Punishing the Naughty Babysitter

By Thalia Nighte

Dan Connors has hired Lana for one thing and one thing only: to watch over his son while he enjoys a night out with the boys. But when he comes home early one night and finds his babysitter compromised in the living room while his porn is playing in the background, Dan is furious and has no choice but to show his naughty babysitter that some things can’t be left unpunished and that she’ll have to take her punishment like a good girl.

Warning: This 6,000+ word erotic story contains a young college student who needs to be punished by her dominant older male employer. Also contains object insertion, graphic punishment sex and anal sex. Adult readers only!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thalia Nighte
• Release date: Sep 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501469725

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Book preview

I know I only keep you till 10 p.m., but I might not make it back till midnight tonight, is that alright with you, Lana?

No, that’s fine Mr. Connors, Lana said as she tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear and dropped her phone and bundle of keys onto the coffee table. She’d have to remember to text James later—he wouldn’t be happy Lana wasn’t going to be able to sneak in a quickie at his after her babysitting gig tonight. It was frustrating, because after the week she'd had, she’d been looking forward to his dick and the fucking it could give her, but oh well. She could do with the extra cash before college started up again and truthfully Mr. Connors wasn’t exactly a man anyone said no to easily.

Well over six feet tall with his wide chest and corded arms, Mr. Connors looked just like the type of guy he was—tough and in charge as he was as the boss of his construction company. He was exactly the type of guy women creamed their panties over, and Lana wasn’t immune.

Lana had been babysitting Mr. Connors’ eight-year-old son, Mattie, for the last year and a half. It was usually a five-hour gig—five till ten, Friday evenings; late enough for Mr. Connors to have a dinner and a few drinks out, and—Lana guessed—probably enough time for him to take care of particular needs—needs the late Mrs. Connors was no longer here to satisfy.

Hey, dad. Hey, Lana, Mattie greeted as he slammed through the front door and came into the sitting room dragging his baseball bat and mitt. He passed by them quickly, dropping his bat against the couch and mitt onto the first step of the staircase as he beelined for the kitchen.

Hey, Mattie, Lana greeted with a smile at the small retreating back encased in a familiar blue little league t-shirt. The boy had been