Here's a little something for you wonderful Dommes out there 😏
It was gonna be a hot one, he could tell by the heat of the morning sun.
He had already taken his shirt off by 8:30.
Nick was finished painting the barn wall by 11:00 and headed toward the house. . .
It was on the small side of average, for a typical old farm house - complete with rickety screen door.
"all done with that wall" he proclaimed proudly. Helen finished up her coffee and got up from the small table on the back wall of the kitchen - "well lets have a look" she walked past him and headed out the door -
She looked it over, hands on her hips . . .
"Do it again" . . .
Nick looked at her confused
"Do it again?"
Helen was a kind woman but also hardened from life - tempered by years of experience. Often times it could be hard to tell if she was messing with you or not. This was one of those times . . .
Nick chuckled, nervously "why, I mean . . .whats wr .. ."
She looked him square in the face
"You heard me! . . . This time without your pants!" . . . She turned without another word and headed back towards the house.
Nick began to shake - he had had fantasies like this many times over the years but never told anyone. "Oh my god, its happening" he thought to himself "its actually happening" . . . He looked around. . .
there was no way anyone could ever see him - it was a very secluded farm, set back off the road and surrounded on all sides by trees.
He looked back towards the house - his hand on his belt buckle . . . His mind reeled. "Fuck it!" He thought, and pulled off his jeans. Standing there, completely naked - in broad daylight . . .
trembling, he began re-painting the barn wall.
He was so aroused and stunned he could hardly breathe as he methodically worked the roller.
He did the second coat much quicker than the first. Helen came out of the house just before he was done with the last couple of feet. She stood at the front corner watching him as he finished up at the end.
"Come here!" She ordered
Nick stood before her - naked, embarrassed . . . , aroused - feeling his fantasy become reality for the first time in his life . . .
She leaned down and pulled the belt from his jeans - "hands on the wall!" She pointed, and without hesitation, began beating him - the belt whipped hard against his bare skin - he shook with pain - over and over - fast and hard - she beat him - his ass was on fire by the time she finally stopped - his legs quivering, his breath short - panting . . .
"When I give you a job to do . . . " she threatened in his ear "I expect it done right the first time!" . . . "do you understand me!?"
"Yes maam" he could barely get the words out.
"8 o'clock tomorrow morning! . . . Sharp!"
She threw the belt on the ground and stormed off, back to the house.
Nick got dressed, cleaned everything up - got in his truck and headed home.
He looked at the welts on his ass in the bathroom mirror, ran his hand over them . . .he came quickly - and again the following morning before getting out of bed. He was at the diner drinking coffee by 6am and impatiently watching the clock. Helens farm was just over 4 miles down Thatcher road - a smooth dirt road that ran all the way to Sheldon, some 18 miles away. He had made the trip many times working for her, but never like this.
. . . .
He knocked apprehensively on the screen door . . .
"Come in"
She was sitting at the small table with her coffee and a cigarette, reading something on her phone. "Strip" she said, with a wave of her hand without looking up. He took everything off and stood naked at the door - just as excited as yesterday - if not more so. "Dishes" she pointed, again without looking away from her phone. Nick immediately set out to filling the sinks with hot water. He felt so exposed, so . . . vulnerable - his ass black and blue from her beating the day before.
He didnt stop what he was doing when he heard her get up from the table - his mind set on doing as he was told. She stood silent behind him. He flinched when her hand gently carressed his behind . . . "I want the truth" she whispered "did you masturbate last night?" . . .
"Ye . . ." He cleared his throat "yes maam . . . Twice"
She smiled.
"From now on" she said sofly, still admiring her handy work "you only cum when I say . . . ." She squeezed his ass cheek hard - digging her fingernails in "do you understand me? " "yes maam" he replied promptly, with a slight gasp.
"Good boy" . . . She sat back down and finished her coffee, and he obediently continued doing the dishes.
End of part 1 ?
*All places and names are factitious, any similarity to actual places or people, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
