Babysitter Wants To Learn

Say, what?

"Victim?" I asked, speaking very carefully.

"Uh-huh. Several of the wives around her have played victim, usually when they know Max is here. He's a bit of a drawcard."

"What does being a victim involve?"

"Not a great deal, seeing this is your first time. Basically you'll be spanked and afterwards Sam will console you. He's rather energetic when he consoles young women. Max and I will be making sure that neither the spanking or the consolation get out of hand. A safety-net, you might say."

Spanking? What had I walked into here?

"Um, I'm not too sure about this."

There again, what would it be liked to be spanked? What did the consolation entail? I suspected that by consolation she meant fucked. But he was her husband. Surely she wouldn't let her husband fuck another woman?

"What exactly does the spanking and consolation consist of?"

Enid laughed.

"You don't know what a spanking is?" she asked with a giggle.

"Well of course I do but also not exactly in these circumstances. Surely you can understand that I'm a little nervous."

"She has a point," Sam chimed in. "Enid is obviously rushing her. Max, why don't you explain to Enid why that's a bad idea?"

"I'll just do that little thing," he said, giving me a wink.

To my surprise he took hold of Enid's house-dress and violently yanked it in two directions. Those loose buttons I'd noticed all popped off and in addition to that there must have been a loose seam at the back of the dress. Just like that Max was holding half the dress in either hand and Enid was standing there naked. As well as no bra she'd also gone with the no panties style. She shaved, I noticed, not that I could talk. So did I.

Max plumped himself down on one of the kitchen chairs and dragged Enid over his lap. She finished up face down, bottom up, and because I was on the wrong side I could see between her legs and see everything.

I just stood there, mouth agape, and watched Max's hand come firmly down on her bottom. She was quick to start squealing and struggling and I expected Sam to step in and stop Max and was quite shocked when he didn't.

After a few spanks I started to catch up on what was happening. I had no doubt that it was a real spanking because I could see her bottom starting to get a red glow. What wasn't so real was Enid's squealing and struggling. Totally fake, I decided, after watching a few spanks.

Enid's legs were parted a bit more than I thought proper, especially if she was really being spanked. As it was it meant that Max could also drop the occasional spank on her mound, which he did, generally getting a much more realistic squeal from Enid.

After a while the spanking came to an end and Max just sat there, his hand wandering over Enid's bottom. He looked at me.

"In a minute Sam is going to spank you. What you have to decide is who consoles Enid. If I do it then Sam will console you and you'll have no say in the matter. If Sam does it then I will console you, but that means you wouldn't get that extra experience you were think about."

Oh, great. I'd get to decide who fucked me. I nibble on my thumb, not sure what to say. What the hell, I could always decide to back out without the spanking or sex. Max had already assured me of that and I didn't think he'd been lying.

"You console her," I said in a small voice.

With that Max urged Enid onto her feet and pushed her to bend forward over the kitchen table. I was side-on to their new position so when Max dropped his trousers I saw his cock simply leap out. He must have come over without any underwear as well.

Next moment he was driving into Enid, while she squealed loudly. There was no way that squeal was one of protest. I know excitement when I hear it. Now I had the privilege of watching Max fuck Enid hard and fast. He didn't start of nice and slow the way he did with me but simply drilled in and kept on going.

Enid's bottom was bouncing up and down as she moved with him, those big breasts of hers flopping around until Max reached around and captured them. He seemed to use them as a hand-hold while he kept driving into her. I couldn't help but wonder what Sam thought of this and turned to look at him.

I found he was now standing right next to me. Before I could say anything he reached down, lifted my dress, and pulled my panties down. No hurry, just a casual lifting, hooking hold of my panties, and down they went. I suppose I could have protested but it didn't seem reasonable at the time. I mean, I'd just seen Enid stripped, spanked, and now she was being fucked, so objecting to losing my panties would have seemed petty.

The way Enid was squealing now told me that she was about to reach her climax. I turned to look and Sam, damn him, took advantage of my distraction to unzip my dress and lift it up and off.

When Max shot his wad, so to speak, I was standing there half naked. And excited, I have to admit. I didn't say anything when Sam took off my t shirt and bra, leaving me naked.

That's when reality tapped on my shoulder. I was standing naked in front of three people who were virtual strangers to me. Well, I couldn't really call Max a stranger, but Sam and Enid? I barely knew them. And Sam was about to spank me? And fuck me? I was starting to have second, third, and fourth thoughts. The trouble was that they were all fighting my first thoughts.

Max had said I could always call it off but what would it look like if I did. I mean, I'd watched Enid get spanked and fucked and she seemed to have enjoyed it. Should I go on with this or just back off? I dithered, trying to come to a sensible decision, but it evaded me.

My dithering came to an abrupt halt when Sam's hand came down firmly on my bottom. I screamed, totally shocked. That rotten man had taken advantage of my dithering to sit down and pull me over his knee. That first spank suggested that it was a bit late to say I'd changed my mind.

Sam started spanking me properly. I was squealing and yelling, kicking my legs about, telling him to stop, which he didn't. Afterwards I'd have to admit that the spanking didn't really hurt. It was more the shock of being spanked. It was even more shocking when a spank slapped firmly on my vulva.

I was like "What? How?" I'd remembered to make sure to keep my legs together as soon as I realised that I was being spanked, having learned from Enid's experience. So how come my legs had drifted apart, offering up my all for Sam's delectation. I had no idea whatsoever. I also had no way to stop it, either. I wanted to bring my legs back together but it just didn't happen.

The spanking went on, with a proportion of those spanks landing on my vulva. I was still somewhat vocal but at the same time my bottom was heating up and so was my pussy. A fire had been lit and there was nothing I could do about it.

Then Sam was urging me to lean over the table in the same way that Enid had been doing. I could feel his cock touching me and my heart was in my mouth, wondering what this was going to be like. It didn't take me long to find out. He came sliding in, no problems as far as he was concerned, and I could feel him taking me over and trespassing deep inside me.

The first thing that came to mind when he came sliding in was that this felt just as marvellous as the other times. I gave a sort of groan, relishing the feel of him. I couldn't help but wonder if all men would give me the same sort of thrill. (Not that I had any intention of finding out, but it did make you wonder.)

His arms reached around me and his hands were on my breasts and he was fondling them, seeming to enjoy the feel of them. From my side of those wandering hands I was certainly enjoying the feel of them. At the same time his cock started sliding back and forth.

He lost me there for a moment. I hadn't been fucked like this before but always from the front. (Always being a whole two times.) As soon as he started pumping into me I started moving the way I had with the others which was the wrong direction. Sam nearly popped out again. I hastily adjusted me movements, my bottom now bouncing about the way I'd seen Enid's doing.

(I did note that my breasts weren't flopping around the way Enid's had. There were benefits to not being overly endowed, I thought smugly.)

Sam was driving into me with a great deal of enthusiasm. Men did seem to like doing this. I didn't mind as I was reacting just as enthusiastically. My second and third thoughts were all dismissed. This was wonderful and I had every intention of enjoying it as long as it continued.

I could tell that it wasn't going to last very much longer. I was heating up to a dangerous degree and Sam seemed to have a touch of desperation in his efforts. He suddenly went off and that was enough to get me going. It was a satisfactory finish, I guess, but I suspect that Max would have dragged it out a bit longer. Maybe Sam was growing a bit old.

Afterwards Enid showed me where I could get cleaned up and Max escorted me back to his house. Sam and Enid invited me back anytime but I just nodded non-committedly.

"They did mean it when they invited you back," Max told me.

"I know, but I don't think so," I told him. "It seemed to me that Sam is getting a bit past it and it probably wouldn't be fair to him to make him perform with someone so much younger."

Max gave me a startled look, muttering something about poor Sam. Well, it wasn't my fault he was getting past it. I left Max at his place and headed on home. I had some serious thinking to do about my sexual development. I'd have to be careful as I wouldn't want to get a name for myself, but neither was I going to be missing out on a little fun. Max could always be a standby, I thought. Just in case I needed him. I didn't think that he'd mind.