[Author's note: This is a sequel to the "College Kid Cowboy" series. The stories in that series provide background detail on how Aaron Goodman, the hero of this story, came to be a cowboy on a ranch in the Coast Range mountains of Western Canada and how he got schooled in his first two weeks at the ranch.
This story begins about a month later.... ]
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Aaron discovered that he was assigned to be one of the support crew for a tourist riding safari. Rod was the crew foreman.
Aaron had got to know Rod a lot better over the past few weeks. Rod was like Darrell in a lot of ways, but less tolerant of error. He could be a real hard-ass manager. But Aaron had found he was fair. Aaron had ridden out with him on several trips in the three or four weeks since Bill and Allan had been fired. Aaron had learned to respect him.
"It's a cushy assignment" Darrell had told him. "You won't have a lot to do. And the country you'll be going to is spectacular."
"What do I have to do?" Aaron asked.
"Just help out. Rod's in charge. You won't need to worry about doing meals or organizing the campsites; that'll be done by two guys coming up with them from the ranch. You and Rod will travel with the guests, so the key thing for you is to be personable and helpful. It's just one family, but they're important people. Mr Ames is very keen that they take away a good impression, so look around for anything you can do to make the experience as fantastic as possible for them."
He looked at Aaron and grinned. "I'm sending you because you're polite and a good talker. This isn't just cowboy work, it's entertainment. Besides, you've been doing good work. You've learned a lot. You've even managed to avoid being a smart ass."
Aaron laughed. "You didn't leave me much choice."
"Well, you learnt" Darrell grinned. "It just took a while."
He looked at Aaron seriously. "Be careful with these guests. They're important people. At least the father is. He's a potential investor in the ranch."
"Am I supposed to know anything about that?"
Darrell shrugged and shook his head. "Not really. You're a cowboy, not an analyst. I just thought it's useful for you to know why Mr Ames is so keen on us impressing him."
"Okay" Aaron nodded. "Who's coming up from the ranch? Is Buz one of them?"
Darrell smiled and shook his head. "He has his hands full training the new kids."
Aaron laughed. "More college kid cowboys like me?"
"Worse." He looked at Aaron in amusement. "At least you knew how to ride."
"How come they got hired?"
"Same reason you did. Connections."
Aaron smiled. "They coming up here for the boot camp stuff?"
"Oh sure" Darrell laughed. "We can't send them home without at least some obedience training."
"Don't they get that down there?"
Darrell shook his head. "There are too many non-ranch people around."
"Gee!" Aaron grinned. "I didn't think you cared."
"Yeah, right" he laughed. He looked at Aaron and grinned. "Why do you think you came here first?"
"I'm glad I did" Aaron said seriously. "I hope I stay up here all summer."
"You don't mind the risk?" Darrell joked. "You still are at risk, you know."
"It doesn't matter" Aaron grinned. "I can take it. I survived this far."
"Yeah, you did" Darrell nodded. "You can be really useful in teaching the new kids how to survive when they're finally sent up here. Like Buz did with you."
"I couldn't have done it without him" Aaron nodded. "I hope he gets sent up here with them. I miss him."
Rod joined them. "You tell him about the guests?" he asked Darrell.
"Yeah. You guys are taking horses for them down to the trailhead, Aaron, so be ready to leave early tomorrow morning. They should be there around ten or eleven, so you guys will need to leave soon after dawn."
"Let's talk about the route for them" Rod suggested. "And go over the radio contact routine. I want to be sure that Aaron knows everything."
"Sure" Darrell nodded. "Get your maps, Aaron."
Aaron got his maps and traced their planned route as Darrell and Rod talked. The starting point was the same trailhead from which Aaron had started on his first day on the job.
"It's basically a circle tour" Darrell shrugged. "You ride up the Taseko River but turn west through this pass instead of coming here. You go along inside the park boundary and then circle back to the Tchaikazan trail so you can ride down to Chilko Lake through the park. They'll get picked up by a boat where the trail down from Dorothy Lake ends. The boat will take them down the lake to a pickup point near the Na Chugh Beniz campground."
"Do we go far enough west to see the glaciers near Mt Waddington?"
Darrell shook his head. "You won't see Mt Waddington. The closest you'll come is here, near the top of Bishop River, if the group is up to hiking there from this camp. It's a long day hike from the campsite."
Rod shrugged. "We'll decide that at the time. It's worth doing. You look down on the Lilloet glacier and over towards Mt Queen Bess. You and Jock's helper could take the two teenagers if the parents aren't up to it."
"How old are they? Are they up to it?"
"Who knows?" Rod shrugged. "We'll find out."
"The boy is fifteen and a real spoiled brat" Darrell contributed. "A smart-ass too. Or so I'm told. The girl's a couple of years older."
"How fixed is the program?"
"The only thing fixed is when you start. You've got a target date for being met at Lake Chilko but even that is changeable. Everything is up to Rod."
"It's really up to the weather" Rod smiled. "It's still early. The pass over to the Tchaikazan river could be blocked."
"Seriously? It's been unusually warm and dry ever since I got here. Surely it'd be clear by now."
"Don't be so sure" Darrell smiled. "It's glacier country to the west of us. Almost all the mountains around us and to the west are above 3000 meters (10,000 feet). Don't forget, we're only at about the 1400 meter level here. The pass is at 2300 meters (7500 feet). And this is the Coast Range. We're only fifty-odd miles from tidewater. Even at this time of year, a storm can dump several feet of snow overnight at the elevation of the pass."
"Kind of like what forced the quest to go through the caves of Moria" Aaron nodded.
Darrell looked at him derisively. "You trying to show off?"
"What's Moria?" Rod asked.
"It's something in a book" Darrell shrugged. "They made a movie about it."
"Lord of the Rings" Aaron explained. "It was filmed in New Zealand, in the Southern Alps."
"Never been there" Rod shrugged.
"What do we do if that happens?" Aaron asked. "If the pass is blocked?"
Rod shrugged again. "We'd probably come back out to where we started. Maybe come back through here for variety."
Rod and Aaron rode off early the next morning. When they got to the trailhead, Mr Haempel and another cowboy were with the family. Mr Haempel performed introductions.
"This is Mr and Mrs Schlegel." He turned to them. "These are your two guides: Rod Fuller and Aaron Goodman. Rod is one of our most experienced crew leaders. Aaron is a new employee. He's been with us for a month."
Mr Schlegel looked at Aaron skeptically. "Another summer hire?"
"No, he's a permanent employee." Mr Haempel looked at Aaron and smiled. "Insofar as anybody's permanent."
"Not very experienced" Mr Schlegel sniffed.
"Enough to be useful" Rod shrugged.
"You have two experienced cowboys" Mr Haempel said patiently. "Rod has been with the ranch for seven years and knows the country well. Jock, whom you met earlier, has worked as a cowboy almost as long. He's gone ahead with Rick, his helper, to set up tonight's camp. Jock doubles as a cook out on the range, but will take over as group leader if anything happens to Rod."
"And what if both of them are hit by rocks?" Schlegel's wife asked.
Mr Haempel laughed. "I don't think that will happen, Mrs Schlegel."
"But if it does?"
Mr Haempel shrugged. "Then Aaron will be in charge. Failing him, Rick will take over. Please remember, Mrs Schlegel, all our men are trained and thoroughly responsible. They'll know what to do. You and your family must do what they tell you."
"I'll be the judge of that" she sniffed. "I don't like depending on boys this young."
"Aaron and Rick are dependable, Mrs Schlegel. They're trained to be. And they'll maintain radio contact with the ranch, so they'll be carrying out instructions from me and my colleagues."
"What if the radios fail?" Mr Schlegel asked.
"Then we'll be looking for you. Don't worry, Mr Schlegel. Rod will be in daily contact with the ranch. There are two backup radios to ensure that contact is maintained. If it isn't, then we'll know within hours that there's an emergency."
"What's the emergency?" their teenage son asked. He and his sister had just joined the group.
"No emergency, Brandon" Mr Schlegel smiled indulgently. "Your mother and I are just going over fallback conditions with our guides. This is Rod, who'll be our group's leader. And this is his helper." He paused, trying to remember. "I'm sorry... What's your name?"
Aaron smiled. "Aaron." He looked at the two teenagers. "Hi."
"My son and daughter" Mr Schlegel announced unnecessarily. "Brandon and Miranda."
Miranda, their daughter, was a very _s_e_x_y seventeen. She looked at Aaron appraisingly.
"You're kind of cute. Have you been a cowboy all your life?"
Aaron laughed and shook his head. "Not my whole life."
"You're really both cowboys?" Brandon grinned.
"That we are" Rod smiled. "This is a working ranch."
"Will we see the cattle up in the summer ranges?"
"Not where we're going, son." Rod looked at Brandon appraisingly. "I hope you're a good rider. You'll be doing a lot of that over the next week."
"Oh, we all are" his sister grinned confidently. "We hunt back home in Philadelphia."
Rod looked at her quizzically.
"Foxes? On horseback?" Aaron asked disbelievingly.
"Of course" Brandon sneered. "You think we chase them on foot?"
Aaron smiled. "If they're as fat and unfit as most of the Philadelphia population, you probably could."
"That's in the city" Brandon grinned. "Working class stuff. Guys that eat cheese steaks."
His mother looked at him wearily. "Don't show off, Brandon. These men are working class too."
Brandon shook his head. "Cowboys are different. They're fit."
Rod looked at him in amusement. "Different or not, let's ride. Any last minute instructions, Mr Haempel?"
Mr Haempel shook his head. "No." He smiled at the Schlegels. "Have a wonderful trip!"
Supplies had already been packed in, so the ride up to the back country was easy. Setting up the camp was easy too. Jock and Rick had already done most of the work when they arrived.
Aaron quickly found that he had time on his hands. Time which he could spend watching Miranda.
Aaron kept feasting his eyes on Miranda every time she walked through the camp. Her slim athletic body was everything that had always turned him on: beautiful breasts that were just the right size to cup in his hand, a tiny waist, and an absolutely gorgeous ass. He couldn't take his eyes off her ass. It was set off to perfection by her tight pale blue jeans.
Aaron had gone out with a number of girls back at college and had made out with several of them. But none had been so stunningly _s_e_x_y as Miranda.
Nor had he ever been quite so horny. With no girls around and lots of time on his hands, Aaron had become obsessed with his need to get laid. He and his cowboy friend Buz had played around earlier in the month, but even that form of relief had disappeared when Buz got transferred back down to the ranch.
Miranda's seventeen-year-old body just blew his mind away. Particularly her ass. He'd had a fantasy of _f_u_c_k_ing a beautiful ass like that ever since he'd been a teenager. When she turned around and saw him looking, she grinned and twisted into an even _s_e_x_ier pose, thrusting her ass out at him. He almost creamed on the spot.
She walked over to him, grinning at his obvious desire. "You like what you see, cowboy?"
Aaron grinned back. "It's hard not to."
She looked at his crotch and laughed. "I can see that. You don't hide much."
"I'm sorry" Aaron blushed.
"Don't be sorry. It's kind of neat to know I turn you on." She looked at him and grinned. "Though I suspect it's not really me. After being isolated up here for a while, you'd probably get turned by any girl that moves."
"Oh, come on" he grinned. "You know perfectly well that you're not just any girl. You're _s_e_x_y as hell."
"I don't know" she flirted. "You cowboys must get pretty horny, stuck up here by yourselves. What do you guys do for _s_e_x_? Even if you're desperate, it must be pretty hard to _f_u_c_k_ the cows."
Aaron laughed. "Oh, it's not all that hard. You just need a ladder."
She laughed. "That I'd like to see." She looked at him intensely. "You're good-looking. I bet you've got a lot of girls back in town."
He shrugged. "One or two."
"I bet it's more than that. I bet they just flock around you."
"Oh sure" Aaron smiled. "Just like the guys do around you, Miss?"
"Oh, don't call me Miss. That's servant language. I'm Miranda, okay?"
He laughed. "I know who you are, Miranda. Okay, I'll call you that. You're _f_u_c_k_ing attractive, Miranda. Is that language okay?"
She grinned. "Very much okay." She stuck her tongue in the side of her open lips. "You look kind of neat, cowboy. I bet we could do some fun things together. You got an interesting place close by you can show me? Someplace where we can be private? I'm going crazy sitting around here, waiting to see cows make milk."
Aaron laughed. "You really want to get me in trouble, don't you?"
She laughed too. "I know. Being here with my parents is total frustration. It's worse than being in a convent."
Her mother came out of their tent and saw them talking. "Miranda? Can you come here, please?"
"See what I mean? I can't even talk to you without being put on a leash."
Aaron kept watching her as she went over to her mother. She turned around and flirted as she saw him looking. He laughed and went over to the camp fire.
Jock was building it up. "We need firewood, Aaron. Would you get some?"
"Sure, Jock." He saw Miranda's younger brother looking at them. "You want to ride with me and help, Brandon?"
"Okay, sure."
The camp was on the side of a small lake, about a kilometer away from where there were trees. Aaron saddled two horses and rode with Brandon to collect the wood Jock needed. He kept getting a hard-on as he thought about what he'd like to do with Miranda. It was all he could do to keep from cumming in his jeans as he thought about her.
"Jeez, are you horny or what?" Brandon grinned. "You drop one of these pieces of wood inside your jeans?"
Aaron grinned in embarrassment. "You're a real smart-ass, kid."
"I bet it's Miranda" Brandon laughed.
"Oh sure" Aaron grinned. "What's with you? You trying to protect her?"
Brandon shook his head and grinned. "Nah. She can look after herself. She's probably got the hots for you too."
The following day, they packed up the camp up to ride over a mountain pass to another lake. They rode single file up a narrow trail, climbing through a sparse forest on the side of the mountain. As they got towards the top of the pass above the tree line, they could see glaciers between some of the mountains ahead of them.
Aaron found himself getting euphoric as he looked out at the snow-capped mountains and down onto the lake. They were close to where they were going to stop for lunch, at a place Rod had said had spectacular views. He couldn't believe how beautiful it was already. The view was the best he'd ever seen.
When they got to the lake later that afternoon, it was even more beautiful than it had looked from up above. The lake was surrounded by trees but was large enough to provide stellar views of the snow-capped mountains around them.
Jock and his helper had set the camp up on two sides of a small bay, so that the family's tents had extra privacy. Aaron was beside himself when he looked across the bay and saw Miranda stripping off her clothes. She dived into the bay and swam. He was supposed to be collecting wood for the fire but circled back to get closer. He hid behind the trees, jerking off while he watched her swim.
"You were watching me swim, weren't you?" she grinned at him after dinner. "I saw you. I bet you were jerking off."
"Don't kid yourself" Aaron joked. "Why would I do that?"
"Because I turn you on, cowboy. You told me that before." She looked at him, smiling curiously. "I bet you're really good where it counts."
"Where's that?" Aaron grinned.
"Here." She touched his crotch lightly. "Am I right?"
"Jesus, Miranda! Don't do that!"
"Why not?" she laughed. She looked at him coquettishly. "You want to go somewhere more private so you can show me?"
"God! You don't waste time, do you?"
Her hand brushed his rapidly swelling prick. "You don't either, cowboy. I can't wait to find out what you're like down there."
"Miranda!" her mother called. "I need you here! Right now!"
"Back to the convent" she grinned.
The next day, they climbed up into even more spectacular scenery. Jock and Rick were bringing up the rear, leading the pack horses. Each day, they stayed with the group until everybody stopped for lunch and then, after setting it up, went ahead to set up the next camp. Rod was at the head of the line, followed by the two parents.
Aaron rode in the middle of the line, right behind Miranda. Every so often, she turned around to flirt. She had a brilliant smile and knew how to use it. The more they rode, the more turned on Aaron became.
Aaron had become used to riding without underwear. It felt good to feel the saddle under him and have his prick free. He reached down, squirming in the saddle as his hand moved in his pocket to make his prick comfortable. Miranda looked back, saw him do it, and grinned. God, she was a flirt!
The more Aaron watched her ride in front of him, the more turned on he became. Every movement of the horse made her ass move in the saddle, showing off its fantastic curves as her melon-shaped buttocks wobbled. His prick swelled up as he thought about what they could do together. He wondered if she'd let him _f_u_c_k_ her ass. God, that would be wild!
As they rode, his motion in the saddle kept rubbing his prick against his jeans. That and his thoughts about her were making his prick become totally hard. Never mind becoming! It was already hard now.
He started to breathe hard as his prick lightly _f_u_c_k_ed the side of the saddle, leaning into it every time the horse moved. Oh _s_h_i_t_, he thought to himself, I know I shouldn't be doing this. He looked around to check if anyone could see. None could. He closed his eyes and thought about what it would be like to _f_u_c_k_ her. Especially here! he thought. God! What an amazing thing that would be! To _f_u_c_k_ a girl like that! And to do it on top of the world!
They were riding through an open alpine meadow, still riding in single file. Everything was on automatic, each horse mindlessly following the one in front as everyone looked out over the mountains. All Aaron or anybody else had to do was sit in the saddle and be carried.
Aaron was too caught up in his revery to look at the view. He alternated between closing his eyes to daydream and watching Miranda's ass, enjoying the motion of the saddle as it gently _f_u_c_k_ed his prick.
Oh, wow! Aaron thought to himself, I wish we could go somewhere alone. He knew she wanted him. He certainly wanted her, he thought as he watched her delectable ass move. It kept gyrating in the saddle in front of him, looking like she was milking his prick. God! What a turn-on that would be!
He was really starting to move in the saddle now, rubbing his prick into the saddle. That ass was so _s_e_x_y, so _f_u_c_k_ing gorgeous! Everything about her was! His prick had totally taken over his mind.
He closed his eyes as he _f_u_c_k_ed the saddle, feeling his balls tighten as he dreamt of _f_u_c_k_ing her. Oh, wow! he thought to himself. Front or back, it didn't matter. _f_u_c_k_ing her would be so fantastic!
Eyes still closed, he got more and more obsessed with his dream. He dreamed of how he would hold her, how she would hold his prick, how she would kiss his tongue as she pulled his prick to her. What it would feel like as his prick entered. How she'd hold his prick tight as he _f_u_c_k_ed her.
"Oh, fantastic!" he whispered to himself in his reverie, feeling his prick rub between his thigh and the saddle.
He kept whispering to himself as his excitement increased. "Christ, that ass is great!" he whispered, imagining her under him. "Oh, what a _f_u_c_k_ that would be!"
He was visibly _f_u_c_k_ing the saddle hard now, eyes still closed. He was totally out of it now, completely oblivious to his surroundings.
He suddenly felt himself starting to come. "Oh Miranda!" he whispered to himself, rapidly becoming transported into ectasy. "Oh, wow!"
As his prick got tighter and tighter, his whispering became more audible. "Oh, _f_u_c_k_ that ass!" he murmured, ramming his prick into the saddle. He was _f_u_c_k_ing the saddle hard now. He could feel his balls continuing to tighten. "Oh wow!" he whispered. "_f_u_c_k_! Oh _f_u_c_k_!!"
Suddenly, his prick erupted. "Oh Miranda!" he blurted out, spurting wad after wad inside his jeans. "Oh, _f_u_c_k_ that ass! Oh, Miranda! It's so good!"
"Oh! What a great ass!" He kept cumming and cumming as he humped the saddle, pumping a torrent of jizm down his left thigh. "Oh God! God! God!"
Aaron finally slumped in his saddle, utterly spent. "Oh wow!" he sighed, totally consumed by the ejaculation. "What an incredible _f_u_c_k_!"
His eyes were still closed as he rocked from side to side, savoring the fantastic feel of his cumming. In his mind, she was still kissing him, kissing him all over his body.
Suddenly, he heard laughter beside him. He jerked up and opened his eyes. Miranda's little smart-ass brother was riding beside him, barely five feet away on his left. He'd ridden up beside Aaron just as Aaron climaxed.
"I don't believe it!" the little brat laughed. "Dad! Come and look at this! The cowboy's creamed in his jeans!"
Aaron looked at him in shock, quickly putting his hand on his jeans to hide the sticky mess.
His father reined in his horse and turned around. "What in blazes are you talking about, Brandon?"
The entire party stopped.
"It's the ranch hand here" Brandon grinned. "He's _f_u_c_k_ed himself. He came right here in the saddle. I saw him do it! His jizm must be all down his jeans."
"That's outrageous" his father flared. "He was jerking off his prick as we rode?"
"Yeah, inside his jeans. Except he wasn't jerking off, he was _f_u_c_k_ing the saddle. He thought he was _f_u_c_k_ing Miranda."
Aaron blushed with embarrassment as he looked at her.
"You're making that up!" his father said incredulously.
"No, I'm not!" Brandon protested. "I heard him whisper her name."
Rod was looking at Aaron in disbelief. "I don't believe this" he said in disgust.
"He actually thought he was _f_u_c_k_ing me?" Miranda giggled. She looked at Aaron and giggled again. "What a blast!"
"Miranda!" her mother glared. "Don't talk like that!"
Her brother Brandon laughed. "From what I heard, I think he thought he was _f_u_c_k_ing your ass."
Miranda burst into laughter. "You've got to be kidding!"
"Well, that's what it sounded like. He thought he was _f_u_c_k_ing something wonderful, that's for sure. You should have seen the way he was ramming his prick into that saddle!"
"Brandon!" Mrs Schlegel snapped indignantly. "The way you talk is just disgraceful!"
Mr Schlegel looked at her in annoyance. "Never mind how they talk, Betsy! What's disgraceful is what this ranch hand has done."
"I'm sorry" Aaron apologized weakly, acutely embarrassed. He could feel ejaculate continuing to ooze down the inside of his left thigh. "I was dreaming. I forgot where I was!"
"Dreaming about _f_u_c_k_ing my little girl?" Mr Schlegel thundered. He turned to Rod. "This is absolutely outrageous!"
"Were you really doing that, Aaron?" Miranda grinned delightedly. "Did you really think you were _f_u_c_k_ing my ass?"
Aaron looked at her with a miserable expression, nodding in embarrassment. He wished he could find a hole he could crawl into. He'd never been so embarrassed.
"Miranda!!" her mother yelled angrily. "I won't have that language!"
"Oh, come on, mumsy" Miranda laughed. "How else can I say it?"
Aaron was too mortified to say anything.
Mr Schlegel glared at Rod. "I want to know what you're going to do about this."
Rod shrugged. "What would you like me to do? We're out here, miles away from anywhere. I can't fire him on the spot, if that's what you have in mind."
Miranda's father pursed his lips. "I guess you can't." He looked at Aaron in disgust. "I thought you disciplined your hands and taught them manners."
Rod shrugged again. "We try to. As a matter of fact, we've done precisely that with Aaron. He's been punished before for doing this."
"With a girl like my Miranda?"
"No, no!" Rod said quickly. "Never in front of guests. But he's been punished for daydreaming about _s_e_x_ and cumming in his jeans. He's obsessed by _s_e_x_ and keeps flaunting it. It's totally unacceptable, and he knows it. Especially in front of guests."
"I don't think he knows that at all" Mr Schlegel said contemptuously. "Whatever punishment you gave him obviously was nowhere near enough to keep him from doing it. Any boy that _s_e_x_-crazed should have his ass seriously whipped."
"That's what real cowboys used to get when they were bad" Miranda's brother grinned. "I saw it in some books I read. They'd get their asses whipped with newly-cut switches. Whipped until their asses were red!"
"I'd like to see that" Miranda laughed. She looked at Aaron coquettishly. "Were they naked when they were whipped, Brandon?"
"Oh, yes!" Brandon laughed. "Stark naked and tied down, while the rest of the crew worked them over. It sounds wild!" He looked around. "There's a log over there we could use for that. He could be tied down naked over it."
"I'd really like to see that" Miranda giggled. "Seeing him get it on his naked ass would be a real blast. What do you think, daddy?"
"Suits me" Mr Schlegel shrugged. "He certainly deserves it." He looked at his wife inquiringly. "What do you think, Betsy?"
She nodded curtly. "He's scum" she said angrily. "An animal. He should be taught his place."
Mr Schlegel nodded. "He certainly has earned a severe lesson." He looked at Rod. "We're all of the same mind. We want him punished, right here and now."
"Okay" Rod shrugged. "We don't usually punish boys in front of guests. But I guess he deserves it."
"You guess?" Mr Schlegel said angrily. "Is that the best you can say, young man? I was given to understand that higher standards of discipline were maintained here."
"They are, Sir. I'm sorry about this, Sir."
"I should hope so. You disappoint me greatly if you can only 'guess' that this _s_e_x_-obsessed teenager needs to be punished."
"I'm not a teenager, Sir" Aaron interrupted. "I'm almost twenty-one. And I'm not _s_e_x_-obsessed either, Sir. I apologize for what happened. I just... Well, I forgot myself."
"Is that what you call it?" Mr Schlegel sniffed. "Forgetting yourself? You didn't forget yourself, boy. You forgot your responsibility to comport yourself properly and to respect your guests. What you did is a disgrace."
Aaron pursed his lips. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"You certainly will be, if your foreman does his job and punishes you." He turned back to Rod. "I'm amazed at the laxness of your discipline, Sir. I intend to complain about this event and your reaction to Mr Ames on our return. Your unwillingness to punish this... cur is just a disgrace."
"I'm sorry, Sir. You misunderstand me, Sir."
"I think I understand perfectly. You're an ineffective manager. You're inability to control your men is a disgrace. I'll tell you this for a start, Sir. You and your men can forget about the tips I'd normally give you and your crew. You plainly don't deserve them."
Rod looked at me bitterly. "I know he deserves punishment, Sir. I didn't mean to suggest otherwise. We've punished him before for this, Sir. I just never imagined he'd do it again."
"Well, then do something about it." He smiled at his young son. "I think Brandon here has the right idea. Tie him down over that log, cut yourself a really good switch, and beat his ass until it's crimson with running blood. Right, Brandon?"
Brandon grinned. "A real cowboy punishment that we can watch? That'd be cool!"
"Right" Rod nodded grimly. "If that's what you want, Sir, that's exactly what he'll get. He certainly deserves it."
Mr Schlegel nodded curtly. "We want his ass flayed."
"That's exactly what will happen, Sir."
"You'll do that right here and now?"
"Sure. We're ready to stop for lunch anyway. Jock and Rick can can set that up while our horny young friend gets his ass disciplined." Rod smiled at Aaron grimly. "You've been warned about this before, boy. What did Darrell say you'd get if you ever did this in front of guests?"
Aaron's lip trembled. "Double anything I'd ever got before."
"That's right, boy. You'll get that here now." He smiled at Mr Schlegel. "This boy is going to get the worst punishment he's ever experienced, Sir. And I'm sure he'll get it over again when this trip is over, once this is reported to Mr Haempel. We don't take this kind of thing lightly."
"I should certainly hope not" Mr Schlegel said, somewhat mollified.
Rod dismounted. "Get down off your horse, Aaron."
Aaron dismounted. Everybody else did, too. Jock and his helper tethered the horses on the other side of the clearing.
Brandon looked at Aaron and laughed. "Look at the mess on his jeans! He spurted an incredible amount of spunk! You really turned him on, Miranda."
Aaron was embarrassed. The sticky wet stain showed up extremely clearly on his jeans, extending down the front and inside of his left thigh all the way to his knee. His ejaculation had obviously been unusually long and intense.
"That's disgusting!" Miranda's mother declared. "I hope you'll see that he gets the strongest possible whipping for that, Jeremy. Imagine doing that in front of your daughter!"
"I don't think Rod here will hold back now" her husband smiled. "I think he'll do everything you require."
"I certainly will" Rod smiled grimly. "Strip your clothes off, Aaron. Everything off but your boots. I want you stretched naked over that log."
Aaron looked at him in shock. "Here? In front of everybody?"
"Why not, boy? You heard what our guests want. You know you're going to be punished."
"Well yes, Sir. I mean, I realize I screwed up and that you're going to punish me for that. But you can't give it to me here, Sir. Not right in front of everybody!"
"You're disobeying me, Aaron. Do what I told you."
"Please Sir!" Aaron begged. He looked at Miranda in acute embarrassment. "Not in front of Miranda and her mother! Please!"
Rod smiled at Mrs Schlegel. "Is that a problem for you, Ma'am?"
She smiled grimly. "Not at all. I look forward to seeing it."
"So do I" Miranda grinned.
Rod looked at Aaron menacingly. "You heard them, boy. Nobody's got any problem with this. Get stripped!"
Aaron shook his head. "Not here, Sir! You can't! I won't do it!"
Mr Schlegel looked at Rod contemptuously. "I thought the ranch's employees were taught obedience."
"They are" Rod nodded curtly. "It sometimes just doesn't take." He beckoned to Jock. "I'll need your help to deal with him."
Jock grinned as he came over. "The kid still hasn't learned obedience? What's with you, kid? This is like your first day here, when you disobeyed Mr Haempel at the trailhead. Do you like getting it on your ass?"
Aaron looked at him angrily. "_f_u_c_k_ off, Jock."
"Impolite, too!" Jock laughed. "That's disrespect, boy. You haven't learnt anything, have you?" He turned to Rod. "Haven't you guys trained him?"
"We thought we had" Rod said sourly. "I guess we were fooled."
Jock looked at Aaron and smiled. "Let me help you punish him. Okay?"
"Sure" Rod nodded. "We can use any help we can get."
Aaron could see the swelling in Jock's crotch. "You're a _f_u_c_k_ing sadistic bastard, Jock" he said bitterly.
Jock smiled. "I'm just offering help, kid."
"Which we need" Rod said curtly. He smiled at Mr Schlegel apologetically. "Sorry for the disobedience, Sir. We'll have to deal with that first."
"I should hope so" Mr Schlegel said scornfully. "I'm just amazed at what this boy's disobedient behavior demonstrates about the quality of your training. And his gutter language, too. Mr Ames is going to get an earful from me about this when we get back to the ranch."
"This isn't typical, Sir."
"Don't make excuses" Mr Schlegel sneered. "Everything that's happened falls in the same pattern of incompetence. Either you succeed in training men or you don't. You obviously haven't succeeded. And don't know how."
"Oh, we know how, Sir" Rod said grimly.
"I don't think so. If you did, you would have made sure you'd have beaten any disobedience out of him before exposing him to customers. You haven't even trained him to keep his language in check. If you hire kids from the gutter, the least you can do is train them."
"We do, sir. Believe me!"
"Then why haven't you? This boy hasn't done anything right. You even have the nerve to tell me that this isn't the first time the boy has cum in his jeans like this."
"That's right, Sir. It isn't."
"So you let him do it again?" He shook his head in wonder. "Unbelievable!"
Rod looked at Aaron balefully. "I thought we'd beaten that out of him, Sir."
"You're clearly incompetent if you thought that. I'm of a mind to tell Mr Ames that you should be fired. I certainly won't invest in the ranch if this is the level of discipline that's maintained."
"I apologize for the breakdown, Sir. He'll pay for that right now, Sir."
"Show me!" Mr Schlegel said curtly. "Show all of us!"
"Oh, we will. Jock and I will beat the _s_h_i_t_ out of him." Rod looked at Mrs Schlegel apologetically. "Please excuse my language, Ma'am."
"It was graphic" she said archly. "It's certainly what he deserves."
Rod looked at Mr Schlegel. "If you'd care to assist us, Sir, it would be very helpful. This boy has gone far too long without serious punishment. We thought he had learnt what he needed to know. We were obviously wrong and will have to make up for that now. It won't be easy. He needs a lot."
Mr Schlegel looked at Rod in surprise. "You'd like me to help beat him?"
"If you'd care to, Sir, it would be helpful. Apart from the insult to your daughter, what this boy has done is an embarrassment to us and to the ranch. He's forgotten everything he's been taught. He needs a very severe lesson."
"Well, you're certainly right about that" Mr Schlegel nodded, looking surprised. "Let's see what you can do with him first."
"You want him over the log?" Jock asked.
"Right" Rod nodded. "You going there on your own, kid?"
"No _f_u_c_k_ing way!" Aaron said defiantly, starting to edge away. "You can't do this here in front of them! It's not fair!"
Jock laughed again and grabbed his arm. "You don't have a choice, kid. You're going over that log."
"No, I'm not!" Aaron yelled, struggling to get away. "Take your hand off!"
Aaron was athletic and strong for his size. But at 6 feet 6, Jock was seven inches taller, muscled from years of work, and a good eighty pounds heavier than Aaron. He easily held Aaron in place while Rod grabbed his other arm.
"Let me go!" Aaron yelled angrily.
Rod and Jock forced Aaron over to the log.
"You think he'll actually complain to Mr Ames?" Jock asked Rod.
"Oh, you can count on it" Rod said venomously. "This little prick has just caused me a _s_h_i_t_load of trouble."
"Is he serious about the tips too? That's a real ball-breaker."
"Well, you can blame our young friend here for that." Rod looked at Aaron grimly. "You're getting this bigtime, boy. You've _f_u_c_k_ed things up for all of us."
"_f_u_c_k_ you!" Aaron said defiantly. "I'll quit before I let you beat my ass!"
"Do what you like! You're still getting this."
"You can't beat me once I quit! That's in the contract I signed!"
Rod smiled grimly. "I don't give a _d_a_m_n_ about your contract, boy. So long as you're out here with me, you'll do as I say or I'll beat your ass. Which is what I'm going to do right now."
"No way! I quit right now! You can't do this!"
"Okay, if that's the way you want it, you'll get even more."
Rod and Jock bent him over the log. Rod held him there while Jock climbed over the log to hold Aaron from in front. Jock twisted an arm up Aaron's back, pushing Aaron down on the log to hold him firmly in place.
"Hold him while I pull down his jeans."
Aaron spat at them. "Bastards!"
Rod unzipped Aaron's jeans and pulled them down below his knees. Jock reached over Aaron to pull his T-shirt up, exposing Aaron's naked buttocks for everyone to see.
"Look at that!" Miranda giggled. "He's not wearing any underwear."
"That's normal for cowboys" Brandon grinned. "That's why they cum so often in their jeans."
"Brandon!" his mother glared, stifling her amusement.
"It's true!" Brandon laughed. "I read all about it, Mom. They cum in their jeans all the time!"
Mr Schlegel smiled grimly. "That one sure seems to."
Rod went to his saddle bag and pulled out a rope. "Keep holding him there while I tie him down."
Jock pushed Aaron's chest against the log, forcing his arm up, while Rod looped the rope around the log and cinched Aaron's waist to the log. Aaron fought to get away while Rod did that, but Jock just twisted Aaron's arm up higher and pushed him against the log harder.
"Fight all you like, kid" Jock grinned. "You're not moving."
"He's sure not moving now" Rod said, tying another knot around the log. "Pull his arms out. I'll use the end of this to tie his wrists together."
After Rod had done that, he went back to his saddle bag and got a long thick strap.
"Wow!" Brandon grinned excitedly. "Can I take a look at the strap before you use it on him?"
Rod laughed. "Sure, Brandon. Here, take it."
Brandon took the strap gingerly. It was somewhat heavier than he'd expected, solid leather and easily three-eighths of an inch thick. He turned it in his hand. It was about two inches wide, maybe slightly more. It was also a good meter (40 inches) long.
It would hurt a lot, he thought as he hefted it, certainly a lot more than the thin belt he'd once tried on himself. His prick began to stir as he thought about what it would feel like.
"This could really hurt" he told Rod.
"Well, that's the idea" Rod grinned. "You want to try it out?"
"On my ass? God, no!"
Rod laughed. "I meant on him. You can give him the first one."
Brandon shook his head. "No, you do it. This needs someone really strong."
He handed it back to Rod. "That's going to really hurt when you use it on him." He looked at the boy draped over the log. "Can you actually take that, Aaron?"
Rod laughed curtly. "He doesn't have a choice."
"Wow!" Brandon looked at Aaron in admiration. "In the stories I read, the cowboys are so tough, they just laugh when they get beaten with a strap. Are you really that tough, Aaron?"
Rod snorted. "I don't think you'll see Aaron laugh, Brandon."
"No" Brandon nodded. "But I bet he's pretty tough. Has he been beaten with that before?"
"Yeah, he has" Rod nodded. "Not that it's done him much good."
"Wow! He's got to be tough if he gets punished with that all the time." He looked at his sister. "What do you think, Miranda? I think any cowboy that cums for you, like he did, won't ever let himself cry in front of you."
Rod shook his head scornfully. "Oh, he's not all that tough, believe me. He'll cry like a little boy once we start giving him this."
"I don't believe that" Miranda giggled. "I think Brandon's right. After all, he did cum thinking of me." She looked at Aaron's naked ass and giggled again. "You won't cry, Aaron, will you?"
"Oh, he'll cry" Rod smiled. "Just wait!" He reached back and swung.
..SLAP!!
Aaron's ass jerked up as the strap slashed across his buttocks, leaving a brilliant red mark. The impact hurt like hell, even worse than he remembered. Maybe that was because it was so long since the last time he'd been beaten.
..SLAP!!
That one hit so hard that his legs flew up. Jesus, it hurt! He had to fight hard to keep from crying out. Every time he'd got beaten, he was surprised by how bad it was. Even so, the pain was nothing compared to the embarrassment to which he was being subjected.
"God!" Brandon grinned. "Look at the marks that strap leaves! That really must hurt!"
"He's very brave" Miranda nodded. "Imagine cumming like that knowing he'd get this! He's an amazing man."
"He's _f_u_c_k_ing stupid" Rod said grimly. "Begging your pardon, Ma'am."
"Just start hitting him" Mr Schlegel said darkly. "Those are just love taps."
"I'll hit him" Rod promised.
..SLAP!!
Another red mark. That one hit really hard.
Aaron jerked on the log, fighting to twist himself out of Jock's grip. He stifled a cry of pain and rage.
..SLAP!!
Aaron grimaced as the strap slashed into him again, stifling the cry that almost burst from his lips.
..SLAP!!
That blow was worse. Its impact was like a line of fire across the sensitive underside of his buttocks, just above where they joined his thighs. He couldn't stay silent.
"You bastards!" he seethed. "_f_u_c_k_ing sadistic bastards!"
"You let him get away with such disrespect?" Mr Schlegel smiled contemptuously.
Rod shook his head. "He just earned himself another dozen."
..SLAP!!
"Stop this!" Aaron demanded. "Let me go!"
"No way" Rod smiled scornfully. "You're getting this until you do what you're told, boy. And until you show us proper respect."
..SLAP!!
"You go to hell!" Aaron retorted defiantly. He was bitterly embarrassed to be beaten like a naked slave in front of Miranda and the others.
"He's totally untrained" Mr Schlegel sneered. "I'm amazed."
"He's not had to be punished for a month" Rod said defensively.
"Is that supposed to be an excuse?" Mr Schlegel laughed derisively.
"No Sir. We'll make up for that right now, Sir."
..SLAP!! ..SLAP!! ..SLAP!!
Aaron twisted and fought desperately as Rod kept slashing the strap down on him, grunting and moaning as the pain mounted with each blow. Every time he twisted, Jock just twisted his arm up higher and pushed down with greater force, pushing his ass up even higher as he pushed Aaron's chest down.
..SLAP!! ..SLAP!! ..SLAP!! ..SLAP!!
Rod was hitting Aaron all over his buttocks and thighs now, his anger making his blows even harder.
..SLAP!! ..SLAP!! ..SLAP!!
By now, Aaron was desperate from the pain. He still hadn't broken out into raucous cries or sobs, but moaned desperately as Rod kept smashing the strap into his ass.
..SLAP!! ..SLAP!!
The pain was really bad now. It washed all over him, stabbing out all over his buttocks and upper thighs. He was moaning constantly now, sobbing too. He couldn't help it. The pain was just so incredible. It was almost impossible for him to suppress cries of pain. But he did. Still.
..SLAP!! ..SLAP!! ..SLAP!!
Just when he was on the verge of breaking down and bawling like a little kid, Rod finally paused.
"You want me to keep on doing this all day, Aaron? Just say the word, and I'll continue. It's up to you."
Aaron shook his head, desperate for a respite from the smashing pain.
"What is that supposed to mean? Will you do what I tell you if I stop this? Or do I have to give you more?"
"Yes" Aaron sobbed, sighing in resignation. "I'll do what you want."
..SLAP!!
"AOOOWWWWHHHH!!!" Aaron hadn't expected that. The strap had smashed across his ass right where his buttocks met the backs of his thighs.
"Yes what? Can't you remember any manners?"
..SLAP!!
"AOOOWWHHH!!!" Aaron shrieked. "PLEASE!"
..SLAP!! ..SLAP!!
"AOOOOWWWWHHHH!!! OH GOD! OOOOWWWWHHOOO!! PLEASE!!"
"What do you say when I ask you something?"
"I say 'yes Sir'" he sobbed. "I'm sorry, Sir!"
"You certainly will be sorry, boy! Show respect!"
..SLAP!!
"AIEEOOOOWWWWHHHH!!!" That blow had hit the same spot. "I'm sorry, Sir! Honest I am, Sir! I'll show respect, Sir!"
..SLAP!!
"AAOOOOWWHHHH!!! I WILL, SIR! PLEASE!!"
..SLAP!!
"You going to remember from now on, boy?"
..SLAP!!
"OH GOD!" He was jerking from side to side in agony. "I'LL REMEMBER, SIR!"
..SLAP!!
"OOWWWWWOOOOO!! JESUS!!"
"You'll show respect? And do whatever I tell you to do?"
..SLAP!!
"AOOOOWWWWHHHHH!!!" he shrieked, suddenly broken by the last couple of blows. "YES SIR!! I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT, SIR!! ANYTHING, SIR! JUST PLEASE STOP, SIR!"
..SLAP!!
"AOOOWWWWHHHH!!!" Aaron was sobbing raucously now. "OH PLEASE, SIR! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!!"
Rod bent down and spoke in Aaron's ear. "I'll stop this now, boy. But be warned. You disobey me, boy, contradict me, show the slightest disrespect, or cause any more trouble on this trip, and you'll get your ass whipped every day and night for the next week. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron nodded as he sobbed, all defiance gone.
"Absolutely clear?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron nodded grimly. He knew Rod meant what he said.
"I want you to stand up when Jock unties you and then do whatever I tell you. Are you going to do that for me, boy? Obey without question?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron nodded, still sobbing from the pain. He knew he had no choice. He'd known before, but had resisted out of pride. He had no pride left now. Pride would only yield more pain.
"You can untie him, Jock."
Aaron stood up, grimacing at the pain in his ass. His buttocks were burning. The pain was just incredible. His buttocks felt like someone was holding a blowtorch to his ass.
"Apologize to our guests for being disobedient."
Aaron looked at them as he sobbed. "I'm sorry, Sir. And Ma'am. It won't happen again."
"That's all he gets for disobedience?" Mr Schlegel said in surprise.
"You mean in punishment?" Rod shrugged. "No, that hasn't even started. You know you deserve punishment for that now, boy, don't you?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron sobbed.
"Do what I told you to do. Take all of your clothes off. Boots too."
He took off his T-shirt and reached down to take off his boots. He took them off, pulled his jeans off over his ankles, and then stood up. He was stark naked now. He looked at Miranda in embarrassment, holding his hands in front of his prick.
"I want you to apologize to me now for disobeying."
"Yes Sir" Aaron said woodenly. "I apologize for disobeying you, Sir."
"Ask to be punished for that."
"I do, Sir. I deserve punishment for disobeying you, Sir."
"You'll certainly get that now, boy. Get back down over the log. This time, we won't tie you down. You'll stay in place and take your punishment without complaining, because you know you deserve it. Right, boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Bend over the log and put your hands on the ground to support yourself."
Aaron did as Rod demanded, leaning over the log and holding himself up with his hands.
"He sure is _s_e_x_y" Miranda grinned. "Especially bent over that log like that. He's beautiful!"
"The color turns you on?" Brandon laughed.
Miranda laughed and shook her head. "No, but everything else does." She looked at him and Aaron and laughed again. "That ass sure is red!"
"It's going to get a lot redder very soon" Rod smiled grimly. "You'll get double if you move, boy. Understand?
"Yes Sir."
Brandon looked at him in surprise. "He got a lot from you already. You're not really giving him a whole lot more, are you?"
"I certainly am. He was disobedient and extremely disrespectful. He deserves punishment for that, and that's what I'm going to give him."
He looked at Aaron and smiled. "You're going to get twenty on your ass for that, boy."
"Yes Sir."
"I'm assuming you want to apologize for your disrespect as well."
"Yes Sir" Aaron said glumly. "I apologize for that, Sir."
"You know that twenty is lenient for disobedience, don't you?"
"Yes Sir."
"You should thank me for that."
"Yes Sir." Aaron looked at him bitterly. "Thank you for your leniency, Sir."
"I'm being lenient only because you'll get more later. I'll give you a repeat of this tomorrow. Understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"How much do you think you should get for disrespect?"
"I don't know, Sir" Aaron said nervously. "You'll have to decide that, Sir."
"Okay, I will. You'll get the same thing as for disobedience. Another twenty now. And an additional twenty tomorrow."
"So much?" Aaron gasped.
Rod smiled ominously. "Are you complaining, boy?"
"No Sir!" Aaron knew enough not to do that.
"I think you were, boy. I'm going to punish you for that, too, with another ten today and tomorrow. Are you going to complain about that too?"
"No Sir" Aaron whispered.
"I won't tolerate complaints, boy. Nor disrespect, especially in front of guests. Next time you're disrespectful, you'll get double. Understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"You're actually going to give him all that?" Brandon asked.
"That's right" Rod smiled grimly. "Your father's right. We've been altogether too lenient with this boy. He needs a lesson he won't forget."
"But what you've said adds up to fifty times on his ass! You can't do that, surely!"
"Why not? Are you offering to take some in his place?"
"No Sir! But Sir... You're not really giving him that much, are you?"
"I certainly am. Or I should say the two of us are. Jock, you can start."
Looking back under the log, Aaron watched Jock take the strap and go out to his left. He wasn't looking forward to this at all. He remembered from his first day just how powerfully Jock could hit. He was bigger and a lot stronger than Rod. His shoulders were massive.
"Wow! this is really going to be bad!" Brandon said, looking at the size of Jock's arms. "You're really going to get it, Aaron."
"You've got that right, boy" Jock grinned. "Aaron knows that too. Right, Aaron?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron nodded, clenching his fists on the ground. He knew only too well, from painful experience, how much Jock's blows could hurt. His memory of that first day was still vivid.
"Wow!" Brandon repeated, continuing to look at Jock.
Brandon couldn't get over the sight of Jock's obvious power. Aaron was really going to feel this! he thought. God! This was exciting! Much more exciting than anything he'd ever read. Brandon's prick started swelling up in excitement as he watched Jock reach back.
Aaron bit his lips in anticipation as he saw Jock reach back. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as Jock swung, determined to show that he could take the additional punishment.
..SLAP!!
Aaron's legs flew off the ground when the strap hit. He moaned in agony, somehow stifling a cry of pain. The strap had slashed across his buttocks with an electric impact, leaving a brilliant scarlet mark on Aaron's already burnt butt.
"Wow!" Brandon exclaimed, mouth open. "That really hit hard!"
"They all will" Jock smiled. He reached back to slash another blow into Aaron's butt.
..SLAP!!
Aaron's whole body jerked up. The pain of the blow was so blinding that the boy's entire body quivered. It took all of his resolve to keep himself down in the same position.
..SLAP!! ..SLAP!! ..SLAP!!
He jerked and twisted on the log as several more blows slapped into him, barely succeeding in staying silent. The pain in his ass was intolerable now. But somehow he continued to stifle his cries.
"He's not hitting all that hard" Mr Schlegel said contemptuously. "He can't be. The boy would be crying out if he were."
"He's tough" Brandon smiled, looking at Aaron in admiration. "He's definitely a real cowboy, that's for sure. I didn't think anybody could take blows like that without crying. He's amazingly strong!"
"Can't you hit harder?" Mr Schlegel asked Jock.
Jock smiled grimly. "I'm hitting as hard as I can, Sir. Would you like to try your own hand?"
"Okay, I will. I'll give him a few, anyway. Give me the strap."
Mr Schlegel took the strap and went to where Jock had stood.
"You think you're a tough cowboy, do you?" he smiled. "Well, take this!"
..SLAP!!
Aaron flinched as the strap smashed into him, slashing across his buttocks. His legs flew up off the ground. But he didn't make a sound.
..SLAP!!
Once again, Aaron steeled himself to take the blow without crying out, this time not even flinching.
"He's a challenge" Mr Schlegel said grimly. "I see what you mean, Jock."
He gave Aaron several more hard blows, each time hitting Aaron with as much force as he could muster. Each time, the blow landed without making Aaron cry out or sob.
It wasn't easy to keep from breaking out in sobs. Though Mr Schlegel's blows weren't as hard as the ones Aaron had received from Rod and Jock, they were still very painful. Aaron only just barely kept himself from showing the pain.
"Wow!" Brandon grinned. "He's a lot tougher than you thought, isn't he, dad?"
"He'll break" Mr Schlegel smiled. "Just wait!"
Aaron took several more blows, still without a sound.
Finally, after half a dozen more blows, Mr Schlegel stopped.
"Screw it" he said in annoyance. He gave the strap back to Jock. "You might as well do it. I was wrong. You were hitting him as hard as I did."
"I told you he was a tough cowboy" Brandon grinned. "Look at how red his ass is now! Everything but his ass crack is scarlet!"
"He'll break when we fill in that gap" Rod smiled. "Which is what I'm going to do right now. Let me have it, Jock."
When Jock handed him the strap, Rod slipped over the log and took it out in front of Aaron. "Spread your legs, boy. You're getting this down between them."
"Noooh!" Aaron pleaded. He knew only too well how much that would hurt. "Please, Rod, not that!"
Rod grinned. "Not quite so brave now?"
Aaron gritted his teeth and didn't say anything.
"You're going to hit him there?" Brandon asked in surprise. "That'll really hurt!"
"That's the idea" Rod smiled again. "You haven't spread those legs wide, boy. You want an additional ten?"
Aaron shook his head. "No Sir."
He spread his legs out as wide as he could, knowing in acute embarrassment how visible that made everything.
"Wow!" Brandon grinned. "Look at the size of that prick!" He laughed. "No wonder he spurted so much spunk!"
Aaron flushed in embarrassment, wishing he could crawl into a hole. This was even worse than he'd feared.
Miranda didn't say anything. She smiled and kept looking, thinking the same thing as Brandon. That prick was impressive. Her hand went to her crotch as she thought about what it would feel like inside her. God! she thought. I bet it would be fantastic!
"Miranda!" her mother yelled. "Come here and stand by me!"
Miranda did as her mother asked, still looking intently at Aaron's display. What a wonderfully athletic body, she thought to herself. He was really very attractive. She smiled to herself as she thought about the number of days still ahead of them on this trip.
Aaron wasn't smiling. He saw the strap dangle down behind Rod's legs as Rod reached back to swing down on him. When the strap suddenly shoot up, he cried out in anticipation, knowing what was about to happen.
The strap smashed down on his left buttock, whipping over it to slash down the back of that thigh. Aaron barely stifled his cry of pain. Then Rod reached back and did the same thing on Aaron's other buttock, except that this time he hit down on the cheek of that buttock, right beside Aaron's asshole.
The pain from that, coupled with his terror of what Rod might do next, broke Aaron's silence.
"OWHH! AOOOWHH!!" he screamed, drumming his legs on the ground in agony. "NOT THAT, Rod!! PLEASE!! OH PLEASE!!"
Rod smashed a blow into Aaron's other butt cheek, this time even closer to Aaron's asshole.
"NOOOH!!" Aaron shrieked. "PLEASE, Rod!! PLEASE!!"
"Well, finally!" Mr Schlegel smiled. "You're actually beginning to get through to him!"
"Oh, this usually does" Rod smiled. "It's just a matter of time."
He reached back and smashed another blow down, this time right on top of Aaron's asshole.
"AIEEEEEEHHHH!!" Aaron shrieked. "OH JESUS! NOT THAT!! JESUS!!"
Rod smashed another blow down on the same spot.
"AIEEEEOOOOWWWWWHHHHH!! OH JESUS, ROD!! PLEASE!!"
"God!" Brandon was looking at the spreading bruise on Aaron's asshole in astonishment. "Did you actually mean to hit him there?"
"I sure did" Rod smiled. "And he'll get a lot more there, kid. There and everywhere else. I think he's ready for us to start counting now."
"Start?" Brandon's jaw dropped. "But he's already got a lot."
"That was just the warm-up. He's got another fifty coming to him in this punishment. Jock will give it to him on each side separately."
"Fifty on each side?" Brandon's jaw dropped. "But that means he'll get the strap a hundred times!"
"You got it, Brandon" Rod grinned. "You're good in arithmetic."
Brandon looked at Rod in amazement. "Why so much?"
"Because he needs to learn not to disobey." Rod looked at Brandon's father. "I trust you have no objection, Sir?"
"None at all!" Mr Schlegel smiled. "I'm impressed. I'm glad you're starting to take this seriously."
"Oh, we do, Sir" Rod smiled grimly. "We always do. Isn't that right, Aaron?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron nodded, sobbing from the pain stabbing out of his asshole. He moaned in fear as Jock went out in front of him and took the strap from Rod, screaming in fear when Jock reached back.
"OWHH! AOOWWHH!!" That blow smashed down over the center of his right buttock, once again whipping down onto the back of that thigh. He couldn't help it. "OH GOD!!" he cried. "GOD!! GOD!!"
"AIEEOOWWHH!" That one hit his left cheek. "OWHH!! OH PLEASE!! PLEASE!!"
"AOOOOOWWWHHHH!!" Another on his other cheek, this time wrapping down into the inside of that thigh. Then another. "OWWHHH!" And another. "AOOOWWWHHH!!"
And then one that smashed down over his asshole.
"AIEEEEOOOWWWWHHHHH!! AOOOWWWWHHHH!!! JESUS!!"
And another. "AIEEEEEEHHHH!! OH GOD!! AOOWWWWHHOOOOO!!! MY GOD!! GOD!!"
That blow totally broke him. From then on, Aaron gave up all pretence of being able to stifle his cries. He shrieked and sobbed as Jock smashed more blows into him, jerking and twisting on the log in a vain attempt to escape the blows. The pain was just too overpowering now.
"AOOWWHHH! OH PLEASE!" The blows kept raining down. "OOWWWHHH! AOOWWHHH!"
By the time Jock had given him twenty-five blows on each side, Aaron was shrieking and sobbing hysterically from the pain. The pain was everywhere, in his buttocks, his ass crack, and his thighs. Even his asshole was blazing.
"Well!" Mr Schlegel said admiringly as Jock paused. "I take back what I said about your ineffectiveness, Rod. I don't think he'll disobey you again after what you and Jock just gave him."
"I certainly hope not" Rod smiled grimly. "That's twenty-five, Jock?"
"Yeah" Jock nodded.
"Take a break for a while. You got coffee ready, Rick?"
"Sure" Jock's helper nodded. "You want me to bring some for everybody?"
"Yeah" Rod looked at Mrs Schlegel. "You'd like some, Ma'am? Or would you prefer tea?"
"Coffee will do just fine, thank you."
"Coffee for me too, please" Mr Schlegel nodded. He looked at the sobbing boy. "He's certainly feeling that punishment now."
"He has the same amount still to come" Rod shrugged. "He'll feel that even more."
"Another fifty?"
"It's really only another twenty-five" Rod shrugged. "We don't usually count it as one stroke until it's landed on both sides."
"Twenty-five or fifty, it's a lot."
"Would you prefer I do something else?"
Mr Schlegel shook his head. "I don't want to interfere."
Rod shrugged. "You're the guest whom he insulted by his conduct, Sir. You have every right to tell me how he should be punished."
"What would you normally do with him?"
They both looked at Aaron. He was still stretched over the log, sobbing desperately in pain and fear.
"He'd get the rest of the punishment, of course. But I might defer it for a day, just to let him think about it. What would you do, Sir?"
"That's not a bad idea" Mr Schlegel shrugged. "I think you're right about the psychology. Anticipating the second installment would make it even more effective."
Rod smiled as Jock and Rick brought the coffee. "I presume you still want him punished for what he did before we stopped. For cumming in his jeans."
"Oh, of course." Mr Schlegel looked at Rod with a curious expression. "That's funny. I'd almost forgotten about that."
"You said you wanted him switched for that."
"Yes." He looked at Rod grimly. "I do." He looked at his wife, who was talking to Brandon. "We both do."
They drank the coffee without speaking.
"Some more?" Rick asked, bringing it around.
Mr Schlegel shook his head. "No thanks."
Rick looked at Rod inquiringly. "Shall I pass the sandwiches around?"
"Might as well" Rod nodded. He looked at Mr and Mrs
Rick brought plates of sandwiches and passed them around.
Mr Schlegel looked at Rod grimly as they ate. "The boy has a lot more coming for his disobedience. By your count, three times as much as what he just got from Jock. Think he can take it all?"
"That's his problem" Rod said unfeelingly. "He's asked for whatever he's getting." He looked at Mr Schlegel coldly. "You said earlier that we were too soft on him. Incompetent trainers, I think you said."
"Yes, I did" Mr Schlegel nodded. "I still think that's the correct adjective." He looked at Rod with a slight smile. "I thought and still think that it was incompetence on your part to bring him out on this trip without ensuring he knew how to behave. Your training was ineffective, and you should have detected that."
"You're probably right" Rod shrugged. "He certainly did his best to prove that to you."
"Why did this happen?" He looked at Rod appraisingly. "Talk to me as a potential investor. Does this kind of screw-up happen often?"
Rod shook his head. "No way. You're right in regarding what happened as a failure on our part." He sighed. "For a number of reasons which are irrelevant here, we relaxed the pressure on this kid over the past few weeks. We thought he was doing fine, but I guess we relaxed too much. I guess what happened is that he became too self-confident and ceased being afraid of being punished."
"That was a mistake."
"Yes, and it's one I don't intend to repeat." He shrugged. "You saw the result for yourself. He didn't just make an ass of himself cumming off on his horse. He was also disobedient and disrespectful under pressure, totally forgetting all his previous training. That was even worse. The whole rationale for the severity of our training is precisely to ensure that never happens."
"What do you intend to do about it?"
"Give him a punishment he won't ever forget. He's got to learn never to forget a lesson. And that the penalty for forgetting is far worse than anything he's ever experienced before."
He looked at Mr Schlegel. "That may sound harsh, but it's necessary. The only open issue is how much he gets while out here on the trail with you and your family. I'm happy to defer the rest of his punishment until the trip is over, if that is what you would prefer."
"Including the punishment for cumming off dreaming about my daughter?"
"Well, that's up to you, Sir. But I personally wouldn't be inclined to postpone that. I want to put a stop to those dreams right now."
"So do I" Mr Schlegel nodded. "Besides, what he did was insulting, both to my daughter and to the rest of my family. My wife and I want to see him punished for that."
"And so you shall" Rod nodded. "My suggestion is that we give him that punishment when we arrive at our camp this afternoon. Two reasons. First, we can get a better switch there. We're too close to the tree line up here to be able to find a good one. There'll be better ones down near the lake where we're camping tonight. Second, your psychological effect." He looked at Mr Schlegel and smiled. "He'll have the ride down to anticipate it."
Mr Schlegel smiled back. "Fine, but let's not postpone it any longer than necessary. I'd like to see it done as soon as we arrive."
"I agree" Rod nodded.
"What about the rest of the punishment for disobedience?"
"My suggestion would be to suspend it for the rest of the trip and leave it hanging over him. I'm not keen to give him all that in front of your children."
"He'll get it when the trip is over?"
"Definitely" Rod nodded. "He'll get the first installment just as soon as you disappear from view. That sound fine to you?"
"Yes, of course." He looked at Rod and nodded. "I take back what I said about incompetence. Your judgement seems uniformly sound."
"Thanks" Rod said in surprise. "I appreciate your saying that."
Rod finished his coffee and waited until everybody else had finished.
After Rick had collected things, Rob stood up. "Everybody have enough? All set to go?"
"What about Aaron?" Miranda asked. "Doesn't he get to eat too?"
Rod shook his head. "Not until his punishment is over. Get up on your feet, boy. I want to see your face."
Aaron pushed himself up off the log, still sobbing quietly.
"You know what's still coming to you for disobedience, don't you?"
"Yes Sir."
"Another twenty-five from Jock and a second set of fifty tomorrow. Right?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron whispered in horror.
"Speak up, boy! You deserve that for your disrespect and disobedience, don't you?"
"Yes Sir." Aaron didn't dare say otherwise.
"And then you've got more punishment coming for what you did in the saddle. Right?"
The prospect of that was too much. "I'm sorry, Sir!" Aaron sobbed. "Honest, I am! Please don't punish me for that too!"
He turned to the Schlegels, tears streaking down his face. "I'm sorry for what I did, Mr and Mrs Schlegel. Truly, I am."
Mrs Schlegel looked at him coldly. "You have a lot of nerve asking that you not be punished for that."
"I know I shouldn't have cum like that in my jeans, Ma'am" Aaron sobbed. "I'm sorry! I just couldn't help it!"
"You couldn't help it?" Mr Schlegel snorted. "Is that supposed to be an excuse, boy? Do you cream in your jeans every time you see a girl like my daughter?"
Aaron smiled ruefully through his tears, looking at Miranda fondly. "I don't know, Sir. I've never seen a girl like your daughter, Sir."
Miranda smiled back at him, thinking to herself how beautiful Aaron's face looked. Somehow, the tears on his bony cheeks made him look even more vulnerable and attractive. She looked at his slim athletic body and smiled again.
Her father was anything but smiling. "You don't sound very remorseful, boy. Don't you know how disgusting your behavior was?"
"Oh yes, Sir, I do. I do apologize."
He looked at Miranda and couldn't help grinning. "Especially to you, Miss. I really couldn't help it, Miss. I just kept watching you in front of me and... well, you know what happened. I just couldn't help it." He was still grinning. "I know it was wrong, Miss. I do apologize, really I do."
She giggled and grinned back at him, recognizing the message he was sending. She looked at her father mischievously.
Brandon looked at Aaron and laughed. "You're incredible. You'd do it again right now, wouldn't you? You're totally hot for her."
Aaron shrugged, still grinning stupidly at Miranda. "I guess maybe I am."
"Wow!" Brandon grinned. He _c_o_c_k_ed his head. "How many times can you cum? Are all you cowboys this horny?"
"Brandon!" his mother chided, stifling her laughter.
Aaron looked at him, laughing in embarrassment. "I don't know, Brandon. I'm not a superman."
Miranda looked at him and grinned impishly. "I bet you are, Aaron. You're very _s_e_x_y."
"Come on, Miranda" Aaron laughed ruefully. "Don't say things like that! You're really going to get me in trouble."
Mr Schlegel was really angry now. "You're in big trouble already, boy! And you're putting yourself in even bigger trouble if you think you can joke about it like that. I don't think you meant a word of what you said when you apologized to us just now!"
"Oh, I did, Sir. Honest!"
"You're not sorry at all about what happened, are you? You think it's just one big joke."
"I said I was sorry, Sir."
"Yeah, you said you were sorry. But you didn't mean a word, did you? You're dishonest and insolent, boy. And now you're making fun of us, making eyes at my daughter and grinning about what you did! What the _f_u_c_k_ kind of apology is that?" He turned to his wife. "Excuse my language, Betsy."
"It's totally justified" his wife sniffed. "I've never seen such insulting or insolent behavior." She turned to Rod. "I'm surprised the ranch hires scum like him. You men obviously don't know the first thing about what class of person to hire. Nor how to train them."
"Apparently not" Rod shrugged. He looked at Aaron grimly. "I can't do anything about the hiring, Ma'am. But I can certainly do something about the training. We'll do better with this boy, believe me."
"I'm sorry, Sir" Aaron said fearfully, seeing Rod's anger. He turned to Mr Schlegel. "I'm not making fun of you, Sir. I'm sorry if I appeared to be. I can't help it if your daughter made me grin."
"What do you mean, 'you can't help it'? You're insolent and unapologetic, boy. You're going to regret that, believe me!"
"I'm sorry, Sir. Honest, I am!"
"You're lying to us, boy. You're not sorry at all."
Aaron looked at him angrily. "I'm not a liar, Sir. And I'm neither insolent nor unapologetic. I gave you my apology, Sir. That should be quite enough."
"Enough?" Mr Schlegel flared up. "You think an apology which you obviously don't mean is adequate? You are an insolent young smart-ass, boy, and you insulted my daughter and my family. It's obvious that you need a very major lesson."
"That's not true, Sir. I told you, I apologized."
"You need your ass whipped! And whipped hard! Maybe then you'll give us an apology that you mean!"
Aaron shrugged. "That's evidently up to you, Sir. What you decide to do won't change anything." He looked at Miranda. "If I owe you an additional apology, Miss, you have it. The last thing I'd ever do is insult you."
"What I decide won't change anything?" Mr Schlegel smiled ominously. "That sounds like a challenge, boy."
Aaron shrugged again. "I don't mean it to be, Sir. I just meant that you've had my apology."
"Well, we're just going to have to see about that." He turned to Rod. "I want this boy whipped with a switch until he gives us a real apology. One that he really means."
"I can't believe this" Miranda giggled. "You're surely don't intend to punish him again, do you? After all the punishment he just got?"
"I certainly do" Mr Schlegel said grimly. "I'll be _d_a_m_n_ed if some ignorant teenage ranch hand gets away with insulting my daughter. And is insolent to us on top of it."
Miranda looked mischievous again. "Oh, I don't think it was insulting, daddy. I think it was kind of a compliment."
"Well, think what you like. I want this boy's ass whipped."
"It will be" Rod smiled grimly. "Just as hard as you want. We'll do it when we get to our next campsite."
"Do it right now!" Mrs Schlegel said indignantly.
"Pardon me, Ma'am, but we've taken too much time here already. I'd like us to get on our way. We can do it better at the campsite, anyway."
Mr Schlegel smiled at his wife. "Doing it there will be perfectly fine, Betsy. We'll do it his way."
"Oh, very well" Mrs Schlegel said sourly.
Rod looked at Aaron. "Get your clothes on and get on your horse. You're riding ahead of Jock."
Aaron did as he was told. Everyone got on their horses and the group moved out.
The ride was painful for Aaron. He'd forgotten just how painful it could be to ride on a well-beaten ass. The horse swayed from side to side as it plodded along the trail, grinding the saddle into Aaron's bruised buttocks.
Jock rode beside him, smiling at his obvious discomfort. "You think that was bad, kid? You've only got a quarter of what you've got coming."
"Oh, knock it off, Jock!" Aaron said in annoyance. "It's bad enough getting it. I don't need to talk about it."
"And that's just what you get with the strap" Jock grinned. "I can't wait to see you get your ass switched. I bet you'll really howl."
"Oh, _f_u_c_k_ you!" Aaron said angrily.
He kept thinking about it as he rode, remembering how bad it had been when he got it from Bill. God! he thought. I don't know how I can take that! He could see the lake below where they would be camping for the night. It was only a couple of hours away. Maybe not even that. God! How much will they give me?
Aaron got progressively more frightened as he thought about what was coming and as the lake drew closer. He knew where the campsite would be it was one he had visited on one of Rod's inspection tours-- and knew what the trees around it were like. There were birch trees near the lake, all around the campsite. There would be many fresh saplings for Rod to choose from.
The more he thought about it, the more horrible the prospect seemed. God! If only he'd not let his prick take over his mind! He started sobbing to himself in anticipation as they rode down onto the flat.
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[to be continued.... ]