"Oh p-p-please don't w-whip m-m-me! P-p-please I-I'll be g-g-good!" Willie was still sitting on Sally's lap holding her hands to him for protection.
Sally leaned to the boy's ear and kissed him. "Do as he says honey. I'll talk to him. You just do as he says." She whispered in his ear.
Willie stood up and she patted his bottom as he walked by to the barn door. He kept his face down; he was more scared than he had ever been in his whole life. The poor boy couldn't even keep the thoughts in his head in any sort of order, all he knew was he wished he had gone to school, he wished he was anywhere but here. As he entered the barn Sally got up and walked over to her husband.
"He's so scared. Do you have to spank him?" She brought her hands up to his shoulders and wrapped her arms around his neck, and laid her head onto his chest as she hugged her husband.
John looked down at his wife and just smiled, and spoke softly. "He'll be fine. I promise."
Sally took her husband's right hand into hers', she lowered her face into the palm and kissed it lightly. She then left her man and picked up her laundry basket and went back to hanging the clothes out to dry.
John looked at the palm she just kissed and had to smile; she did the same thing whenever their sons were about to be spanked. He then walked into the barn and saw the little boy standing there, shaking, head lowered, and still sobbing.
"You know most boys I've spanked wait until after the spanking, before they cry as hard as you've been crying." John said in a half humorous tone, he walked over to the bale and sat down with Willie to his right. John patted the bale of hay for Willie to sit. "Here have a seat...." Willie turned to sit. "While you still can sit." Willie stopped and looked at the man, and saw that he had a small smile on his face, he didn't like the way, he felt, the man was making fun of him. But he sat next to him anyway.
"It's not funny!" Willie said in a pouting tone, looking down at his lap.
"Why isn't it funny?" John was trying to get the kid talking, so he would calm down enough to understand why he was being spanked.
"They're gonna hurt!" Willie looked at his lap, never looking up at John. "And besides I'm scared."
John took a piece of beef jerky out of his pocket and cut it in half, he handed a piece to Willie. "Well your right to be scared son." John put a piece of jerky in his mouth and began to chew on it. "They are going to hurt, all three of them."
Willie's heart soared. 'Only tree swats.' He thought. 'That's easy.' He looked up at the man now, and put a piece of the salty jerky in his mouth too. "You mean I'm only going to get three spanks?" Willie chewed on the jerky thinking that this jerky tastes pretty good. He was feeling a whole lot better now, thinking that he wasn't in as much trouble as he had thought earlier.
John sat there chewing on the salty meat looking straight ahead, then he looked down at Willie. "No. I mean your going to get three sets of spankings today!"
So much for the soaring heart. "You mean I'm getting spanked all day?" Willie couldn't believe that he was going to get that many spankings in one day. He had never been spanked before, now he's going to get three spankings in one day. His heart went right back down like a ton of bricks, he felt like crying again, and the jerky didn't taste as good now.
John put his arm around the boy's shoulder. "Now I'm not mad at you son, but you did wrong and you have to pay for it. Your first spanking is for playing hooky from school, after your spanking I want you to clean this barn."
Willie looked around the barn, still trying to chew on the jerky.
"When you are finished, and that should take about an hour or so, I'll give you, your second set of spankings. And these spanks will be for trespassing and fishing on private property."
Willie sat up straight; he felt he found a way out of those spanks. But before he could speak John cut him off.
"Before you try and say you didn't know it was wrong to fish here, I think you should know that I saw you three crawling across my field." John bit off another piece of jerky, and was squeezing Willie's shoulder.
"You saw us?" Willie had to swallow hard on the jerky to get in down.
John was chewing more than watching Willie; he just tilted his head to one side and shrugged his shoulders. "More like heard you, then seen you." John shook his head and laughed a little. "Son I've had mules mating, make less noise, than you three made trying to be quiet." Willie couldn't help but cough out a nervous laugh too. "And after the second spankings I'm going to give you some more chores to do. And just before you go home at 3:00 I'll give you your last spankings so you'll have something to think about tonight. Do you know what the last spankings are for son?"
Willie was looking back down at his lap, twisting the jerky in his fingers. "I guess for being nasty with Jason and Jon?"
"That's it exactly." John still had his arm around the boy's shoulder. "Are you ready to start?"
"A-are you going to use that on me?" Willie asked pointing to the strap that was still hanging on John's shoulders.
John had forgotten that the strap was still there. "I don't think I'll need the strap. What do you think, the strap or my hand?"
"Your hand please." Willie was grateful to have had a choice in the matter, and more grateful Mr. Peters wasn't as mad at him as he was at Jason and Jon.
"Then I think you better pull your pants down so we can get started here." John was also relieved that the boy understood why he was being spanked, and that he seemed willing to except his punishment. It was one hell of an improvement from when this whole thing started. He pulled the strap off his shoulders and tossed it across the room, back at the door.
Willie stood up and turned his back to John, he began to unfasten and peal his tight jeans and underwear down to his feet. John sat there looking at the boy's sweet little baby bottom, he could see the tan line on the boy's legs and waist, the child's fanny was milky white, and for lack of a better word, it seemed so pure. John raised his hand to the boy's rump, and guided the boy back across his lap. The boy had laid across the man's lap with his legs off the ground and with his hands out in front of him, seeing nothing else to hold on to like Jason and Jon had, Willie wrapped his arms around the man's lower leg and locked his fingers together. John rested his hand on the boy's smooth little bottom, he rubbed his rough hand back and fourth feeling how smooth and firm those little buns were. He rubbed his hand up one cheek and then down the other, pressing harder with each passing, his thumb going in deeper into the ass furrow that laid before him. Whether John wanted to admit it to himself or not, he was always aroused by the feel of a small boy's bottom. At that moment he had realized how long it must have been sense he had spanked a young boy like this, and began to wondered why that thought had entered his mind.
SLAP! "OWE!" Willie jerked forward, pressing his small pecker against the man's leg. "OH MR. PETERS! NOT THAT HARD!" The boy cried.
SLAP! "OWE! PLEASE NO!" Willie jerked again; his hand flew back to guard his backside.
John grabbed the boy's arm and held it behind the boy's back. SLAP!
"OWE! PPLEAASESS!" Poor Willie had never felt a spanking before and even this soft spanking, by most farm-boy's standards, was more than he thought he deserved. Even John realized that the boy had a low tolerance for pain, he thought he was being too easy on the boy, but by the way the boy was jerking and crying, it made John believe that this must be the boy's first spanking.
SLAP! "OOWWEE! I'M SSOORRYYY!"
Across the yard by the house Sally was hanging out the clothes, when the spanking began. She could hear the boy's cries for mercy, but she could also hear how long between spanks he was receiving them, and she was glad John was not being too hard on the boy. She looked up toward the barn from where she was; Sally could see into the barn door and could see the backside of Willie. She saw when John would smack the boy's bottom, how his feet would fly up and then come back down for the next spank. She could see how John would raise his hand just barely even with his own shoulders and come back down on the child's sore bottom, and then he would jerk again and cry out in pain. Sally knew if John were truly mad at the boy, the spanks would have been a lot harder and faster, she picked up her basket and went back into the house.
John continued to spank Willie for sometime. He had stopped when the boy's bottom was a bright red, as he laid his hand on Willie's sore fanny, he could feel the pulse of Willie's heart as it pumped more blood to the spanked bottom. John sat there messaging the throbbing bottom, hearing the low sobs coming from Willie, he didn't say a word during the spanking and he wasn't going to start lecturing now. As he would rub the sore bottom, Willie would move his butt with John's hand.
Willie lay there, wore out by his first real spanking, grateful that maybe the spanking was over now. He hung his head over the bale of hay breathing out long sobs and moans; his little pecker hadn't gotten hard like before, like it did with Jon spanking him. But as he lay there feeling Mr. Peter's rough hand rubbing his bottom, there was a stirring in his pecker now, Willie began to relax and almost fall asleep. There was a tingling in his bottom now it felt sort of nice, and the heat was almost gone.
"Are you ready to go to work now, son?" John finally asked.
"Sniff. Yes sir." Willie's voice squeaked.
"Alright then, stand up."
Willie stood up but his knees were a little weak, John guided the boy to sit on his lap. John laid his hand on the boy's bare butt and rubbed some more; Willie sat there and leaned against the shoulder of the man who had just spanked him, he liked the way the man's hand felt on his bottom.
"Do you see those stalls?" John pointed around the large barn pointing to empty stalls.
"Yes sir." Willie nodded his head and followed the man's finger around the room.
"I want those stalls cleaned and the rest of this barn picked up; you'll find a 'patty pile' out back of the barn, that's where you can toss all the _s_h_i_t_. Over there is where you'll find a shovel, a rake, and a wheel barrel, you can use those tools to clean the barn with." John then pointed out the door to the other side of the yard, where there was a garage. "I'll be over there working on the tractor, when you're finished here, come and ask me for you're next spanking. Is that clear son?" John lowered his hand and looked at Willie. 'God! This kid looks just like my son!' John thought.
Sniff "Yes sir." Willie ran his arm across his nose.
"Well son you better pull up your pants and get to work. This job should take you about an hour or so, don't take too long and make me come for you. When you're done you come to me!" John stated while poking his finger onto Willie's chest, making sure the boy knew to come and ask for his spanking.
Willie pulled up his pants and began to walk over to the tools; he was snapping his jeans shut when Mr. Peters stopped him.
"Tuck your tee-shirt into you pants son, always keep you shirt tucked in, there's no reason to look like a slob." John was at the barn door pointing back at the boy. Willie did as he was told, he felt this was the wrong man to argue with, beside his mom always told him that too.
John went out the door to work on his tractor, and Willie got his tools and went to work on cleaning the barn. Almost an hour later the barn was clean, Willie had even cleaned out a shower that was in a corner. (On most farms there are small showers in the barns, so that the farmers can shower before they go into their houses. Having a shower in the barn has saved many a farmers lives, mainly from the farmers' wives.) Willie looked around trying to find something else to clean, something, anything to postpone his spanking, but it was all done. He stood by the barn door scared and confused, part of him didn't want a spanking and yet part did. He walked out the door toward the garage. 'How am I suppose to ask for a spanking?' Willie thought. "This is embarrassing." The boy muttered to himself.
John was walking around the tractor when he saw Willie coming to him, he looked at his watch, he was amazed that the boy was coming in less than an hour. He was wiping his hands off with an old grease rag, when Willie walked in behind him.
"Sir?" Willie's voice was breaking. 'How do I ask for a spanking?' Willie asked himself again.
"Yes?" John answered while turning to face him. Willie was shifting from one foot to the other, not knowing how to ask for punishment, was making the kid nervous, the boy kept his eyes down at his feet. "Is there something you need?" John was not going to let this kid off, he felt if a child was told what to do, and then the child should do it.
"Yes sir." Gulp! "I need a spanking?" Poor Willie had to ask for his spanking but wasn't sure how, he thought he was going to start crying any minute now.
"Why do you need a spanking?" John was going to make this kid admit it.
Poor Willie was shifting his feet so much he looked like he had to go to the bathroom. "Oh! Mr. Peters can't you just spank me and get it over with?" Willie was about to pitch a fit, having to ask for a spanking and now saying why, when Mr. Peters knew why. Willie felt Mr. Peters was being unfair, it seemed to Willie that the man wanted him to beg for a spanking.
"I asked you why?" John's voice was a little sterner now; he wanted the kid to know why he was being spanked.
Willie looked back down at his feet and pouted. "Because I went fishing on your land, without asking permission?" His heart sank he knew that was why and now he was going to get it.
John put down the rag he had and walked over to Willie, he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and guided him back to the barn. "Well let's see what kind of job you did on my barn."
"I did my best. I've never cleaned a barn before." Willie was hopping that if he did a good job and tried to be as polite as possible, maybe Mr. Peters would be a little easier on him this time.
"I thought you were renting the Old Miller farm down the road?"
"No sir. Just the house."
"Oh I see. So if you don't farm, what does your mother do?" They had just reached the barn, and went inside, John began to look around.
Willie stopped by the door. "She writes things for people, I don't know what they are, but sometimes she has to go away on business and I have'ta stay with one of her friends." Willie watched the man as he looked inside each stall.
"Well for someone who has never cleaned a barn before, you did a _d_a_m_n_ good job." John could see where the boy had missed some places but saw no reason to nit-pick the kid. As he turned to face the boy he saw the shower in the corner was clean too. "You cleaned my shower? My wife won't even touch that anymore it had gotten so bad!" John walked up to the boy and placed his hand back onto the boy's shoulder, and turned the boy around to face toward the house. "Thank you, it looks pretty darn good. Now then after your spanking, I want you to move that woodpile, that's by the house over there, and put it over here by the barn."
Willie looked and saw a pile of firewood that ran along the south side of the house, it was a pretty good size pile. He then turned to look at where he was suppose to put the wood, by the barn. "May I use the wheelbarrow to move it?"
"Yes. But I want a proper woodpile, just don't throw the logs here, I want them stacked just like they are now."
"Yes sir." Willie looked up at the man nodding his head. "Do I have'ta get spanked now?" Mr. Peters was being nice, even though he spanks hard, but after talking to the man Willie was beginning to like him. "Please Mr. Peters? I promise not to do it again. Please Mr. Peters? I swear to God I'll be good. I'll work for you, I'll do anything!" Willie was beginning to cry again. "I just don't want a spanking! Pleasssee!" Willie put his arm around the man's waist and hugged him with everything he had, he was crying again, begging the man for mercy.
John just stood there, and put his arms around the boy's head and returned the boy's hug. He didn't say a word he just held on to the crying boy. He knew he couldn't give in to the boy.
"T-the g-g-g-guys s-s-said I-I was a m-m-momma's boy! B-because I d-don't like b-being sp-spanked." Willie pushed himself away from John and looked up at the man. Sniff! "I-I'm not a-a m-m-momma's boy!" He ran his arm across his running nose. "If I-I got it coming. Then I can do it!"
John looked down at the boy and smiled. "Your right! You've got it coming, and I know you can do it son." John placed his hand on Willie's shoulder. "And I think you just realized what it means to be a man." John couldn't help but be proud that this boy just grew up right in front of him, and that he had something to do with it. "I say let's get to it now."
Willie saw in the man's eyes that he was proud, and that made Willie feel a whole lot better about what was about to happen to him. He felt he was going to show this man that he wasn't a crybaby and that he could take his licks, just like Jason and Jon, he just hope it wouldn't be with the strap. "Yes sir. I'm ready."
John led the boy back into the barn; he sat down on the bale of hay and watched as Willie began to unsnap his jeans. Willie pushed his jeans and shorts down to his feet then laid across the man's lap, he squirmed around until he had his arms wrapped around Mr. Peters' leg and his own legs were off the ground. John watched as the boy put himself into position, his eyes never leaving the small, still pink, baby butt that was waiting for his hand. When Willie finished moving around, John placed his hand on the boy's cheek and began to rub a little, his thumb moving deeper into the ass furrow. Then....
SLAP! Willie jerked forward, but bit his lip. The first spank had stung him, but he suppressed his cry. John heard the small grunt from the boy; he figured that the first spanking the boy got, he was probably crying and screaming more out of fear then pain.
SLAP! The spanks were really hurting, but Willie wanted to take it like a man and tried his best not to cry.
SLAP! Willie gave out with a gasp, tears were beginning to flow, but he refused to cry.
SLAP! John was impressed by how well the boy was taken his spanks this time, he noticed that after just four pretty hard spanks the boy's bottom was already turning a bright red.
SLAP! Poor Willie was gasping with each spank, he was moaning and tears flowing down his face, he couldn't help but cry a little.
SLAP! John was having to spank from one cheek and then back to the other, he was trying to spread the redness all around.
SLAP! John's own pecker was getting pretty hard, the sight of this freshly spanked boy's butt, and the way Willie kept jerking with each spank, it was like the kid was humping the man.
SLAP! "OWE!" Willie had reached his limit, and he had to cry out. Willie didn't understand it his little _d_i_c_k_ was getting hard, the thought of him laying with his pants down being spanked was beginning to arouse him.
SLAP! "Ouch!" Willie began remembering the small boy he saw getting spanked at his new school. How the teacher took the first grader into the storage room, thinking it was empty, and pulled the boy's pants and shorts down to spank the small boy. Willie was sent into the room to get some office supplies, and when the teacher came in he ducked behind some boxes to watch.
SLAP! "OWE! Oh Please Mr. Peters!" Willie's hand finally flew back to guard his bottom. "I swear sir! I won't do it again!" Willie realized that he was saying the same thing that the first grader was saying in the storage room.
SLAP! "OWWWEE!" John had pinned the boy's arm to his back. "Oh I'm sure you won't do it again."
SLAP! "OOUUCHH!"
"Will you?"
"No sir! I swear I won't!" SLAP! "I SWEAR I WON'T!"
And then the hardest of the bunch. SMACK!! "AAIIEEE!!" Willie arched his back and raised his legs up tightening his bottom. "PLEEassE MR. PETERS!"
John placed his hand on the throbbing bottom, and began rubbing the little red cheeks; he was finished with the boy's spankings. He could feel the pulse of the boy's blood as it ran through the sore cheeks, the heat as it radiated from the skin, and how the small bottom had swollen to the point where one cheek filled the palm of his hand.
Willie's head was hanging low, the blood rushing to his head caused him to feel his own pulse in his head, and he was becoming dizzy. He felt the rough hand again, going back and fourth, on his bottom. As Mr. Peters' hand would move so would Willie's butt, he wanted his bottom to stay inside that hand, but he just didn't understand why. Nor did he understand why he had a desire to suck on his thumb, Willie felt so young now almost like a baby, he wanted to be caressed and cuddled. More than anything else he wanted to please Mr. Peters, he wanted to be a good little boy for this man.
John had been rubbing the boy's butt for a while; he had lost track of time, he saw that the redness was almost gone. He could hear that Willie had stopped crying, but he didn't remember how long ago he had stopped crying, and that the boy's breathing was steady as if asleep. "You ready to go to work now son?" John asked, as he patted the little bottom.
Willie had been lying there, on the verge of sleep, enjoying the loving rub down that the farmer was giving his sore bottom. He felt so little now; oh and how he loved it when Mr. Peters called him son. He pushed himself up to look at the man in the eyes. "Yes sir." He reached down to pull up his pants, and as he stood, he looked Mr. Peters in the eyes again. "I'll do a good job. I swear!" He then began to tuck his tee shirt into his pants, still standing in between the man's legs.
"I know you will." John then patted the boy's bottom and sent him to his chores.
Sally had looked out her kitchen window and saw Willie moving the woodpile, one wheelbarrow load at a time; she watched the boy struggle with the weight of wood in the wheelbarrow. On about the fourth or fifth trip for wood she stepped outside, on the back patio with two glasses of lemon aid, and sat down on the back steps and waited for Willie to come back. As the boy came around the house with the empty wheelbarrow, she could see the sweat pouring off his young face; the boy's tee shirt was filthy from all the work he had done today.
"Come here Willie." She said as she held up a glass of lemon aid.
Willie walked up to Mrs. Peters and took the glass. "Thank you ma'am."
Sally took the boy by the waist and turned him around, she sat him down on her lap and took a kitchen rag from her apron and began to wipe the sweat and dirt from the boy's face. "Are you doing a good job for my husband?"
Willie had drunk half the glass before coming up for air. 'Gasp!' "I'm doing my best."
"Well that's all he wants." Sally hugged the boy and Willie returned the hug.
"Hey! My ears are burning! Someone must be talking about me." John had walked around the patio and caught the last part of their conversation. "Did you save any of that lemon aid for me Will?" John sat down on the steps, with his wife and the boy.
"Oh you hush! Here's your glass." Sally handed him the second glass. They all sat there visiting for a while; Willie couldn't see why everybody at school called Mr. Peters, 'Old Man Peters'. He wasn't old and wasn't anywhere near as mean as everyone said he was, sure he spanks hard, but he wasn't mean, Willie was really beginning to like the Peters.
John slapped Willie's knee. "Ok partner. Do you see that tin shack in that field?" John was pointing out toward an empty field. "That's what we call a pump house."
"Yes sir?"
"When dinners ready, you come and get me."
"Yes sir." Willie had just realized, that he had said 'yes sir and ma'am' more times today then any other day he could remember. He liked these people. His mother said he was too old to sit in her lap, but Mrs. Peters let him sit in hers'. His mother told him that people who hit and spank kids were bad and mean, but Mr. Peters wasn't either, more than anything he wanted to be a good boy for these people. And when he was with Mr. Peters, he wanted to be a good little boy, this feeling didn't disturb him, and he sort of liked it.
John went out to the field and Willie went back to his chores. It was about an hour later when Sally came out the back door and called.
"WILLIE!"
Willie put down the wheelbarrow and ran up to the house. "Yes ma'am?"
Sally smiled down at the boy. "You go get Mr. Peters. It's time for dinner." She turned the boy and patted his bottom, and sent him on his way.
Willie returned with Mr. Peters and they had dinner. Willie couldn't believe how much food there was, there was fried chicken and mashed potatoes and beans, he didn't eat this much for supper. About a half-hour later he was back at work on the woodpile, he couldn't believe how long it was taking him; he wasn't even half way done yet. At two o'clock Sally came out of the house and saw how dirty the boy was getting.
"Willie come here." Sally was walking toward the barn.
The boy stopped what he was doing and came running up to her. "Yes ma'am?"
She guided the boy into the barn. "You are a mess!" She reached down and began to take the boy's shirt off. "You're going to take a shower and I'm going to wash your clothes! I am not sending you home looking like this!" She had pulled the tee shirt over the boy's head.
Willie was becoming a little scared. "T-that's o-ok Mrs. Peters."
"No it's not ok! Now sit down!" She had pushed a little so the boy would sit on the bale of hay behind him. When he had sat down she took off his shoes and socks and put them with his shirt in a pile. "Alright then, stand up now."
Willie stood and she reached out for his jeans, he pushed her hands away. "P-please Mrs. Peters! I-I'm a big boy, I can do it." The boy was barely whispering, he wasn't so sure if it was right for this lady to see him naked.
"WILLIE!" Sally was shocked that this boy pushed her hands away. "Don't you ever push me away again!" She had placed her hands on her hips as she was kneeling on the dirt floor. "Do you understand me!"
"Yes ma'am." Willie lowered his head in shame, he was utterly embarrassed.
Sally unsnapped the boy's jeans and pulled them and his underwear down, then off. "I've seen many a naked boy so don't be bashful with me."
"Yes em." Willie could feel the cool air in the barn on his skin, this time all over, not just on his small butt. He was still embarrassed standing there naked, he felt like crying, tears were even forming in his eyes.
Sally saw the tears forming. "Willie do you want me to give you something to really cry about?"
Willie knew she meant to spank him, if he didn't stop pouting. He ran his arm across his nose and sniffed. "No ma'am."
She put her hand to the boy's face. "Willie, you've been a good boy for me all day, don't ruin it now baby."
Willie put his hand to hers', he liked to soft feel of her skin, he was beginning to feel like a little boy again, it was a feeling he was beginning to enjoy. "I'm sorry. I'll be good."
"Good! Now you take your shower and I'll go get you a towel and one of Mr. Peters' tee shirts." She gave him a small pat on his bare bottom, and then she picked up all of the boy's clothes and left the barn.
Willie got into the shower and was washing everywhere he could think of. As he was washing his small prick he began to remember the first grader he saw being spanked in the storage room at school. And that little pecker of his was hard enough to go through wood as he began to jerk off. The memory of the bright red little bottom and how the teacher was rubbing his sore ass, he remembered how the boy's butt would move as the hand would rub back and fourth. Just as he heard footsteps coming into the barn he had his dry orgasm. He quickly turned the water on cold, to help kill his hard on. It was Mrs. Peters returning with a towel and shirt for him. He stepped out of the shower and she dried him off and put the over sized tee shirt on the boy, it hung down past the boy' knees. They then went into the house where Willie was seated at the kitchen table and given an old coloring book.
"Now you sit there and wait for you clothes to finish." She handed him some crayons and then went about her housework. It was about 30 minutes later Mr. Peters came to the back door and told Willie to tell his wife he was going to take a shower, and if she could bring him some clean clothes. Willie ran upstairs and told her, she sent Willie back to the table as she got his towel and clean clothes.
"I thought farmers worked until sundown?"
Sally had just walked into the kitchen as the boy asked this question. "Mr. Peters promised to take me to supper tonight and do some shopping, so he's finishing up early." She patted his head as she walked by to deliver her husband's clothes. When she returned, she took the boy's clothes out of the washer and laid them out by the stove so they would dry quicker, she then went back upstairs to finish her housework.
End of part two