Thwack!

I was only thirty-nine when I started plans for bankruptcy. I had no job and no place to live and I was just so very sad. So, I looked through the local paper to find a good job. Or, at least A job. What I found was such a wonderful alternative!

I answered an ad for a live-in housekeeper! That’s great, I thought. A full time job along with a place to live (free rent!) I went to the store to buy some rubber gloves for washing the dishes. Some soap and scouring powder to clean different surfaces. Yes, I knew that they would have that at the house, but I also knew that for such an easyish- type job, I would need to make a very good impression.

So, I arrived to a very luxurious home with everything I could ever dream of my own. Well, a home that I would like to live in. I went inside to find the inside better than I realized it could be. Now I was scared. Then, in walked a gentleman who was my age if not a tiny bit older. He was the cutest and sexiest man that I had seen in quite a long time. I smiled. He smiled back. I asked, “Would you like me to fill out a resume?” He said, “Do you live in this city?” I said “No.” He said, “Do you have another job?” I said, “No. That’s what really attracted me to this job. I have no home anywhere. Does that make me ineligible?” He said, “Do you have anywhere to sleep tonight? If not, you can stay here. You have the job.” He asked, “What’s your name?” I answered, “Janet Print. What’s yours?” “Culver Hornet.” The richest man in the state if not the country.

I didn’t say it but my mind was thinking WOW!!! So, I just said that I needed somewhere to sleep and that I was very happy to begin my new job. He showed me my room. Better and more beautiful than I could have, would have expected. Then he asked how much I wanted a month. I said, for free room and board, I wasn’t expecting more than about $300 a month. He told me that I would get $300 a week, if I that was okay with that. I smiled my biggest smile and just kept repeating yes to all of his questions.

Then, I hesitated, how could this job give so much money for so little work? A few days later. I realized the ‘catch’. He asked me how often I exercised, I said rarely if ever. He said that we would start exercising every day from now on. Not I would but WE would. I was wondering if he wanted to exercise with me, like jumping rope or doing pushups or something like that. Nope, that’s not what he wanted.

I cleaned up the kitchen and the floors and he was watching me the entire time. I was wondering what he did for a living to afford him this house and this kind of opulence. He watched everything I did. When I hesitated he said, “Are you ready for some exercise?” It wasn’t really a question but just a statement as to what I was going to do next.

He said to lie on my back on this bad, (his bed, it turned out)
“Now just raise your legs both pressed together at once.” So I did. “Now, put your hands linked together behind your head. And, raise them again.” So, again, I did.

He or we did this every few days. Then I ended up staring at his lower half to find a very nice looking hard lump staring back at me (through the pants, of course.). When I noticed and looked up, he was smiling and trying not to touch himself.

A few days later I sat down and watched some television. He sat down next to me. “I’m going to run and get a shower.” He said, “Yes. I think I will, too.” What I didn’t realize was that he was going to shower with me. Same tub. Same shower.

He did that many times before, but this time he got out first and dried off, but left his clothes on the floor. I tried to get out also, but he directed me to get back in because he said that I wasn’t rinsed enough. I had turned off the water so when I got back in he turned it back on for me but it seemed so very hot. “It’s too hot” I said. He turned the knob all the way back down the other way. Now it was too cold. When I said that, he didn’t flinch then FINNALLY turned it all the way off. I was going to get a towel to dry off but he said, “You will work out now and get yourself all warmed up.”

So, I lay down again, with my wet hair hanging off the said of the bed. This time when he said to lift my legs and I did, he pulled out a very small, thin paddle and hit my ass with it. I flinched and said that it hurt. So, we ended up making a deal. And, I submitted to a spanking with every leg raise. Plus, after I agreed to each of his requirements, he raised my pay to $600 a week! Yea!

He did that almost every time ‘we’ exercised. One day, it started almost the exact same way. We showered and he dried off leaving me in some very cold water. I laid down on his bed expecting that little paddle again. He walked into the room and instead of carrying the paddle, he was holding a small, but thick strap of leather. I was happy the paddle hurt so very much and I didn’t think that little strip of leather could hurt any more than the paddle. I did as I was told and lifted my legs when ever he said to. And just like every time before, his right hand stretched out to swat me. That strip still hurt, but it wasn’t as bruising as the paddle.

I was supposed to lift my legs again after each swat, but I hesitated a bit too long and suddenly, he had swatted my breasts with that horrid strap of leather. I flinch and grabbed my breasts and rubbed then he stated, “You disobeyed what we had agreed upon. You know your punishment. State it out for me.”

“I’m to return my hands to their proper place and expect five more slaps of a much harder degree.” And, I thought inside ‘did I really agree to that, yes I did’ “Are you ready?” “Yes, sir.” I was also supposed to call him sir when I did something wrong. I put my hands behind my head and waited. “Count each stroke.” “Yes, sir. ”

THWAK!!! “One, sir.”
THWAK!!! “Two, sir.”
THWAK!!! It took me a moment before I said, “Three, sir.” THWAK!!! “Four, sir.” “That last one took too long. Get ready for your third.”
THWAK!!! “Three, sir.”
THWAK!!! “Four, sir.” I was keeping count and replying quickly.
THWAK!!! “Five, sir.”
THWAK!!!! “But, you said five!”
“I decided you might need a bit more. Here comes the last one.” THWAK!!! “Five, sir.”
“Very good! Now, onto the rest of your exercise.”

He returned to slapping my ass when I lifted my legs. After a few more times I didn’t raise my legs high enough and didn’t keep them as tightly closed as I wanted to. He THWAKED but it was almost entirely on my vaginal opening. My pussy. He did that as hard as he did on my ass so, not only did I flinch but I opened my mouth and said NO!

“You know what will happen now, right?” I did, but I didn’t want to. But, I did it.

I lifted my legs and opened them wide, closed my mouth and tried to keep quiet for the upcoming ten swats.
THWAK!!! “One, sir.’
THWAK!!! “Two, sir.”
THWAK!!! “Three, sir.”

And on and on until “Ten, sir.” “Do you think you need more?” I wasn’t sure what I should say, but as he rubbed my cunt I knew what I wanted to say. “Do YOU think I need more?”

He reached down to feel my pussy and then had to comment, “Well, you’re wet and ready to fuck, but if you need some added discipline I don’t mind giving it to you.”

I reached down between my sore legs and rubbed my even sorer pussy. Culver quickly pulled off his pants and began to quickly fuck me.

We ended up doing that exact same thing every other night or so. It just seemed to keep getting better. Except that most of the time he would just leave his pants off while he struck my ass, my breasts, my pussy and cunt repeatedly, until I ended up grabbing myself enjoying his attentions. Over and over and over and over and over and, well you get the idea.