5 TALES OF PUNISHMENT
Brock Landers
Copyright 2015 Brock Landers
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DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including but limited to rough, aggressive sex, femdom, alpha male, bdsm, spanking, slapping, choking, and much, much more. Definitely not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak heart! I repeat: 18 and over only!
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
PUNISHING THE BABYSITTER
PUNISHING THE NEIGHBOR
CAUGHT & PUNISHED
PUNISHING THE TEEN
PUNISHING THE EX
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PUNISHING THE BABYSITTER
As a single dad in his early 30’s, Tim Wilkins rarely had any time to himself. His ex-wife was a junky piece of shit who couldn’t stay clean and hadn’t been in his or their daughters life for over two years now. Sometimes it felt like all he did was work and take care of his daughter, Katie.
Except Wednesday nights. That was the one night all week he had to himself. Tim and his college buddies got together to play poker and then usually ended up at some bar downtown, getting drunk and hitting on women like the old days.
The reason he had Wednesday nights to himself was because one of the young women in his complex came over to baby-sit Katie. Her name was Amy and she was a hottie, 21 years old and a college student at the local community college. She didn’t have school on Thursdays, so every Wednesday night she came over after Katie went to sleep at 9pm and kept an eye on things for Tim.
Amy was the kind of girl that Tim had chased around when he was younger. She was tiny, barely over 5 feet tall and just north of 100 pounds. She had long blonde hair, a cute face with a bit of a hard edge, and an incredible body. And if Tim could believe what he’d heard around the condominium complex, she was on the slutty side, with different young men coming out of her condo on a regular basis.
As ashamed as he was to admit it, this last part was the main reason he’d asked Amy to watch Katie instead of someone else. He’d caught himself fantasizing about her numerous times over the past year but didn’t know how to approach her romantically, or what she would do if he did. He hoped that one night he’d come home from his night out and be drunk enough to make a pass at her and see where it led. So far, he hadn’t gone there, but he figured it was just a matter of time until he did. It was wrong, and he knew it, but it was the truth, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.
Amy knocked on the door right at 9pm, just as she did every Wednesday night. She was always punctual, among other things. And one of those other things was she was always sexy as hell, but especially on this evening.
Tim answered the door to see her standing there wearing a pink t-shirt that was tied off just below her small, perky tits and a pair of tiny jean shorts that barely covered her ass. It was the perfect outfit to show off her tight, tiny, tanned body.
“Come on in,” Tim said after admiring her for an uncomfortable length of time. He just couldn’t take his eyes off her.
If Amy noticed, it didn’t bother her. In fact, she seemed to revel in his gaze, far more so than ever before. She even flashed him a little glance as she entered his condo, looking over her shoulder to see if he was still looking at her.
Which he was, of course. How could he not with that much flesh showing?
“Sorry about my outfit,” Amy said, smiling at him. “I was running late and had to come straight from work.”
“Where do you work?” Tim asked. He didn’t even know she had a real job.
“Shooter’s, over by the college,” she said.
“Ahh,” Tim replied. “That explains the outfit.”
Shooter’s was a local bar that hired only the hottest woman around as waitresses, then dressed them up in skimpy outfits just like the one Amy had on to lure in the male customers.
“Yes it does,” Amy said.
“I didn’t know you worked there,” Tim said.
“I just started a couple weeks ago,” she replied.
“Does that mean you won’t be available on Wednesday nights any more?”
“Of course not, silly,” Amy said, flashing him a sweet smile. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I told them I needed Wednesday nights off.”
Tim let out a (slightly) exaggerated sigh. “Thank goodness. I don’t know what I’d do without Wednesday nights to myself.”
“Oh, I’m sure you could think of something,” Amy said, her smile morphing from sweet to sly.
Tim didn’t know what to make of that, so he just pressed on. “Okay, nothing different about tonight. Katie is already asleep, as usual, but just like always, make sure you follow the rules. No drugs, don’t drink any of my booze, don’t break any furniture, and most importantly, don’t bring any boys over here, okay?”
“I wouldn’t dream of doing any of those things,” Amy said, flashing Tim her pearly whites, giving him her most innocent look.
“You promise?” Tim said, half-jokingly.
“I promise,” Amy replied.
“Okay, then I’m outta here,” Tim said, heading towards the door. “I’ll be home around two o’clock.”
“Have fun tonight,” Amy said. “Don’t get in too much trouble.”
“I’ll try no to,” Tim said. He closed the door behind him and heard Amy lock it. After a long sigh, he turned and headed towards the parking lot.
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As soon as Tim parked the car in the lot, he knew immediately something was wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it specifically, but the closer he came to his condo, the more his gut started to burn.
He’d had a really good night, won a couple hundred bucks playing cards, bought a few rounds of drinks, hit on a few women. But even though he could have easily gotten in the pants of one, he’d held off. He knew why, even if he wouldn’t admit it aloud. He wanted to keep open the possibility of making a move on Amy tonight, even though he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have the balls to actually follow through on it.
But now, as he approached his front door, hitting on Amy was the last thing on his mind. He could hear two voices through the door, one male and one female. And it was too loud to be the TV.
Fuming, Tim opened the door. And sure enough, there they were, a young man and Amy, curled up next to each other on the couch, the young man’s arms wrapped around Amy and her legs intertwined in his.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Tim said, talking forcefully but not so loud that he’d wake up Katie, who was sleeping in the room on the other side of the condo.
“Oh shit,” Amy said, bouncing to her feet. “What are you doing home already?”
“Already?” Tim said. “It’s two o’clock. Exactly when I told you I’d be home.”
“Shit, shit, shit,” Amy said, a scared look on her face.
“You know the fucking rules,” Tim said, pissed off just as much about seeing a punk sitting on the couch with Amy as the fact that she’d broken the rules. “No boys allowed in my house.”
“I know, I know,” Amy said. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it,” Tim said, still pissed.
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bsp; “Relax, dude,” the young man said. He was still lying on the couch, apparently unfazed by the situation, or at least acting like he was. A smirking grin was planted on his face. “It’s no big deal.”
“No big deal?” Tim said, turning towards the young man. He was having a difficult time keeping his voice low enough that Katie wouldn’t hear. “I’ve got some fucking stranger in my fucking house with my daughter asleep in the other room and you think that’s no fucking big deal?”
The young man just shrugged and continued looking at Tim with a little smirk.
“Alex, cut it out,” Amy said, shooting him a glance. Then, turning back towards Tim, she said, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
Tim looked back at Amy and could feel his anger starting to slough off. She seemed genuinely remorseful. Maybe it was all an act, but still, it was working. And then her friend chimed in again.
“Fucking get over it, dude,” Alex said, chuckling derisively under his breath. “Quit being such a fucking douchebag.”
“Alex!” Amy said, horrified. But Tim didn’t hear her. His focus was on the punk still lying on his couch.
“Douchebag?” he said, staring Alex down. “Did you just call me a douchebag?”
“What are you,” Alex said. “Deaf?”
And just like that, Tim’s anger came back tenfold. He stepped forward and grabbed Alex by the shirt and yanked him to his feet. The young man tried to brush him off but Tim was ready for it and pushed him back against the wall and held him there.
“Now listen up you little shit, and listen up good,” Tim said. “You’d better walk out of that front fucking door in the next five seconds or you’re gonna get your ass whipped. Do you understand?”
For a moment, Alex looked like he was going to spout off again, but then he thought better of it and just dropped his eyes and nodded his head.
Tim released his hold on Alex and the young man headed towards the door, walking silently, as though he was on his way to the electric chair.
“And close the door on your way out,” Tim said. “Softly.”
Tim watched Alex leave then turned back towards Amy.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he said to her.
Looking down at the floor, Amy just shrugged her shoulders.
“Do you not remember what I told you about having boys over? I said it three fucking times.”
“I know,” Amy said, still not looking at him. “I just . . .”
“You just what?” Tim asked.
“I just got bored,” she replied. “Katie was asleep, there was nothing on TV, I was starting to fall asleep—”
“So you called up Alex and invited him over,” he said.
Amy glanced up and caught Tim’s eyes and nodded again. “I know you’re pissed off,” she said. “But I’m sorry. I really am.”
“I’m sure you are,” he said. “And I am too.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because now I have to find someone else to watch Katie on Wednesday nights.”
“What?” Amy said, looking crushed. “No! Why?”
“Because I can’t trust you anymore,” Tim said. “Not when you’re bringing strangers into my house when my daughter is asleep.”
“It won’t happen again, I promise,” Amy said.
“I don’t know why it’s such a big deal anyway,” Tim said. “It’s not like you need the money that bad. You have a job now.”
“It’s not the money,” she said. “It’s just . . .” She trailed off, suddenly looking embarrassed.
“It’s just what?” he said.
“It’s just that I like coming over here,” Amy said. She dropped her eyes to the floor again and started to blush. “I like seeing you.”
This threw Tim for a loss. But he quickly recovered once he realized what she was saying and how he could use it to his advantage. A dastardly move, to be sure, but one he wasn’t above taking, especially after what she’d done to him on this night.
“I like seeing you too,” he said, pouring on the guilt a little more than necessary now. “But it’s just not a chance I can take with Katie in the next room. I’m sorry, Amy, but I just can’t do it.”
“Please?” she said, walking over towards Tim until she was standing just a couple feet away from him. “Isn’t there something I can do to change your mind? Anything?”
“I don’t know,” Tim said, giving her an admonishing look.
“Come on,” Amy said, dropping to her knees now and looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “There has to be something I can do.”
Seeing Amy kneeling in front of him like that turned Tim on like no tomorrow. His cock hardened up immediately and within seconds it was pressing up against his jeans.
Amy caught the movement too and glanced at his crotch for a moment before turning her eyes back up towards his. But she was looking at him differently now. Gone was the remorseful look. It had been replaced by an evil little half-smile.
“Yeah, there’s something I can do for you, alright,” she said. “Isn’t there?”
Tim didn’t answer her. He just continued staring down at her, trying to look annoyed, even though it was growing increasingly difficult now that he saw where the situation was headed.
“Yeah there is,” Amy said, crawling towards Tim until she was directly beneath him. She tilted her head further upwards, so her cheek was lying atop his thigh and her eyes were locked on his. Her grin had grown wider and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. “I just know I can get you to change your mind.”
Tim hard-on was raging now, his cock bulging in his pants mere inches from Amy’s pretty little face. But still he didn’t say anything to her, letting her draw whatever she wanted from his silence.
Still looking up at Tim, Amy started to rub his cock over his jeans. “This is what you want, right? This is what you’ve always wanted from me?”
This time Tim nodded. He just couldn’t help himself. It was exactly what he’d always wanted from Amy. And he couldn’t believe he was going to actually get it.
“That’s what I thought,” Amy said, sliding his zipper down and reaching her hand into the hole it created. She grabbed ahold of his cock and started to play with it, rubbing it softly but not pulling it out yet.
Tim took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was trying to keep his cool and was mostly succeeding. But he was certainly enjoying himself too much to let this opportunity pass. This night looked like it was going to turn out even better than he could have ever hoped.
With a little effort, Amy negotiated Tim’s cock out of his pants. It was rock-hard, sticking straight out, as solid as a 2X4.
“Oh my god,” Amy said, admiring his cock with wide eyes. “It’s so big.”
Tim had heard that a lot. He didn’t know how his cock compared to other men, but every woman he’d ever been with had marveled at its size, so he figured it must stack up pretty well.
“Do you want me to suck on it?” Amy asked, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “If I suck on it will that makes things all better between us?”
“No,” Tim said. “It’s gonna take a lot more than just sucking my cock to make us all better. But it’ll be a good start.”
“Just tell me what else I need to do,” Amy said, jerking him off while she talked. “I’ll do whatever you want.” She licked the tip of his cock with her tongue. “I’ll take whatever punishment you want to dish out on me. Do whatever you feel like you have to do to make things right with us.”
“Don’t worry,” Tim replied. “I will. Now stop talking and hold your mouth open for me.”
Amy nodded and did as she was told, opening wide, staring up at him the whole time. Her eyes were dancing with excitement.
Tim was excited too. As excited as he’d even been in his life. Here he was, with a ridiculously hot young woman willing to do whatever he told her to without hesitation. It was, quite literally, a dream come true.
“That’s right,” Tim said, not letting hi
s excitement come through in his voice. “Just like that.” He didn’t want his exhilaration with the situation to overwhelm the anger he felt at Amy’s betrayal. He wanted to take full advantage of the situation, and therefore, Amy herself, and the best way to do that was the channel his anger and use it to give her the punishment she deserved.
Tim grabbed a handful of Amy’s hair with one hand and ahold of his hard cock with the other. He smacked her face a couple of times with the head of his cock then stuck it into her open mouth.
“That’s perfect,” Tim said as he started pumping her mouth with his cock. “Don’t fucking move. Just sit there while I fuck your face.”
Keeping a handful of her hair with one hand, Tim moved his cock in and out of Amy’s mouth, only giving her half of it in the beginning, to make sure she could handle it.
Amy took it like a champ, not gagging despite his size, keeping her mouth open and her big blue eyes turned up to his while he pumped her face.
“Not bad,” Tim said. “Not bad at all. But let’s see how you do with more of my cock.”
Tim grabbed another handful of Amy’s hair with his free hand and started pumping her face with more intensity, pulling her head towards him as he came forward, giving her more and more of his cock with every thrust.
Tim slammed his cock into Amy’s mouth as wet, sloppy sounds escaped from her throat and tears began to leak down her cheek, smearing her mascara. But still she didn’t try to pull away. And somehow she maintained eye contact the entire time.
“That’s right,” Tim said, staring down at Amy’s pretty face. “Take my cock in your mouth. Take it like the slut that you are.”
And she did, keeping her mouth open even as saliva started pouring out of it, down her chin and onto the floor. It was quite impressive.
Tim gradually increased the depth until he was giving Amy his entire cock with every pump, making it disappear into her mouth before pulling back and slamming it into her again while she gagged and coughed but still didn’t close her mouth or try and pull away.
Tim pumped Amy’s mouth with his whole cock a couple more times before jamming it in one last time and holding it deep inside her, forcing her to deepthroat him. With his hands on the back of her head, Tim held Amy in place for nearly five seconds before releasing his hold on her.
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