I purchased an old farm house about 5 miles from town. it had originally been part of a 175 acre parcel used to raise chickens for their eggs. The previous owner had died and his children severed the house, one small barn, a few sheds, and the house with about 5 acres and sold it to me. the rest of the property, and the large commercial barn was sold to a neighbour who grows on the land.
Between the barn and the garage that is on my property was a building that had been used as bunk house for the farm hands. It cosisted of one large room with room for 8-10 single beds and a sitting area and a second room that was the wshroom/lockeroom/showers. When i purchased the property I had the intention of converting this space into a one bedroom apartment by making the showers into a normal siazed washroom and a small kitchen and the bunk room into a bedroom, and a living/dining room. i proceded to draw up the plans and started getting quotes from some carpenters.
I had rceived 5, and could only afford one the cheapest. He was an old (55) man who worked alone. He had a reputation of beeing good, but not fast, and I had heard some people say that he was not reaaly reliable. Aparently he would go off on binges some times.
I was depressed and din't know if I should give him a chance or wait and save more before I proceeded.
It was late on a Sunday evening, about 10:15 and I was getting ready to go to bed. there was a knock on the door and when I answered it it was a young man, he said "I understand that you are looking for a hnadyman carpenter to do some renevations". I said, "I was, but its a little late to discuss this, give me a call tomorrow at 5, and we can set up a time". He said that we would not be able to come back do do an estimate for some time if he didn't do it then.
I thought about it and initially had no intent to hire him, I mean he was so young how could he really be qualified. But, he was kind of cute so I let him in. I showed him the plans and brought him out to the bunk house. He looke dit over and said that he would quote on complete labour except electrical and plumbing and without materials. his quote was about 2/3 fo the next cheapest bid. I was very excited and then caught myself thinking about the if its too good to be true thing. I told him I would think aboutit an dlet him know.
He looked disappointed and started telling me his experience...he had worked in construction every summer since he was 14, he was now 22. He had done rpugh framing, drywall, windows, doors, some finish carpentry etc. He was almost pleading. I asked him what his conditions would be, he said he would need to be paid weekly for a an even portion that was complete. he expected it to take 8 weeks -as it was just him, and the he could pay me 1/16 each week with the final half after completion.
I started to be swayed, since his terms meant no upfront cash outlay, I could fire him anytime and I guess i let my _c_o_c_k_ think some for me too. After all he was hot, young and it was summer and a very hot and humid one at that. He would probably be workingin just a pair of cutoffs most days...the thougth of that was worht the risk....He was hired.
He was supposed to start the following day at 8:00 am, I was on holidays that day and could surpervise while he got started.
the next day he did not arrive until after 9:30, I was not impressed. He was sorry and had a what seeamed a good excuse. he went out and got started.
At the end of the first week I did a walk through, when he came to get paid. I was not impressed. At the rate he did this week it would take him 6 months tocomplete. We discussed it and said things would get better next week, and that by the end of then things woulf look more sustantial.
I paid him and he left for the weekend. I was veryconcerned. The next week I was out of town on business and was going to give him a key order al the supplies he needed for the week and et him go to it. I was having seconf thoughts, but didn't know what else to do.
I wen't the following Monday, I got back to the house about 8:30 on Sunday. I put my things away and went out to check on his progress.
I went in to the bunk and their was nothing done. But it was a huge mess in the shower room, their was clothes, beer bottles pizza boxes and other junk everywhere. I was fuming and went into the bunk roomas he was supposed to atleast be working in that area, putting up the partition walls, insulating etc. Again their was nothing done, but I looke dover in the corner and on top of one of the old bunks - he ws their..passed out drunk.
I couldn't wake him, so Igrabbed him by the shirt caller and dragged him into the shower, and turned on all 4 heads with strait cold water. He was startled and started to scream and tried to get out. I pushed him back, and collapsed in the corner.
I left him there and went investigating what had really been done. When I returned he was still in the shower but he had added som hot and had stripped off his jeans and t-shirt. He was just in his boxer briefs...it wsa quite the site, as mad as I was I was very excited...he was _f_u_c_k_ing gorgeous, about 5'10, thin, ripped abs, small waist and v-back a but to die for, short brown hair and as his soaking boxers not displayed a big _c_o_c_k_.
I said to him that he was finished and to get his things and get out. He started to plead. He came out of the shower and grabbed a towel. You don't understand, he pleaded about how he gor evicted that is why his stuff was all over, that his girlfriend dumped him and taht was why he was depressed and drinking and couldn't work...
Looking at him I couldn't help but wan;t to give him another chance...if I sent him packing I would get to look at the 55, 250 pound man that was the next cheapest bidder for the next few weeks. besides I thought...now I have leverage.
I went backt o him and discussed his offences, and whay I could n't trusthim to complete his work. He suggested that he acted immature and that he would do better. If he could just stay in the bunkhouse until it was done, that he would work 12 hour days 7 days a week until he was back on track and that I didn't have to pay him for two weeks.
I was convinced to let him saty but thought I might as well try...he is desperate i thought. I lead the conversation back to is immaturity and his acting like a child... i asked him how his parents used to deal with him when he acted as a spoiled bratt. He replied.. my Dad died when I was young, my mother smacked me on the but, a few times , but not anything that hurt.. she usually tried to ground me but I would just sneak out.
I let him get dressed alone and called him into the locker room. I said...I am willing to let you carry on with thi sproject...ther ewill be a number of restrictions.
12 hour days, 7 days a week no pay for 3 weeks 1/2 pay for the remainder of the weeks it takes to complete can live in my spare room till the project is over no friends no visitors do what i say, when I say it
He agreed readily. i told him to wait that I wasn't done. I told him that he would have to agree to a good spanking...both now and at my discretion for the remainder of his time on the projet if I felt he was not keeping his part of the bargain up.
He was shocked...But I'm too old, I've never been spanked, what do you mean by spanked...isn't their any other way...he was alsost crying.
I told him to shut up. This is not negotiable. I will give you 15 minutes to think about it. I won't get into details with you but expect the spankings to be long, painful and embarassing. I will be back in 15 minutes to know your answer. IF you wan't to leave have your stuff packed and out of here, if you are going to stay on my terms, be standing int he corner facing the wall.
I went into the house and could barely containf my excitement. I went into bath room and jerked a load. Got the Razor strop that I had bought at the garage sale some years befor ejust in case I ever had the oportunity to use it. I had cut the one piece off so it was now just a thick piece of leather about 4 inches wide with a handle...it was about 2 feet long.
I returned to the locker room hoping my handyman was still there. He was, he was in a corner facing it, he was now wearing a pair of black tear away pants a white t and a red ball cap.
I told him to turn around...and to come over to the bench in the middle of the room. he looked at the strap and was visibly afraid...you arent going to sapnck me with that are you...
Well in fact I am, bend ofver the bench.
He listened well and I proceeded to strap his ass. SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SAMCK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...I applied about twenty hard stripes. he was takingit well and not screaming but his eyes were red and there weer tears running down his cheaks.
I told him to stand up...
he started telling me that he really learned his lesson and that it would not be neccessary for me to use the strap again.
I told him that is good that he has already learned his lesson and that I hoped (wink,,,wink)I didn't have to resort to thi sagin, but thta he was not done. Take off your shirt and your pants.
He removed the shirt, slowly and continure d to whine that he didn't need any more, he stalle dwhen he went to drop his pants. i told him do it now, or I will do it for you...if I have to do it for you there will be a 10 strap penalty. he continued to whine, so grabbed his tear aways and tore the snsap up the side. and ripped them away. His bubble but and greatpackage was erfectly frame din the pair of grey boxer briefs he wa snow left in.
Bend over...he did reluctantly. SMACK...SMACK......10 penalty. SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK another 20 straps.
Stand up, take off your under wear
He did so without complaint...his but was bright crimson with some welts starting to form. His _c_o_c_k_ was growing, but not fully erect. the tears were still flowing down his cheeks and he said nothing. he bent over
SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...a final 20.
Grab your things and come back to the house, I led him through the dark yard and through the house...he was stil naked.
I showed him to his room...I wen't to mine.
Do you think my hnadyman can go on without getting the strap again? e-amil me your ideas, thought and suggestions...watch for part 2