Josephine Handles the Plumber
By ImP
Josephine deals with a lazy plumber


Josephine was not a happy woman. She was having some work done in her 
house but when she came home from the school where she taught the 
plumber, Dave, was not getting on with the job. In fact the burly young 
man was sitting in her kitchen with his feet on the table having a cup 
of tea and reading the paper. 

“Just what do you think you’re doing” she demanded. “I’m paying a lot of 
money to get this kitchen fitted and I don’t want to waste it on 
incompetents like you. If your work doesn’t improve I’m going to call 
the company and have them replace you.” 

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to you old bat. I’ve met your 
type before sourpusses because you don’t get enough. You lot are all 
gagging for it.” Dave was talking from experience, he’d done jobs for 
plenty of single women and more than a few were welcome for a fuck from 
the handsome young man. Mind you it did cross his mind that Josephine 
was a lesbian. Here she was an attractive woman in her late thirties but 
unmarried and living alone. He wouldn’t mind giving her one. 

Josephine was outraged. It was bad enough to be insulted by lazy workmen 
in her own house but to be called an old bat was just too much. At 
thirty-seven she felt in her prime, she enjoyed an active sporting life 
and wasn’t short of boyfriends when she wanted one. She was determined 
to show this young lout who was boss and she knew just what to do. She 
stormed out but returned almost immediately with a cane. 

“What the fucking hell do you think you’re going to do with that you 
cunt? Cane me with it?” Dave’s voice was full of bravado, but there was 
a hint of anxiety. If she did hit him could he retaliate? 

“That’s just what I intend to do. And more. I don’t get insulted by 
thugs like you and let them get away with it.” Josephine was not afraid 
of Dave, self-defence training, and natural self-confidence made her a 
formidable opponent. 

“Take this.” The cane whistled through the air and caught Dave on the 
arm. “And this.” Suddenly the blows were coming one after another from 
all angles. Dave was completely overwhelmed and cowed by the imperious 
demeanour of the assertive woman. He was used to people cowering before 
him and he had no idea how to deal with someone who stood up to him. His 
shame was such that he began to cry. 

Josephine was not moved to sympathy by his tears only to derision. 

“Hold out your hands. If you behave like a naughty little boy then 
you’re going to get treated like one. Come on hold out your hands while 
I cane them.” 

Dave could hardly believe his actions but he meekly held out his hands 
in front of himself. He felt the hot tears on his cheeks and bowed his 
head in shame. Josephine rapped him twice across each palm. Hard. More 
tears fill his eyes at the pain and ignominy of it, but worse, much 
worse, was to follow. 

“Right little boy. Take down your trousers.” This was too much for Dave 
and he summoned up his reserves of self-respect. 

“No way. I’m getting out of here.” He went to collect his tools but 
Josephine stood in his way. 

“You’re not leaving here until I say so. And I’m afraid you’ve got a lot 
of punishment to receive for your insolence. It’s about time someone 
taught you how to behave. As she said this she landed two hard blows 
with the cane across Dave’s thighs making cry out in pain. 

“Now get your trousers down this instant.” Josephine’s tone had been 
honed on countless ill-mannered schoolboys and it found its mark. 
Uncomprehendingly Dave took down his jeans. 

“Those as well.” Josephine indicated his underpants, and a sobbing Dave 
lowered them to his knees covering his cock with his hands in an attempt 
to preserve some self-respect. 

“Bend over that chair and put your hands on it. Now we’ll start with six 
of the best and I want you to count them. You can count up to six can’t 
you.” Josephine’s sarcastic tone was lost on Dave who was so bewildered 
that he would have done anything Josephine demanded. Each blow was 
delivered surely and sharply causing a cry of pain from Dave as he 
struggled to count each one. By the time the sixth was delivered he was 
sobbing uncontrollably and begging Josephine to stop. Promising that 
he’d behave in future, that he’d do anything for her. 

“Well little boy your training will continue upstairs. Now strip 
completely.” Dave looks up in increasing bewilderment. 

“What?” 

“I said strip completely. You know what that means don’t you? Take all 
your clothes off now. Immediately. I’m not having you walking about my 
house with your clothes on.” 

And like a child Dave stripped naked and handed over his clothes to 
Josephine who ordered Dave up the stairs and into the bathroom. 

“Go and have a shower and wait for me.” Dave allowed the hot water to 
wash over him and he started to recover his poise when Josephine walked 
back in. 

She was nude and completely transformed. She has let her hair down from 
the severe bun that it was in previously and it now cascades in dark 
waves down her back. Her eyes were made-up and looked like dark, 
menacing pools, and her figure, freed from the confines of her business 
suit was firm and voluptuous. To Dave she appeared the most desirable 
woman that he had ever seen. She was his mistress and spontaneously he 
went down on his knees in front of her. 

Josephine was not surprised by Dave’s reaction; she had seen it before 
in so many men. They all want to be dominated. She placed her foot on 
the edge of the shower and Dave pressed his lips to it, his cock 
hardening as he bestowed kisses on her perfect toes, and all the way 
along her foot to the ankle. Josephine was unmoved by this treatment and 
stood silently while Dave continued with his devotions. Then she stepped 
back and handed him a towel. 

“Dry yourself thoroughly.” She watched as Dave did so examining his body 
with a well-practised coolness; she betrays no sign of the stimulation 
that she has so evidently given him. Dave dries himself thoroughly not 
finding it strange to be doing so in front of a woman who had just caned 
and beaten him. When he was dry he meekly handed the towel to Josephine 
who directed him to place it on the rail and then to follow her. She 
lead him into her bedroom and sat on a stool at the foot of the bed. 
Dave waited meekly in front of her for instructions. 

“Come and lie down here” she pointed to her lap. “You know this is what 
you want don’t you?” Her voice was calm and softer now, but still 
carried the firmness of tone that commands all those who heard it. 

Dave lay face across her lap with Josephine gripping his erect cock 
firmly between her thighs. 

“You want this don’t you? Tell me want you want.” 

“Please spank me.” Dave’s voice is barely a whisper. 

“And how much shall I spank you?” 

“Until I come.” Dave doesn’t know the origin of the voice that comes 
from within him. It is as though a second person existed inside him. But 
neither he nor Josephine cares about the psychology of the moment; it is 
as though they are enacting an ancient ritual. 

Josephine’s hand lands firmly on Dave’s reddened buttocks and he squirms 
on her lap. With each blow his cock grows harder and longer as it rubs 
against her smooth thighs. Time after time her hand slaps down leaving 
Dave sobbing and wailing in humiliation and ecstasy until he comes. He 
seems to pump a gallon of come. Never has he experienced such a powerful 
orgasm. 

Josephine leaves Dave kneeling on the floor while she goes to clean 
herself and upon returning sat down upon the edge of the bed. She opened 
her legs, and directed Dave to lick her pussy. He didn’t need a second’s 
thought.  He thrust his head between her firm thighs and buried his 
tongue within her smooth, hairless pussy. This was heaven; he was 
serving his mistress as she demanded. He grew hard again quickly as 
Josephine caressed his cock with her foot. Dave continued licking for 
five, ten, fifteen minutes time was irrelevant he carried on worshipping 
at her fount until Josephine was satisfied. Then she ordered Dave to 
lick her feet and suck her toes which he did almost gleefully with each 
foot in turn. When both her feet have been thoroughly and properly 
adored she ordered Dave to lie on the bed. 

He gazed up at her in mute admiration as she lowered herself onto his 
cock and then fucked him steadily. Although he was inside her it was 
Josephine in command, she controls the pace and the depth of 
penetration. And with her powerful pussy muscles she controlled Dave’s 
cock; he was unable to come even though his need was great. She teased 
him with her breasts, the nipples grazing his lips and tongue as he 
reached up for them with his mouth. Again and again Josephine brought 
him to the point of orgasm yet did not release him. The perspiration on 
his brow glistened and he began to plead with her. But still she did not 
relent. For over half-an-hour she tortured him in this way; her strength 
and composure remarkable. Finally she pulled off and turned around so 
that Dave can tongue her pussy and anus while she took him in hand and 
brought him off again. 

Josephine let Dave rest for a while but she wasn’t finished with him 
yet. He was now her toy and she wanted to play some more, but she was 
experienced enough to know how much she could use a man without breaking 
him. Dave was young and fit; there was more in him despite his 
exhaustion. When she was ready his training continues. 

“On your knees. Worship my feet.” Almost before the words are out of her 
mouth Dave is on the floor kissing and licking her feet again. When 
Josephine placed her feet around his cock and massaged it back to 
fullness he gazed up at her in adoration. Never had he felt such desire 
for a woman before. 

“You know what you want don’t you?” Dave nodded in agreement. 

“Go and get it then.” Dave rushes off and immediately returns carrying 
the cane. He gave it to Josephine his head bowed in obeisance. 

She went over to the stool and placed her foot upon it. Dave knelt with 
his lips pressed to her foot his buttocks in the air ready for the cane. 

Josephine was merciless and Dave would have wanted it no other way. The 
cane lands on his naked buttocks repeatedly, and the more it landed so 
the harder Dave grew; the pain is intense but so is the pleasure. 
Eventually Josephine sat down on the side of the bed again while Dave 
took her feet in his hands and placed them round his engorged cock 
again. In a few short minutes he was coming again, spurting the last of 
his milk over Josephine’s perfect feet and ankles, before he collapsed 
exhausted to the floor. 

“You will return tomorrow to continue with your work. And your 
training.” Dave knows that nothing is more certain. 

The End