My adorable cocoa-skinned ward is still gasping for breath, now crouching at the foot of the couch right in front of me. Her head peeks up at me from just beyond my crotch-level, I am so slouched down in their big comfy couch. She uses my legs above the knee to work her way into a standing position right in front of me and the TV screen, totally blocking my view, and scolds me for tickling her so long. “No more foot-tickling! You tickle too long! It’s no fun if I can’t breathe from laughing for so long!”
“I didn’t ask you to come and ruin my movie, Maria”, I explain.
“You’re no fun as a babysitter!”, she says petulantly, her hands on her hips, “I’m going to ruin the rest of your movie, too!”, she says, all sassy with a mischievous little pixie grin on her pretty face. First, she dances around all silly in front of me, still sitting there slouched down and legs wide on their couch, and then she turns around, and pulls up the back of her sheer nightgown exposing her hot little panty-clad bottom and shaking her ass round at me before coyly looking over her slender shoulder at me and sticking her thumb in her mouth, saying, “If I’m a bad little brat to babysit, you can punish me!”, and she again lifts up the back of her gown and gives me an immaculate view of her curvy little backside and beautifully proportioned little legs when she bends completely over at the waist, giggling sweetly.
I rise up a bit in my seat and sit there mesmerized at her perfectly curved young buns on display, while the movie goes on behind her in the background. On closer inspection, her baby-blue panties have droplet patterns, like raindrops, running across. She rights herself, smiling at my attention, and giggling her lovely little giggle scrambles up and over my lap, making sure to flip her own nighty up so her rear is right there, in perfect spanking position for either hand. Looking over her shoulder at me, her cheek planted in the couch seat cushion, Maria says, “It’s okay! I’ve been bad! You can spank me. Feel my rear if you like!”, and she arches her ass up, those pretty panties barely covering the girls’ delectable naughty bits.
I obligingly start gently running my fingertips around her rear, which causes her to flinch marvelously and grab at my hand while she again pleads for me not to tickle her. I decide to take it up a notch and grab her arm and pull her wrist high behind her back, while I manage to sit up a tad more and trap her thighs under my right leg. She struggles, and I test the hold to see that I have her pretty trapped like this. She is kicking her calves and thrashing around laughing and crying, “No tickling! No tickling!”.
That’s when I land the first pat on her bottom. Nothing too drastic. Her ass is perfect by the standards of those who delight in such things, but still that of a young 11 year old girl. She cries, “Oww! That hurt!”, but I remark that that couldn’t have possibly hurt, to which she again delightfully giggles along with me about before she again yips at another little slap on her soft, jiggly little rear end.
She laughs and cries out happily, “Spank me again! Spank me again! If you don’t, I’ll fart right in your FACE!”, and she cracks-up laughing like the innocent little brat she is. It’s a good thing she is still pure and unschooled in the ways of things, or she’d understand why my trousers were suddenly growing below her own hips area. I follow with a brief staccato rhythm of light spanks on her right cheek, and start really enjoying the soft, plush curves of her ass even more.
“Harder! Harder!”, cries little Maria, enjoying my attention, and even yanking her own panties half down with her free hand while she giggles into the cushions, then she threatens to fart again, which she finds hilarious to use as a threat, being 11 years old and all.
I decide to: