Lawn Service
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Lawn Service
I was living alone, cross dressing almost everyday and traveling quite a
bit. As a result, I hired a lawn service to cut my lawn. In the
beginning, I was happy with the results, however, as the summer moved
along I became very unhappy with what I thought was horrible work. Many
times I'd return home and wonder if my lawn had even been cut, however,
I always received a bill.
In late July, I arrived home after a trip just as my lawn service was
leaving. Great I thought, a fresh cut lawn to enjoy however, it didn't
look like they cut it. It was still long and I didn't see any mover
tracks. I entered my home and changed into a dress, slip, petticoat, bra
& panties and high heels. I became more and more upset and decided to
call my lawn service and issue a complaint. I got their answering
machine and left a rather heated message. I told them I was "very
unhappy and would not pay until I could drive in my driveway and see
that my lawn had been cut." I even stomped my foot down at one point
during the message. It felt really good, but I was a bit "female about
it" really throwing a fit.
About two hours later, my phone rang, it was the owner of my lawn
service and he was mad. He explained to me that I didn't understand how
a professional lawn service worked and that he expected to receive
payment for the work that had been done. I told him it didn't look like
any work had been done and that he should turn his blades on or perhaps
sharpen them, but I would not be paying until I could drive in my drive
way and "see" that the lawn had been cut.
He told me I was a rich snob, driving around in my little sports car,
thinking I was really something. "Yea, I saw you drive in your drive way
today as if you were really something, looking down at me cause I'm the
lawn guy, but I'll tell you something."
I stopped him by saying, "Look, I've told you how I feel and until I see
results, I'm not paying you." I then hung up the phone, he tried to call
back a few times, but I didn't answer.
A few day's later I had put on my favorite pink dress, white petticoat,
pink panties and bra, a white garter belt and suntan stockings, black
high heels and long dangling earrings and went for a drive. When I
arrived home, he was there. My lawn had been cut and he was waiting in
my drive way for me.
I had no choice but to met him as I was, wearing a dress.
He approached my car and I brought the window down. "May I help you?" I
asked.
"Yea, I want my money," he said rather sternly.
I opened my door and swung my legs out of the driver side, slowly
placing my high heels on the pavement. I stood up and smoothed out my
dress in the front and back with my right arm while grabbing my purse
with my left.
"Well, lets see what kind of a job you did on my lawn today and then we
can talk," I said looking around my front yard.
He stood there looking at me, from my high heels to the top of my head
with his mouth open. "You better close your mouth before a bug flies in
there," I said walking past him as if he really wasn't there.
I pretended to look at the yard and not liking what I was seeing.
"It doesn't look like you cut my lawn again," I said. "And I thought we
talked about this the other day. I'm not going to pay you until I see
some results," I said, a bit snotty.
"Are you kidding me?" he said smiling.
"No, I'm not going to pay you one red cent until you properly cut my
grass."
"What the hell is this, a joke?"
"No, it's not funny to me. You don't do very good work and I'm a very
unhappy customer," I said
"Are you really going to stand there dressed like that, telling me your
not going to pay me?" he said moving closer to me as if to threaten me.
"Why? Are you a tough guy?"
"I can be," he said.
"Yea I bet you can be and hitting a sissy like me is really going to
make you feel like a big man, isn't it?" I asked.
"Well, no," he said looking confused. "But I came here to get my money
or else."
"Or else what? Are you going to take it out of my hide?"
"Listen, just pay me my money and I'll leave you alone."
"Look, silly man, I'm not going to pay you for work you didn't do," I
said.
"You really are a piece of work," he said
"I don't like your tone mister and we don't have anything more to talk
about," I said.
"Agreed, so pay me my money."
"No," I said, stomping my foot down like a spoiled brat. "I'm not paying
you one red cent until I see some results."
"This is unreal, I'm standing here arguing with a guy wearing a dress
who owes my money. I'd like to punch you out, but that doesn't seem
right."
"So, leave then," I said.
"Look, I'm not leaving until I either get paid or we settle this some
other way."
"And I'm not going to pay you until I see some results."
"You want results, lady, fine. Let's look at your lawn, and I'll explain
to you how this works and then we'll see about results."
He called me lady and I liked that. He grabbed my left arm and took me
around my yard, explained that since I don't water it, it's really just
a field and it's hard to tell if it's been cut sometimes. He showed me
the lawn mower tracks and helped me see that indeed, he had been cutting
my lawn.
"OK, I can see your point, I guess you have been cutting my lawn," I
said like a naughty child.
"No, you thought you could act like a spoiled little brat, stomp your
feet and throw a fit to get out of paying me."
"No, it wasn't like that at all. I'll pay you, I just needed you to
explain it to me," I said.
"Well that's all fine, but NOW I need more to settle this matter."
"Please come into my house and I'll write you a check."
"That will be a good start," he said.
Still holding on to my left arm he marched me into my house.
"Since you want to dress and act like a naughty little girl, I'll treat
you that way." I opened my front door with my key and as I opened the
door, he swatted my behind with his left hand. It sent me jumping into
my entryway.
"I take great pride in my work and you hurt my feelings with your crap."
I thought about what he said and began to feel really bad about my
behavior. I put my head down and with my hands behind my back, covering
my bottom, swayed from right to left.
"I'm really very sorry for the way I behaved and for the things I said
to you."
"I have never had a customer treat me they way you did."
"I'm really sorry for being so naughty to you. Please sit down in this
chair and let me make it up to you," I said.
He sat in the chair. "I've been very naughty and I think I've earned a
sound spanking." As I was telling him this I placed myself across his
lap putting my self in the perfect position for a spanking. I bend one
leg up and put the other one strait out, thus placing my body totally in
his hands. "If you feel I deserve it, please feel free to give me a bare
bottom spanking," I said.
He wasted no time in thinking about it. He spanked with 25 times with
his hand on the center of my bottom. It felt like he was using a paddle,
but it was just his hand. I wished I hadn't given him the idea of a bare
bottom target, but that was next. He lifted up my skirt, petticoat and
slip and pulled my pink panties down to just below my bottom cheeks.
"You aren't going to be sitting down for a while young lady," he said.
He really laid into me with his large hands and anger toward me. He
spanked every inch of my backside and I was dancing over his lap the
whole time. I didn't cry, but I was close.
When he finished, he told me that was only the beginning and to go stand
in the corner. He told me to make sure to show off my freshly redden
bottom and to not rub it. I lifted up my dress and petticoat and left my
panties where he put them and went and stood in the corner.
How the situation had changed in the last few moments. I went from
thinking I was in the right to standing in a corner of my home with a
man who had just given me a bare bottom spanking. I was holding up my
dress to show off my bottom and felt wonderful. It was great and I
wanted him to tell me to suck his cock and then spank me again.
"Thank you for spanking me, I really deserved it, but my mouth got me
into this and I think perhaps my mouth could be used to help get me out
of it," I said. "What do you think?" I said.
There was no reply. I turned around to see that he was not in the room.
I started to look around for him only to find no trace of him. His truck
was still in the drive way so I knew he was still here. Suddenly there
was the sound of a swoosh and then a crack. My bare bottom had been
struck by a paddle and it hurt like hell; I was then upended, bend over
his leg and received several blows from the paddle on my back side.
"Who told you you could leave the corner?" he demanded.
"No one." Swat, the paddle landed again.
"Then why did you leave?"
"I was asking you something and you didn't answer so I went looking for
you."
Crack, swat, crack crack, swat, more of the paddle on my bottom. "Who
told you you could speak?
"No one," I said.
He sat down, placing me over his lap with ease, readjusting my dress and
petticoat, making sure my bottom was indeed bare and gave me a paddling
that had me crying like a very naughty girl.
I was then sent back to the corner and given the same instructions as
before with one addition, not to move until told to.
After a few moments, he came up behind me, grabbed my butt with his hand
and squeezed. He put his mouth to my ear and said, "So little sissy,
what did you ask me?"
"I wanted to tell you that since my mouth got me into this, perhaps it
could be used to get me out of it?"
"You want to suck my cock little girl?" he said.
"Yes sir, I do, very much," I said.
"Let me think about that a little while," he said.
"I might want you to suck more than just mine. I might want you to give
blow jobs to my entire crew."
To be continued...
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