The Handyman (M/F story)

Julie couldn't quite believe her eyes as she made her way into the kitchen early that morning. She'd known that her parents were going to redecorate the bathroom, and that her father had hired a handyman or two to do most of the work. She'd been vaguely aware of all this, and at the back of her mind, she'd had a small hope that a couple of handsome, muscular guys would provide her with some eye candy. The reality, however, was far better than she could have imagined.

His name was Robert. He was over six feet tall, with short, brown hair, and deep, dark eyes. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans, and a sleeveless shirt that utterly failed to hide the muscles beneath. She became aware of a deep longing within her; she wanted him to take her over those muscled thighs, bare her bottom and give her a good spanking.

Julie had been into spanking for as long as she could remember, devouring old novels, films, and comic books for little hints of bottom-warmings. But until now, it had been a comforting idea, a delicious fantasy for her private moments. She'd never really longed to be over someone's knee before. But now, it was all she could think about. She wanted him to tame her, to fight in vain against his will and his strength. For the first time in her nineteen years, she'd found someone she wanted to spank her.

But what to do about it? Should she go out there and ask him nicely if he would take her over his knee? Of course not. That would have been far too embarrassing. Besides, you weren't supposed to TELL men that they should spank you. They should figure it out on their own.

A thought occurred to her. Hadn't something similar happened in one of her novels? She opened the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a couple of romance books she'd purchased online. She kept them locked away, to make sure no one found them when she wasn't there. She picked up the one she'd been thinking about: "The Handyman". She thumbed through it to remind herself of the plot. Young woman hires a handyman to redecorate a room in her house, but keeps being rude to him. In the end, he's had enough, and takes her over his knee to teach her a lesson. Afterwards, he takes her to bed.

She sat back on the bed. Would that work? If she was rude enough, would she get what she wanted? She shrugged. Why not? What could go wrong?

For the next day or so, she tried everything she could to be annoying. She played a couple old CDs as loud as she could, hoping that he disliked teen pop as much as the next twenty-something guy. He did, but he didn't seem to get too annoyed. Instead, he seemed to be mentally tuning it out. No glares, no lecturing, not even a little sigh that told her it was working. She pouted. This wasn't working too well.

Later, she sat at the kitchen table, loudly talking and giggling to her friends over the phone. She'd usually be in her room when having conversations like these, but she hoped it would annoy Robert. It did.

"Hey," he said after a while. "Julie, is it? Could you go somewhere else while I'm working?"

She shrugged. "What's wrong with sitting here?"

"I'm trying to work, and it's a bit distracting when you're speaking so loudly," he said politely, but there was a hint of an iron will in the voice that told her he didn't want to be tested. She didn't care.

"Well, it's my home. I can sit where I want, so tough!"

"Julie!" She spun around, to find her father glaring at her. "Don't be rude. You can go somewhere else if you want to chat."

"Yes, dad. Sorry," she said, blushing. Well, that backfired. She wanted Robert to lecture her, not her father. Getting a lecture from her father was considerably less awesome than getting it from a handsome young man with a body to die for. She would have to be more careful in the future, making sure her parents weren't around while she insulted Robert. She was grateful that whatever happened, she wouldn't be spanked by her father; they didn't believe in it, so she'd never been spanked.

She sat at the table, watching Robert work, trying to hide her smile. She loved watching other people work, especially when they were young, male, cute, and had a hint of sweat on their brow. She watched him bend over to pick something out of a box, and enjoyed watching his jeans tighten around his rear end. She sighed, wishing that HE was the one staring at HER rear end. Of course, he'd have to take her trousers down to get a better look... she licked her lips. The longing was getting stronger every day.

Julie was currently in college, but she was studying from home while she was preparing for her exams. This meant she had a lot of time to annoy Robert while her parents were at work and unlikely to catch her. But he didn't seem too bothered, and even if she hit a nerve, spanking didn't seem to be on his mind. She'd tried a pair of short, tight shorts, but his gaze never seemed to go to her seat like it was supposed to.

One day, she'd been at school to pick up a book from the library, and when she came home, Robert wasn't in the bathroom. His tools were there, so he couldn't be far off, but she couldn't see him anywhere. She headed to her bedroom, and let out a frightened little squeal when she saw where he was; he was sitting on her bed, thumbing through "The Handyman".

He heard her approach and looked up. "I was looking for where you hid my wrench when I spotted this lying on your bed." He closed the book, reading from the back. "'This young lady got more than she bargained for when she hired... THE HANDYMAN! A great tale of romance, spankings, and more.' How charming." He looked at her with a glare that made her want to run and hide. "Is this why you've acted like a brat for the past week? Because you want me to spank you?"

She stared at him, unable to say a word.

 He put the book down on the nightstand. "You want a spanking, do you?" He patted his lap. "Come here."

Julie stepped forward on shaking legs. This was it. This what she'd been dreaming of for the last week. Finally, her wish was going to be fulfilled. She slowly made her way forward, until she was close enough that he could reach forward, grab her arm, and pull her over his lap. "Time to pay for your behaviour, young lady."

'Young lady'. Hearing the words in that strict voice made her panties wet and her bottom quiver. This was it, she told herself. And Robert lifted his hand, bringing it down on the seat of her jeans. At that moment, Julie discovered something she'd been intellectually aware of, but hadn't truly realized: spankings hurt. She cried out, kicking her legs a little at the pain. A couple more smacks landed, and Julie discovered that this was nowhere near as fun as she had expected.  She tried to get up, to run away from that stinging hand, but Robert held her down.

"Oh no, you don't, girl," he said, wrapping his left arm around her waist. "You've asked for this, and now, you're going to get. It's far too late to back out now."

"But it hurts!" Julie whined.

"Oh, does it? I didn't realize. You have my deepest sympathy," Robert said, continuing his assault upon her bottom. "Spankings hurt. Who'd have guessed?"

Julie decided to take her punishment in silence, unmoving, to prove how tough she was. She could take it, she decided. Her resolve lasted for almost two seconds before she was crying and kicking again. "Ow! You bastard. Let me up!"

"Let me think about that. Hmmm. No," he said, grabbing her jeans. "In fact, I think we will take these down." Despite her struggling and protests, he pulled them down, then hesitated, before pulling them right off. Her panties soon followed, and she found herself bare from the waist down. He continued the spanking, and she cried out, stunned at how much more it stung without her clothes for protection.

She cried, she threatened, she begged, she screamed, she kicked, but nothing she did could stop that descending hand. Finally, after what felt like forever, he stopped the spanking, picking her up and sitting her down next to him on the bed. "So tell me, girl, was it as much fun as you expected?" Julie didn't answer, too busy crying, so he bent her under his arm. "I – ASKED – YOU – A – QUESTION – YOUNG – LADY!" he said, giving her already sore cheeks a smack at every word.

"Ouch! Ow! No, it wasn't! It hurt!"

"Good," he said, sitting her back down. "Now, that wasn't a fun spanking. That was a punishment spanking. Can you imagine WHY I wasn't gentle with you?" She shook her head, grimacing a little as she sat on her poor, abused cheeks.

"Here's why: you hoped I would spank you for your little misbehaviour. But think for a second. If I'd just taken you over my knee, what would your father have done? Huh? If I was lucky, he'd just fire me, but more likely, I would have been charged with assault."

"But..." Julie said through her tears.

"But what?" he said, glaring at her.

"I wouldn't have told him. I WON'T tell him," she said.

"But how was I expected to know that? I meet a lot of young brats in my line of work. If I thought every one that disrespected me wanted me to spank them, I'd spend most of my time in jail. I can't read your mind, Julie." He wiped the tears off her cheeks. "You need to communicate, and I know it's probably humiliating to say it, but what's the alternative?"

"Robert?"

"Yeah?"

"Once my butt is healed... will you give me a fun spanking?" she said with a quivering voice.

He kissed her cheek. "I will give you all the spankings you could possibly want, little girl. And that's a promise."