and he’ll give her everything she can take, faster and harder than she ever expected.

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Excerpt:

Grant Collins had had a long day, and it was well after ten o’clock when he pulled into the driveway of the big house on Wabash.

It was a lavish building – more space than they really needed, he sometimes thought. But since assuming CFO duties, the money came in so fast that it seemed a shame not to spend it on something his family could enjoy and take pride in. He was glad he had been able to find something so nice without going far from the old neighborhood.

It didn’t quite feel like home yet, but it would soon.

He saw the dark outline of a person move past one of the windows. He instantly felt his mood lift a bit, knowing that outline would be Sarah, relaxing after an evening of watching the kids. He’d never say as much, but she was as big a part as anything in his not wanting to transplant too far away. As much as he loved his boys, in a way he’d always think of her as just as much his daughter as they were his sons.

He’d been friends with her father since college, when Grant had been the young up-and-coming tailback that the veteran fullback had taken under his wing and shown the ropes.

Since those days, success hadn’t come as easily to his old friend, but Grant had to hand it to him: he’d raised a hell of a daughter. Sarah was an exceptionally sweet girl: warm, chipper, and helplessly cute. She always had a smile on her face, and it was impossible not to smile along with her.

Moving too far away to see her regularly would have been like estranging his own family. He was already smiling as he opened the door.

He stepped inside and felt his stomach clench. Sarah had looked up from her seat on the sofa in the living room beyond.

All the warm, innocent memories of her as a girl flew out of his head in an instant, replaced by a now all too familiar dread.

His little Sarah stood up and made her way down the hall. He’d tried to ignore the changes in her body over the past several years, but recently she seemed determined – intentionally or not – to make that impossible.

She was dressed in a tank top and very, very short shorts. Her toned, tan thighs rounded into the most perfect ass as they disappeared under the tightly stretched denim. The tank top was loose and thin, and it was painfully obvious that she was wearing no bra beneath it. Her young, perky breasts were nestled against her folded arms, and their soft shape and nipples were perfectly visible even in the imperfect light that spilled out into the foyer. Her blonde hair was teased and tucked back into a partial pony-tail.

She bounced slightly on the balls of her feet as she came over. “Hello, Mr. Collins,” she beamed.


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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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