I'm sitting at my workbench humming along with the song playing on the radio. My calloused hands trace the grains of the board sitting in front of me. The deep red oak wood is nothing shy of perfect. It is not heavy, not overly flexible, and this hardwood could last a lifetime. I smile as I reach for my well-used hand tools and continue humming with the radio.

When I finish my task, the sun sets, and my workshop smells of fresh sawdust. I run my hand along the length of my glorious creation, checking for any imperfections. It is perfect for the task ahead. I gently cover the creation in a cotton rag and head for the house.

You are standing in the hallway when I walk through the door. You give me an inquisitive look and question me about why I am smiling. I reply, “You will see later after dinner is done.” The gleam in my eyes makes your heart skip a beat and pulse race with thoughts of why I was smiling so devilishly.

As we eat and talk cheerfully about the news, weather, and tasks for the upcoming week, your curiosity about what I was up to has you half-heartedly following the conversation. You can see my fingertips tracing the wood grain of the table that I recently built you for your birthday. You wonder what I was doing in the workshop all afternoon and why there is a sparkle in my eyes. That sparkle is causing your whole body to tingle and stir, causing a hunger that dinner can’t extinguish.

After the meal is over, I help you clear the table. I graze against you every time I pass you in a way that could be accidental but isn’t. I am teasing you. I knew that as the minutes pass, you cannot think of anything, but what was that cotton rag cloaking on that table in the living room? I purposely sat it where you could see it throughout dinner.

“All right,” I say as I pull you close to me. My arms intertwine your warm body to the point that no one can tell where I end and you start. I gaze deeply into your eyes and ask, “Are you ready?”

You nod because you can feel your heart thumping in your throat and fear your voice will fail you. I smirk as I go to the little table to retrieve my masterpiece. I hand it to you to open; your hands tremble as you unwrap it. You gasp as the red oak wood of the paddle sparkles in the lamplight. My masterpiece is 20 inches long, from the smooth round handle to the curved top. Your mouth drops open when you read the word “slut” that I wood-burned into the center of the paddle. You smile and breathe heavily as you run your hands over the smooth wood paddle.

I let you admire the paddle for a few more seconds before I take it away and place it on table. I spin you around to face the kitchen table. I grab the back of your hair and force you to bend over your birthday gift. Your hands are flat on the table, and your face presses against the cool, hard surface. I reach down and lift up your little summer dress, running my big calloused hand up the back of your smooth, silky thighs until I reach the curves of your ass.

I faintly whisper, “Naughty girl” into your ear as I inquire about, “What happened to your panties?”

You reply, “I took them off before you came home because I wanted you to find me naked."

 I push your dress high up and tuck it in the neckline on the back of the dress. My hands and eyes roam and feel your body. They hone in on your ass; my hands slide across each ass cheek as if they were finely crafted pieces of wood furniture. I'm checking the sturdiness and craftsmanship before selling. I lean forward and softly kiss the small of your back. I see the goosebumps start to form as I stand back up. Immediately I slap your finely-shaped ass with my big, calloused hand. A gasp escapes your lips as your back stiffens and your muscles clench.

Without any further warning or time to recover, I slap your ass again and again. Your eyes begin to water, and your tears run down your cheeks. As I halt my slapping of your ass, the cool air soothes your red hand-welted ass. At that moment, you realize your face is not the only wet spot on your body.

I whisper seductively, “That is for not wearing your panties, and now here comes your punishment for being a slut.”

I lift you momentarily off the table to slide your dress over your head and off your body. I bend your naked body back over the cool wood table. I see you shiver, not from the table but the anticipation. I watch you glance at me as I walk towards your new paddle. I run my fingers across it once again, admiring its craftsmanship. I pick it up and return to running my hand across your ass, before I slide my hand between your silky smooth thighs. My fingertips graze your slit, feeling how wet your pussy is.

I gruffly whisper in your ear, “Nice girls pussies don’t get this sopping wet when being  punished.”

You devilishly say, “I’m sorry,” and moan into the table. “I’ve been so bad.” I swing the paddle hard and fast as it makes a swooshing sound moments before smacking your ass.

You moan in pleasure as I swing again, landing another hard blow. Your legs quiver from the combination of pain and pleasure. As I draw the paddle back, I see the welts forming on your now cherry-red ass. I bring the paddle back down harder than before, causing a thunderous cracking sound.

You scream out in pain and ecstasy, your hands leave the table, and your fingers find your breasts. You pinch your nipples between your fingertips, trying to match the painful sensation of the paddle striking your ass. I strike again as moans erupt from you, and your sweet juices start running down your inner thigh. You arch back, taunting me to hit you again. I land another deafening blow that echoes through the house. You shudder as the paddle mashes into your ass that sends ripples of orgasmic ecstasy through your body. Your sweet juices release, flooding your leg like a dam breaking. Your sweet nectar runs down your legs and starts pooling onto the hardwood floor.

I drop the paddle and slide my pants down, releasing my hard throbbing cock. I grab your hips and thrust hard in one quick motion like an arrow leaving a bow. My cock slides into touching every part of your swollen wet pussy. You lose all control as the force of your orgasm cascades through you.

I continue to thrust hard in and out of your pulsating pussy. Your pussy clenches down on my cock like a vice, causing my cum to explode stream after stream into your wet, wanting pussy. As my cock starts to soften, it slips out of soaking pussy. I watch as our juices dribble out of your red and swollen pussy.

You quickly drop to your knees and slide my half erect cock in your mouth to savor our combined cum. You lick and suck every inch of my cock. Trying to devour me like it is the first meal you had in weeks. I tilt my head back and moan in pure bliss. I pull you up as we engage in a long passionate embrace.