Those four people continued thinking that morning. Jeb still on his spread down the road and thinking about the night that was coming and having young Aarons bare ass up over his knees to get the spanking the boy needed, Ma while jabbering on her phone to her party-line friends about having to have had to pull down Aarons trousers and underwear and spank him with her ruler at her kitchen table earlier that morning, Aaron just struggling to get his chores done this day with a slightly sore ass from Mas spanking him with her ruler this morning, . . . and then there was Pops. Good old Pops, the oldest of them all and equally feeble if not even more so than Ma, it was Pops who had stopped thinking. It was Pops who had been embarrassed that Ma had had to do what he knew he should have been doing all ago. Pops had brought up his own sons years ago with the old strap. In fact, Pops has three straps: one, hanging in the kitchen; another, hanging out in the shed behind the barn; the third, was in the tool and feed shed out in the fields where they were working this morning.
Why had his wife had to spank Aaron with her ruler? He should have done it for the boy; or, better yet, right after she finished why had he not taken over and tanned his ass better for him? Discipline and spanking? That is a mans work. Sure, or so his thinking went, Jeb could tan Aarons ass harder and probably better, but Aaron was his responsibility. He was the boys great grandpa and, as such, he should have been whipping the boy all along. Pops was no longer thinking. Instead of thinking, Pops was looking and he was looking straight at young Aaron over there about fifty feet, finishing up pitching some hay and feed to the cattle out here. Pops was going to start asserting his own natural authority. No way he was going to let an old woman embarrass him like Ma had done this morning. He would do it!
Aaron, Pops yelled out with his new found determination, Get ya over here. Now!
The young man paused after tossing another bile of straw as he was just finishing up anyway. He rested the pitch fork against his chest, wiped his hands on his pants and looked over at his great grandfather who was yelling for him. He had more straw to toss but it could wait until he knew what Pops wanted. No question the boy was good looking this day, even in his old work clothes this morning; but standing there right then he seemed especially attractive. Aarons hair was matted some with straw specks and dirt in it from pitching the straw into the pens and his clothes were dirty too. He had on a old black and white flannel checkered shirt, rolled up to his elbows. It was open halfway down his chest and exposing his pure tight white tee under it. Aaron liked them tight. This one surely was! His trousers were equally old and unpressed ones completely nondescript. They could have been Pops hand me downs or something from some Thrift Shop in town where ranchers around here often got their work clothes. Actually they looked liked they were a size or two too small but in the field it did not matter none. For sure they were far too short, but for working around the spread, they were fine. Still, they revealed absolutely nothing in up front but seemed to be a bit tight in the back around his buns anyway. Strange ones these were. Aaron was also wearing boots that had more than a little manure on their heals. He looked at Pops and spit out some dirt that had landed on his lips. Was there something Pops needed help with maybe?
But Pops had made a different decision and it was not help he wanted. He was not about to be humiliated by Mas having to have spanked the boy in the kitchen this morning. That was a mans job, his job. He would make that clear!
Yea, Pa, the boy yelled back
Get ya-self over here.
This time the boy sat his pitch fork down against a bale of hay and walked over towards him not being sure what Pops wanted? Yea, Pa? he said as he was still rubbing his hands together to shake off the excess dirt and dust and wiping his hands on his pants.
Yare coming with me, Pops said, turned, and started to walk over towards the old tool shed there.
Why? the boy replied, What you need help with, Pops?
But Pops just kept plodding along slowly and did not answer.
So where we going? What ya need help with, Pops? Aaron tried again.
Over to the shed, just you and me, the old man turned momentarily and told him.
What for, Pa? Aaron asked? You need help with something?
Pops turned again and looked at him curiously. Then Pops turned away again and started walking again. Dont need me no help, boy. Im gonna strap ya. Pops words and tone sounded cold, almost clinical.
Aarons heart stopped dead. He could feel it sink in his chest. Ah, Pops. Why, Pops? he asked the old man I aint done nothing wrong, Pops.
Oh yes you have. Now dont ya start none of that stuff with me, boy, Pops cut him off flat. Youve been sassing your Grandma and me and using all that city boy talk ever since you got here. Time I done my duty it is. I been neglecting ya, but I aint neglecting ya no more. Gonna strap ya a good one, I am. Now you come along with me, boy. Im gonna learn ya.
No way, Pops, Ive been minding ya.
They whys your Grandma having ta whup your ass for ya this morning?
Cause I didnt get up early enough like she told me to. Aaron was walking right beside him now and talking with his hands too. Thats all, he said.
She whupped ya, didnt she? Pops looked at him. They were almost at that old shed he had been heading towards.
Yea, you saw her, Aaron answered. His faced was beginning to show some concern at where this whole conversation was leading. But, gee, I was only a few minutes late and I already got spanked for that, Pops!
No matter, Im gonna whup you too. Pops was at the door of the shed. He fiddled with the old rusty latch and opened it. Now get ya in there. Pops motioned the boy inside. Aaron did not know what to do or to say? He looked at Pops and then inside the dark musty shed. Inside! Pops spoke again. The boy thought about running or even trying to talk his grandfather out of this. He did not think he deserved any of this. He looked back at Pops. You heard me, boy, Pops sounder more angry now, Want me to use me buggy whip on your ass too? Its in here, Pops seemed even more agitated now. There was no getting out of this one now. His ass was going to get whatever Pops had decided to give him. Aaron knew that now for sure.
Aaron gave in, stomped his foot with a move he immediately regretted and hoped Pops had not noticed, and went inside there like Pops had told him to do. Inside Aaron turned and looked at his great grandfather pulling the door slowly shut.
Pops in the meantime had latched that door with the old rusty wire that hung inside it for just that purpose. Aaron just stood still there watching the old man. There was not much light in that shed. The walls were just planks of boards and, as such, a good deal of sunshine came in between them. Still, Pops yanked down on the old cord chain that hung from the single bulb right in front of him and the light came on if only dimly.
Around Aaron was some old, rusty farm tools that looked like they had not been used for years, lots of boxes, some feed, and even more cobwebs. He was standing as far away from his grandfather as the tiny floor space would permit but that was not much. The whole place looked like no one had been inside there in years though he knew Pops had pulled some feed out from in there the other week. There was an old solid-looking work bench with some tools on Aarons right and lots of harnesses and straps were still hanging on the walls all around. Aaron looked over at his grandfather. The old man was pulling down one of the leather straps that were hanging there. The boy watched the old mans every mood as he tried his best to size up what was happening. Pops had a strap in his hand and was cleaning all the dust and cobwebs off it, brushing them off with his hand, while he looked it over real carefully and flexed it a few times in the air. The boy watched him with that strap and felt a big lump forming in the back of his own young throat. Aaron knew immediately that strap could pack a mean wallop if Pops cracked it on his ass. Yes, there was a gulp in his throat and a sinking feeling inside his stomach, but there was also a slight rise in his _c_o_c_k_ when he through of being told to bend over and giving Pops his ass up high for it. This one was going to hurt! Pops spankings, the couple he had already had, did not hurt much at all. Sure, the old man had cracked his ass a few times, but it was more like a game those last couple of times when he had had to go over Pops lap for a spanking. It was embarrassing, yea; but there was also something enticing about it. It was like a game with the old man. This time, this was going to hurt. But, maybe Pops would let him leave his pants up? The worst was always having to get bare naked when they told him too. He should not have to do that. He hated it and all, but when they told him to he had to, he gritted his teeth and he did it. Aaron had no choice and he knew it. His old mom and dad had told him he had to obey his great grandma and grandpa no matter what, so when either of them had told him to bare his ass for them . . . Aaron just did it.
Aarons own parents had never spanked him. They were the modern, city folk who would confine him to his room or ground him from his friends for a week or so. His privileges would come and go all the time it seemed. They would always yell at him, sometimes they would scream, but it was always the same boring lecture over and over again about how much he had disappointed them. At least that was how he saw it. He would sit there on the chair, his face looking down at his lap, and just let them rant on and on. Hey, at least they were consistent, he thought. Most of the time he never actually understood what they were yelling about in the first place. It was not like he was a bad boy or anything like that. He almost never got in any trouble at school or anything like that but he did screw up sometimes especially after school and around the house and all, like all boys his age did, and he knew it. When he did, he would get that same yelled at lecture all over again and afterwards he would be spending time in his room. It was just something he had always had to put up with.
With his great grandpa and grandma this summer though, it had been different. He had never gotten a spanking before and had been surprised and shocked by it all. Still, those few spankings he had gotten so far from the old woman and Pops had only slightly stung his ass a little bit but then it had been over with. That part he liked. If it had been his folks, he would have been grounded in his room for a week or so each time. This way was better, but he did not like having to take it naked and all in front of them and get it on his bare bum. In his mind he was too old for that! Still, those spankings never hurt much at all, only stung a little. Aaron thought their way was better when he screwed up in getting it over and done with and all. At least he had always felt that way before today. He had never seen Pops with that particular strap in his hands before!
Just about then . . . Pops finished with his fiddling and looked over at his boy, good looking guy that he was. The boy was almost shifting from one foot to another. Aarons deep blue eyes were watching Pops. He was way concerned about being all alone with Pops in this shed way out in the fields. You could now see it on his face. Pops had that strap in his hand. Aaron knew it was for him. Aaron knew he was going to get it.
It was time for a whupping
Drop your pants, boy! Suddenly when Aaron heard those words, he knew this was real. Pops was real clear. He did not sound mad, just determined. He was going to do it to him. Pops was going to whip him. Aaron decided quickly it would be best just to get this over with as quickly as possible. He tried to be as macho and unconcerned as possible as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and shoved them down his waist until they dropped naturally to a big clump around his ankles. He stood up as straight as he could and looked back at Pops.
His eyes were begging, pleading. Please dont whip me, Pops, he spoke softly.
Em too, Pops acted like he had not heard him and just pointed with his finger to the boxers that were loosely clumped around Aarons waist.
Ah, Pops! he exclaimed in increasingly youthful frustration that was beginning to get the best of him, do I have to? Let me keep em on. He came dangerously close to stamping his foot but he caught himself and did not. Instinctively he knew he should never do that.
Ya hear I say, boy? Pops replied unfeelingly.
Aaron bit his lips hard, his eyes were welling up as he looked at Pops with that strap in his hand, then he put his own fingers in the elastic around the top and pushed his dark green boxers down all the way for Pops who stood there watching the boy expose himself in that half lit shed. Pops was almost half grinning that strange grin he got every time he had corrected Aaron. But Aaron just stood there embarrassed and naked from the waist down and with very little in the way of protection from his old, floppy flannel shirt tails. The boys _c_o_c_k_ was not completely covered and popped out from under those tails showing Pops just a little bit of head. Aaron felt embarrassed and humiliated at standing like this in front of Pops, but he did it anyway. He had been told to! Pops held the strap still in his hand. The boy said nothing. For the second time this morning, Aaron stood naked like this and he was about to get his bare bottom slapped again. Earlier this morning he had felt the old ladys ruled across his ass as he lay exposed across her lap in her kitchen. This time is was going to be with Pops strap out in the old work shed behind where the animals were being fed.
Pops was just standing there. Aarons young _c_o_c_k_ raised itself naturally while he stood there like that with Pops looking him over. Aaron could not prevent it from happening. He tried not to move a muscle, but it was not easy! Pops was still swinging that strap in his hand, testing it for its intended purpose. Aaron knew its purpose was to connect with his bare ass and send him howling. Aaron looked at that strap in Pops hand and instinctively knew it would not take much with a strap like that. Pops seemed different this time. What had he done to deserve this spanking? Nothing, nothing at all. But he knew he was going to get it anyway.
The old man rummaged around and pulled out an old, musty horse blanket that was half ways folded on the shelf. It looked like it had not been used in years. He spread it over his strange looking old workbench after pushing some tools and old crumpled bags and things to both sides to make some room. When he was finished he looked over at the boy standing there.
Lay over it, Pops said.
Aarons eyes were even more watery now but he quietly did. He had no choice to do other than what the old man told him to do.
The dirty old horse blanket was anything but soft and had stains and hard parts on it too. It chaffed his stomach and lower abdomen as he lay his body down on it and scooted and wiggled his body upward more toward the top and the far side of the bench. He felt his _c_o_c_k_ against the edge of the bench and knew he could scoot up no further. The roughness of that old wool horse blanket seemed to somehow make his _c_o_c_k_ grow harder but he did not really know how or why? The boy gritted his teeth in shame and fear thinking about how his ass was spread over that bench now. Aarons shirts tail on his overly big shirt no doubt covered at least part of his buns from Pops eyes, at least he hoped they did, but he knew that was not going to last for very much longer. Pops would be pulling those tails up his back for sure and baring him completely for this one. As hard as he could, Aaron grabbed on to the top of the bench with his hands, his fingers went around the edge. Tears welled up in his eyes, his face was grimacing, and he was already biting his lips in anticipation of that strap in Pops hand soon starting to crack across his buns.
Pops, on the other hand, still just stood there behind the boy who lay spread out over the bench. The boys lowest and fleshy parts of his buns peaked out seductively from below where his shirt tails were still covering him some. His _c_o_c_k_ and balls hung momentarily half exposed against the edge of the bench on the horse blanket briefly. Then the boy began clenching his buns hard and for all he was worth, but Pops was not having any of it. He took his hands and pulled Aarons thighs apart forcing the boy to expose himself now even further. As Pops put his hands on Aarons thigh and pulled them, Aaron almost seemed to be shivering as soon as the strap in Pops hand happened to caress his naked thighs in pulling them apart. The boy looked good, very good, half almost humping that bench. His legs and thighs were muscular, defined, yet hairless while his pure white cheeks were tight and very firm, a solid bubble butt on this lad, firm, asking for a good spanking. Aaron was whining a bit now.
Then quietly and without saying or uttering a single sound suddenly the old man took his hands and lifted the boys shirt tails and tugged them all the way up around his shoulder and half over his head. Aaron jerked and stiffened his whole body as Pops did that. Pops had now exposed his tight back and very firm buns that were as tight as they possibly could be giving the way Pops had parted his thighs a moment or two ago. There was a blurry tan line just above his buns from those days of working in the fields without his shirt on. Aarons bare bottom, though, was crystal white and pure. There was no telltale signs at all of the spanking the old lady had given the boy earlier.
The boy lay there over that bench. Pops was looking him over carefully and thinking about giving him a good strapping. Aaron knew it and was whimpering some but somehow he instinctively knew remain perfectly still while the old man looked over his bare and very exposed body. It was as quiet as a cemetery in that room right them with the two of them there. The odor from the old leather harnesses and things hanging there combined over the winter with the smell of the various bags of feed made the place surreal. There were just the two of them in the shed that morning. Neither spoke.
Pops raised the strap in his hand and cracked it against the boys bare bottom. The youth stiffened and jerked and whimpered more. Pops strapped him. Time after time, poor Aaron felt the strap in the old mans hand land across his bare ass. Outside that shed if anybody had been anywhere nearby, they too would have heard the sounds of a boy being strapped. Just a good old country morning. Things were private behind that hooked door in that old dilapidated shed which now had a new purpose and a very new meaning for the boy then inside it.
Things were different that morning on that spread Pops and his frail, elderly wife had lived on for almost sixty years. The old lady had brought her old school room ruler out and used it sharply across the young mans bare bottom the best she could. But it was Pops who had brought out his old leather strap and was striking that same young mans bare bottom now inside the old shed. A good, old fashioned strapping was taking place on a young man who had been without much care for too many years. Outside the shed and certainly on the next spread where Jeb was working on his own spread, nothing could be heard as Pops applied that strap; but something had changed that morning. Spanking was now back on Pops spread. It was taking place now, and a young man named Aaron knew it for sure.
to be continued . . .