Black & Blue Bottomed Babysitter (For Tangerine - Severe)

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Eighteen year old Amanda Summers appeared every inch the innocent schoolgirl. She was a Senior at St. Luke's High School, an all girl's Catholic School in the Deep South of Mississippi. She had deep green eyes, and long red hair which she kept in two pony tails on the sides of her head. She was also rather tiny, standing at only three-foot, four inches tall, and weighing in at barely ninety Lbs. soaking wet, and was oftentimes mistaken for an elementary student. This had resulted in a number of the Sisters of Holy Discipline bending her over a chair, or stool, or turning her over a knee on a regular basis for long, hard applications of palms, switches, belts, or paddles on her bared buttocks mistaking her for a young girl out of bounds on the Middle School, or High School areas of campus. She never even bothered to try to correct any of them, and willingly flipped up her skirt, lowered her panties, and assumed whichever position the nuns asked of her and took as many swats as they wished to give, several times even asking for more, or even a whole second spanking, which they all seemed to be quite willing to apply with relish. Maybe it was just a nun thing. None of the High School Teaching Sisters bothered to correct the lower grade nuns, and often would make Amanda report to her Homeroom during recess or after school to get paddlings for having been punished by the other nuns. Amanda always willingly complied, as the girl was a full on closet masochist of the spanko kind. It helped that her mother, aunties, mother's friends, and all her friend's mothers were very old school strict, and firm believers in frequently baring a girl's buttocks for good, hard spankings to help "keep her on the right path". Which leads up to the current situation. Amanda was making very good pocket money as an babysitter for her mother's friends from the church, one of whom was paying her nearly twenty dollars an hour to babysit her daughters for four hours every night. The girls were, for the most part, very sweet and obedient children, and rarely needed an stern glance or warning word. And even more rarely the actual spanking that their mother had ordered Amanda to give if they broke any rules. Which the very, very stern older woman had then demonstrated on Amanda's bared bottom in front of the five, and fourteen year old girls. She had Amanda pull up her skirt, push her panties down to her ankles, and bend over the arm of the sofa in with her rear end facing the girls, and spread her legs as wide open as she could. She had then spent almost ten minutes slapping her buttocks, and upper thighs as hard as she could. This was followed by the woman having her fourteen year old bring her a wide, thick men's leather belt, which she then used to cover Amanda's entire bottom from knee hollows to tops of each buttock with swollen, bruised welts. She then had admonished the girls that if they misbehaved, Amanda would do this to them whilst the girl had stood in the corner sobbing.

That had been 3 months ago. Last night Amanda had had to actually spank both girls for fighting over a television show, then put them both to bed without any supper. All the while she was smacking their bottoms, and then bringing the belt down hard across their rapidly reddening, then bruising, welted backsides, she had been wishing it was her being punished in their place. That is was their mother, or her own mother whipping her savagely in front of them instead. Or at the least leaving their bedroom doors open so they could fully hear every THWAP of leather on her bottom, and every one of her screams of pain. This feeling had grown into a full fledged need overnight. So immediately after school, she went directly to their home thirty minutes earlier so that she could talk to the girl's mother, and make a special request. One that was going to mean her bottom was going to be very bruised and sore from now on.

[Tangerine]

After a soothing shower, and some mundane preening, the familiar guest of the house opted to fill an ordinary chair at the kitchen island. A faint steam rose up from a cup of tea next to her laptop as she commenced going through a few emails from work. It was both an inconvenience and an untimely frustration to have to do some work during her two-week-long vacation. However, the quicker she would be done with it, the faster she could join her sister and her sweet nieces at the cinema. At the moment, Maria was alone in her sister’s house, but she filled her place rather well, given that they were twins. Apart from her blonde hair, they looked quite identical.

Having an adamant personality, favouring an orderly life style ran in the family, perhaps. Traces of her sister’s abundantly strict traits could be found in her as well. However, she didn’t have the same disciplinary methods in common with her sibling. Maria had no kids, but wouldn’t have relied on a rather old fashioned spanking to correct their attitude if she had. Other than that, no matter how troublesome—and they weren’t really—she adored her nieces. Whenever she got to visit them, she liked to spoil them with gifts. So when her sister, Ophelia, mentioned an occasion, on which a babysitter had treated them quite harshly, that had admittedly made her quite furious. Even though their mother seemed to allow that kind of punishment, she had a hard time swallowing the fact that a random brat had caused her lovely nieces to be unable to sit for a good while.

That didn’t mean, however, Maria despised some harsh smacks on the butt. Only, those tended to belong in her bedroom, when she wanted to spice things up a bit with her boyfriend. While her sister had been quick to start a family, the thirty-five-year-old blonde had opted for a single life, less responsibilities, more freedom. None of that was at the back of her head though while she was sipping at her tea. She had even forgotten about the babysitter. “Finally.” The woman slammed the laptop shut, ready to change into something a bit smarter and drive off. However, a few knocks on the door interrupted her plans. It was too early for her sister to return, so she wasn’t sure whom that might be.

Wavy blonde locks swayed behind her as Maria headed to the door. During her strolling across the house, a white tanktop did its best to contain the distinct members of her bosom. On the bottom, a comfortable pair of running shorts hugged her hips and bared half of her thighs. To greet, or rather to confront this uninvited visitor, she opened the door. “Yes?” It was a young redhead’s visage what welcomed her on the other side. Blue eyes quickly inspected the girl. A bit old to be one of her nieces’ friends, and certainly too young to be her sister’s; she had an idea who that could be.