My lovely pet,
I remember when you were just 18 and you came home with that little scum bag. You thought you would show your ass by taking advantage of my good nature and drag him home with you. The only problem is, you forgot about our agreement.
If you brought someone home that I didn't like, you had to be punished for it. Never mind that it was late in the evening and turning colder - that would make the sting all the more for it.
First I had to run that little snake off. Promising him that I would unload the 12-gauge shotgun in his butt, he was soon hiking it on down the road - no thoughts to saying goodbye to you - leaving you to your own devices.
"Strip," I ordered. You looked at me - a little defiantly - then decided to obey me. Off came the t-shirt and bra - reaching for your jeans to push them down over your hips. Just at that time, I caught you - when you were most vulnerable - handcuffing your hands behind your back and dragging you into the bedroom - pulling you onto the bed - cuffing you to it while I finished the chore of removing your jeans and your little thong.
Leaving you, I went to the closet where we keep our toys. Reaching in the box, I pulled out the paddle. Not an ordinary paddle this - it was two feet long and 4 inches wide. A handle on one end - holes drilled in the other. This would definitely blister your tight little butt.
When you saw what I had - you started pleading with me to let you go - you said you would never do it again. I tired of your whining and shoved a gag in your mouth, tying it behind your head, pulling your long hair in the process so that some strands fell on the bed. Never mind - it would grow back.
Pulling you across my knee, I held your back with one arm across it while I began to apply the paddle where it hurt most - those creamy white fleshy globes of your ass. Three strokes and you were squirming all over my manhood - making my cock get hard. I felt your sex - wet! Just as I thought - you were still in an "enjoying" mode. Time to really blister your butt - I poured it on. Six or seven strokes later, tears running down your cheeks - your other cheeks were getting inflamed - beet red with little white spots - where the blisters would rise up.
Time for a few more. Spacing the blows out - I moved from top to bottom of your butt - from the right cheek to the left - never halting until your entire backside was red.
Putting the paddle aside, I decided to take you out into the back yard. Good thing we have that 8-foot privacy fence - else the neighbors might pry.