The Ranch F/M

After I finished high school, I needed a summer job to help pay
for my college education.  I was eighteen years old and I had
applied to many companies, but I had no interviews.  Then I saw
an ad in the paper to work at a horse ranch.  I needed to report
to a hotel lobby at a certain time.  I brought my resume and I
had an interview with an older woman about working on the ranch.
I was given literature about the ranch and was told I could have
the job if I would sign the contract.  I told her that since this
was my first job and that I was only eighteen years old; I wanted
my parents to read the literature and contract.  I was to call
her if I accepted the job.

My parents thought the job would be a great experience for me. 
All my room and board would be paid for, plus I would make good
money.  Although I would be expected to work six days a week, I
would be given a day off and the workdays would be only eight
hours long.  Also, if I was willing to work more than eight
hours, I would get overtime.

The ranch was located in the middle of nowhere, and about 90
miles from the city I lived in.  The literature said that I would
have limited phone privileges, and there was no television
reception, so bring books.  The contract seemed okay with my
parents, except for a clause that mentioned something about
corrections would be taken for any misbehavior.  So I called her
back and told her that I accepted the job on the condition that
my parents would take me to the ranch and look it over.  If they
were uneasy with anything, I won't work there.  I was to report
to the ranch on a Saturday, a week from now.

When I arrived with my parents, the same woman that interviewed
me also showed me and my parents the ranch.  I had a nice room
for myself, and we were also able to talk to the other workers. 
Everything seemed great and then my parents asked her about the
punishment clause.  She told my parents that it involved "the
woodshed", and that she would show my parents "the woodshed", but
I wouldn't get to see "the woodshed" until I needed to be
disciplined.

After my parents saw it, they said that this was a great
opportunity for me, and left me there for the summer.  They also
reminded me that since I was now eighteen years old and an adult,
it was up to me to make my own decisions and they left.

The older woman at the ranch was named "Sally".  She was
thirty-seven years old with two boys who had married and no
longer were living on the ranch.  He husband had been recently
killed in a car accident, and she was left alone with the ranch.
There were six ranch hands, and a maid.  The maid fixed all of
the food and kept the ranch house clean.  Sally supervised
everyone and also helped in running the ranch.

Sally gathered me and two other new ranch hands together in the
living room and explained the rules for working there.  The rules
seemed simple, we need to be awake and dressed for breakfast at 6
PM, and we needed to be there for the 6 PM dinner.  We could
either get lunch at the ranch house, or we could take a lunch
with us if we were working far away from the house.  Also, we
were expected to put in a full day's work, and no sleeping while
on the job.  If we broke anything, we were responsible for either
fixing it or for paying for it.  There was flaterising with the
opposite sex.  That was an automatic 30 demerits.  Every week on
Wednesday, she would have a short job review with the workers,
and she would discuss your pay for the week and any demerits. 
She gave each of us a sheet of paper on how we would earn
demerits, and when a twenty demerits or over were reached, it
would be taken care of in "the woodshed".  She also had us pick
out work clothes needed from a special laundry room in the house.
 Since we were new to the ranch, our first workday would start on
Monday.

At first I worked in the barn and stables so that Sally could
watch over me.  It was a great job!  I learned how to ride a
horse, and used a horse in the work I was required to do.  I also
learned how to take care of horses and train them.  It was hard
work, but very rewarding.  On my weekly reviews, Sally gave me
extra pay and very rarely earned a demerit.

But one Saturday, I went into the city with the other ranch hands
and was told that the car would leave the city at 10:00 PM.  If I
wasn't at the car at that time, I would be responsible for my own
transportation back to the ranch.  Anyway, I went to a dance club
and found a girl to hang out with.  I really liked her, and she
dropped me off at the ranch around 3 AM in the morning.  I had to
work on Sunday, and I fell asleep while repairing the fences
around the ranch.  Sally had high-powered zoom binoculars that
had a built in digital camera.  So on Wednesday, during my work
review, she showed me pictures of me sleeping.  That was
automatic twenty demerits, and with the ten demerits I had
already accumulated, I had thirty demerits.  I was handed a sheet
to sign acknowledging my thirty demerits and that I agreed to the
punishment.  Sally also told me that if I didn't accept the
punishment, I would need to leave the ranch by Thursday evening
and I would receive payment for the work completed up until now.
I really needed the money for my college education, so I agreed
to the punishment and signed the paper.  She told me to meet her
outside of "the woodshed" at 7 PM, after dinner and my demerits
would be dealt with.

The rest of the day, I was worried about what my punishment would
be like.  Since my parents had seen "the woodshed", I felt that
it must be okay.  At dinner, I didn't eat very much, and I went
to my room for a quiet time.

At 7 PM, I met Sally outside of "the woodshed".

"If you don't want to be punished, you can still leave the ranch
with the money that you have made so far."  Sally said.

"I am using the money to pay for my college education, and you
did catch me sleeping.  So I do accept the punishment that I
deserve," I said.

"You are a smart young man.  You are also one of my best workers,
but you can't sleep on the job.  So follow me inside and let's
get this over with."  Sally said.

"The woodshed" was a small storage shed attached to the nearby
farm.  Sally always had a padlock on the doors, and the workers
were not allowed to see the inside of the shed unless they were
to be punished.

Once the doors were opened, the first thing I noticed was stacks
of hay around the outside walls.  In the middle was a wooden
horse that was normally used to hold saddles.  Beside the wooden
horse were several modified saddles that didn't have any
stirrups.  There were also several wooden chairs and stools.  On
one wall were various crops, whips, canes, and paddles.

"How tall are you?"  Sally asked.

"I'm six foot even."  I replied.

She took one of the modified saddles and secured it with straps
to the wooden horse.

"I am now going to spank you while bent over the saddle on the
wooden horse.  Since you have thirty demerits, it will last
thirty minutes and it will hurt.  When was the last time you were
spanked?"  She asked.

"It was back in eighth grade by my dad for bad grades, so it has
been a while."  I said.

"Then I suggest you first get an over the knee warm-up spanking."
 Sally said.  "It will not count against your thirty minute
spanking, but it will make it easier on your butt to be warmed up
first."

"Okay.  If you suggest it."  I said.

Sally got a wooden armless chair and put it in the middle of the
room.  "First take of your shirt and then come over here and
stand next to me with your hands above your head."  Once beside
her, she undid my belt and lowered my jeans to my ankles.  I felt
thankful that she didn't take down my white briefs.  I hadn't
dated very many girls in high school, so I felt very embarrassed
to be nearly naked in front of Sally.  "Now bend over my lap so
that your hands and feet are on the floor and you butt is high in
the air."  Sally was wearing a jean-skirt, and she hiked it up
just before I lay over her lap.  Now everything felt very strange
to me.  I feel the warmth of her body next to mine, and I could
smell her sweet perfume.  But I also felt very exposed and
vulnerable in this position.

Then Sally began to spank me. It was obvious that she had spanked
many people before me.  Her spanks went from cheek to cheek,
first starting softly, and then growing more intense.  "Clyde,
you are such a good worker, I was hoping that you would be able
to work the whole summer without being punished.  Some of my lazy
workers I punish on a weekly basis, and then I fire them.  So I
hope you stay out of trouble."  After spanking me for a while and
the spanks started to sting, she said, "Now lift up so that I can
pull your briefs down and see what your naked butt looks like,"

I hesitated and said, "But then I would be naked over your lap. 
Do I have to."

"Either walk out right now and lose your job or lift up."  Sally
said.  I reluctantly raised up and I felt her fingernails in the
waistband of my briefs and then she slid them down to my ankles.
I already had an erection and I was now very conscious of the
fact that I was now putting my penis between her thighs.  Then I
felt even more aroused as I felt Sally's hands on my naked
upturned butt.

"Your butt is turning a nice shade of pink, but it will be
totally red by the time I am finished with your spanking."  She
continued to spank my bare butt, but also stopped now and then to
feel the warmth of my butt.

"Now stand up and bend over the horse."  As I stood up, I
attempted to hide my erection with my hands.

"I have spanked my two boys, my husband, and the other workers
around here.  So you have nothing to hide that I have not seen
before."  Sally said.

So with my jeans and underwear around my ankles and no shirt, I
hobbled over to the wooden horse and bent over the modified
saddle.  I was now completely naked except for my jeans and
underwear at my ankles.  Next Sally came around in front of me
and said, "Hold on to the bottom rung of the horse.  If you let
go, your spanking will last longer."  Then she gathered some
spanking implements and laid them on the floor next to my face so
that I could clearly see them.  She also picked up a kitchen
timer and placed it with the spanking implements.

Sally picked up the riding crop and went around behind me.  First
she took off my jeans and briefs and then said,  "Spread your
legs so that they are on the outside of the legs of the wooden
horse."  I felt a tapping of the crop on the insides of my thighs
to spread them even further apart.  This was causing me to stand
on tiptoe and it was totally exposing my penis and balls.  The
taps became even stronger as she said,  "Spread those legs even
more."

After Sally was satisfied in the totally exposed position I was
in, she said, "These are the rules of your spanking.  First,
during your spanking, refer to me as 'ma'am'.  Second, if rise up
or get out of position, more time will be added to your spanking.
 Third, if you rise up more than once, I will secure you to the
wooden horse.  Fourth, you can scream or yell all you want; no
one will hear you.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do."  I replied.

Then I felt her hit me with the riding crop right between my ass
cheeks.  "What do you call me?"  She asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's better," She reached down, exchanged the riding crop for
a leather round paddle, and set the timer for thirty minutes. 
"Your spanking will start now!"

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!

Then she started to spank me.  The swats started soft, but
gradually got harder and harder.  Now and then she would pick up
the riding crop and hit me on the back of my thighs and between
my legs.  I was squirming about a bit as I felt my ass get warmer
and warmer, but stayed in place.  That was until she picked up a
long wooden paddle with many large holes in it.

SWAT!

It felt like bees had stung me.  I stood up and rubbed my poor
sore ass.  "That will add more time to your spanking.  Please
bend over again and spread your legs apart."  Sally said.

As I bent down, I saw the timer had fifteen minutes left on it. 
I spread my legs far apart and waited.

SWAT!

I couldn't help myself, and stood up and rubbed my ass.

"Bend back over, and raise up your left foot."  Sally said.  Then
she exchanged the wooden paddle with holes in it for the riding
crop.  "This is for getting out of place, twice."  I now felt her
hitting the bottom of my foot with the riding crop.  It really
hurt and made the bottom of my foot real tender.  "Now give me
your right foot."  And she continued hitting the bottom of my
right foot.

After a while, she put my foot back on the floor, put the riding
crop down, and went over to the wall to get something.   She came
back with some cuffs and rope.  "I told you if you moved out of
place twice, you would be secured to the horse.  So give me your
wrists."  She put wrist cuffs on me and secured my hands to the
bottom of the horse.  Then she went around in back of me and put
ankle cuffs on me and secured my legs wide apart on the horse.  I
tried to move, but was unable to even move a little bit.  I
glanced down at the timer and saw that I still had ten minutes
left.

"Here we go, again."  She said.

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!

"I'm sorry that you have to endure a spanking like this."  She
said.  "But it's for your own good."

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!

Now my ass was on fire, and there were almost tears in my eyes. 
But then, the bell rang on the timer.  I thought my spanking was
completed until she reached down and added five more minutes on
the timer.

"The extra five minutes are for moving out of position."

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!

Then with about a minute left with my spanking, Sally put the
paddle down and grabbed a cane.  "I am going to give you three
strokes of the cane so that you will know what to expect if you
need to come back to the woodshed.  After each stroke, please say
the number, and 'Thank you, ma'am'.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."  I replied.

SWAT!

"One.  Thank you, ma'am."  It felt like a hundred bees stung me
in a straight line,

SWAT!

"Two.  Thank you, ma'am."  I tried to stand up but I was secured
to the horse.

SWAT!

"Three.  Thank you, ma'am."  I was glad my spanking was finally
over with, when the bell rang.

She gathered up the spanking implements and returned with a jar
of cream.  Then I felt her hands applying the cream to my sore
bare ass.  "Now you ass is nice and red with three stripes.  You
should go to your room and sleep on your stomach tonight.  But
first let me ease the pain by applying this cold cream on you."

I was still secured to the wooden horse as she rubbed the cream
all over my ass cheeks.  It felt so good.  Then I felt her hands
on my inner thighs and between my legs.  "Just relax."  Sally
said.  Then she was stroking my penis and balls with the cream. 
It didn't take long and soon I came in her hand.  After the
spanking and milking, I stayed in place even after she released
me from the horse.

"You can go to your room now.  I hope never to see you in here,
again"  Sally said.

As I laid on my stomach, I though what a great job I had.

END 
