This is the first of a 26 part story.
I could tell by the look on his face that the boy knew he was in trouble. When he realized that the gate was closed he began to look around, presumably for me. He had been on this farm enough times to know that the only way in and out for any vehicle was through this gate, but now it was closed and locked. I had to smile in amusement at his obvious concern. I also smiled with pleasure; the boy was so charming to see in this situation.
He stood crouched over the seat of his fivewheeler, hands tightly gripping the handlebars, and his deep blue eyes searching in vain to find either a way out, or me. From my vantage point behind the large oak I took great pleasure in watching this 15 year old boy wearing old denim jeans that should have been thrown away a year ago, but instead, the legs had been torn off and now he wore them snuggly as a pair of Daisy Dukes. His very large white T-shirt was torn in many places, and the tail was ripped off so it fit him as a middrift top, without sleeves. He wore work boots, white socks rolled down to the ankles, and a gold ROLEX watch on one wrist, a leather friendship bracelet on the other. His red hair shined like new copper as the late afternoon sun flickered in and out of it as it filtered through the trees.
As I stepped out from my hiding place and into full view, he saw me and sat down on the seat and dropped his eyes to the front fender. He was caught red-handed, and had no chance of explaining his way out of this predicament. I approached and peered into the bed on the back of his new toy. Eight large, green, ripe watermelons peered back at me.
"Those are some nice watermelons you got there, boy," I commented as I stepped up beside him.
He turned to me and began to talk 90 miles a minute, "I'm sorry, Cowboy, Sir. I know I shouldn't have taken 'em, but I need to buy a new tire and I knew you had plenty of watermelons and they was ready to be picked and I figured I would just borrow some to sell so I could get me a tire, and then I was gonna pay you back for 'em. I promise I was. Honest, Cowboy, I was really gonna pay you for 'em, sir, I swear I was, and I will. I promise I will, sir. I wasn't stealin' 'em sir, I was just sorta borrowin' 'em 'til I could get some money to pay you back."
"You hush up, boy, and turn that _d_a_m_n_ed engine off. I can't hardly hear myself, much less you." He quickly turned the key off and sat motionless, staring straight ahead. "get off." I commanded, and he looked at me for a second, then he climbed off and stood next to me, staring at the ground at his feet. I climbed onto the seat, turned the key and started the engine up. As he looked up at me, I motioned for him to step up onto the running board. I reached for the gear lever, put it into forward and said, "hold on, boy." He put his right arm behind me and gripped the back of the seat as I wheeled sharply to the right and headed back in the opposite direction from the gate, back toward the scene of the crime.
I knew Jeffery wasn't a bad boy. His parents were killed a few years back, and he had lived with his Granny for a year, then he had moved here at 14 years old to live with his brother, Jack, and his wife and their three little girls. I had met him that first week he was here, and invited him to come with Jack's girls for a swim. He was very attentive to his nieces, and they sure seemed to love him. He was friendly, respectful, and likeable. He had worked for me on several occasions on the farm, and even helped me plant the watermelons. He had seen this John Deer gator parked out by the road and stopped to ask how much the folks wated for it. He gave them a $20.00 deposit from what he earned working for me, and then he went to work at the packin' shed for the summer, earned enough money to buy it, and paid it off.
I also knew that Jeffery knew MY reputation as a strict disciplinarian, and I was sure he was concerned for the safety of his butt. He had good reason to be concerned.
Just as we neared the watermelon patch, I veered off to the left. Jeffery was unprepared for the turn, and nearly fell across my lap as we swung up into the woods on a trail I had just finished cutting that morning. As he regained his stanse, I reached my left arm around him and held him steady, sorta pulling him closer into my side. He just smiled faintly as I said, "maybe I should hang on to you so I don't lose you before you get the chance to pay me back." I knew he wanted to ask where we were going, and I also knew he wouldn't.
We reached a clearing where I had set up a campsite, and I stopped and turned off the engine. He stepped off the side and began to look around as I explained,"this is campsite number 5. I just finished it this morning. This is where I was when I heard you come in, so I sneaked down and watched you load up those melons, then I ran ahead and locked the gate, and hid behind a tree waiting for you."
"I'm really sorry, Cowboy. I wasn't gonna steal..."
"You just hush, son." I interupted, and he hushed. " You've already explained it, son, and I do believe you, but you knew when you did it that it was wrong, didn't you?"
"Yessir," he replied, eyes to the ground.
"You look at me when I'm talking to you son. Look directly into my left eye." I continued as he looked at me,"right now the only rights you have is to blink, and breathe. IS THAT CLEAR, SON?"
"Yessir," he mumbled.
I pulled a chair over to him and said, "sit down here, boy," and he sat down."Now, I've gotta decide what to do about this, and I think you might can help. What do you think I oughtta do, son?" I asked.
"Well, I know what I DON'T want you to do." he said meekly as he turned red in the face and looked at the ground again.
"Boy, don't look away from me again. I think I can guess what it is you DON'T want, and that's for me to take my belt off and tear that ass up, right?" I said sorta loudly.
He immediately responded "Nosir, I don't, but Cowboy, Please don't tell Jack about this or he'll make me sell the gator. He didn't want me to get it in the first place, and I know how he is and he'll surely make me get rid of it if he knows about this. PLEASE don't tell him, sir, Please?!", he begged. For the first time since I'd known this boy I saw tears in his eyes, and he began to snif slightly.
I reached into my back pocket and handed him my bandana. "Blow your nose, son." I said, and he answered "Yessir," and blew. "You have just earned another right, son. You now have the right to make a choice. We can go right now and tell Jack what happened, or we can go right now, tell Jack you are spending the weekend here camping and working with me, and come back here. Decide now, son," I demanded.
"What'll happen if I come back here?" he asked hesitantly, and before I could answer, he did. "You gonna wear my ass out with your belt?"
"Yep," was all I said.
"That belt?" he asked, pointing to the one I always wear when I wear pants.
"Yep, and this, too," I replied, holding out my right hand, " and probably a few times with each. Now decide, son. You have 5 seconds," and I turned, climbed onto the gator, but instead of sitting on the seat, I perched on the backrest behind the seat, spread my legs, and indicated for him to sit in the seat. He slowly climbed into the seat, adjusted his feet, started the engine, and off we went, my hands on his shoulders.
He stopped at the gate, I jumped off, unlocked it, and climbed back into position behind his head. He revved the engine, then let it idle down and asked to the side, "what do I need to bring back for the weekend?"
"Just grab them overalls I gave you, son. That's all you'll need," I answered.
"Sir?" he seemed confused.
"Unless you want your brother to see that blistered butt under those skimpy shorts you're wearin'."
"Yessir," he said, and headed home.
Jack was sittin' in the carport when we pulled into the yard, and he got up and said, "I was fixin' to come lookin' for this boy. I wondered where he'd got off to. He knows he ain't sposed to be on the road with that thang, don'tcha boy!?"
"That's MY fault, Jack. I told him to come back on the road so we could bring these watermelons to you without bouncin' 'em all out an bruisin' 'em. These are for you," I said as I climbed down and reached into the bed and got a watermelon out.
"Thanks, Cowboy. That's mighty kind of ya'. How much I owe ya?" he asked.
"Oh, that's already taken care of. If it's OK with you, Jeffery's gonna come back to the farm with me for the weekend and help me load up the rest of 'em and take 'em to the sale."
"That's fine with me. His job at the shed ended last week, and he don't go back to school for another week, and he needs somethin' to do to keep 'im out of mischief."
"Well, I guarantee you this much. I will keep him out of mischief. Yep. I can surely do that," I said as I let my hand slowly fall and come to rest on my belt buckle.
Jack caught my meaning and chuckled as he said, "You probably got exactly what that boy needs, Cowboy."
"Probly so," I said, and smiled back at him. Jeffery came out of the house with a duffle bag, threw it in the back, and I said, "Jeffery, help me and Jack unload these melons.
He looked at me, smiled, and said "Yessir, Cowboy."
Jack said, "Cowboy, just one favor of ya, please. How 'bout YOU drivin' back. I don't like the idea of Jeff drivin' on the road."
"No problem," I responded as I climbed onto the seat, and shifted my leg so Jeffery could stand next to me. To my surprise, instead, he hopped over the back, threw his legs over on either side of me and settled his butt onto the seat back in the same position I had taken for the ride over. As we pulled down the driveway out of site of the house, Jeffery put his hands on my shoulders and slightly squeezed. We turned into my drive, through the gate, and I stopped and said,"Lock it." He said "Yessir." and hopped off and locked the gate. Then he hopped back on in the same position, and off we went to campsite number 5.
As we pulled up into the woods, I stopped the gator, turned off the engine, and got off. Jeffery followed, got his bag, and we walked the 10 feet up to the campsite. "What now?" he asked.
"Put your bag in the tent, son," I ordered, and he did so immediately. "Rules, boy. You have two freedoms. You can breathe, and you can blink. You need MY permission for everything else. I mean EVERYTHING, son. You understand that, boy?"
"Yessir," he replied, looking into my left eye.
"You will do what I say, when I say it, and you won't do ANYTHING unless you ask my permission first. Is That CLEAR?"
"Yessir," he said.
"I mean if you need to fart, you ASK first." He laughed, and I immediately unbuckled my belt. He saw this and turned white in the face, and his smile vanished.
"Now, son. I'm gonna teach you what happens to boys who take things from me that don't belong to them. You turn around, straddle that front wheel of your gator, bend over and hold onto the back rail. Spread your legs out more, boy. Now you just settle in, rest that crotch on that fender and I'm gonna tear that ass up with this belt."
He did as directed, without comment. I drew back and laid one into his tight jeans right across his butt cheeks, and then I said,"Son, when I tell you to do something, you answer me with "YESSIR", and then you do it, Is that clear, boy?" And I laid a second stripe on his ass.
"Yessir!" he shouted as the sting began to spread through his cheeks.
I drew back and released the next five stinging blows in rapid succession, and on the last one he released his hold, reached back and grabbed his ass." Please, no more. I promise I won't do it again, sir. I swear I won't. Please, Cowboy. Please. I swear."
"I know you won't son, and this isn't just to get you to make promises for the future. This is to pay for the past. I ain't through by a long shot, son." and I let another one fall. "Now you squat down on top of that wheel, boy." He hesitated, so I reached out around his waist, grabbed his nuts with my left hand and pulled down as I let another one fly. Then I realized that My hand was really quite full.
"Stand up, boy" I said. He slowly stood, with his eyes on the ground. I popped his ass with another lick as I said. "I told you to look at me when I talk to you. Now you look at ME!" He sowly turned and looked into my eyes, his face red, and tears streaming down his cheeks. I looked down and sure enough, those tight ragged shorts were stretched to the max over a swolen, rockhard crotch.
"Strip," I said loudly, and he nearly fell as he quickly began to unbutton his jeans. I walked over to the firepit and poked the embers that were still hot from the trash I had burned earlier. I looked up as he forced his jeans over his bubble butt, and the sight of his nekkid, red-striped buttcheeks took my breath. "Give me them shorts and that shirt," I demanded, and he immediately brought them to me. I took them from him as he bent down to remove his boots. "No, leave the boots on," I said. I sat down next to the fire with his clothes in my right hand, my belt in my left hand. He stood and looked right into my eyes, as I tossed his shorts and shirt into the hot coals. They immediately burst into flames. "Now come over here, son. I'm gonna show you how to ride Cowboys thigh as I heat up that ass of yours with a good old-fashioned spanking.
As he answered,"Yessir," I noticed his dick jump, and it wagged like a dogs tail held high when he was coming to his master for a treat. I smiled. This was gonna be some weekend!