She emerged from the pool, water running off her body as she retreated into the poolhouse with a backward glance indicating he was to follow her.
When he entered the poolhouse, she was waiting for him, leaning against one wall, an object mysteriouly hidden behind her back.
"What a miserable, disrespectful little brat you are," she spat at him.
"Ma'am?" he quiered, clearly bewildered as to how he had offended.
"You are well paid to come to my home to clean my pool, and you think that gives you permission to use me for your own sick gratification?" she accused.
He simply stared at her, dumbfounded.
"WELL, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" she screamed at him, the high notes of her voice echoing off the walls of the small shelter.
"Ma'am, I thought, but you..." he stammered.
"Shut up, I've heard enough. Get over here and face the wall, brat," she demanded.
He approached her haltingly until he stood in front of her, searching her face for clues as to what he was to do next.
"Are you DEAF, boy? I said face the wall," she shouted as she shoved him into the wall behind her.
"And just for the record, if you raise your eyes to me again, I'll slice your fucking balls off, dear," she hissed into his ear.
She felt his body stiffen at those words as she took each white buttock in her hands and squeezed, her nails digging into the soft flesh where his legs met his ass.
SMACK, came her first blow to his ass as he jumped with surprise.
SMACK, SLAP, SMACK as she continued her discipline, and his sweet, round ass began to grow pink.
"A boy like you needs to learn his place in my house," she instructed as she rubbed the cool, smoothness of her leather paddle against his ass.
He snapped his head around in pursuit of a fearful glance at what she held in her hand.
She slammed his head against the wall, his cheek pressed painfully against the rough concrete, as she hissed, "Do that again, and I promise, you'll wish you hadn't, dear."
THWACK went the first strike of the paddle against his pliable flesh. She heard him exhale with the pain, but his stance remained frozen in place.
THWACK, BLAM, SLAP as the poolhouse was filled with the sounds of the poolboy's discipline. His breath was coming in labored gasps, a sheen of sweat covered his body, but still he remained obediently in place before her.
"That's a good boy," she cooed as she gently rubbed his burning ass. She got down on her knees behind him to apply her tongue to his welts. He moaned with relief as her tongue roamed freely over his ass, soothing in it's soft wetness.
She stood behind him again, took his cock in her hand and began to stroke.
"Mmmmm, do you like this, dear?" she whispered.
"Yes, ma'am," he moaned.
"How about this?" she queried as she brought the paddle down on his ass again.
"Yes, ma'am," he grunted.
She stroked his cock and paddled his ass until he was throbbing in her hand, clearly close to another orgasm.
"Would you like to fuck my pussy, brat?"
"Yes, ma'am. I very much would," he replied.
She bent over a chaise lounge on her hands and knees, pulled her bikini to the side and waved her wet pussy invitingly at him...