As I've stated before, Jacob is a building contractor. He has his own business for laying tile, flooring, and other types of jobs. He has a small crew of 5 to 6 guys working with him depending on the job. Jacob stays fit, going to the gym 2-3 times a week. He's a married, handsome, muscular Hispanic man, 55 yo. He has a well-developed chest and biceps, muscular quads and a firm round butt. Added to this, Jabob has an 8" uncut cock and huge nuts.
I have some small jobs that need completing around my house. Jacob has been discussing with me how he can get his crew out to knock out all the jobs within 1-2 days. He's been talking about it for almost 3 years and still hasn't followed through with it. I'm a pretty laid back guy. But I'd really like to get these jobs done and Jacob is trying my patience.
Out of the blue, about a week after the lace panty spanking, Jacob texts me, "Remind me again of the jobs you need done. Maybe I can come out one day this week and take a look again and get some measurements."
"Okay," I answered. "Thursday morning is good. Before I have to get to work. Be here by 8:00am."
"That works," Jacob replied. "See you Thursday."
Jacob arrived on Thursday morning as agreed. I had been up early and was showered, shaved, dressed in shirt and tie, ready to head to the office. I let Jacob in. This time he had brought one of his crew along with him. This was unexpected, but I thought having a third person watch while I taught Jacob a lesson could be interesting.
"This is Enrique," Jacob announced, "He works with me."
"Hi Enrique! I'm Dr. Ferguson," I said and extended my hand. Enrique and I shook hands. Enrique was a handsome, well-built man in his late 20s, about 5 feet 10 inches tall. short-cropped hair, long eyelashes. He was wearing a Western snap shirt with the sleeves cut off to reveal his muscular shoulders and biceps and faded jeans and well-worn work boots. Enrique's jeans were tight, cupping his bulge seductively.
"Well, let's go ahead and go over things," I said, "Let's start here downstairs." I showed Jacob and Enrique where I needed an extra shelf in the kitchen and tile on the front porch. Then we headed upstairs.
"Here in the bathroom, I need the tile around the shower repaired and the shower door hung," I said, showing Jacob where the tiles were broken.
"Yeah, we can take care of that. No problem," Jacob replied.
"Is that right? When?" I asked sarcastically.
"I can get my guys out here next week on Monday or Tuesday, whatever works for you," Jacob answered.
"You sure about that?" I asked pointedly. "We've been talking about these jobs for almost three years, and you've never put me on your schedule, and here I am still waiting," I continued.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't get around to it," Jacob whined.
"Is that right?" I responded. "Well, I think maybe I can help you set your priorities and help you think more clearly," I continued.
I took Jacob by the wrist and led him into the upstairs guest room, where I had previously placed a straight-backed dining chair. Enrique followed.
"Lean over the back of the chair," I ordered.
"What?" Jacob asked with some embarrassment.
"You heard me," I replied, and pushed Jacob towards the chair. "It's time you had your punishment for putting off my jobs," I continued. "Now lean over the chair. Place your hands on the seat," I ordered.
Jacob reluctantly complied. He leaned over the chair back, leaning on his outstretched arms, hands firmly grasping the seat.
Jacob stood up again. "But... Enrique," Jacob protested.
"Enrique can watch and learn what happens when contractors don't follow through with their promises," I barked back. I pushed Jacob back over the chair. I stood to the side and smacked Jacob on the butt over his jeans with my hand.
"You haven't done what you promised to do three years ago," I said, and smacked Jacob's left cheek again. "So today you're going to get your punishment for goofing off and ignoring my jobs." I slapped his right butt cheek. I then delivered several more smacks to Jacob's firm butt, alternating between the left and right cheeks.
I looked over at Enrique, who was standing with his hands in his pockets, grinning from ear to ear.
I reached around Jacob and undid the button on his jeans waistband, slid the zipper down and yanked his jeans down to his ankles. I opened the closet door and retrieved the wooden paddle I had placed there previously.
"Now you get the paddle," I teased. "Maybe ten swats with this boy can help you concentrate on your work."
"I'm sorry. I'll do better I promise," Jacob whined.
"Your promises don't count for much," I responded and landed the first swat with the paddle on his ass over his tighty whities. "I want you to count each hit, you understand? That was one."
"Yes, Sir," Jacob whimpered. "Enrique, go downstairs! Don't watch!" Enrique started to back away.
"Stay right here. Or you'll be next," I ordered. Enrique stood still, leaning against the wall with full view of Jacob's ass.
I proceeded to deliver the second swat with the paddle.
"Two, thank you, daddy," Jacob cried. I delivered the third swat.