shrink

Anne let out a small whimper. She vaguely remembered the babysitter that had been hired weeks ago before Chris had been able to take Annie.

He sat down his black leather duffle bag and checked his black watch, before looking down at the blonde in front of him.

“Put that silly thing down.”

His voice was like ice. She shivered, lowering the vibrator. Anne suddenly became aware of her nudity, covering herself as she met the well-dressed man’s eyes.

He slid a small card out of his black blazer, two fingers held it out towards her and she took it. Bartholomew Rook. Babysitter.

The small woman stared at the name for a moment before finding her voice. “You…you aren’t needed…” it came out small and pitiful sounding, even to her.

Those pale eyes drifted to the mess that was the living room. The porn still playing on the television, her clothes thrown over the floor, her fast food garbage, the vibrator…and her.

Waxed black Oxfords took two long strides over to the couch. He grabbed the television remote and shut it off. “I believe I am needed, Annie.”

Her nervousness shrank and it was replaced by hot anger. “I am a grown woman. Get out of my house!”

Icy eyes found hers. “I thought I made myself clear. You are clearly incapable of caring for yourself and I was hired by a Christopher Farrow to care for ‘Annie’ this weekend. You are clearly the one he hired me for. Look at this filth!”

The anger flared. “Shut up!” She threw the vibrator at him. It hit the back of the couch and hit the floor with a loud _slam. _Large white fingers wrapped around her wrist and tugged her towards him, blue eyes coldest she’d seen.

“Let go of me!” She tugged and twisted her arm but his grip never faltered. He sat down, tailored black trousers creasing slightly. Anne looked down at him on the couch. His calmness unnerved her.

“Stop this foolishness! You are not a child. If you are a grown woman, act as such.”

She stiffened in offense, aiming a kick to the middle of his shin, but before her foot made constant, she was jerked forward. She fell over his lap, clit over his thighs. The blonde attempted to push herself up, but a strong hand kept her down. She screamed, banging her fists against his legs.

A stinging smack came down on her cheek and she gasped. She began fighting with a new **** as her ass began to resemble a tomato. She gritted her teeth. Anne wouldn’t cry. She couldn’t, not while being spanked by some creep.

Each smack was a slap of humiliation as she willed herself not to cry. It felt like it lasted an eternity before his hand stilled.

Anne’s labored breathing filled the air. She laid across his lap, staring into the couch cushions. Suddenly, she was flipped over. She winced as her stinging ass made contact with his solid thighs, glaring up at the man with anger.

“I am staying this weekend, young lady, whether you like it or not. Let that be a taste of such immature behavior.”

His long arm reached behind the couch. Anne heard the sound of a bag sliding across the laminate flooring, then a zipper.

Anne tried to sit up to see what he was doing, but was pushed down by a large hand in between her breasts. She stared as he opened a pack of baby wipes.

“What are you doing?”

The babysitter didn’t answer, he took a wipe out of the package and spread her thighs. “STOP!” She tried to kick him again, but that was quickly put to an end with another slap on her bruised ass.

“Filthy girl,” he muttered as he wiped her pussy from front to back. She shivered slightly at the touch. A flush spread across her cheeks as she let Rook clean her like a little girl, because she wasn’t strong enough to resist.