After Josh, the next participant was Paul. Paul had just come to the ranch and he was assigned to my horticulture class. He was average heighth for a 12 year old boy, slender, blonde hair and blue eyes. He was, to say the least, cute. So, at first opportunity, I called him over to where I was working.
"Look," I said, "Before one of the older guys gets you, I think there is something you should know: Here, we handle our own discipline. If you screw up, or just piss someone off, you get your bare ass spanked hard."
"No _s_h_i_t_," he responded with surprise and disbelief.
"If you're lucky it is with the hand, but sometimes a switch or strap might be used. You get to pick the person you want to be your disciplinarian. I want to be the guy, so you don't end up with Jerry. He takes care of my ass and, believe me, you don't want him to take care of yours. This has to be decided now, before you are approached by someone else. What do you say?"
"Well, I guess you will be easier than someone else. Okay."
"Alright, then, but remember: you cannot argue when it comes time, and if someone does ask you to be your disciplinarian, just tell them you are with me. Meet me again here tomorrow. We will have another matter to resolve then...and, you answer me when we are alone and I speak 'yes, sir." Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
The next day came and here was Paul, right on time. "Come with me, Paul."
I led us away from the workers, down by the bayou, until we were alone. "Okay, Paul, we need to test your submission. This will be a regular occurrence. Every now and then I will order you to drop trou and assume the position. Your immediate comliance will generally result in no spanking being given. Except today. Today, I need you to submit before I decide I am willing to be the one who disciplines you." Sitting, now, on a stump, "Turn and face the opposite direction. Very good. Now, unsnap your jeans. Good. Now, leaving your underwear in place, lower the jeans to you ankles." His shirt just barely lower than his waist, I was getting an erection just looking at his hairless legs and bubble, still clothed, butt.
"Okay, Paul, drop the briefs to your ankles." Turning now, to look at me, he realized I was serious and complied. The briefs fell away and his bare, pale-skinned, hairless ass was inches from my face. I reached out to direct him across my lap for the spanking.
Paul began to plead, "Can't we save this for when I blow it, please?" but I just held him firmly, positioning his buttocks just so.
Having him in position, I raised my hand and SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! One cheek, SMACK! then the other, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Up one side and down the other. SMACK! SMACK! Paul began to cry, but I would not, could not, slow down. His smooth, pale, bubble butt was reddening beatifully! He was so cute, so innocent. So vulnerable, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He was crying louder now, and I was afraid someone might hear, so I stopped. Even though he had to know I was finished, he just laid there crying. I reached for his briefs and helped him to stand. He was shivering with cries.
We went back to work and I thought to myself this was the best day of my life, until Jerry found out! inches from my face.