This is my first try at this so bear with me.
After being in my new home for a year I decided to take on an ambitious project. I decided to redo my backup. I wanted to but in a dry creek bed, some fencing, and a bunch of plantings. A third of the way through I realized it was too much for me to handle and needed some help if I wanted to get this done. My mother mentioned that a son of a friend of hers was home from college and looking for some odd jobs. His name was Ryan and had dropped out for a semester to "find himself".
I gave Ryan a call and asked him if he wanted the job. He said "Sure, I would love a job were I could work outside and on my tan."
He showed up one Saturday. Ryan was 21, 5'10" tall ,with dishwater blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. He weighed about 160 lbs and was lean, but muscled. I thought to myself that I definitely will enjoy watching him work. I showed him around and told him what needed to be done. He started working right away. I worked side by side with him watching him dig and his arms flex for about an hour before I went inside. A while later I looked outside and saw him with is shirt off. He was well built and I spent several minutes watching him and his hairy chest huff and puff as he hauled a tree to be planted. He finally left and said he would be back Monday.
On Monday it rained, on Tuesday he said the ground was still wet, on Wednesday he worked for about an hour then quit. He didn't show up till Saturday. When I asked him what was going on he just said was busy. My beautiful yardboy was turning into a dud. This half-assed work with half-assed excuses continued for another week. I finally had a talk with him and he said he was sorry and he would improve.
One night I came home and saw he put the fence posts in. I was happy that it was getting done, but disappointed when I discovered the posts were barely in the ground. Several days later I came home early only to find Ryan stretched out on my lounger, wearing only his khaki shorts and work boots, drinking my beer. I thought enough way enough. So I called to him from the door.
"Ryan, could you come in here" I asked.
Startled to see me he said, "yea, sure."
"Ryan, this is just not working out. You rarely come out to the house. You aren't doing the work correctly, and now I see you drinking my beer and just hanging out. I have warned you before that you need to improve. You didn't listen to me then and I don't think you will listen to me now. So I think it is best you leave."
Ryan looked at me and said. "Gee I'm sorry! I was only taking a break. I'm getting the job done. You don't have to be so anal about it and get on my case."
"I am not being anal about it you are doing a poor job, and believe me if I was getting on your case you would know about it." I huffed.
"Yea, what would you do about it?" He snorted.
"I would turn you over my knee and teach some respect!" I replied.
"Ha! I would like to see that!" He laughed.
In one quick move I grabbed him by the wrists, sat down and yanked him over my knee and started hitting his firm butt saying: "I will teach what happens if you don't show pride in your work and respect those who are paying you!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
This all took him by surprise and once he regained his thoughts he started fighting me. He managed to pull me off my chair and wrestle to me the ground. Despite his strength I was able to turn him over and land my knee in his gut. It knocked the wind out of him. Giving me enough time to take control back. I yanked him up to his feet, threw him over the side of the couch, and pulled his shorts down to his knees and in doing so ripping the shorts. I then began methodically administering the hardest swats I could to his Jockey covered butt, all the while keeping him pinned on the sofa with my elbow in the back of his neck. After about 20 hits to his butt he started to moan and wiggle.
"Please, stop!" he cried.
"NO, you haven't learned your lesson!" I replied. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Please, he pleaded no one has ever done this to me!" he pleaded
"That explains a lot!" I said. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Ryan just gave in and cried. Finally after about another 40 swats I figured that he had enough. So, I yanked him up from the sofa preparing to let him put what was left of his shorts on. That is when I noticed a significant bulge in his Jockeys. Looking at this gorgeous boy-man, crying, rubbing is sore ass, and trying to hide is erection begin to get me extremely excited. Ryan noticed the growing bulge in my pants and his pain turned to anger.
"How dare you do this! You get off on this don't you faggot! I'm going to call someone on you!" He yelled.
He began to rush me, but with shorts around his ankles he was too clumsy. I knocked him to the floor.
"Well, I guess you haven't learned you lesson and speaking of faggots you're the one who looks so excited about this!" I exclaimed.
Turning him over on the floor face up, I sat on his chest and pulled his Jockeys off, forcing his legs into the air, and finally pulling his Jockeys and shorts off over his boots ruining his chance to ever wear those again. I sat back and admired his very hard 8 inch _c_o_c_k_. I grasped it with my hand and slowly began to stroke it. He softly moaned. Then I took my other hand and administered ten sharp raps to his balls as he squealed in pain. I got off his chest and flipped him over on his stomach. I quickly administered ten sharp swats on his bare ass, already red from my previous spanking. I then grabbed him by the nape of is neck and his balls and forced him up off the floor. I stood there a while admiring him. He began to relax. I then forced him back over the sofa arm.
"No please! I have learned my lesson. I was wrong. I should have pride in my work and do a good job for those who employ me. Please stop I can't take any more!" He implored.
"I'm sorry, but I must be sure." I said.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! After about 20 smacks I told him to move away from the sofa and bend over and grab his ankles. He was to drained to protest. Taking my belt from my pants I administered ten hard lashes. I forced him to stand up straight. From behind I slowly began to stroke his still hard _c_o_c_k_. It wasn't long before he shot his load. He then fell backwards into me and just started to sob. I turn him around and gave him a big hug.
"There, there. I think you have finally learned your first lesson about respect, haven't you?" I asked.
"Yes, yes from now own I will do the work right and quickly." He said.
"Good, now I think you have some work to do." I said
He turned and looked at his tattered shorts and said: "I don't think I can even wear those anymore."
"Well your lucky you have the fence almost done, or everyone in the neighborhood would be seeing you bright red ass and that nice _c_o_c_k_ of yours!" I chuckled.
He was about to protest, but then thought better of it. He simply turned around and walked out into the yard and started getting to work wearing only his work boots.
As the next couple of hours went by I sat out on the patio admiring my beautiful yardboy. Watching him work up a sweat, all the while the sun beating down on his glowing red ass. I finally told him he could quit for the day. He came over to the patio and I offered him a seat and a beer. He refused the seat knowing that his butt couldn't take it, but he took the beer.
"From now on when you are working in the privacy of the back yard I want you only wearing what you have on right now. Do you understand? I asked.
"Yes, yes sir I do" He replied.
"Good, I think you have been taking the easy way out of life for to long. It is time you learned some structure and discipline. You have some more lessons to learn and I intended to teach them to you." I said.
"Thank you, Sir. I think I need you to do that" he replied.
"Good" I said. Then I stood up walked over to him gave him a huge hug and slowly rubbed his aching backside. I gave him a light kiss on the cheek.
That was the first of many lessons for Ryan. Or is it? Your comments are appreciated.