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Subject: One very sorry delivery girl

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                        THE DELIVERY GIRL

                               BY

                              GARR

     Living on a large piece of property I felt it was time to
start fixing it up. My house was coming along and I must start
the yard. So with pen in hand I started my plans. It was still
winter so I had a month until the rains stopped a lot of time to
figure. I would need a lot of supplies, gravel, rock and top
soil. Being long on muscle and short on funds I made out a budget
over the next three years to enhance my land. 
     The first step in the budget was to find out how much things
would cost, so I took a ride to the local supplier. I drove in
the yard and started to wonder around looking at the different
rock and dirt and up walked the cutest little lady, she looked
like a doll. She was about 30 years old, 5 foot tall with the
most beauty blue eyes, smooth peach skin and blond hair braided
and put up. She was wearing very tight blue jeans and a tight
sweat shirt. She asked me if I needed help and I explained to her
what I was going to do, where I lived, and I was getting prices
only at this time. 
     She introduced herself, said her name was Carol, as we
walked around she told me the prices of the different material. I
followed and I noticed she had the cutest shaped bottom. I
thanked her and went on my way. I fantasied about turning her
over my knee all the way home.
     About a month later the weather broke and I started my
projects. I order my first load and was surprised to see Carol
driving the dump truck. I showed her where to dump it and was
even more surprised when she jumped out of the cab in a pair of
short shorts. She dumped the load and I started talking with her
and she was very interested in what I was doing so I showed her
around. I asked her if she did all the deliveries and she said
no, but the other driver was gone for the afternoon and she
filled in. 
     She spent   about 20 minutes and then she suddenly said she
had to go. As she jumped back in the truck. She kept talking and
I didn't know if she was selling more material of if she was the
overly friendly type. But it was enjoyable to watch her climb in
the cab. 
     I ordered material several more times that year and it was
always Carol who delivered it. She always spent a while talking
and wanting to look around and I always obliged. But the time the
rains came I was well on my way. The yard looked good and I had
many fantasies about my delivery girl. 
     The second year came and I called for my first load of the
year. Nobody was there and I left my order on there answering
machine. That afternoon I heard the truck and I was dismayed to
see a guy driving the truck. I showed him where to dump it and he
was on his way. He spoke about two words the whole time. It was
good while it lasted I thought and I figured she was gone and
that was that. About a month later I called to order some top
soil and was delighted when Carol answered. She knew me instantly
and said she would bring it right out. 
     When she arrived I showed her where to dump it and we
started talking and I asked her who the man was that delivered
the load last time. She said "I didn't know you ordered? I must
of been out that afternoon, oh that guy was the owner". I asked
if he was always so gruff and she said, "no, only when he has to
work". Again we ended up chatting for about 20 minutes and she
was again interested in what I was doing. I ordered from her 3 or
4 more times and was surprised to get a couple phone calls from
her advertising specials or asking how it was going. The year
ended and the rains came. I had a lot done but I was wishing I
could order and do more. 
     That winter I ran into Carol in the market a few times. It
was just a short hello and off. I told her the upcoming year was
going to be the hardest. I was going to build a road on my place.
     The spring came and I started my road. I ordered some shale
and out came Carol with a load. I showed her where to drop it and
where to spread it too. She checked it out and backed the truck
up and dumped it. She had trouble getting it into gear and
dropped the whole load at one spot. She jumped out and was very
apologetic and said she blew it. I was a little mad and I told
her that it would make a lot of work for me! She said it won't
happen again, and I said "if it does we will have a little chat!"
she said that's what her dad use to say when she was in trouble.
I said she was in trouble with me, and she started acting very
demeure. She asked me not to call her boss and that she would
bring me extra next time, and leave off the delivery charge. I
agreed and told her next time I will not be so easy on her. I
could tell she was a little turned on. I pointed over to a bundle
of switches I have recently trimmed. She was not at all put off
by it but said "yes sir, that's just like my dad, too."
     She left and I went to work on my road but I could not get
her response out of my mind. Should I of tried then to spank her
for her misdeed. Should I of even said anything. It's a small
town and it was a risk, but it did turn out o.k., I hoped.
     I needed another load a couple days later and I called in
the order. Carol answered and she was giving me this "yes sir, no
sir" the whole time on the phone. She said they were backed up
and could not get there until 4:30 but would bring me a little
extra. I hung up and had a feeling that something was going on in
her mind.
     4:30 came and went and she was not there and I was wondering
what was happening. She was always on time and did not ever run
late. Finally at 5:15 she showed up. I pointed to where I wanted
the shale dumped and she never got out of the truck. She backed
up the truck and I pointed where I wanted her to spread the
shale. She opened the flap and down came the rock. All in one
pile! She jumped out and said "I couldn't get it going. I'm sorry
sir". I said "that won't work this time". "Yes sir, I guess
you'll have to reprimand me for my mistake". "Yes I will" She
asked if she should go get a switch and I told her yes.
     She walked over to the stack of switches and pulled out one
that was about 30" long and returned with it. She handed it to me
and turned toward her truck. She was wearing a pair of shorts and
she pulled them down and her panties came with them. I was glad I
lived in the country and had no neighbors. She bent over the dump
lever and said "I'm sorry sir, I know I have earned a dozen and I
am sorry that I have made you whip me". I took on the roll of
daddy right away and started to lecturing her on her
unsatisfactory ways. She just stood there with her bottom up in
the air. I lined up the switch and let go a moderate swing. She
let out a slight ouch and not much more, the second stripe was a
little harder, whack! She jumped and cried out. The third was a
little harder yet and left a welt. I could tell she was enjoying
it and I put a little more sting into each swing and each after
that left a slight welt. Whack, "oww, please sir" she responded.
Whack, oww. After each cut she would shoot up and rub her bottom.
After about eight she started wiggling after each spank of the
switch as she stood. I was so turned on and I could tell she was
too. I swing for the 12 time and she screamed, rubbed her bottom
and promised to be more careful in the future.
     I asked her if she wanted to come in for a while as she
pulled up her shorts and she said she had to get the truck back
but would like to come back up in about an hour. I said "yes,
that would work out fine, be on time!" Yes sir, she replied.
     An hour and a half passed and I was sure she was backing out
when I heard a car in the drive. It was Carol in an old 65
mustang. I watched her get out and start toward the house and I
was staggered by what she was wearing. I could not see that well
because of the dark but it looked like she was wearing a
cheerleader outfit. I had showered and put on something more
relaxed. I quickly pulled off my shirt and put on something more
like my dad would of worn in the evening. I yelled for her to
walk in, and found her in the kitchen. I looked at her and she
checked me out and said 
     "dad, I'm sorry I am late but the principal wanted to see
me."
I fell into the roll at once.
     "Your are suppose to call when your late!"
     "I'm sorry dad but I should tell you, well here"
Carol handed me a note from some made up principal. The note said
that Carol was caught smoking and cutting class. I looked over
the top of the note and Carol was standing there. The cheerleader
outfit fit her perfectly, a short little skirt that hit about
mid-thigh and a tight sweater. Her makeup, her hair in ponytails
and her tennis shoes with knee sox, she look like a teenager.
     "Carol, I told you the next time you get in trouble I'm
going to take you over my knee, I've had enough of your spoiled
ways"
     "Please dad, I'm to old to spank"
     "No your not young lady, not as long as you act like a
little spoiled brat!"
     With that said I grabbed her by the arm and escorted her
into the dinning room. I pulled out a chair, sat down and said to
her "you will get punished for each digression separately. First,
an hand spanking for being late and not calling. Then I am going
to put you in the corner for 20 minutes. Next a spanking with the
hair brush for cutting class and after another 20 minutes in the
corner, 16 stingers (one for each year of your age) with the cane
for smoking." I looked her in the eye the whole time to see if I
would get any message that it was to much and she just stayed
with the guise.
     "Carol, come her"
     I pointed to a spot right next to my left side. She slowly
moved to the spot. I grabbed her arm again and guided her over my
knee. She was so small it was like having a teenager over my
knee. I pulled her skirt up and pulled her panties down. Her
bottom had recovered from the switching earlier. I must not of
hit as hard as I thought I did. I then lectured her as I spanked
her bottom. Spank after spank landed on her bottom and she cried
and wiggled and played the part. I must of spanked her about 50
times when I tucked her skirt in and stood her up. I directed her
to a corner and got the kitchen timer and set it to 20 minutes. I
told her to stand here while I fetch the hair brush.
     I took my time finding the hair brush and came back into the
room quietly and watched her standing there, with her panties
around her ankles and her skirt tucked up. The timer was ticking
away and she was rubbing her bottom with both hands. 
     DING went the timer and I said "Carol get over her now and
take off those panties." She did as I commanded and I placed her
back over my knee and she started crying as soon as she was over.
I told her that won't work that she was going to get 30 with the
hair brush and I started. Whack, owwww Whack, Owww Carol cried
and she started kicking and I gave her a couple quick swats on
the backs of her legs and warned her about further kicking and
the swats did not count. She cried and squirmed and When I was
done with the hair brush I sent her back to the corner and told
her to remove her skirt, and I set the timer and went to get the
cane.
     I stood in the doorway and watched her in the corner. She
had one hand rubbing her bottom and the other working her twat. I
let her be for a couple minutes, then I entered the room loudly.
As I did the timer sounded and I told her to lay over the arm of
the sofa in the living room. She moved slowly and was crying and
rubbing her bottom the whole time. After guiding her to the right
position I stepped back and really enjoyed what I saw. A small,
firm girl with a real tight red bottom. Knee sox and tennis shoes
laying over the arm of an overstuffed couch waiting for the cane
from dad. I lined up the cane and told her SHE was to count the
16 strokes. With that said I pulled back and let one go. She
cried out, I whacked her much harder then I did this afternoon
and it left a very apparent welt. Owww ONE! she cried, I lined up
the cane again and came down with the second stinger. Towwww she
cried. The third one brought her up rubbing and moaning. I took
my time with the 16 cuts sometimes waiting a minute or two
between cuts and when I was finished she was crying and rubbing
her bottom. I said give dad a hug and she was all over me.
Thanking me and thanking me and well, thanking me for the
chastisement. That was a night to remember and I hope to have
many more like it soon.
to be continued. I hope,





















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