I'd been working as a security guard for the woman at the old mansion for more than two months now. Some of my friends expected that I'd have tales of tackling cat burglars to the ground or exchanging gunfire with terrorists, but fortunately, real life was far less exciting. I spent most of my time patrolling the grounds or playing cards with the other guards. Today, I was guarding the boss' private beach. Some might have found the task boring, but as far as I was concerned, I was being paid to hang out at the beach. My job was to sit in the shade wearing sunglasses and read a book, and if anyone walked past the "Private beach" signs, I would make them leave. The only difference between work hours and off-work hours was that I didn't have a beer in my hand.
Most of the time, asking firmly, but politely, was enough. When people are told to leave the premises by an official-looking, muscular, six-foot-tall man, they usually comply. If they refused repeated requests to leave, I phoned the police and asked them to remove the trespassers. I wasn't permitted to use physical violence, but not all of the teenagers that came here knew that, so an angry glare as I stood up could make them flee – which was both fun and effective, for they rarely came back after that.
It was about an hour left before my lunch break when I heard footsteps, and looked up to see a young woman in a bikini and flip-flops approaching the beach. She was a petite woman with short-cropped red hair and a face full of freckles, and I'd say she'd was in her early twenties. I stood up, deciding to be gentle – young women walking alone were usually easier to scare off, and I wanted to make her leave, not traumatize her. "Excuse me, miss, but this is a private beach."
"I know," she said, smiling at me. She tried to walk past me, and I stopped her.
"That means you can't be here," I told her, still gently, but my tone was firmer.
"Oh, those signs aren't for me, silly!" she giggled.
I frowned. This clearly wasn't Audrey, the woman I was working for – I knew how she looked and wasn't stupid enough to make that mistake. She also lived alone, with no partner or children. Could this young woman be working at the mansion? But I had never seen her before, and besides, none of the employees came here unless their boss was here.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave," I told her in my stern security guard voice.
To my surprise, her only response was to roll her eyes, and she placed her towel down on the beach. "You can ask me whatever you like, but I'm going to stay right here and work on my tan." She smirked. "If you start being nicer, I'll let you help me with the sun lotion."
I glared at her. "A tan? I'll put you across my lap and tan your hide if you don't clear off!" Now, like I said, I wasn't allowed to use violence, nor was I allowed to make threats, but the girl's rudeness was getting on my nerves, and I wasn't thinking straight.
She'd been looking into her purse for something, but at my words, her head whipped round, and she stared wide-eyed at me. It was clear my threat had made an impression on her. I expected her to apologize and leave immediately. After a few seconds, however, she shook her head and looked at me dismissively. "An empty threat. You look too soft – I don't think you have it in you.""You'd be surprised," I said, taking a step forward. "Are you going to leave?"
"Of course not," she scoffed, placing her hands on her hips and giving me a defiant glare. "What, just because you make some silly little comment about spanking me? Barking guard dogs don't scare me."
I came closer. I was more than a foot taller than her, and had quite a few pounds of muscle. "Last chance."
She rolled her eyes again. "Oh, please! Spank me? You wouldn't dare!"
She gasped as I grabbed her upper arm, dragging her towards my chair. She made no effort to resist as I sat down and tumbled her over my lap – probably stunned by surprise, I decided. I delivered a dozen sharp smacks to the seat of her bikini briefs. "Are you going to leave?" I repeated.
She giggled. "Just what I thought – too soft! My grandmother could spank harder than you!"
I raised an eyebrow at her audacity. I had hoped to frighten her off with a few slaps, but it was clear I needed more. I gave her some harder spanks, watching her cheeks flatten as my hand struck. She had quite a nice-looking rear end, I noticed. It was clear she worked out.
After a minute or so, I rested my hand on her bottom. "Will you leave the beach?"
"I thought you'd said you'd tan my hide," she sniffed dismissively. "Not give me a massage. Was this just an excuse to grope my bottom?"
I spanked harder and faster, my hand slamming down on her soft cheeks. It did not take long for the first squeals to escape her lips. Continuing to spank her, I asked "And how is that?"
"Ouch! That stings," she admitted, squirming over my lap.
I smiled. "Are you going to leave?"
To my surprise, she laughed. "Oh honey, it's going to take a lot more than that before I start listening to you."
I continued to thrash her insolent backside, my hand moving from cheek to cheek. Before long, her pale cheeks had taken on a pink hue, and I was moving on towards red. She'd begun to kick her legs and yelp with every smack, and her flipflops had fallen onto the sand.
At this point, my hand was beginning to sting. The girl was tougher than I had anticipated. She must have noticed me slowing down, because she laughed. "Getting tired already?" There were tears in her eyes, but also a smile on her face.
Eyeing her bikini briefs, and the flipflops lying on the sand, I made two decisions that would hopefully change her tune. First of all, I picked up one of the flipflops, tapping it against my palm. Yes, this would do nicely. Secondly, I grabbed her bikini briefs, starting to slide them down.
"Hey!" she protested, eyes wide, but before she could resist, her bikini briefs were down around her ankles. She blushed, squeezing her legs together to hide her sex from my view, but all thoughts of modesty seemed to escape her as the flipflop landed on her bare bottom. The rubber smacked down on her soft, red skin, and she howled.
Before long, the young woman was bucking and bouncing on my lap, tears running down her face as she yelped. It was clear that the implement had more of an effect than my hand. Her bottom was now bright red and looked quite sore, and her exclamations of woe reinforced that impression. I had a feeling she would watch her mouth in the future.
I grinned as I watched her kick her legs, and before long, I saw her bikini briefs fly across the sand. She'd certainly changed her tune. "Please! Ow, that hurts!" she cried.
"Are you going to do as I say, young lady?" I asked as I continued to spank her.
"Yes! Yes, sir, I'll do whatever you want! Please, no more!"
Deciding that she sounded sufficiently sorry, I stopped the spanking. She spent a minute or so lying limply across my lap, before summoning the strength to stand up. She jumped from foot to foot as she tried to rub the sting away, all thoughts of modesty long gone.
After a while, she turned to face me. "I apologize for being cheeky, sir," she said, still rubbing her bottom.
I smiled. "Now, are you going to leave the beach?"
"No, sir," she said quietly.
I raised an eyebrow. The woman was still defying me? I picked up the flipflop again, and I could see her eyes widen as she took a step back.
That was when my cell phone rang.
I glanced at the display. It was Robert, the head of security. Deciding that this was probably important, I answered the call. "Hello, Robert. What's up?"
"Have you seen Milly anywhere?"
"Milly?" I asked, not comprehending.
"The boss' half-sister? There was a memo last week about her coming to stay, remember?"
I glanced at the young woman standing before, a dreadful suspicion dawning on me. "Petite redhead, about twenty years old?"
"That's her. She's at the beach? Her sister wants to know if she'll join her for lunch."
"Um. I have to call you back," I told her before hanging up. What the hell should I do now?
Drying her tears, the woman grinned. "Penny finally dropped, I assume?"
I stared at her. Not only had I used violence on the job, which was a big no-no – I had assaulted the boss' younger sister. My chances of having a job tomorrow looked slim. "I'm so sorry!"
She continued to grin at me. "Really? I'm not. I haven't had a spanking like that since… I don't even know!"
"If I had known who you were –"
"You wouldn't have spanked me? Well, obviously! That's why I didn't tell you!"
I stared at her, and some things began to make more sense.
Noticing my expression, Milly giggled. "What? Did you not realize that I wanted you to spank me? I thought I was being too obvious!" She stepped closer, gently touching my face. "You don't have a lot of experience with women, do you? We'll have to fix that." Her grin widened. "I'd like you to help me with the sun lotion now – and perhaps you can soothe that persistent itch I seem to be experiencing between the legs…"
Needless to say, neither of us made it to lunch. We were fine with that.
Most of the time, asking firmly, but politely, was enough. When people are told to leave the premises by an official-looking, muscular, six-foot-tall man, they usually comply. If they refused repeated requests to leave, I phoned the police and asked them to remove the trespassers. I wasn't permitted to use physical violence, but not all of the teenagers that came here knew that, so an angry glare as I stood up could make them flee – which was both fun and effective, for they rarely came back after that.
It was about an hour left before my lunch break when I heard footsteps, and looked up to see a young woman in a bikini and flip-flops approaching the beach. She was a petite woman with short-cropped red hair and a face full of freckles, and I'd say she'd was in her early twenties. I stood up, deciding to be gentle – young women walking alone were usually easier to scare off, and I wanted to make her leave, not traumatize her. "Excuse me, miss, but this is a private beach."
"I know," she said, smiling at me. She tried to walk past me, and I stopped her.
"That means you can't be here," I told her, still gently, but my tone was firmer.
"Oh, those signs aren't for me, silly!" she giggled.
I frowned. This clearly wasn't Audrey, the woman I was working for – I knew how she looked and wasn't stupid enough to make that mistake. She also lived alone, with no partner or children. Could this young woman be working at the mansion? But I had never seen her before, and besides, none of the employees came here unless their boss was here.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave," I told her in my stern security guard voice.
To my surprise, her only response was to roll her eyes, and she placed her towel down on the beach. "You can ask me whatever you like, but I'm going to stay right here and work on my tan." She smirked. "If you start being nicer, I'll let you help me with the sun lotion."
I glared at her. "A tan? I'll put you across my lap and tan your hide if you don't clear off!" Now, like I said, I wasn't allowed to use violence, nor was I allowed to make threats, but the girl's rudeness was getting on my nerves, and I wasn't thinking straight.
She'd been looking into her purse for something, but at my words, her head whipped round, and she stared wide-eyed at me. It was clear my threat had made an impression on her. I expected her to apologize and leave immediately. After a few seconds, however, she shook her head and looked at me dismissively. "An empty threat. You look too soft – I don't think you have it in you.""You'd be surprised," I said, taking a step forward. "Are you going to leave?"
"Of course not," she scoffed, placing her hands on her hips and giving me a defiant glare. "What, just because you make some silly little comment about spanking me? Barking guard dogs don't scare me."
I came closer. I was more than a foot taller than her, and had quite a few pounds of muscle. "Last chance."
She rolled her eyes again. "Oh, please! Spank me? You wouldn't dare!"
She gasped as I grabbed her upper arm, dragging her towards my chair. She made no effort to resist as I sat down and tumbled her over my lap – probably stunned by surprise, I decided. I delivered a dozen sharp smacks to the seat of her bikini briefs. "Are you going to leave?" I repeated.
She giggled. "Just what I thought – too soft! My grandmother could spank harder than you!"
I raised an eyebrow at her audacity. I had hoped to frighten her off with a few slaps, but it was clear I needed more. I gave her some harder spanks, watching her cheeks flatten as my hand struck. She had quite a nice-looking rear end, I noticed. It was clear she worked out.
After a minute or so, I rested my hand on her bottom. "Will you leave the beach?"
"I thought you'd said you'd tan my hide," she sniffed dismissively. "Not give me a massage. Was this just an excuse to grope my bottom?"
I spanked harder and faster, my hand slamming down on her soft cheeks. It did not take long for the first squeals to escape her lips. Continuing to spank her, I asked "And how is that?"
"Ouch! That stings," she admitted, squirming over my lap.
I smiled. "Are you going to leave?"
To my surprise, she laughed. "Oh honey, it's going to take a lot more than that before I start listening to you."
I continued to thrash her insolent backside, my hand moving from cheek to cheek. Before long, her pale cheeks had taken on a pink hue, and I was moving on towards red. She'd begun to kick her legs and yelp with every smack, and her flipflops had fallen onto the sand.
At this point, my hand was beginning to sting. The girl was tougher than I had anticipated. She must have noticed me slowing down, because she laughed. "Getting tired already?" There were tears in her eyes, but also a smile on her face.
Eyeing her bikini briefs, and the flipflops lying on the sand, I made two decisions that would hopefully change her tune. First of all, I picked up one of the flipflops, tapping it against my palm. Yes, this would do nicely. Secondly, I grabbed her bikini briefs, starting to slide them down.
"Hey!" she protested, eyes wide, but before she could resist, her bikini briefs were down around her ankles. She blushed, squeezing her legs together to hide her sex from my view, but all thoughts of modesty seemed to escape her as the flipflop landed on her bare bottom. The rubber smacked down on her soft, red skin, and she howled.
Before long, the young woman was bucking and bouncing on my lap, tears running down her face as she yelped. It was clear that the implement had more of an effect than my hand. Her bottom was now bright red and looked quite sore, and her exclamations of woe reinforced that impression. I had a feeling she would watch her mouth in the future.
I grinned as I watched her kick her legs, and before long, I saw her bikini briefs fly across the sand. She'd certainly changed her tune. "Please! Ow, that hurts!" she cried.
"Are you going to do as I say, young lady?" I asked as I continued to spank her.
"Yes! Yes, sir, I'll do whatever you want! Please, no more!"
Deciding that she sounded sufficiently sorry, I stopped the spanking. She spent a minute or so lying limply across my lap, before summoning the strength to stand up. She jumped from foot to foot as she tried to rub the sting away, all thoughts of modesty long gone.
After a while, she turned to face me. "I apologize for being cheeky, sir," she said, still rubbing her bottom.
I smiled. "Now, are you going to leave the beach?"
"No, sir," she said quietly.
I raised an eyebrow. The woman was still defying me? I picked up the flipflop again, and I could see her eyes widen as she took a step back.
That was when my cell phone rang.
I glanced at the display. It was Robert, the head of security. Deciding that this was probably important, I answered the call. "Hello, Robert. What's up?"
"Have you seen Milly anywhere?"
"Milly?" I asked, not comprehending.
"The boss' half-sister? There was a memo last week about her coming to stay, remember?"
I glanced at the young woman standing before, a dreadful suspicion dawning on me. "Petite redhead, about twenty years old?"
"That's her. She's at the beach? Her sister wants to know if she'll join her for lunch."
"Um. I have to call you back," I told her before hanging up. What the hell should I do now?
Drying her tears, the woman grinned. "Penny finally dropped, I assume?"
I stared at her. Not only had I used violence on the job, which was a big no-no – I had assaulted the boss' younger sister. My chances of having a job tomorrow looked slim. "I'm so sorry!"
She continued to grin at me. "Really? I'm not. I haven't had a spanking like that since… I don't even know!"
"If I had known who you were –"
"You wouldn't have spanked me? Well, obviously! That's why I didn't tell you!"
I stared at her, and some things began to make more sense.
Noticing my expression, Milly giggled. "What? Did you not realize that I wanted you to spank me? I thought I was being too obvious!" She stepped closer, gently touching my face. "You don't have a lot of experience with women, do you? We'll have to fix that." Her grin widened. "I'd like you to help me with the sun lotion now – and perhaps you can soothe that persistent itch I seem to be experiencing between the legs…"
Needless to say, neither of us made it to lunch. We were fine with that.
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