“aaron:that Cowboy on the Next Spread” Part III


by Cal <cal22722z@yahoo.com>

But Pops was just shaking his head as he watched Aaron disappear up the stairs. His wife, with large glasses of old-fashioned homemade ice tea with real mint leaves in her hands, set both of the glasses in front of him and Jeb and she returned to carry on getting the fixings for dinner ready. "Now don't you worry none about that boy right now," she said to Pops. "I've made us a good dinner."

As for Pops, he was still shaking his head. He and Jeb started talking about the drought and their low wells again. Still, it was not long before Aaron bounded back down the stairs and was helping his great grandmother setting the table in the adjoining old dining room with the gorgeous handmade white lace curtains she had made herself when she had been a young girl. The table was a huge, old oak one Pops own grandfather had made long, long ago. Fresh flowers were on it in an old crystal bowl. The dishes just seemed to flow naturally from her work area as her old withered hands passed dishes to the young boy who obediently took them and put them on the table or side board wherever she expertly directed. Everything flowed smoothly as Pops and Jeb sat there sipping the sweetened mint tea and not paying much attention to either of them. The level of the wells and this drought now in its third year was of greater concern than his old wife and young great grand son, at least for the moment.

In short it was just like what was taking place at most families in that community beneath the spectacular mountains that provided inspiration and beauty but that had also protected them from the hordes of Bermuda shorts tourists with screaming kids and overweight wives that had taken over many other places. This community had been blessed with isolation. No airport, no major freeways, not even a decent mall. Just a small two lane paved and black topped road that went through the towns more deteriorated center that had not changed much since the 30's and a single, but daily, Greyhound bus that brought friends and family in and took them out from the stop in front of that single downtown café. The town's folk in the valley mostly all knew each other and welcomed the beauty of their isolated location. No one, including Jeb, ever wanted to change anything about that either.

But the Sunday table was overflowing with the fixins for the Sunday meal and the old lady had herself carried in the fresh roast from the family's farm and for the family's use. Nothing like freshly slaughtered roast with mashed potatoes and homemade gravy for Sunday dinner. Jeb was happy to be there.

Pops ushered Jeb to the place set for him and the family all bowed their heads while Pops thanked the Lord for His blessings and the wealth of His bounty. He prayed for rain. When he was done, they all said "Amen" and serving plates country style were passed around with the roast freshly sliced into big, thick servings.

They discussed those kinds of things that farmers and ranchers all talk about on Sunday dinners after church. Aaron participated too and was especially animated about his attempts to rope a calf with his great grandfather's guidance. The teenage boy from the city was experiencing things he had never tried before. He had also been learning to ride the horse his great grandfather had given him as "his" for the summer.

By the time the meal was over and Jeb and Pops went out to the front porch to sit on the rockers and talk more where Pops was allowed to light his pipe. Both were full and happy for all they had. Aaron and his great grandmother were clearing the table and putting things away inside. Pops loved that old tobacco in his old favorite pipe. The sweet smell of it permeated the air out there were the two of them sat rocking and still talking.

"Had a call from Judge Black the other day." Pops said. "Judge said five of the boy's Dads agreed time with their boys in the woodshed in lieu of a more lengthy sentence and probation would be good for the boys. Three of the Dads, he told me, said they had been planning to handle it that way after the court resolved things anyway. One of the boy's Dad's said no, he said. Said he didn't believe in it, _d_a_m_n_ed fool," Pops shook his head and took another puff, "The judge released those other five boys to their Dad's Friday afternoon. Want to bet those kids got 'em good red fannies by now?" He stopped and smiled at his own humor. "Couple of 'em Dad's I know real well, so you better not bet cause you're gonna' lose it. Four of 'em were in Church today and acting real quiet and good like too. Heck, I know mine would be if it had been them."

Pops paused to puff again.

But it was Jeb who spoke now, "Noticed Aaron in Church with you last Sunday sitting real still and today he seemed very still and stiff like too. You been given Aaron the strap too?"

Pops paused as if he was surprised by the question and then looked at Jeb. He stuck another match and re-lit his pipe after packing it again with the white metal tool on the old green wicker stand beside his rocker there.

"Well, Jeb," he said, "glad you brought him up. Yea, I've had to take Aaron out to the barn a couple of times and my wife and I's both had him over our knees for a couple of spankings. She's been correcting his English. Ya know these old school teachers never give up they don't. They never forget how to crack a ruler across a boy and she sure hasn't."

"How's Aaron taking to them?" Jeb asked.

"Well, not too badly at all, I'd say," he replied. "Don't like it he don't when I have to tell 'em he has to take down those pants but he does it when I tell him too. Ma makes him take 'em down too and his undies as well. Can tell ya' he don't take to that none too well but he knows if he don't obey her none I'll take him out to the barn and make him taken 'em all off and strap him. He don't fancy that," the old man added. Pops laughed, "but he takes 'em down when he's told to anyway."

Pops stopped again. He fiddled with his pipe some more while still rocking.

"But ya' know, I gott'a tell ya' the truth here, I ain't young like I used to be anymore. Can't say it's doing 'em much good. Just can't do it too good anymore." Pops looked over at Jeff intently. "Something I wanted to ask ya though Jeb. Meant to do it today anyway. It's kind'a personal though, but . . ." the old man paused and seemed to be looking down and thinking, ". . . I was wondering if you'd do me a good one and strap the boy some day? Just a favor, ya' understand, I mean likes ya' do to your own boys and all sometime?"

Pops looked over at Jeb who seemed shocked and surprised at what Pops has said. And Pops waited for a reply he clearly wanted to be a positive one. Jeb was thinking too.

"Well, OK, yea," Jeb said, "I guess I can help you out when you want, that is if you're sure that's what you want?"

"Good! Yea," the old man seemed genuinely pleased and relieved too that Jeb had not laughed at his question. "Really 'preciate it, neighbor. Really do. Ma and I both really do."

Right then, around the corner from the back of the house, walked Aaron around on the wooden planked porch. The boy was completely unaware of his great grandfather's and his neighbor's topic of conversation and could not have possibly overheard any of it..

Now in his sloppy pants and tennis shoes with a short sleeved colorful western shirt, Aaron walked up and sat down in an empty rocking chair there beside Jeb. "What you guys been talking about?" he asked naively.

Jeb wanted to laugh, he almost did, but somehow he managed not to. Pops was less kind (or concerned?) and laughed for both of them.

"Man talk, Aaron," Pops said, "just man talk."

"Ah, come on!" the boy replied, "I'm a man too, Grandpa." He seemed to be giggling and teasing the old man.

"OK, we're been talking about YOU!" his great grandfather said with emphasis.

"Me?" the boy said with a great deal of surprise. "That doesn't sound good at all."

"Nope," the old man replied, "maybe it wasn't."

"So, come on. Tell me about your school and what you do back home in the city," Jeb interrupted and purposefully changed the subject. What he and Pops had been discussing was not something he wanted to pursue with the boy and certainly not on an enjoyable Sunday afternoon with a very full stomach!

Aaron talked on with animation while oblivious to what Pops and Jeb had agreed to; but as Aaron talked on, Jeb himself was now only half listening. Jeb was, instead, intently looking the boy over. His interest was renewed in the lad. Aaron had absolutely no clue that what had just been decided would result in his bare fanny getting spanked. Jeb knew. His eyes were all over the boy and, in his mind, he was already visually beginning to strip Aaron's clothes down off him for a good spanking. With a lad as good looking and nicely built as Aaron was, Jeb was sure turning Aaron over was going to be a pleasure. Maybe Pops could no longer wield his own strap hard enough to teach this teenage boy his lessons, but Jeb certainly could. Jeb would be more than happy to whip the boy for sure. Why not?

Jeb was sitting there on that front porch while the two of them talked but he was thinking about having young Aaron lying out naked over his own knees with this young boy's bare ass in his own hands and at his mercy. It had been awhile since Jeb had had the pleasure of a young man like this one to spank, strap, but also to enjoy. Jeb looked Aaron over more carefully now. Even with his somewhat loose trousers on, Jeb suspected this boy was going to be worth his time. And with Aaron's great grandfather having set no limits but only encouragement for Jeb to strap Aaron, Jeb was going to be able to do it right!

Jeb looked at Aaron and though to himself. It would sound too funny if Jeb suggested taking the boy back to his own place right then, but he sure wanted to. This he was going to enjoy.

Yes, "enjoy." Jeb knew he liked nothing better than a nice deserving young man who needed taming and a spanking. And, there had more than a few of them that had visited his spread too, though none as young as this one was.

Though the old man could not possibly have known it – no one knew it around there – Jeb was in a Net group called "G__ Spank." He liked nothing better than when an in-shape guy, gay or straight, contacted him from the net and wanted to spend time on his ranch. Jeb would check the guy out thoroughly by talking to him a lot by phone and e-mail. Most of those who contacted him always proved to be all talk. Still, if an occasional guy proved real, Jeb would in time invite him to visit for a period of work and relaxation on his ranch with a liberal and solid dose of old fashioned motivation thrown in. If the guy really wanted to make the journey, he could. Some over the past several years did so eagerly.

Jeb's practice was simple, to the point, and it never varied. He would meet the arriving "boy" at the closest major airport a couple of hundred miles away or every now and then at the bus or train station somewhat closer. Still, the long, desolate, ride home in the cab of Jeb's pick up was a time for the new boy to work on his nerves and get as comfortable as he could knowing he finally sat beside the tall cowboy who was going to spank him. Most boys were nervous and it usually showed while the truck sped along.

The arriving boy sat there and knew he had better be obedient. What he had dreamed of and spoken about at length was now what going to happen. Some boys were more nervous than others. It would always show during the long, quite ride back to Jeb's ranch.

"You've done this before?" was a more typical open liner than a real question.

"Yep," Jeb's quipped back.

"I mean so you're experienced . . . like in spanking a guy and all?"

"Yep."

"Can I have a 'safe word' if I can't take it? I mean even though I want it to be real and all and I do."

"Nope."

"How often am I going to get it and all?"

"As often as you need it. How often do you think that's gonna' be, boy?" Jeb said.

"Jeez, I mean and all, like we talked and all. I still want you to be like a real dad and all and use real discipline and all like I need and all, but like now that I'm with you and see you and all, well, like I mean my ass's really going to feel this and all and like this is gonna' hurt and all," the boy would sometimes almost stutter over familiar words.

"Yep, your spankings are going to hurt, each and every one of them, like they should too. That's what you're here for," Jeb never offered comfort.

"Like are they really hard?" the boy would be almost wiggling in his seat by now just talking about it.

"I'll decide. Why don't you just focus on being real good and obedient?"

"Yea, I think I will, but you're gonna' spank me anyway, aren't you?"

"Isn't that why you came here?" Jeb would point out the obvious.

"Ah, yea, sure and yea, now I see you I'm glad I came too. IU mean it took a lot of nerve, but I guess I'm getting a little nervous and all now again that I'm here and all. I mean like I never been around a guy who like actually believed in spankings and was going to give 'em to me. I mean this is like going to visit my dad and already knowing like he is going to whip me and all for things. My dad never did, but I know you are and I want you to and all, but still I guess I'm a little scared now that we're on our way back to your place."

"Nothing wrong with being nervous. Just make sure you listen and obey," Jeb would always answer without any attempt to make the boy comfortable.

"Ah, can I ask what you are going to spank me with?"

"Whatever you need."

"What if I still don't do what you say?"

"You will."

"_d_a_m_n_, I've thought about this for so long."

"Watch the swear words, boy."

"Sorry. Forgot. It won't happen again."

"Best not 'less you want me to pull over here by them rocks and give you a spanking right now."

"No, no, no Sir. Not out here. Sorry."

"You're really into this, Sir," the worried look on the visiting boy would be obvious by half way back to Jeb's spread almost always.

"Nope, just taking you home for your spanking, my boy."

"Tonight?" the astonished boy would usually exclaim.

"Any time I need to." Jeb would reply about this time. "Might have to take those pants down to give you one when I get you home too. Now you just best settle yourself right soon or I'm gonna' have to pull over and spank you right here."

"You'd actually do that?" the boy would typically react in genuine surprise.

"Don't push me, boy," Jeb would reply.

The boy, no matter his age, would usually stare out the window at the great and distance expanses of open range and ranch land and usually get real quiet and pensive about this time. "Gee, I wish I had met you long ago," some would say.

"Same here, boy. Now shut up before I pull over and pull your pants down for you," Jeb always spoke bluntly and coldly.

Usually the guy would get real quiet about then and stay quiet too. This cowboy was serious! Still, especially if the boy was younger, sometimes one of the boys would forget and would keep talking. Suddenly Jeb would pull over on the gravel shoulder and drive out in the flat land a little and stop. The cowboy would get out and walk around the front of his truck to yank open the door where the boy would be sitting with a panicked look on his face by then.

"Get out," Jeb would say, "now."

And the shocked boy would too! By this point the lad would be feeling some real genuine concern as well and looking a bit nervous too. Jeb was not a man who put up with much and the young man was about it experience that first hand. Jeb never would give the boy too much time to fret or ponder what was happening to him for almost immediately he would feel Jeb's fingers quickly loosening his belt and taking his trousers down swiftly for him. The boy left standing there in his underwear and in public disbelief would immediately find himself pulled down quickly over Jeb's knees. It was time for a spanking!

Jeb would have stopped his pick up near a rock or sometimes a convenient log that he had spied mostly out of the sight of any sporadic prying eyes from any infrequently passing traffic. It was, after all, simply time to stop and spank a boy, something Jeb always insisted on administering to the boy's bare bottom where it would do him the most good. The kid, in turn, would find himself struggling just to maintain his balance over Jeb's knees.

These visiting boys would have always come seeking the real thing, but somehow they would always seem very shocked and surprised when Jeb would actually pull the boy's underwear all the way down and get him a nice preview of the kid's bare bottom and frantically clenching buns. The kid in turn would get himself a quick preview of Jeb's spankings and learn the meaning of obedience. The young man had come for one, but now he was getting one. It was never some quite the same as what the boy had been expecting. It was no longer a cool fantasy to be bare ass naked across a man's lap. Instead it was the real thing, The lad would be struggling just to maintain his composure. Jeb's hand was on his naked ass and the weight of his body on the boy's back had him pinned firmly down. He was going to be spanked. It was happening to him. The feel of the cool night air or even the hot afternoon sun flowing across the new kid's bare bottom buns was often a new sensation for the boy. Almost always the boy was not used to being sunny side up over a man's knees with his bare ass exposed up even further to the world out there. Regardless, a few hard licks was all it usually took to remind him to stop struggling and lay still. Jeb would then proceed to yank the boy's beliefs all the way down to his ankles (or even off) and then begin applying several well placed slaps to the lad's by then rosy buns.

Sometimes that would be all that was necessary and the startled boy would do his genuine apologies and squeal his very genuine willingnesses to listen and obey "from now on, I promise!" and to be good -- "I really promise! Pleeeese don't hit me again!" Jeb would simply smile and just continue to hold the palm of his hand on the boy's bare ass while clarifying a few things for this new boy who had just arrived to stay for awhile. But while doing so, though, Jeff would never hesitate to feel, as well as enjoy, the young man's bare bottom and body and consider what he had to work with. Almost always the boy would be quietly contrite hanging himself there over Jeb's knees and that would take care of it. Still, nevertheless, city boys were always beyond surprise if Jeb produced a solid, small paddle from the area behind the seat in the cab where the boy had been riding. If Jeb chose to use it then on the bare-assed boy, he would. It all depended on how the boy was responding and was accepting his spanking. Jeb did not care much either way as the boy could get the paddle there or later. Nor did Jeff care much about who might be driving by either. He would have made sure they were not going to be too visible from the highway in pulling over in the first place. So, if Jeb wanted to just paddle the boy anyway, he would. You never could tell about Jeb, but Jeb did love to tan ass on a squirming boy!

Ultimately though, as soon as Jeb pulled the shocked wet-eyed boy up off his knees, the kid would stand there, rubbing his ass, and looking straight at the face of the cowboy who had just spanked him. Reality hit him right then and there. From that point on until they reached Jeb's spread, the kid would be nicely silent as Jeb had asked him to be. Many times the boy would also remain nicely ultra red in his young face given that Jeb would have force him to get right back up in the pickup truck's cab where he had been riding but this time in just his briefs or boxer shorts.

Sometimes a _s_e_x_ed young stud would have turned out not to be wearing any undies under his denim. Too bad. Jeb would make him climb back in the cab and ride the rest of the way like that anyway. Jeb would educate the boy about that later.

However it happened, still one way or another the ride the rest of the way home would be quiet. Jeb enjoyed the still quiet of the isolated rural countryside. He loved ranching and farming. Always had, always would.

Regardless of how the kid behaved in Jeb's truck from then on though, that boy would lose his pants and Jeb would ultimately give him his first real spanking almost as soon as he got to the farm house. Some of the boys who had come over the years thought it would be fun and a game of sorts with a little ranch work thrown in. It was not. Not with Jeb anyway. However it was not an S&M scene with Jeb either. It was a simple rural, country life style. One that Jeb enjoyed immensely. A boy's being there made it just that more pleasant.

So, after entering Jeb's house, Jeb would strip the guy down and spank him even before he showed the boy around the place or the room where he would be staying. Jeb did not play games. The boy would have been told that explicitly on the phone. Jeb's philosophy was simple: the kid had asked to come and he knew he would be spanked, so let's get it over with. Jeb always insured the boy got that spanking as soon as he walked in the door. They would make friends some other time. Jeb was in charge and that was his house. Not one of the boys ever wanted to leave that night either. Almost always the boy and Jeb became close and stayed in touch. Many of them returned as often as Jeb would let them come. Jeb welcomed them back, but Jeb's paddle was always part of it and never too far away. A boy needs discipline these days.

Regardless, of how Jeb handled a new boy that first night, it was only the beginning. Jeb enjoyed having a bare boy over his lap in the evenings and spanking one frequently. So spank them he did. Teaching a boy the joys of corner time with a nice red fanny was what Jeb liked to see too. TV could wait. Jeb preferred a boy to educate any evening he could have one there.

And, Jeb sometimes took his time to spank the boy in the mornings too. The paddle setting there beside his cup of morning coffee seemed to fit. Out on his spread when they were working together, it was also easy to turn a boy over a log and spank him anytime he did not listen. The sheds built out there in the fields here and there by Jeb's own grandfather, the ones that stored tools or feed, also served another purpose these days when necessary too. Jeb's spread was large enough he could do as he pleased. He did.

Aaron would not be the first to learn there.

So, while Aaron had been rambling on to Pops and him too as they all sat on the front porch that Sunday afternoon, Jeb was thinking about what was coming. Aaron had had a city boy's upbringing even though Pops had said he had tried to use his strap on him a few times and the old lady, his wife, had spanked him too. Hell, Jeb thought to himself, this boy has no idea what a spanking is going to feel like.

". . . and maybe when it's all finished we can go out on the horses again?" Aaron was saying when Jeb looked over at both of them.

Jeb had not heard a word while he had been thinking. When what was finished?

"You like horse riding, Aaron?" Jeb tried to make sure it sounded like he had been listening anyway.

"Yea, I like it a lot," the teenage boy was beaming.

"Well, someday if Pops says OK, I'll take you out riding. Be a pleasure," Jeb said.

"You have horses too?" Aaron asked.

"Yep," Jeb replied truthfully, "but mine's a working spread remember. No playing."

"Cool. I'd like that too."

"Can I go over there sometime, Pops?" Aaron looked at the old man still rocking in that same chair and fiddling with that same sweet smelling pipe.

"Yep," Pops replied. "I was planning on taking you over by Jeb's place anyway." Pops winked at Jeb. Aaron found himself getting more and more excited.

"Great!" the youth said with genuine joy.

Jeb, however, was not planning horseback riding right then. He was thinking about spanking Aaron and taking his own strap to the boy. Train him first! Jeb was imagining what this boy was going to look like bare and over his knees. After all, the school vacation had just begun. Summer suddenly might have some interesting potential. It was not everyday, to be sure, when his neighbor, a great grandfather, was asking him to discipline a high school boy as good looking as Aaron was.

The afternoon wore on as the three of them sat there chewing the fat about lots of things. Then it was getting near the time for both Pops and Jeb to water their animals and bed them down for the evening. A reminded Aaron had chores to do. He went off to change and do them without a word of objection.

After he was gone, Pops turned to Jeb, "I really 'ppreciate ya' helping me with the boy, Jeb. Real nice of ya too."

"No problem," Jeb replied honestly.

"How about I bring Aaron by tomorrow evening after he finishes his chores. You could let him sleep there or bring him back later," Pops volunteered, "depending on how he takes it, that is." The old man laughed at his own joke.

"Yea, either way's fine with me."

"Glad you don't mind," Pops said, "it's what he needs."

"But are you going to tell him why you're bringing him by?" Jeb asked.

Pops seemed to be thinking. He sure waited a long enough time before replying, "Let's hold that until we get there."

"Up to you. Any feelings on how I spank him or with what?" Jeb was asking for renewed clarification.

"Completely up to you," Pops replied, "treat 'em like you do your own boys, Jeb."

"You SURE this is a good idea? I mean I don't hardly know the boy."

"Absolutely," Pops was still clear, "consider it a favor, Jeb, and come on, I've known you since you were a kid yourself."

All that was exactly what Jeb wanted to hear! Tomorrow evening Jeb was going to have that boy's ass bare and wiggling for all it was worth over his own lap. Jeb intended to keep it there for a good long time too.

"Well, got me some horses to tend to, Pops. Thanks to you and the Moses. Enjoyed lunch and talking with ya'."

He got up and walked down the wood stairs. Jeb headed toward his truck parked out a ways.

"See ya soon," it was Aaron who came running out yelling out before Jeb got up in his truck. Jeb turned and looked at Aaron in a different light now, sizing the lad up for what the kid had hidden under those old work pants. That boy's bare ass was going to be seeing the light of day over his own lap soon. The kid was developed, no question about it, and there were the signs of a fair sized _c_o_c_k_ faintly evident too. Jeb had not had the pleasure of a naked teenager over his lap for quite a while recently. Actually not since his oldest son had been there at Christmas he remembered. Though the G—Spank "ad" Jeb got responses from teenagers too with a couple having turned out to be serious in the past. Helping out his elderly neighbor was going to be a pleasure.

"You bet ya!" Jeb yelled back. You bet ya, he thought to himself!

Jeb waved and drove off down that dirt lane from Pops' place toward the main dirt street. What he was thinking about, however, was not his driving, but the young man, Aaron, spread out over Jeb's own knees and getting that spanking!

When Jeb got back to his place and finished taking care of his own animals, he spent the rest of the evening cleaning it up. After all, he wanted to make a good impression on Pops when he brought Aaron over the next evening. He also wanted to make sure nothing unusual was sitting around! Thus he cleaned the place carefully. And, Jeb made sure the strap was on the hook in the kitchen hall and that he knew where his paddle was. Both were where they should be. He took in the late evening news while he oiled up his strap to make sure it was ready too. Jeb was going to be prepared for this one.

After the weather report, Jeb even stripped the spare room beds and his own bed as well and tossed them all in the washing machine with all the towels in the bath rooms. By the time he was done, the place looked spiffy and ready. He, however, was exhausted. Checking his e-mail, Jeb climbed in bed and was fast asleep quickly even with the vision of Aaron still in his mind. Tomorrow was another early morning and there was lots of work that needed tended to outside as well. Everything else came after that.


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