My wife had recently returned to the workplace after being a stay-at-home mother. We decided to hire a babysitter while we were both working. We placed a few ads and set up a makeshift interview process in our living room. We were delighted to find several responses the same day and scheduled to meet with a handful of candidates later in the week.
Our first candidate was a bright and cheery young lady named Emily. She was about twenty years old. We were impressed right away. She was confident and attractive, flashing her beautiful smile in response to each of our questions. We were happy to hear that safety was her number one priority.
I was immediately attracted to her. We made eye contact several times throughout the interview, each time sparking a forbidden desire within me. As the interview drew to a close, my wife and I exchanged glances, communicating our mutual approval of Emily.
"Thank you for coming in, Emily," I said with a smile. "We'll be in touch soon."
After Emily left, my wife asked, "She seems perfect, doesn't she?"
I nodded as Emily's smile lingered in my mind. We canceled the rest of our interviews and hired Emily immediately.
Our household quickly adjusted to her presence. During the first month, she proved to be very competent, and we were very happy with our choice.
One afternoon, I returned home from work earlier than usual. I found Emily entertaining in the living room. Emily's shorts were riding high in her position on the floor, and my eyes were drawn to her uncovered legs. She looked up, flashing me that same smile. She made no effort to cover her thighs, and I made no effort to hide that I was looking at them.
Emily interrupted the sexual tension. "You're home early," she greeted playfully.
"Yeah, it was a slow day at the office," I replied. "You can go home early. I'll pay you for the full day," I added.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "I can keep Pete company while you change clothes and take a beat from the day. I can fix you something to eat too. Are you hungry?"
"Hm, I should keep you here all the time," I joked. She held eye contact from the floor. "Ok, fine, that would be very nice, but be quick about it. If my wife comes home to you cooking for me, she's gonna have some questions."
She grinned. "I understand, Mr. Sandusky. I'll get right on it."
Emily jumped up to prepare a meal, happy to serve. I disappeared into my bedroom, knowing my attraction for her was growing. Fighting it seemed useless. I changed from my professional work clothes to a comfortable t-shirt and jeans, opting for a tighter fit than usual.
I joined Emily in the kitchen, leaning against the doorway behind her, watching her work.
"Are you just going to stand there and watch me?" she asked.
She had her back to me, but I could hear the smile in her words. "If that's okay with you," I responded.
"It is," she said happily.
I made small talk, asking about her life and family. After a short lull in the conversation, I asked, "You seem to have been raised right. What's the secret?"
"Well, I was raised in a strict home with a lot of spanking," she answered.
"Spanking?" I asked, intrigued by the thought.
"Yes, I was spanked many times... sometimes with my panties down," she said with a hint of excitement in her voice. That last detail seemed to be added just to toy with me.
"I'm sorry, that must've been traumatizing," I said, trying to will my arousal to disappear.
"No, not really. It was necessary. I'm grateful for it."
"Even the bare bottom spankings?" I asked, unable to help myself.
"Especially the bare bottom ones. Those are the ones that made me who I am today," she answered.
"I certainly agree there should be consequences set in place for misbehaviour. It seems to have worked for you," I said.
"Well, they've worked so far. What if I misbehave now, Mr. Sandusky?" she asked in a teasing tone.
My thoughts were racing now. She seemed to be leading me down a road I definitely wanted to explore. "I'm not certain you want to find that out, Emily," I answered confidently.
She turned her head to look at me for the first time since we started talking. "How certain are you about that, sir?" she asked in a small voice, her eyes aching with thirst.
We locked eyes for a few seconds. Her smile had disappeared, and she looked ready to pounce on me. My wife's going to be home soon," I said, breaking the silence. She turned back around to finish the meal, playing disappointed, but we both knew this wasn't over.
During the next few days, I replayed our conversation in my head and fantasized about bending Emily over my knee for a hard spanking. I knew it was only a matter of time.
I experienced another slow day at work and decided at lunch to take the rest of the day off. I went straight home to check on Emily. When I arrived, Emily's car was nowhere to be found. I went inside, and she was nowhere to be found. I quickly asked the neighbor to do some last-minute babysitting and returned to my house to wait for Emily. This was the perfect opportunity.
I had to search a bit, but I found my late dad's wooden paddle, stored on the top shelf of my closet. I held it, remembering the pain in left on my backside. I had only ever been on the receiving end of the instrument, but that was about to change.
I sat on the couch with the paddle sitting on the end table beside me and waited. Only a few minutes later, I heard Emily's car pull up. I had left my garage door open, so my car was visible to her. She hurriedly entered the front door, not seeing me at first. With her fast food in her arms, she fumbled with the door, trying to close it quietly. Turning around, she stopped in her tracks when she saw me. Her eyes flashed to the paddle sitting beside me, then back at me.
"Where have you been, Emily?" I asked curtly.
"I was...just getting food," she said, raising the items in her hands to show me.
"How long have you been gone?" I continued to interrogate her.
"Just a few minutes, sir."
"Do you think it's okay to just leave the household unattended for minutes at a time?"
"I thought it would be okay," she replied, knowing that wasn't a satisfying answer.
"Well, you thought wrong. I pay you to keep an eye on him at all times. Not only did you fail to do so, you left the front door unlocked," I stated sternly. I waited for a rebuttal, but none came. "I thought safety was your number one priority. Did I think wrong?"
"No, sir," she answered quietly. "Is everybody okay?"
"Yes, they're okay. I have someone else doing your job," I answered matter-of-factly. Emily looked down in shame. I took a deep breath and took a softer tone. "I like you, Emily. I think you're perfect for this job, but your current actions are below my expectations. You asked me a few days ago what would happen if you misbehaved. Do you remember that?"
"Yes, sir," she answered.
"Well, you're going to find out today." She nodded, understanding the situation. "Go set your food in the kitchen and come back here," I ordered.
She obeyed and quickly returned, standing in front of me with her hands together in front of her. "Do you understand what's about to happen?" I asked.
She nodded.
I continued. "For neglecting your job, you will be getting a spanking. Your bottom will be bared. I believe it is well-deserved, don't you agree?" I asked, looking up at her, awaiting her consent.
"Yes, sir," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded with her approvingly, maintaining eye contact. "Bend over my knee, Emily."
I spread my legs open, patting my left knee. She obediently laid over it, her bottom half fitting comfortably between my legs. She held onto a couch cushion with both arms to her chest. I gripped her outside hip, holding her close to me. My right hand rested on the seat of her shorts. Each of her ample cheeks was the size of my hand. With her body against mine, my arousal was no secret to her.
I began spanking her with my hand, landing solid smacks all over her bottom. With her bottom propped up over my thigh, her short shorts failed to cover her whole bottom, and the bottom of her cheeks peeked out, allowing me to provide an extra sting to her exposed skin. As I continued, her body reacted more and more with movements and noises. I continued past the point of comfortability, letting her know that even just my hand on her shorts could be painful.