“No, no, no,” he thought. The engine light of his car flashed on. He spilled his coffee on the seat. He hated not knowing what the problem was.

He decided to take it in tomorrow morning. Leaving it with the auto shop he was asked if he needed a ride home. He declined, saying he was within walking distance. Of course he would have to walk past a row of fenced in businesses. Some with guard dogs.

He was nearly home when he came upon one of the shops that looked like it may have dogs guarding it. He was not a coward, just cautious. "Afterall," he thought, "they might attack my groin and my cock could be used better." He smiled to himself.

Just then a voice shouted at him. "Do you know you’re on private property." The man in coveralls sternly said. "Now you've trampled the shale skirt of our new trees we just planted." Taken by surprise his heart began to race. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to damage your place."

"Landscaping isn't cheap. Now that has to be repaired, and that will have to be paid for somehow."

He found himself in an inner office of the shop. It was a small metal machining business. Just two people were there. "Should I call the cops?" He knew should the man do that there may be charges.

"Look, maybe you can call your supervisor and I can make an arrangement to pay for the damages."

"I own this business," the man replied. The other man mentioned he had to go for the day. That left he and the owner alone.

"Okay, well I am sorry. I swear I did not mean to..."

"You said that," came a reply as the owner waved a hand at his other employee going out the door. "It's not just the cost. You didn't really harm anything. But now the tree skirt will have to be groomed, and I don't have time nor the money to pay anyone to repair it." He mentioned he was in construction and did landscaping from time to time and would be happy to repair the footprints he made in the shale and shape the skirt border again. It was nearly noon when he was finished.

"That looks better than when you trampled it."

"Like I said, I could do it." Smiling the owner shook his hand. But as when he thought the handshake was over he realized the grip held from the owner. "You still did something wrong." In the pit of his stomach he felt the pangs of guilt. "What should I do with you now?" The owner stood and walked to him. "You young man will be spanked for the bad thing you did."

He protested. "But I fixed it, you said...”

"Yes," came the reply," but you still weren't punished. How would that be if I let that go?"

He was led to a sofa in the backroom of the office. The door was closed. On the wall were photos of male asses. Some reddened, some exposed laying over another's lap. His pants were lowered. He did not have on underwear. His ass was already warm from the physical work he just completed. Across the man's lap he was placed.

"Now I want you to tell me what you did and what is about to happen to you."

In a nervous