A Summer Farm Boy

by Robert

One summer when I was 13-years-old, my mother and stepdad decided that it would be "good for me" to spend a couple of months with my uncle on his farm. Actually it wasn't really my uncle, but more of a "friend of the family." The farm was located in Missouri in rolling rolls and it was actually a pretty nice place.

There were a couple of ponds and a river where a neighbor and I would sometimes skinny dip. He loved to swim naked and I quickly decided that I didn't want to be a sissy, so I would strip down and jump into the water naked just like my friend. Generally we had our swimming area to ourselves, but occasionally someone would come alone and that was a little embarrassing, especially if we were out of the water and sun bathing in the nude.

My uncle lived alone on the farm except for a couple of farm hands who weren't very reliable. Sometimes they would show up for work and sometimes they wouldn't. My uncle wasn't married. He claims he "never had time for no woman." He was a pretty big guy, standing about 6 ft. 4 in. and had the strength of two men. He told me right away that he would strict with me if I didn't do my chores properly. I didn't like it, but my parents had given him permission to spank me. "On the bare butt if he needs it," my stepdad said rather loudly on the phone one afternoon.

The farmhouse was two stories. I slept on the second floor and my "uncle" was on the first floor. The two farmhands slept out in the small, but tidy bunkhouse.

Things went well for the first few days. Then one afternoon my uncle caught me throwing rocks at the cows. By the look on his face, I knew that I was into big trouble. "Robert!" he yelled, "that's a stupid ass thing to do!"

"I'm sorry, sir," I said. "I won't do it again."

"Sorry won't get you any place here, Robert," he said. "Come with me to the barn."

As we walked to the barn, he didn't say anything. I figured that was not a good sign. You can bet that I was very nervous, wondering, of course, if he would spank me with my pants down. Finally we reached the barn. He pushed me inside and then closed the large wooden doors. They made an eerie sound before slamming shut.

Then he looked at me, "I guess'n you need your little butt spanked, don't you?"

"Please, sir," I pleaded. "I promise never to throw rocks again."

"Never you mind," he answered. "Just get your jeans off."

Well, I didn't have much of a choice, not with this huge man staring down at me. So I began unbuttoning my jeans. And gave them a tug. They fell to my ankles. I looked down and saw my Fruit of the Loom briefs now visible for my "uncle" to see. This was a first. He had not seen my underwear before. And I was a little embarrassed. Then he told me to put my "hands up." I did. Then he grabbed my white t-shirt and pulled it off. Now my little white underpants were totally exposed. And now I was really embarrassed.

But the worst was yet to happen.

"Get out of them duds," he told me. When I hesitated, he said, "Robert, you're not deaf. Get yer clothes off."

Oh my. This was getting bad. But I didn't dare disobey. I struggled with my shoes and socks and then stepped out of my jeans. Now I was standing there in the barn in my underpants--nothing else. And I couldn't help but notice how much he was staring at me!

Then he broke a spell of silence. "ALL of your duds, Robert. Get them little underpanties off."

Oh, my!!! I was so embarrassed. But I obeyed. Slowly I lowered my briefs--all the way down. And off.

Now I was naked. And he was really staring at me.

Then he took me by the hand and we walked across the barn to a bale of hay. He sat down and quickly tossed me across his lap. This was so humiliating. So embarrassing. Naked over his lap. And about to be spanked.

Then suddenly the spanking commenced."Naughty, naughty, boy!"

"Shame on you, Robert!"

"You were a naughty, naughty little boy!"

He spanked my little bare bottom like it had never been spanked before. Over and over again. From one naked cheek to the other. Back and forth!!!!!

Finally the spanking stopped. My butt was really sore. Red as can be. Fire engine red, in fact.

Then he said, "Robert, pick up your clothes." When I started to put them on, he yelled, "No, you don't. Just follow me."

Well, this was really embarrassing! He made me walk naked up to the farmhouse, perhaps about 200 meters away. Naked as a jay bird! And, as luck would have it, the two farmhands saw me. I had to walk right by them.

When we got to the farmhouse he gave me another spanking in the kitchen. Then another spanking in the living room. Then up to my bedroom where he gave me still another spanking. Then he told me to "get yer underpanties on, but nothin' else."

So for the rest of the day and evening I was dressed in just my underpants, my little Fruit of the Looms. Just before bedtime, however, I was allowed to get my pajamas on. So that felt a little more normal.

In the morning I came downstairs in my pajamas. He playfully grabbed me and pulled my p. j. bottoms down. "My goodness, Robert. Your little bare fanny is still red."

I received one more spanking that summer. But that's another story.