It had been a while since Jake accused me of cheating on the bet, and brought me out, whipped and humiliated me in front of all the other ranch hands, as well as, some of the neighbors. I was quiet for a while, and endured some teasing, but soon things were back to normal, I was determined to get revenge!

The opportunity came quite soon. When the owner of the ranch was giving our chores for the day, we were going to round up about 10 of the horses, and move them to a new pasture. Jake was instructed to check and fix what fences need fixing, but to make sure he sucured the gate, with some wire or something, or the horses could break their way out. A thought came to my mind.

I was working extra hard at my chores, finished early, and snuck away to where Jake was working. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled through the grass like a little weasel. Jake was fixing fences, away from the gate, so I got my way to the gate and cut the wires he'd used to secure the gate, and then opened the gate. I quickly crawled back, and as soon as I thought it was safe, I ran as fast as I could to my work area.

Pretty soon Jake was yelling for help, as the horses were running all over the place. They'd trampled the garden, and were making a mess. Well, we all ran to help. After some time, we got them coralled.

The owner of the ranch, a huge imtimidating coyboy type, went right to Jake and demanded to know why he had't secured the gate. "But I did, I used wire just like you told me."

"Then how did the horses get loose?"

"I don't know, all I know is I did it'"

"I think you're lying to me, and the only thing I hate worse than a liar, is an incompetant one,"

"I'm going to do to you what I used to to my boys when they disobeyed. The woodshed!" This was getting better than I thought.

Jake said "Oh no!" and turned around to run. The ranch owner quickly swung his laso, and a perfect catch. Jake was lasooed just at the wrists. Then he pushed Jake face down on the ground. He was wearing these tight old faded jeans. They were so worn, they were frayed at the seat a bit. I loved it when he wore those jeans. Well, the ranch owner grabbed hold of those frayed areas, and with a powerful yank, the whole seat ripped wide open. He next went for his briefs. Grabbed them at the seat, ripped them open, gave a yank at the waistband, then grabbed down under his crotch, and pulled them completely off. We could now see Jake's smooth, round, well defined, muscular butt.

The ranch owner was really mad. He picked Jake up, brought him to a tree, and tied him to it, facing us. Quite a crowd had gathered now to see what all the comotion was about. The ranch owner went of to the woodshed. This little _c_o_c_k_y mechanic came over to came over to Jake and asked if he was in trouble again. He unfastens Jakes jeans and pulls them down, exposing his huge _d_i_c_k_. The mechanic begins to fondle Jake, and he starts to get hard. As soon as the ranch owner emerges from the woodshed, he looks at Jake and says,"Looks like you're actually enjoying this. That won't be for long.

He had split a rough board, placed it on a stump in front of Jake, and starts hacking away at it with a hatchet. At this point, Jake glances my way, and I give him a rascally grin. His eyes go wide open and yells out MARCO! "Marco did it, he must've cut the wires!" The ranch owner says not to be rediculous, as I was working close by him, and got my chores done early. "But don't you see?" Shut up and not another word about Marco,"

He had now whittled away a handle to this crudely made paddle, and asked the other hands to get a saddle, and put it across 2 stacked hay bales. Jake was unfastened, and led ove to the saddle, and bent over, his beautiful butt in the air. I give him another rascally smile and his face turns red with anger.

Two of the hands hold down each side of the saddle, and Jake gets a full swick WHACK! YEOWWW!, and Jake stands right up. The randch owner asks for someone to hold Jake down, and on of the bigger guys gets in front of him, his knees at Jake's sides, and hands firmly placed on Jake's back. WHACK WHACK WHACK goes on and on as the smooth muscular bottom is qucickly becoming bright red. Jake is squirming, kicking, and wimpering. He gets about 40 good whacks.

Then the ranch owner says,"Since you tried to implicate Marco in this, I think it's only fair that he get's a few cracks at you. "NO!" He gets about 5 good hand spanks, and says "Don't say no me ME!" I run to the barn and come back with the wide mean leather strap we use on unruly cows. I slide it up Jakes butt crack so he gets an idea of what I've got, and give him 10 good whack, when the ranch owner says enough. He examines Jake's tender fanny and tells him it looks like that rough board put some splinters in his butt. "Go to the bunkhouse, and I'll get some tweasers.

Jake pulls up, remains of his jeans, and slowly walks back to the bunkhouse, his bright red butt fully exposed.

When the ranch owner was in the bunk house a few minutes, I just had to go in and watch this. There was Jake, naked across his lap, getting slivers pinched out of his red and tender ass. He must've been just as embarrased at this situation, not to mention juming around at this differnt kind of pain. He gets rubbing alcohol rubbed around his bottom, and the ranch owner tells him he'd have to check for more tomorrow, when the bruises heal up more.

I now put on a real innocent look, and Jake just lays on his bunk and asks us to leave.

Jake didn't do much sitting down for a few days!