By Christi
I had only taken a $20. The people I nannied for had a whole wad of cash in a kitchen drawer and I planned on returning it before anyone noticed. Apparently someone did.
“I’m so sorry Sir.” I told him for the four hundredth time. “It won’t happen again, I swear. Please don’t fire me, I need this job!” He sighed and rubbed his forehead.
“I don’t want to fire you,” He admitted, “My wife was upset and told me to talk to you today. The kids aren’t even here this morning. She stayed home to take care of them and they’re all out right now. This is just completely unacceptable. We trust you with our children, when you steal from us that trust is broken.”
“Isn’t there anything I can do to regain your trust?” I pleaded, “I promise I won’t do this again. I feel awful, I totally regret it.”
“I’ll make you regret it.” He said, his voice harsher than before, “Listen, I won’t fire you this time, but I’m not just going to let this go. You stole from us and you need to be punished for it.” He grabbed my hand and led into the family room. He sat down on the couch and I stood nervously beside him. “Get over my knee,” he said sternly. My eyes grew wide.
“You’re going to spank me?!?” I asked, horrified.
“Yes,” he said, “if you want to keep this job then we’re dealing with this my way. Now bend over.” I stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. I thought about my options, or lack thereof. I took a deep breath and lowered myself over his lap. He flipped my skirt up and adjusted me on his knee. I blushed and tried to reach back to cover myself. He grabbed my hand and pinned it behind my back. Slowly and firmly he began to spank me. Each slap leaving a stinging hand print on my ass. After a few minutes he let go of my hand, I started to get up thinking he was finished, but he pushed me back down. I felt the cool breeze on my burning ass as he lowered my panties to my ankles and slid them off. I turned scarlet. He held me tightly and began to slap faster and faster. I squirmed from the pain and tried to get away but he was a lot bigger and stronger. I started to whine and he stopped. He stood me up and took both of my hands in his, looking directly into my eyes. “Go into my bedroom,” he said, “And get my wife’s hairbrush and bring it here.” My heart sank and I slowly trudged into the room.
I returned a moment later with the brush. I handed it to him and he motioned for me to go back over his knee. I put my hands on the floor to brace myself. The first whack hurt a lot more than I expected. I frantically tried to get away but he pushed my head back down and held me tight. The smacks went on and on, my ass growing redder and redder. When he finally stopped I was laying limp across his lap. Whimpering in pain. “Stand up.” He ordered. I did as I was told, not wanting any more trouble. He pulled my skirt down to the floor and told me bend over the couch. I cringed as I saw him unhook his belt. I bent over and put my hands flat, I tried to prepare myself for the pain. I yelped with each hit, burning up the backs of my thighs and my red ass. My knees buckled and he waited while I got back in position and then continued with the beating. When he was done I stood there, sobbing. I heard him put his belt back on and then silence as he stood there, staring at me. Read the rest of this entry »
