“Oh yeah my wallet is in the bedroom. Go and grab it Alyssia.”
Alyssia jumping at the opportunity. Not to run an errand but there was something she wanted to see. In truth, Dave probably did it on purpose to add a bit more humiliation for his wife.
The squeak of the door handle, and the creak. The smell of Alyssia’s perfume flowing through the room. Then she saw her. Tara, the wife, the mother, 37 years old and stood in the corner. Tara did not want the 20 something babysitter, Alyssia to see her like this.
Smirking and laughing at Tara in the process, taking her time to look at her. She’d heard her get it but to see her bare red ass in all it’s glory. Her knickers all twisted up in a sad half mast state with her jeans. It was fantastic. She wanted to lock this memory in.
She couldn’t help herself picking up the wallet and going over.
“Looks like you got your bot-bot smacked hard Tara. You should not withhold my pay in the future. I’m glad Dave saw sense and now he’s making it up to me and taking all of us out for crazy golf and food.”
“It’s going to be really fun. And you’ve got to stay here with your chubby red bottom on display like a naughty girl. The SHAME, oh well have fun, toodle-oo.”





















