[Author's note: Our hero, Aaron Goodman, really screwed up royally. Riding on the trail as a guide for a guest safari, he lost himself in dreams of what he might do if only he could get himself alone with Miranda, the seventeen-year-old daughter of the rich Philadelphia family he had been assigned to help guide. His dreams ended up wet as he ejaculated down the inner thigh of his jeans. Worse still, their brat of a teenage son had ridden up beside him just as he cried out, gleefully reporting to everyone how Aaron had cum imagining himself _f_u_c_k_ing Miranda's ass.
Aaron was horribly embarrassed, but nowhere near as much as the lead guide, Rod Fuller. Aaron compounded Rod's embarrassment by refusing to obey Rod's instructions to bare himself in front of Miranda to receive the punishment demanded by her indignant parents. After being beaten severely over a log for his disobedience, Aaron made matters even worse with a mocking apology to Miranda that titillated and amused the _s_e_x_y teenager but infuriated her parents.
Having managed to alienate everybody other than the two teenagers, Aaron has ridden down on his blistered ass to receive the punishment demanded by Miranda's parents... ]
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Rod handed Aaron a hunting knife. "Tell them what you're going to do with this knife over in those trees."
Aaron looked at Rod in fear, knowing what he had to say. "I'm going to find a young sapling and cut a switch for you to use on me."
"Right. So go do it." He smiled ominously. "Make sure it's a good one, or you'll get even more."
"What do you regard as good?" Aaron asked tremulously. He'd never been switched by Rod before.
"One that really will hurt you. You should know by now what I'll want."
"Can I go with him?" Brandon asked. "I want to see how he chooses one."
Rod looked at Mr Schlegel, who shrugged.
"Sure, Brandon" Rod smiled. "Tell you what. You choose one and get Aaron to choose a second one. We'll use whichever one your dad thinks is best."
"Maybe both" Mr Schlegel smiled, looking at Aaron disdainfully.
"Cool!" Brandon laughed. He looked at Aaron and grinned. "Let's go get them, cum boy."
"Brandon!" his mother laughed. "You've really to to control your mouth. You're going to get a whipping yourself if you keep talking like that."
Brandon looked at her and grinned, knowing that her threat wasn't real. He winked at her and walked over with Aaron to the trees.
Brandon couldn't stop grinning as he walked. He kept looking at Aaron. "You're really going to get it" he finally blurted. "Is it true that you got punished for cumming in your jeans before?"
"Yeah" Aaron grimaced. "Unfortunately."
"Wow! You really must have been horny to do that again. Cumming in the saddle, that was wild! Do you cum like that a lot?"
"Not publicly" Aaron laughed ruefully. "Not often, anyway. I guess I let myself daydream."
"Yeah? Dreaming about _f_u_c_k_ing my sister?" He grinned at Aaron again. "She's too much, isn't she?"
Aaron smiled and shook his head. "I think she's great."
"God!" Brandon grinned. "You really do have the hots for her."
Aaron just shrugged.
Brandon looked at Aaron appraisingly. "You already got a lot from Rod, up there where we stopped for lunch. What does your ass feel like now?"
"Better than it did then" Aaron shrugged. "It's still burning, if that's what you want to know."
"I bet!" Brandon grinned. "What's it like to get it with a switch?"
Aaron smiled ruefully. "You don't want to know."
"I bet it's really bad."
"Yeah, it is."
"What you did really pissed my dad off. He's going to make sure you really get it. Can you take that on top of what you already got?"
Adam snorted. "Do I have a choice?"
"I guess not." Brandon thought about it for a moment. "You ever get your ass whipped this bad before? I mean, with a switch as well as with a strap?"
"Some" Aaron shrugged. "It happens more times out here than we'd like."
"Wow!" Brandon grinned. "You're not kidding? Cowboys still get their asses thrashed like in the old Wild West?"
"They do here."
"Fantastic! Does the switch really hurt when you get it?"
"It's pretty _f_u_c_k_ing awful." Aaron looked at him curiously. "What's with you, Brandon? How come you're so excited about this?"
"Oh, I don't know" he shrugged. He looked at Aaron and grinned. "I guess the idea of getting it like that turns me on."
Aaron laughed. "Maybe you should try it if it does that to you."
"Hey, would you do that? Give it to me on my naked bum? I'd really like to know what it feels like."
Aaron looked at him warily. "You're not serious."
"Yes, I am" Brandon nodded. "I read all about it. It really turns me on. I jerk off every time I read a story in which the cowboy gets it on his ass. Watching you get that strap really gave me a hard-on."
"Oh, come on, you're kidding me. It sure didn't turn me on."
"I bet the switch will. I can't wait to see you get it with a switch. Please, Aaron! Show me what it's like."
"No way. You'll just get me in more trouble."
"No, I won't. It'd just be a trial." He looked at Aaron earnestly. "We should test the switches after we get them, shouldn't we? How about trying giving me one or two with each on my bare bum? Then I'll know which one is worse."
Aaron smiled in amusement. "So you can tell your dad which one to use?"
"That too" Brandon shrugged. He looked at Aaron and grinned. "Come on, Aaron. I know you'd like to do it." He looked at Aaron mischievously. "You're getting a hard-on from just thinking about it."
"Oh, sure" Aaron sneered, looking at him scornfully. "You're just trying to get me in even deeper _s_h_i_t_."
"No!" Brandon said in an injured tone. "I'm not! Honest! Please, Aaron. I really do want to know what it feels like."
"You'll yell. That'll really put me in _s_h_i_t_ with your dad."
"No, I won't. No one can see us here. I won't yell, I promise."
"You won't like it."
"Maybe I will" he grinned. "Maybe it will make me cum. How will I know if I don't try it?"
Aaron laughed. "Let's get the switches. You can tell me if you still want to try them out after we've cut them."
They looked through the woods and cut two switches, each a little over three feet long. Brandon chose a thin one. It tapered to a smaller end that was as thin as the end of Aaron's little finger. The one Aaron had cut was considerably thicker and more massive, thicker than his middle finger at its smaller end.
"Why did you get one so thick?" Brandon asked.
"To be sure I get what Rod prefers" Aaron shrugged. "You heard his threat."
He trimmed the branches off both and then swung each one with a whipping motion. Both made a dangerous sound as they swished through the air.
"You still want to try these on your butt, Brandon? They'll really hurt."
Brandon nodded, though not so _c_o_c_k_ily. "Will you give them to me hard?"
"That's up to you" Aaron shrugged. "You want them hard? Like what I'll get? You'll cry out if I give them to you like that."
"No, I won't." Brandon undid his jeans, pushed them down, and bent over. "I want to feel what you're going to get."
"Then pull your underpants down. You're not naked."
"Oh, okay" Brandon grimaced, pulling them down to his knees. "Give me the thin one first."
Aaron looked at the boy's ass. It looked almost as _s_e_x_y as his sister's, set off like hers by his slender waist. He felt his prick stir.
"You promise you won't cry out?"
"I promise."
"Okay. Spread your legs apart and keep your hands on the ground."
Brandon did as he was told. Aaron picked up the thin switch and reached forward to touch the boy's buttocks.
"You ready for this?"
Brandon nodded nervously as Aaron reached back.
Aaron slashed the switch lightly across Brandon's buttocks, taking care not to hit hard enough to leave a mark.
"Oh Christ!" Brandon moaned. "That really stung!" He straightened up and rubbed his buttocks. "Still, it wasn't as bad as I expected. Was that really as bad as what you'll get?"
"Maybe not quite" Aaron admitted. "As a matter of fact, it was a lot less hard, if you really want to know."
"Then give it to me like you'll get."
"Seriously? You really want it that hard?"
"Please" Brandon nodded, bending down again into his previous position. "I want to know what it'll feel like to get what you'll get."
"Okay." Aaron reached back. "I'll do it, but this time it'll really hurt. You sure you want me to do this?"
"Yes" he nodded impatiently. "Come on, don't hold back. Give it to me!"
..SSWWWISSSHHHHHH!!.. The switch slashed through the air.
"Jesus!" Brandon whispered fearfully. For a moment, he'd thought that would be the real thing. "Come on, don't tease me!"
"Okay" Aaron smiled, reaching back.
..SSWWWISSSHHHHHH!!
This time was for real.
..WHIP!!
"AOOOWWWHHHH!!" Brandon shouted, jumping up in shock. "JESUS!!" Aaron hadn't held back. "_f_u_c_k_ING JESUS, THAT HURT!!"
"What happened?" someone shouted from the clearing. "Are you all right in there?"
"We're okay!" Brandon shouted back. "I just fell!" He lowered his voice. "God! That was nothing like the first one! That really hurt!"
"You asked for it" Aaron shrugged.
"I know I did." He reached back and felt his buttocks. "Wow! I can feel where it landed. What does it look like? Does it really show up?"
"Oh yeah" Aaron smiled, looking at the red stripe across Brandon's ass. "You've got a bright red welt. Anyone who sees that will know exactly what you got. It'll be visible for a good while."
"Wow!" Brandon sighed, shaking his head in amazement. "Will the other switch be just as bad?"
"Worse" Aaron shrugged. "It's thicker and heavier, but is still supple enough to whip. You'd really feel it if I gave it to you that hard."
"Do it" Brandon said resolutely, bending down again. "Give it to me now. And do it hard, okay? Just as hard as you can."
"No way. You'll yell like you just did with the thin one."
"No, I won't. I promise." He looked at Aaron pleadingly. "Please, Aaron. I really want to feel what it's like."
"I won't take the chance."
"Then I'll tell on you. I'll show them the mark you left on my ass. I'll tell them you started getting a hard-on, forced me to lower my jeans, and then hit me with the switch when I wouldn't let you _f_u_c_k_ my ass."
"You _f_u_c_k_ing bastard" Aaron laughed. "That's blackmail."
"I mean it. They'll believe it, especially my mom."
Aaron nodded to himself, mentally agreeing. Brandon's mother would believe anything her bratty son told her.
"She'll make them really beat you hard" Brandon insisted. "So will my dad."
Aaron looked at him in amusement. "You'd really do that?"
"You're _d_a_m_n_ed right I would! I'll tell them you tried to push your hard-on into me and whipped me when I resisted." He looked at Aaron pleadingly. "Don't make me do that, Aaron. I really want you to give it to me. And to give it to me hard, like what you'll get."
Aaron looked at him grimly. "Okay, you little brat, I'll do that. But you're not crying out this time. I'll make sure of that right now."
He picked up the knife and grabbed Brandon's briefs, pulling them up hard as he did so.
"Hey! What are you doing! You're crushing my balls!"
"Shut up!" Aaron commanded, holding Brandon down. "Stay where you are!"
Brandon obeyed. Aaron grabbed Brandon's briefs between his legs and slashed through them with the knife.
"What the _f_u_c_k_ are you doing?"
"I told you to shut up!" The briefs fell off as Aaron cut through the elastic. "Open your mouth."
Brandon did as he was told. Aaron crunched the fabric up into a ball and shoved it into Brandon's mouth.
"Okay, now stay where you are and keep your ass up. You want the real thing, you're getting it."
Brandon lifted his ass, looking at Aaron fearfully as Aaron picked up the switch. He looked really _s_e_x_y, Aaron thought as he looked at the boy's upturned naked ass. Aaron reached out to touch Brandon's buttocks with the switch, moved further away, and reached forward to touch Brandon again. Brandon trembled but stayed where he was.
Aaron smiled grimly. "You really want this hard?"
Brandon nodded fearfully.
"Good. You'll get it hard." He touched Brandon's buttocks again. "You know this'll hurt, don't you?"
Brandon nodded again, even more fearfully.
"Spread your legs further apart. And lift that ass up."
Brandon did as he was told, moving his feet as far apart as the jeans around his ankles allowed. Aaron tapped Brandon's ass again, watching him tremble in anticipation.
"You're going to get the real thing this time, Brandon. You deserve it for trying to blackmail me."
He reached back and swung as hard as he could.
..SSWWWISSSHHHHHH!!.. The sound was even worse than before.
..WHIP!!..
"MMWAPPPHHH!!" Brandon shrieked into the gag. "AARRGHHH!!! GAWDGHH!!!"
The heavy cane had smashed across his buttocks just a little below where the blows from the thinner switch had landed. Brandon saw Aaron reach back and reached up to rip out the gag, falling forward slightly as he did so.
"AOOOWWWHHH!!" he bawled. "JESUS CHRIST, AARON! THAT REALLY HURT!"
Aaron smiled as he swung. "This one's for the blackmail."
..SSWWWISSSHHHHHH!!..
"AIEEEEEEHHHHHH!!" Brandon yelled, jumping up in shock. "OOOWWWHHHHHOOO!!! JESUS!! _f_u_c_k_ING JESUS!!"
"What's going on back there?" Mr Schlegel shouted.
Brandon hadn't expected the second blow. The switch had cut across his ass right where his buttocks met his thighs, slashing into him with electric pain. "AAOOOOOWWWWWHHHH!!" he shrieked again, grabbing his ass and sobbing. "OH CHRIST!!"
"What happened?" Mr Schlegel yelled, running into the woods. "Are you all right, Brandon?"
"OH GOD!!" Brandon was still shrieking. "YOU REALLY HURT ME, AARON!!" He was dancing up and down in pain. "JESUS CHRIST, THAT HURTS!!"
Rod ran after Mr Schlegel, catching up to him just as they both saw Brandon. The boy was jumping up and down, still screaming in pain and shock.
Mr Schlegel pulled up in amazement. "What in God's name is going on?"
Brandon tried to pull up his jeans when he saw them, still dancing in pain. He tripped and fell on his ass, landing on a rock.
"OOOOWWWHHHH!!" he shrieked. "_f_u_c_k_!!"
"Get up, you idiot!" Aaron hissed. "Pull your _f_u_c_k_ing pants up."
Brandon was still bawling. "OH GOD!!" he sobbed. "MY ASS! GOD, THAT SWITCH HURT!!"
"He hit you?" Mr Schlegel said unbelievingly. "On your naked ass?"
Brandon nodded as he pulled himself up, rubbing his ass and sobbing. "Twice! And he really hit hard!"
"You swine!" Mr Schlegel spat at Aaron. "You filthy pervert!"
Brandon shook his head. "It's not his fault, dad. I asked for it."
"You're kidding" Mr Schlegel said in disbelief.
"It's true!" He reached down to pull on his jeans, tossing the remains of his briefs under some bushes. "I told Aaron to switch my ass and to do it hard. I wanted to know what it'll feel like when he gets it."
He sobbed as he pulled his jeans up. "GOD, IT HURTS!!" He clutched his ass. "I can't believe how much that hurt!"
"And you gave it to him?" Rod snorted, looking at Aaron in disgust. "Don't you have any brains at all, Aaron?"
"Please!" Brandon pleaded. "Don't blame him. I made him do it."
Mr Schlegel laughed incredulously. "You're not serious, Brandon. You can't be!"
"Yes, I am" Brandon nodded, still sobbing from the pain. "Please don't blame him, dad. He just did what I asked."
"Well!" Rod snorted. "It's good to know he obeys someone."
Mr Schlegel shook his head as he looked at his son. "This is bizarre." He suddenly laughed. "Okay, Brandon. I guess you know what it feels like now. You want more?"
Brandon shook his head. "No way!!" He looked at Aaron bitterly. "You gave me one I didn't expect!"
Aaron smiled thinly. "It was no less than you deserved. You tried blackmail, remember?"
"Blackmail?" Mr Schlegel asked.
"It doesn't matter" Brandon shrugged. "The point is, that switch is really bad." He looked at Rod and his father. "There's no way I could ever take a punishment with something like that. How many will you give him?"
"I don't know" Rod shrugged. He looked at Mr Schlegel. "Two or three dozen?"
Mr Schlegel shrugged. "At least."
Brandon shook his head in amazement. "Wow!" He looked at Aaron with respect. "Can you really take that?"
Aaron smiled wanly and shrugged. "I doubt it. But I don't think I get to choose."
"You sure don't" Rod said grimly. "Let's go back out before you do something else stupid."
When they got back to the clearing, Brandon's mother fussed over him. "Oh, my poor boy! What happened to you, Brandon? Are you all right?"
"I'm okay, Mom. Nothing happened."
His father laughed. "He wanted to find out what the switch will feel like."
"He what?"
Miranda giggled. "He got Aaron to give it to him?"
"Yes. Several times, apparently. Your little brother's curiosity is unbounded."
"Did it hurt?" she asked her brother. "Did you cry?"
"Not really" Brandon smiled weakly. "I mean, yes, it hurt. It hurt a lot. But I didn't cry. Isn't that right, Aaron? I just yelled."
"You were pretty brave" Aaron smiled.
"Not as brave as you're going to be" Brandon smiled back. "Aaron's a really tough cowboy, Miranda. He has to be if he gets this."
"He's not really all that tough" Jock sneered.
"Yes, he is" Brandon said loyally. "I bet he won't even cry."
Rod smiled grimly. "I'd bet you on that, Brandon. Just remember, there's a big difference between what you got and what Aaron's going to get."
"Yeah, but I still bet he won't cry."
Mr Schlegel laughed. "Brandon, you don't get the point. You just got one or two."
"Three" Brandon said proudly.
"Whatever. Aaron's going to get switched until he starts to cry, just like he did with the strap. Then, and only then, will we start counting out his punishment." Mr Schlegel looked at Rod. "Right?"
"Of course" Rod nodded.
Brandon looked at them in shock. "You mean it?" He turned to Rod. "How many will he get then?"
"As many as your dad thinks appropriate. Probably several dozen. Certainly enough to blister his ass." He looked at Mr Schlegel. "Right, Sir?"
"Absolutely!" Mr Schlegel nodded.
"But only after he breaks down and cries" Rod smiled. "So don't encourage him to be brave, Brandon. That would just be plain stupid. Right, Aaron?"
"_f_u_c_k_ you!" Aaron said bitterly.
Rod laughed. "He'll be stupid."
"Wow!" Brandon gasped, realizing how bad it would be. "I thought you were kidding earlier when you said that. You're giving him all that just for coming off? I mean, all he did was cum in his jeans. He didn't rape Miranda or anything, did he?"
"What he did was stupid enough" Rod smiled. "Right, Aaron?"
Aaron was looking at Miranda, seeing her excitement and the way she swung her ass. She was so _f_u_c_k_ing _s_e_x_y! He felt his prick starting to swell up inside his jeans as he looked at her.
"I'd do it again" he smiled.
"Oh, wow, I think you would" she laughed, looking at his swelling crotch. "You're really something, cowboy. Are all you cowboys this horny?"
"For you, yes" he grinned.
Brandon burst out laughing. "Look at that! He's getting a hard-on again!"
"I will be _f_u_c_k_ed!" Mr Schlegel said in astonishment. "Excuse me, Betsy. But this is just _f_u_c_k_ing unbelievable!"
Rod looked at Aaron and snorted in disgust. "We'll get rid of that quickly enough. Get those clothes off, Aaron."
Aaron's prick deflated as he looked at Rod's expression. He hesitated.
"Do it now, Aaron. You know what you'll get if you disobey again."
"What will he get if he does?" Brandon asked. "As much as you gave earlier?"
"More than that, son. Much more, believe me." He looked at Aaron mercilessly. "Isn't that right, boy?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron nodded, doing as he was told. "I won't disobey you, Sir."
He stripped off his T-shirt, bent over to take off his boots and socks, and stepped out of his jeans.
"Get over the end of that table" Rod ordered. "Put your hands out in front of you and grab the sides."
Earlier crews had built a picnic table at the campsite, just as had been done at similar sites. Aaron bent over the end of the table, stretching out to rest his chest on the table's boards.
"Bring a couple of ropes, Jock. We'll need to tie him down for the switch."
Jock brought two ropes over. Rod used one to tie Aaron's waist to the table, passing it through the spaces between the boards. Then he tied an end of the other rope to one of Aaron's wrists, passed the other end under the table, and tied it to Aaron's other wrist.
"That'll keep him from reaching back" Rod explained.
Miranda looked at Rod warily. "You're not really going to give him what you said earlier, are you?"
"That's up to your dad" Rod shrugged.
Mr Schlegel smiled grimly. "What you specified earlier sounds about right, Rod. Especially after his little display just now."
"But that was for me" Miranda said in surprise. "He was just being nice."
"Yeah? Well, I think it's about time he learns a lesson about how ranch hands behave in front of guests. Good manners does not include displaying a hard-on every time he looks at my daughter. Right, Betsy?"
"Absolutely" Mrs Schlegel said grimly. "Don't you go all moon-eyed over him, Miranda. Don't forget he's just a ranch hand."
"I don't care if he's a ranch hand or not" Miranda pouted. "You can't blame him for wanting me. I think he's sweet to do this!"
Aaron smiled as he heard that, beginning to think that Miranda really did like him. His prick started to swell up again as he thought about what it would be like to make out with her. Front or back, she would be fantastic.
"Look at that!" Brandon grinned. "He's getting hard again."
"We'll see how long that lasts" Mr Schlegel said impatiently. "What's holding you back, Fuller?"
"Nothing, Sir. Which switch do you want me to use?"
"We might as well use Brandon's hard-earned knowledge" Mr Schlegel smiled. "You experienced both, Brandon?"
Brandon nodded.
"Okay, which hurts most?"
"I don't know" Brandon shrugged. "I guess the second one. But they're both pretty bad, dad. They both hurt a lot."
"Then let's use both. We'll start with the one you picked. Which one is that, Brandon?"
"The thinner one."
Brandon's eyes were wide as he looked at Aaron's naked ass. Seeing Aaron tied down made what he was going to get look very formidable. Certainly a lot more formidable than what Brandon had received from Aaron when he bent over.
He could still feel the sting of Aaron's last two blows. He thought about what twenty or thirty blows would feel like. God! That would really hurt! He didn't see how anyone could take that!
Brandon reached back to feel his ass through his jeans and felt his prick stir. God! It had hurt when he got it from Aaron, but what he felt now was mostly a tingling warmth. It felt kind of _s_e_x_y. He felt even more curious about what a real beating would feel like, almost wishing he could take Aaron's place.
Aaron began to tremble as he watched Rod pick up the thinner switch. His prick quickly deflated as Rod took it out to his left.
"You still think he won't cry?" Rod grinned at Brandon. "You want to bet on that?"
"Brandon doesn't bet" his mother said archly.
"No?" Rod laughed. "Anyone else care to bet on how long it takes?"
"He won't cry" Brandon said loyally. "Not for a long time, anyway. He's a tough cowboy. I know he is."
Thanks, kid, Aaron thought to himself. I'm supposed to show you I'm brave? I wish you hadn't read all those cowboy romance books.
Rod smiled at Brandon. "You're wrong, kid. Aaron's a wimp. He'll cry a lot sooner than you think."
Brandon shook his head. "You're wrong. Aaron's brave. He did this just because he likes my sister. He's not going to cry in front of her if he can help it."
"Brandon's right" Miranda nodded. "I think Aaron's very brave."
Oh, many thanks, Aaron thought. Now I've got to prove myself to her too. God! he thought. He knew this would be bad.
"Well, we'll soon see" Rod grinned. "Ready for this, kid?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron nodded. He gritted his teeth as Rod reached back and swung.
..WHIP!!
Aaron almost cried out as the switch cut into him. The pain was terrible as it blazed up across his ass, far worse than he remembered from before. He closed his eyes and tensed as Rod reached back to swing again.
..WHIP!!
Oh Jesus! he thought, somehow keeping from crying out. God, that was bad! The switch had cut across his buttocks just below the welt from the previous blow. The pain as it did so was electric.
"Look at the marks those two blows left!" Miranda said admiringly. "That must be incredibly painful!"
"You'd better believe it" Brandon nodded. "God! That was worse than what Aaron gave me. It must have really hurt!"
"He's very brave" Miranda smiled.
"A lot tougher than I am" Brandon nodded. "You heard how I cried out."
Aaron's prick twitched as he heard Miranda's compliment. He gritted his teeth again, determined to live up to it.
..WHIP!!
That one was really bad. Rod had slashed the switch across the underside of his buttocks, just above the backs of his thighs. Where it landed, he could feel a line of fire, as if he'd just been touched with a red-hot rod. It took every bit of control he could muster to keep from crying out.
As Rod reached back to swing again, Aaron frantically tried to think of things that would block him from focussing on the pain. He thought about why he'd come to the ranch and how the job would help his career. He knew he could do something great with his life if only he could get to graduate school. If he could only show Miranda how good he was, he knew she'd do anything he wanted.
Maybe she'd even do that here for him, he fantasized. He knew she'd be fantastic, if only he could get his prick into her.
..WHIP!!
Oh Jesus, that one was bad! He stifled back the cry that almost burst from his throat.
..WHIP!!
Oh God! He jerked up off the table, willing himself to stay silent. He'd closed his eyes and tensed again, but the pain was burning through him like from an electric shock, burning way into the depths of his being. God, it was brutal.
..WHIP!!
He almost lost it that time. The switch slashed into his sitting area, justabove where his buttocks joined his thighs. God, it stung! He jerked up so much that his prick ground into the end of the table. He had to really bite his lips to keep from crying out.
He thought again about _f_u_c_k_ing Miranda. It would be so fantastic to _f_u_c_k_ that ass. If he could get her to let him do that, that would make what he was getting totally worthwhile. That ass was so great! so beautiful! His prick swelled up under the table as he thought about how wonderful it would be.
..WHIP!!
Again Aaron jerked but stayed silent. His prick deflated for a moment but quickly started swelling up again.
"He's amazingly strong" Miranda said admiringly.
"A real cowboy" Brandon nodded.
"Christ, can't you hit him harder?" Mr Schlegel glared at Rod. "He hasn't made a sound!"
"I'm hitting him as hard as I can!" Rod countered angrily.
"You can't be! You're pretending!"
"No, he isn't, dad!" Brandon cut in. "I can tell from the sound. He's hitting Aaron much harder than Aaron hit me. Aaron's really tough."
"I don't believe it" Mr Schlegel glowered.
"It's true." Brandon looked at Aaron with admiration. "He's much, much tougher than me, dad. He's a really tough cowboy. I bet he'll never cry."
"He's not that tough" Rod sneered. "You just wait, little man. I'll show you just how tough he is. A couple more of these on his ass and he'll be crying like a baby."
Brandon lashed out at Rod angrily. "You're full of bull_s_h_i_t_. He's tougher than you are, that's for sure."
"You think so?" Rod smiled. "Just wait."
..WHIP!!
Aaron jerked up. He'd almost lost himself in his reverie about Miranda when that blow slashed across the backs of his thighs. The shock was a whip of blinding pain.
He almost lost it then, almost letting a moan of pain burst out, just barely suppressing it as he bucked forward. The motion of his body rubbed his hard-on painfully against the underside of the table, making him jerk up again in a mixture of excitement and pain. Oh Jesus, he thought. If only that table were her ass!
..WHIP!!
That one was even worse. Rod had moved slightly and had slashed that across his ass, cutting across his buttocks down onto the outside of his right leg. The blow left a fiery welt on that buttock. He had to bite his lips hard to keep from crying out.
He was doing this for Miranda, he told himself. He was humping the end of the table now, thinking of what he'd get as a reward. She'd have to let him _f_u_c_k_ her after this, he rhapsodized. She'd have to!
..WHIP!!
That one wasn't too bad, not as bad as the one before, anyway. It slashed into the fleshiest part of his buttocks, hurting like hell, but a barely tolerable hell. He bucked against the end of the table again, bucking again and again to keep himself from crying out. His prick rubbed painfully against the table, swelling up again.
Somehow, the entire experience was pushing him to the edge. He looked at Miranda's star-struck face and thought once again about how fantastic she was. Oh God! he thought. How fantastic it would be to _f_u_c_k_ her. He felt his balls start to tighten. His prick was rock-hard now as he thought about her. It hurt against the edge of the table, but he didn't care. He pushed in hard.
Brandon was really impressed. He remembered how he'd cried out from the pain when Aaron had hit him. He knew he'd exaggerated about his own bravery when he boasted about being able to take it. He'd boasted about Aaron's bravery partly because he'd boasted about himself and partly because it just might be true.
Now, Aaron was taking it, just like Brandon had told everybody he would. Aaron was so cool! As he watched Aaron's athletic body bucking into the table, he felt his prick swelling up inside his jeans in admiration. God! he thought. What a tough guy! What a _s_e_x_y thing to watch!
Miranda was impressed too. Aaron must be terribly brave to take so many blows of that awful switch. She looked at him writhing on the table and thought again to herself what a great stud he'd be. A guy that tough had to be a fantastic stud! And his body looked so cool! I bet he'd really be good, she smiled to herself.
..WHIP!!
Aaron's body shuddered and bucked as the switch cut into his buttocks again. But he was so consumed with imagined passion that he hardly noticed the pain. He was really bucking into the table now, totally consumed by his vision of _f_u_c_k_ing Miranda's ass as he _f_u_c_k_ed the table with his prick.
Suddenly Brandon realized what Aaron was doing.
"Look at that!" he laughed. "He's _f_u_c_k_ing the table!"
..WHIP!!
The switch slashed into Aaron's buttocks just as Brandon spoke. The shock of that blow pushed Aaron over the top. He felt himself beginning to cum.
"Oh Jesus!" he blurted out in shock, suddenly realizing what he was doing. He spurted way out, under the table. "OH, JESUS!" he cried. "I'M CUMMING!!" He kept spurting. "OH, GOD, MIRANDA!! I'M CUMMING! OH GOD!"
Well, did that display ever put the cat among the pigeons!
When he finally came down off his high, Aaron couldn't believe what he'd done. God! What a total _f_u_c_k_up! Doing that again! _f_u_c_k_! How could he be so stupid! He'd really get it now!
He was totally embarrassed by what had happened. To do that again! And in front of Miranda and her parents, even more publicly visible than before! God! He'd been totally unaware of what he was doing. He smiled slightly, realizing how much he'd come. Wow! She sure did turn him on!
"Oh, Aaron!" Miranda gasped, gaping at the exhausted boy.
God! she thought. What an incredible stud! She slid her hand down to rub her crotch as she thought again about how great that prick would feel inside her.
"Miranda!" her mother yelled. "Don't do that! I will not have that!"
She took her hand away but continued to look at Aaron in awe. She'd heard him cry out her name, but she hadn't needed to hear it to know what had happened. She KNEW he'd come for her! What a beautiful athletic stud! All that jizm! She was close to creaming herself as she watched him cum.
Brandon was even more amazed. _f_u_c_k_! he thought. What a fantastic _f_u_c_k_ing sight! What a turn-on! He reached down and fumbled for his own prick, grabbing it just before he creamed. Oh _f_u_c_k_! he realized. I'm going to cum too! He turned and raced for the woods.
"What the _f_u_c_k_ is going on?" Mr Schlegel gaped. "Where are you going, Brandon? What are you doing?"
Brandon didn't answer. By this time, he'd reached the woods and had ripped open his jeans, jerking his prick out just before it spurted into them. He held it in his hand, _f_u_c_k_ing his hand like crazy while a torrent of jizm spurted out against a tree. When the flood finally subsided, he leaned against the tree, totally drained. Wow! What a _f_u_c_k_ing turn-on! He'd never seen anything so incredibly exciting.
Mr Schlegel turned on Rod. "You're a _f_u_c_k_ing asshole. You obviously don't have a clue about how to beat that boy's ass! Where's that other switch? Let me have it."
He picked up the heavier switch and lit into Aaron.
"OWHH! AOOWWHH!!" Aaron shrieked as the first two blows smashed into him. His prick was totally deflated now after cumming. With his mental energy dissipated by his climax, he was completely unprepared for the force of Mr Schlegel's blows.
"AOOOWWHHH!!" That blow hit into the underside of his buttocks with unexpected power. "GOD!" His resolution not to cry out fled totally. All he could think of was the power with which the heavy switch was being smashed into him.
"NOOOH!! OH GOD!!" More blows fell. "AOOOOOWWWHHHH!! NOOOOOH!! PLEASE!!"
"You see?" Mr Schlegel said to Rod scornfully. "That's all it takes."
He turned back to Aaron and continued to smash blows down on him.
"AOOWWHH!! OOWWHHHOO!!" Aaron was really writhing now, desperately twisting and turning on the table. "PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!! PLEASE!!!"
The heavy switch hurt more than the first switch had. Much, much more. All of Aaron's resolve had fled. He was desperately crying out in pain now, legs flying up in the air as he writhed and twisted on the table.
Blow after blow fell down on him. "AOOWWWHHH!! OOWHHOOHH!!" he shrieked. "PLEASE! AOOOOWWWHH!! JESUS!! PLEASE!! AOOOWWWHHHOOOO!!"
"You weren't hitting him at all, were you?" Mr Schlegel said to Rod venomously. "That was a charade! You weren't even trying to punish him!"
"That's not true" Rod countered angrily.
"Sure it is. I wouldn't even be surprised if you knew he'd come off like that. You were just tapping him lightly enough to turn him on."
"No!!" Rod said furiously. He picked up the other switch. "Hold off! I'll show you what I can do."
He went in front of Aaron and hit down over the top of Aaron's left buttock, hitting down onto the inside of that thigh. The pain as the switch cut across the welts on his buttocks was just blinding.
"AIEEEOOWHH!!" Aaron shrieked, jerking up. He jerked up so hard that he pulled the rope off one of his wrists, reaching back to grab his ass to try to protect it. "OH JESUS!! NOOOH!! PLEASE, ROD!! NOT THAT!!"
"You're not embarrassing me again, boy. Get your hands down!"
"Oh please, Rod" Aaron begged, holding his chest up off the table with one hand. He held onto his flaming ass with his other hand, feeling the blood oozing from where that cut had opened some of the welts. "Please don't hit me like that!"
"Get down and stay down. That's an order, boy!"
Aaron lowered himself down on the table, sobbing in anticipation as Rod reached back. The switch slashed down on his other side, this time drawing blood at its end.
"AIEEEEOOOWHHH!!" he shrieked, jerking up again. "OH CHRIST!! CHRIST!!"
"Get down, you stupid asshole!" Rod turned to Jock's assistant. "Tie those hands together again, Rick. And then hold him down so he doesn't move."
Rick did as Rod demanded, tying the rope back on Aaron's wrist and then going in front of Aaron to hold him down.
Rod moved to where he could hit past Rick, looking down on Aaron in contempt. "You're really getting it now, boy."
He hit Aaron again, this time cutting into one of Aaron's ass cheeks just millimeters away from his asshole.
"AAOOOOWWWWWHHHH!!!" Aaron shrieked, jerking wildly. "OH PLEASE, ROD!! PLEASE!!"
"You still think I can't get to him?" Rod smiled grimly.
"Okay, you've proved your point" Mr Schlegel smiled. "Keep doing that. I'll keep giving him this from here."
"AOOWWHH!! OWHH!!" Aaron cried as Mr Schlegel's next blow landed. Rod's blow followed, less than a second later. "AIEEEEOOOWWHHH!! JESUS!! JESUS!!"
Rod and Mr Schlegel kept smashing blows into Aaron, each one crossing its predecessor at a right angle. The pain as the blows cut across previous welts was like nothing Aaron had ever experienced.
"AAOOOWWHHH!! OOWWWHHHOO!!! NOOOH!! OH PLEASE!! AOOOWWWHHHH!! PLEASE!!"
By this time, Aaron was shrieking hysterically, shrieking and sobbing and jerking on the table as blow after blow kept smashing into his ass. Rick had to work hard to keep Aaron from jumping up.
"AIEEOOWHH!! OWHH!!" His legs were flying. "CHRIST!! OH GOD!!"
Rod and Mr Schlegel kept raining blows down on Aaron, slashing them into him as hard as they could. Aaron was almost hysterical.
"AOOWWHH!! AIEEEEH!! OH, PLEASE STOP!! PLEASE!! PLEASE!!"
"That's more like it" Mr Schlegel smiled. "Let's speed this up and really make him howl!"
The rhythm of their blows got faster and faster with each pair of blows. So did their power. Aaron's shrieks grew even more hysterical with each increment.
By the time they'd slashed half a dozen more pairs of blows down on him, the blows were falling on Aaron so fast that he hardly had time between cries of pain to plead for them to stop. The blows just kept smashing down into him, each one cutting into his flesh with incredible pain.
Aaron was frantic now. By now, Rod and Mr Schlegel had smashed more than a dozen pairs of blows down on him. The pain in his ass was so unbelievable and so incessant that he could hardly even scream. Every pair of blows was another shock of unbelievably blazing pain.
The pain just kept growing. Rod and Mr Schlegel kept slashing into him without pause, slashing the switches down all over his buttocks and thighs. Rod's blows slashed down across Mr Schlegel's, slashing down between his legs as well as all over the backs of his thighs. By the time a dozen and a half pairs of blows had landed, Aaron was a bloody mess.
After another two pairs of blows, Mr Schlegel finally slowed down.
"Let's pause for a moment" Rod said to him. "Let me check his ass."
"OH GOD!! GOD!!" Aaron cried as they stopped, shrieking from the incredible pain washing over him. "OH GOD!!"
He finally realized they'd stopped. "OH, THANK GOD! YOU'VE STOPPED!! THANK GOD!!"
Aaron's ass was bloody all over. Virtually every welt on his buttocks and on the backs of his thighs had been cut open by the cross pattern of blows. The insides and backs of his thighs were bleeding from where the tips of Rod's switch had cut into them. Aaron could feel blood dripping down all over the insides of his thighs as he shrieked and sobbed from the pain.
"We'd better not give him any more with these switches" Rod told Mr Schlegel. "He's bleeding all over."
"Well, I'm not finished with him" Mr Schlegel said venomously. "Keep holding him down."
He picked up a three-feet-long board that was lying beside the table. He started beating Aaron's ass with it.
..CRACK!!!
"OH GOD!! GOD!!" Aaron shrieked, jerking in agony as the board smashed down across his buttocks.
..CRACK!!! ..CRACK!!!
Mr Schlegel kept smashing the board into him.
"AOOOWWWHHH!!" Rick could hardly hold Aaron down. "PLEASE, SIR!!" he begged. "PLEASE STOP, SIR! AOOOOOWWWHHHH!! PLEASE!!"
"You _f_u_c_k_ing _s_e_x_-crazed teenager!" Mr Schlegel hissed, continuing to smash the board across Aaron's buttocks. "Why the hell do you think I should stop? I'm not stopping, boy! No _f_u_c_k_ing way!"
..CRACK!!! ..CRACK!!! ..CRACK!!!
The blows kept smashing into Aaron. "AOOOWWWHH!! OH JESUS!!"
Each blow smashed into the bloody welts left by the switch, compressing them when the blows landed and reopening them when the stick rebounded. The pain was searing.
..CRACK!!! ..CRACK!!!
"OH GOD!! AOOOWWWHHH!! GOD!!" By now he was twisting and jerking frantically. "PLEASE!!"
"You deserve a hell of a lot more than this, boy!"
The board was almost an inch thick, two inches wide, and surprisingly massive. Each blow smashed into him with incredible force, smashing into the welts left by the two switches like hammers smashing down furrows in the sand. The pain as the blows compressed and then reopened the cuts in his buttocks was just unbelievable.
Mr Schlegel suddenly stopped. "You give him this, Jock. You can do it harder."
"Yes Sir" Jock nodded.
He took the board from Mr Schlegel and started smashing it into Aaron. Aaron shrieked and sobbed in agony, twisting and turning in a vain attempt to avoid the blows as he continued to plead for them to stop. Each blow of the board smashed deep into the flesh of Aaron's buttocks.
"Keep beating the bastard!" Mr Schlegel demanded. "Beat him faster, if you can."
"Yes Sir" Jock nodded again, speeding up the blows.
"AOOOWWWHH!! AOOOOWWWWHHH!!" Aaron's body jerked all over, frantically twisting and turning as the blows landed. "AOOOWWWHH!! PLEASE!!" By now, his buttocks and thighs were deeply bruised.
The blows kept landing. "OOWWHHHOOO!! GOD!! AIEEOOOOOWWWHHH!!!" The board had opened up the cuts left by the switch. Blood was running down Aaron's thighs.
Finally, after a dozen blows from Jock, Rod intervened.
"You'd better stop" he told Jock. Jock did.
"OH JESUS!! JESUS!!" Aaron sobbed, still bucking frantically on top of the table. "PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME ANY MORE, SIR! PLEASE, SIR!! PLEASE!!"
"He's had enough" Rod told Mr Schlegel. "If you want to give him more, that'll have to wait until tomorrow."
"OH, PLEASE DON'T!" Aaron shrieked, sobbing in agony. "PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME MORE!!"
"Okay" Mr Schlegel shrugged. "Let's see if he apologizes now."
"OH, I APOLOGIZE, SIR!! I DO, SIR!! I DO!!"
"You think he means it?" Mr Schlegel asked his wife.
She shook her head. "He's from the gutter. His type never means anything they say."
"OH PLEASE! I DO MEAN IT, MA'AM! HONEST!"
"He's just trying to avoid punishment. Give him some more, Evan. It's the only thing he understands."
He nodded. "Give him another half dozen or so" he told Jock.
"NOOOOHHHH!!!" Aaron begged desperately. "PLEASE, SIR! PLEASE!!"
Jock looked at Rod. "Do as he says" Rod shrugged.
Miranda had been sobbing in horror through the beating. "Oh, the poor boy!" She looked at her father in hatred. "You've cut him everywhere, daddy! Look at how bruised and bloody he is! You've hit him enough!"
"He's paying for what he did, princess. He's going to learn his place."
Brandon was equally shocked. He'd come back from the woods just before his father teamed up with Rod, watching with horror and amazement as Aaron's bottom was first cut open and then pulverized.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked his father. "You're really hurting him!"
"It's his own fault" Mr Schlegel shrugged. "Give it to him, Jock."
"NOOOOHHHHH!!!" Aaron shrieked.
..CRACK!!!
"AOOOWWWHH!! NOOOOHH!! PLEASE!!"
..CRACK!!! ..CRACK!!!
"AIEEOOOWWWHH!!" Aaron shrieked and sobbed and tore at the ropes binding him. He was bucking and twisting now, frantic from the awful pain.
"AOOOWWWHH!! PLEASE STOP, JOCK!! PLEASE!!"
The blows kept falling.
"AOOOWWWHH!!" He was frantic. "PLEASE, JOCK!! AOOOOOWWWHHHH!!! OH GOD, JOCK!! PLEASE!!"
"You've got to stop!" Miranda shrieked. "Please, Daddy! Please!"
Mr Schlegel was implacable. "Don't stop, Jock. Keep hitting him."
Jock did. Aaron shrieked. Miranda sobbed. More blows fell.
Finally, Jock paused. "That's a dozen now, Sir. You want me to keep doing this?"
"Oh, the poor boy!" Miranda sobbed. "How could you be so cruel, Daddy? Look at all that blood! And look at how bruised he is! You've ruined him, daddy! You've ruined him!"
"Why are you doing this?" Brandon asked his father in disbelief. "Why keep on beating him so brutally?"
Mr Schlegel didn't answer. He was staring at the bloody mess that was Aaron's ass. They were purple and blue all over. And still dripping blood.
"It's up to you, Sir" Rod shrugged. "Do you want Jock to give him more?"
Mr Schlegel shook his head. "No, he's had enough now. Leave it at that." He looked at Rick. "Let him go, Rick."
Aaron didn't move as Rick got off him.
"Should I untie him?" Rick asked Rod.
Rod nodded. Rick untied the ropes and took them off.
Miranda sobbed as she looked at Aaron's buttocks. She ran to him and hugged his shoulders, kneeling across the table. Aaron was sobbing so hard that he was hardly aware of her. She lifted the sobbing boy up by his shoulders so she could hug him. He buried his head on her shoulder, sobbing even more convulsively.
"Oh, Aaron" she sobbed. "You're bleeding so much! They injured you so badly!"
Mr Schlegel looked at her grimly. "He'll get that again if he doesn't stay away from you."
"You're horrible" Miranda flared up. "You do that and you'll never see me again. I'll stay with him and not go back."
"You can't do that" Mr Schlegel said scornfully. "You're too young."
"I'm over the age of consent here in Canada" she said defiantly. "I looked it up on the Internet before we came. If I want to go with him, I can. You can't do a thing about it."
"What disgusting behavior!" Mrs Schlegel said angrily. "You apologize to your father, young lady!"
"I'm not a young lady any more" Miranda spat. "I can do what I like and you can't stop me!"
"You can't talk to me like that!"
"Let's cool this" Mr Schlegel said coldly. "We'll talk about this later."
"No!" Mrs Schlegel sputtered. "I won't tolerate this!"
"You WILL tolerate it, Betsy, and you WILL cool down. So will you, Miranda."
Mr Schlegel turned to Rod. "I apologize for the family dispute. Have you something healing you can put on this boy's ass? We did give him a pretty severe punishment."
"Yeah" Rod nodded. "I'll get some stuff."
He went to a saddle bag, pulled out a smaller bag, and took out some witch hazel and some ointment.
"I'm going to put some disinfectant on first. It'll sting. Okay, Aaron?"
Aaron nodded, still holding on to Miranda. Rod poured some onto his palm and spread it all over Aaron's bloody ass.
Aaron screamed with pain, jerking up from the shock.
"My God!" Miranda sobbed. "What did you put on him?"
"Witch hazel. It stings like hell. Anything will." He gestured to Rick. "Hold him down. I need to put some more on."
Rick held the sobbing boy down while Rod poured more on.
"Just keep him settled" Rod told Rick. "You help too, Miranda. I'll let that dry for a while now and then put on some healing ointment."
A few minutes later, Rod rubbed ointment into Aaron's wounds. Aaron sobbed as he did so but gradually became calmer.
"Can you stand by yourself?" Rod asked Aaron quietly.
Aaron tried but slumped down again.
"Help him" Rod told Rick.
Rick lifted Aaron up off the table. But Aaron still couldn't stand. He leaned against the table and held onto it, sobbing in misery.
"Oh, Aaron" Miranda sobbed. "You look so... wounded."
"I'll be okay" he smiled weakly. "Just stay with me, okay?"
"Oh, yes" Miranda sobbed. She took him in her arms. "You poor thing!"
The Schlegel parents looked at each other. Mr Schlegel shrugged. Mrs Schlegel started to say something, but trailed off when her husband shook his head.
"Take him to the lake" Rod told Rick. "Help Rick get him there, Miranda. The cold water will help reduce the sting."
"Okay" Miranda nodded.
Rick came around the other side. "Hold on to me, Aaron."
Aaron nodded and held onto Rick's shoulder, sobbing as he moved to do so. The pain in his ass was worse than anything he'd ever experienced. It stabbed out every time his muscles moved.
"Okay?" Rick asked. "Can you walk?"
"Let me just rest a minute" Aaron sobbed. "Okay?"
"Sure."
"I'll help too" Brandon offered. He came to Aaron's other side. "Hold on to me, too."
Aaron put his arm around Brandon.
"Make him swim" Rod told Rick. "But watch him. That water comes straight down from a glacier."
"I will" Rick nodded. He looked at Rod. "You want him brought back afterwards for the rest of his punishment?"
Rod shook his head.
"You're not giving him more!" Miranda sobbed. "You can't!"
"Not now" Rod agreed. "He's had enough for one day."
Miranda shook her head. "Not anytime!"
"Don't be silly, Miranda" Miranda's mother said archly. "He has a lot more coming to him. Isn't that correct, Mr Fuller?"
"Yes, of course" Rod nodded. "He only got part of the punishment I promised him up on top of the pass for the disobedience and disrespect he showed there. But I'll hold off on the rest of that."
"You will?" she asked in surprise. "I thought he was getting part now, the rest tomorrow."
Rod shook his head. "I changed my mind. I won't give him that until after you folks leave at the end of the trip."
"Well!" Mrs Schlegel huffed. She looked at her husband. "Do you accept that, Evan?"
"Yes, I do" Mr Schlegel nodded. "I talked to Fuller about that earlier." He looked at Aaron grimly. "That's assuming the boy behaves correctly from now on, through the rest of this trip."
"Oh, he will" Rod smiled thinly. "He's got seventy-five strokes of the strap hanging over him, which he'll get the minute he screws up again." He looked at the sobbing boy. "Are you listening to me, boy?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron nodded, sobbing quietly.
"I'm suspending the rest of your punishment for disobedience for the duration of the trip. But you'll get that, along with more of the switch, the minute you so much as take one step out of line. Understand?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron sobbed, looking at Rod fearfully.
"I don't want any recurrence of what happened today. Not one whiff of a recurrence. Understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"Take him away" Rod told Rick.
Mrs Schlegel smiled as she watched Aaron hobble off between Brandon and Rick, holding onto the two of them to support himself as Miranda fluttered beside him.
"I wish we could do that to our servants back home" she said to her husband wistfully.
Mr Schlegel smiled. "We'd get charged with assault, dear."
"Oh, I know. It's wonderful to see that it's still done here."
"How do you manage that?" Mr Schlegel asked Rod. "I've been meaning to ask about that."
"It's done with their consent" Rod shrugged. "They sign an agreement when they're hired."
"Amazing. And they all accept it?"
"They do if they want to stay here" Rod shrugged. "The ranch pays high wages, so they generally do."
"Does it actually work?"
"You mean in changing their behavior?"
Mr Schegel nodded.
"Usually" Rod smiled. "In this case, we'll just have to see."
Mr Schlegel nodded again. "I guess we will. He certainly got a lot."
"No more than he deserved" Mrs Schlegel huffed. "He's a bad influence. Look at how shamefully Miranda behaved! Brandon, too! You'd think he was a hero to the two of them!"
"Miranda certainly seems to think so" Mr Schlegel smiled ruefully. "Be careful with her, Betsy. She's very impressionable."
Mrs Schlegel shook her head. "I don't know what to think, Evan. How can she even look at him?"
Mr Schlegel shrugged. "She's seventeen, Betsy. And he is a good-looking boy."
"He's an ignorant cowboy. What can she be thinking of?"
Mr Schlegel laughed. "I don't think it's too hard to imagine. What were you like at that age?"
"More sensible than that, I hope."
"You mean you don't remember." He looked at her and smiled. "Have a drink and relax, Betsy. That's the very best thing you can do."
"I'll put things out" Jock nodded. "A gin and tonic for you, Ma'am?"
"Thank you" she nodded. "I'd love one."
She took the drink Jock handed her. "That boy is willful, Mr Fuller. I think you'll have to punish him again."
Rod shrugged. "That's up to him, Mrs Schlegel. Totally up to him."
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[to be continued.... ]