Bambi had been the Thompson family’s babysitter for three months, and she loved every second of it. At twenty years old, with long blonde hair, big blue eyes, perky C-cup breasts, a tiny waist, and a round, spankable ass that she loved showing off in short skirts, Bambi knew she was the reason Mr. Thompson always paid her extra. His wife was often away on business, leaving Bambi alone in their big suburban house with little Timmy, who was now fast asleep upstairs.
Tonight, Bambi was feeling particularly naughty. After putting Timmy to bed, she wandered into Mr. Thompson’s home office. The room smelled like his cologne — dark, masculine, and expensive. She sat in his big leather executive chair, hiked up her tiny plaid schoolgirl-style skirt, and slipped her fingers into her already-wet panties.
“Mmm… Mr. Thompson,” she whispered to herself, rubbing her clit while staring at a photo of him in a sharp suit. Her fingers moved faster. She was so lost in fantasy that she didn’t hear the front door open.
Steve Thompson, 42, tall, broad-shouldered, and still dressed in his tailored suit from a long day at the office, stood in the doorway of his home office. His wife’s trip had been cut short, but he had come home alone. What he saw made his cock instantly harden.
His young babysitter was spread out in his chair, legs wide, fingers buried in her pussy, moaning his name.
“Bambi,” he said, voice deep and authoritative.
She froze, eyes wide with shock. “Mr. Thompson! I… I can explain—”
“Save it.” Steve closed the door and locked it with a soft click. “You’re supposed to be watching my son, not sneaking into my office and fingering yourself like a little slut.”
Bambi’s face burned with embarrassment. She quickly pulled her skirt down, but Steve stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.
“Too late for modesty. You’ve been a very bad babysitter. And bad babysitters get punished.” He sat down in the leather chair and pulled her across his lap in one smooth motion. “Bare bottom spanking. Now.”
“No, please—” Bambi whimpered, but Steve was already flipping up her short skirt and yanking her pink lace panties all the way down to her ankles, fully exposing her smooth, plump ass.
SMACK!
The first hard slap landed on her bare bottom, the sound echoing in the quiet office. Bambi yelped.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Steve spanked her steadily, his large hand covering both cheeks. “This is what happens when slutty babysitters misbehave in my house.”
Her ass quickly turned pink, then red. Each bare bottom spanking made her squirm on his lap, her pussy leaving a wet spot on his suit pants.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Thompson!” she cried, tears forming in her eyes.
“You will call me Daddy during your punishment,” he growled, landing another dozen firm spanks. “We’re doing a little roleplay tonight, Bambi. You’re the naughty babysitter who got caught. And I’m the strict boss who’s going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”
Bambi’s pussy throbbed despite the burning pain in her ass. “Yes, Daddy…”
Steve spanked her for several more minutes until her entire ass was a bright, glowing crimson. Then he stood her up on shaky legs and bent her over his large oak desk.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
When she hesitated, he delivered two more hard bare bottom spanks. Bambi quickly obeyed, spreading her feet apart.
Steve unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, rock-hard eight-inch cock. He rubbed the fat head up and down her soaked slit.
“This is non-con roleplay now, little babysitter,” he said darkly. “You’re going to pretend you don’t want it. Beg me to stop… even though we both know you’re dripping for Daddy’s cock.”
Bambi gripped the edge of the desk. “Please, Daddy… don’t do this… I’ll be good, I promise…”
Steve thrust forward hard, burying every inch of his cock inside her tight young pussy in one powerful stroke.
“Oh fuck!” Bambi gasped, her body jolting forward on the desk.
Steve grabbed her hips and started fucking her with deep, punishing strokes. “Too late, slut. This is what happens when you act like a whore in my office.”
The desk creaked under the force of his thrusts. He kept one hand on her sore, red ass, occasionally delivering fresh bare bottom spanks while he railed her.
“Please stop, Daddy… it’s too big…” Bambi moaned, playing along with the non-con roleplay even as she pushed back to meet his cock.
Steve chuckled. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight. You love being forced, don’t you, Bambi?”
He fucked her harder, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the office. Bambi came hard the first time, her legs shaking as she cried out.
Steve didn’t slow down. He pulled out, spun her around, and sat her on the edge of the desk. He pushed her legs wide open and slid back inside her.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” he commanded.
Bambi stared into his eyes, tears and pleasure mixing on her face as he pounded her. “Daddy… please… I’m just the babysitter…”
“You’re my slutty babysitter now.” Steve leaned down and kissed her roughly, then moved to her neck, sucking marks into her skin while he drove into her.
After her second orgasm, Steve pulled out and pushed her down to her knees.
“Comfort break, baby,” he said, switching to a gentler tone. He stroked her hair softly. “You took that spanking and fucking so well. Now open your mouth and swallow Daddy’s cum like a good girl.”
Bambi, still panting, eagerly took his glistening cock into her mouth. She sucked him deep, using her tongue and throat until Steve groaned and erupted. Thick ropes of cum shot down her throat. Bambi swallowed every drop, then licked him clean.
“Good girl,” Steve praised, pulling her up into his lap in the chair for a moment of comfort. He rubbed her sore ass gently and kissed her forehead. “You’re safe. You’re doing so well in our roleplay.”
After a few minutes of cuddling and soft touches, the dominant side returned.
“Back over the desk, babysitter. We’re not done.”
The night continued for hours in the home office. Steve put Bambi through round after round of intense play:
He gave her another long bare bottom spanking while she was bent over the desk, then fucked her standing up against the window, pretending someone might see the slutty babysitter getting used.
He made her ride him in the leather chair, facing away so he could spank her red ass while she bounced on his cock.
He bent her over the desk again for a deep, rough fucking, mixing dirty talk with the non-con roleplay: “You’re not leaving until I’ve filled this babysitter pussy completely.”
Every time he came, he alternated between filling her pussy and making her swallow. After each load, he gave her comfort — holding her, praising her, gently massaging her sore bottom, telling her how perfect she was.
By 3 AM, Bambi was exhausted, her ass bright red, her pussy swollen and leaking, and her belly full of cum she had swallowed.
Steve carried her to the couch in the office, wrapped her in a soft blanket, and held her close for a long aftercare session. He stroked her hair, kissed her gently, and whispered comforting words.
“You were amazing tonight, Bambi. Such a good slutty babysitter. How are you feeling?”
“Sore… but happy, Daddy,” she murmured, snuggling into his chest.
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Good. We’ll do this again soon.”
The slutty babysitter had been thoroughly punished, fucked, and comforted — exactly the way she secretly craved.
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