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Subject: {ASSM} Kelly's Summer of 1994 (M/f, Adult/teen, spank, cheat)
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Kelly's Summer of 1994 (M/f, Adult/teen, spank, cheat)

Do not read this if sexual activity between an adult and teen offends
you or if it is illegal for you to read such material. You have been
warned! Please do not write me if you've been offended, I will delete
all such complaints without responding.


CHAPTER ONE

As a teenager I spent one memorable summer babysitting for a married
couple with three young daughters. Both the parents worked during the
day so I was there every weekday from 7:45 AM until 5:30 PM. I was
paid less than minimum wage but at fifteen it felt like I had struck a
goldmine. I'd have money to buy new school clothes, make-up, and the
biggie: I'd be able to start my savings for a car! My parents had
promised to buy me a used car after I got my driver's license, if I
helped pay for it and I also bought my own auto insurance.

Now you'll have to help me out by imagining a hot June day in the
Pacific Northwest. Contrary to popular belief, it doesn't always rain
here.

The three girls were playing outside in the backyard, their usual
routine after lunch. For the first week I sat outside and watched them
skip rope and play on the swingset, but that got old. I had been
instructed to watch them outside but I didn't enjoy sitting on the
grass in the direct hot sun, bored out of my mind. I figured as long
as the sliding glass door was open then I'd be able to quickly
investigate any shouting, crying, or silence.

So that's where I was, sitting on the couch near the open door,
drinking iced tea and reading a magazine with an electric fan pointed
at me. I was also watching the wall clock tick towards 5:30 PM, when
either Kay or Phil would be home. It was a guessing game as to which
parent would show up first.

It was shortly after lunch and I was bored-bored-bored. I would have
watched TV but the only television set in the house was located in the
master bedroom, and I always felt weird being in there alone watching
TV on the bed. I felt better when the girls were in there with me,
like I wasn't invading private space.

I was surprised to hear the front door open. Phil called out from the
hallway, "It's just me, I left some things behind this morning." He
entered the living room and my stomach flipped. He was wearing his
casual Navy uniform and looked gorgeous. He had a trim swimmer's build
with dark clipped hair and olive skin.

He smiled at me and said, "Hey, great boots!" I was wearing a plain
white t-shirt, tight black pants, and sleek black leather boots that
hit a few inches below my knee. (Yeah, it was hot outside and I was
wearing black clothing and leather boots. I was fifteen, had a body to
show off, and thought I looked cool.)

"Thanks," I muttered into my magazine, blushing. I've always had a
problem with blushing around cute guys, which continues to this day.

"Well I left some stuff behind," he repeated, "so I thought I'd come
get it now and eat lunch here. Where are the girls?" He looked around
the room, as if three kids could be hiding behind the potted plants or
something.

This is when I noticed the girls weren't making any noise in the
backyard. I jumped off the couch and walked outside to see what they
were up to. I saw them in the far corner of the yard, examining
something on the grass. "Hey!" I yelled to get their attention. They
looked up and shouted joyfully about a small animal they found. "Well
don't bring it inside," I yelled back, "and remember to make some
noise so I know what you're doing."

Notice of their father's arrival would have just caused them to run
inside and clamor for attention. I didn't want to reveal their father
was home because it was exciting to be alone with him in the house.
That had never happened before and I liked the way it made me feel. It
was a little thrill in an otherwise boring day. I was pleased with
myself that I had decided to wear my tightest pants that morning.

"I'm going to do the lunch dishes and clean the living room!" I
shouted out at them for good measure. That'd do the trick, they
wouldn't dare come back inside for fear I'd ask them to help. Plus, I
knew Phil would overhear and I'd score some brownie points for
cleaning. That never hurts.

Walking back into the house I noticed the bedroom door on my left was
open and I could hear Phil moving around in there.

"Kelly, could you come here please?" His voice was concerned and
strict.

I felt a bit uneasy entering the bedroom with him in it, so I stood in
the doorway. The open door was blocking my view of the bed on the
right. "Yeah, what's up Mr. Davis?"

"Were the girls in here alone earlier?" He looked right at me and I
felt my knees go weak, but not in a good way. He was angry.

"They were watching TV when I was making lunch. That isn't OK? They
were only alone for 10-15 minutes, tops." Curious, I walked into the
room to see why he asked. I wasn't prepared to see porn magazines
spread out on the bed. I gasped and turned a few shades of red. "Oh
God, I'm sorry! I didn't know they were looking at that, um..." I
turned to walk back out the door.

Phil called me back. "No, you're not leaving. I want to talk about
this." He looked mad. "Sit down," he pointed, indicating the bed. He
looked so authoritative in his pressed Navy shirt and pants.

I felt like a child as I numbly walked over to the bed and sat on the
edge. "I am very sorry, I should have been supervising them, this
won't happen again." I was babbling and waving my hands around, a
nervous habit.

Phil just stood there silently for what seemed like an eternity but it
was probably only twenty seconds.

"Do you remember when Kay and I explained the rules in this house? We
said that the girls were not to play outside alone or be unsupervised
for more than a few minutes. They could go to the bathroom alone and
that was about it. I thought we explained this to you. Supervision is
what we are paying you for. I am very disappointed in you Kelly." He
crossed his arms and looked at me, waiting for a response.

I gave him my best apologetic look. "Yes you did explain the rules, I
am SO sorry. They were watching cartoons when I went to make lunch, I
didn't think they'd do anything like snoop around. And I was sitting
right by the open door and listening to them play outside just now. If
one of them got hurt I'd be closer to a phone inside!" I mentally
patted myself on the back for that bit of logic, but I didn't feel too
good about things.

He scowled at me. "Well frankly, I don't know what to do right now. I
came home to find my daughters unsupervised outside and now I discover
they were unsupervised in here as well." He pointed at the magazines
behind me on the bed. "This is clearly adult material and my children
got into it. If you had been watching them, that wouldn't have
happened, am I right?"

"Yes, you're right," I mumbled miserably and decided to change
tactics. "Mr. Davis, I need this job. It's paying for my school
clothes and I'm saving up for a car and auto insurance. I promise this
won't happen again. You can trust me."

He didn't look too convinced. "I have to go back to work shortly and
leave my girls here with you. Now I don't know if I can trust you.
Where would you be if there was an emergency?" He paced the length of
the room in front of me.

I felt he was being unrealistic and way too strict, but I had to think
fast to save my job. "I will watch them every single second when
they're in my care. I'll bring them indoors right now and we'll play a
game or clean their rooms, whatever you want."

That gave him an idea and he stopped pacing. "All right. Call them in.
Kay and I will discuss the magazines with them tonight. I want to see
their rooms clean, both bathrooms clean, and the dishes done by the
time I get home tonight. Understand?"

"Yes, yes, thank you!" I felt so relieved. I called the girls inside
and we set to work cleaning their rooms. As expected, they were
excited to see their Dad but he cut them short and explained there
would be a serious family discussion that evening. Phil ate his lunch
and left the house about thirty minutes later.

I was happy to see Kay instead of Phil shortly before 5:30 PM. I
didn't want to deal with Phil's disappointment again that day. I
walked home and tried my best to forget about the afternoon. I was
ashamed but grateful that it was over and I hadn't lost my summer job.


CHAPTER TWO


The next day Phil came home again around 1 PM. I had expected him to
make a few more unscheduled visits just to check on us, so this wasn't
a surprise. The girls and I were sitting on the floor in the living
room, playing a silly game called "Don't Break the Ice." I felt pretty
good that he caught me doing something right.

He looked satisfied to see us playing together. "Girls, I arranged to
have Mrs. Moore watch you for the rest of the afternoon. I want each
of you to pick a toy and run over to her house, she's expecting you
now. You will stay there until your mother or I call to say we're
home, which will be shortly after 5 tonight. OK? You can not come home
before then, nobody will be here. Kelly is going home too."

I was confused but happy to hear that I'd have the rest of the
afternoon off. I quickly began to make mental plans on how I could
spend my free time.

"Wait here," Phil instructed me so I sat on the couch and began to
feel a teeny bit nervous. Did he want to yell at me again? He helped
his daughters pick out a few toys and collect three matching pairs of
sandals in their rooms. Once the girls were out the front door and on
their way to the next door neighbor's house Phil re-entered the living
room and addressed me.

"Kelly, I've had some time to think about what happened yesterday. We
need to discuss this some more. Follow me." I did as he asked,
following him into the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed as I had
done the previous afternoon.

He stood a few short feet away and looked down on me. "We have rules
in this house. When they are broken, the appropriate punishment must
be delivered. Last night I disciplined my daughters and wife."

He noticed the look of surprise on my face.

"Yes, my wife," he continued. "She left the magazines in a box on the
floor, instead of returning the box to the high shelf in our closet.
That made the magazines accessible to the girls."

Disciplined his wife? I thought that sounded pretty weird, but it also
intrigued me. What did he mean by that?

He walked over to the window and surveyed the backyard as he continued
his prepared speech. Once again I admired his uniform and body. Damn,
he looked fine. "My daughters mean the world to me. If anything
happened to them..." He stopped short and I could hear the emotion
caught in his throat. He was serious. "We have to completely trust the
person who cares for them. My wife and I discussed this last night and
we decided that you must be disciplined as well, to emphasize the
importance of our rules and what we expect from you."

Thoughts of him looking so hot quickly evaporated. I immediately
protested. "But yesterday I scrubbed both bathrooms, helped the girls
clean their rooms, did the dishes, even vacuumed the entire house. All
as you asked and more! What else can I do for you?!"

He ignored my question. "The discipline in this house consists of a
paddling on the bare ass." He pointed to the floor next to the bed.
"Kneel here and place your hands against the bed. We will get this
over with quickly and I will return to work." He spoke in a clipped
intense tone of voice.

I hesitated, processing what was just said ("Did he really say what I
think he said?!") and then jumped to my feet. "Excuse me? That's the
stupidest thing I've ever heard. I'm out of here! You'll need a new
babysitter on Monday!"

He chuckled. "Oh, you can do that Kelly. Go home. I'll be sure all the
neighborhood parents know that you left our children unsupervised and
you brought pornographic material into our home and showed it to our
girls. They'll believe me, I'm the adult. My wife will back me up.
Nobody trusts fifteen year old girls over adults. If you think about
it, you already know that."

My heart sank. Phil was right.

Upon discovering that I had been fired, and the reasons for it, nobody
would ever hire me to watch their kids again. (Never mind that I
didn't bring the porn with me, they wouldn't know that.) I'd be known
as the irresponsible perverted neighborhood girl. The story would then
spread to my school. I'd be laughed at by everyone. My parents would
be deeply ashamed, the thought of which terrified me.

There was also the issue of money. If I wanted to get my driver's
license at sixteen, I'd need money to pay for auto insurance and maybe
men reading this won't understand, but new school clothes are VERY
important to teenage girls! This all buzzed through my brain at about
fifty million miles a second and I knew I had no choice.

I realize now that he was desperate. If I left him without a summer
babysitter, he'd be in trouble. It's sometimes impossible to find a
babysitter who is free for one night, try finding one who is available
all summer. Daycare was an expensive option but there was no guarantee
they could find a location with three openings. He needed me to be
there on Monday even more than I needed the money, but he could not
give up control of the situation. He has blackmailed me into silence
either way, and he was not about to send me home unpunished.

What could I do? Accept the punishment and get it over with. I had to
save my reputation and quite frankly, I was scared. I knelt down where
he had indicated.

He opened the closet door and pulled out a thin paddle of carved dark
wood. "Kelly, I know about two unsupervised activities. Ten swats for
each infraction. Twenty total. I will count the first ten, you will
count the final ten. Understand?"

I stared at the bed and nodded wordlessly as he walked towards me.

"Unbutton your shorts." I did as he asked, my fingers a knotted
trembling mess. He crouched behind me and pulled down my shorts and
panties in one motion. I heard him mutter something under his breath
but I didn't quite catch it.

The first ten swats stung like HELL and I had to bite my lip to keep
from crying out. My eyes filled with tears. I hadn't been spanked by
my parents, EVER, so this was a completely new sensation for me. The
experience was humiliating but I also swore to myself that I'd never
do anything to put myself in that painful position again. I wouldn't
let the girls out of my sight!

After the tenth stroke, Phil tossed the paddle onto the bed and knelt
next to me. "The next ten will be done with my hand. Count them out."
The final ten didn't hurt quite as bad as the first set, but my ass
was still smarting from the paddle. I was able to squeak out a count
between gasps. I was deeply humiliated because of the spanking but
also because I couldn't help but notice that his hand touching my
bottom had turned me on.

After the final smack, he placed his hand on my red bottom, gently
rubbing in a circular motion. "Good girl. Now that is done. You can
relax. Do you feel better?"

That was a WEIRD question! Strangely, I nodded my head without even
thinking about it. I was relieved that it was over and in a very odd
way, I did feel better. I pressed my forehead against the bed and
breathed deeply. I didn't want him to see my face. His hand that had
just moments before delivered the harsh punishment felt soothing as he
continued to rub my bottom.

He slid his hand down until his fingers reached my labia and the top
of my thighs.

"You're wet." He spoke softly. My head shot up and I froze. He was
gently fingering my pussy lips, spreading the juices around. "Are you
a virgin Kelly?"

I thought fast. Should I tell the truth or lie? What was the answer he
wanted to hear? I decided to lie, hoping he'd leave me alone if he
thought I was still a virgin. "Yes, I have only kissed my boyfriend."

I was staring straight down at the bed, my body in shock and disbelief
at what was happening. Should I scream? I doubt I could have even if I
tried. I'm sure every woman reading this is thinking, I would have
been out the front door SO fast, what's her problem? Wrong, you have
no idea how paralyzing such a situation is, _especially_ to a young
inexperienced teenager.

"We only kissed, honest," I repeated.

He chuckled. "I don't think so Kelly. Your pussy is telling me
differently. You've been fucked and your sopping wet pussy is
betraying you."

"Oh God, please stop, I promise I won't tell anyone." I was mesmerized
by the way his fingers were manipulating the outer folds of my pussy
and clitoris. Nobody had ever done that before.

"The truth is Kelly, you don't want me to stop. If you did, you would
have jumped up, ran out of here, and gone crying to your parents. I'm
right, aren't I? What can I do to prevent you from leaving? I have no
weapons, you're not tied down. You're free to go right now. You'd be
welcome to return here on Monday and work for the rest of the summer.
Or don't return, your choice. The other parents will hear nothing from
me, you can continue to work for them. No threats. You can go home now
if you want. Do you understand?"

I couldn't respond. I couldn't even nod yes or shake my head no. I
felt his finger slide inside my pussy and I groaned softly.

"You're tight, but you're no virgin. I knew you lied to me." He
sounded amused.

I bit my lip and barely nodded. "I had sex a few times with my
ex-boyfriend, but we didn't do it a lot. Please stop," I whispered.

"You certainly wasted no time in lying to me, and right after your
first punishment. Did you want to go through another paddling again so
soon?" He continued to slowly finger me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to say," I stammered.

"How about the truth from now on?" He was stern and meant it.

"Yes, Sir." I was completely under his spell.

"I'm surprised he's your ex-boyfriend, I wouldn't give up a sweet ass
like this. Now the truth. When did you lose your virginity?"

"About six months ago. December. We broke up in March."

"You're fifteen Kelly, is that right?" I nodded. "Were you fourteen in
December?"

I shook my head no. "I was fifteen then. I will turn sixteen this
October."

"Do you know what girls are called when they put out at fifteen? Do
you know what men call them?" I shook my head. "We call them easy. We
call them sluts. You're a slut Kelly," he said.

I couldn't respond. I had entered the Twilight Zone or something. My
mouth was dry and my pussy was screaming for more attention. There was
a sharp, wanting ache deep in my belly. My brain felt like it was
spinning around.

He stood up and I managed to stifle a groan when he removed his hand.
For a brief moment I thought it was all over. I wanted to die from
embarrassment but I was sure he'd leave the house and I could call the
police. I'd file a report, I'd testify in court, whatever it took. I
felt a rush of bravado wash over me.

Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and he knelt behind
me. There was a gentle pressure against my pussy as he slid his cock
between my labia. "You want it Kelly, just relax. You've done this
before. Let me in, it's OK. This'll feel good for you. Spread your
legs just a little bit if this is what you want inside you."

He was talking so gently, softly, coaxing. I shifted and spread my
legs a few inches at his request, opening myself up for him. It was
instinctual. He slid inside me. Easily. Smoothly. He was so fucking
hard.

Phil was larger than my sixteen year old ex-boyfriend and I felt him
stretch me out as he filled me with his cock. I knew that what he was
doing was wrong. I knew it. But I didn't want him to stop. I was
seriously buzzing from an endorphin high and his cock inside me pushed
me over the edge. I couldn't say stop, I didn't want to say stop. I
wouldn't have said stop for all the cars and clothes in the world.

He placed his hands over my hips and pushed himself inside me, rocking
me back against his cock. After several slow strokes his pace
quickened. His hands remained on my hips but I pushed back and
adjusted to his tempo. I wanted to feel him even deeper inside me.

His sighs and grunts of pleasure were exciting and the things he said
just turned me on even more.

Fucking slut. 
This is what you needed. 
Push back. That's right.
Slutty girl.
Push back harder.
Tight, so tight.
This is what you were made for.
This cunt belongs to me now.
You were made for this baby.

I pushed back against his cock and buried my face and moans in the bed
cover. He filled me up so completely, I gasped with every thrust. I
heard myself making high pitched noises that I didn't know were
possible. I wouldn't have my first orgasm until a later date, but the
sensations I felt that first time with Phil were completely new and
exciting. I briefly thought about his wife or kids coming home early
but I quickly pushed all non-pleasurable thoughts out of my mind.

I recall thinking that I wanted to make him come better than he ever
had before and I pushed back against him with determination. I felt a
leap of joy when he finally said, "Get ready, I'm going to come in
your sweet pussy, OK?" I briefly thought about whether or not he was
wearing a condom but I had no power to stop what was happening, Phil
was completely in control. When he came I felt it spurting inside me,
which was thrilling. My ex-boyfriend had always worn a condom, so I
had never experienced that sensation before.

Phil stood up with a contented sigh and chuckled as he said, "I
couldn't help myself babe, I came too fast. Your pussy feels
incredible." He entered the master bathroom. Something inside me
snapped and I pulled up my panties and shorts. I felt the warm sperm
squish between my thighs. I sat down on the bed in stunned silence.

I heard some water splashing in the sink and felt an urge to pee. Phil
returned and opened the window to air out the room. He smiled at me.
"That was amazing. You felt amazing. Are you on the pill?" I shook my
head no. "Well we'll change that this weekend. Look, I have to take a
quick shower and then go back to work. You'll need to take one here
before you go home too. Will you be all right?"

I am embarrassed to admit this now, but I started to cry. The
confusing, conflicting emotions I had felt in the last 20 minutes just
caught up with me.

Phil sighed and sat next to me and began to gently rub my back.
"Kelly, I don't have time for this. You were practically begging me to
fuck you. That is something you will just have to be careful about, a
lot of men won't take no for an answer when a girl dresses and looks
like you. The shorts you're wearing today couldn't be any shorter and
that shirt doesn't leave much to the imagination. Now think about what
just happened. If you didn't want it then why did you get so wet? Why
didn't you leave when I gave you the chance? I would have let you go,
you know that. Why did you spread your legs? You pushed back against
my cock, you fucked me back. I don't understand why you're crying now.
Didn't it feel good for you?" He sounded concerned and sincere.

I nodded yes through my tears, it had felt good. Really good.

I could hear the relief in his voice. "See then? Nothing bad
happened." He kissed the top of my head. "Maybe we can do this again?
Would you like that?" I wiped the tears from my eyes and nodded. He
was right, I was being a big baby. He had given me the chance to run
out the door and I stayed there. Being with Phil was nothing like the
awkward fumbling sex I had experienced with my ex-boyfriend. I wished
to myself that Phil had been the one to take my virginity. In a way he
had. I had certainly never been fucked like that.

He wrapped his arms around me. "Now you'll always be my slutty girl,
there's no taking that back. Is that OK with you?"

I smiled, pressed my head against his neck and inhaled his scent. "I
like being your . . . girl," I whispered. "That felt so good. I want
to do that again."

I could feel him grin and nuzzle me. He placed his hand on top of my
shorts, against my pussy. "And this right here belongs to me now,
right?"

I nodded and snuggled against him, my tears forgotten.


CHAPTER THREE


We couldn't continue to meet for sex at his house. Phil explained the
kids would be likely to mention him being home a lot in the afternoon
and maybe his wife would get suspicious. We usually got together every
Saturday afternoon at a cheap motel and sometimes he managed to meet
with me in the evening during the week. As far as I know, his wife
never caught on.

Maybe someday I will tell you about the time Phil first brought a
friend to the motel. This happened at least half a dozen times. Most
of these men did me once and I never saw them again but there was one
guy who showed up multiple times. I never learned their real names. I
was just a hole for them to fuck, a change of pace from the wife or
girlfriend and the regular Navy groupie sluts. I wonder if he told
them how young I was?

I also have to wonder if Phil was charging the men to fuck me. Maybe
he was pimping me out for cash or maybe it was just a way to pay the
guys back for a favor. He always slipped me several extra twenties
after his wife wrote me a check for my babysitting services at the end
of the week. He always said, "Here's something extra, buy yourself
something nice." I realized that I was being paid for sex (and my
silence), which made me a prostitute, but it was all so thrilling, I
didn't even care. We had an unspoken rule that he wouldn't give me the
cash on the same day we had sex, that would have been too obvious.

When school started up in September I returned to my regular schedule
of babysitting for Phil and Kay maybe once a weekend. I still managed
to get together with Phil for a quick fuck about once a week but it is
difficult to work around the two schedules of a married man and a busy
high school student. I had after school activities like drill team and
drama to deal with.

I enjoyed having a secret married lover. I felt more mature than my
peers and privileged. I felt sorry for my girlfriends with their jerky
sixteen year old boyfriends that didn't know the difference between an
areola and clitoris. Meanwhile I was having hot sex with my gorgeous
older lover and he usually spanked me beforehand, whether I deserved
it or not. Sometimes I even asked him to when he forgot. There's no
way I would've been able to explain to my young girlfriends the thrill
of a swift and sure paddling delivered by a strong man, followed by a
thorough fucking. There were just some things they were too naive to
understand. When they talked about sex at overnight sleepovers I often
smiled to myself and thought "If you ONLY knew."

Unfortunately Phil and his family were transferred overseas almost a
year later and I haven't seen him since May of 1995. I got over it
quickly though, all things considered. I found a boyfriend a few years
older than me who attended college in the next city over and he
continued where Phil left off. That's a story for another time.

Looking back on it all, do I think Phil did the wrong thing? I would
not choose to have a daughter of mine experience all the same things I
did at the age of fifteen. However, I would not change my time with
Phil for anything. He taught me a lot about myself and men, lessons
that I believe have value. I felt kinda bad for his wife but she told
him about a few affairs that she had while he was out to sea, so it's
not like she was a saint. Maybe he lied about that so I wouldn't tell
his wife out of guilt, I have no way of knowing now.

Phil once revealed that he had no intention of having sex with me that
summer, until he smelled my juices after the paddling. He admitted
that he had been fantasizing about driving his cock into me, but he
said all men think about fucking the hot teenage girls in the
neighborhood, that's normal. It's just that when he brushed his
fingers against my pussy and felt how wet I was, he knew there was no
going back.

++++++++

If you'd like to read more, send an e-mail to:
kellysummer94@hotmail.com with suggestions and comments. Criticism is
fine, just don't tell me you were offended, I don't want to hear it,
OK? Thanks! :)

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