It was summer on the ranch, and there was plenty of work to do. I shared a bunkhouse with three other guys. We all worked hard, except for Jake. He would sleep in, and often when we were working hard, you'd see Jake skinny dipping in the pond, or relaxing under a shade tree.
One day when Jake was skinny dipping, the three of us came up with a plan. These two other ranch hands are real big guys. When Jake wasn't looking, we took away all his clothes, except for his cowboy boots. He comes out of the pond, and is, nervously, looking all over the place for his clothes. The three of us finally emerge, looking over Jake's naked body. "you bastards, where are my clothes." "You'll get them back in due time," the biggest ranch hand replies, "but first some punishment is in order!" He takes off his shirt, exposing his muscular, hairy torso, adjusts his cowboy hat, and goes for Jake.
Jake is stunned, tries to run, but too late! He feels the powerful arm come around him, and is led to a stool, and is quickly placed across this powerful cowboy's lap. Immediately his large, caloused hand connects with Jake's tender bottom. The red imprint of his hand is aparent. Jake gets spank after spank, as we see him squirming, his legs kicking wildly.
The other ranch hand emerges with a rough board from the woodshed, and says, "It's my turn!" Jake now is experiencing a serious paddling. That formerly, lilly white fanny is now bright red, and he is kicking wildly.
Now is my turn. The two guys put two hay bales on top of each other, and hold Jake over them, as I take out my knife, and cut a long switch from a willow tree. I sit in fron of Jake, and make him watch me cut off all the leaves. I bend it in front of him, and now Jake is begging. I walk behind him and give a full swing "swoosh" to his already red butt. This time, a welt appears. I give the naughty farm hand enough whacks, that welts are criss crossed, all over his ass.
Finally we finish, and Jake is sobbing and humbled. He asks for his clothes, and we deny his request. With nothing on but his cowboy boots, he runs across the farm to the bunkhouse. Incidently, the lady of the house was having her friends over for a coctail party, and Jake had to streak past them.
Jake worked hard after this experience.