I could hear Aaron's horse in the distance. _d_a_m_n_! I only need 15 more minutes to finish. Why did I ever think I had the time to goof this afternoon watching television. We had divided the work load and he parted after lunch to work in the field and on the north fence at the end of our ranch. I was left to work in the vegetable garden, water, and some barn cleaning chores.
Here was my hero riding in from a hard afternoon with a nice look of accomplishment on his face. He had removed his shirt [it was August] and his long brown hair gleamed in the bright sun. At 6'4" and 210 pounds, what a hunk!!! We had been together for almost 10 years. We bought the farm 8 years ago and had enjoyed living the country life. We had a bed & breakfast which brought in major income. With our savings, some inherited moneys, and excellent investments, we lived a very comfortable life.
No questions were ever raised about our roles with each other. Aaron was 4 years older than I was and he was the oldest of his siblings. He had lots of experience in raising his siblings since his father left them at an early age. I was the baby of my family and had been spoiled by my siblings and almost never disciplined as a child. Aaron was taller and more muscular, although I gave him good competition at 6'1" and 170. Now at 37 and 33, we enjoyed our dad/son relationship.
My cheeks tensed as I saw the disappointing look come on his face. I had not finished my chores. He noticed the look of terror on my face as I knew that I would not sleep on my back tonight. I was glad we did not have any guest this evening, but it would not have mattered.
Aaron dismounted and called me over to the fence. "I see you haven't finished" he scowled. "No Sir. I haven't finished -- just need a few more minutes, Sir." "Well, you had plenty of time to complete your chores." "Get over here now" he yelled removing his leather belt. Within 30 seconds he was holding my neck over to bend my body and he was whipping by backside. It stung like hell even through my jeans. _d_a_m_n_, he's not going to stop. Finally after about 2 minutes of this and tears in my eyes, he let up.
"Now, go get the strap from the barn and be ready for a real whipping when you get back here!"
I knew not to try to get out of anything at this point. I had learned my lesson years ago that I would have a chance to explain before he took the strap to my backside. I immediately headed to the barn. OH _s_h_i_t_!!! realizing that I had forgotten about the barn chores. I already had my shirt off by the time I got to the barn. I quickly took my boots off, removed my jeans, and put the boots back on. I was now in my jockstrap and boots -- what a site! My ass was already crimson and hot.
I grabbed the razor strap and bolted out of the barn, back to Aaron. The strap had been his chosen method of teaching me responsibility. Or at least he always used the strap -- number of licks given depended on my age. The strap was seasoned well and kept in use at least once a month. It was 2 feet long, 4 inches wide, and 3/8" thick. I knew that 33 licks would only begin my punishment. Wait until he finds out about the barn chores.
I had been furiously thinking of my response when I got the moment to explain. I had better tell the truth. Aaron had probably already figured that I needed more time, but surely no more than an hour. Hey, I'll work fast, I thought. He had just removed the saddle to the fence. "assume the position!" he yelled. So here I am, hands grabbing the toes of my boots, ass that was usually white as winter snow but now crimson, nothing on but my jockstrap, strap resting on my back. I hoped no one had their binoculars out today -- they couldn't miss this.
"You had plenty of time to complete these chores. Why are they not finished?" his fatherly voice resounded. "Sir, I took a break when it looked like I would have plenty of time to finish. I watched some television and then returned to my work. I forgot about the barn chores. It will take less than 45 minutes. May I return to my work, Sir?" A last ditch effort to save my poor ass and at least not get caught in an untruth about the barn chores.
"It looks to me like you have at least an hours worth of work left. You know how disappointed I become when you don't pull your own weight around here. I expect you to work as hard as I do. Why did you forget about the chores in the barn?" "Sir, I don't know why I forgot them" I replied with a quiver in my voice -- at least it was the truth. I was beginning to grow weak with the blood rushing to my head, the heat pounding on my body, and the knowledge that this was going to be a long night. I also hadn't been in this position for about 3 weeks.
"Well, I guess after tonight, you will not want to take any breaks until your chores are finished. You may also want to write things down so you won't forget." Commence counting.
SSSWWWIIISSSHHH! "One, Sir. Thank you Sir. May I please have another Sir?" SSSWWWIIISSSHHH!! ... On and on this went. The sounds echoed off the barn's wall to our home and back. The horse was somewhat restless, but had a sense that he was not in danger.
WHACK!!! The 20th lick came and I began to cry.
Finally by 33, I could hardly repeat the response. But finally made enough sense to thank Aaron for my discipline. "Sir, may I return to my work, Sir" with tears still streaming down my face. "Only after you take care of this while I decide what to do."
Aaron's crotch was now in front of my face. I knew exactly what to do at this point and if I were lucky, this would be the end of my punishment. I remained bent over, brought my hands to his jeans, unbuckled his belt and opened the buttons to his fly. Aaron did not wear any underwear, so his manhood was just inside. I moved his jeans down, placed my hands behind my back, and opened my mouth for service.
It was obvious that Aaron had worked hard today and rode in the saddle. His manhood smelt of sweat and leather that could certainly prove this. My tongue licked at the skin underneath his uncut _d_i_c_k_. While only 8.5", Aaron's _d_i_c_k_ was the fattest _d_i_c_k_ I had ever seen. It took me a couple of years and lots of discipline to be able to swallow this manhood. I worked aggressively with my mouth until his hips began to give me the sign that he was cumming. I swallowed the salty juice with great pride.
I continued to fondle his _d_i_c_k_ in my mouth until it was semi erect and licked clean. I kissed his nuts as I returned his jeans to his waist and fastened the buttons and buckled his belt. "Sir, may I return to my work now, Sir?" hoping that the blow job would ease his anger and he would be finished with the discipline.
"Yes, go and complete your work in the garden" he replied. Great, I thought, this is over and what a relief. "However," he continued, "meet me in the barn within 15 minutes to complete the rest of the chores." Oh no, I thought, god help me now. I didn't waste anytime returning to the garden. I didn't even dare ask if I could put my jeans back on. I just wanted to get this over and maybe if I complete the garden work in less than 15 minutes, the remaining evening will not be so severe.
Well it took me almost 20 minutes. I was running slow -- my ass was on fire! I scurried to the barn. Aaron met me at the door with an eye on his watch and his belt in his hand. He had finished putting away the horse in his stall and from the look on his face, I knew the next hour would be hell. He grabbed my neck again and repeated the initial belting regime again -- just for being 5 minutes over -- and this time I didn't have the jeans to protect my poor ass.
Crying like a baby, he finished and let me neck go. I remained bent over waiting for my next command. Next thing I knew was my crying head was buried in his ass. "Clean this out boy. This is what you really are -- a real _s_h_i_t_!" Well, it did not smell good. He must have taken a dump sometime during the afternoon and the sweat, leather, and _s_h_i_t_ really took my breath. Since this was not an usual punishment, it did take me by surprise. However, I followed the order and licked until it was clean.
Aaron then led me to the supply stall. "Take off the jockstrap boy!" he yelled. He tied my balls with a leather harness and attached a 5-pound wait that dangled around my ankles. My _c_o_c_k_ was as hard as any woody I had experienced in some time.
Standing there with my balls now aching, I sensed a lecture was about to be given. "It took you 5 more minutes than I allotted for you to finish" Aaron snarled. "Sir, my backside was hurting too much and that slowed me down, Sir." "Well," he replied, "that isn't my problem. You were just disciplined for that. I'm almost always willing to let minor screwups go by. But you have been very lax in following up on your responsibilities, not completing tasks very well, and generally just goofing off. I hope after tonight, you will correct this problem." He buckled my hands, led me to the middle of the barn, attached my buckled hands to the hoist, and raised me off the ground until my toes barely touched the ground.
"Since you did not complete the barn chores, you will get 33 licks of the old leather rein as your punishment" Aaron reported. "But Sir, I promise I will be much better. Please don't whip my back, Sir" as I am sure it sounded like a whining baby.
SHWISHTWHACK Man!!! This was going to hurt! I immediately began to cry and was glad I did not have to count. I had only been in this position once before during the first year we were on the farm. The welts would last for a few days -- this reminded me of the old-fashioned back whippings of the good ol' days, and that's why Aaron kept this in his repertoire.
SHWISHTWHACK The way he was laying these on I would be lucky if the skin on my back did not break. Aaron must have really been angry with me. I was crying like a blubbering school boy now. "Please Sir, I promise to be better, Sir."
SHWISHTWHACK I saw no reason to whine or beg anymore. It was my fate now to accept this punishment.
By the 15th lick, I could barely feel anything. All I could tell was that Aaron lightened the licks. Finally 33 were laid on my back and upper ass. I couldn't tell if I was bleeding or not.
As feeling began to return, I couldn't tell what hurt the most -- ass, balls, or back. The wave of pain was enormous. Aaron lowered me from the hoist. I was not able to stand up, so he helped me to sit on the ground. The cool ground actually felt good to my hot ass and my balls could take a rest from the weight.
Aaron now stood in front of me. The lecture continued for about 10 minutes. "Why do you make me go to such extremes to teach you responsibility ..." "You are such a _s_h_i_t_ sometimes ..."
"Sir, I'm sorry to be such a problem. I promise to be better Sir," I would reply as I could muster enough energy to speak. "Stand up" he demanded. I stood and replied "Sir, may I return to my chores, Sir?" "Good boy," he replied. Maybe I was finished for the day. He turned me around to examine my back. "It looks like you will have these welts for a few days. Let this be a reminder." "Yes, Sir," in a boyish respectful voice.
"You must complete your chores now. I will not time you but complete them as quickly as you can. Since you didn't have any dinner ready, I'll go and start that. However, before we eat, you will have a session with the paddle for not starting dinner. If you are going to act like an irresponsible boy, you will be treated as such!" he commanded. "And," he continued, "for the next week, I will not let anything slide for you. If you _f_u_c_k_ up, you will pay for it. Do you understand this, boy?" raising his voice. "Sir, I understand that I must do much better than I have been lately. I will do my best Sir."
I completed the chores in the barn. I tried to walk and move with very little motion. Every time I walked the weights would swing around and cause more tension on my nuts. My back was on fire although my ass had somewhat recovered. I knew the paddle would bring the pain back. I closed the barn up and headed for the house.
The chair and the paddle were prominently displayed when I entered the kitchen. Aaron had dinner ready and I was certainly ready to eat. "assume the position, boy!" he demanded. Oh no, another lecture was about to be given. I bent myself over the chair's back and held on to the arms. The paddle was right in my face. "I had planned for us to have a really good evening -- even go to the creek for a swim and a nice _f_u_c_k_. But you _f_u_c_k_ed up that chance for us. And now you must continue to pay for it." Without further discussion, Aaron grabbed the paddle and let my ass really have it.
WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! The pain returned to my backside as he rapidly applied ‘the board of knowledge to the seat of learning.' The movement of my body caused the dangling weights to move around and really cause major pain in my nuts. I was at my threshold limit. Since this would be over quickly, I held on for dear life.
I was again crying like a schoolboy. I didn't want to move at all so that any new pain would not send me over the limit. Aaron returned the paddle to its hanger by the door. "Now you dip_s_h_i_t_, what have you learned this evening?" he yelled. "Sir, I have learned that I should complete all chores before taking any breaks, Sir," I blubbered. "Good boy. Now sit down at the table and eat" he demanded.
We took showers after dinner. Aaron had to use the razor strap again that night, laid me over the edge of the bed, counting, etc. I can't recall what I did, but I'm sure he thought I needed it. By the time I got back from retrieving the strap from the barn, he was undressed. I knew that following the 33 licks, he would _f_u_c_k_ my hot ass really well. He liked very much to _f_u_c_k_ me after he had disciplined me. And sure enough, he did. He was pretty rough. I guess he needed to work out his anger. After 30 minutes or so of _f_u_c_k_ing, he finally shot. He pulled me by the ears to the floor to cleanup his _c_o_c_k_. I pulled the rubber off with my teeth. Then licked his _c_o_c_k_ clean and made sure the head was clean. After that, he moved my head to his ass and I licked some more. He finally had be pick up the rubber and suck all the cum out.
Well, I _f_u_c_k_ed up only once during the next week. I was not allowed to cum as well during the next week as part of my punishment -- this was always understood (that's another story). But, we finally got to the creek to celebrate the end of my punishment week.
And, I will never forget -- "always better to complete your chores before taking a break."