Pops watched the boy carefully that Thursday out there on the field. Aaron remembers his watching him too even though he did not realize why. Although Aaron did not know back then that Pops had the old wooden paddle in his truck behind his seat and was just waiting for an excuse to bust his young ass with it, he remembers how Pops worked close to him out in the fields that day and the next day too. But Aaron was working hard those days and Pops had no reason to use it on his ass. Pops, after all, was a fair man. Aaron was grateful for that, especially since out there in the middle of nowhere in the fields Pops would have been perfectly free to paddle this young man to his hearts content and them some! There was nothing Aaron could have done to stop it either. Pops bided his time and waited for the boy to screw up.
And as for Ma, well, Ma had given Aaron that look when he was a little late for getting down to her dinner table that Thursday evening but he was not THAT late. He was pretty sure that if she got upset with him she would at least follow him up to his room to talk with him about it and probably have spanked him up there. But even though she did follow him up those stairs after dinner and she did have some things she wanted to talk with him about, she had not brought her ruler with her in her hand. She did give him a "warning," but the word, "spanking," never came out of her lips. For that he was truly glad as he definitely did NOT enjoy her spankings!
The first time he heard that word, "spanking," that week turned out to be when Jeb had picked him up early evening that next Friday night to take him over to his own spread. Jeb had jumped in his side of the pickup truck and into his seat while Aaron had been doing the same from the other side beside him. Jeb had turned the key in the ignition and pushed the clutch to the floor boards while he looked over at Aaron and smiled, "You got a spanking this week over here?" Jeb had casually yet bluntly asked as he clearly wanted to know.
"Ah, no, Sir," Aaron had replied softly but truthfully.
"Good! Then I suspect its gonna be my pleasure to see to it you get one when I get you home," Jeb was clear as he started driving down Pops driveway and out of there.
Aaron had mixed feelings about Jeb right then. There was definitely something about the way Jeb put things to him. But he had learned from the last time and was getting some ideas about all of this. "Its up to you, Sir," Aaron replied, "if you think I need one."
But Jeb just laughed out loud and continued driving maybe even picking up a little speed or so. "A boy your age always needs one and around here, we think a Friday nights as good a time as any, son."
"Yes, sir," Aaron replied, "and every other night and twice on Sundays," he joked half seriously.
"So, weve got us a wise guy do we now? Well see how smart you are when we get back to my place," he said, "I want you to get in my kitchen and get your pants and undies down for me first off and Ill take care of it for you." Jeb had obviously thought about this. Actually he had thought about it a lot and was far more than just a little eager to get his hands on the boys bare bottom then.
"Yes, sir," Aaron replied. He knew there was not much sense in arguing, but he also knew he did not want to argue with Jeb anyway. There was something about Jebs no nonsense, direct ways that he liked. And, after all, a spanking was no longer something that surprised him from Jeb. He was already over that hurdle. Still there was a certain emotion and feeling deep down inside of him that both scared and appealed to him. They were, after all, only just leaving Ma and Pops driveway and already Jeb had made it clear that he was going to be getting yet another spanking when they arrived at his house. He could not explain it back then, but there was something about all of this he was responding to.
When they arrived, Aaron did go inside and removed his pants and undies. He folded them and put them neatly on a chair. Then he stood there and waited for Jeb to come into the kitchen and give him that inevitable spanking he had warned him about. The wait was almost the worst part but Jeb had some work he was finishing up on out in the barn and he did not seem to be in any hurry. So Aaron stood there in his kitchen and stood there bare from his waist down. He felt stupid. Strangely enough he did not feel so much embarrassed as simply what he later came to describe as "hot."
Aaron got spanked that night and he wiggled and cried his way all over and around Jebs knees for a long time too. It had, after all, been several days since that last Sunday morning when Jeb had had the boy over his knees so he was taking his time and enjoying doing his duty. Afterwards, Aaron was in Jebs arms and he knew he felt good about himself and about being there. Later still, Jeb took him to his bed. Aaron learned obedience there too. He found himself opening up with Jeb. The next night Jeb too him.
At the end of that Summer, in that August, when I first began to write about Aaron and Jeb out there in the countryside, Aaron dropped out of university and moved in with Jeb to begin a new life in ranching with some farming on the side. His parents were furious and fought it though Ma and Pops liked having him nearer. But Aaron did not move in with Jeb because of a burning desire to be a rancher. Aaron had found himself that summer. He came out as a gay man but a man with very special needs and those needs he had come to realize involved being with a stronger, older gay man who practiced what they came to call "domestic discipline."
Jeb and Aaron still live together out there and Aaron, at least every time I have visited or heard from him, is a very well disciplined young man. Their story is true. They are still living their life to this day. And they are still in that extremely rural community about an hour and a half outside of Las Vegas. And they live their life openly while not advertising that they are gay.
However, when you are a house guest at Jebs place, it is not at all unusual to walk in and find a very sorry and bare Aaron in the corner with a very nice and very red bare bottom showing. Jeb spanks him frequently and thoroughly and not just in the house but out in the back in the barn and in the fields too. And Aaron shows no signs of leaving either.
It is an interesting place to visit and spend some time. The town is bizarre (in the eyes of any city boy). It is hard to believe it exists in this day and age but it does. Ma and Pops look more like country farmers than any TV sitcom could come up with and they are as opinionated as hell while very crusty and delightful. As for Aaron and Jeb, I have tried to portray them as I know them.
For example, the first evening when I was last there, the meal was marvelous with traditional fresh meat and potatoes served farm family style and with real style. Aaron stayed close to Jeb and was, in every way, his right hand as they cooked together. He talked excitedly and freely in every way and about anything and everything before and during dinner. He talked, that is, until Jeb at one point began talking about Aaron and the boys need for discipline and control. At that point Aaron became very quiet and sat there at the table looking down at his plate from then on as Jeb talked openly. Aarons face flushed but Jeb continued talking about some of the more intimate details of Aarons behavior and their life together.
Aaron cleared the table after dinner and coffee was shared but Aaron still was saying nothing. Then, as if on cue, Jeb snapped his fingers and pointed to Aarons pants. Aaron lowered them and stepped out of them too. Jeb began talking about Aarons behavior that day and within a few moments, he had pushed back his chair from the table and himself removed the boys boxers down to the floor.
Aarons _c_o_c_k_ was full, his balls low slung, and his buns tight and crystal white as he stood there while Jeb talked to me about him. In fact Jeb left him standing there beside him but began patting his buns and talking first to me and then directly to him. About five minutes later he guided the young man over his knees and displayed his young bare bottom in the proper spanking position. He adjusted the boy over his knees himself and stretched him out nicely. Jeb left the boy hanging there like that with his bare bottom very vulnerable and he rested his hand on his bottom as he talked. Jeb sipped more coffee, then looked at me and said, "Excuse me." A moment later his hand began descending rhythmically as he began spanking young Aaron hanging right there in front of me over his knees. Jebs slaps were strong and hard ones right from the very start – slow, methodical, and hard --and Aaron yelped from the very first one. As Jebs hand kept descending, the boy cried out more and began to wiggle. His white buns were beginning to show signs of rosy redness as Jeb continued slapping them.
Aarons body is well defined and very tight from the constant work on that farm since he arrived there. He clearly looked every bit the fine young man that most dads would enjoy having. And five minutes or so later, this young man was kicking, flailing his legs and body everywhere, and he was crying. Aaron was trying his best to clench his buns tightly as I sat there watching the whole thing but Jeb was having none of it.
"Spread those legs, boy," Jeb spoke clearly, "and spread em wide or well get out your paddle."
Aaron did his best and pretty well succeeded at keeping his legs spread and his buns unclenched as Jeb slapped him down there and slapped him hard. Aaron obviously did not want to feel his paddle!
Aaron got his bare bottom spanked well, very very well that night and it lasted a good twenty or far more minutes or so with tears ultimately flowing freely before Jeb pulled him up, hugged him, and sent him into the corner to stand with his pants and boxers clumped down on the floor. Sniffles and some tears continued in the corner, but Jeb just continued on with a normal conversation with me as Aaron obediently stood as still as possible in that corner that night.
Aaron was clearly embarrassed at my being there and witnessing his spanking on this particular occasion, but why he would have been was unclear. I had seen him spanked on prior visits and on two occasions I had spanked the boy myself over the years so what was the big deal? Still, boys do hate it when an outsider is around when they need a spanking. That seems to be universal in this "scene" or "lifestyle" or whatever work you prefer. No boy seems to like it when the more intimate facts of his discipline are exposed in front of an outsider. Their men, on the other hand, or at least the ones I know, never seem to hesitate.
But Jeb and Aaron are two men who do live this lifestyle. And these days, Aaron is still learning obedience. Discipline follows dinner in that house. That is the way they live it, the way they practice it, and the way they both prefer it. Jeb is a very good and strict dad for this particular boy. I would not be at all surprised if this one lasts forever.
Aarons paddle hangs in their kitchen, but there is also an old fashioned wooden hair brush that also hangs there beside it. Jeb love applying either; Aaron fears both, but when it is time, it is time. He fetches it obediently as well he should. It is always applied to his bare bottom, but at least their location is so remote that Jeb knows very few others and guests are extremely rare.
It is the life they live and it is a well ordered one. To the outside world, they come across as two locals into ranching and doing well financially at it too. However, once they return home, it is extremely clear that Jeb is in charge. Aaron is obedient in all things. Or else!
Again, reality is often stranger than fiction.
The End