Kera and the Nannycam

"I guess I could do that," I said, "but before I let you cum, you're going to have to be spanked with my belt."

I lifted her off my legs and set her on her knees. She reached between her legs once again, trying to bring herself release.

I grabbed both of her arms, one in each hand, and looked down at her.

"Not so fast. First, the belt."

She looked up at me, her face red and tear-stained, her makeup smeared, but still beautiful.

She nodded.

"Good girl," I said, "just take it off me."

Her eyes dropped to my belt buckle.

"Let me go and I will."

I released one of her arms while I quickly fished one of the scarves out of my pocket. Then I leaned over her and tied her hands snuggly together behind her back.

"Ow, that hurts! What the fuck are you doing?"

"I have something for your mouth as well if you're not quiet," I warned.

She was silent.

"I don't trust you to use your hands," I teased her, "you'll have to use your teeth if you really want to cum. Let's see how much of a slut you really are."

I paused to reflect on the beauty of the moment. My gorgeous 20-year-old sitter was kneeling between my legs, her hands tied behind her back, about to remove my belt with her teeth. Could it get any better than this? I hoped that it could.

"Go ahead," I coaxed.

I watched as she slowly moved her head closer to my crotch, almost as if bobbing for apples. Finally, her lips, then her teeth were on my belt buckle. I knew it wouldn't be easy for her to get off, and that I would probably have to help her, but I couldn't help but relish the sight of her struggling.

"Good girl, you've almost got it!"

Once she managed to move the buckle back, I unhooked it for her.

"Now pull it out of the loops."

She bit into the leather and tugged. After several repetitions, she had the belt in her mouth.

"Thank you," I said, "you've suddenly become very obedient."

I took the belt from her and patted my lap.

"Assume the position again, Kera."

She gave me a dirty look before standing again.

"Are you sure I can't just suck your dick?"

"Thanks for offering again," I said, "but I definitely think you need this."

"Over my lap, slut."

"Don't call me that."

"You don't think you're a slut? You were masturbating in my house!"

"I don't like that word."

"Ok, over my lap, whore."

She turned even redder.

"Don't call me that," she muttered.

"Then get over my lap and we can finish your punishment."

She gave me another sneer before lowering herself to my lap once again. Her bottom was a lovely shade of pink from the spanking, which I realized to my pleasure had been not too severe, but also not too light. Her hands, still tied snugly but not too tightly, remained at the small of her back, so it was my responsibility to ensure that she didn't fall from my lap.

"Not too hard, ok?"

I answered by folding the belt in half, then bringing it down across her ass twice, leaving two lovely streaks of dark pink.

CRACK! CRACK!

"Ooooooooooooo!"

"One thing you need to understand, slut," I said, drawing the belt back again, "is that I'm in charge here and will spank you as hard as I want. Understand?"

She didn't respond.

CRACK! CRACK!

Two more streaks joined the first pair. She was whimpering again now.

I put the belt in my left hand for a moment, following a hunch.

"Just as I thought, slut. This is still turning you on."

My thumb pressed into her g-spot again, eliciting a soft, feminine coo from my babysitter's lips.

"Don't stop," she moaned.

I stopped.

"What was that, slut?"

"I'm not a slut! Please don't stop!"

I took the belt in my hand again.

CRACK! CRACK!

"Just admit it, Kera. Tell me what you are and I'll let you cum."

She screamed at the next two blows.

CRACK! CRACK!

Angry red streaks covered her beautiful ass now.

Once again, she was sobbing.

"Tell me, Kera. Admit what you are."

Nothing.

"Alright," I said, "I guess I'll just have to continue."

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

She was gasping and sobbing, but also, if I wasn't mistaken, once again trying to grind her pussy into my leg.

"Ok," she sobbed, "ok."

"Ok what?"

"I'll say it."

"Say what?"

"I'm a slut," she whispered.

CRACK!

"Louder!"

"I'm a slut."

"Good girl," I said, dropping the belt.

"Kera," I said, massaging her ravaged buttocks, "your spanking is over now."

I helped her off my lap so she was once again kneeling in front of me with her hands behind her back. Even with her eyes puffy from crying, she was beautiful.

"Untie me."

"Not so fast," I said, "I think you need some time to think about what you've done."

I pulled her panties out of my pocket.

"Open up."

To my surprise, she obeyed. I pressed the panties into her mouth, and, before she could react, secured them in place with the scarf. My well-spanked, voluptuous and clearly-aroused babysitter was bound and gagged in front of me. Now I just had to decide what to do with her next!

"Kera," I said, slowly unbuttoning my pants, "we're going to have to get you out of those clothes soon," -- she was still wearing her blouse, and her skirt was slowly falling back down over her ass -- "but first I want you to see what you've caused."

I unzipped my pants and pulled my boxer briefs down, exposing an angry erection. My babysitter's eyes travelled immediately to the sizable head of my stiff cock.

"If you want me to let you cum, you're going to have to make me cum first. Understood?"

She nodded.

"Good."

I untied the gag. She spat the panties to the floor.

"Now untie my hands."

"What for?"

"So I can suck your cock."

"Kera, you're not going to suck my cock."

"I'm not?" she was genuinely confused.

"I'm going to fuck your cute little face."

She grimaced.

"Kera," I said, taking my cock in one hand and her ponytail in the other while she looked up at me in anticipation, "it's time you learned that if you go around acting like a slut, sooner or later someone's going to treat you like one."

Her face was defiant, her lips closed.

"Just one thing, Kera. I want you to beg me for it."

Silence.

I slapped her face with my turgid cock, leaving a red line across her fair skin. Then I drew back to slap the other cheek.

"Ok, ok," she said, "please let me suck your cock."

"That's not what I asked you say," I said, letting my dick slap down across her other cheek.

"Please fuck my face," she muttered.

"Louder."

"Please fuck my face."

"If you insist."

I pressed my cock to her lips and slowly pushed into her mouth.

"Good girl," I said, pressing it to the back of her throat, "I think you're going to like this."

I pulled out.

"It's too big," she protested, "you can't stick that thing in my throat."

"Oh but I can," I assured her, pushing my cockhead back into her mouth, holding her head securely by the ponytail.

"Take this fucking dick you slut."

She moaned as I pushed against the back of her throat. She must have taught herself to deepthroat somewhere along the way, because her gag reflex didn't kick in immediately.

"Good girl. Swallow that cock like the dirty fucking whore that you are."

Then I began to fuck her face, slowly at first but faster and faster, pausing occasionally to let her gasp for breath.

"Look at me, whore," I said, wrenching her head up, "good sluts make eye contact when they're being face-fucked."

She did her best to obey me, fighting back tears as I ravaged her young throat.

"So good," I gasped, on the edge of my own orgasm, "such a good fucking slut."

"Do you want me to cum, honey?"

I pulled out for a moment to allow her to answer.

"Yes. Please cum."

"Where would you like me to cum?"

"In my mouth."

I pressed my cock back into her throat for a few strokes, contemplating her answer.

"Let's get something straight here, Kera," I said, removing my cock and slapping her across the face with it once again, "I'll cum wherever I want, and you'll like it. It that clear?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to cum all over your pretty face."

She grimaced.

"You're going to beg for it."

I gave her another dickslap.

"Kera," I said looking down at her, "tell me you're a dirty whore, and ask me to cum on your face."

"I'm a dirty whore," she whispered, "please cum on my face."

I jerked her head back again.

"Look at me and say it louder."

"I'm a dirty whore," she repeated, "please cum on my face."

I began to jerk my cock while I held her head in place with my other hand. In a matter of seconds, I was cumming harder than I had in living memory, painting her face with streams and ribbons of hot, sticky semen. When I was finished, Kera's face was completely coated, and there were several strings in her hair. Several splatters had missed her entirely, hitting the hardwood floor that she knelt on.

"Good girl," I said, still panting from the exertion of my orgasm, "now it's time to clean up. Open your mouth."

She obeyed. I scooped up the cum, first from her eyes, then from her cheeks and the area around her lips onto my fingers and fed it to her, one glop at a time. She licked my fingers greedily, looking up at me from time to time.

"Kera," I said, "I can see that the spanking truly did improve your behavior. You might be allowed to cum very soon."

She looked at me hopefully.

"There's just a little more there," I said, pointing to the sticky globs of cum on the clean hardwood floor.

She made a face, but then, to my surprise, bent down obediently, hands still secured behind her back, and licked the last traces of my cum from the floor.

"Good girl," I said, "you've become a very obedient whore."

She smiled.

I grabbed her purse and opened it, rummaging through it until I found what I'd been looking for: her vibrator.

"Alright, Kera," I said, untying her hands, "you've earned this."

I handed her the vibrator.

She flipped the switch and it began to purr. In a matter of less than a minute, her cries were filling the house. My cock returned to full attention as I watched her pleasure herself. She went at it again and again, peaking and then relaxing, then peaking again.

After she had her fill, she collapsed on the bare floor in a heap, crying softly to herself.

"I can't believe you made me do that," she panted.

"What?"

"Everything."

"Didn't you enjoy it?"

She paused for a long moment.

"Yes," her voice faltered, "yes but."

"But?"

"I'm really a good girl."

I laughed.

"I don't think you are!"

"I am! I'm not some kind of whore babysitter who fucks her clients."

"You didn't fuck me," I pointed out, "I merely gave you a spanking, then fucked your throat and came on your face. You fucked yourself with a dildo."

"See?" she said, standing up and uncrumpling her panties, which she found balled up on the floor, "I hate it when you talk like that. I hate talking about sex. And I can't stand the word...," she stopped for a moment, "slut."

"But you like being forced to talk dirty, to do dirty things."

"Yes," she admitted.

"Then you are a slut."

She shook her head.

"Say it."

Still pantless, my large erection was apparent.

"Kera," I said, approaching her, "am I going to have to make you say it again?"

I picked her up in my powerful arms and carried her to the couch. She didn't resist as I unzipped her skirt and pushed it the the floor. I pulled her blouse over her head and kissed her on the lips while I unhooked her bra, freeing her marvelous tits at last.

"If you don't say it, I'm going to have to fuck you."

She kissed me back, passionately, hungrily.

"I'm not going to say it," she murmured, clutching at my back as I kissed down her neck, "you have to make me."

I teased one breast with one hand while I took the nipple of the other breast in my mouth, sucking at it greedily. She began to coo happily. I reached between her legs, discovering to my delight that she was still moist.

"I'll make you say it all right," I said, breaking our embrace and positioning her on her knees on the couch, her ass sticking out as she faced away from me. Then I guided my painfully erect member slowly into her pussy. Even though she was soaking wet, it was a tight fit.

"Fuck," she gasped, "you're big!"

"Be gentle," she added, "I'm still sore from before."

"I don't think so," I said, grabbing her ponytail firmly in my left hand as I began to fuck her with swift, firm strokes.

Her moans filled the room once again.

"What are you, Kera?"

"I'm a good girl," she insisted, as I pounded her petite pussy with my massive rod.

"Good girls don't get fucked like this, Kera," I said, slowing my pace to keep her guessing but tightening my grip on her hair.

SLAP!

I delivered a blow across her painfully tender ass.

"OOOOOOOOOOOW!" she shrieked, "you fucking bastard!"

I pulled out abruptly.

"What are you doing?" her voice was plaintive.

"Tell me what you want, Kera."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Say it louder, Kera."

"Fuck me!" she pleaded.

I pushed my cock back inside of her, all the way in a single motion.

As I increased the pace of my strokes, I slapped her ass again.

"Uuuuh," she cried, "you fucking bastard."

"Tell me what you are, Kera."

SLAP!

SLAP!

I landed another blow on each buttock.

"Say it!" I demanded, fucking her as hard as I could. The sound of our thighs slapping together filled the room.

Then it seemed like a dam had burst inside her.

"I'm a slut," moaned Kera, "I'm a dirty little fucking slut."

"Good girl," I groaned, "take this fucking cock."

"Fuck me with that big fucking dick you bastard. Give me that cock," she moaned.

"You're my property now, aren't you, slut?"

"Yes," she panted, "just fuck me!"

"Who does this pussy belong to?"

"You," she moaned.

"What are you, Kera?"

"I'm a slut," she moaned, "I'm a dirty little fucking whore."

I felt her cunt clench down on my cock as her body was wracked with a powerful orgasm.

"Fuuuuuck!" she exclaimed.

"That's it you little whore," I moaned, "cum on this fucking cock."

"I did," she panted, "I came."

"Then get ready to take my load in your slutty little cunt you fucking whore," I panted, feeling my own orgasm build.

"UUUUGH," my own vocalization surprised me as I shot my seed into Kera's tight snatch, relishing each contraction as my balls slowly emptied themselves.

"Fuck," I said, "that was amazing."

I slowly pulled out of her, then waited for her to catch her breath and turn around.

"Now clean me off."

"Yes sir," she said smiling. She sat on the edge of the couch and took my dick in her mouth, sucking out the last drops of cum eagerly.

"Good girl!"

She took a shower before gathering up her things to leave. When she finally had to go, she gave me a hug, followed by a chaste peck on the cheek, as if I'd been an ex-boyfriend.

"Kera," I said, "you know you still have to babysit on Monday."

"I know," she replied, as if nothing had happened.

Then a thought occurred to me.

"You live in a dorm, right?"

"That's right."

"So I could come to your dorm sometime and fuck you there?"

Her face darkened.

"Don't you dare," she said, "there's almost no privacy there. Someone would hear us."

"That's exactly the point," I said, grinning as I held the door for her, "they'd find out what a little whore you are. See you soon!"

As she walked out the door, I slapped her ass one last time. She squealed and flashed me a girlish smile before turning to walk away. I knew it wouldn't be long before I paid her a visit.

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