Stirred Up

I bought some more paint, this time for the upstairs hallway, and they gave me a stir stick with it, as they do.

Master picked it up after dinner and said "Look what you got!  Do you know what this is good for?  Come here!"

I came to stand in front of him.  I was already naked.  It was hot.  

"Hitting people?"  I thought this was a good guess.

"No, silly whore, stirring paint!" and he whapped me hard on the nipples half a dozen times, until I was trying to hide them, doubled over.