Always Put the Yard Tools Away (2007)

Always Put the Yard Tools Away

I was busy preparing to put up our Christmas decorations on the front bushes and awnings of the house. Prior to adding the lights, and before my husband came out to help I set about pulling out all the dead or almost dead summer flowers from around the front bushes. I threw the dead rooted plants onto the grass.

“Hun, you want some help?” Thomas’ voice surprised me from within the garage.

“Sure. You want to give me a leaf bag and I will throw these plants in there.” I responded.

Thomas came around with the large brown leaf bag and began throwing the plants in.

“I am going to get the rake. One sec.” Thomas said.

My heart lept to my throat. “It’s okay. I can just use my hands.” Before I could finish the statement Thomas had walked back around the corner into the garage.

“Hun,” he shouted. “Where is the rake?”

“Uh, I don’t know. It’s not there?”

“No and neither is the pointed shovel or the clippers.”

I busily went back to pulling plants and raking the dead leaves from around the bushes in the front yard with my fingers, trying to get it done before he came back out.

“Don’t worry about it T. I got it. I am almost done.”

“Do you think the lawn guys took them?”

“Uh, no.” I shakily responded.

Thomas picked up the bag and held it open. As I dropped the last of the dead plants into the bag my eyes caught his gaze, and it was not a happy look.

“Tara Marie, where are the yard tools?”

“I uh, think I might have had them over at Wendy’s new house this summer when we were cleaning her back yard.”

“And it is now November…. Why have they not been returned?” Thomas questioned, voice getting deeper and slower.

I knew I was caught, might as well just come clean. “We uh, used them on her yard right after she bought the house and I guess I never took them back home.”

“You GUESS? Are they in her garage?”

“Well, no. I might have left them sitting out against the shed and then I realized it they were completely rusted, so we threw them out last month. I meant to buy new ones.”

“Tara, this happens all the TIME! This is why I hesitate to buy nice things.” His voice started to get louder.

“Thomas, shhhh… the neighbors.” I warned, as I felt the butterflies bouncing in my stomach, knowing I was in deep trouble, as I had a habit of not taking care of things and allowing them to become broken or lost.  My butt was about to get blistered.

Thomas glared at me and then picked up the leaf bag and walked it to the end of the driveway for garbage pick up. He then returned to where I was by the bushes testing lights in the outdoor outlet. He whispered in my ear, “Upstairs now. Leave your jeans on to start.”

To start….. Daring not answer back I headed through the garage, removed my muddy boots and walked upstairs, crawling on to the bed, kneeling and putting my cheek to the bedspread. He had not specified the position, but I knew him well enough to have a very good guess as to what I was about to receive.

I listened, trying to ascertain exactly where he was in the house. My mind raced… what was I getting… probably the big paddle, which is the usual implement when I am told to leave my jeans on…

I heard his heavy steps on the stairs. Then, he was in the bedroom. In his hands he held three of the long, green, bamboo-like stakes that I use to hold up flowers in the summer. They were the tall ones, probably four feet tall or so, very much like a cane, but more brittle.

Thomas took one of the green canes and swished it through the air. “I found these in the garage in your garden cabinet. I think they will do a wonderful job of reminding you to take care of our tools. Don’t you?”

“Yes Sir.” I squeaked.

Thomas placed the cane against my jean clad bottom. I cringed, bracing, thrilled I still had my jeans on.

“Oh, no, these will wait for your bare naughty bottom.  I just wanted to see how they felt.  I think we will start with the heavy wooden paddle.”

My heart sank.

Thomas walked to the closet and retrieved the heavy holed frat paddle that I dread so much.  "Raise your bottom Tara Marie.  Hold position and you will only get six."

I raised my bottom, knowing more would not be wanted given what I still had to come.

WHACK  The first strike landed perfectly across my tender sit spot, shooting shocking pain straight through me. 

WHACK WHACK  WHACK I managed to hold position, but the pain was pounding into my skull. 

WHACK.  

"Please T, It hurts so bad!"

"Hold still young lady.  You are going to learn to take care of your toys."

"Bare your bottom for the last one naughty girl."

My heart sank, he was set on blistering me.  I went up on my knees and lowered my jeans and panties, gauging how severe the paddle was to my bottom.  It was definitely burning now.

He lightly tapped the heavy wooden paddle against my upturned bottom.  I knew it was going to burn like hell.  I held my breath.  He pulled back and WHAP the wood connected with my naked bottom, flooding me with pain.  I held position, knowing I had a long way to go.

His large hand felt my hot bottom and tapped me gently.  "Keep this bottom up young lady.  What happens to naughty girls that do not put their tools away?

"I get spanked Sir."

"That is right."  He picked up the green cane and held it against my blazing sit spots.  Then, without warning, his hand went back and SWISH the first strike hit with good force. The sting from the switch was immediate and rushed through me as it connected with the center of my bottom. He waited a few seconds for the sting to set in and he then pulled back for a second strike. He proceeded to switch me from the top of my thighs to the top of my bottom. When he had finished ten strikes my backside was pretty well lit up and I had tears flowing softly. He did not hit that hard, as the cane did not break, but he hit hard enough for me to definitely feel it with great intensity.

“Have I made myself clear?” Thomas asked, setting the cane against the dresser.

“Yes Sir.” I responded, still holding position.

“Hmmmm.... I think we need to discuss this a little more. Get your hairbrush.” Thomas stated as he pulled the chair from beside the dresser to the space by the bed.

I stood and completely removed my jeans and panties, eyeing my dark red, striped bottom in the mirror as I retrieved the hair brush from the night stand and walked to the chair. I stood before him, scared, but also thankful for the spanking regiment as well. The fact that he spanks me when he knows I need it, no matter how much it hurts, always makes me secure and calm inside. I could tell he was not furious, just determined to get a point across.

Thomas took the brush from me and patted his lap. I climbed over, placing my hands flat on the carpet. He positioned me to his liking and then gently tapped my bottom, tracing a few of the marks from the switch lightly with is fingers. My heart was pounding in my bottom and I held my breath, waiting for him to start.

Without a word he started spanking me lightly with is hand and then harder and harder, keeping a steady pace. He paused and then reached down for the brush, causing my heart to race even more, but I knew not to talk. His left hand held my waist tightly and he held rubbed the cool wood against my bottom.

I braced for the brush, knowing that it was almost over, but that this would hurt the most. His hand went up and the brush came down hard and with a solid rhythm. He alternated cheek to cheek, down to the thighs and then across the center. Not with extreme force, but hard enough to definitely be remembered. I started to whimper and kick and he increased the intensity until I settled back down. He gave me four very hard final smacks and then set the brush on the floor and rubbed my blazing bottom.

He rubbed some of the heat out, tapping now and then and pinching here and there. I calmed down and laid still, focusing on his hand and the security of being over his lap. I also knew that although I was thoroughly spanked, it was not that bad on the scale of discipline spankings in our household.

He tapped my bottom twice. “Who loves you?”

“You do Sir” I responded.

“Good girl. Are you going to take better care of our tools?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. Up you go. Let’s get the lights up before it gets dark.”

I sat up and he kissed me on my forehead. “You sure you want to do the lights?” I asked

“I am sure Baby. That can wait till later.”

I stood up and he watched me get dressed again. We headed outside and put up the lights and decorations, finishing just as it became dark enough to really appreciate them..