Caught Slacking Babysitter Needs To Pay With Facesittin

“Caught Slacking, Babysitter Needs To Pay With Facesitting”

The babysitter, a busty brunette named Sam, sits on the couch, her eyes glued to her cell phone as she texts her friends. She doesn’t notice the front door opening or the click of high heels on the floor. A stunning MILF dressed in an elegant pencil skirt and white blouse appears in the living room.

Sam looks up, startled. “Oh my god, Mrs. Robinson! When did you get home? I was just, uh, checking on the kids…”

The MILF crosses her arms, a smirk on her lips. “Checking on the kids? Please, I’ve been watching you lounging around, completely ignoring your job. I bet those brats have been unsupervised this whole time.”

Sam’s jaw drops. “No, that’s not true! I just…I didn’t hear you come in…”

“No apologies or excuses. I should report you to your agency and get you fired, but I have a better idea.” Mrs. Robinson advanced on the babysitter. “You’re going to pay for your neglect. Now strip.”

“W-what?” Sam sputters, unwilling to disobey an angry MILF. Cringing slightly, she peels off her tank top, revealing her magnificent breasts, each capped with a perky nipple. Her shorts follow next, exposing grandparents on both sides. Undies and bra join the pile, leaving Sam nude and flushed, tugging a curtain of hair to cover her nethers.

“Face forward and put your hands on your knees,” Mrs. Robinson commands. “I’m going to teach you a lesson about slacking off and not following instructions.”

Sam can’t believe what’s happening. Is this MILF really going to spank her? Facing the couch, she squats with her legs apart and big tits swinging, offering a full view. Her wavy hair hangs around her face as she tries to look unobtrusive.

The snap of a belt makes Sam jump and whimper. With the first lick of leather across her plump cheeks, she yelps and squirms. Hissing exhales would have been crude, but a teenage babysitter worries about decorum last in these circumstances. Tears prick at her eyes, stoking an infernal blush.

Enduring a spanking by an infuriated woman old enough to be her mother, Sam is at full snivel over the sofa. Mrs. Robinson lands another systemic blow to remind her who’s boss. The babysitter’s posterior goes crimson and rosy at the same time. Crossing her feet, she squeals and snorts out the tears. After the MILF-qualified handiwork, Sam’s backside is invigorated and scrumptiously raw.

“All right young lady, you’ve made your point,” Sam says through the waterworks. “I promise I’ll do a better job from now on!” As she sniffs, the weeping teen struggles to stand but more tears form. We see her charcoaled ass endure another punch, this one not from Mrs. Robinson. Another grownup, male this time, has approached from somewhere out of camera range and sealed the lesson before abruptly pulling away, leaving Sam steady.

No matter how time breaks when the woman is being chastened, the reprimand is over now. She still can’t avoid the spectacle she caused them. Sam stands to face her thorough boss with arms folded over her boobs, knees still bent in embarrassment. It’s as if, at the mere thought of being scandalous, she unwittingly becomes vulnerable, so her apprehension must be quelled by resolve.

“As I said, Sam, I’m not pressing charges or getting you fired this time,” Mrs. Robinson says dryly. “You’re too young to be an authority yet. But you need to accept the consequences of your actions when you misbehave.” Moving swiftly, the MILF seizes the still-sobbing babysitter and forces her face into a lap.

The couch derives an otherworldly, sizzling sound as the MILF’s stately ass cushions Sam’s glowing cheeks for many prolonged seconds. The events are jerky, as Mrs. Robinson seems to be shifting the girl, maybe to a more profound angle, sometimes holding pressure, or assume a pattern. Sam endures the ordeal sans taunting until it’s over.

As the apprehended teen comes up for air, there’s a exceeding sense of Mrs. Paget-Robinson’s increased confidence at the admirable outcome of her well-intentioned disciplinary measures. Red-faced with humiliation, clothes in a heap, and the taste of her tormentor still on her tongue, Sam realizes from her position under Mrs. Robinson’s rear that she’ll need to shape up considerably if she has any hope of avoiding such harsh punishments in the future.

“Whew, Mrs. Paget-Robinson, you’re displaying your muscle,” the babysitter laughs when she can speak again, adjusting the way her dress falls on her body.

“Don’t think this gets you off the hook,” Mrs. Paget-Robinson chides. “Starting today, you make sure this house is spotless to earn back my trust. No more shirking your duties and you leave your phone out of reach in the future.”

The babysitter who remained saucily defiant, as a matter of principle, until this point has no choice but to bow in supplication. “Yes, ma’am, whatever you say. I’ve learned my lesson and I’m sorry for all the trouble.” Though Mrs. Paget-Robinson would have appreciated a meaningful apology from her wayward sitter, she must admit that there’s no more punishing to be done.

Thus ends our abridged tale of a young delinquent babysitter who learned not to abuse her position when watched over by a scrupulous, no-nonsense MILF willing to uphold proper conduct. Sam’s most enduring memory will be the stinging imprints of Mrs. Robinson’s stately posterior and the humiliation of being tamed by a superior woman.