Please refer to previous Go West Young Man for background.
Jer found himself alone on the trail, heading ever West. He had managed to obtain decent clothing, although he wore no shoes (which was not unusual for a young boy during that time). His red gingham shirt was just a bit big. He had on a pair of Ed's old trousers, and they were much too long, and were very hot, but as they were the only thing he had on below his waist, he held them up as best he could, and continued to walk, ever West.
He came to a river, and looked for some sort of crossing, but could see none. He must have walked two miles looking for a way across, all to no avail. He thought he could swim across, as the water looked to be rather calm. Entering the water, he quickly found that the current was much swifter than he had thought. He struggled to keep his head above water, and, of course, could not hold onto his beloved trousers. He felt them sliding down, ever down, until they were twisted around his ankles, serving as an almost anchor. He kicked his feet, and they broke free. Able to use his legs, he was finally able to make it across the river. Exhausted, he lay on the grass.
He apparently had fallen asleep in the hot sun, for when he awoke, he felt pain on the back of his legs, and on his butt. He realized that he was now sporting a very red sunburn. He groaned, but in a way was happy that his butt was red, and not his privates! He stood, and pulled the gingham shirt down as far as it would reach, which covered his bottom except for the lower inch or two, and would have covered him in front, except that the lower button was missing, and although the length would cover him, the lack of a button caused the shirt to fly open whenever he walked.
He continued on until he came to a small town (which had a bridge over the river). If he had only walked further! He couldn't go into town, dressed the way he was, but he was so hungry, that he knew he had to do something. Momentary flashes of his stay with the Reverend, and his full belly almost made him want to turn back. Almost.
He waited until dark, and tried to sneak into town, perhaps he could find a piece of material, or some discarded clothing? He remembered the results of stealing something before, and did not wish to do that again! Whenever he got close to any sort of outbuilding, dogs would bark warnings, and he would have to run back to the woods.
He was starving! The exercise, and swimming had taken any caloric reserve from his body, and he just had to get something to eat.
It was now well into the wee hours of the morning, and he slowly snuck back into town, walking in the shadows of the buildings, a bright moon lighting his way. He walked to the rear of a restaurant, hoping to find some garbage to eat, but there was none, the roving pack of dogs having devoured everything.
Feeling along the windows, he found an unlocked one. Knowing that he could get into trouble for breaking into a building, he also knew that he had to find something to eat. He climbed up onto a box, shoving up on the heavy window frame, he was able to get his head and shoulders through, before the window crashed down on him, pinning him there. Nothing he could do could move the window. He couldn't go in, nor out. In his efforts to shove up with his legs, he knocked the box over, and now hung there, top half in, nude bottom half out.
He must have fallen asleep. He was awoken by a woman's scream. "What the hell are you doing there?" a tall, thin woman, probably in her early 30's, carrying a very large shotgun asked him.
Jer couldn't answer anything. He knew there was no answer for what he had done. He tried to tell her he was sorry, that he was starving. She said she would have to let the Marshall figure that one out. She then noticed through the window that he was naked, his kicking legs showing off, as well as his little red bottom. Seeing that the boy couldn't move, she put down the gun, and walked outside, staring at the boy, her face just about level with his butt. Walking back into the restaurant, she looked around, and found what she wanted, a large butter paddle, a wooden paddle with many holes in it, used to stir milk into butter. Holding it in front of the boy's face, she said "I think the Marshall's office doesn't open for a while. I guess I'm gonna have to take the law into my own hands for a while."
She turned, and went outside. The boy's bottom was hanging in front of her, somewhat higher than a normal punishment position, however, by being higher, she figured quickly that she could bring overhand strokes right down onto the boy. Raising the paddle over her shoulder, she brought it crashing down onto his already sore from sunburn bottom. She could hear a muffled cry, but due to the fact that his screaming part was inside, and his spanking part was outside, she could whack away, whithout really drawing any attention. Soon, the entire area of the top of the boy's butt was a brilliant red, with blue marks showing through from the holes in the paddle. She was disappointed that she could not easily reach the lower, more tender "sit spot" which from personal experience at the hand of her father, she knew would cause much more grief for the boy. She looked around, and found the box he had been standing on. Standing on it, she was able to swing the paddle in a horizontal motion, and thus connect with his bottom cheeks, which she proceeded to blister until she could not hold the paddle anymore. The boy's butt was beyond red. There were bruises forming already, as she looked at him.
Going inside, she found the boy to be sobbing to the point of choking, a puddle of tears on her wooden floor.
"That is just a reminder of what happens to youngsters who try to steal from honest, God fearing people!" She left, and went to the barn out back, where she picked up some "useful" items. Returning to him, she told him to hold out his hands, which she proceeded to tie together. She then went outside, and grabbed his right leg, tying a robe around his ankle. She did the same with another rope to his left ankle. Then, humming, she walked to the end of the building, and threw the rope from his right leg up, over a clothes line that was there. Pulling on the rope, she pulled his leg way out to the side. She did a similar act with his left leg, using a convenient rain gutter. The boy was now "spread eagled" in front of her. She studied at close range his hairless bottom, taking hold of his penis, she pulled it down, amazed at seeng a circumcised penis for the first time. "Certainly different than anything I've ever seen" she thought. She could see that the boy was pre pubescent, his hairlessness, and size telling her this. What could he be doing out without clothes on, stealing from people? Anger returned to her, and she gave his dangling testicles a sharp squeeze. Grabbing the small riding crop that had hung in the unused barn for many years, she studied the boy's nether hole. The widwly spread cheeks showed a hairless brown hole, stretched to show an inner layer of pink. This was her target! Raising the crop, she brought it down over his back hole, then quickly followed with an uppercut on the same place. She proceeded to alternate strokes, up and down, until reddness overpowered the other colors. Sweat poured from the boy's body as she turned her attention to he inside of his butt crack, the whiteness shoing in stark contrast to his red and blue cheeks. Soon that area also was bright red.
The perineal area between a boy's back hole and ballsack was an especially sensitive area, and he now directed her attention there. She observed the boy's motions and screams diminishing, and felt that she just might be getting through to him.
She ended the punisment with a series of swift flocks of the leather against his dangling scrotum, awakening pain that the boy had not known before.
She went into the kitcen and returned with a pan of lard, which she proceeded to rub over the boy's inflamed buttocks, down his crack, and finally rubbing some into and around his back hole. She was surprised at the reaction the boy had, his penis becoming erect as she stopped, in disgust.
She left to find the Marshall, leaving him hanging from her window, a stirring display, which soon attracted two boys, who, seeing that nobody was around, proceeded to fondle the boy's penis, pulling on his ball sack until nature had taken its course. Laughing, they quickly stole away, the shameful stain running down the side of the building, further evidence to the Marshall that this was some sort of really weird boy, who needed and deserved punishment for his acts. He cut the ropes, and pulled the boy out, shoving him forward toward the town's small jail.
to be continued...