The Paintstick
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 7:14 pm
My project for today was painting the garage trim & door.... but from the moment I picked up the paintstick all I could think of was the feel of that smooth, thin wood smacking my bare bottom...
Found the paint at Walmart and saw the bucket of paintsticks on the counter... those cheap thin wooden ones they give away. Putting two in the cart I felt my face start to get warm and that special tingle low in my stomach... as I finished my shopping the feelings got stronger every time I saw them in my cart...
Later that morning it was time to get to work. You were doing various things around the yard while I started on the garage. With that funny feeling inside I set the unused paint stick on a table. A couple times as you walked by you made comments to me about speeding up “gotta get this done by dark, hon” “I know!” I snapped back which made you turn and raise an eyebrow at me. I got back to work but after you went around the corner, I started goofing off a little…. A short time later I felt you grab me by the wrist. “Hey, what are you doing?” I spat out… trying to pull loose.
But your grip was tight and you pulled me around the garage, out of view from the other yards. You quickly twisted me around bending me forward a little and I felt your fingers sliding into the waistband of my sweatpants. “Babe! C’mon, you can’t do that out here!!”
“OH? I can do this anywhere your naughty little butt needs it, young lady! Now stop squirming!!”
I didn’t stop squirming but as soon as I felt the cool, fall air on my bare bottom, I started to plead… “Baby, please don’t, I promise I’ll quit goofing off, just let me go, please??” My sweats and panties were bunched around my knees as you replied “When I’m done, now hold still!”
CRACK!! Suddenly I knew you had picked up the paint stick and I felt that warm wetness between my legs along with the warm stinging of my butt cheek, CRACK, SMACK, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP!!! Five more hard swats and you pulled me up straight, and lifted my chin with your hand… I was hopping from foot to foot and rubbing my sore bottom… You looked into my eyes and said sternly, “Now get to work and stay at it… If I have to do this again, you will be one very sorry girl.”
As you walked away, I started pulling up my pants back up… my bottom bearing two bright pink splotches where you had landed three strokes in exactly the same spot on each cheek. As I went back to my work, I heard giggling from the nosy neighbors behind the fence…. they had heard me get spanked!
I’m happy to report that we both finished all our work and later when you pulled the paintstick out for a "good girl" spanking, I didn’t care who heard. I was so glad to have a firm, strong man who cared enough to give me what I needed. After a few minutes of nice, warm smacks and lots of nice rubbing with the stick and your firm hand, I slid off your lap to show my appreciation… kneeling in front of you with my panties around my ankles and a warm glow on my bottom, I take your manhood in my hands and guide into to my soft, wet mouth… you lay back and get comfortable and I hear you moan in pleasure…
Found the paint at Walmart and saw the bucket of paintsticks on the counter... those cheap thin wooden ones they give away. Putting two in the cart I felt my face start to get warm and that special tingle low in my stomach... as I finished my shopping the feelings got stronger every time I saw them in my cart...
Later that morning it was time to get to work. You were doing various things around the yard while I started on the garage. With that funny feeling inside I set the unused paint stick on a table. A couple times as you walked by you made comments to me about speeding up “gotta get this done by dark, hon” “I know!” I snapped back which made you turn and raise an eyebrow at me. I got back to work but after you went around the corner, I started goofing off a little…. A short time later I felt you grab me by the wrist. “Hey, what are you doing?” I spat out… trying to pull loose.
But your grip was tight and you pulled me around the garage, out of view from the other yards. You quickly twisted me around bending me forward a little and I felt your fingers sliding into the waistband of my sweatpants. “Babe! C’mon, you can’t do that out here!!”
“OH? I can do this anywhere your naughty little butt needs it, young lady! Now stop squirming!!”
I didn’t stop squirming but as soon as I felt the cool, fall air on my bare bottom, I started to plead… “Baby, please don’t, I promise I’ll quit goofing off, just let me go, please??” My sweats and panties were bunched around my knees as you replied “When I’m done, now hold still!”
CRACK!! Suddenly I knew you had picked up the paint stick and I felt that warm wetness between my legs along with the warm stinging of my butt cheek, CRACK, SMACK, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP!!! Five more hard swats and you pulled me up straight, and lifted my chin with your hand… I was hopping from foot to foot and rubbing my sore bottom… You looked into my eyes and said sternly, “Now get to work and stay at it… If I have to do this again, you will be one very sorry girl.”
As you walked away, I started pulling up my pants back up… my bottom bearing two bright pink splotches where you had landed three strokes in exactly the same spot on each cheek. As I went back to my work, I heard giggling from the nosy neighbors behind the fence…. they had heard me get spanked!
I’m happy to report that we both finished all our work and later when you pulled the paintstick out for a "good girl" spanking, I didn’t care who heard. I was so glad to have a firm, strong man who cared enough to give me what I needed. After a few minutes of nice, warm smacks and lots of nice rubbing with the stick and your firm hand, I slid off your lap to show my appreciation… kneeling in front of you with my panties around my ankles and a warm glow on my bottom, I take your manhood in my hands and guide into to my soft, wet mouth… you lay back and get comfortable and I hear you moan in pleasure…