BabySitter's Innuendo

It was just a standard baby-sitting gig. Trot over to Jack and Muriel's place, make sure the kids were fed and watered, bathe and bed them, and watch TV for the rest of the night. So I did that. Everything went smoothly, for a change. The kids were good and even fell asleep as soon as they went to bed which was a nice change.

I watched TV. Not that there was much on, which is a savage indictment of the quality of television when I had access to over two hundred channels. What the hell do some of these channels do? Trawl the rubbish bins to find the worst dregs and rejects and then show them? By the time Jack and Muriel arrived home I was edgy, in the mood for mischief.

Not that I'd ever do anything really wrong, god forbid. Generally speaking I'm a well-behaved young lady. If I wasn't I doubt that people would be hiring me to babysit, but - I was feeling toey.

Instead of heading off home I agreed to a cup of coffee when Muriel offered one. We sat around the kitchen table with Jack and Muriel discussing the show they'd seen, me mainly listening to what was going on. When Jack made what I could only consider to be a leading comment I couldn't resist. I made a comment loaded with innuendo and double entendre.

Jack smirked and Muriel looked shocked and I tried to look innocent. I think they decided that they must have been mistaken and I couldn't have meant it in the way it sounded.

The next time I said something with a pointed innuendo Muriel frowned at me and Jack managed to keep a straight face. It was plain that Jack was amused by me but Muriel was significantly displeased. Her problem was that there was nothing she could really say without making it look as though I was talking dirty when it might all be innocent, me not knowing any better.

I guess that eventually I made one crack too many because Muriel opened her mouth and I just knew she was going to have a go at me. Fortunately, Jack got in first.

"Do you want your bottom smacked, young lady?" he asked.

Well, what could I say to that? Nothing, so that's what I said.

"Did you know that Suzy is eighteen?" Muriel asked out of the blue.

"Ah, no, I didn't," replied Jack in a voice that said what has that got to do with things.

"Oh, I just thought you'd like to know. By the way, she didn't answer your question."

Jack straightened up a little, giving me the once over.

"That's right. She didn't. Would you like to get your bottom smacked?"

Boy. You should have heard the emphasis he put on the word 'would'. Earlier he'd been threatening a childish punishment. Now he seemed to be asking if I'd like to get a smacked bottom. Was he offering to spank me?

"Ah, no, I don't think so," I mumbled.

I mean, really, fancy having to bend over his knee and getting spanked. It'd hurt. He was a big man. The very thought of it made me feel queasy.

"That means she's considering it," said Muriel, smiling happily.

"No I'm not," I said quickly, determined to nip this in the bud. "It'd be a bit hard on me, wouldn't it, spanking me?"

"Not at all," said Muriel. "He wouldn't be spanking you with that. You might find it pressing against your side but that's all."

"See, Jack," she said, turning to give him a meaningful look. "She already knows how men react when they give a young lady a nice spanking."

It suddenly dawned on me exactly what Muriel meant and I blushed. I hadn't meant any such thing and I was damn sure she knew it. I hadn't given the slightest thought to how a man might react. I was having those thoughts now, though. A vivid image of Jack spanking me and me feeling his thing pressing against my side as he did so sprang to mind. Horrors.

"And you such a bashful young thing," said Jack, smiling. "Who's been introducing you to spankings?"

"What? No-one. I don't. . . I've never. . ." I was babbling, almost shocked out of my little white socks. This will teach me not to try to toss out innuendos and double entendre at older people.

"OK. Calm down," Jack told me, speaking in a soothing voice. "I understand. You're a little nervous at the thought, aren't you?"

I nodded, relieved. A little nervous. I had pterodactyls in my stomach. Butterflies are for beginners.

"Seeing you're so nervous we'll just make it an easy spanking for the first time. We'll even let you keep you panties on."

Say, what? Panties on?

"Excuse me?" I asked, feeling very confused.

"Mmm," he said, nodding. "Normally a spanking would be on a bare bottom but as it will be your first time we won't insist on that."

"My first time?" What was he on about?

"Yes," he said casually, rising to his feet. "You were being a little naughty, weren't you?"

Then he was standing next to me and drawing me to my feet. I was no sooner standing than he was sitting on my chair and pulling me across his knee. I was going, "Hey, what," and he flipped my dress up and smacked my bottom.

I couldn't believe it. He really had. Dress lifted and bottom spanked. I squeaked and started to protest and another spank landed, this time on the other cheek.

Now I was protesting, quite vigorously, not that it did me any good. Jack just went right ahead and spanked me. It did occur to me that he wasn't really spanking me hard, but the spanks still smarted. The two main things that crossed my mind while he was doing this was 'thank god he didn't take off my panties' and 'I can't feel anything hard against my side'.

That last thought was replaced with, 'Oh my god. What's that pressing up against my tummy?' I had a nasty suspicion I knew what it was and it wasn't his wallet.

The spanking didn't last very long and when all was said and done I guess it was more embarrassing than anything else. I mean, my god, being spanked by one of the people I sit for? Who'd have thought it? Jack swung me back to my feet and I stood there, hands clutching my smarting bottom gently, probably looking stunned. He and Muriel seemed to find the whole thing very amusing.

"Now, Suzy, you do realise that the next spanking will be with panties off?" Muriel murmured, smiling at me. Bitch. How dare she find this amusing?

I nodded in reply to her question. Not that I ever intended to have a second spanking. I hadn't even agreed to the first one, damn them.

It seems I should have been a bit more specific about what I wanted instead of just nodding in agreement. Before I caught on Jack had hold of my arm and was drawing me back across his knee.

"What are you doing?" I half screamed.

"Second spanking," came the calm reply. "I see no reason to wait. You might as well get accustomed to being spanked properly."

"Oh, no," I yelped. "No, no, no, and again no. I didn't even agree to the first spanking, let alone a second."

"Don't be such a wuss. Anyone would think we'd actually hurt you. Smile and be a big girl," said Jack jovially.

"If you try to pull down my panties you'll see how big a girl I am," I snapped. "I'll scratch your eyes out."

"OK. I'll admit if your panties go down we'd see what a fine big girl you are, but I wouldn't really want my eyes scratched out, so I won't touch your panties. So will you now relax a little?"

Even a little win is a win and as long as he didn't touch my panties I guess I could put up with the humiliation. I relaxed a little. Stupid, stupid, me.

"Muriel," said Jack and I heard her giggle. Next thing I knew she was pulling my panties down. Before I could protest Jack was busy pointing out that he wasn't doing it, which was all he'd offered. So now I was bent over his knee with no panties and wondering how I could tie my legs together before he saw everything.

"Don't worry about what I might see," Jack tells me. "The gap at the top leaves you exposed and I can see all so you've no need to try to hide anything."

The spanking started all over again, but this time I was willing to swear he was smacking harder. There again, it might have been that my bottom was still tingling from the previous bout. I was swearing to myself and thinking nasty thoughts when his hand slapped against my pussy. I could not fucking believe it! He wouldn't dare do that. Well, yes, he would, I found, as his hand slapped me there a second time.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing," I raged.

Water off a duck's back. He just laughed and said spanking me, what did I think he was doing?

"That wasn't my bottom you just slapped," I explained with some acerbity.

"Doesn't matter," he drawled. "We're all adults here. We understand that sometimes these things happen."

"I don't," I quickly pointed out.

"You mean you didn't," he said, dropping another sharp spank on the same place. "Now you do."

There was absolutely nothing I could do but put up with it and fume. Oh, and also feel most peculiar. I'd never permitted a boy to touch me that intimately and now Jack felt free to slap me there. While my pants were missing. How the hell did I get into this situation?

You can colour me naïve if you like but it did not for one instant occur to me that what Jack was doing was a form of foreplay. True, the spanking was more titillating than painful but I put that down to him not really wanting to hurt me. Of course, the fact that he was dropping those stinging little slaps on my pudenda didn't help. If there is anything that can make you lose your train of thought it's having a man slap his hand lightly against your mound. Talk about an instant distraction. Every time it happened I was conscious of two things, my pussy and Jack.

He finished up with a firm spank on my bottom and swung me to my feet, saying, "Right. That ought to do it."

Ought to do what I was wondering, when Muriel pulled out a seat and sat down next to Jack. I was wanting to bend over and pull up my panties but a bit nervous about doing anything but standing there. If you'd just been spanked on your bare bottom I bet you'd be nervous, too.

Jack and Muriel were both smiling at me and I did not trust those smiles. Not the least little bit did I trust those smiles.

"OK, Suzy," Jack said in a voice that was almost purring, "I want you to lift up the front of your dress."

Was he kidding? No panties, remember? If I lifted my dress I'd be showing everything. Even thinking about it made me horribly aware of my pussy and my lack of panties. I just stared at him, unable to move.

"Ah, Suzy, he's already seen your pussy - when you were flashing him while bent over his knee. What difference does it make if he sees it again for a moment?"

I wasn't flashing him, was my first indignant thought. Then the rest of what Muriel said registered and it almost made sense. What would it matter if I lifted my dress for a moment?

I blame the peculiar way I was feeling and the shock from the brutal beating for what I did. I just calmly lifted the front of my dress, daring him to look at me.

Did I say look? He smiled, said, "Good girl," and ran his hand over my mons and between my legs, cupping my mound and gently squeezing it. Squeezing it? He started by squeezing and then he started rubbing. I'm like, what the fuck? I took a step back and his hand dropped away. He winked at me while rising to his feet.

So while I was trying to decide between running and putting on my panties once I was out of there, or putting on my panties and then running, Jack undid his trousers. I saw him undoing his belt but his actions just didn't mean anything to me as I was more concerned about me and my panties. It wasn't until his trousers and shorts dropped down and his erection jumped out that it dawned on me his trouser removal meant a damn sight too much to me.

I promptly went into my no, no, no, phase, again finding my protestations effectively ignored.

"Don't be silly, Suzy," Muriel said, smiling. "We all know you're going to. It's been obvious for months that you're almost terminally curious about what happens. Now you're about to find out."

We all didn't damn well know any such thing. I certainly didn't. And what did she mean it's been obvious for months? She was just making that up. I'd never dreamed about having sex. Well, OK, maybe in my dreams, but I'm not responsible for what I think while I'm asleep.

Jack was sitting down again, slouched back a little so that thing of his was disagreeably prominent, waving around like a flagpole and not much smaller. I was still saying no, nope, no way, not going to happen, non, nyet, and general refusals in any language I could think of when Jack reached over, took my arm and drew me closer.

Did I say closer? I was so damned close that my breasts were just about in his face. I was actually straddling him and I could feel that monster rearing up between my legs, the tip of it brushing against my lips. Jack's hands were on my hips forcing me to sink lower and his erection was pressing against me. I was still shaking my head and protesting as I felt my lips yield right of way and he was pushing up into me.

That's not quite accurate. He wasn't pushing up so much as sitting there as an immovable object, while I was sinking down onto him. It was totally unfair. I should have been able to stop it but it didn't happen. I just kept right on settling onto him.

I felt my cherry get popped. Boy, did I feel that. I squealed and Muriel laughed. Jack was speaking soothing words and his cock kept going deeper. My god, but could I feel that thing. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. (Yes, well I suppose not, what with being a virgin and all.)

I found myself sitting on his lap, his cock inside me, and it seemed to me that I was absolutely full of cock. It was all I could think of. His cock, it's inside me. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I mean, it was his cock. He was going to fuck me. Well, I guess he'd already started, what with where his cock was currently placed. And I didn't know what to do.

I just sat there like a gawk, staring at him, waiting for something to happen. The longer I sat the more conscious I became of him. Was that thing actually getting bigger now that it was in me? Was that why I was becoming even more aware of it? A gentle plucking on my blouse caused me to look at it.

Jack was undoing the buttons on my blouse. He didn't say anything, just undid it and then pushed it off my shoulders, rolling it down my arms and off. I felt the clip on my bra come loose and Jack hadn't done that. I could see his hands, pulling the bra away from my breasts, exposing them. I guess Muriel must have helped with the bra.

My breasts were bare and my nipples were erect. His hands closed over my breasts, feeling them, rubbing them, teasing my nipples. And even with this happening my main attention was on that cock, standing tall in me, silently waiting to spring into action.

I opened my mouth to say something, I don't know what, but promptly closed it again. I found I quite literally did not know what to say. I looked down at the hands making free with my breasts and then looked directly at Jack. He was just smiling gently. Then he gave me a wink.

At the same time his cock seemed to pull back a bit and the return very smartly and I was like, "Oh, whoa." Then he did it again and I found he was bouncing me up and down on his cock like nobody's business.

I promptly followed up that first 'oh, whoa' with a series of pithy statements. I was saying meaningful little things like, oh, wow, whoa, god, ah, repeating and mixing them up. That cock of his was doing indescribable things to me, the strangest sensations were running through me, and Muriel must have turned up the heating because I was suddenly feeling very, very hot.

Now I'm not totally stupid. It didn't take me long to work out that I was being royally fucked. (My first hint was when he initially stuck me with his cock. That was what you call a big clue.) There was nothing I could do to stop it and I didn't know enough to hurry it along so I was left with the single option of riding out the storm.

I was in real trouble. The storm was inside me and it was growing. His cock and his hands were doing things to me that were making a total hash out of my emotions. I was feeling things that I'd never felt before and there was a wild excitement surging through me, growing by the moment.

My, ah, vocal performance hadn't slowed at all, and I was almost yelling with every thrust of his cock, and there seemed to be an awful lot of them, each one exciting me that little bit more. It was all building up inside me, winding me up, screwing my nerves tighter and tighter.

Something reached a critical mass and I exploded internally, evincing this by screaming and shuddering and clinging to Jack just as tightly as I could.

Muriel was helping me up off Jack's lap and I was feeling slightly stunned. What had just happened? Well, that was a silly question. I knew perfectly well what had just happened. What I didn't know was how I'd gone from making some cheeky comments laden with innuendo to bouncing up and down on a cock.

Muriel escorted me to the bathroom, encouraging me to have a quick shower and clean myself up. Once I was dressed again she was all over me, wanting to make sure that I was right to sit for them the next weekend.

"Mind you," she said, "I probably won't permit you to play around with Jack again. Once was enough."

I swear, I was too taken aback to say anything. Me, play around with him? That was not how I recalled it. Before I could come up with anything cogent to say I'd been given my pay, tucked into my car, and was driving off home. Mind you, once I was driving off home I could think of plenty of things to say, all of them colourful and hard-hitting. Too bad I didn't get to say them when they would have meant something.