It had been some time since I pulled the prank on Jake, and resulted in him getting a good whoopin. I tried the same prank again. Jake was resonsible for keeping the fences repaired on the ranch, and I was crawling to open the gate again, and the cows would get out.
I heard a loud voice behind me. MARCO! Oops! The ranch owner caught me. "I've had enough of both of your pranks!" He calls for a couple other ranch hands to deal with Jake, and he puts his hand at my crotch, lifts me up, lays me down on the ground, and immediatly strips me naked. I soon find myself across his lap. I glance over at Jake, and he is clad, only in his Fruit of the Loom briefs, with one guy holding his arms behind him. The other guy grabbed at the fly of his underpants, and ripped them open. Jake's huge _d_i_c_k_ flopped out..A pull on the waistband, a jacknife, and Jake was naked.
I now found myself in trouble. I felt the ranch owners huge, caloused hand across my bottom. SMACK, SMACK SMACK! I start kicking wildly, only to have my legs secured. I try to put my hand behind me only to find it fastened behind my back. What a sting!, and it sounded like Jake was getting it too.
We are next led to a couple of old hitching posts in front of the farmhouse. Our wrists are tied. Jake is in front of me. His smooth muscular butt is bright red.
The ranch hand comes back with a BULL WHIP! Surly he wouln't....SWOOSH, SNAP! right across Jake's tender fanny. SWOOSH, SNAP, and 2 welts appear. Another CRACK, and Jake is dancing up and down.
After 5 lashes, he comes to me. I am begging and pleading, also trying to pull my restraints loose. SWOOSH, CRACK! Wow, it felt like that whip had been laying in fire! I got 5, and the ranch owner went back to Jake. He starts begging, pullung at his restraints, but SWOOSH, SNAP. Jake is jumping up and down through his next 5 licks. Jake is released.
I receive my next five, but am left, tie up for about an hour. It was close to the highway, so it was embarrasing. Neighbors would stop and look. The ranch owners wife got company, and her little girl asked, "What did that man do to get such a spanking?" Mom quickly gets her inside.
Finally I am released. I get my clothes, but don't bother to get dressed.
In the bunkhouse, I see Jake on his bunk, his butt red and welted. I really like Jake. I slowly sit beside him. "Jake, I'm so sorry!" He looks over, scoots to the wall, pats the other side of the bunk, inviting me to lie down next to him. Everything is OK. I get a few gentle pats on my bottom, and Jake puts his strong arm around my waist. I soon fall asleep