Please read previous Go West Young Man stories for background.
Jer headed West, down the dusty trail, his butt redder than the red shirt he wore, which was his only article of clothing. He walked for most of the morning, stopping only to grab a drink of water from the various streams he passed, and to relieve himself whenever nature called. Noon found him famished, and he could not even remember the last time he had eaten. He sat on some moss underneath a large Elm tree, and fell asleep in the warm sun, without even thinking about it. He was awakened by the sound of a horse, and opened his eyes to find a large lady looking down at him, a rifle slung loosely over her arm. It was obvious that she couldn't figure out what a young mostly naked boy was doing sleeping under a tree. Jer stood up, and heard the sound of several high pitched voices and giggling. He saw a buggy with three young girls in it, and they were pointing at him and giggling. He suddenly realized that his shirt was not covering his penis, and quickly put his hand over it. The woman asked him just exactly he was doing there, and what had happened to his butt. He tried to tell his story, but it was pretty clear that the lady did not believe him. When he started to cry, and said how very hungry he was, she finally gave in, and allowed him to climb into the back of the buggy with the girls, and proceeded for an hour or so down the road, finally turning into a little lane and stopping at a small log cabin type of home. The girls quicly jumped out, and unhitched the horses. The lady pushed Jer in front of her, and once inside the home, gave him a big glass of buttermilk, and some shortbread. He thought it was the finest meal that he had ever had. Once he was finished, he retold his story. While the woman did not appear to believe him, she did seem to want to help him. She gave him an old apron to wear, which at least covered his front, although his bottom was still exposed. She told him he could stay in the barn for a day or so untl he got his strength back, but then he would have to leave. She told him also that he could help with the chores to earn his keep.
Jer followed her to the barn, where she showed him a pitchfork, and the manure pile, and told him to clean out the stalls, and to sweep out the barn, while she finished some business with her daughters. Jer got to work, and was mostly through cleaning the stalls, when he heard a cracking noise followed by a cry. This was repeated several times. Jer's sense of curiosity was raised, and he quiety walked back to he cabin, and stole a peek into a window which was off of the front porch. He saw three little girls standing naked from the waist down, facing their mother, who had her back to the window. They were all holding onto their bottoms as if they might fall off. The mother told them to just go up to their loft and go to bed, as she was angry with them all. Jer watched as they turned, and the three little red butts climbed a ladder to their loft. He quickly ran back to the barn, and finished the stalls. He was just sweeping up, when the lady came in. She commented on the nice job he was doing, and then walked over to a large post and took a piece of harness off of a hook. Jer watched her out of curiosity, wondering if she as going to harness a horse, or ask him to do so. She walked up to him, and looking down at him asked him if he had enjoyed the show. At first, he honestly did not know what she was talking about, but then realized that she must have somehow seen him peering into the window. He started to apologize, when she shushed him, and said that he was just making it worse. She told him to bend over a straw bale. He looked at the strap in her hand, and the look on her face, and did exactly what she ordered. She moved his apron apart a bit, and then just laid into his already striped butt with her strap, until he was crying, and beating his hands into the straw. She liked to hit in just one spot, and hit in the tender area along the line where his butt ended and his thigh began. Over and over the strap landed, and over and over he cried out in pain. Finally, she stopped, and told him to get up. His hands immediately found his butt, and started to rub it furiously, kneading his cheeks in a vain attempt to relieve the burning pain.
She told him that he could stay one night, but that he must be gone by daybreak, or she would whip him in front of her daughters. She then had him follow her to the kitchen, where she gave him some more buttermilk, a half a loaf of bread, and some sort of cheese. He tried to apologize, but she slammed the door in his face. He tok his meal back to the barn, and had to stand to finish it, as his bottom was just too sore. He laid down, and fell fast asleep. He was awakened by the crowing of a rooster, and quickly slipped out of the barn, and again headed West, his bare butt hanging out of his apron. He put his hands on his butt cheeks, and rubbed them as he walked, pulling the cheeks apart, and enjoying the feeling of the cool morning air on his little hole. He walked on, ever West, holding his sore cheeks open, and whistling a tune, a full stomach, and still warm butt making him feel like he could somehow manage on his own. Off he went, ever West.