![]() ![]() ![]() Powell found to his pleasure that she was soaking wet. She held her breath as one of his fingers sneakily touched the fabric in between her legs. Kennedy felt an erection forming under her. He started to rub her bottom, kneading it with his strong hands to help take some of the sting out of her flesh. His hand connected with her plump bottom, firmly. Powell took in the view in front of him and slowly traced his hand up from the back of her knees, over her thighs, and across her juicy bum so he could flip up her skirt. She timidly approached him and laid across his lap, putting her hands on the floor in front of her and her ass high up in the air. ![]() Was he really proposing such a punishment? She hadn’t been spanked since she was a young child, but for some reason, she felt a rush of excitement flood into her panties. Kennedy’s eyes went wide and she looked back at Mr. “Come here and lay across my lap, I am going to spank you 6 times.” “I’m very disappointed in you.” He replied sternly, walking over to a kitchen chair and sitting down after he pulled it into the middle of the kitchen. He knew he had to walk the line since she was young and basically his bosses’ daughter.but, he thought to himself, a little fun can’t hurt. Now, here she was, desperate for his forgiveness. For ages, he had been itching to get this sexy little tart under his thumb. Really, he couldn’t have planned this better himself. “I just took some so I could drink with my girlfriends this weekend. I swear.” Kennedy said with panic and desperation in her voice. It is some of your tequila! But, but, I wasn’t going to drink it here. She couldn’t believe she just got caught and that she’d likely lose this great gig due to her stupidity. Kennedy blushed and felt herself getting sweaty. “Kennedy! Is this alcohol? Have you been drinking here? Did you take it from my bar? What. Powell snatched it right up, opened the cap, and smelled. Unfortunately for her, one of the side pockets was open, causing a clear-water bottle full of brownish liquid to crash to the floor. Powell swiped her purse from the counter and attempted to hand it to Kennedy. Perhaps we can watch a movie or something?” “Just need to grab my bag and then I can change out of these clothes. She was rather grateful that the kids were asleep and that she was finally getting some alone time with her hunky employer. Kennedy thought it was bizarre that he didn’t give her anything from his wife’s closet - but she didn’t mind. ![]() Powell came back wearing a dark t-shirt and pajama bottoms and he handed her nearly the same outfit. She always noticed that he had big, strong hands and sometimes she found herself staring at his kissable lips.Īfter a few minutes, Mr. He was tall and had a very dark complexion. He was in his late 30s and was fitter than most of the dads she knew, which meant he came into her fantasies quite frequently. Powell would just stay put in that suit since he looked so fine in its tailored and expensive cloth. Kennedy quickly wished to herself that Mr. Powell gave Kennedy a lopsided smile and said, “Alright, well, I am going to change out of this suit and I’ll grab some things for you. I saw on the news that this storm is causing havoc all across the state.” I am just happy everyone is home safe for the night. Is that alright? I can make up the guest room.” I called your dad from the road and he urged me to put you up for the night. After a minute, he emerged from the garage. Powell worked with her dad, so it was a natural arrangement that worked well.įinally, she saw Mr. It was good money for a seventeen-year-old and she liked spending time with the kids. Powell would often call over Kennedy to help him with their two children. Powell traveled extensively for her career and Mr. Kennedy had babysat for the Powells for a few years. There was no doubt in her mind that the roads were going to be dangerous and she hoped that Mr. She looked out the window and was surprised how much snow had accumulated in such a short time. Kennedy checked her phone for the time - it was 11:37, meaning Mr. ![]()
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