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.”