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Tasked with babysitting a young boy named Ian, she knew she should be taking no nonsense. On her first night, she found a bikini magazine under Ian's pillow while tucking him in. From then on, whenever the kid misbehaved, she would punish him physically. Pulling his ear to get him to stay in bed, pinching his nose and his cheeks painfully for the smallest things; all were used on the defiant boy. Each time she'd warn the crying boy not to tell his parents about her disciplining him or she would snitch in turn about the pictures of half-naked women he enjoyed looking at. The last straw for Ian was her spanking him immediately after he accidentally walked in on her changing clothes.
Days later, Ian managed to trick the girl into sniffing a chloroform-stained shirt while doing laundry. Ian pulled her t-shirt off her unconscious body and ties her with rope to a chair. The blonde beauty came to and yelled at Ian for stripping her. She had picked the wrong day to go to the beach on. The bright pink bikini top she was wearing paired with her jean shorts turned Ian on.
"You're in big trouble, mister!" the shirtless girl retorted, struggling cutely in her restraints.
Ian slapped her as hard as he could before aggressively grabbing her face. He told her not to say a word before stroking her stomach. Once he grew bored of kissing and pinching her slim belly and fingering her adorable navel, the boy took hold of one of the babysitter's bikini triangles.
"Ian, please, let me go and I won't tell anybody," she begged.
"You talk too much," Ian sighed, dragging the chair toward the basement door. "I can just push you down there if you try to scream for help. We don't use the basement for anything."
Deciding to keep the bikini on for a surprise on his birthday later that week, Ian stroked and squeezed the blonde girl's breasts. He then progressed to slapping her vulnerable bare skin as she winced and struggled in pain. Then, her watch's alarm went off. It was 10 o'clock, usually when he would be in bed, crying while rubbing his sore red cheeks. Ian asked his sexy sitter if she had a boyfriend which she answered with a yes.
"How 'bout a bedtime story," Ian smiled, sitting on her lap while groping her bulbous tits. "About what you two do in bed, no details left out."
The embarrassed babysitter wished she hadn't been so cruel to the boy in the past.

Description
Tasked with babysitting a young boy named Ian, she knew she should be taking no nonsense. On her first night, she found a bikini magazine under Ian's pillow while tucking him in. From then on, whenever the kid misbehaved, she would punish him physically. Pulling his ear to get him to stay in bed, pinching his nose and his cheeks painfully for the smallest things; all were used on the defiant boy. Each time she'd warn the crying boy not to tell his parents about her disciplining him or she would snitch in turn about the pictures of half-naked women he enjoyed looking at. The last straw for Ian was her spanking him immediately after he accidentally walked in on her changing clothes.
Days later, Ian managed to trick the girl into sniffing a chloroform-stained shirt while doing laundry. Ian pulled her t-shirt off her unconscious body and ties her with rope to a chair. The blonde beauty came to and yelled at Ian for stripping her. She had picked the wrong day to go to the beach on. The bright pink bikini top she was wearing paired with her jean shorts turned Ian on.
"You're in big trouble, mister!" the shirtless girl retorted, struggling cutely in her restraints.
Ian slapped her as hard as he could before aggressively grabbing her face. He told her not to say a word before stroking her stomach. Once he grew bored of kissing and pinching her slim belly and fingering her adorable navel, the boy took hold of one of the babysitter's bikini triangles.
"Ian, please, let me go and I won't tell anybody," she begged.
"You talk too much," Ian sighed, dragging the chair toward the basement door. "I can just push you down there if you try to scream for help. We don't use the basement for anything."
Deciding to keep the bikini on for a surprise on his birthday later that week, Ian stroked and squeezed the blonde girl's breasts. He then progressed to slapping her vulnerable bare skin as she winced and struggled in pain. Then, her watch's alarm went off. It was 10 o'clock, usually when he would be in bed, crying while rubbing his sore red cheeks. Ian asked his sexy sitter if she had a boyfriend which she answered with a yes.
"How 'bout a bedtime story," Ian smiled, sitting on her lap while groping her bulbous tits. "About what you two do in bed, no details left out."
The embarrassed babysitter wished she hadn't been so cruel to the boy in the past.