Chapter 1

Cindy Collins was a beautiful girl and had a pleasant smile for everyone no matter if they returned it or not.

She was recently a birthday girl of eighteen years of age and her friends decided it was a good time to pull down her “Hello, Kitty” undies and give her eighteen hard spanks to celebrate her pending adulthood in a way she would never forget. Nine boys and nine girls took the hardest whack they could muster on her fast reddening ass cheeks and she was never so relieved when the last one took a swipe and she could pull up her panties with an embarrassed smile for everyone knowing they all had seen her business in a way that she could never live down no matter how hard she would try to forget because she was basically a shy girl with no desire to show off her feminine assets to anyone except a doctor or perhaps a fiancée with ring and bended knee.

Young Cindy made her pin money by babysitting for young families still wanting a social life beyond the realm of diapers and baby bottles in the middle of the night.

Cindy had vowed to never allow a random dick up into her baby-making factory without proper precautions and the back-up of a “morning after” pill as “plan B” if plan A was not successful or forgotten in the chaos of the magical evening of copulatory delight.

The previous weekend was filled with assignments and she almost didn’t take the one with the Andersons because they were new clients and she had heard that the wife was prone to drinking a bit too much at parties and forgetting to return home on time.

She thought the baby was a sheer delight because it was sound asleep and never stirred or fussed like sometimes the little ones do if they were hungry or needed some awake time to satisfy their need for entertainment in the middle of the night.

The husband and wife returned way after midnight and she knew it was too late for her to catch a bus to the other side of town. They all agreed she would stay on the sofa in the den until the next morning and the husband would drive her home to change her clothes before her final exams at the high school in the last week of school on her last year of high school once and for all.

The wife was not much help because she was all falling down and rubbery and the husband helped Cindy undress her in a way that she found verging on some porn scene in an “X-rated” video like the ones her brother hid in his bottom drawer like evidence of bad boy thinking and things that eighteen year old girls shouldn’t be thinking about when her finals were on her the very next morning like nerve-racking worries about things that might go wrong and ruin the remainder of her life.

Cindy removed Mrs. Anderson’s black lace bra and watched Mister Anderson slowly pull down his wife’s French undies revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair and the fact that her vaginal slit was creamed with a plentiful glob of male sperm just sitting there like a cream pie waiting to be licked up by a lover with lots of time to spare. She noticed that Mister Anderson made no move to do so and she could tell from the look on his face that he was well aware it was not of his making and he had absolutely no idea which male party-goer had creamed his wife’s private parts with such an authoritative amount of forensic evidence of carnal pleasure a very short time ago.

Cindy returned from the bathroom with a wet warm washcloth and cleaned up Mrs. Anderson’s hard-used pussy.

Poor Mister Anderson sat watching and told Cindy,

“My wife deserves a good spanking but she is so out of it that it wouldn’t make any difference right now. She is usually a good girl; it is just that when she bends her elbow too much at parties and such, she lets any Tom, Dick or Harry bend her over and lets them bury their salami like a very naughty girl.”

The babysitter felt really sorry for Mister Anderson’s dilemma and she replied,

“Don’t be sad, Mister Anderson, I will be here for the rest of the night because it is too late to travel to the other side of town. You can put a pillow case over my head and put me over your knee pretending I am Mrs. Anderson and you can spank me all want and I will pretend to be her for you to take your rightful revenge.”

They acted like “co-conspirators” with a need to fill their own hidden desires and before long Cindy’s bottom was as red as a fire truck down at the fire house all shiny red and ready to spring into action at the first sign of need.

Mister Anderson took some of his wife’s soothing skin cream from the bureau along with a jar of lubrication to get the babysitter’s buttocks ready for some heavy-duty pounding of the carnal kind.

Cindy still had the pillow case over her head but Mister Anderson told her to call him Daddy and pretend to be his wife taking it from behind just the way he liked it the best of all.