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Living on a large piece of property I felt it was time to start fixing it up. My house was coming along and I must start the yard. So with pen in hand I started my plans. It was still winter so I had a month until the rains stopped a lot of time to figure. I would need a lot of supplies, gravel, rock and top soil. Being long on muscle and short on funds I made out a budget over the next three years to enhance my land.
The first step in the budget was to find out how much things would cost, so I took a ride to the local supplier. I drove in the yard and started to wonder around looking at the different rock and dirt and up walked the cutest little lady, she looked like a doll. She was about 30 years old, 5 foot tall with the most beauty blue eyes, smooth peach skin and blond hair braided and put up. She was wearing very tight blue jeans and a tight sweat shirt. She asked me if I needed help and I explained to her what I was going to do, where I lived, and I was getting prices only at this time.
She introduced herself, said her name was Carol, as we walked around she told me the prices of the different material. I followed and I noticed she had the cutest shaped bottom. I thanked her and went on my way. I fantasied about turning her over my knee all the way home.
About a month later the weather broke and I started my projects. I order my first load and was surprised to see Carol driving the dump truck. I showed her where to dump it and was even more surprised when she jumped out of the cab in a pair of short shorts. She dumped the load and I started talking with her and she was very interested in what I was doing so I showed her around. I asked her if she did all the deliveries and she said no, but the other driver was gone for the afternoon and she filled in.
She spent about 20 minutes and then she suddenly said she had to go. As she jumped back in the truck. She kept talking and I didn’t know if she was selling more material or if she was the overly friendly type. But it was enjoyable to watch her climb in the cab.
I ordered material several more times that year and it was always Carol who delivered it. She always spent a while talking and wanting to look around and I always obliged. But the time the rains came I was well on my way. The yard looked good and I had many fantasies about my delivery girl.
The second year came and I called for my first load of the year. Nobody was there and I left my order on their answering machine. That afternoon I heard the truck and I was dismayed to see a guy driving the truck. I showed him where to dump it and he was on his way. He spoke about two words the whole time. It was good while it lasted I thought and I figured she was gone and that was that. About a month later I called to order some top soil and was delighted when Carol answered. She knew me instantly and said she would bring it right out.
When she arrived I showed her where to dump it and we started talking and I asked her who the man was that delivered the load last time. She said “I didn’t know you ordered? I must have been out that afternoon, oh that guy was the owner”. I asked if he was always so gruff and she said, “no, only when he has to work”. Again we ended up chatting for about 20 minutes and she was again interested in what I was doing. I ordered from her 3 or 4 more times and was surprised to get a couple phone calls from her advertising specials or asking how it was going. The year ended and the rains came. I had a lot done but I was wishing I could order and do more.
That winter I ran into Carol in the market a few times. It was just a short hello and off. I told her the upcoming year was going to be the hardest. I was going to build a road on my place.
The spring came and I started my road. I ordered some shale and out came Carol with a load. I showed her where to drop it and where to spread it too. She checked it out and backed the truck up and dumped it. She had trouble getting it into gear and dropped the whole load at one spot. She jumped out and was very apologetic and said she blew it. I was a little mad and I told her that it would make a lot of work for me! She said it won’t happen again, and I said “if it does we will have a little chat!” She said that’s what her dad used to say when she was in trouble. I said she was in trouble with me, and she started acting very demure. She asked me not to call her boss and that she would bring me extra next time, and leave off the delivery charge. I agreed and told her next time I will not be so easy on her. I could tell she was a little turned on. I pointed over to a bundle of switches I have recently trimmed. She was not at all put off by it but said “yes sir, that’s just like my dad, too.”
She left and I went to work on my road but I could not get her response out of my mind. Should I have tried then to spank her for her misdeed. Should I have even said anything. It’s a small town and it was a risk, but it did turn out o.k. I hoped.
I needed another load a couple days later and I called in the order. Carol answered and she was giving me this “yes sir, no sir” the whole time on the phone. She said they were backed up and could not get there until 4:30 but would bring me a little extra. I hung up and had a feeling that something was going on in her mind.
4:30 Came and went and she was not there and I was wondering what was happening. She was always on time and did not ever run late. Finally at 5:15 she showed up. I pointed to where I wanted the shale dumped and she never got out of the truck. She backed up the truck and I pointed where I wanted her to spread the shale. She opened the flap and down came the rock. All in one pile! She jumped out and said “I couldn’t get it going. I’m sorry sir”. I said “that won’t work this time”. “Yes sir, I guess you’ll have to reprimand me for my mistake”. “Yes I will”. She asked if she should go get a switch and I told her yes.
She walked over to the stack of switches and pulled out one that was about 30″ long and returned with it. She handed it to me and turned toward her truck. She was wearing a pair of shorts and she pulled them down and her panties came with them. I was glad I lived in the country and had no neighbors. She bent over the dump lever and said “I’m sorry sir, I know I have earned a dozen and I am sorry that I have made you whip me”. I took on the role of daddy right away and started to lecturing her on her unsatisfactory ways. She just stood there with her bottom up in the air. I lined up the switch and let go a moderate swing. She let out a slight ouch and not much more, the second stripe was a little harder, whack! She jumped and cried out. The third was a little harder yet and left a welt. I could tell she was enjoying it and I put a little more sting into each swing and each after that left a slight welt. Whack, “oww, please sir” she responded. Whack, oww. After each cut she would shoot up and rub her bottom. After about eight she started wiggling after each spank of the switch as she stood. I was so turned on and I could tell she was too. I swing for the 12 time and she screamed, rubbed her bottom and promised to be more careful in the future.
I asked her if she wanted to come in for a while as she pulled up her shorts and she said she had to get the truck back but would like to come back up in about an hour. I said “yes, that would work out fine, be on time!” Yes sir, she replied.
An hour and a half passed and I was sure she was backing out when I heard a car in the drive. It was Carol in an old 65 mustang. I watched her get out and start toward the house and I was staggered by what she was wearing. I could not see that well because of the dark but it looked like she was wearing a cheerleader outfit. I had showered and put on something more relaxed. I quickly pulled off my shirt and put on something more like my dad would have worn in the evening. I yelled for her to walk in, and found her in the kitchen. I looked at her and she checked me out and said…
“Dad, I’m sorry I am late but the principal wanted to see me.” I fell into the role at once.
“You are suppose to call when your late!”
“I’m sorry dad but I should tell you, well here” Carol handed me a note from some made up principal. The note said that Carol was caught smoking and cutting class. I looked over the top of the note and Carol was standing there. The cheerleader outfit fit her perfectly, a short little skirt that hit about midthigh and a tight sweater. Her makeup, her hair in ponytails and her tennis shoes with knee sox, she looked like a teenager.
“Carol, I told you the next time you get in trouble I’m going to take you over my knee, I’ve had enough of your spoiled ways”
“Please dad, I’m too old to spank”
“No your not young lady, not as long as you act like a little spoiled brat!”
With that said I grabbed her by the arm and escorted her into the dining room. I pulled out a chair, sat down and said to her “you will get punished for each digression separately. First, a hand spanking for being late and not calling. Then I am going to put you in the corner for 20 minutes. Next a spanking with the hair brush for cutting class and after another 20 minutes in the corner, 16 stingers (one for each year of your age) with the cane for smoking.” I looked her in the eye the whole time to see if I would get any message that it was too much and she just stayed with the guise.
“Carol, come here”.
I pointed to a spot right next to my left side. She slowly moved to the spot. I grabbed her arm again and guided her over my knee. She was so small it was like having a teenager over my knee. I pulled her skirt up and pulled her panties down. Her bottom had recovered from the switching earlier. I must not have hit as hard as I thought I did. I then lectured her as I spanked her bottom. Spank after spank landed on her bottom and she cried and wiggled and played the part. I must have spanked her about 50 times when I tucked her skirt in and stood her up. I directed her to a corner and got the kitchen timer and set it to 20 minutes. I told her to stand here while I fetch the hair brush.
I took my time finding the hair brush and came back into the room quietly and watched her standing there, with her panties around her ankles and her skirt tucked up. The timer was ticking away and she was rubbing her bottom with both hands.
DING went the timer and I said “Carol get over her now and take off those panties.” She did as I commanded and I placed her back over my knee and she started crying as soon as she was over. I told her that won’t work that she was going to get 30 with the hair brush and I started. Whack, owwww Whack, Owww Carol cried and she started kicking and I gave her a couple quick swats on the backs of her legs and warned her about further kicking and the swats did not count. She cried and squirmed and When I was done with the hair brush I sent her back to the corner and told her to remove her skirt, and I set the timer and went to get the cane.
I stood in the doorway and watched her in the corner. She had one hand rubbing her bottom and the other working her twat. I let her be for a couple minutes, then I entered the room loudly. As I did the timer sounded and I told her to lay over the arm of the sofa in the living room. She moved slowly and was crying and rubbing her bottom the whole time. After guiding her to the right position I stepped back and really enjoyed what I saw. A small, firm girl with a real tight red bottom. Knee sox and tennis shoes laying over the arm of an overstuffed couch waiting for the cane from dad. I lined up the cane and told her SHE was to count the 16 strokes. With that said I pulled back and let one go. She cried out, I whacked her much harder than I did this afternoon and it left a very apparent welt. Owww ONE! She cried, I lined up the cane again and came down with the second stinger. Owwww she cried. The third one brought her up rubbing and moaning. I took my time with the 16 cuts sometimes waiting a minute or two between cuts and when I was finished she was crying and rubbing her bottom. I said give dad a hug and she was all over me. Thanking me and thanking me and well, thanking me for the chastisement. That was a night to remember and I hope to have many more like it soon.
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