Jim was serious about his precious corvette.  He wanted to make it shine the way it had the first day he saw it on the showroom floor.  He and Jenny had been working for nearly three hours.  They had washed and waxed, and now they were shining the chrome.    

Jenny was sick and tired of helping, and she picked up the hose and felt the cool water wash over her bare feet.  It was over ninety degrees.  She wore cut off shorts and a small tee shirt, but she was still sweating.      

Jim glanced over at her and winked.  “We’re almost done.”  He assured her as he worked on polishing the rims.  This car was his baby. 

All Jenny could think about was lying on the couch and drinking a tall glass of iced tea. 

“Jenny, hand me more polish.”  Jim said.  He could be so demanding sometimes. 

Three hours of hard work in the sweltering heat was a bit much, and suddenly instead of handing Jim the polish, Jenny lifted the hose and showered him with water.    

“Argghh!” Jim shot to his feet as the cold water doused his tee shirt and soaked the front of his khaki shorts.  “What the fuck?” 

Jenny grinned wickedly and then began to run away, but Jim had quick reflexes from playing high school football, and before she knew what was happening, Jim grabbed the hose from Jenny’s hand and gave her a cold shower in return.  She squirmed and wiggled as the cold water washed over her.   

 

“You are so dead little girl,” Jim laughed.  He knew she liked it when he called her “little girl,” even though she was twenty-three-years-old, and far from being a little girl. 

Jenny felt him grip her arm.  “I’m sorry,” She screamed as he showered her a second time with the hose.  

“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be!”  Jim grinned wickedly.  He gripped her wrist and set down the hose, leading her to the tap so that he could turn off the water and avoid any further catastrophes. 

Jenny attempted to wriggle free to no avail.  Jim looked at her small denim shorts as he stuck his finger in the top.  “These are going to have to come down.  You are soooo gonna get it!”

“What’s the matter, can’t you take a joke?”  She laughed.  She knew she was skating on thin ice, but she loved it.  They had moved into their house a month ago, and it had been heaven.  They could play to their hearts content, and the house was remote enough that the neighbors couldn’t see or hear anything.    

Jim looked playfully down into Jenny’s eyes.  “We’ll see how smiley you are after I warm that cute little bottom of yours.  What you need is a good spanking.” 

The word “spanking” gave Jenny a little thrill.  “I don’t want a spanking.”  She protested even though she was dying to feel his hand smack her bare bottom. 

He reached down with both hands and undid the snap and zipper on her shorts.  “You know better than to act up before we are done working.  Besides, look what you did to me,” he pointed at his wet shirt and shorts.  He was drenched. 

She stuck her finger in her mouth and looked up at him innocently, “I didn’t mean to do it,” she said. 

“Don’t you dare give me that pouting look, or I’ll give it to you worse.”  He reached up and removed her finger from her mouth.  “Now, pull down your pants.” 

She wanted him to pull them down for her.  She hated it when he made her do it.  She slipped her thumbs in either side of her shorts, and began to wiggle out of them.  She paused for a moment and then turned away from him, and charged toward the house.    

“Oh, no you don’t,” Jim rushed after her laughing with amusement.  “You are really gonna get it when I catch up with you!”

She tried to outrun him, but he overtook her at the top of the stairs and dragged her into their bedroom.  “Now young lady, get your wet clothes off.” 

She pulled her wet tee shirt off, followed by her bra, and then she slipped down her shorts.  Jim watched her with appreciation, until he saw that she was wearing a thong.  He hated thongs.  He understood now why she had run away.  She didn’t want him to see her thong.  “What’s this?”  He inserted his finger under the thin strip of fabric that ran across her hip. 

“Well it was a hot day!”  She explained, putting on her best innocent face.    

“Hmmm, what did I say I would do if I ever caught you wearing a thong again?”  He asked with raised eyebrows. 

“It’s not my fault you like granny panties!”  She spat. 

He laughed.  She was pushing him, but he was more than willing to endure her sassiness because he knew he would have the last laugh.  “You are not gonna be able to sit for a week if you keep this up, now answer my question, what did I say would happen if I caught you wearing anymore thongs?”  He lifted her pouting chin with his finger and looked deeply into her eyes. 

She knew she was in trouble, and her bottom tingled.  “You said I would get the strap.”  Her face flushed pink as the words left her mouth. 

Jim nodded.  “Indeed.”  He loved her so much that it made his heart beat faster just looking at her, and his penis engorged.  “Let’s see, you got me all wet with the hose, and then you ran away from me, plus I caught you wearing a thong.  You really are in big trouble young lady.”  He could tell she was nervous.  “Tsk, tsk.”

“Please Jim I was just playing around when I squirted with you the hose.”  She pleaded, even though she couldn’t wait for him to begin punishing her. 

He lightly cupped her breasts with his hands and looked down at her, his eyes trailing toward her thighs.  He longed to see the thin thatch of hair beneath that god-awful thong.  He knew she liked it when he made her pull her panties down, but he wanted to take his time and make it count.  He led her over to the bench near the window and sat down, quickly pulling her across his lap. 

There was something comforting for Jenny about being over Jim’s firm lap.  He was caring and loving, and although she hated the actual spanking, the sex and the hot bottom after it was over, was something she relished. 

Jim began to strike her bottom with his open hand.  “Ouch!”  She wiggled in protest. 

“Hold still!”  He said as he rained down slap after slap.  Her pale bottom began to turn pink from the impact.

“Jim!”  She protested in anguish and reached her hand back.  His smacks stung. 

“Maybe if you had some actual panties on, you would have some protection, but instead you have a thong on,” he chided. 

“Owwwww”  She cried. 

“OK, it’s time for you to take that thong off,” Jim said helping her to her feet.  “We’ll be putting that in the trash can.” He watched her slide the thong down her slender thighs and kick it aside.  She then attempted to climb back over his lap, but he stopped her.  “Oh no you don’t.  First you need to bring me the small leather paddle and strap.” 

He watched her walk to the drawer to retrieve the strap and paddle, her sweet round bottom bounced slightly as she walked.  His penis strained against the fabric of his pants as he watched her.  She pouted a bit as she took out the implements and carried them back to him. 

“Thank you.”  He said laying the implements aside and pulling her back over his knee.  The spanking commenced.  Firm hard smacks against her bottom, one after another.   Her body was wiggling and contracting with the pain of each smack. 

He then lifted the leather paddle and began to apply it to her already sore bottom.  The first smack of the leather paddle caught her off guard.  “If you had been a good girl and not run away, we would probably be done by now.”  He teased her as he continued to spank her.  He wasn’t sure how he been lucky enough to have her.  He had always been the shy type and afraid to ask out the girls, but when he had seen Jenny he had suddenly lost his shyness.         

“Ouch!”  She protested. 

“If you weren’t so naughty, you wouldn’t need this.”  He said with an amused voice as he continued spanking her with the leather paddle.  Then he stopped abruptly and pulled her to her feet, leading her over to the bed, and commanding her to bend over.  She did as he instructed.  He paused just long enough to admire her bottom, and then he lifted the strap and brought it down hard across her pink backside.  She winced from the impact, but the stings gave her a thrill.

He only hit her a few times with the strap before stopping.  Then he stripped off his clothes and pushing her down on top of the bed, tumbling down on top of her.  He caressed her sore bottom as he looked deeply into her eyes.  “I love you,” he whispered. 

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him.  “I love you too,” she purred in a soft voice, and she couldn’t wait for what was coming next.         

 

 

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