Disciplining the Babysitter (Babysitter Erotica)
Carrie's always considered herself a pretty vanilla girl, but she can't deny her attraction to her bosses. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson are smoking hot, and Carrie's intrigued by their alternative lifestyle. When they invite her to move into the guest bedroom in their home, Carrie can't help but wonder what they really have in mind. Warning: this story contains a hot alpha male and two very willing slaves More
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Carrie furrowed her brow and stepped closer, peering through the crack. She blinked a few times. Rachel was bent over the bed, her nightgown pushed up to her neck, and Brandon was spanking her with some type of stringy whip across her back and behind. The quiet yelps and moans coming from Rachel’s mouth sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure. Carrie was intrigued and couldn’t tear her eyes away. She’d noticed things about the Jacksons before she’d never noticed with other clients. Sure, they were fairly young parents, only in their late twenties or early thirties, and most of the parents she baby-sat for were older…but there was still something off about them. She’d notice a swat from Brandon every now and then to Rachel. She considered it just playfully sexual. She’d never imagined this.
The whip struck Rachel across the ass and she gasped. Her hands were clutching the blanket in a death grip. Carrie noticed her wrists were bound with a cloth. Her tiny frame shivered, her short black hair flopping around as her head buried into the mattress to quiet a moan. Carrie found herself intrigued, her eye riveted to the scene. Her body warmed at each snap and she felt a tingle between her legs with each moan that left Rachel’s throat.
“Carrie,” Brandon’s voice broke her out of her trance.
“I…am so sorry,” she said. “I came to ask if you needed to, um…tell me anything before tomorrow and, um…”
“You were curious?”
“It’s…new,” she said uneasily.
“You can come in,” Rachel said. “And shut the door so we don’t wake Maddie.”
Carrie stepped inside, shutting the door, leaning up against it. She took in the scene, noticing other implements such as a paddle and a more traditional looking whip, only smaller, on the bed. There were also shackles tied to the headboard.
“Wow,” she said. “I’m guessing this isn’t new for you guys.”
“This is how we met,” Brandon said.
“We met at a fetish party,” Rachel added. “We’re both into bondage, S&M, and spanking. We talked a lot outside of the party and started playing. Then we started dating.”
“We were married two years later,” Brandon said. He paused. “I’m guessing you’ve never…?”
“Um, no,” Carrie said with a short laugh. “I’m a pretty vanilla kind of girl.”
“Have you ever done anything?”
“Not even been spanked or tied up?”
“Not really, no.”
“Have you ever been curious?” Rachel asked.
Carrie did not know how to reply. She had never considered herself kinky, but she had to admit, the scene was turning her on.