As I grew into adolescence I acted out my fantasies more dramatically, by beating my buttocks with switches, coat hangers, canes from the garden and any number of my own belts.

         I think my fantasies took this form because my mother was very moral and straight-laced and critical of other folk in general and her children in particular.

         That’s just a theory though.  I’ve never been to a shrink or had therapy or been hypnotized or anything like that. But to be frank I don’t want to be ‘cured’ of my sexual preferences because I enjoy worshipping women of a certain type.

         My real preference has always been for a mature woman rather than a young girl.  I’m most partial to middle aged women, full breasted, with voluptuous bodies and strong looking arms—all the better to beat me with!  I have something of a foot fetish and love to look at a mature woman wearing open toed shoes or sandals and checking out the colour of her nail varnish. I love the idea of groveling and kissing the feet of these women or polishing their boots with my tongue.                                                                                

Again, if I speak honestly I’m obsessed with ladies of this type—if there is a type.

         Eventually I met the lady of my dreams.

          By this time I was working as a self-employed jobbing gardener and was phoned by a woman with a brisk manner who wanted to know my availability and charges. It wasn’t a straightforward job and I had to think about it carefully.  If I took it, on I would be hired to work on a trailer park, basically keeping the grass cut and the flower beds weeded.                                                                                                

         Before I made my decision, the boss, Liza, suggested I visit the web site and take a virtual walk round the park.

         I promised to ring Liza back in fifteen minutes.

         ‘Fifteen minutes exactly or I go elsewhere,’ she said. ‘I’m a very busy woman.’

         On viewing the website, I was very impressed by what I saw, and told her I was definitely interested, although I was a one man outfit with limited capacity.

         I arrived in my beat up old jeep with some of my gear in my trailer and looked for the lodge I’d been directed to by Liza.  Although made of timber it was quite substantial and far from being a shack.

         I found the office and tapped on the glass door that bore the legend ‘Liza Harper’.

         Zap!  When I saw Ms Harper I just gasped.  I struggled to stop my eyes from popping and my jaw dropping but I bet she noticed my reaction.

         My ideal woman!

         Liza came from behind her desk and I saw her in her full glory.

         She was blonde with beautiful hazel eyes, a mature figure with large bosom pushing at her shirt.  Her expression was friendly but there was a sardonic smile playing on her lips. She took my measure with a slightly superior look—the kind that causes those flickers of feelings you get in your cock.

         Liza was wearing a red checked shirt with four buttons unfastened and a crisp white t-shirt underneath.  She looked a bit country and western because she was also wearing boots and had her hair tied up in a sort of pony tail.  The t-shirt was frustrating because it cut off my view of her cleavage but her shirt sure had a healthy bulge. (removed “to it”)  Her cowboy boots were finely fashioned and she noticed me admiring them.

         ‘You like my boots, huh?’ she asked.

         ‘Oh, sure!’ I replied, then I realized I sounded a bit too enthusiastic.

         Liza pulled up a chair and placed a foot on it.

         ‘Take a sniff.  It’s beautiful leather.’

         I bent down and did as she told me.

         She was right.  It smelt beautiful.

         ‘Kiss it while you’re down there,’ she said.

         Before I knew it, I was doing just what she ordered.

         Then, suddenly, Liza grabbed my arm and felt my bicep. ‘So Richard.  You seem a strong guy.’

         ‘Thank you, ma’am.’

         ‘A few ground rules,’ she said.

         ‘Sure, ma’am,’ I said.  I wanted to sound very co-operative and eager to please.  Gawd! I was eager to please this goddess, believe me!

         ‘My ways may seem a little unusual.  Different from what you’re used to.  I run a tight ship.’

         ‘Yes, ma’am.’

         ‘I’ll inspect your work regularly and if I’m satisfied, everything will be fine.  If I think you’ve been slacking I’ll punish you.’

         ‘Punish me?  You mean dock my wages?’

         ‘No, I’ll give your ass a good whipping.’

         I swallowed hard.  ‘Are you serious, ma’am?’

         ‘That’s the deal. But don’t fret, boy, it may never happen. You said you’re a strong guy and you don’t look work shy.’

         I lifted down my gas mower and my edge trimmer and wheeled the machine to the part of the site where she’d told me to start.

         The early morning mist had lifted and it was getting hot and humid so I stripped to my shorts, which are what I usually wear in good weather.  With living the outdoor life I have a deep tan and although I’m no spring chicken I’ve managed to avoid middle-aged spread and my hard physical work keeps me reasonably toned.

         As I got started I saw a few women setting up their deckchairs for a day’s sunbathing, some wearing very skimpy bikinis.

         As I worked I was very aware that two of the women were watching me intently and then one bikini clad babe came in my direction.

         ‘You’re a big improvement on the last guy,’ she said, primping blatantly.  ‘Fancy a cool beer?  You must be parched.  Look at the sweat on you.’   She ran her fingernails over my chest where the hairs were wet and matted.

         I looked around for any sign of Liza before agreeing to join them.  When I got to their chairs the other lady was topless.

         ‘I’m Maisie,’ said the one who’d fetched me.  ‘And this is Andrea?’

         ‘Hi, I’m Richard.’

         ‘So you’ve met Liza?’ asked Maisie.  This question caused both girls to giggle.  Then Liza appeared from round the corner.

         My first response was to take in just how gorgeous she looked.

         She’d changed into a bikini-style top that left little to my imagination, crisp white shorts, large shades, and a perky little cap through which her ponytail was threaded.  Her bare legs were tanned and her feet were bare, and she was wearing this deep purple nail polish – and then I noticed she was carrying a cane.

         ‘I thought you said you worked hard,’ she admonished sounding very fierce.

         ‘I was just accepting a cool drink from these two ladies, ma’am.  I’ll get back to it immediately.’

         ‘You’ll step right into this trailer.’

         Liza pushed me up the steps with the two other women right behind.

         ‘Take your shorts down asshole,’ Liza ordered swishing her cane.

         I removed them at top speed.

         ‘Get on the carpet and stick your ass in the air.  Roll yourself into a ball and make sure your cheeks are nice and tight for me.’  As soon as I was in position, Liza placed her foot on the back of my head and ground my nose into the carpet. It happened so quickly I didn’t have time to take pleasure in the realization of my life-long yearning to be treated exactly in this way.

         I was actually going to be caned on the bare ass by this apotheosis of womanhood.  Liza!  Oh, Liza!

         Thwack!

         The first stroke of her cane took my breath away and brought me back to reality in a second.  How could any woman – even the personification of my dreams – cane so hard?

         Her first stroke hit me high up at the base of my spine.

         There were seconds of silence before I screamed like an animal caught in a trap.  ‘Yeow! No, please. Don’t hit me again!’

         Almost before I caught my breath she gave me another across the fleshiest part of my butt and I bucked so violently that Maisie had to put her foot on the back of my neck to steady me.

         ‘Count the strokes,’ Liza ordered.

         I counted twenty before she rested.

         My entire ass was hot and suffused with pain and I became aware of that thin dividing line between pain and pleasure.  There was certainly feeling in my genitals and I knew my cock was stiff.

         Gawd!  I was going to have these three ladies stare at my cock when I stood up again.

         I am not particularly well hung and was nicknamed ‘little dick’ at school.  When I used a tape measure again recently I found I was four and a half inches when soft and only six inches when hard, despite being a tall, well built man.

         Before I stood up I ventured a furtive stroke of my ass and found raised welts criss crossing all parts of both cheeks.  I couldn’t see them but surmised they would be purple where the tram lines crossed each other.

         ‘I don’t see why he needs these,’ suggested Maisie, holding up my shorts as if they were soiled.

         ‘Nor do I,’ agreed Liza.  ‘I can’t think of any woman on the site now who would object; on the contrary.’  So that was it!  Liza only hired out the trailers to women.

         ‘I’m going to attach a little bell to his dick,’ Liza added.

         ‘Just like tagging him,’ said Maisie in delight. 

         ‘And I’m going to tie up his little cock and keep the end of his string with me.’

         ‘How does that go?’ asked Andrea much amused.

         ‘I just wrap string around and around his package and tie a knot each time.  It has to be very tight. Keep wrapping it around which raises his cock higher, with the last knot tied just under the head of his prick.

         ‘How about we have Richard gives us a round before we put him back to work?’

         This suggestion came from Andrea.

         To my amazement the three of them removed shorts, panties, and  bikini bottoms and sat bare assed on the cushioned bench seat in the lounge area of the trailer, raising their knees and opening their thighs to reveal their pussies.  Maisie had a thick dark bush, Liza sported a Brazilian and Andrea was completely depilated. 

         It was my task to shuffle along on my knees and pleasure them with my tongue.  Performing in this way soon made my cock stiff but I was not allowed to alleviate my horniness.  I licked out one and then another, returning to the first like the circus act involving keeping all the cups spinning  at once. 

         The sexy trio were greedy bunch. If one felt neglected she yelled for me, and then another would complain she wasn’t getting her share.   

         I was pretty exhausted when they turned me out of the trailer and resumed work, not to mention very conscious of being naked as the women passed me, mostly smiling in a patronizing kind of way.  I took it they were amused by the size of my cock.

         The following day when I reported for duty, Liza had all the things she’d promised, the kind of bell on a collar that cats wear but for my cock, and she bound up my little dick.