I was at the pool sunning my hot body when this guy out of nowhere approached me. Wanted to put sun tan lotion on me so my porcelain perfect skin would not burn. He had subby bitch or cuck written all over him. Not very masculine, panting like a dog in heat while looking at my body, no noticeable bulge in his pants. I was feeling generous, so I let him put some sunscreen on my back. He tried to grope my tits. I turned around scolded him like a school boy. Smacked his face. Threw him over my knees and spanked him for his misdoings. Instead of hating it, he was loving it. Pervert. Well, I was not giving him anything he wanted. I nudged him off my knees until he was upright again. I yanked his swim trunks down showing the pool guests his little tiny weenie. No amount of water causes that kind of shrinkage. The pool goers started pointing and laughing. He tried to pull up his trunks and scurry away, but tripped over a lawn chair. More laughter.
I pulled out a pair of panties from my pool bag tossed them at him. “You don’t have anything that belongs in swim trunks. Panties are better suited for your clit stick,” I giggled. He grabbed them though. Then ran off with is little twig and berries flailing about. Face beat red. Good. I am not against public shaming. If you don’t know your proper place, I will bring a shit storm of humiliation down on you. Laughter is good for the soul. Well, my soul at least.
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