June and the decorator
By Hatman
June teaches a pervert a lesson


June was having the house decorated. The slightly acid smell of the emulsion
paint mingled with the more pungent aroma of gloss paint wherever she went in
the house. When she looked closely the paint finish seemed a little streaky,
but she told herself to be uncomplaining about this, because she had got the
job done cheaply by her friend's cousin, Paul. Her thoughts were interrupted
by the chimes of the doorbell. Before going to answer the door, June checked
herself in the mirror, smoothing her clothes down from the swell of her ample
breasts to her broad hips. At 42 years she was well past the flush of youth
but still proud of her looks. She was currently single and hence liked to look
good at all times especially in front of the opposite sex. Her fair hair was
highlighted with lighter streaks and framed a slightly hard angular face,
softened by just a minimal amount of makeup. Only a slash of bright scarlet
lipstick broke the understated make up regime, effectively drawing one's eyes
to her full lips. Her simple white top had a plunging neckline emphasising her
deep cleavage, which was boosted by an expensive uplifting bra, one small
luxury that June thought well worth the money. Her waist was slightly plump
with a more rounded belly than she would want, and her hips and buttocks were
similarly curvy. In an effort to draw attention away from what she saw as her
less attractive features she wore a short black skirt giving an excellent view
of her shapely legs clad in patterned black tights. If she was going out she
would have finished the look with high heeled shoes, but this morning in the
house she just wore simple black ballet pump sytle flat shoes.

As June anticipated it was Paul, the decorator at the door, in his overalls
ready for work. Paul was 4 years younger than June, but looked older with
prematurely thinning hair. At 5 foot 7 he was two inches taller than June, but
his slim build meant that he weighed slightly less. Although he was slim, the
manual work had left his body wirily muscled. He had arrived ready for work
dressed in white overalls. "Mornin' love".

"Come in, Paul." June flashed him a quick smile. "And how are you this
morning?"

"Oh, not too bad, not too bad, and you?"

"Pretty good, looking forward to have a fully decorated house."

"Well, I should be finished today. Just the bedroom to do and a few odd bits
to touch up."

"Go and get on with it then" She said jokingly with a false frown.

"If you're going to be like that then I want extra brews." Paul responded over
his shoulder as he climbed the stairs two at a time to the bedroom.

Paul had mixed feelings about this job, one the one hand he was trying to keep
the cost down for his cousin's friend, which meant he had to use cheaper
materials, with the result that the quality of the finish was not as good as
he would have liked. On the other hand the customer was an attractive woman
who always welcomed him with a cheery smile and kept him fed and watered with
regular cups of tea and plentiful sandwiches. He understood from his cousin
that June was single and so he was considering plucking up the courage to ask
her out for a drink when the job was finished.

Paul worked away in the bedroom for twenty minutes then needed to shift some
furniture to get into a tricky corner. While he moved a large basket of
washing he couldn't help but notice the black silky knickers on the top. The
sight of them made his brain awash with strange urges which he needed to
satisfy. First he went to the bathroom and carefully washed his hands. Then he
returned to the bedroom, as he passed the top of the stairs he could hear June
busying herself in the kitchen and the smell of lamb cooking wafted up the
stairs. Paul felt confident he would have a few minutes to satisfy his urges.

Back in the bedroom Paul carefully lifted the knickers out of the basket and
up to his nose. In his imagination he expected then to be damp and smell of
her body, but he knew that they had been in the basket since, presumably, the
previous night so in fact they were cool and dry. Nevertheless he rubbed them
against his face enjoying the silky feeling against his skin. The country had
been experiencing a particularly warm autumn and so Paul had only underpants
on under his overalls, so it took him only a moment to strip naked. He
swallowed hard as he gently pulled the kickers up his legs and finally over
his engorged penis. He looked at himself in the mirror and realised he looked
just slightly ridiculous with the skimpy knickers unable to cover his manhood,
and the glistening end poking out above the lacy top of the underwear.

Deep in his reverie he did not hear June coming up the stairs, and only
realised she was coming with a mug of coffee when he saw the bedroom door open
in the mirror.

June was speechless when she saw Paul standing there naked apart from a pair
of black knickers. She knew, almost intuitively, that the knickers were hers.
For a few seconds neither of them moved, then June slowly and carefully placed
the tray with the coffee and biscuits on the floor by the bedroom door. The
movement broke the stalemate and Paul turned to face her and started mumbling
apologetically "It's not how it looks, ok, er I'm not some kind of pervert".

June walked calmly and silently up to Paul and slapped him hard across the
face. The force of the blow knocked Paul off balance and brought tears to his
eyes. He took a step sideways to recover his balance, and brought his hands up
to his face to protect it from an expected further slap. With Paul's hands
covering his face June punched him in the stomach forcing the air from his
lungs with a distinct "oomph" then followed up with a kick to his shin.

Paul hopped away backwards doubled over and clutching his left leg where June
had kicked him. June's anger now manifested itself in a wild punch as she
followed up on her initial attack, but still on one leg Paul tottered into the
wall somehow avoiding the punch. With both feet now on the ground and propped
against the wall, Paul had a strong base to launch a counter punch inside
June's next wild swing. The punch only grazed past June's cheek, but the blow
stunned her a little and as she paused in her attack Paul took the opportunity
to punch her again hitting the side of her mouth. June stepped back with the
salty taste of blood in her mouth from a cut lip.

Paul noticed the trickle of blood from her lip and attempted to push past her
to reach the door while she was rubbing at her injured mouth. June's anger
rapidly masked the pain in her mouth and she grabbed Paul's arm as he pushed
past her, nails biting into his skin. Then she pulled him round backwards,
sending him flying into the wardrobe. Before Paul could recover June charged
shoulder first into Paul's chest sending him crashing through the wardrobe
doors. Paul hauled himself up pulling on the wrecked wardrobe door, but before
he could pull himself completely upright June kicked him in the chest back
onto the floor of the wardrobe.

Paul rolled over onto his knees and crawled backwards out of the shattered
wardrobe, oddments of clothing hanging from his body. June bent forward
reaching through the curtain of random clothing to grasp Paul's right arm with
both hands and pulled him to his feet. Without relaxing her grip she leaned
back maintaining Paul's momentum and then spun round like a hammer thrower
spinning Paul into the opposite wall.

With his face against the wall Paul anticipated further blows from June and so
he thrust his left foot out behind himself to in an attempt to fend her off.
By sheer luck the untargeted blow hit June in the belly as she approached him
and fortuitously blocked her advance. Paul spun round and took advantage of
his good luck with a swinging punch, hitting June high on the left temple.
Paul then followed up with a punch to June's stomach. Now it was June's turn
to have the air forcibly expelled from her lungs.

Fearing what Paul might do if he were to overpower her she threw her arms
around Paul's arms to stifle further blows. As Paul struggled to extricate
himself from June's bear hug June tightened her grip. She felt Paul's body
wriggle against her but she just crushed it harder into her. As she looked
into his eyes she could see that he knew she was stronger. At this point she
gained the confidence to release her right arm, maintaining her grip on Paul
with only her left, then she thrust three solid blows into Paul's ribs. June's
knuckles were stinging from the contact with Paul's ribs so she knew he must
be in pain from the blows.

June released her grip completely and pushed Paul away from her. With Paul's
arms wrapped around his aching ribs, June had a clear shot at his head landing
a punch right on his nose. Blood sprayed from Paul's nose, the initial burst
splattering across his face and chest, then further gouts of blood pouring
down his chin, over his chest and down his belly clumping into a sticky red
mess in his pubic hair.

Paul's head was spinning from the blow and his legs began to wobble. Desperate
defence was the only thought in his mind as he crouched forward covering his
bloody face with his hands. June felt as if fresh energy was flowing through
her body as she saw Paul sagging into a defensive crouch and she leaned all of
her weight into a brutal punch to Paul's undefended belly. Paul groaned and
sagged even further forward threatening to fall to the floor, but before he
could fall June brought her knee up into his already battered face, breaking
through the meagre defence presented by his hands.

Paul's vision was blurring and his whole body seemed full of pain as he
dropped to his knees, but June was not about to relinquish her advantage and
she swung a hard kick into Paul's stomach. Paul groaned and fell forward onto
his face but June continued to beat his helpless body with two more kicks to
his defenceless abdomen. with Paul's consciousness fading June planted two
more brutal kicks in Paul's already battered face.

June took a deep breath and looked down at Paul's body his defeated form now
motionless apart from shallow rasping breathing. She roughly pushed him over
onto his back with her toe. As she looked at his helpless near naked body she
noticed a damp patch on the knickers that he still wore and then saw the milky
white fluid spreading from his still erect penis over his bloodstained belly.

June felt physically sick at the thought that Paul had orgasmed while wearing
her knickers at the point that she had reduced him to a helpless, almost
lifeless, mockery of a man. She knelt down across Paul's thighs and quite
calmly punched him three times in the stomach forcing a small groan and some
dark blood from his lips each time. She then moved to kneel on his stomach and
punched him twice on his already smashed nose causing more blood to splatter
over then both. finally she punched him hard under the chin rocking his head
back hard against the floor, finally eliminating any shred of consciousness
from his brain.

She stood up and thought for one horrific moment that she had killed him but
eventually she saw his chest move with a gasping breath. As the adrenaline
rush subsided she began to feel the pain from the blows she had taken, but the
most pain was from her knuckles sore from the pain she had dealt out. She felt
strangely powerful and aroused when she thought of how she had reduced this
man to a beaten wreck on the floor at her feet. She felt a hardness in her
nipples and a dampness in her crotch that she normally only felt when using
one of her 'toys'.

After a few moments Paul recovered consciousness. It took him a few more
moments to recall what had happened to him and appreciate his position. He
realised that he had been thoroughly beaten by June and was now lying helpless
at her feet, still clad in her used knickers and his body covered in his own
blood and semen. He felt his eyes fill with tears and he sobbed
uncontrollably, partly in pain and mostly in humiliation. He realised that he
had been exposed as a pervert and was completely helpless to defend himself or
refute any allegations. Despite, or perhaps because of, the pain and
humiliation he felt, he was incredibly sexually aroused lying there looking up
at his conqueror. As his eyes took in her stockinged legs. being able to see
far up her thighs from his supine position, and then as he looked further up
to her pround, heaving breasts his penis swelled again, protruding
embarrassingly out of the stained black knickers.

Seeing he was awake June ignored his engorged member and spoke "Get yourself
dressed and get out of here. You can keep the knickers, I don't want to even
touch them after you have come in them. If anybody asks what has happened to
you say you got mugged at the cash point. Of course you won't be getting paid
for your work as a decorator after this, just think yourself lucky that I
don't tell all your friends and family what a pervert you are." Without saying
a word Paul dragged himself up and dressed then staggered to the door.

One thing was for certain, he would never forget what had been done to him
that day, and June would never forget, and never regret, what she had done to
him.