This story was inspired when I passed a sign advertising an 1850's farm for a tourist attraction. I have been to such attractions before and wished there was one like the one in this story. If you like this story or know of any places like the one in my story please let me know.
George Bender had lived in Patterson, TN all his life and had seen many new things come and go during 16 years. However, the arrival of the History Farm was something he wasn't sure about.
The concept of the History Farm had been around for a long time. With most such places, you could go and tour the farm to see what life was like on a 19th century farm. The difference with this one is that you could pay to live on this farm for as long as you wanted.
George's father (PA - as he liked to be called) had a fascination for 19th century farm life. In fact PA had George and his brothers dress in clothes similar to 19th century and PA was always talking about how a parent could "discipline their boy with a good whipping" in the 19th century. So, it didn't surprise George when his PA made George a week long reservation at the History Farm. However that did not end George's nervousness.
George was standing in front of the entrance building marked "administration building", not sure that he really wanted to go in. However, George knew that there was no getting out of it.
George opened the door and walked in. Upon entering the building he noticed a registration desk in the middle of the room, a room to the north marked "men's locker room" and a room to the south marked "women's locker room". To the east George could see 4 rooms (2 on the north wall and 2 on the south) three of them with numbers and the fourth marked "employee's only". Past the four rooms on the far east wall of the building was a door marked "Farm entrance" above which was a sign that read "DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT BEING PROCESSED. PENALTY FOR ENTERING WITHOUT PROCESSING IS SEVERE."
George walked up to the registration table and got a registration form from the man behind the table. The man behind the table had a nametag that read "Mr. Peterson". George recognized the man as being one of PA's neighbors (and drinking buddy). George proceeded to fill out the form - hair color - brown, eye color - brown, age - 16, height - 5'11", weight - 225lbs - along with questions about George's family, education, work experience, interests, and clothing size. George returned the form to Mr. Peterson who handed a costume to George and gave him a card with his locker number and combination. As George started to go to the "men's locker room" Mr. Peterson said "Have fun in the farm, boy." with a smirk on his face.
George found his locker and changed into his costume. His costume looked like something he had seen in Tom Sawyer or Little House on the Prairie. The pants were black with suspenders connected to them that made an 'X' across George's back when he put them on. The shirt was long sleeve and both the pants and the shirt were made of a flannel type material. The underwear were made of a heavy cotton material. There were no shoes provided so George decided to stay in his sneakers. George returned to the registration desk and was directed to room 101.
Room 101 looked like a classroom with four rows of desks and a blackboard. There were about 10 other people in the room of all ages. George found a seat and shortly after sitting down a man in a suit walked in.
The man said "I am Mr. Davis. I am owner of the History Farm and I will be completing your processing. Children under the age of 18 remain in this room, men over the age of 18 go to room 100, and women over the age of 18 go to room 102."
The room quickly cleared out except for George and two other boys. George recognized the other boys from school. The first was Tim Stevens. George and Tim had History class and PE together and were good friends. George and Tim also got into a lot of trouble together, including most recently skipping school for three days to go camping. The other boy was Bradley Cooper. Bradley was a new boy and was not well liked at school. George new him only because George had stolen his lunch a couple times.
"George Bender let's take care of you first." said Mr. Davis. "Come up here to the front and stand at attention."
George walked up to the front and stood at attention facing Mr. Davis. Mr. Davis looked George over from head to toe and said "George, you have to take your shoes off they are not part of the costume. Leave them here. I will make a note of this infraction. You have been assigned to Mr. William Frierson. Mr. Frierson is single, has a 50 acre farm and has no kids. Here is a map to his home. Proceed there immediately."
With that, Mr. Davis pointed to the door. George went through the door and entered the History Farm.
From this area, George could see almost all of the Farm. The administration building was on a hill overlooking the Farm. George could see a town square and hundred's of houses much like the downtown of a modern day city except there were no cars, telephone polls, or many businesses for that matter. Except for the houses on the edge of the Farm, most of the houses appeared to have one or two acres. The houses on the edge of the Farm looked like they sat on anywhere from 20 - 100 acres. George figured that the Farm took up close to 1000 acres if not more. Looking at the map, George saw that the house he was going to was on the far northeast corner of the Farm and that it was a farm of its own. George figured it was probably a good 20 minute walk.
George made the long walk and found the Frierson farm. The house was one story and had a two story red barn behind the house to the north. George walked up to the front door and knocked. A man opened the door. The man was about 6'3", had a good sun tan, black wavy hair, thin but muscular, and dark piercing eyes. The man was clean shaven and had on clothing similar to George's except that the man did not have suspenders on but did wear a thick brown leather belt.
"You must be George," the man said in a very deep gruff voice "get in here."
George entered the house. The living room was not too big and had a small couch and a couple of padded chairs, there was a hallway leading to the north end of the house and a doorway off of the hallway. George could see down the hallway and into the kitchen.
"I'll show you to your room and then you and I will go to the barn and we'll discuss my rules." The man said to George.
"Y....y....yes." George said nervously.
"YES WHAT?" The man replied with anger in his voice.
"Y....y....yes sir." George replied nervously.
"That's better, I see we'll have to work on your manners too."
George followed the man down the hallway. The door off of the hallway leading East was Mr. Frierson's room. The hallway ended at the Kitchen. The Kitchen had a sink with a water pump, wood burning stove, and a table. There was a cupboard and a door to the North leading outside to the barn. There was a door next to the table leading to George's room.
Mr. Frierson showed George to his room. George's room had a small bed, set of drawer with a wash basin and oil lamp sitting on it, and a small closet that contained a couple more costumes for George.
"Follow me out to the barn." Mr. Frierson said.
George followed Mr. Frierson out to the barn. On the first floor of the barn there was a room (locked) off to the East. To the West there were pen's for animals but the pens were empty. On the second floor was all hay and feed. Out of the North side of the barn encompassing the back of the property was a fence which kept the cows and horses penned up. In between the house and the barn was a clothesline.
Mr. Frierson unlocked the door to the room and opened it. Mr. Frierson lit a lantern and ordered George inside and closed the door behind George. George noticed a couple hay bails stacked in the middle of the room. Hanging on the walls were harnesses and some straps one of which was a razor strap. George noticed some switches in the corner and a couple paddles (George didn't know they had paddles in the 1800's). There were also some saddles on the northern end of the room and a workbence on the western wall of the room.
"Boy sit down on the hay bail." Mr. Frierson ordered.
"Now boy, here are my rules: 1) You will get up on time, come home on time and go to bed on time. 2) You will work on the farm. 3) You will go to school every day and do good in school. 4) You will not smoke, drink, or date. 5) You will call me PA or sir at all times. Any further rules we can discuss later." Mr. Frierson said.
"Yes sir." George replied.
"Now boy, about your being late this afternoon. I was told to expect you at 6:00pm and you didn't show up until 6:30pm. What took so long?" Mr. Frierson asked.
"I left late from the processing center, sir." George replied.
"Yes, I was informed that you didn't follow their costume correctly. It appears you don't follow RULES very well."
"B....b....but sir." George replied nervously, wondering how Mr. Frierson heard about the costume infraction.
"But nothing, boy," Mr. Frierson replied "you have to follow rules."
"Y....y....yes sir." George answered.
"You also will remember to call me sir from now on or else we will have more trips out here this week."
"Y....y....yes sir." George answered.
"Okay enough talk, get up and bend over the hay bails."
George new better than to argue about that (based on his experience with his own PA). George bent over positioning himself so that his but was on the top of the hay bail. The hay bail pressed into his dick and made it itch. George heard the familiar sound of a belt being pulled through belt loops and being doubled over.
A couple seconds went by before George felt the impact of the belt on his but with a resounding THWACK that filled the room.
THWACK .....THWACK.....THWACK.....THWACK......THWACK.....THWACK.
The punishment continued. George felt the burning sensation begin in his ass.
THWACK.....THWACK.....THWACK.....THWACK....THWACK.....THWACK.....THW ACK....THWACK.....THWACK.....THWACK.....THWACK.....THWACK.....THWACK.
"Now boy, that's a good start. I think you can take your pants down now." Mr. Frierson said.
George stood up, took down the suspenders, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. George blushed at being naked in front of a complete stranger especially since his dick was becoming erect.
"No need to blush, boy, It's nothing I haven't seen before. Get back over the hay bails." Mr. Frierson said.
Mr. Frierson put his belt back on and took down one of the paddles.
CRACK.....CRACK....CRACK.....CRACK....CRACK....CRACK....CRACK....CRACK.... CRACK....CRACK.
"That is for being late, boy." Mr. Frierson said putting the paddle back up. "Now for your disrespect." Mr. Frierson said taking down the razor strap.
THWACK.....THWACK....THWACK.....THWACK....THWACK....THWACK....THWACK.....THWACK.
George started crying wishing that this would end.
THWACK.....THWACK....THWACK
"P.....p....please sir. I....I....I'll be g....g....good." George stammered.
"Boy you just earned an extra five for pleading." Mr. Frierson said coldly.
THWACK....THWACK....THWACK....THWACK.....THWACK....THWACK....THWACK.....THWACK......THWACK.....THWACK.....THWACK.
Mr. Frierson finally stopped and put the razor strap back on the wall.
"When you're ready boy, you get back inside and get to bed. Since, you were late, you missed supper. You be up at 4:30pm to do your chores and get ready for school."
George lay there on the hay bail for a few minutes trying to get a look at his burning ass. George slowly got up experiencing a new level of pain. George's dick was dripping pre-cum. George stood in the middle of the room and gave release to his dick leaving a small spot of cum on the floor. George didn't see anything to wipe it up with. George put his clothes back on, went out the door locking the room again and started back to the house.
On the way back to the house, George wondered what school at the History Farm would be like.
(TO BE CONTINUED?)