Free The Au Pair's Needs by Carole Archer

The Au Pair’s Needs
     
     
    Twenty-two-year-old Emily Pearson gazed out of the aeroplane window and watched London slowly disappearing from view. She had lived in London for the past two years and had thoroughly enjoyed splitting her week between attending college and looking after Maisie, the three-year-old daughter of doctors Matt and Jean Wilson. The job had included accommodation and the pay was very generous. Unfortunately that was all over now.
    She shook her head sadly. At least Matt had used his connections and given her a glowing reference to help her find another job through an agency. She had been a bit unsure about travelling all the way to America, but she guessed a fresh start was what she needed.
    Emily had always wanted to work with children and the chance to be an au pair in London had thrilled her. She loved being around children and hoped to have her own one day, but there was one thing she loved even more—being spanked. Unfortunately it had brought her no end of heartache and she hoped to bury her past as she started a new life in the US.
    She had fantasized about being spanked for as long as she could remember, although her native North-East England seemed to be a bit barren as far as spanking was concerned. She had found very little action in her year at college in Newcastle and when she was offered a job as a part-time au pair in London where she could also continue her studies, she had immediately accepted.
    She had been excited as London was definitely the best place to be in the UK for spanking. She was practically guaranteed to find what she desired there—or so she’d thought.
    Emily sighed as she remembered her string of failed relationships over the past two years. She had made lots of contacts through internet chat rooms where she had spoken at length about her desire to be turned across a man’s knee and spanked on her bare bottom until she was sobbing. As she worked her way through her list of contacts, she became more despondent as each experience left her unfulfilled. They either spanked too gently or wanted her to participate in all sorts of BDSM activities far removed from the spanking and discipline she craved. Most of them also expected sex to automatically follow. She always declined, and her list of potential spankers quickly decreased.
    Emily had been thrilled when she began a relationship with her college tutor in her first year in London. She drunkenly asked him to spank her… which he did, before taking her to bed. The next morning, realising she had lost her virginity, she was absolutely distraught. After a few more half-hearted spankings followed by quick and unsatisfying sex, she made the excuse that she was falling behind in her studies and didn’t have time for a relationship. She was disappointed that he cared so little that he didn’t even try to change her mind.
    For the next few months she concentrated on her studies and looking after Maisie. She still checked out the internet spanking sites and began chatting to a guy in his 50’s who organised meetings once a month in a pub. Emily chatted to him for hours online about the type of spanking she craved from a fatherly figure. When she finally met him she couldn’t wait for the opportunity to go home with him and be taken across his knee and spanked, which he had promised would happen soon.
    After several glasses of wine Emily began to flirt with him and when he whispered that she had been a very naughty girl and needed her bare bottom spanked, she willingly took his hand and followed him to his car. However, once inside his car, the kind, fatherly man she’d spent the evening with suddenly changed. He gripped her upper arm and scolded her for being a slut. Tears pricked her eyes and flowed freely when he slapped her across the face. She wanted him to slap her bottom, not her face, and when he ripped open her top and groped her breasts, she began to sob. When he stroked her cheek and wiped away her tears, she