An autmn tale
September 23rd 2011
Escaping the advancing autumn is just the ticket and my apartment in
Nice does the job splendidly.
The rays of the sun are still warm here and the sparkling Med is a
view to die for, especially after a hard week in grey old London.
Yesterday I took up a poolside location, complete with lounger, a
glass of perfectly chilled French wine and a good book.
All was going swimmingly until the pool maintenance man arrived,
complete with cleaning equipment, nets and chemicals.
Damn didn’t I order this to be done next weekend when I wasn’t here?
Some flunky would pay for this incompetence.
In the meantime I told the pool man to do his work as quietly as
possible so as not to disturb my relaxation time.
He nodded his understanding. Normally I don’t like to see tradesmen
but this one was different. In his 20s he was muscled tanned and very
fit.
Dressed in a tight white t- shirt and smart shorts he had the air of a
man who knows his attractiveness, a slightly arrogant air of self-love
about him.
He set about his work and I caught up with my book, not really giving
him a second look.
But then I caught him. Blatantly giving me the eye in the most
salacious way. The audacity of it!
He looked away but his face betrayed his guilt as did the bulge in his shorts.
I called him over.
“Whats your name?” I asked.
“carl”
“well carl you seem under-occupied. Will you do me a favour?”
“I’ll try”
“take off your shorts and put on these.” I threw him a pair of
stockings that I had been wearing earlier.
“you must be joking miss?”
“I never joke about punishing perverts caught being voyeurs. Don’t try
and deny it carl. You were eyeing me up. I feel very upset. You
realise I am going to report you to your boss and because of my VIP
status, he will sack you?
“I’m sorry miss” he replied, his cockiness receding.
“that’s not good enough.”
“look please I’ll do what you say,” he replied, stripping off his
shorts and trunks to reveal an erection before starting to put on my
stockings.
Unused to the sheer material, I watched his ungainly efforts to put
them on, my smile growing wider with each fumble.
Eventually he was dressed and ready for my inspection. Picking up my
parasol, I walked over to him and ordered him to bend over.
He presented his arse for me without a murmur and I proceeded to let
him feel ten hard lashes with the parasol.
Despite his hunky exterior he yelped when he felt the full force from
my high swinging arm as it connected with his fleshy rump.
The last stroke made him drop to his knees where he remained, a
ridiculous figure in my stockings with a red arse and a red face. How
delightful!
But I wasn’t finished with him yet. I picked up my dogs bowl and
placed it on the floor in front of him. I then picked up a bottle of
water and ran the liquid down my foot, between my toes and into the
bowl.
When it was half full, I pushed the bowl under his nose.
“you must be thirsty in this heat carl, why don’t you have a drink. I insist.”
he began to drink and I dabbed my toes into the side of the bowl to
add a bit of taste to his tipple.
“good doggie” I said, satisfied that I had successfully taken the wind
out of his sails.
“right carl, I think we’re done don’t you?”
“yes miss” he replied dejectedly.
“off you go then.”
he got to his feet and could barely raise his head to look at me
although the one between his legs seemed to have no trouble.
And then my stockinged pool maintenance man made his exit, his tail
well and truly between his legs!