Kera Receives a Visitorbyspankprof32©
Author's note: This is a continuation of the story "Kera and the Nannycam," about a 35-year-old single father and his 20-year-old babysitter, Kera. It may also be read alone.
It wasn't hard to figure out where Kera lived. All I had to do was ask her! She must have guessed my intentions, especially since I'd revealed them to her during our last meeting, but she still gave me the address of her dorm, adding to the end of her text message that I was not to visit her under any circumstances.
"Relax," I'd replied, "I wouldn't dream of it."
It had been a week since our first encounter. During that time, she had babysat as usual, but the tension between was ratcheted up a little every day.
Finally, on Friday afternoon I took Alex to my mother's house and drove down to campus, parking in a public garage near Kera's dorm. I carried a small messenger bag at my side containing some "supplies" that I'd be making use of, should I be fortunate enough to find Kera at home.
Conscious of my advanced age compared to most of the students (I was 35), I walked as confidently as I could through the doors of the dormitory.
"Can I help you?" asked a perky blonde behind the desk. I'd been spotted immediately.
"I'm here to visit my," I paused for a moment, "sister."
"No problem!" she said, "I just need to see a photo ID, and you can sign in here."
I showed her my driver's license and signed my name.
"Can you tell me what room she's in?"
"No, sir," said the blonde, giving me a concerned look, "she'll have to tell you herself. Or you can wait for her in the lobby."
I thanked her and sat down.
Here goes nothing, I thought, as I dialed Kera's number.
To my delight, she picked up. A few minutes later, she was standing in front of me in the lobby, wearing sweatpants, sandals and a tight t-shirt that showed off her perky young breasts.
"What's so important?" she said, "I can't babysit tonight. I'm going out."
"Let's go upstairs and I'll tell you," I said, standing and taking her by the arm.
"I don't think so," she said, "I know what you're trying to do, and it's not going to work."
"Are you sure?" I said, "it seems like you're leading me to the elevators."
We crossed the lobby and got into an empty elevator. As the doors closed, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.
"We can't do this. Not here. Let's go back to your place, please?"
"I don't think so," I said sternly, kissing her back, "besides, don't you want everyone to know what a little slut you are?"
She pulled back and slapped me across the face.
"Don't use that kind of language with me! I'm a good girl!"
"That's not what you said last week," I said, rubbing my cheek, "it looks like you need to be punished again."
"That's it," she said, "you can get lost."
She stepped out of the elevator.
She turned to walk away, but I put my foot in the elevator door and stopped it before it could close.
I followed her silently down the hall a few paces until she turned and went into a door. I heard the lock fall in place behind her.
I knocked on the door.
"Kera," I said in a loud voice, "I've got those class notes you wanted. Please open up."
I heard the being unlocked from the inside. Kera peered out at me.
"I knew it was you."
"I know. I just want to talk."
"Watch your mouth young lady, or there'll be consequences," I warned.
"I told you I didn't want you to come here."
"I know," I said, putting my hand in the door and forcing it open a bit wider, "but I'm here now, aren't I?"
She stepped back from the door and let me inside.
"My roommate's coming back soon, so you have to leave before she gets here."
"Don't you have a signal or something?"
She looked at me blankly.
"Like, I don't know, a sock?"
She stuck out her tongue at me. There was her trademark defiance. Once again, I was going to have to earn her submission.
"Ok," I said, closing the door behind me, "if you want her to come in here and see you getting fucked like a cheap whore, that's certainly fine with me. Maybe she'd like to watch."
Kera gasped. She was still doing her good girl act. This time I caught the hand that came flying at my face.
"I came prepared for this," I said, reaching into my bag while I held her wrist. Before she could react, I had secured both of her wrists behind her back with pair of cuffs I'd brought from home.
She opened her mouth, but I covered it with my hand. Then I reached into the bag once more, producing a ball gag.
"See?" I said, "you won't have to worry about making noise!"
I pushed the ball into her mouth and secured it on the back of her head. Then I let go of her, taking a moment to admire my handiwork.
"Beautiful," I said, "just what a roommate wants to see when she comes home from a hard day of classes."
She moaned in frustration.
"I know, it's hard pretending to be such a prude when you're really a total whore," I said, "but this way you don't have to worry about it. Just let me use you for my pleasure."
I pulled her sweatpants roughly to her knees, exposing her white thong panties.
"Nice," I said, pulling the panties down as well as she continued to whimper.
I stroked along the length of her bare legs, up towards her pussy. As I expected, she was wet.
I grabbed her and pulled her over my lap as I sat on the lower bunkbed.
"Let's start with a spanking! It's been, what, a whole week?"
She whimpered in response.
I was happy to see that there were still some faint marks from the thrashing I'd given her at my house.
I let my hand crack down on her shapely backside until it was a nice shade of pink. She moaned a bit, but the gag did its job of covering her cries. Of course, I didn't want her to be totally quiet -- quite the opposite! But I knew that I'd have to get her worked up before she would do the things I wanted her to do.
"Had enough yet?" I asked, working my hand soothingly across her ass, "ready to be a good little whore?"
She shook her head defiantly.
"Well then, I guess we'll have to keep going. Let's see what you've got around here."
I scanned the room for a suitable spanking implement.
I almost couldn't believe my eyes when I noticed a wooden paddle emblazoned with three greek letters hanging on the wall on her roommate's side of the room.
"Is that?" I stammered, "I thought those things only existed in movies!"
Kera was clearly curious about what I was referring to, but when I moved her gently to the floor and crossed the room to retrieve the paddle, her eyes widened.
"Mmmm!" she moaned against the gag.
"Do you want to say something, slut?"
I released the gag for a moment.
"That's my roommate's you bastard! Leave it alone."
"Are you ready to admit to being a dirty cumslut?"
She grimaced, turning bright red.
"Well then, you leave me no choice!"
I secured the gag once more before positioning her so that she was kneeling on the ground with her torso on the bed, her delicious ass extended for a paddling.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The paddle proved to be remarkably strong for a novelty item.
She began to sob through the gag.
I paused the punishment for a moment, pulling her back up to face me.
"Kera," I said, "I don't like to see you suffer like this, so I'm going to give you a choice. I can either continue to spank you, for as long as I like, with the gag in, or I can take it out and only give you ten more whacks. Would you like that?"
She nodded vigorously.
"There's a hitch, though."
She looked up at me expectantly with her large brown eyes.
"You have to say something after every whack. Agreed?"
I released the gag.
"So Kera," I said, stroking her tear-stained cheek affectionately, "here's how this is going to work. Before I spank you, you're going to say the words 'spank me daddy, I'm a dirty whore.'"
"Have it your way."
I replaced the gag and bent her over the bed once more.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The holes in the paddle caused it to make a "whish!" each time it accelerated towards the young woman's abused backside.
"Would you like me to stop, Kera?"
She nodded vigorously.
"Are you ready to agree to my terms?"
She nodded again. I removed the ball gag.
"What do you say?"
"Spank me daddy," she whispered.
I let the paddle crack down across her ass, hard.
"You forgot something, Kera," I said, "you forgot that you're a dirty whore."
"Spank me daddy, I'm a --," her voice trailed off.
"What's that slut? I can't hear you!" I drew the paddle back again.
"I'm a dirty whore," she finished, her voice still hushed.
"I know that was hard for you to admit, and it will do for the first whack, but you're going to have to get louder each time," I said, taking aim with the paddle.
"OOOOW!" she cried.
"One," I counted.
"What do you say, slut?"
"Spank me daddy, I'm a dirty whore," she muttered.
"Two," I said, rubbing the paddle against her punished rear.
"What do you say, Kera? This time I want to hear it loud and clear."
"Spank me daddy, I'm a dirty whore," she muttered, a bit louder this time.
"That was three. What do you say, Kera?"
She was crying softly, her whole body twitching as she forced out the words.
"Spank me daddy, I'm a dirty whore."
"Four. Good girl. This time I want to really hear it though, Kera!"
"Spank me daddy, I'm a dirty whore," she repeated, in a normal voice.
"Very good, Kera!"
"Spank me daddy, I'm a dirty whore," she repeated about as loudly as before.
"I'm sorry, Kera, but you're going to have to say it louder than that or I'll have to put the gag back in."
"But someone might hear me," she sobbed.
It was true. From time to time there were footsteps and voices audible in the hall.
"That's the entire point," I said, "I'm here to help you show everyone what a filthy whore you really are. Now say it before I have to gag you again and really thrash you."
"Spank me daddy, I'm a dirty whore," she sobbed.
"Six. Just a few more to go."
"Spank me daddy, I'm a dirty whore!" she said, in a voice loud enough to be audible in the hall.
"Spank me daddy, I'm a dirty whore!"
"Eight. I want you to really mean it this time."
Her body shook as she gathered her strength.
"SPANK ME DADDY, I'M A DIRTY WHORE," she yelled into the bedsheets.
"Nine. That was good, but for this last one, I want your head up so you really project."
She was sobbing again.
"If you don't, we're going to go back to one and do it all over again."
I pulled her head up by grabbing the hair at the base of her neck.
"Say it, Kera. I want you to really shout it. Be a good little slut for daddy."
"SPANK ME DADDY, I'M A DIRTY WHORE!"
Her voice filled the room, and, I was sure, the hallway.
"Ten." I said, crossing the room to return the paddle to its place on the wall.
"See? It's like I never touched it."
Kera couldn't see, however, because her face was buried in the bedsheets.
I walked back over to her and traced my fingers across her burning backside.
"You fucking bastard," she mumbled, through her sobs, "people heard that."
"Well, if they didn't hear it, they're certainly going to hear it when I fuck you."
I reached between her legs, running my fingers along her slit, teasing her pussy lips and clit.
"Good girl," I said, "nice and wet for daddy."
I uncuffed her wrists. She pushed against the bunkbed and stood up, her legs wobbly.
"Are you ready to be a good girl?"
She turned to face me, her tear-stained face defiant once again.
"Get on your knees, Kera."
To my surprise, she complied.
"Take off your shirt."
She sneered at me before pulling her t-shirt over her head, revealing her breasts, barely held back by a white lace bra.
"The bra too."
It was the kind that had the clasp in front. She unhooked it, letting her tits spill out. I admired the pair of perfectly-formed pale globes, each with a large brown areola in the middle. Her nipples were erect.
Kera's sweatpants and panties were still around her ankles. I rather liked them there.
"No, that'll do for now."
I unbuckled my belt and pants, freeing a massive erection.
Kera reached for my cock, almost as if by instinct.
"Not so fast, Kera," I said, pushing her hand away and cupping her under the chin so that her eyes met mine, "if you want to touch this, you're going to have to earn it. Are you going to be a good girl and earn the privilege of sucking daddy's cock?"
"I want you to play with your pussy, Kera."
Her hand immediately went between her legs and she began to make low whimpering sounds as she worked her clitoris.
When the pace of her breathing told me she was near to orgasm, I pulled her hand away abruptly. She gave a cry of frustration.
"Do you want to cum, slut?"
She turned bright red and nodded her head.
"Then I want you to go over there and open the door."
She was so shocked she seemed unable to speak.
"Just a crack. I don't mean wide open," I assured her.
"But --," she stammered.
She stood gingerly, but then, realizing that the sweatpants around her knees were preventing her from walking comfortably, returned to all fours and crossed the room.
Slowly and ever-so-quietly she opened the door to her room that led directly to a public hallway. Anyone passing by who happened to hear us could look in and get an eyeful.
She turned and crawled back towards me.
"Tell me the truth, Kera," I said, "you love the idea of having an audience while you're being fucked, as humiliating as it is, don't you?"
"Good girl. I'm glad you admit it."
"Kera," I said, "you may now suck my cock."
She grabbed my rod eagerly, swallowing it almost halfway in the first stroke. I couldn't stifle a moan as I felt my dick enter the gorgeous co-ed's throat.
"Fuck Kera," I said, in a voice loud enough to be audible in the hall, "you're such a good little cocksucker."
Her face turned bright red when she heard the word "cocksucker."
"That's it you little whore," I said, a little louder, "suck that fucking dick like you mean it."
She took my dick out of her mouth for a moment, licking the shaft enthusiastically before moving down to my balls. She looked up at me for my approval as she massaged my sac with her tongue.
"Good girl," I said, "lick those balls."
She returned my cock to her mouth and began to work it furiously, one hand on my scrotum and the other on my shaft.
"Fuck Kera," I groaned, "you must have sucked a lot of cock before to know how to do this so well."
She groaned on my dick, sending a delicious sensation through my body.
"You have, haven't you!?" I said, "you're a cocksucking little whore, aren't you?"
"Mmmm," she replied.
I pushed her hands away for a moment and pushed my dick forcefully into her throat.
"That's it honey. Choke on daddy's cock."
I could feel her gag. I pulled my dick out once more and took a handful of her hair in one hand.
"Beg for daddy's cock, Kera. Tell him you want to gag on it."
"Don't make me say that," she pleaded.
I smacked her face with my right hand, just hard enough to sting.
"Say it, Kera."
She looked up at me in a mixture of shock and desire, "please let me gag on your cock, daddy," she said, "choke me with it."
"What a good little whore you are, Kera"
I shoved my cock back into her mouth, holding it in her throat until she began to gag.
"What do you say, Kera? Daddy gave you what you wanted."
I pulled out my cock again and smacked it across her face.
"Say thank you, slut."
"What's my name, slut?"
"Daddy. Thank you daddy," she gasped, catching her breath before I pushed my cock back into her mouth.
"Such a pretty little fucking slut," I moaned, looking down at my red-faced babysitter, "do you want to get fucked?"
She removed my cock from her mouth.
"Yes daddy, please fuck me," she pleaded, looking up at me with her big brown eyes.
"What are you, Kera? Tell me the truth now."
"I'm a slut," she whispered, kissing the end of my rod, "I'm a slut, daddy."
"Let's see how big of a slut you are. Stand up."
She stood and faced me. I towered over her petite frame.
"Turn around and grab the bed."
She turned and grabbed the frame of the bunkbed, extending her bare ass towards me. I placed the tip of my cock, which was dripping with precum and saliva, against her swollen pussy lips. She cooed with desire.
Just then, there were voices in the hallway. They were indistinct, but sounded close.
"I think we have an audience," I whispered, "I bet that really turns you on, doesn't it you little whore? The thought of all your dormmates hearing you get manhandled, begging to be fucked like a cheap little slut."
Her breathing quickened audibly.
"You don't have to answer, Kera, I know it turns you on. But before I fuck you, you have to say something for me and for everyone in the hall."
She pressed her hips back, trying to impale herself on my cock. I let just the head slide into her wet warm tunnel. Once again, it was a tight fit.
"I want you to say 'my name is Kera and I'm a cum-loving whore,'" I whispered, "and I want it to be loud enough to hear out there."
She shook her head.
"Say it, Kera. Tell everyone what you are."
She shook her head again.
I grabbed a handful of her thick auburn hair and pulled her head back, my cocktip still poking tentatively into her.
"I'm going to have to make you say it, aren't I?"
She nodded. I slapped her twice with my open hand, first her face, then squarely on her punished ass. Two satisfying cracks rang through the room, followed by a shriek.
"Say it you dirty whore," I growled loudly, "tell everyone who and what you are."
"My -- my --," she stammered through her tears, "my name is Kera, and I'm a --"
"What are you, Kera?"
I slapped her again, once on the other side of her face and once across her ass.
"I'm a cum-loving whore," she blubbered.
"Good girl," I said, pushing my cock further into her cunt. She gasped at my size, but pushed back against me.
"Say it louder, slut," I said, pushing my cock to the hilt, relishing the feel of her burning buttocks against my flesh.
"My name is Kera," she began, then paused once more.
I smacked her ass twice, once on each cheek.
"Don't make me take off my belt, slut."
"My name is Kera and I'm a cum-loving whore," she blurted.
I pulled my cock out all the way and then slammed it home again, bottoming out on her cervix.
"FUCK," she groaned.
I put my hands over her wrists, which she was using to steady herself against the bedframe, and began to hammer my cock into her again and again.
The heavy bedframe shook and began to slam into the wall in time with our fucking. A boom went through the hallway each time I shoved my rod home.
"We're giving your friends quite a show, aren't we, Kera? I'll bet everyone on at least two floors can hear you getting fucked."
Suddenly, she was cumming. I felt her cunt clench onto my cock, then release in a series of spasms.
"FUUCK," she moaned, "don't stop fucking me, daddy!"
I slapped her again.
"DON'T STOP FUCKING ME DADDY!" she moaned, still coming hard on my cock.
I continued to pound her pussy, delighting in the sight of my tumescent rod disappearing between her punished buttchecks. Each time I slammed it home, the bedframe made a satisfying thud.