My Farm Boy Summer [M40s/M18/F23] [Spanking] [Straight to gay] [Daddy kink] [Female voyeur]

My Farm Boy Summer

CHAPTER 1: INTRODUCTION

Hi! I’m Jenna, I’m 23 years old and I’ve lived all my life on a farm, and have lended a hand doing work for a small nearby farm for the farmhand who lives there, Gary. This Summer has been life changing, and it’s all about Me, Gary, and the dangerously handsome/cute young man and the surprising relationships the three of us formed. Let me explain, first there is:

Scott- The spoiled, rich womanizing 18 year old boy. 5’11, Varsity swim team, skinny toned. Abs, messy dark blonde hair, and stereotypically radiant blue eyes. He has a face that, as the character Princess Carolyn from Bojack Horseman puts it, “makes the young girls feel like grown women, and makes grown women feel like they’re young girls”. A young Leo-type handsome and cute. He’s never had a girlfriend he didn’t cheat on, but he sees this as virtuous considering he could’ve cheated way more. Then there’s:

Gary- The lumberjack-built farmhand who has no problem with teaching a rich suburban boy the way he does things on his farm. A gargantuan man, looks like he could be a bodybuilder if he cared about aesthetics at all, but at 6’4, and 260 pounds of mostly muscle gained on the job, he looks like he could show just about anyone humility. Rough workmanlike hands, and a short, but thick mustache & beard, dark brown, but also bald on top, and a handsome, masculine yet severe face. As I came to find out, he was big everywheree….*really* big…but uh, anyway then there’s:

Jenna- Me! I won’t lie and say I’m a model or anything, far from it. I’m 5’8 and I have more muscle than most girls my age or any age really. Not cute muscular, like a beach volleyball player, more like how one would imagine a female prison guard, or female soldier. I have been told I have a rather plain face, but one I have grown to love genuinely for the first time this Summer. I have filled in for just about every job there is on the farm. It’s been nice this Summer finally having a regular role that wasn’t household chores like the cooking and cleaning and laundry. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself, because how I overcame that sexist barrier is just one part of a much more compelling story.

It all started June first, when Scott arrived on the Farm for the first time. A car pulled up, and the most handsome boy I’d ever seen stepped out, and walked to the front porch as an angry, looking, wordless man in the car turned around and drove away.

“Hey there!” Scott said, waving, strangely confident. I had grown up with no boys my age, just women and Gary. I had on some occasions tried to make my interest known to Gary, the only male presence in my life, that I wanted him. Let a touch linger, offer to draw him a bath, and he had always declined or changed the subject. I knew he knew I was coming on to him, I wasn’t exactly subtle. He must’ve thought it inappropriate. It’s not like he had another woman he was sleeping with, although many women visitors over the years showed him attention.

“This is Pinewood Farm? Where they send kids instead of juvie?” Scott said, hands on his hips. Gary stood up from his chair on the porch and walked to the center to face Scott, towering over him with not only his height but from the steps of the porch. “Yes it is, boy. Now what did you do to earn a place here for the Summer?” Gary inquires as he crosses his arms, either intentionally or not displaying his massive biceps to the overconfident boy.

“I crashed my Dad’s Lambo…I got drunk and crashed it into a statue in town of some old guy, now I’m here talking to you…younger *than that*…guy…” Scott kinda smirked as he said it. Gary didn’t see the humor. “A lamborghini huh? I heard it was worth almost as much as this whole property. How is working here going to pay for that?” Gary walked down the steps and stopped a couple feet away from Scott, battling him with his eyes. “Well, uh, it isn’t, um…but it takes care of my community service, and my dad’s paying for the car.” Scott gulped as he turned his head to look at me, and I nervously looked away and then back at him, oh god, I think I was blushing, and Scott was like a shark. There was blood in the water.

“Hey there, nice to meet you little lady. Are you going to be spending the Summer here too?” He smiled at me in a way that made my heart start beating faster. I had read many romance novels and spent time fantasizing about meeting a handsome boy, but the truth is nothing prepares you for reality. I could only let out a “y-yes, I’m Jenna, I’ve worked here s-since-” until suddenly Gary cut me off. “You look at me when I’m speaking to you, boy. Just because you clearly ain’t used to following authority doesn’t mean you can speak to me however you want. You can refer to me as Gary, Mr. Kelton, or Sir.” Gary said forcefully. “Haha do people actually call you Sir?” Scott laughs, ignoring him, and walking towards me. I was probably so *so* obviously crushing hard. He walked to me and took my hand in his. He kissed it, and looked up into my eyes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Jenna, I look forward to spending time with you.” He nodded in a gentlemanly fashion, and walked back grabbing his bag, and walking around an increasingly irritated Gary.

“Where’s my room *Sir*?” Scott said sarcastically as he chuckled. Gary walked up the steps of the porch to him, and got close, their chests touching. “Since you’re clearly not accustomed to following rules and being told what to do, I’ll be kind. You have three strikes. That disrespect just now? That’s strike one. I promise you that you don’t want to get to three.” Gary said, turning and walking into the house. “Now follow me.” He added. Scott stayed in place, giving me a look of “can you believe this guy?” And joked, “Hey wanna take my bag? It’s kinda heavy!” Then gave me a wink. I felt butterflies when he did, I had never seen anyone talk that way to Gary before. I didn’t know if Scott spoke to him that way because he knew something I didn’t, or because Scott was too dumb to know better. Either one intrigued me, although perhaps I was the dumb one thinking it could be anything but the latter.

I went inside and started to make the men (the boys? The man and boy?) they’re dinner but at free moments would hold an ear to the stairs to try and hear any words between them. I was curious how they’d talk to each other without a “lady” present. Would Gary be tougher? Would Scott be more rude? But I heard footsteps and went back to cooking. Gary came down and sat at the table. I was thoroughly disappointed with there being no sign of Scott.

“So…Scott won’t be joining us?” I asked as nonchalantly as possible, though again, I wasn’t used to having a crush, I was probably super obvious. “Why? You wish you could have dinner with him, Jenna?” Gary asked directly but with a knowing inflection. It took me a moment to compose myself before retorting, “No, I just needed to know how many places to set on the table.” I said pretending to keep stirring the already finished broth. “I know he’s a very handsome boy dear, but he’s bad news. Boys like that are born with everything. So when you give them everything, they think that that’s the bare minimum.” Gary says plainly, as I turn around to face him. “Who said I want anything to do with-” before I can finish, he cuts me off. Gary knows me too well to let me lie to him and myself like that. “And dear, they’ll punish you with coldness and disinterest if ever you *can’t* give them everything. Do you understand?” He keeps his eyes on mine. I sigh, and turn back around. “I don’t”. I mutter under my breath. “What was that?” Gary asks, authoritatively. “I don’t!” I say exasperatedly. I have never had a boyfriend before, and YOU certainly don’t get to tell me what boys to like! You’re not my father, and you’ve made it very clear you don’t want to be…*with* me….” I didn’t know what I was saying anymore, I kept facing the stove because I was afraid of Gary’s reaction. Then I heard him sigh, and tell me, “Look, Jenna. Obviously you are a very beautiful girl, many men would be lucky to have you, including me. I just care about you, okay? I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

I finally turned around, “Is that really it? You don’t want to see me upset? Or is it that you don’t want to see me *happy*? What if he’s just a nice guy who actually sees my beauty. You can’t keep us apart forever.” I say angrily. Gary lets out a soft laugh. “Jenna, my dear, I’m not keeping you apart, I told Scott to go to sleep because we start on the day’s work at 6:30am sharp tomorrow, and he needs his rest. And for the first time today he actually obeyed. And I need my rest too.” Gary gets up from the table, “Good night Jenna, you can do whatever you want in this life, but I hope you know I always want the best for you, I promise.” He walks away up the stairs, and I turn off the stove. Sighing and waiting for the soup to cool down to put it away for tomorrow. But after about 15 minutes, I hear the stairs creak again. I try not to get my hopes up, but then I see him, and freeze. “Oh…HI!” I eventually let out in Scott’s direction. “Shhh” Scott says walking toward me with a finger pressed to his lips. “I don’t want the old man waking up.” He whispers, gently and affectionately grabbing my shoulder, and siting in the chair Gary was just sitting in. “Me neither” I say softly. After a moment of smiling at me, he says, “Got anything to drink?”

CHAPTER 2: STRIKE II

I got Scott and myself a beer and sat down at the chair next to him. “Cheers, to a great Summer” He said smirking, when I blurted out, “Oh a bottle opener!” He immediately pressed a finger to my lips, “Shhhh I don’t want the old man coming down” He said at first a bit frantic then forcing a short laugh to play it off. I closed my eyes, soaking in the feeling of his finger on my lips. I wanted him to kiss me, even though I knew nothing about him. He had the uncanny ability to make me feel like I knew him better than anyone. He took his finger away and I opened my eyes and smiled. “I thought you weren’t afraid of him.” I said, raising an eyebrow. Scott looked at the table and saw a small lighter next to a candle. He picked the lighter up and opened his beer with it, taking a sip and declaring, “I’m not. You want me to do you?” My smile faded and I realized I wasn’t listening to his words, just watching his mouth move. “My uh, what?” I said blushing, looking away from his deep blue eyes.

“You want me to open your beer I mean?” He said pointing to the bottle I forgot I was holding. “Oh um…yes, please.” I hand it to him and he opens it just as easy as his own. It was very cool, very impressive to me, because I had never met a player before. Or any boy in any significant way. “Thanks.” I muttered, taking a big sip of my beer, hoping to quell my nerves. “What would your boyfriend think of me having a beer with you right now?” Scott said, smirking, and taking another sip. “I don’t know, I’ve never had a boyfriend.” I said sheepishly, looking away in shame. This boy probably had a different girlfriend for every day of the week. “Oh. That’s a shame, Jenna. You’re so beautiful, I would think you’d have guys lining up for you.” He said, playing ‘pretending to be surprised’, surprisingly effectively. “Ha…um…thank you, Scott. But no, definitely not. People tell me I’m plain.” I say trying to hide my enjoyment of his flirtatious words. “Those people don’t see what I see.” He says, placing his soft hand on my cheek. I look at him, mouth agape, as he leans forward and kisses me.

My reaction is exactly what I’m sure you suspect. Sparks fly, I kiss him back, nothing in my life has ever felt quite like this. I’m over the moon with joy and a spark between my sturdy thighs when we hear a creak at the stairs. Scott hides in a dark corner under the staircase as Gary descends the stairs. “I need to use the restroom, you should go to bed already Jenna” a groggy Gary says going into our small farmhouse bathroom. There was no indoor shower, just an outdoor one. A very rickety air conditioner but thankfully even in the Summer here it gets cold at night. Once Gary was in the bathroom, Scott came out and quietly tiptoes to the stairs and up as he gives me a wink, and blows me a kiss, then goes to his room. Gary comes back out and asks, “what was that noise?” I nervously respond, “W-what noise? Oh um…I’m going to bed, but I wanted to say goodnight first.” I can’t look Gary in the eyes. “Okay…” he says curiously. “Good night to you too Jenna. Tomorrow at 6:30 the Summer season officially starts.” He goes to bed, and I slump in my chair. The Summer season would end up being the most eventful of my whole life, and definitely Scott’s.

Scott laid awake in bed texting his group chat of other soon-to-be frat bros he grew up with.

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Scott: Damnn this chick is kinda ugly, but her I guess her butt’s okay. Anyway, there aren’t many options here, lol

Brady: Oh word? Try to snap us a booty pic before the Summer’s over playa haha

Scott: Haha the Summer? I’m not YOU Brady okay I can make this happen sooo easily. This girl has never even had a boyfriend before. I already got her to liplock. Trust me boys by tomorrow evening I will have her naked doing whatever I want. We can put some money on it.

Jeremy: Damnnn dude no boyfriend ever? You realize she’s going to fall in love with you right? Watch out for a clingy-Clara lmao

Scott: Haha of course she’ll fall in love with me. But hey, she can attend the Scott’s-former-lovers support group with Tina and what’s-her-name.

Brady: Yeah yeah, you do well with the women, we get it, you prick haha. Remember that booty pic though, fr bro.

Scott: Haha I’ll try my best. Ugh, this asshole who thinks he’s running the show here wants me up in four hours. He has another thing coming let me tell ya.

Jeremy: Good night bro.

Scott: Good night? What are you gay dude? This mf is saying “good night” XD

Brady: Haha Jeremy likes cock

Jeremy: Aight, fuck you then! Have a *bad* night!
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Scott laughed and spent another two hours playing games on his phone, and flirting with a barista girl he met that morning, telling her how he would find a way to leave the farm and meet up with her for some “Netflix n’ chill”. “Too easy.” Scott mumbled to himself as he fell asleep at 4:30am, two hours before he had to be up.

The next morning, Gary and Jenna were up at 6:30am sharp, already making morning coffee, and preparing for the day’s jobs. Gary had half-expected this, so he waited for Scott for about 20 minutes before saying anything. “You know of any reason why Scott wouldn’t be awake when I told him to be?” Gary asked me inquisitively. I tried to keep folding my clothes without showing on my face that I knew the answer. “No.” I said matter-of-factly looking at him briefly to make it more believable. “It’s almost time to start on the morning field sweep, I’m going to take a shower, he will have to skip his for today.” Gary then got his thick bristle brush, and marched outside in a huff to take his morning shower. The property only had enough hot water for two showers per morning, so it was decided that I would go first as I did today and Gary and Scott would take theirs together, although Scott was not aware of this yet. Perhaps it was a good idea for him to sleep in.

Once Gary was finished, he came back inside already dressed in his work clothes. I had never seen him naked, and was curious, but since the night prior all I could think about was Scott, and kissing him again, and maybe more. “I have to get started on the field. When Scott wakes up, tell him that’s strike II, and tell him to meet me outside immediately.” Gary walked outside and slammed the door, clearly disappointed with the behavior of his new helper.

CHAPTER 3: STRIKE III

As soon as Gary left to start the fieldwork, I was foolishly worried about Scott, thinking that he must have slept through his alarm by accident. I didn’t want him to get to 3 strikes so I rushed upstairs to his bedroom door, and knocked. In a loud whisper I said, “Scott! Come on! Scott! It’s time to wake up.” After no response came, I slowly opened the door. “Scott?” I asked one last time so he wouldn’t be upset at me for intruding.

I don’t know what I expected, but all I saw when I walked in was a lump of a boy, in his boxers and a sleeveless shirt, tangled in his blanket, drooling on the bed. His phone didn’t show any alarm. I walked over to him and started shaking his shoulder. “Scott! Come on! Time to wake up!” I said, seemingly not accomplishing much. I start shaking his shoulder harder, just hoping to God he isn’t upset at me, even though I’m trying to do him a favor. “Ughhh….what?” Scott groans into his pillow, turning away from my touch. “Scott! Gary is going to be seriously pissed off at you! You have to start working for the day.” Scott just groans more, “Well he’s already mad, so I may as well get an extra fifteen minutes here.” He laughs, but I don’t find it charming. I start to walk away when he senses that I’m upset. “Hey, hey there.”

Scott gets up and puts a hand on my shoulder. “I’m just not used to waking up this early, that’s all, here, I’m getting dressed right now.” He starts to put his pants on and a real shirt and I feel a sense of relief. “I really liked last night.” I said, smiling at him, probably twirling a finger through my raven colored hair. “What? Oh…yes, right.” Scott says, giving me another kiss on the cheek and walking out his bedroom door. “We definitely need to continue that later.” He says grinning, giving me a wink and heading off down the hallway. “Okay” I say just to myself, smiling, and totally under his spell.

Scott went out to Gary who was in a field tinkering with a motionless tractor. Gary simply ignored the unruly teen at first. “Um…hello?” Scott said snarkily. “I’m here, are you going to show me what farm..people...do?” He yawned. Gary just walked over to Scott and handed him a wide, flat shovel then went back to tinkering. Scott looked around confused. “And?” Scott said with an attitude. “And…you’ll be digging. All day. And you should be careful with how you speak to your superior, boy. You have two strikes now and I think you’d quickly regret making it to three.” Gary walked over and pointed to a small, square ditch in front of Scott. For every root you see, you’re going to dig a hole just like this one. There are twelve rows of twelve, that’s 144 holes. Any questions?” Gary said looking down at Scott. Scott relented, “wait…you can’t be serious. I’m not doing that, let me use the tractor digging holes sounds boring as shit!”. Gary didn’t move despite Scott’s interjections, he decided then and there he wanted so badly to teach this cocky spoiled brat a lesson but that a third strike should be an especially egregious infraction. It will make the act of punishing him far more satisfying if he truly earns it.

Gary continued, “Yes, you will do that because you are in MY care, and I am in charge here. I know you are used to always getting your way but this Summer you will do what I say or face the consequences. If you put in the effort, and take the time to learn, it will help you become a real man. So for every day for the rest of the Summer, you will get up, take a shower with me since there’s only enough hot water for two showers, and do your work. You don’t have to have a smile on your face but I expect no excessive complaining either.” Gary then put his tinkering tool back in his pocket as Scott scoffed. “I am not taking a shower with you, are you crazy? Why don’t Jenna and I shower together and you can take your own old man!” Scott spouts as he starts digging. Gary tried to fight his temper at the twerp speaking about me like that. If I had been there I would have found that anger at Scott’s disrespect cute. But luckily I would soon see it first hand. Gary just ignored Scott’s remark, clicked on the tractor engine, and hopped on. Scott kept digging all through the morning.

After a few hours, Scott had dug about 100 holes. Gary started to think that maybe Scott would learn to accept his new role as Gary’s subordinate, which was where Gary went wrong. He realized after preparing the fields, he didn’t have the proper pesticides because last year’s had been punctured by some animal, perhaps a bear, and had been leaking all Winter. Gary figured if he drove to town and back with more he could still finish the day’s work by 6pm. “Scott, adequate job so far.” Before Gary could finish, Scott interrupted with a sarcastic, “Wow, adequate? Gee, thanks” and rolling his eyes. Gary unknowingly clenched his large rough hand into a fist. “I need to go into town for chemicals. You finish the last 40 or 50 holes, then you can go inside and take a break until I get back. Understood?” Gary asked authoritatively. “Okay.” Scott said immediately coming up with a plan. Gary nodded in response and got in the car to go into town. Scott waited until Gary had driven out of sight through the long trail through the woods and then dropped his shovel. “Let’s see what you’re up to Jenna.” Scott said with a smirk as he walked back to the house.

I was in Scott’s bedroom, changing his sheets. Little did I know, Scott had his phone on the charger in the living room downstairs, texting his friends, “it’s about to happen. Let’s hope she doesn’t smell boys”, to which his buds Jeremy and Brady reacted to with “laugh” emojis. At the same time, I was holding Scott’s old sheets that had drool on them. I didn’t find them gross because I was crushing on him hard. I was happy to do his sheets even though in general, making beds was a job I hated doing. I understood all of the machinery Gary and the other men used, so why was I just doing the laundry?? Just then my head was cleared of all of these feminist notions as Scott, the gorgeous boy appeared in the doorway. “Oh, hi.” I said in a startled huff. “Um, I’m almost done, do you need your bed?” Before he could respond, I looked out the window and added, “Are you done already?”. Scott chuckled and walked into the room toward me. “Gary said I could take a break, and he’s gone into town for some pest problem or whatever. And anyway, it was *you* I was hoping to see.” I blushed crimson in my cheeks. “Oh yeah?” He nodded, looking down into my eyes.”I think I might love you…And here you are…in my bedroom.” He said smiling and making me melt as he placed his warm hands on my shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed me, and it was just as good as the first time. I had been waiting for it all day, and his lips were soft, but hungry. It was like he wanted to devour me and I was eagerly willing to be his prey. After a few minutes of kissing and making out for the first time, I was starting to feel the heat between my legs. I had felt it with some explicit romance novels before but never with a live human young man and I could feel slight cooling down in the form of a single streak of moisture dripping from my pussy down my leg, thankfully covered by the long skirt of the feminine looking maid’s uniform I hate wearing that the housekeeper of the farm traditionally wears.

It’s like Scott could read my mind because after breaking our kiss he lightly touched his lips to my ear and whispered, “I want to see you naked” before stepping back to get a better look at me. I was so nervous, I wanted to get naked for him right then and there but it was moving so fast. I had known this boy for little over 24 hours and I didn’t want him to see my body and be dissatisfied, so I nervously replied, “Oh um..ha…you first.” As I blushed and looked down at my shoes. But I soon looked up, as Scott laughed, “Ooh Jenna, I like your style. You like what you see?” And with that Scott took his shirt off, exposing his lean, muscular body.

His muscles weren’t huge like Gary’s, and not overly defined, but Scott had the clear v-shape, and was smooth all over. “Why don’t you have any hair?” I asked, not sure what to say, immediately regretting saying something stupid. Scott just laughed, “because it makes you slower when you swim, and I like to go *fast*.” And with that, Scott pulled down his boxers, revealing his dick to me, making me blush. It wasn’t as big as I imagined, and a bit thin, but certainly pretty. It looked kinda cute. It occurred to me later that Scott’s lack of shame at his somewhat lesser-than-average size probably came from the fact that no girl that he was ever with ever complained about it. His face and body were so gorgeous that no girl wanted to tell him in case that may ruin their shot with him.It is very clear to me in hindsight that keeping things like this from boys is in some ways more cruel than actually telling them. Some boys simply need a little humility. But at that moment I didn’t care. I just wanted Scott, all of him. “Your turn.” Scott said to me, as I nervously replied “Oh um…okay.” and started unbuttoning my maid’s uniform.

Meanwhile, Gary had come back to the house, having forgotten his wallet. In his defense, he wasn’t used to ever having to have it on him, so it was an easy thing to forget. When he drove back he noticed that Scott wasn’t in the field, and that they weren’t done. When he got in the house, he didn’t see Jenna either. All he saw was Scott’s phone with a text from Jeremy that said, “Good luck bro, remember to get us that booty pic of the farm girl lmao” and Gary was appalled. He picked up the phone angrily, and tried to unlock it, but there was a 6 digit passcode. Gary paused for a moment, then tried “1-2-3-4-5-6”. The phone unlocked. “Rich boys don’t care about security because they can afford to replace anything” Gary thought to himself as he saw all the horrible things Scott said about Jenna, and messages sent mere minutes earlier to other girls, planning on seeing them and having sex with them over the Summer.

I had just finished unbuttoning my maid’s uniform, letting it fall to the ground in a pile while showing of my body (by the way,wearing the *least* sexy white padded underwear imaginable), when Gary barged into the room.

I immediately covered up to no avail with my arms and squeezing my legs together. “Gary! What the hell!” I yelled. “Woah, ever heard of knocking, old man?” Scott said angrily. “You, shut up right now. I said you could take a break when you finished the last rows of holes. You disobeyed me. That’s strike 3.” Gary easily pushes a naked Scott to the side and walks toward me, as I’m now covering up with my maid’s uniform, like it’s a towel and I just got out of the shower. “You really had to barge in on us for that? Come on Gary!” I said indignantly. “I’m sorry Jenna. I didn’t want to find out I was right about him, but you should know this is what he’s been saying behind your back. To his friends and other girls.” Gary said, shaking his head, handing me Scott’s phone. Scott was about to put his boxers back on when he suddenly realized how screwed he was. “Wait wait wait that’s my phone you asshole! That’s private property! Give it back NOW or I’ll sue you!” Scott yelled going over to Gary and hitting his back and shoulders as hard as he could, but didn’t have much of an effect on Gary.

Gary turned back around, fully clothed, towering over the nude, slender Scott. I read the awful messages he sent to his friends, absolutely heartbroken that this boy who told me he loved me fifteen minutes ago had commented on worrying about my “smell” ten minutes before *that*. And his messaging the other girls was the kicker, not only intending to leave me devastated but not having any intention of staying on the farm like he is obligated to.

Scott yelled as he punched Gary square in the jaw, making him turn his head, but slowly turned it back to stare directly into Scott’s eyes. Scott gives a scared deer-in-the-headlights look when he sees how little his hardest punch could weaken this massive man who promised to punish him. “You just lost a strike that you didn’t have, boy. Time to teach you how to behave.” Gary said as Scott tried to interrupt him with another punch, but Gary was faster this time and grabbed Scott’s wrist, then his other. Scott fought valiantly, and he’s certainly very athletic but against Gary there was simply no contest. Watching Scott struggle was like watching a gazelle fight against an attack by a lion. It would have actually been kinda cute if I wasn’t so incredibly angry at Scott for manipulating and lying to me to get me to want to lose my virginity to him.

But I quickly snapped out of my melancholy when Gary sat on the bed just a few feet from me, and laid Scott down over his lap, with Scott bare-butt naked, and his wrists tied behind his back. “Ah! What are you doing? Let me go old man!” Scott complained. “I’m doing what your own Daddy should’ve done to you years ago if he gave a damn. I’m giving you an old fashioned spanking.” Scott protested, “What? Fuck no!” And kicked his legs until Gary locked Scott’s legs still with his own. “Oh yes I am. The crops will have to wait until tomorrow. It seems we have a different pest problem to solve today.” Gary smiled.

Chapter 4: A Change of Heart-Shaped Buttcheeks <3

I knew I should’ve looked away. But I realized in that moment, seeing Scott struggle to *even struggle* over Gary’s lap, that I had not seen Scott’s butt until just now. It was the cutest heart shape, with lower back dimples. It was perky but not large, and muscular but still round. I almost envied knowing that Gary would get to touch it. But mostly I couldn’t think at all, I just knew something was telling me to stay still. To not react until I could catch my own quickly moving mind. Or maybe that was just an excuse and on some level, I really wanted to watch Scott get punished in part for trying to play me like a fiddle.

The first smack got a loud yelp from Scott, and some more struggling. It was super obvious to both Gary and I without even mentioning it that this kid had never been spanked before. He was from a different world, one that allows him all the power over the people around him. But on this farm, he was just a naughty boy that needed to be taught to follow the rules. “You learned your lesson yet, boy?” Gary yelled after a few more spanks. The spanks were starting to turn Scott’s athletic tush pink, in the shape of Gary’s large hand, either one of which could almost cover *both* of Scott’s cute little cheeks.

”Fuck you! You’ll pay for this!” Scott threatened with a break in his voice, like he was holding back tears, and then turned his head and spit in Gary’s face. Gary stops and grabs Scott by his dirty blonde hair, and pushes his head down to face the floor. He then lays a hand on Scott’s already reddened butt and pats it, which seemed to sting a bit as Scott inhaled through his teeth when Gary pat him there. “This is going to go until you apologize to me, and apologize to Miss Jenna over there for treating her like a toy.” Gary was caressing Scott’s burnt booty now, making the strangest whimpers come out of his soft boyish lips.

It felt so satisfying in that moment to see him this vulnerable, and for Gary to include me on his list of apologies to make. If I could go back and do it again, I would try to enjoy it more the first time I saw him get punished, at least as much as I enjoyed it every time after that. “F-fuck you!” Scott whined at Gary. “Suit yourself” Gary responded as he continued to lay hard, quick spanks on Scott’s rear for another 30 seconds before Scott finally relented, and apologized to us both with tears in his eyes. “Think he’s learned his lesson?” Gary asked me while rubbing Scott’s sore bum.

“Are you? Going to be better?” I asked Scott frankly while crossing my arms, having completely forgotten that i was in my ugly ass padded white underwear still, and I felt very comfortable letting Gary see me like that for some reason. I guess I feel that Gary was kind of my savior, defending my honor, and reminding Scott who the man of the house is. “Y-yes, I will, I promise.” Scott said tearily. “Can you untie me now? I need to wipe my tears and rub my sore ass.” Gary smiled. “Here, I’ll rub your butt, you can wipe your tears on my leg.” Gary said. I don’t know why, but the sight of Gary comforting Scott after, while Scott probably wanted nothing less than to continue being touched by Gary, but also had to appreciate it on some level because of the soreness of his bum…it was intoxicating to watch. I even noticed Scott blushing in his face at Gary’s rubbing.

Scott scooted back on Gary’s lap as best as he could and wiped the tears off his face using Gary’s sweatpants, and unbeknownst to me, accidentally pressed the side of his face against Gary’s manhood from over his sweatpants. Scott was in denial about what he felt, but Gary immediately looked at me and said, “I think someone’s enjoying this a little more than they should be” Gary winked at me, knowing he could see me watching intently and biting my lip. However, Scott being face down thought Gary was referring to him, as Gary intended. He immediately rolled off of Gary’s lap on to the floor, then stood up, still naked and restrained but with a deliciously reddened booty slightly bouncing with his jolty movements.

“Please untie me now.” Scott pleaded. Gary got up and undid his wrist restraint. Scott tried to walk away when Gary grabbed him by the shoulders. Gary’s hands on Scott just made Gary’s hands (and other body parts) bigger, and equally made Scott seem smaller, and more boyish. “Now you are to go downstairs and do the rest of the dishes and laundry and mopping with your spanked ass on full display. And after that you will go to bed without dinner. Then you will be up at 6:30am for our shower. Understood?” Gary looked at Scott intently. Scott looked down at his feet and let out a whimpering, “okay…” And Gary said, “Oh wait, what were you mocking yesterday…oh yes..Yes Sir…let’s hear that one.” Scott was about to protest, but it was finally sinking in that the path of least resistance was to just do what Gary told him to.

Scott looked at me in shame, as I looked back at him with an expression somewhere between disgust and amusement. “Y-yes Sir.” Scott whimpered, and walked away. Gary got up and walked over to me, bent down, and picked Scott’s phone off the floor that I dropped earlier. “That was for you. Let me know if he ever needs another one.” Gary said in a way that made me even more turned on than I was before. Then he left the room, and sat on the bed where Gary just had Scott over his lap, and I touched myself. Then I took off those horribly tacky padded white underwear and threw it out because they were hideous. And suddenly, I wanted to look sexy in a way I never had before. Maybe for Scott, to show him what he was missing, or maybe for Gary, to show him what he could be getting, but either way, for myself, primarily.

CHAPTER 5: THE NEW NORMAL

After that first spanking everything was different. Scott asked to see his phone the next day, but Gary never responded, since he smashed it before going to bed the night previous, after Scott’s spanking. Gary smashed it because he didn’t want Scott using his privilege to find a way to get out of the lessons that Gary felt Scott simply had to learn. Scott got up early at 6:30am sharp to prepare for the day and take his shower with Gary. I made sure to get up early because I was incredibly curious what that interaction between them would be like. Last night they went from physically fighting to Gary humiliating and physically dominating him to a moment of soothing touches, to Scott finally submitting to Gary’s authority enough to call him, “Sir”. I had a good vantage point of them ready by looking through the shed window and I was *not* disappointed.

Gary went first stripping naked as they let the water run for a moment before the hot water would arrive. I had a good enough view to watch Scott’s jaw drop at the size of Gary’s length. I could tell Scott was frozen, and in hindsight, that may have been because he was scared to bare his own significantly smaller equipment when Gary’s is hanging out freely. Gary grew impatient though, saying, “We don’t have all day boy! The reason we’re sharing is cause there isn’t much!” And Scott reluctantly stripped bare. “Let me inspect the damage, boy” Gary said grabbing Scott’s bare body, pulling him closer and turning him around close to the shower, giving some test squeezes to Scott’s bare, sore buttocks.

Scott flinched in Gary’s grasp and let out an “Ouch!” Gary gave Scott a few more anyway. “Does that hurt?” Gary asked, knowing that Scott knew that Gary knew the answer. “Yes…they do.” Scott replied through gritted teeth. “Well, good. Hope you’ve learned your lesson.” Gary says starting to stand under the shower. Scott waited for Gary to finish so he could hop in, and Gary could tell. “What are you waiting for boy? The reason we’re taking it together is to save water. Get in here.” And Scott just retorted, “No, that’s okay. I’d rather just not shower.” as he crosses his arms in protest. “I guess you haven’t learned your lesson, because when I tell you to do something, it’s not a request!” Gary grumbled as he took Scott by the wrist and pulled him into the water, bent over, butt sticking out, as he took his thick bristle bath brush and scrubs Scott’s rear with it. Scott lets out a complaining moan, and Gary scrubs between his cheeks, making Scott whimper until Gary decided he was clean. “Okay then, go get dressed, we have a long, long day ahead of us. Scott was slow to move so Gary gave his rear a hard pinch that made Scott yelp and do a cute little hop, then run back into the house naked and soaking wet, with a bright red rear. I decided that I wanted to see Gary spank Scott again at some point, and I didn’t have to wait long.

TO BE CONTINUED….