The Babysitter | CH.02 | [Mf] [Cheating] [Age gap] [Light BDSM themes] [Spanking]

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“How soon is soon?” Cami asked, flustered as she hurriedly slid back into her dress.

“I don’t know.” I replied, stripping off the bed sheets. “But you shouldn’t be here to find out.”

It was the part of the story you don’t tend to read about much. After the steamy undressing, the hot love affair and the blissful slumber came the disorienting reality check, the panic-induced cleanup and for at least one of us, the shameful sneak home.

My heart was racing, almost faster than it was the night before. Evelyn said ‘soon’. She would be home soon. And whatever amount of time that meant precisely, was surely not enough to cleanup, shower and ensure that any and all evidence of what had happened was gone.

That last part was proving to be surprisingly difficult.

“Have you seen my underwear?”

I glanced at Camille.

“You’ve lost your underwear?”

“No.” She frowned. “You took them off. You lost them.”

I was beginning to see the appeal in the motel room cliche.

Why the hell had Evelyn changed on a dime, anyway? Why did she just have to come home first thing that same morning?

I found myself wishing she had taken the rest of the weekend to make up her mind – or better yet, figure it out before she left. But I quickly retracted that last thought.

Because if you had put me in the exact same situation as before, even with the knowledge that Evelyn was going to change her mind and come home the very next morning, I’d still have done what I did.

I felt bad about cheating. But I didn’t regret it.

That night with Cami was perfect. Not just because the sex with her was otherworldly – it was – but it was also so much more than that. It was that exhilarating feeling of not being able to keep your hands off each other. That feeling of being craved, desired, hungered for. That intensity, passion and intimacy that leaves you feeling as emotionally satisfied as it does sexually.

Cami gave me all of that and then some. And I needed it. I was starved of it. When I first awoke that morning after, I felt more satisfied in every sense of the word than I had in a long time. Even long before Evelyn and I had drifted apart.

So if I could go back in time and do it again, I wouldn’t have changed a damn thing.

Except, maybe where I put Camille’s panties.

“Where could they have possibly gone?” I asked bewildered, dropping to my hands and knees and checking under my bed.

“If they’re this much trouble, I won’t wear any next time.” She giggled.

Next time? I definitely wanted a next time. But I knew it would be a dangerous game and I did not feel like the kind of guy who could juggle a mistress and a marriage. Nor was I sure I wanted to be.

Like I said, I didn’t regret that night. And I didn’t feel as guilty as I maybe should have, but I was sure my marriage was ending and gave in to temptation in the heat of the moment. But actively sneaking around behind my wife’s back when we were supposed to be working on things? It was hard to not see myself as the bad guy in that situation.

“GOTTEM!” I shouted.

I handed them back to Cami and watched as she slipped them on. I didn’t know watching someone dress could be just as erotic as watching them undress.

“I’ll slip out back. Just in case.” She said.

“Thanks. I-” Was all I could say before she suddenly kissed me on the lips.

And just like that, I was no longer concerned with my wife’s imminent return. When Cami slowly pulled away, our noses grazed together and we stared into each other’s eyes. God must have crafted hers from the purest oceans. They were hypnotizing.

She rested her fingertips on my chest and slowly ran them down my torso as she fell back onto her heels from her tip-toes.

“Don’t forget about me.” She whispered.

And then she crept away.

Spoiler alert: I didn’t forget about her.

I couldn’t have if I wanted to.

**The Babysitter | Chapter 2 | Aspen Bliss**

For the first time in over a year, I felt like I had spoken to the woman I had married again. Evelyn came home and we had a lengthy discussion about our relationship. We both apologized for what we said during our fight and agreed that we couldn’t continue like that. It wasn’t fair on the kids to grow up in a hostile environment. And true to the words in her text, she wanted to make things work.

I felt a weird pit in my stomach.

I didn’t want to lose my marriage. I certainly didn’t want to lose my house, my kids and my reputation either. But I also really didn’t want to lose Cami. Talk about having your cake and eating too, huh?

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do or how I was going to do it.

But those bridges could wait to be crossed.

Evelyn and I ordered takeout and spent the rest of the day watching old movies. It felt like old times.

* * * * *

**the next week**

* * * * *

Camille and I almost never texted and when we had done, it was exclusively related to her job. Always very formal. Which is why I was surprised when my phone buzzed, to see her name.

*CAMI: Hey Mr C. Wyd? ✔✔*

I hadn’t spoken to her yet. I didn’t know what to say nor where we stood. I still hadn’t made up my own mind on the situation.

*ME: Hello Camille. I’m actually at work right now. Is everything ok? ✔✔*

*CAMI: In ur office? ✔✔*

*ME: Yes, why? ✔✔*

*CAMI: Alone? ✔✔*

*ME: …*

*ME: …*

*ME: Yes. ✔✔*

A video with the caption ‘thinking of u’ came through. I clicked play.

She held her phone in her left hand, just in front of her face, as she laid in her bed. In view was her nude body, down to her spread legs and her right hand rubbing between her pale thighs. She moaned softly and quietly through deep breaths.

It was the most arousing ten seconds of video I had ever seen. But as easy as it was to get lost in my lust. I wanted to come clean and let her know I wasn’t getting a divorce.

*ME: Look Cami, Mrs Cooper and I are going to give things a try. We’re not splitting up.*

*CAMI: oh ok*

*CAMI: anyway here’s one with a better angle*

I didn’t get much work done for the rest of the day. Luckily it was close to finishing time anyway. I went home and immediately took a long shower. I told Evelyn it was just because I had a stressful day at work.

**She believed me.**

* * * * *

**the next day**

* * * * *

*CAMI: FIT CHECK! ✔✔*

I stared blankly at my phone.

*ME: What on Earth does this mean? ✔✔*

Suddenly a picture popped up. It was of Cami, standing in front of a tall mirror, wearing a grey, tartan dress over a black sweater that matched the socks extending from her boots and up to her thighs. She posed with her tongue out, holding the camera with one hand and making the peace sign with the other. Her closest knee was raised and her leg pointed backwards.

*CAMI: It means look how cute my outfit is. u like it? ✔✔*

I loved every bit of it. It was exceptionally cute. Like her. And I don’t only mean how she looked. I found those random and innocent photos she’d send, so adorable. This was the first of many that week. Not just ‘fit checks’ but spontaneous selfies, random images from her day and pictures of things she had just eaten, wanted to eat, or ate once then vowed never again.

I loved all of them. I was soon glued to my phone, getting little hits of dopamine every time I saw her name flash across it. We began texting every day. From small talk about our day, all the way to deep conversations about the future and everything in between.

I had to be subtle when I was at home. Especially since Evelyn was making an effort to actually engage with me. I made sure my phone was on silent so she wouldn’t grow suspicious of the constant pinging.

As for her and I, things had been improving. It’s not like they were magically fixed, of course. I could still feel tension in the air and distance between us. More than anything, I could feel the thin ice beneath my feet. But all of it was better than it had been for a long time.

Our situation was helped by my high-spirits that stemmed from my exchanges with Camille.

I told Evelyn it was because I was so happy we were working on things.

**I think she believed me.**

* * * * *

The real challenge came on date night. My stomach had been knotting more and more as the hours progressed. I was scared Evelyn was going to pick up on something when Cami and I were together.

When that knock finally came, I opened the door with a wide hanging jaw. She was literally, jaw dropping. No matter how phenomenally beautiful Cami looked in pictures, they still couldn’t do justice to seeing her up close.

She showed up in that same outfit I told her I loved. The tartan dress down to the thigh-length socks. Who isn’t a sucker for thigh highs? The whole thing thing was proof that an outfit being less revealing doesn’t make it any less arousing. In fact, it was having the opposite effect.

But Cami could have shown up in a garbage bag and I’d have still been turned on.

“Hi Mr C.” She said, using an exaggeratedly innocent tone as she batted her eyelashes at me.

I gulped.

Her lips glistened. They were cherry red and looked more soft and kissable than ever.

I eyed her up and down – and then again – and then a third time – and then I finally moved aside and invited her in.

She intentionally pushed into me as she stepped past, brushing her arm against my torso as she did so.

“Oops.” She said nonchalantly.

Her perfume clung to my shirt. It smelled different than usual. A little more mature. Less flowers, more spices, with a hint of citrus.

Evelyn came down in a timely manner and we set off soon after. She made a real effort to talk to me during dinner. It was tough with Cami’s scent constantly caressing my nostrils. I kept thinking about how cute she looked in that outfit of hers and how much I wanted to drag her into the kitchen and bend her over the counter. Luckily I managed to keep my head on straight enough to concentrate on my wife.

She and I discussed what we did following our argument. I lied and said I just had a few beers, mostly. Though I did confess about forgetting to cancel on Cami and her still making the journey over. It felt safer that way. Half truths seemed better when possible. I had to choose my lies wisely.

She told me she dropped the kids off at her parents who were thrilled to see them again and asked if they could watch them more often, then she went over to her friend’s place only to find out that girl’s night had been cancelled. So she crashed there and that gave her the time to clear her head and decide to come back.

She also mentioned that the girl’s rescheduled for next week instead. So I encouraged her to go. I told her that she deserved a girl’s night and that breaking up our date night routine a little could be healthy for us. And with what felt like the stars aligning, I even mentioned she should drop the kids off at her parents on the way there, without sounding pushy thanks to their own request.

She loved it. And we were both getting exactly what we wanted.

So we had a nice meal, decent conversation, even a few laughs. Then we headed home. She held my hand on the ride back. Things felt like old times again.

That guilt started to sink in just a little. I just tried to ignore it.

We got home and staggered through the door. She bid Camille a good night and left me to pay like usual. Except first, she pulled me in and pressed her lips to mine, initiating the deepest kiss we had shared for a long time.

And, to be honest, I didn’t feel a whole lot. Except for a glare burning into the back of my head from the kitchen.

“I’m going to go freshen up and slip into something more comfortable.” Evelyn purred. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

I watched her slither up the stairs. I waited until I heard the bathroom door shut behind her, then wiped my mouth and walked to the kitchen.

“Uh, hey-”

Was all I managed before being spun around by my tie and shoved up against the fridge. Then there was that electricity pulsing through my veins as Cami thrusted her tongue down my throat. I just felt so alive whenever she kissed me.

As we embraced I felt her hands slide up my legs and gently squeeze my hardening cock.

My heart started racing. Her fingers drifted up to my zipper and slowly pulled it down.

“Cami!” I snapped in a hushed voice. “We can’t do this here.”

“I know.” She whispered. “But you’ve kept me waiting a whole week. How much more patient am I supposed to be?”

“Funny you ask-” I gasped but I couldn’t say more due to feeling her magical fingers make contact with the flesh of my cock.

“I was worried you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did.” Her voice was low, her tone was teasing.

“It’s definitely not that.”

She fished my cock out of my pants. Under her touch meant I was under her spell. It was hard to think clearly.

“You ate my pussy so good and I didn’t get to return the favor.” She started slowly tracing her fingers up and down my shaft.

Then she grasped it and began stroking. “And I want to so bad. I want your cock in my mouth until it’s spurting nice, warm cum down my throat. Don’t you want that too, Mr C?”

She licked her lips. Her grip around my dick tightened. Her pace increased steadily.

“You know I keep touching myself thinking about that night.” She sighed. “But it’s not enough. I need the real thing.”

She glanced down at my cock, biting her lip seductively. There was a look on her face, a look of yearning, of hunger. It made my cock throb even harder into her soft, heavenly hands.

“I’m begging you to fuck me.”

She dramatically picked up her pace. My heart was beating into my chest.

“Don’t you want to fuck my tight little pussy?” She looked at me with those pleading eyes.

My dick ached furiously. I felt harder than ever.

“And you can slap my butt as much as you want.”

A low groan escaped my lips.

“I bet you wanna put it in there, don’t you?”

My dick started tingling.

“And that way you don’t have to worry about pulling out.”

I was on fire.

“But if that’s what you’re worried about-”

Oh fuck.

“Then why didn’t you just cum inside my pussy?”

I felt my chest rumble as I fought to contain my moans. My dick started to jump and throb like crazy as Cami continued milking every last drop of jizz out of it. I sprayed it all up her dress and she didn’t even care. It just kept going and going and she didn’t stop working it until she was sure every last bit was out.

“Oops.” She giggled mischievously.

I stuffed my deflating cock back in my pants as she grabbed a paper towel and wiped herself off.

“I better get home quick.” She reached up and pecked my cheek. “Good luck with Mrs C.”

Little devil.

She slid out and I took a moment to freshen up myself.

When I got to my bedroom, Evelyn was waiting in lacy lingerie. I couldn’t have performed if I wanted to.

I told her it’s just because I was tired.

**She didn’t believe me.**

* * * * *

Evelyn was more cold and distant the next day. I didn’t blame her. I just gave her space. I knew I’d have to make my decision soon. Either break it off with Cami or accept my divorce. There was no way I could keep both relationships going. But I decided to wait a little longer before crossing that bridge.

I knew it was wrong. But the truth was, I was happy. The happiest I had been in a long time. And I was pretty certain that no matter which choice I made, I’d be considerably more miserable after it. So I decided to just enjoy being happy for a while.

I texted Cami that next morning.

*ME: Quite the little stunt last night. That kind of behavior has earned you some spankings. ✔✔*

*CAMI: pfft! u call those spankings? i barely felt them last time✔✔*

*ME: Wow. Someone’s finally letting their bratty side out. ✔✔*

*CAMI: thats just what happens when u dont tame it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ✔✔*

*ME: Keep this up and you’ll have lots more begging to do. ✔✔*

*CAMI: we’ll see about that ✔✔*

She sent me a picture shortly after. It was a selfie of her laying on her bed, with her face on the mattress and her ass in the air. She was wearing tiny, black, spandex booty shorts and had pulled the back deeper into her ass so her fat cheeks hung out the sides.

The caption read, *’been waiting for a good spanking. prol gonna be waiting a lot longer x’*

Her attitude continued into the next week. One sassy remark after the next. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that girl’s bubble butt and give her exactly what she deserved.

She even suggested it was my fault. It seems she wasn’t getting enough attention. And it didn’t matter if it was work, or family, or anything else for why we had to wait to meet again. Whatever my reasons for not seeing her were, didn’t change the fact that I wasn’t seeing her.

On the surface, I assumed she was just playing around. But I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a reflection of deeper feelings. I, of all people, knew how much it sucked when you don’t get the affection you crave from someone.

Maybe I was just flattering myself by thinking she cared that much. Maybe I was overthinking it all.

Whatever the case, I was sure of one thing.

That girl’s ass was going to sting.

**You can believe that.**

* * * * *

“Oops.”

Suddenly a shopping cart crashed into mine.

“Cami.” I blurted out. “What are you doing here?”

“You mean at the grocery store? Well I know this is going to sound crazy but…” She ducked her head and looked left to right. “I’m buying groceries.”

She looked more casual than I had ever seen her. And not a tiny bit less beautiful. She was just wearing a grey tee shirt over a pair of skinny jeans. Her hair, for the first time I had seen, was tied up in a ponytail. It gave me flashbacks to our hot encounter, when I balled it up and pulled on it as I pounded her lovely, little body into my bed.

I wanted her so bad. I couldn’t help myself. No matter how bad I’d feel when I messed things up with Evelyn, or how much I told myself cheating was wrong, it all went away when Cami was near.

She was intoxicating. It was hard to think straight when she was near.

“I-I-I I just meant that, uh, uhm-”

“Uh, uh, I uhm, I uhm.” She taunted with that devilish smirk of hers.

“You just wait.”

“Okay.” She shrugged. “Not like I’ve been doing that for two weeks now.”

“It doesn’t take you long to turn into a brat, huh?”

She shrugged again. “I’ll behave when you give me what I want.”

For some reason, **I didn’t believe her.**

* * * * *

**girl’s night**

* * * * *

Things had smoothed over with Evelyn. I think girl’s night helped a lot with that. She was more excited for it than she had been for anything for a long time.

She hadn’t tried initiating sex again though. Not that I thought she would. In fact, I was glad she didn’t. Which, ironically made me feel a little bad.

That ugly bridge was drawing closer. I had to cross it soon otherwise the ground beneath my feet would crumble. But I could ignore it just a little longer, surely.

Well, I did. I’d cross it eventually.

Evelyn and the kids were long gone by the time Cami showed up to the house. She hurried in and I locked the door behind her.

Interestingly, she wore a ponytail that night. And there wasn’t much else she was wearing. Except for a miniature, white crop top and hot-pink skirt that clutched her curves tightly. She left her white sneakers at the door. Her painted toe nails matched the color of her skirt, as did her juicy lips.

As soon as she was inside, it began. She strutted down the hall with a little sass in her step.

When she approached the living room door she stopped and turned around. She folded her arms and slightly tilted her head.

“I’m surprised you didn’t cancel on me.” Her tone was bratty. Almost challenging. “Since you just seem to looooove to keep me- HEY!”

I grabbed her arm and lead her to the couch where I took a seat and pulled her over my lap. I had been waiting too long. It was exhilarating to finally have her right there.

I gazed down at the curves threatening to burst through her skirt at any moment. I inhaled, taking in her sweet scent.

“You think you’ve been kept waiting too long?” I growled.

I was quickly clouded by lust.

I ran my hands up her smooth, pale legs until I found her dress. I grabbed it and swiftly pulled it up. Her creamy butcheeks jiggled as they spilled out. I gently caressed one.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” I murmured.

“I said I wouldn’t. I’m not a liar!” She replied, shaking her head and sounding brattier than ever.

“Are you ready for your spankings?” I asked calmly.

“Ha! Like I even need a moment to get ready for- OW, FUCK!

The way her ass recoiled against my hand was glorious. The mark it left against her creamy, white skin was like a handprint in the snow.

“Aww, what’s the matter?” I mimicked her sassy tone from before. “Did that sting?”

“Ha.” She breathed. “You thought that would sti- OWWWWW!”

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. There was a small smile on her face as she chewed her lip.

My cock hardened. I knew they did sting. And I know she liked that. And I really liked that she liked that. It was especially hot to me that the woman I not long ago thought was my innocent, little babysitter was really a young slut who needed a good spanking to be put in her place.

I hit her bouncy backside again. The sound of each smack echoed throughout the room, followed by a squeal.

Which was then followed by another bratty remark.

“That all you got?” She taunted. “I could do this aaaallll daAAAY!”

I watched with perverse delight as her ass jiggled after each blow.

The next two came in rapid succession.

“AH! AH! FUCK!”

Her ass was starting to glow.

“You going to start behaving?” I demanded.

“I will…” She sighed. “In your dreams!”

Her ass shook wildly as I bought my hand down against it again.

I was almost impressed with her continuous, rebellious attitude. Her backside had turned crimson and her breathing was getting heavier after each strike.

I ran my hand down her cheeks and between her thighs. My finger traced up her slit and was instantly soaked in her juice.

Her sweet, musky scent drifted up into my nose and drove me wild with lust.

“You know what I think?” I growled.

I smacked her ass again before she could answer.

“I think you need more than just a spanking to learn your lesson.”

I spanked her another time before pulling her off my lap and standing up behind her.

“I know what you need.”

I bent her over my couch. She knelt where I had just been sitting and held onto the back. I yanked my zipper down and freed my hard, leaking, dick.

I pressed it’s large, mushroom-shaped head against her narrow slit. Her gorgeous, pink pussy glistened as it oozed juices over the tip of my cock and merged with my pre-cum.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed it in and moaned as her little hole enveloped it. It was maracious that she could be so wet and tight at the same time.

I held her hips as I pounded deep inside her. Finally there were no more sassy remarks. Just the sound of Cami getting dicked down like she deserved.

“Is this what you need to stop being a brat!? Huh!?” I slapped her ass another time.

“Yes, sir!” She yelped.

My cock throbbed. I picked up my pace.

“Sir?” I moaned. I like that.”

Her pussy felt so soft and warm around my cock as I rapidly slammed into her. Each thrust better than the last.

“So,” I grunted. “Are you going to behave yourself like a good, little slut?”

“Yes, sir.” She said again.

I gave her ass another smack. “What?”

“Yes, sir!” She repeated louder.

I spanked her even harder. “I can’t hear you.” I taunted.

“YES, SIR!” She yelled. “I’m your good little slut! I am!”

My cock twitched again. My primal urges were taking over. I grabbed her ponytail and pulled on it as I pounded her sexy, young body into my sofa.

I rammed her tight little twat and listened as she grunted with each thrust. I tilted her head up and she gazed at me with glazed eyes and a warm smile. I knew if I kept it up, I’d have been emptying my load inside her fertile womb any moment. So reluctantly, I pulled out and waited for that familiar tingle to fade away.

I pulled my pants all the way down then sat beside her and she climbed on top of me. She grasped my cock with her soft fingers and held it as she lowered herself onto it.

“Fuck, yeah.” She moaned as it slid in.

I rested my hands on her ass and she began slowly rocking on my lap. She was in control now, and slowly increasing her speed as she rode me into bliss. I closed my eyes and rested my head backwards, letting the pleasure radiate from my cock and pulsate throughout my body. It was heaven on Earth. I was moaning like I never had before.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that hers were closed. Her own moans were softer than before, likely due to the more gentle and sensual change in pace that was every bit as amazing as the rough pounding from before.

Her face was flushed. Random straggler strands of hair clung to her freckles. And my god, was she as sexy as ever. That look of pure joy on her face was everything.

I ran my hands up from her ass and groped her tight body. I watched as the sweat ran down from her neck and seeped into the white fabric of her crop top.

I needed to see those pretty peaches.

Cami’s eyes opened as she felt me reach for her top. She reached over and pulled it off, freeing the small, perky breast that sat on her chest. Every inch of this girl was magnificent. My hands moved up her sides again, this time drifting round to her back and holding her closer to me. I bought her chest to my face and put my mouth on one of her little tits. Her hands slithered up from my shoulders, around my neck and then through my hair as she held my head.

I sucked on her juicy globe as she continued riding on top of me. Everything was perfect.

Then her hands glided down and gently held my cheeks. Her pinkies brushed over my lips and sat just inside my mouth. She tilted my head back and we stared into each other’s eyes.

“Am I your little slut?” She moaned breathlessly.

The light shone off her glistening body. I was in awe at her beauty.

I nodded as I gazed into those impossibly blue eyes.

“Tell me.” Her voice almost broke as she spoke. “Tell me I’m your good, little slut.”

I reached up and held her face. My hands slid along, brushing some of her hair as my fingers found themselves pressed gently into her temples.

She leaned forward and our foreheads tapped together.

“Tell me.” She whined.

I smiled. I didn’t need to tell her to beg more. If her pleading eyes weren’t doing enough begging, the hint of desperation in her voice was.

I dropped one hand, pressing my thumb to her bottom lip and pulling it down as I whispered to her.

“You’re my little slut.” I told her. “My good, little slut.”

“I am?”

I ran my thumb down to her chin. She bit her lip and I nodded.

“My sexiest, most amazing, best little slut.” I told her.

One of her hands fell and grabbed my shoulder.

“OHhhHHh FUCK!” She shuddered. “Tell me again.”

So I did. And again. And again. Her face slid over mine and she buried it in my neck as she held me tightly. I hugged one arm around her back to support her whilst my free hand rested on her ass.

We rocked back and forth together. All whilst I sang her praises in her ear and told her she was my best slut.

She shuddered some more and I felt her warm breath on my neck as she moaned into my ear.

Things were quiet for a moment. We just rocked.

I dropped my other hand and squeezed both of them into her fat cheeks. I kissed her collar bone and my dick started to tingle.

I kissed up her neck and on the side of her face, right next to her ear.

“I’m gonna cum.” I whispered.

She leaned back and rested her hands on my chest for support.

“You gonna cum for me?” She smiled.

She worked her hips even faster. It felt like her pussy was squeezing me harder than ever.

“Ohhh fuck!” I moaned as pleasure began to overtake me. “Yeah, I’m gonna cum!”

“Good,” She breathed. “I want your cum. I want you to cum for me so I can drink all of your hot, delicious sperm!”

My face burned bright red. My chest tightened. Cami hopped up and just as quickly as my dick met the fresh air, it was engulfed by her wet, sticky mouth.

I held her head tightly and groaned louder than I ever had in my life as I came like a firehose. I sprayed my sticky fluid into her mouth and over her gums, causing her cheeks to puff out and ropes of gooey jizz to spill out and run down my shaft.

She kept her face planted firmly against my lap as I had the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. It was unreal. My knees had turned to jelly by the end of it. Good thing I was sitting down.

When I stopped cumming, Cami slowly dragged her hot tongue up my shaft and scooped up the rogue bits of sperm.

She looked up at me and waited for me to speak before doing anything else.

“Wow.” I panted. “You really are such a little slut.”

She giggled, then crawled up beside me and rested her head on my chest.

“Only for you.” She cooed.

I loved it when she said that. I slid my arm around her and held her gently. We sat in silence until I caught my breath.

“So, am I forgiven?” She eventually asked. “For being a brat.”

“Definitely.” I chuckled. “How’s your butt?”

“It stings a little.”

“How about I go get some cream to put on it?” I rubbed her leg lovingly. “Then we can order whatever you want and watch some Netflix. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

It really was.

And the best thing about it all?

The weekend had just begun.

# end of chapter 02

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