A/C Guys Arrived

As I reported in My Spanking, I got spanked for totally forgetting that David had arranged for some A/C guys to come look at our air conditioner. They came and knocked and everything and I wasn't there. They had David's cell and he had to excuse himself from a meeting to try to find me (he couldn't, my phone was off during my gym class), and then had to reschedule the A/C guys.  As you can imagine (and read about) I got a good one for that, with 30 mins cornertime after.

Part of my punishment/rehabilitation was to be here for the reschedule, take the blame, and apologize directly for my actions, which impacted them. The reschedule was today between 8-12. They came at around 10:30.

I had all morning to stew in my own juices and contemplate my embarrassing apology. David had not insisted or even suggested that I tell them that I was punished, much less how I was punished; but, the little shame artist in me of course wanted to, and at the same time desperately did not want to. Well, you can guess, in my case, who won out 😉.

They rang the bell and I opened the door for them. It was a kind of burly, somewhat scruffy guy my age, and what must have been an apprentice, a young guy, early twenties, maybe even late teens, smaller and clean shaven. The guy my age is the owner of the business.

I invited them both in. They came in and removed their work boots, and he asked to see the unit. It's a wall-mounted unit with an outside thingy that was misbehaving. We have it up on the 3rd floor to provide extra cooling.

"Just this way," I told them and lead them up the stairs.

As we approached, I took the plunge.

"And I'm so sorry for not being here last time. It was entirely my fault. My husband told me about the appointment and it just totally slipped my mind. I really, really apologize."

He was gracious about it.

"Not a problem, Ma'am. These things happen."

In for a penny, in for a pound!

"I wish my husband was as understanding," I said with a flirty broad smile. "I got such a spanking!" And with that, I theatrically rubbed my bottom over the skintight jeans I was wearing. I had imagined this exact scene from the time I first knew I had screwed up.

"Oh... okay then," is what he said, with a bit laugh and the hint of a smile. The apprentice was deadpan.

"It was three days ago and I can still feel it. But I deserved it," I added. I said it all with a big mischievous smile, to clearly signal there was no abuse involved, and that I obviously welcomed the discipline.

"Anyways," I quickly went on, "here it is. It operates for a while then it shuts down and you just get this blinky light."

He messed around a bit with the remote control. Pulled up a manual on his tablet, and messed around a bit more, and then declared they needed to go outside to see the outside part.

They spent a while on it. They couldn't fully diagnose it as it was too cool out to run certain tests. But from the error codes he thought it was likely a faulty "inverter", whatever that is. It's an expensive repair, and we should call them back (at no extra charge) on a warmer day so they can confirm. Instead, David and I decided to just replace the whole thing as it was 12 years old. That's scheduled for next week, so I'll be seeing them again. Oh blush! I wonder if they'll be better prepared for me?

I tell you, my heart was pounding as I apologized and admitted I was spanked.

They didn't say much at the time, but I bet they had a good conversation about me at some point! I wonder if they spread it around at all? To the other guys in the shop, to wives and girlfriends, to friends and family. The crazy cute MILFy blonde chick who got her ass spanked by her husband for missing an appointment. I bet they were happy I got my comeuppance. Maybe makes up for all the inconsiderate customers who miss their scheduled appointments.

After they left, of course I positively threw myself in my bed to relieve all the sexual tension I had built up. The guy my age was manly and cute. Strong looking arms and hands. I'll bet he could spank a girl like me. Maybe the apprentice jerked off to thoughts of me getting my bare ass walloped good by my husband?

I imagined the A/C Guy "playing along" a bit more, like in a cheesy porno.

"Well, Ma'am, seems like you got what you deserved. If you were my wife you would have gotten the same. Did you get the belt?"

"No, Sir. Just his hand, but bare and across his knee. And I had to stand with my nose in the corner afterwards."

"Like a naughty little girl?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I would have given you the belt." And then he just stares at me, expectantly.

"Ummm... well... yes... I guess I would have deserved it..."

"And? Seeing as it was me who was inconvenienced."

"And... umm... well, maybe you could... ummm.... give me the belt, sir?"

"Good idea. Go stand in the corner with those skintights down around your ankles until we're finished the job, then I'll take care of that before we leave."

"Yes Sir!"

After the job, he'll pull me out of the corner, toss me across the back of the couch, and make me spread my legs.

"Look at that little slut," he'd tell his young apprentice, "she's creaming her cunt waiting for my belt."

He'd take off his belt and begin whipping my ass as his assistant looks on, wide-eyed and mouth agape.

"I'll bet you want my cock after your whipping. Don't you, slut?"

"Yes, Sir!" I'd scream out between whips.

"One of the perks of the job, Freddy," he'd tell his apprentice. "Horny fucking housewives. Ours for the taking,"

He'd end my whipping early, slide up behind me, unzip, and fuck my cunt silly, making me cum three times along the way before he unloads into me.

He'd pull me off the couch, make me take my top off, then put me on my knees, bare breasted in front of his apprentice, and say, "take care of him, too."

I'd open the apprentice's zipper, pull his cock out, and give him a blowjob, allowing him to cum down my throat, swallowing every drop.

"Back in the corner, slut, while I call your husband and we discuss what to do about your A/C."

Ahhhhhhh.  If only!

Fantasies aside, how would you have reacted were you the A/C guy, hearing me say what I did? Stunned silence? Play along with the naughty girl theme? Make a ribald comment at my expense? Would you tell anybody? What would you tell them? Let me know in the comments!